Used Flowers
by Keith McDougall
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This is a work of fiction and has descriptions of sexual acts between adult over the age of eighteen and over. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional; any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
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They were like pretty little flowers that had been used and discarded. But she had plans to use them again herself, in her own way. She was just waiting for the right man to come along...
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1
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 process.
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 held him down on it and 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 teen down and then nearly ripped his clothes off trying to get him naked.
"Wha...what are you doing?" he gasped as his head finally began to clear.
"I'm going squeeze that lovely big black cock into my pussy and fuck your young brains out, young 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 all of your babies!"
The virgin teenager almost freaked out as she laughed, mounting him as he felt her tight, wet grip slowly devouring him and sucking him up into her extremely tight pussy, her warm vagina sliding down his length until their hips met.
“Fuck! So...big....!” she gasped as she lay down on top of him and kissed him again.
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, smacking them against his.
“So good...” she sighed, “So nice and hard for me...”
She fucked him slowly at first, then ferociously, keeping him naked on her bed all afternoon as she made him a man many times over, his youthful sperm squirting up into her belly again and again.
She was his first at eighteen 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 personal 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 and became quite tough, 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 remembered 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 as a witness for the prosecution, something that rankled him greatly. He had made some good friends there and now had sent many to prison.
He was out of work for a long time after that, companies not really willing to take on someone from the failed WorldGen, especially one who had caused the imprisonment of some of them.
He was doing his best to hold onto the money he had saved like a dying man, not wanting to spend any of it, eventually managing to do some contract work and make a living again by a stroke of luck and a meeting with someone from his old university who was now running a small company.
He did that for a few years. Then, when he was forty, he started his own support company, supporting very small businesses with a single server and less than ten users.
This proved to be very lucrative for him and he quit his contract work to concentrate on this full time. Using 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 in the shared house, making his connection to the various servers difficult.
His room had been in the big house since he had left the shared accommodation at his university, deciding that it was the best way to save his money.
He was sharing this place with four younger people, who kept stealing his 'stuff' all the time, always refusing to pay their share of the bills they incurred and always leaving the place like a rubbish tip.
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 bedroom 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, is that 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 nice, 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, shapely 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, and 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, he had always been an arse man.
She turned and smiled at him, almost catching him staring at her bum, 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 smiled at him, taking out a document from the table draw next to where she was sitting 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, looking at his signature with a very pleased grin. Her eyes were shining as she turned, 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 their six-form college." she told him, eyeing him as he continued to eat the lovely cake she provided.
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 chunky flesh of her wonderful arse being just as smooth and tight as her smooth calves. 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.
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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.
"Oh yes, Jack!" she gasped again as she slowly settled down, "My girls will definitely like you!"