Used Flowers 4 (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)




Sophie moaned, her pretty head twisting from side to side as Hope
licked her to a third massive orgasm, tonguing her swollen
'peach' until the girl thought she would die.

When she opened her eyes all she saw was the equally plump flesh
of her friend's vagina, awaiting her attention.

She grasped the girl's slim hips and opened her mouth against it,
lapping the open, juicy flesh and tasting the delicious sperm
that leaked slowly out into her mouth.

“Mmmmmm!” she moaned as she licked, sucking it all down along
with the girl's own creams.

Upstairs lay her drugged, sleeping mother, the headphones playing
their naughty messages into her receptive, docile brain.

By the time she woke she would be much more amenable to Hope's
approaches, her now much more docile mind accepting of her
situation.

Sophie had spent many evenings between the sleeping woman's
thighs, 'eating' her as she slept, bringing her to many hard
orgasms as the drugs worked into her system and the messages
drummed their commands into her mind.

She knew what had been done to her, the drugs and the voices in
her head as she too had slept with those headphones, telling her
to be naughty, to obey Hope's every whim.

She loved the way she felt now, so sexy, so hot for whatever she
was instructed to do.

She sucked hungrily up at Hope's juicy, spermy pussy until she
heard her moan and the shuddering begin, telling her that the
older girl's orgasms were coming.

She moaned as she dug her fingers into Hope's hips, pulling her
face up harder into her wet crotch and rasping her eager tongue
against the other girl's erect clitoris, lapping and sucking the
blood-engorged bud until Hope screamed out and came.

Sophie sucked and licked harder, drinking deep of the other
girl's juices and the remaining sperm.

She would service the bigger girl for as long as she told her to,
hoping that she got to sample that wonderful cock that deposited
so much sperm into Hope's pussy.

–

Donald dragged his long, thick cock from the whimpering red-head,
her orgasms so many that she was weak and unresisting when he had
forced her to take him anally.

It had taken all afternoon to bury his cock into her tight, hot
rectum, the man enjoying her groans of pain and her screams as he
fed it too deep over and over again until it all fit in her
slender body.

She was exhausted now, the anal orgasms had taken her by
surprise, his cock rubbing her 'sweet' spot through the thin wall
of flesh that separated her vagina from her anus, making her cum
so very hard.

Outside, her house-mates stirred, probably wondering if he would
remain and 'help' them out with the rent and the bills.

Don intended to take the pretty red-head with him though, with
every intention of using her to satisfy himself when needed.

She was not going to be his wife or girlfriend, just something to
dump his sperm into for a while, until he tired of her and sent
her away.

He was once a loving man, affectionate and warm towards his
partners, but his last relationships had damaged him, made him
harder and cruel.

He realised this about himself and had tried to control it, but
he was failing miserably.

He wanted his son back, his boy.

–

Helen drove past the house where Jack told her he had lived and
stopped the car, almost making the car following too close behind
her crash into her.

She got out as the man cursed her, ignoring him and staring at
the man just walking off down the street with the red-headed
young woman.

He looked so much like Jack that he had to be related somehow.

She ignored the man screaming at her and rushed after him,
leaving her car in the road, blocking it to the oncoming traffic.

“Mr Russell!!” she called, delighted when she saw him turn and
look directly at her.

“Do I know you?” he asked in confusion, the young woman next to
him weak and clinging to his body, her eyes unfocused.

“No, but you have to be Jack's father, right?” she asked, her
heart thumping excitedly in her chest.

“You know my Jack?” he asked hopefully, “You know where he is?”

She gave a happy laugh and smiled at the handsome black man, her
thoughts already of having him in her bed, between her thighs.

“Yes, give me your phone number and your address. I will call you
when I see him again.” she told him, not wanting the two to meet
too quickly, she still had her plans for the younger man.

“Sure!” he smiled excitedly, the happiness in his face made her
pussy so very wet.

She had plans for this gorgeous man, and maybe that pretty young
red-headed woman as well.

–

Jack was hungry.

He woke and removed the headphones from his ears, not thinking
about the whispered voices he had heard from it or the soft
music, getting up and dressing.

He went down to the kitchen and found sexy young Charity there,
the little scar identifying her.

“Hi!” she cooed softly, smiling shyly up at him as she handed him
a cup of soup.

“Hello, Charity.” he smiled, “Where is everyone?”

She shrugged and sipped at her own cup, looking at him until he
sipped at the soup, smiling.

He found the chicken soup rather salty, but drank it down and
then rested the cup on the table, looking at the pretty girl and
feeling needs pulling at him.

She looked exactly like her two sisters, possibly felt like them
too.

He wanted her.

She finished her soup and took both cups to the sink, just as
Helen arrived and smiled at him.

“Oh my!” she said as she came and hugged him, “You look rested.”

He felt stirrings as she pressed her superb body up against him,
her breasts against his lower chest as she gazed up into his
eyes.

“You know, you never told me about your family, where are they?”
she asked.

Jack faltered, not wanting to talk about his past, but something
pushed him and the words came flooding out of his mouth before he
could stop them.

“I'm an only child. My father left my mother and married someone
else, forgetting us.” he told her, feeling bitterness in his
heart, “He stayed away when my mother got sick and then died,
then he wanted to see me, trying to talk to me but I didn't want
to see him.”

Helen looked so understanding, so patient.

“Did he know your mother was sick?” she asked.

“Of course!” he said.

“Are you sure?” she asked, “Who told him?”

“Are you siding with him?” he asked angrily, pushing her away
roughly.

“No, it's just sometimes there are many reasons for things and
you don't always know them.” she smiled, not at all annoyed.

Jack's head as doing strange things as she came to him again,
hugging him against her body and pressing those big, firm breasts
against him again.

“Relax, Jackie!” she cooed, “Calm down and think about all the
wonderful things that have happened since you met me and my
girls.”

His head spun with the thoughts of tight pussy and gripping anal
passages, sweet sucking lips that sucked and drank his sperm.

“Imagine that your father didn't know about your mother and tried
to contact you afterwards to tell you how sorry he was and that
he would do whatever was necessary to help you. Hmm?” she said
softly to him.

He tried to shake off the thought that he might be wrong, but the
woman was clouding his head with her soothing voice, her body
rubbing against his making his cock so very hard, her belly
rubbing against it through their clothes.

“Yes... but....” he shook his head, trying to clear it of reason.

“Don't fight it, Sweetie. Think!” she cooed, reaching up to
stroke his cheek as she smiled up at him, those big grey eyes
swallowing him up.

He felt his anger towards his father melting, the thought that he
was wrong becoming clearer.

He broke down, crying into her hair as she hugged him.

–

Helen loved breaking the young man's resolve, it was much easier
than she could have hoped.

Her drugs and the whispered suggestions had done their work,
softening him up for her, making him easier to manipulate.

She had broken a very strong belief he had always held, true or
not, and made him think differently. It was so exciting that she
wanted to fuck him right there, but she had to wait, it was going
to be Charity's turn next and she would completely break him,
making him a blank slate for her to re-write in her own way.

Then there was his lovely father.

She had left Jack with Charity, the girl ready for her part now
and about to bed the severely weakened man.

Helen took out her phone and sent a message to Faith, giving her
specific instructions.

The new game had begun.

–

Don was surprised to see the lovely young lady at his door, so
much like her very attractive mother and such a tasty young
thing.

“Hello!” he smiled down at her.

“Hi!” she cooed, “I'm Faith. My mummy said that I should come and
see you about Jackie!”

Don was still in his shorts and robe, his long fuck session with
Gloria Swan, the delicious red-head still asleep in his bed, was
over and he was taking a break.

He had cum four times in the delicious woman, flooding her womb
with his thick, fertile seed before buggering her for another
hour.

He had showered and ran down to answer the door to admit this
sexy young vision, making his cock start to harden.

“Come in!” he suggested, letting the girl pass and watching her
wonderful littl bottom squirm and twist as she walked in front of
him.

He guided her into the living room and offered her a drink.

“I'll have whatever your having!” she smiled, so sexy.

“Fruit juice then?” he asked and she nodded.

He went into the kitchen and poured out two glasses from the
refrigerated box, going back into the living room and handing her
a glass.

“Do you have any kitchen towel?” she asked sweetly, making him
wish that he could feed that sexy little mouth with his cock-head
and cum into it.

“Sure!” he said, resting his drink on the small glass table and
going back into the kitchen for the roll, bringing it back and
handing it to her.

“Thank you!” she smiled and tore a few sheets, placing them in
her small bag and then picking up the glass of juice again,
sipping from it and smiling at him.

He copied her, the girl's eyes intent on him as he sipped his
juice.

“Mummy said to let you know that Jack would be around at our
house at the end of the month.” she told him, “He's coming to
live with us from then on and using the attic room.“

Don was excited, but he didn't know how he was going to convince
his son that he was not the villain, his mother had indoctrinated
him for so long and that woman his mother had as a friend had
probably fucked the living shit out of him too.

Emily had a thing for young black men and had captured others
along the way, the last he had heard she was married to some
young black actor from one of the TV soaps.

“Did you mother say when would be a good time to come and see
him?” he asked.

The girl drank from her glass, nodding as she put it down again.

“She said she'll call you once she's had a chance to talk to
him.” she told him, licking her lovely little lips, “She is going
to 'prepare' him before you two meet.”

Don felt wonderful, picking up his glass and drinking the rest of
his juice, seeing the girl observing him intently as he tipped
the glass up and sat back.

He felt really good, his head bright and airy and his body so
warm and nice.

He smiled at the lovely girl, grinning happily at her as she took
out a MP3 player from her bag and placed the headphones over his
ears.

“Listen to this.” she told him, “It's something I put together
myself.”

He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of crashing waves,
soft music and whispered voices.

–

Faith smiled, leaving him there and going upstairs o the sleeping
red-head on the bed.

She was as pretty as her mother had said, her naked body
sprawled, her pussy and arse-hole open and leaking the man's
thick, copious sperms.

“Oooooh! Yummy!” she giggled, taking out the small case with the
syringe and the vial of her mother's special drug.

She had another for the lovely man downstairs who looked so much
like their lovely Jackie.

She administered the drug into the sleeping woman's neck,
enjoying her fretting whimpers then went back down to the
sleeping man and did the same to him, reaching into his robe and
his shorts to feel the large limp log of his enormous cock.

“Fuck!” she gasped, “It's bigger than Jackie's!“

She cooed as she played with it, making it hard and bending to
lick the cler goo leaking from th tip.

“Mmmmm!” she hummed in delight, suckling on the turgid head as
she began to stroke and suck on the man's huge cock.

She stroked him with both hands, one hand unable to encompass his
girth, licking and sucking on the fat plumb of his cock-head as
she worked it in and out of her mouth.

“UmmmmUUmmmmUummmm...” she mumbled on the man's erection as she
slipped it in and out from between her eager lips, rubbing her
rough tongue against the underside and rasping it against the
throbbing cock.

The man moaned in his drugged sleep, the noise from her
headphones coming to her as she slobbered on him, hungrily
working him for a taste of his thick seed.

Then the man grunted, his hips stirring as his large, thick cock
throbbed in her hands, her mouth flooded with the warm sperm
gushing out of the tip and the excited girl sucking harder,
gulping it all down her throat.

She sucked and stroked him, squeezing the dregs from him as she
felt him finish, then she got up and returned to the sexy
red-head in his bed, spreading her thighs and laying between them
to suck at the woman's well creamed flesh.

She would make her cum many times as she cleaned her.

–

Charity cooed as she sat in Jackie's lap, the man in a slight
stupor as she raised his head and pressed her eager lips to his,
slipping her eager tongue into his mouth for a long and very wet
kiss.

The girl knew that it was her turn to have the man in her, her
well-practised pussy eager to drain his balls and bind him to her
in a long week of sex until the man couldn't walk.

She loved draining men's balls, with her mouth, her juicy pussy
and her tightly gripping arse.

She intended on staying in his bed every night until he begged
her to stop, pleaded with her to leave him alone.

Then she would fuck him some more, the drugs keeping his cock
hard for her greedy pussy and suckling lips, the man's cock
unable to soften until she had worn him out completely.

Then she would give him to her Mummy, sharing her bed and the man
between them for years and years until she was allowed to breed,
having the man's baby just as her sister would, just like Omar
had intended them all to.

She didn't miss him any more, not after seeing this gorgeous man
naked in the bed as her mother administered the special drugs
into him.

She had touched him, stroked his flesh, yearning for him.

Now he was to be hers all week, his marvellous cock hers to
drain.

She pulled her sucking lips from his, hearing him gasp his need
for her body.

“Let's go up to your bedroom, Jackie!” she cooed sexily to him
and giggled as he lifted her up, taking her through the door, up
the stairs and up into his attic bedroom.

All she wore was that huge t-shirt and nothing else, feeling him
tearing at it as he tried to remove it from her body.

She giggled as he threw it to the floor and pushed her down onto
the bed, laying over her and kissing her body from head to foot,
coming back up and parting her thighs to lick at her juices,
making her gasp and spread her legs wider for him.

The black man licked and lick her slit, his rough tongue rasping
against her swollen lips and blood-filled clitoris.

She moaned., which seemed to urge him on more, making his tongue
her harder, lick deeper into the wet opening until the girl cried
out, pressing his face deeper and cumming harder than she had
ever done.

But he didn't stop, he kept searching for more sensitive places
to lick, sucking on the plump folds of her lips and nibbling her
clit until she screamed out again, the girl having another huge
cum.

Then he crawled up her body, kissing and sucking as he went, the
girl moaning as he suckled her taunt nipples before looking into
her eyes and feeding that enormous cock into her tightly sucking
pussy, sliding in and in and in and in until their hips met and
she felt him throbbing in her belly.

“Ooooooh!” she moaned with him and the lay like that for ages,
kissing and feeling each other before he pulled back and then
launched himself back into her belly again.

“Ooooooh!” she moaned again.

He dragged out of her again, pulling back halfway and the sinking
back into her again.

“Ooooooh!” she moaned once again.

He kept this up, making the girl moan and gasp as he slowly
fucked her juicy tight young teen hole, dragging and stuffing his
cock in her slowly, the man determined to make her feel every
stroke, to enjoy her tight wet grip.

“Ahhhhhh! You fucking sexy little bitch!” he gasped, slowly
reaming her.

She gasped, chuckling at his words and clinging to his body, her
limbs coiling about his and keeping him against her as he
continued to stroke her vulva with his warm, throbbing post of
man-meat.

She love it, better than those dildos she had been using, than
the long thick candle she had fed up into her guts in an attempt
to replicate Omar's nightly use of her.

Her hips rolled, and twisted up against him, taking him deep and
squeezing him inside her belly every time he slid into her.

She reached under her arse, grasping his large balls every time
he buried himself in her, giving them a gentle squeeze each time
she grasped them, the man moaning.

“Oh, fuck!” he gasped, his hips moving faster, the man's cock
stroking her guts.

“Ahhhhh!” she gasped happily, knowing his sperm was about to
flood her belly.

“Fuck! You sweet little bitch! Arrrgh! Arrrgh! Ugh! Ugh! Unngh!”
he gasped, almost screaming as he creamed, his cock jumping and
throbbing inside her warm, clutching belly.

She cooed into his ear as she clung to him, squeezing him in her
pussy, then she raise his face from her neck and kissed him long
and hard, tonguing him furiously.

Then she pulled his face back into her neck, squeezing his length
until she felt he was ready for round two.

She giggled into his ear.

“More!” she gasped, feeling him shudder, “Fuck me some more,
Jackie!”



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