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seizes both my legs and roughly prizes them apart. My
decorations and bells jangle in protest. As my legs are strung wide
open, the lead weights and bells succumb to gravity and fall in
between my thighs, cinching and dragging my clit and pussy lips in
their wake.
    “Careful, Father.”
    “I know what I’m doing, son.”
    Russell lets go of my legs. He does not
undress, but unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly instead. His
throbbing purple cock bursts forth in vigor – already hard and
straining at the glans. It points to me from its nest of blond
pubic hair and tight balls raised by his lowered waistband.
    Russell wears briefs, not boxers, I
notice.
    I concentrate on his devilishly handsome
face even though I’m having trouble balancing my legs to maintain
my spread-eagled state. He is so amazingly handsome – with his
piercing blue eyes that rake across my body like coals. Yes, I can
see who Max will grow older to be, the lucky bastard. He’s blessed
with such abundantly splendid genetics.
    Max on the other hand does not appear happy.
As he’s on my right, he’s helping me to steady my right thigh, but
my left is on its own precarious perch.
    “We’ll have to be going in soon,
Father.”
    “Stop fussing.”

    The head of Russell’s magnificently large
cock pauses at my moist vulva. I’m merely moist, not wet, as this
proposed sexual interlude has been rather sudden and my nerves are
still strung to maximal tautness. The sweet, flowering mouth of my
vulva is red and partially obscured by the strands that dangle from
my hairpin clit clamp. My clit is a compressed and numb piece of
flesh.
    I close my eyes.
    Take me.
    “I think I’ll go for something else today,”
Russell says. “Guide my rod, Max.”
    I flutter open my eyes in surprise.
    Max’s mouth twitches. I’m right. He’s none
too pleased about this whole thing. I wonder why – he who has opted
to give me to his father in the first place. Does he have a change
of heart now that he himself has been made a slave?
    He moves to his father’s left and seizes his
father’s enormously broad stick. A dutiful and obedient eldest
son.
    The symbolism is not lost on me.
    My mouth dries as Max positions the cock at
the entry point of my anus. He has to guide the head so that it is
centered in between the double strands attached to my bells and
weights. Russell is huge and his cock is not lubricated, so I brace
myself for pain.
    Max notices my grimace. He spits on his palm
and wipes the wetness onto his father’s schlong. I shoot him a
graceful glance and he flashes me a quick smile as he guides the
cock to slowly ease into my anus. The initial thrust is painful,
and I let out a little cry as the hard flesh spears me and widens
the puckered circumference of my anus.
    My sphincter is very tight – still tight
despite the fact that I’ve been taken many times in the ass – and
it is stretched like a rubber band as Russell bulldozes his way
through.
    “Ohhhhh,” I groan as his shaft pummels its
way into my rectum. My walls are cleaved apart like water being
parted by a ship’s prow.
    Once Russell is fully in, Max move away to
stand at my right side again. Once more, he helps support my bent
leg. He stands like a sentinel – beautiful face immobile – as his
father begins to pump into my ass.
    Bam, bam, bam.
    It’s extremely brutal sex.
    Or should I say sodomy.
    Russell has always taken me harshly, and
this is no exception. He drives his rod into my asshole as if he’s
a hammer trying to nail a column of air into my guts. And I think
he’s succeeding because the shock of his pounding is clobbering my
flesh into submission, and my bells are clanging and banging as
though to herald the pope’s arrival.
    Russell begins to pant. From his force and
his rapid fire strokes, I know this will be a quick one. His balls
slap into my buttocks, scissoring the strands of my decorations. I
claw at the stone table with my nails as I moan with pain and
pleasure.