A Loving Family - Father's World

An ongoing tale of deep family bonding. All persons mentioned in this missive were aged eighteen years or more at the time of the activities depicted. All persons and events depicted in this story are almost certainly fictional so any resemblance to persons living, dead or not yet born is just one of those coincidences that allow people like Frank to make their living.

This story is an extension to previously published ones, 'The loving family' and 'The extended loving family'.

My mother, Sally and her older sister Mags were brought up in a spacious late Victorian house in a particularly affluent town not far from Cardiff in South Wales.

My grandfather, Frank Davys, was a local solicitor running the practice he had inherited on the death of his father-in-law. He was also a prominent lodge member. As a result, he was an affluent and prominently influential person, well known and respected in the community. He was also well conversant with most of the less public affairs of the local inhabitants.

He was a tall, slightly built man with dark curly hair. He was considered by many to be a particularly handsome man with strong features and an almost permanent, if subtle, smile. His legal practice had a disproportionately high proportion of female clients, and he had developed a reputation for offering a very sympathetic approach to those legal problems specific to ladies. One or two chosen clients benefited from his other talent. His slender frame concealed a very athletic disposition that allowed him to fuck vigorously for extended periods and produce repeated ejaculations. The fact that he sported a larger than average and well-educated cock assisted in satisfying his lady friends and clients. It is uncertain as to whether any of these ladies brought forth the fruit of his loins. Some certainly did produce following such liaisons but it would be a foolish person who would make any overt connection.

Frank was never a member of any church group and tended towards the atheistic side, totally unlike his spouse.

My grandmother, Marie, did not work as such. She was a staunch and effectively full-time member of one of the town's more vigorous evangelical chapels. She believed in applying a firm hand to keep her and her daughters resolutely on the path of righteousness. She was, to put it mildly, more than a little disappointed when the girls began to drift away from the safety of chapel into a world of sin and debauchery. Marie was of medium height and build with straight dark blonde hair. She had had fine attractive features, when younger. That was what drew Frank to her. That and a pair of rather nice firm breasts. In later life her appearance became more, what is best described as, shrew like. She produced her two daughters in fairly quick succession early in the marriage. After Sally arrived, she gradually moved away from the animalistic nature of the marital bed and embarked on a path of righteousness under the influence of a particularly zealous pastor. The fact that his passion required him to suddenly flee the area one dark night was just one of those unfortunate events that the good lord sent to test his flock. Frank, who rather enjoyed the animalistic nature, thus found that his sexual relief became more infrequent and certainly less intense. He chose to satisfy his requirements elsewhere.

Their oldest daughter, Mags, has very fine facial features that are a direct result of her mother's Scandinavian ancestry. Her hair is very dark auburn, thick and naturally curly as the result of her father's Celtic ancestry. She is well built in an athletic sort of way. Firm full but not overly prominent breasts are an evident feature. Her hips are full rounded melding down into well contoured legs, the result of regular swimming, tennis and a penchant for full marathons. Still a fuckable MILF in her early middle age and, looking at early photos, even more so when she was younger.

It seemed that Grandfather was regularly fucking his eldest daughter Mags, usually on Sunday when Grandmother was out praying for everyone's forgiveness. The lord thus provided an empty house for Frank and his daughter to relieve the tensions of the week. The regular incestual conjugation started shortly after Mags's eighteenth birthday. She had effectively seduced him, not that it needed much effort, after an extended period of teasing. Her sister Sally had discovered this by pure accident one Sunday.

Mags was a woman with a passionate nature. She loved cock and all of its gifts. The weekly Sunday sessions with her father soon extended into bouts of intense fucking around the house and, more frequently, in Frank's office during the week. His office had a large solid oak desk that provided an ideal support for a copulating couple. He also installed a large, padded chaise longues to provide a more comfortable option for his visitors.

Mags eventually left home to attend college in Cardiff where she studied accountancy though never became chartered. She regularly came home at weekends where her father vigorously supplemented the cock she received from the eager lads at college. Sally had also left for college by this time so there was ample opportunity for them to indulge. Frank encouraged his wife to get even more involved with the chapel activities thus providing several hours of opportunity for undisturbed and unrestrained incestual pleasure.

Frank was also fucking his secretary, Sarah, on the weekdays between bouts with his daughter. Mags became aware of this when she observed a slightly ruffled Sarah adjusting her clothing as she exited her father's office one day. Sally was not aware of this until much later.

Frank had worked for and then taken over the law practice when his father-in-law died. The offices were just out of the town centre in a solid stone built three-story Victorian town house. The ground floor was taken up by his main office suite. His personal office being located at the rear of the building overlooking a full enclosed private garden area. Sarah had a desk and filing cabinets in a large vestibule off the entrance corridor. Stairs led to the upper floors which held two self-contained apartments. The attic and basement areas were used for storage.

Sarah was a very appetizing blonde with exceedingly shapely long legs. They could be considered a driving hazard as they caused many a head to be turned when she was out in one of her customary split pencil skirts, nylons and heels. She was separated, soon to be divorced, from Rhys, her husband of three long years. Frank had been keeping a close eye on the sylphlike blonde ever since she started working for him. It did not take long for his charm and eloquence, coupled with her increasing dissatisfaction with her marital situation, to persuaded her to lean across his large oak desk and spread her long legs for him. His cock size and his skill rapidly revealed her suppressed libido and convinced her that this was a far more satisfying experience than that with her increasingly boozy spouse. The office lunchtime closure was rigidly enforced from then onwards. Sarah's demeanour improved no end and Rhys's days were decidedly numbered.

Grandfather installed her rent free in the newly refurbished first floor apartment above his office, a fact of which my grandmother remains blissfully unaware to this day. She was also unaware that Sarah's divorce settlement was drawn up, as a favour, by Frank. The terms were certainly not in Rhys's interests, though he never really sobered up enough to notice.

Sarah settled into her new abode and soon adapted to Frank sliding his great cock into her ever-moist pussy. He was in there most lunchtimes with her long legs wrapped around his back as he pumped away at her enthusiastic tunnel. Rhys had been very much a wham-bam-thank-you-mam sort of chap though the bam was often missing and the wham could have done with considerably more energy.

Frank however was a different matter. He took his time building her up before slipping into her. He loved eating pussy, which was something that Sarah had never experienced before. The first time his lips sucked on her pussy completely blew her away. She demanded more and duly got it. Frank was also in heaven. The sight of the gorgeous blonde laying on her back, long slim legs spread wide for him caused an immediate and intense erection. Kneeling on the bed between her legs, he reached out and gently stroked the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Her groans started as she began to anticipate his moves. Frank leaned in and lightly kissed her trembling leg. Her groans became longer and deeper. He paused, waited until her hand pulled his head down, before moving over to the other leg. Slowly his tongue made its way up her inner thigh until he found the edge of her well shaven pussy.

Pussy shaving and waxing were one of the first things he had taught her. Both were now a regular event.

Sharp intakes of breath accompanied the little darting movements of his tongue across her tender skin. Her arse lifted from the bed as the tip finally reached her moist pink lips. He lapped up the sweet flowing juices, pushing into and along the crack. He reached the top and tickled the hard little bud lightly with his tongue tip. A loud warbling cry came from the blonde on the bed. Frank reached round the outside of her legs and gently pulled the soft pussy lips apart with his fingertips. His tongue lapped over her again. The sharp cry was accompanied her heels pounding on his shoulder, pulling him into her.

His mouth closed over her and firmly sucked the flesh into his mouth. He pushed his tongue deeper into her hot moist tunnel while sucking harder, pulling her lips deeper into his mouth. He tasted nectar of her precum as she screamed again and again in time to his sucking.

"Damn good job I had triple glazing fitted to these windows." He thought.

His pace increased and Sarah's cries became one long wail before petering out into a series of short, deep gasps. Her heels drummed even harder against his back. He waited until the tremors in her legs slowed before lifting his head away from the now very pink and throbbing pussy. She smiled in anticipation of what was to come.

"So, my lovely. That warmed you up a little maybe?"

She grinned and nodded slowly.

"Well, perhaps we ought to get back down to the office in case we have clients?"

The silent snarl and strong pressure on his back supplemented by her lifting clear of the bed towards his waiting cock gave him his answer.

He leaned forward until the tip of his cock brushed against her waiting pussy lips. He felt the heat engulf him as he slid forwards, parting the well moistened flesh. A deep groan greeted his cock as it pushed its way inside her. He paused, withdrew slightly and then continued back in. This was repeated several times until he was fully in and totally enveloped by the hot love tunnel. Sarah was now grinding back up at him, her pussy juices providing more than adequate lubrication for the rigid male flesh sliding across pliant female flesh. Her hands gripped his upper arms allowing her to push strongly against his thrusts.

Slowly he began a rhythmic motion pushing then pulling his cock in and out. Each thrust brought a cry, each withdrawal a moan. The speed increased. Each inward thrust ended with his balls slapping against her anus as he steadily ground his pubis into hers. She pushed back and waited for his next stroke. He paused, teasing her before withdrawing and then re-entering. Each thrust was directed to a different part of her tunnel wall. Cries became sharper and faster as he increased speed until he felt his balls tightening. With a great cry he withdrew almost completely before slamming fully in for one final thrust. His body tensed as the hot seed pulsed down his cock and into the waiting woman under him. She screamed and clawed at his back as the heat flowed into her and was pushed deep into her womb by his final pulses. He stopped, supported himself above her and looked down in satisfaction on the beautiful young woman that he had just possessed.

Eventually he withdrew and lifted himself off the bed. Sarah gazed contentedly up at the man who had just fucked her and fucked her so well. She was a very happy and contented woman. She never remarried and continued to occupy the apartment with all its features and benefits for many years. Frank continued the liaison into his nineties.

Sarah noticed that her employer sometimes missed his regular Monday afternoon sessions with her over the large oak desk in his office. She began to make notes in her secret diary and soon noticed a pattern that matched with his daughter's home visits. This was confirmed when the college breaks came round. Mags often visited her father at the office, for financial tutoring, and spent fairly lengthy periods in his office, usually over lunch. Sarah discovered what was actually happening one day when she had to return to the office to pick up a parcel she had forgotten.

She entered the outer office and retrieved the parcel but as she made to leave, she heard a muffled sound coming from Frank's office. She paused and listened. It didn't take many seconds for her to recognise the cries of a woman being fucked. She crept to Frank's closed office door and listened. There was no doubt that a serious fucking session was taking place on the other side of the solid oak door. There was also no doubt as to who was fucking who. As she listened, she clearly heard the sound of Mags voice urging her partner on. Frank's voice responded with lurid comments about what his prick was doing in his daughter's pussy. Sarah recognised the pattern and nature of his comments; she had heard them many, many times.

The tempo increased and the cries became louder and sharper. Sarah backed away quietly and moved to the outside door ready to leave. The session reached a crescendo and Mags's cries were matched by the guttural grunts coming from her father as he unloaded deep inside her. That sound was also all too familiar to Sarah. She smiled to herself, made a mental note of the date, and departed on her previous mission.

Frank resumed the full complement of sessions with Sarah when Mags returned to college. These dropped off again when she came home for the holidays or a long weekend. Sarah made the appropriate sounds for going out to have her lunch, she brought sandwiches on those days but crept back to listen at the heavy oak door. The sounds coming from the room were unmistakeable. The old bastard was fucking the arse off his daughter. This was certainly another one for her little black book.

Frank had suggested that Sarah keep a journal of her encounters with the local dignitaries as a form of insurance. She kept the handwritten copy in the fireproof safe hidden in the wardrobe of the apartment's main bedroom along with various documents and the more valuable little gifts that she received from grateful dignitaries. She was the only one, apart from the locksmith, who actually knew the combination. The locksmith, who happened to be a member of the same lodge as Frank, thought it best if Frank knew as well, just in case of emergencies. Frank made regular surreptitious backup copies for his files. It was during the course of this copying that he discovered Sarah was fully aware of his incestuous assignations. He was not overly worried as he held most of the cards with regards to that young lady. He knew enough for her to be correspondent in more than one divorce case, and more importantly, she had neglected to declare the free apartment and gifts from clients to the tax office.

Seizing the bull by the horns he arranged for the other empty apartment above Sarah's to be refurnished and made availlable for his daughter to use during the long-term breaks. This certainly suited Mags as she was now used to having the type of freedom that was impossible at home with her increasingly sanctimonious mother. The end of her course was approaching, and it was decided that she should move in permanently. This met with mixed approval from her parents. Frank was all in favour, but her mother had grave doubts.

Mags got on well with Sarah and the two became reasonably good friends. An unspoken acknowledgement about Frank was formed. Frank was delighted to have both women under the same roof, so to speak, and availlable for him whenever his dick got an itch. This was usually daily. Both women soon developed deaf ears to the loud cries and banging coming from the others apartment.

Sarah was not always availlable of course. There were days when an expensive looking package would be delivered by courier early in the afternoon. She would excuse herself to her understanding boss and go change into the contents. That evening she would find a car with driver or taxi waiting for her at her front door. She would be dropped off again in the early morning, tired but usually reasonably satisfied. Sarah was having the time of her life.

Reece Williams was a prominent businessman who specialised in coal recovery. The tailings at the pits in the valleys were relatively rich in low grade coal dust and particles. These were not economically exploitable by the pit owners, the NCB, at least until Reece arrived on the scene. He worked out that coal could be extracted using high pressure water jets and compressed into convenient nuggets suitable for domestic use. Thus, he brought together resources that were abundant in the valleys; coal, water and labour to create a very lucrative business. He went from strength to strength providing much needed employment and wealth for the local economy. A secondary bonus was that the eyesores of the coal tips were gradually being removed from the landscape. He became noticed locally, then nationally and before long he found himself kneeling in front of an aging monarch who was wielding a sword a little unsteadily.

Reece was a confirmed bachelor living in a large art deco house surrounded by a large woodland park on the outskirts of town. Apart from day staff there was a housekeeper, Katheryn and general maid Marika. Both were residential. The women provided Reece with full service as required. There was also Marcus his driver and general muscle. Marcus was a huge black ex-wrestler who maintained his imposing physique in the house gym. His real name was Eric, but he changed it to Marcus when he went pro and kept it. Nobody dreamed of objecting. Despite his intimidating appearance he was a very gentle soul with a passion for watercolour painting. He was not particularly good at it but yet again no body dreamed of telling him.

Reece's organisation had grown over the years and now had a sizeable workforce with several branch offices nationally throughout the old coal producing areas. He appreciated his workers and regularly held social events at the house for his more senior managers and their spouses. On occasions he would be accompanied by a young woman, Sarah was a favourite, and the attendees would be relaxed. Other times he would be disconsolate, and a noticeable nervousness would initially pervade the event. This would be dispersed when Reece made his choice for the night. All then knew who would be leaving the party on their own at the end of the evening. The spouse who remained would be returned home by Marcus later the following morning, or sometimes the morning after. This also applied to his sole female manager and, on occasion to her rather lovely female partner. He had never had both at the same time; he was saving that delight for a very special occasion.

The arrangement was now accepted by all attendees as a de facto condition of their elevated and lucrative rank within the organisation. The spouse was always returned in good condition although not necessarily in a fully operational state.

Frank, being the company's solicitor, was often invited to these gatherings. Obviously, his wife did not accompany him. Not only would she be difficult, but Reece had mentioned that he would prefer to have his dick removed with blunt scissors rather than screw her. Frank felt the same way. Instead, he usually took the lovely Sarah or, when she was home, Mags. His daughter was always a firm favourite and all the men, but not all the women, relaxed when she appeared. It was pretty much a forgone conclusion who the selection for the night would be.

Reece had few hobbies apart from his love of photography, at which he was very accomplished. He was renowned for his architectural and botanical studies and had exhibited several times. What he was not well known for, apart from a few very select viewers, was his studies of the female form. To be more precise, particularly studies of the female form as it was being fucked in various positions by the coal black giant known to all as Marcus.

All of the partners had been treated at least once to the ministrations of Marcus's strong hands and fingers exploring their soft yielding bodies, kneading tender breasts and probing deep within their body cavity. All had felt his large hard prick entering and fully possessing every one of their orifices. Their hands, mouths and tongues had slaved working his meat into the hardened rod that then plundered them at will. Every one of them had been vigorously fucked by the ebony colossus while Reece moved quietly around with his high-quality cameras capturing the details of their orgasmic experiences and close up shots of their body being penetrated and manipulated.

The playroom was sparsely equipped with furniture with a single four poster king-sized bed placed in the centre of the space. The mattress was covered with a fitted silk sheet and several scatter cushions around the edge. The room's walls and high ceiling were covered in a uniform plain dark red. A polished brass pulley and spacer bar were fitted to runners on a sturdy beam; the attached white ropes ran along the beam, through a series of pullies and down to a ratchet winder. Two leather straps were fitted at the ends of the spreader. Two matching ankle hoops with leather straps and buckles were bolted in the floor.

All of the companions were exposed to very similar proceedings in this room. Mags's experiences were very typical.

Reece and Marcus agreed that of all the toys availlable to them, Mags was by far the most desirable.

When standing alongside Marcus she came no higher than his shoulders and disappeared when he pulled her into him. Well, she would have disappeared if not for the sharp contrast in skin colour. Her pale white skin glowed against the ebony darkness of Marcus. Reece had to constantly adjust the lighting to cope with the sharp contrast levels.

Mags had initially been very nervous, as was to be expected, at the presence of someone so much larger and stronger than anyone she had met before. The first time she had to be coaxed and gently led by the surprisingly gentle Marcus. As her confidence grew, she relaxed and was soon began revelling in the attention being bestowed on her.

Reece started the session by carefully attaching the spreader straps to Mags's wrists. Marika was instructed to slowly wind the bar towards the ceiling. She knew her masters wishes very well and slowed the winding as Mags was pulled upright. She paused to let Reece spread Mags's legs and attach the ankle straps. She then continued by turning the ratchet a single notch at a time, pausing and then repeating. She continued winding until the tip of Mags's toes just touched the floor. Her work finished for the moment she retreated to stand against the wall ready to observe the proceedings.

There was open space all around providing plenty of working room for Reece to move around freely. Remote controlled studio lighting units were fitted to the ceiling and side walls. Four high-definition motion cameras, each fitted with powerful zoom lenses were mounted high in the room. These were remote controlled and relayed the images to large high-definition monitors around the room. The occupant of the spreader was fully able to see themselves, and any protagonist, on the screens.

Reece spent some time photographing and playing with the helpless participant. His favourite was to tickle the sensitive inner legs using a mixture of fingers and the tip of a very fine dressage crop. He preferred a more subtle approach and rarely applied much force. A herringbone pattern of very thin but vivid crop marks soon appeared along the upper legs, belly, and buttocks. These would remain visible for a day or two. This left any observer in very little doubt as to their origin. He did like to remind his employees of their position.

He moved behind her and reached over to gather her hair into a ponytail. This was then secured by a thin silk rope to a hook on the crossbar. Mags's breathing rate increased as she anticipated his next action. She shivered slightly as he stood in front of her and slowly fitted the long, pointed stainless steel nail extensions to his fingers. He waited for several seconds before returning behind her and commenced slowly running his fingers down her spine from the base of her neck to the top of her buttocks. She shivered as he paused before moving back up to her neck. This was repeated several times causing an increasingly sharp intake of breath each time he changed direction. Eventually he stopped with his fingers at the start of her buttock crack.

Mags shivered and waited.

Reece moved round to stand in front of his helpless victim contemplating her constrained body. A few minutes elapsed. Her simply stood there, gently flexing his fingers. The bright steel points glistened and flashed under the bright lighting. Mags's breathing became shorter and sharper as she stared at his hands, hypnotised by the sparkles in front of her. He gestured to Marika who moved behind the helpless girl and fitted a black silk blind to her eyes.

Reece stood silently and unmoving.

After what seemed like an eternity he stepped forward and leisurely teased the soft flesh of her breasts using just the sharp tips. Mags gasped and shuddered as points moved unseen across her sensitive skin. He employed both hands to trace swirling patterns across her upper body and taut belly. Faint red lines briefly left evidence of his progress. She squealed as he made his way back up and circled her areola. He played for several minutes before moving inwards to stroke up the now rigid nipples. A sharp cry indicated that he had found the tip and had begun to press into the delicate flesh. Mags screamed as the hard metal resolutely pulled her nipples, first to one side, then the other. The pressure on the centre increased and was suddenly removed. Mags screamed at the abrupt release and stood panting.

She heard him move away, followed by the distinct sound of the extensions being dropped into a glass bowl. She heard him move behind her.

Reece put his right hand out and Marika placed an open topped bottle of warmed oil in it. His left hand rested in the small of his victim's back. He slowly poured a few drops of oil just below his fingers so that the warm liquid flowed slowly down Mags's arched spine towards the tight little anus. She twitched as the stream finally made contact and flowed over the sensitive flesh. Reece moved his hand down and began to gently work the lubricant into her with his middle finger. Mags groaned as he slowly entered her and began to spiral ever deeper into the tight passage. She gave a sharp cry as he paused, withdrew slightly and then inserted two fingers. The fingers worked their way in until both were fully inserted. With slow movements he worked his way around the edge of the cavity, pulling and stretching the slowly yielding flesh.

Marika removed the blind and returned to her place in the shadows.

Mags was alert to Marcus moving in front of her. He stood staring at the lovely form before him. Slowly he began to undress, laying his clothes neatly on one of the chairs. Mags watched with increasing excitement as the well-toned black body appeared before her. He caught and held her gaze, a slight smile on his face.

He studied her body as he began to massage his cock with his right hand. It hardened as he ran his fingers along the length and covered the head with the palm of his hand, rubbing the little drops of pre-cum over the enormous head. He kneaded for a few seconds before sliding his fingers back along the rapidly hardening shaft. His large black member continued to grow, and Mags wondered how much more blood he could pump in there.

She was distracted by the feel of something hot and insistent being pushed up against her anal ring. The probing fingers, having accomplished their task were withdrawn. She cried loudly as the head of Reece's rigid cock inexorably pushed its way into her now opened hole. He pushed firmly. The whole length slid inexorably into her sensitive tunnel until his balls slapped gently against her. He began pumping. Mags groaned in sympathy; her eyes still locked onto Marcus. His prick was now fully engorged, and he slowly walked to wards the pinioned woman. One hand grasped her chin while his other moved to caress her breasts. His strong fingers soon found her nipple. Mags cried as he began to squeeze and rub the still hard little lump. He moved to the other breast, pulling and kneading the soft flesh. She groaned and began to writhe as the assault on her senses increased.

Marcus moved closer, his rampant prick bouncing slightly, until the tip made contact with Mags's belly. Mags gasped. Marcus slowly pushed the hot meat down across her shivering abdomen until he made contact with her outer pussy lips. He paused, letting her understand what was coming. He pushed again and the head parted her pussy. She squealed as he entered a tunnel constricted by the cock already in her other passage.

Reece paused his pumping so that Marcus could fully insert his meat into the well lubricated pussy before him. Mags screamed as the long, hard member was pushed deep into her. Marcus paused and withdrew slightly before resuming. Reece continued his strokes, his hands holding her hips to give himself better leverage. Marcus grasped her waist, adjusting his rhythm to match Reece.

Mags cried and writhed as the two cocked pumped away at her. Marcus pulled her mouth open with his thumb and began to work it around her cheeks and tongue. He replaced it with his fingers. The fingers explored the inside of her mouth and slid along her tongue to probe at the entrance to her throat. She was used to taking a whole cock; her father had trained her for that very early on and she rarely gagged now. She gulped as Marcus's strong fingers entered her throat and worked their way around.

The cocks in her arse and pussy continued their reaming. Mags's cries increased to match the now rapid pumping in her abdomen. She felt the two cocks sliding over each other either side of the thin separating membrane. Both men were now competing and pushing against and over each other. At one point she felt the two heads meet deep inside her and begin rubbing together, accompanied by increased pelvic thrusts and much grunting. These were two men who had done this many times before and were getting as much pleasure from each other as they were from the body of the woman sandwiched between them.

The tempo increased. Mags felt the change as they altered from both cocks going in and out at the same time to one going in while the other was coming out. A few minutes later they changed back again. This fluctuating continued for what seemed, to Mags, to be an eternity. She felt the heat start build deep inside her belly as the two men increased their rate and continued their pumping. She screamed as the pressure built and then overflowed. The screams mixed with guttural cries as the orgasm flowed over her. Marcus and Reece did not slow or reduce their thrusting. The frantic state of the helpless woman pinned between their strong bodies encouraged them in their labours. Mags writhed and shook. All three were sweating profusely now. The sweat pouring down their skin, providing perfect lubrication for their frantic bodies.

Eventually all things must come to an end and Mags was deafened by the enormous dual cry as two fully loaded cocks discharged their loads of hot seed deep inside her with a set of deep, powerful thrusts. She screamed as the hot fluids found their destination. The three bodies hung there as the spasms slowly subsided. The sweating bodies either side of Mags slowly moved away causing her to slump slightly until the straps took her weight leaving her swaying gently while she slowly regained her balance. Marika slowly lowered the bar. Reece released her and helped her over to the bed.

Reece, having had his fill, handed her over to Marcus for the rest of the night. Marcus stood in front of her getting himself hard again. He reached over to his jeans and extracted a thin leather cock ring which he fitted once he was fully hard. He also swallowed a single violet tablet before moving over to the bed. Mags's night most certainly was not finished yet.

Marcus often started by having his target face down on the bed hands tucked under her forehead. She gasped as the big man climbed onto the bed and straddled her waist. He kneeled, keeping most of his weight off her body. His hardening cock, however rested along the line of her spine, slowly edging its way up towards her shoulders as the blood pumped into it. The gasp was replaced by a slight moan as she felt strong fingers working their way along the edge of her shoulder blades. The fingers found the soft skin under her arms and worked their way around to cover her small breasts. She cried as her nipples were trapped between his fingers and he leaned down and began to lightly kiss the nape of her neck. She screamed as his lips intensified their suction, pulling the skin deep into his mouth. She was held clear of the bed by just the force of his mouth. The large hickey would go uncommented, but not unnoticed, by her father the following day.

Marcus moved his left hand to grasp her hair, black fingers intertwining with the dark locks. His right hand continued to play with the pliant flesh of her breast. He pulled back lifting her upper body clear of the bed. She felt his feet move between her thighs slowly but inexorably spreading her legs apart. Marcus moved slowly downwards, his now rigid cock sliding, assisted by its precum, along her spine to the entrance of her buttock canyon. Cries increased in volume and became more frantic as the pinioned woman knew exactly what was about to happen to her. Marcus moved his right hand to Mags's chin and pulled her back even further. She cried as his cock continued its passage down her body, pausing briefly at the now not quite so tight ring of her anus. He made a slight rocking movement rubbing the head lightly over the muscle.

After a brief delay he continued down to his real goal. The tight little ass, enticing as it was would be for another time. He wanted white pussy, particularly the tight little white pussy his cock was introducing itself to. The precum was more than enough to lubricate the still moist outer lips sufficiently to allow him to edge them apart. The solid lump of his cock head pushed into the still resisting flesh. Mags screamed again as her master began to enter and take her at his pleasure. Marcus was in no rush. He had all night to sample this little lovely. He looked over and grinned briefly at Reece as the camera zoomed in on Mags's lovely face, capturing the moment that the thick black meat made its way back into its natural habitat. Her eyes and silent mouth were wide open as Marcus continued to pull back on her hair. Her eyes rolled up under her lids and a low cry began deep inside her belly as she was split by the insistent meat once again imposing its will deep inside her. The cry found its way to the surface and flowed out as a long deep shout that tailed off into shocked silence as Marcus finally made his full entry. He paused before withdrawing slightly, then thrusting back inside the helpless woman. He had her now and was going to take her completely as he wanted.

Her cries became continuous as the powerful black body pumped away at the yielding white flesh. Strong hips drove his dark meat into the soft pink flesh. It tolerated no resistance, thrashing first to the left, then the right, in, out up, down. It owned that pussy and was making sure every part knew of its presence. Loud slapping filled the room as his black crotch bounced against the pale skin of Mags's firm young buttocks. He would break his rhythm every once in a while, to grind himself against her, forcing his prick just a little deeper. Mags was now crying continually, her head pulled back by her hair as far as it would go. She felt the fingers dragging her hair pulling the skin taut against her cheeks and forehead. Fingers entered her mouth and pulled her jaw down.

She noticed a change in the rhythm of the beast pumping away behind her. Slowly the pattern of movement increased, and she felt his urgency begin to rise. Marcus felt it too and prepared to send his first load deep into this lovely smooth little white hole. He knew that this would not be the only time that night. This was his pussy now and he was going to take it whenever he wanted.

The heat built, his balls tightened, and he began his pumping to send his seed inside the simpering little lady under him. Mags made a long loud whimper as the first bolt of hot seed shot into the womb that had just gotten a new master.

After filming Reece could often be found sitting watching the proceedings while Katheryn or Marika, occasionally both, ensured that his cock was being well catered for. Both women were well trained in the use of their mouths to keep their master fully satisfied. He would lean against the wall with one sucking his balls while the other took care of his shaft.

The night was not yet over.

Later the following morning Mags was assisted into the car by a somewhat tired Marcus. Her voice hoarse from all the cries and orgasmic screams that had been generated by her petite frame. The cocks reaming her throat certainly didn't help. She arrived home to be greeted by her proud father who helped her shower, admired the marks left on her and then put her to bed for what remained of the morning. She slept right through to the following day.

The companions who passed through Reece's chamber of delights experienced very similar future lives. The exceptions were Mags and Sarah who were not really spouses. At some undefined point during a random working day an executive would be called to a sudden extended meeting, a phone call would be made, a car would pull up outside a home, the doorbell would be answered, and the massive black form of Marcus would be admitted. He would stand silently while the woman slowly undressed before him, discarding her clothes onto the floor. He would then walk around inspecting the naked body before him, noting the nipples hardening in anticipation. He knew that her pussy would also be getting damp by this time. At his signal she would approach him, remove and then fold his clothes before placing them neatly on a convenient surface. She would kneel in front of him, hands clasped behind her back and take his hardening cock into her mouth. Positioned thus, she would bring him to the ready state. At his signal she would walk slowly to the room he had indicated. Here she would stand, hands behind her, eyes downcast awaiting further instructions. Marcus made use of every room during the course of his visits; it might be her home, but he was her master. She would unerringly remember how and where his huge cock had plundered her whenever she entered any particular room.

Naked, Marcus stood in front of her, his eyes wandering across her waiting body. This allowed plenty of time for her body to react to the muscular giant and watch as his fingers brought his massive black cock to its full hardness. The next few hours would see her being soundly fucked in all manner of positions and orifices; her lust filled cries would echo from the walls as he took his pleasure. Eventually, once satiated, he would take her into the shower; his woman would soap, wash, and dry him. He walked with her following him to the pile of discarded clothes and watched silently as she first dressed him then herself to be as they had been when he arrived. He left without a further word. She knew that he would call again at some point; she was his now after all. Hardly a word had been spoken the whole time; there was no need.

Time passed and Mags finally found a satisfying regular fuck at college that evolved into a lover and then into a husband. Mags quit college and returned to the apartment above the office, new spouse in tow. Jonas was an engineering student who specialised in marine construction. This involved extended trips to client sites in Germany, Poland and Sweden. He usually flew home at weekends to his ever-eager wife. Mags looked forward to these weekends in the apartment that Frank had provided for her. He still regularly visited his daughter to ensure that she was not missing out on her ration of cock. She also still accompanied Frank to the parties at Reece's mansion when Jonas was away but somehow managed to forget to let her husband know the full details. As far as Jonas was concerned, she was simply assisting her father with his client's business matters. By informal agreement with Reece, she was not marked if Jonas was likely to be at home.

Mags was a contented woman.

More time passed and inevitably the newlyweds ceased to be newlyweds and Mags became broody. Mags stopped taking the pill, a fact that she forgot to mention to anyone. Jonas was due to go away on a three-week assignment in India and would not be able to return at weekends. They had a mega fucking session the night before his departure which left Mags more than a little exhausted.

Frank visited his daughter the following morning as he usually did most days when his son-in-law was away. Mags always appreciated the company and the well-educated cock that her father brought to the party.

A couple of days later, Frank had just entered her when she linked her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. She whispered into his ear.

"Daddy."

"Yes, my dear?"

"Daddy, well, you might soon be a grandfather. I've come off the pill."

"When?"

"A couple of days before Jonas left, so I could well be fertile. Jonas has been filling me with his cum ever since."

"So, have you tested positive yet?"

"No, I've not been testing."

"Hmm. Leave the testing until he gets back."

"Why?"

"Plausible deniability."

"Can tell that you're a lawyer."

"Indeed. So, there is a chance that I could be a father again as well as a grandad. Would that a problem for you Mags?"

"Not really, though there are always dangers I suppose."

"Yes, indeed there always are."

Mags squealed as her father withdrew slightly and then plunged his full length straight back into her pussy. She squealed even louder as he increased his speed and began pounding away at her. She gasped at the extraordinary enthusiastic pounding she was receiving. He lifted her clear from the bed, hooked his arms under her legs and proceeded to hammer away at her. Frank leaned forward forcing his daughter deep into the mattress.

"Oh yes, yes. Do me daddy. Fill me with all that lovely hot cum. Make Jonas's little sperm fight to get a hold on my eggs."

"Naughty, naughty little girl."

Mags was fucked hard the following ten days every evening after work and in the morning when Frank appeared for work. Sarah noticed the increased activity in the room above her and in the office at lunch time. She also noticed that there was no cock heading her way. Jonas returned and so did Frank's cock.

A couple of weeks later Mags and Jonas announced to the world that she was with child. As it happened, she was bearing the twin boys, Eric and Jules.