Used Flowers 1 (Fm, MfffF, Ff, Inter, Rp, Drugs, Anal, Oral)
by KeithMcD

Note: These are just stories, some of them with very taboo themes
in them and NOT wishful thinking. I just want to tell stories and
hope no one takes my tales as anything but
sexual fantasies. I don't and never have practised, participated
in or encouraged sex with children, rape, do drugs or murder
people. I don't encourage anyone to do any of the things my
characters do either.
None of the people are real or based on any one real and bare no
resemblance to any event past of present, though I sometimes use
news stories as fuel for some of my tales.
I hope you enjoy them and let me know what you think.

Keith DOT mcdougall134 AT googlemail DOT com
(thanks for that Art)




It had been a long time since Jack Russell had any sex and he had
been single for longer than he could remember.

He often had to 'wank' to get some relief, not wanting to go to a
prostitute for sex, the possible diseases he might encounter very
unappealing.

Jack had always been horny, ever since he was young he had needed
sex all the time after he discovered his erection.

That was about the time when his mother's best friend got hold of
him for the first time and used him every day for years to
satisfy her own perverted lust for young men.

Emily Foster was a tall, sexy blonde woman in her thirties who
visited their house very often after Jack's father left and
shacked up with a much younger woman.

She had helped his mother through the bad times of the separation
and then again when his father wanted to re-marry his twenty four
year old secretary, sustaining her through the lengthy divorce.

Jack never spoke to his father again after that, angry at what
his frail mother had been through and helping to care for her
with Emily's help.

But the horny blonde woman always had her eye on the young black
teen, finally managing to coax him into her home and then into
her bedroom under a pretext, almost dragging the teenager onto
her bed where she drove her long wet tongue down his throat in a
kiss that almost made him piss his pants.

She had slipped her eager fingers into his trousers, grabbing his
cock and squeezing it in her delighted hand.

"Such a big cock for such a young man!" she giggled girlishly, “I
have to have this in me!”

She held the unresisting boy down and then nearly ripped his
clothes off trying to get him naked.

"Wha...what are you doing?" he gasped.

"I'm going squeeze that lovely big black cock into my pussy and
fuck your young brains out, Jackie!” she told him, “And then I'm
going to make you cum and cum in my lonely white pussy until my
belly swells with your babies!"

He almost freaked out as she laughed, mounting him as he felt her
tight, wet grip slowly devouring him and sucking him into her
belly, her warm vagina sliding down his length until their hips
met.

“Fuck! So...big....!” she gasped as she lay down on top of him.

He moaned, never having felt anything like that, clinging to her
hips as she began to ride him.

He gasped as she pressed her firm breasts against his chest,
staring lustfully into his eyes as she rocked her hips against
his.

She fucked him slowly at first, then ferociously, keeping him
naked on her bed all afternoon as she made him a man many times,
his youthful sperm squirting up into her belly again and again.

She was his first at seventeen and she coiled her supple body
around him, binding him to her for the next few years until his
mother died and he had to sell the house to pay the bills, moving
in with her.

His father had tried to help him, but he sent him packing, not
wanting anything from the man he saw as the one who left his
mother when she got sick and needed him most.

He remained in Emily's bed, between her splendid thighs as her
sex toy until he finished college and had come back to find her
with another young man in her bed.

She had tried to explain it to him, tried to tell him that the
teen was no replacement, just some cock until he had returned,
but he had now outgrown her, packing up his things and going back
to his college 'digs' until he found a new place to live.

As a young boy, Jack had grown up hearing that his name was a
breed of dog and having all the kids barking at him in school,
tormenting him all the time.

But he was neither soft or stupid, he had remained at the top of
his class despite the constant taunts and finally fought with one
of the bullies, braking his nose of his tormentor outside the
school.

It earned him a week's suspension and also a reputation as
someone not to be messed with, a nerd that was tough and would
fight even the biggest bully.

The other kids left him alone after that.

His two main teachers had told him that he would amount to
nothing more than a common thug or a criminal because of his
willingness to fight when provoked, forgetting what he had
achieved academically.

He had been very pleased in later years to return to his school,
finding the same two teachers still teaching there.

He told both of them that he was an IT manager for a small,
wealthy power company that built power stations in developing
countries around the world, earning over £100k a year and not the
criminal or bully they had said he would become.

They both had been adamant that they had never told him those
things, that he had remebered it wrong, but he knew they were
lying, telling them that their conscience was their witness and
left them and the new headmaster with the sports equipment he had
bought for the failing school.

He had worked at WorldGen for nearly ten more years, earning
quite a lot of money that he save diligently, also getting to
travel to many countries in order to set up the new IT systems
and link them to the London office.

Then he had lost his job when the company went bust, the CEO
caught stealing money and filling his pockets, going to jail
after a long legal process that claimed many victims and saw him
take the stand many times.

He was out of work for a long time after that, companies not
really willing to take on someone from the failed WorldGen, doing
his best to hold onto the money he had saved like a dying man and
not wanting to spend any of it.

He finally managed to do some contract work and make a living
again by a stroke of luck and a meeting with someone from his old
university, which he did for some years.

Then, when he was forty, he started his own support company,
supporting very small businesses with a single server and less
that ten users.

This proved to be very lucrative for him and he quit his contract
work to concentrate on this full time.

He used his internet connection to monitor the servers and do
some of the work that just required a few system adjustments,
only going in to the company when there was a hardware issue or a
disconnection.

This went well and he did much of the work on-line from his room,
the internet connection was his and everyone used the broadband,
making his connection to the various servers difficult.

His room had been in a big house with four younger people who
kept stealing his 'stuff' all the time, always refusing to pay
their share of the bills they incurred.

He finally become fed up, deciding to move on, looking for a new
place and hoping that things would be different.

He saw the local newspaper, finding an advert for a large family
house where a attic had been converted into a large furnished
room and the woman who was renting it was called Helen.

He realised that he had not rented a room this way before, always
sharing the rent with others.

He decided that it was worth a try to see if it would work out
better than what he had always been doing.

He took out his mobile phone and called the number, hearing the
pleasant voice of Helen Thomas, the owner of the house on the
other end of the line.

"Hello, Helen. My name is John Russell, I'm self-employed and I'm
looking to rent the room from you." he told her, deciding to use
his proper name in case she though he was 'taking the piss', "I'm
currently sharing with some younger people, but it's not working
out for me and I find myself paying all of the bills."

"Oh my!" the woman laughed, "Are you working at the moment,
John?"

"Jack, people usually call me Jack!" he said, "And yes, I work
for myself as a systems support engineer for small businesses.
People who have small networks and can't really afford the fees
for the major companies out there."

"Oh my, I see!" she said, "Well, why don't you come over so we
can look you over and make up our minds, hmm?"

Jack found the house in Beckton easily, it was a fairly large
detached property just off Fulmer Road with a small attached
garage and a large garden encircling it.

He parked his silver Toyota Auris and got out, walking over to
the house and opening the gate, wary of any lurking dogs that
they may have, then he walked up to the front door.

But before he could ring the bell the door opened to reveal a
tall and very attractive brunette of about thirty five or so with
a solidly built body.

She had bright grey eyes and a pouting, puffy mouth that looked
as though they belonged wrapped around a cock, pleasing some very
lucky man night after night after kissing her for absolutely
ages.

She was wearing a short flowered white  dress with a low neck
that showed off her large and very firm breasts and nice long,
strong, shapley legs.

She was like sex on legs.

"Oh my!" she smiled as she him looked him over, "Jack Russell is
it? How handsome you are, I've seen attractive black men before,
but you are really gorgeous!"

Jack blushed and almost looked down at his feet like a kid again,
earning a chuckle from the sexy, heavily breasted woman.

"I think that my girls will definitely like you when they see
you," she said, stepping aside to let him in, "We live alone here
and my girl's father died a while back. Why don't you come in and
we'll talk about the room and any rent, hmm?"

He went into the house as she ushered him inside, grinning into
his face and then leading him to the living room.

He walked behind her admiring that woman's superb bottom with
it's small, chunky bum-cheeks that rolled about while she walked,
making him want to reach out and grab them in his hands and kneed
the wonderful flesh.

He felt very aroused

She turned and smiled at him, almost catching him staring at her
arse, then he was taken into the cosy living room where she
seated him and brought out some cake and a pot of tea.

"As I have said, I live here alone with my daughters, Faith, Hope
and Charity. They're triplets!" she told him with a twinkle in
her eyes, "Their father died a long time ago and left us a tidy
sum to live on. I left my job at the pharmaceuticals company I
worked for where I was in charge of a research team.”

Jack was impressed as he ate the delicious cake.

“I don't really need the money any more, it's not that
important.” she said, “But we like having a man around the house
so I rented it out to single men who are of a certain age, though
the last one didn't work out."

"Oh, what happened?" Jack asked.

"He really didn't bond with my girls and there were lots of
arguments, there was just a bit too much tension in the house."
she told him with a shrug, "I had to ask him to leave a few days
back. But somehow I don't think that will be an issue with you!"

She took out a document from the table next to her and gave it to
him to read, then handed him a pen.

"This is the rental agreement," she said, "It's just the usual
banter about late nights, drinking and drugs. I don't want that
kind of behaviour around my girls and I don't want abusive
language or you bringing women in the house."

"Not a problem, I'm pretty much on my own right now and I don't
have any real friends." he shrugged, signing the paper without
hesitation and handing it back to her.

She smiled happily and took the document from him, placing it
back in the draw.

"I think you'd better get settled in as soon as you finish that
cake, then you can meet my girls when they come home from
school." she told him, eyeing him as he continued to eat the
lovely cake she supplied.

She led him upstairs when he was done, down the hall and past the
four bedrooms and the large bathroom, showing him the place as
she went.

"The stairs to your room is right at the back next to the
bathroom." she said leading the way and letting him get to admire
her very appealing bottom rolling under her short dress again,
the skin of her shapely legs were tight and smooth.

Jack felt himself getting aroused, imagining the flesh of her
arse just as smooth and tight, the woman was very sexy indeed and
had the hottest body he had seen in a long while.

The stairs led up to a door and inside was a huge room with a
double bed, a large TV on the wall, a built-in wardrobe and some
soft furnishings.

The place was almost self-contained except for a kitchen and
bathroom.

"Very nice!" he smiled as he turned to her, "I think I'll like it
here."

“Oh, I think you definitely will, Jack!” she smiled at him and
handed him the keys to the place.

Jack took the keys and and she left to him get his things from
the other place.

--

Helen watched the man leaving and stood at her window with one
hand fondling her breast, the other in her panties, stroking her
wet flesh.

She moaned, imagining what that huge bulge in his trousers really
looked like and what it would do to her belly as she lay under
him, the man slowly squeezing it into her pussy and feeding it
deep into her needy belly.

She gasped and came hard, her fingers stroking her swollen clitty
frantically as she cried out and fell against the wall nearby.

"Yes!" she gasped again as she slowly settled down, "My girls
will definitely like you!"

--

Jack thought about the sexy landlady all afternoon as he packed
up his things and put them in the car, seeing that superb bottom
again in his mind's eye.

The other house sharers stood watching and moping as he packed,
probably wondering where their next meal-ticket was going to come
from.

Jack had cancelled the internet connection, having learned that
Helen had a broadband set-up with a wireless router in her home,
just what he would need to continue to run his business.

He took the small safe with all his documents into the car and
threw the keys to 'lay-about' number 1, the blonde man made a
face as he nearly missed catching the keys.

"You know, if you had made an effort to share with the household
bills, not stolen my food and stuff, we might have done alright!"
Jack told them, not waiting for their reply as he jumped into the
car and drove off to his new home.

When he reached the house and had unpacked his things, he came
back down and sat down with Helen after he had got the details of
the house wireless access point, setting his laptop up to it and
checking his customer's support emails in his room.

He sat talking to the very attractive Helen, telling her about
himself and she listened with interest, smiling as she sat next
to him in the big sofa.

"There is something I should tell you, Jack. I think I should
warn you that my girls are not normal," she told him, “Things
were done to them, to us!”.

"What do you mean?" he asked, a little concerned.

"They've been raped by a gang of escaped criminals, well, we were
raped!" she said seriously, "It's been almost a year since then
and we were prisoners for seven months before the police found us
and freed us."

Jack was in shock, he just stared at the seemingly well-adjusted
woman and tried to understand what she must have gone through.

"Wha... What happened?" he asked, "How did this happen to you?"

She shrugged and sighed.

"We were holidaying with a friend of mine, Sarah Brook and her
daughter, Sophie." she told him, "She has a place up in Scotland,
a remote farm that her father used to run many years ago.

"We frequently spent time up there for our breaks, it's nice and
quiet and quite beautiful in the summer and we like it because no
one else knows where it is so we have lots of privacy and
beautiful scenery.

"But last year, eight convicts escaped from an English prison and
managed to find their way up there, crashing the place and using
it as a hide-out until the police 'heat' died down.

"The leader of the gang was a huge black man named Omar Harrison,
he and his men raped us over and over again, beating us with his
thick belt when we disobeyed him and keeping me and one of the
girls in his bed every night where we learned to please him.

"He had a fondness for anal sex and buggered us all the time, his
men raped and used us too until he decided that my girls belonged
to him and moved them into the main bedroom with him for his
pleasure alone, leaving me, my friend and her daughter for his
men to 'enjoy'."

Jack sat staring, unable to comprehend what the woman was saying
to him about her ordeal.

"I'm so sorry!" he said to her, not knowing if he should hug her
or just sit there.

"It's OK, we were rescued eventually when the authority tracked
them to the area and came to the farm." she smiled reassuringly,
"Though Omar and another man escaped, the rest were all caught."

"Omar is still at large?" Jack asked in alarm.

"Yes!" she said, "The girls said that they thought they saw him
in the area once, but that was ages ago. My friend's daughter is
still badly affected, very docile and quiet but my girls are
still boisterous and happy."

"The beatings didn't bother them so much?" Jack asked.

"Well, they did change from what they were like, quiet and
gentle." she told him with a smile, "But I think they're better
now and they are so full of life. I really love my girls and I
think that helped a lot."

Jack nodded, feeling for the woman and a little nervous about
meeting the three daughters.

"How old are they?" he asked her.

"They're just about to turn seventeen, all in the same class in
school and ready to sit their University exams in a few months."
she smiled proudly.

They sat there talking about the girls for a while longer and
Jack started to relax, finally realising that they must really
have settled down according to what Helen was telling him.

She was flirting with him, flashing her beautiful eyes at him and
pushing her chest out at him.

"You don't have anyone yourself?" she asked, "You're single? No
kids?"

He shook his head and shrugged.

"I just never did find that 'certain someone' and haven't really
had much time for relationships." he told her, "My first and last
was my mother's white friend when I was seventeen. She was a big,
sexy woman who had a 'thing' for young boys and had her eye on me
for a very long time."

"Oh my!" Helen laughed, "She must have thought she hit the
jackpot, hmm?"

Just then the front door was heard and the living room door
opened to admit three stunningly gorgeous, identical brunette
girls in the same outfits with their mother's large grey eyes and
pouting, puffy mouth.

They could have come straight out of a porn movie, they were
'hot' on many levels, all making him struggle to keep his
thoughts clean.

That old thing about teen girls in school uniforms and
knee-length socks came to mind as they stood before him.

Each girl wearing the same grey blazer and school badge on the
pocket over a white shirt and short stripped tie, they also wore
a rather short grey pleated skirt that showed off firm, athletic
thighs.

He wondered if he shouldn't look for another place to live, he
would have nightmares with these incredibly sexy teenagers around
him all day.

When they saw him they gasped and then giggled excitedly, coming
over to stand before him as he and their mother stood up to greet
them, their eyes wide and excited as they grinned at him and then
their mother.

"Girls, this is Jack and he will be living with us from today!"
she told them.

"Cool!" they said in unison.

Helen introduced each of them, but they looked so much alike that
he knew he would have difficulty telling which from which, until
he noticed that one had a small mole to the right her nose and
another had a scar on the top left part of her lip.

"Wow!" said the one with the tiny scar, "You're very handsome,
Jack. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Err... No!" he said, feeling a little nervous after what he had
been told about them.

"Cool!" she grinned and licked her lips, making him shudder at
the thought of those sexy lips sucking on his cock.

"Girls," Helen raised her voice over their excited chatter, "I
think you should finish any homework or projects that you may
have and then come back down for dinner. You can talk to Jack
when you're all done!"

The girls all giggled and waved to Jack before bundling out of
the room.

"See you later Jack!" one of them called.

"Wow, quite a handful!" he laughed.

"Yes!" Helen smiled as she moved closer to him, "And, just as I
expected, they like you. I think we'll get along famously, hmm?"

He nodded, and smiled at the tall, well-built woman with the very
sexy presence.

He wouldn't mind spending his nights between her hefty thighs,
stuffing his cock into her guts and seeding her constantly.

His phone rang and it was one of his clients, needing some help.

He excused himself and went up to go to his room, passing the
open door at the end of the hall for one of the girls and seeing
briefly her half-naked body as she changed her clothes, turning
to smile at him.

She smiled at him as she stood there in her bra and panties, her
thighs so full and firm.

He hustled along and went up to his room quickly, getting his
laptop and connecting up to the man's network and calling him to
try and sort out his problem.

--

Helen stood by the living room door having watched the handsome
black man climb the stairs to get to his room.

She laughed to herself knowing that Faith would have her door
open as she changed, knowing that the girl would be the first to
make her move on him.

She almost couldn't wait for that to happen, for the tall,
well-built, forty year old black man to slide his cock into her
daughter's tight young holes and squirt his seed deep inside her
young pussy.

She hoped that he did her soon, then the other's would be next,
and she would bed the man herself right after that.

She badly needed her own pussy filled, stroked and used, it had
been so long now since Omar had broken them and made them his
slaves, they all yearned for it again, for a nice hard cock to
slide into them every night once again.

Her pussy was wet as she thought about her girl riding the man's
black staff, just as she had ridden Omar's huge black cock as she
herself was made to watch.

Helen remembered the beatings she had to force her to kneel
quietly and lick the man's big balls as he stuffed his enormous
erection into her daughter's tight and once virgin pussy, licking
the girl's leaking juices from the man's thick cock as her
'little girl' moaned and sobbed with pain as she was fucked on
the big bed.

He conquered them all with his huge cock, breaking them and
making them his personal property she and the girls all giving
themselves over to him completely.

Her friend, Sarah, didn't fair so well, fodder for his men and
her daughter, Sofie, was broken and used until her mind went.

Poor girl.

She was just so quiet now, never talking very much, seemingly
very shy.

There was much lesbian sex forced on her and her girls, her
friend also suffered and had a hard time with it, being beaten
with the belt when she refused to perform.

Helen herself had licked and sucked her daughter's many times,
sucking the black man's thick sperm from them.

She had watched her friend being forced to do the same to her own
daughter, seeing the woman cry and fret as she knelt there,
lapping her daughter's plump well waxed flesh as the sixteen year
old sobbed on the bed.

She had not seen her friend for quite some time now and felt that
she might have been avoiding her.

She felt sorry, wanting to hug the woman, telling her that
everything was alright now, but she was not taking her calls.

She knew that Sarah ran her little web business selling hand-made
cards to people on the internet.

Maybe she could get Jack to call her and offer his services to
her, looking after her computer for her...


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