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struggled against the binds as he fucked me into submission against the table. It was almost too much, and I felt the pangs of an oncoming climax earlier than ever before. With my motions bound, I rested bent against the table and let the wave build up until it crested and flowed across my body. The sensation flew across my brain, releasing a mixture of compressed pleasure as it surfed down my limbs. I sighed in contentment as the sensation mounted, feeling him stiffen up behind me. Inadvertently eager to come together, he slammed his hips into my large, pillowy ones in staggered, hardened motions as pumped his hot gift into my womb while I rode out a small handful of orgasms.
     
    After the passion, I felt drained from the entire day. He sent me upstairs with a plate of food to sleep, but not before the other two arrived.
     
    Derek, as his name turned out to be, was the leader of the three. His brothers Sam and Daniel seemed to instantly smell the aroma of our lovemaking, and became eager to join in – but I needed to rest, and Derek enforced this.
     
    But as I drifted to sleep, I smiled on his parting comment: that if I felt up to the task, and if I wanted to remain with them and even join their world, I could breed all three of them at the same time…
     
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    I spent most of the day asleep to recuperate from the shock of the previous one. When afternoon came, I felt surprisingly rejuvenated, and decided to take my protector up on his offer. With renewed vigor, I mated the men in the shower, eager to take in their seed and join the pack.
     
    It started with Derek. With a big grin, I slipped to my knees in the shower, my fingers finding themselves wrapping around his swollen cock. I looked him right in the eyes and I slowly pumped his dick; I slid my palms across his hipbones and parted my warm, wet lips around it. As I gradually took him into my mouth, swaying my head slightly left and right, I let him place his hands on my head—and then placed my hands over his own, pushing down slightly.
     
    I wanted him to know that he was in charge.
     
    My hands slid to his hips as he held my head and forced it down harder, a little faster than I had imagined. My eyes flew wide open. Thank god I lost my gag reflex! I groaned into the movements as he rocked my head up and down, and after I got my sense of balance, I ran my fingernails up his ripped stomach. I realized then that he was groaning too, and I relaxed my mouth a little to let him get a little further down into my throat.
     
    He pulled himself free after a moment, slipped behind me, placed a hand on my ass, and another around his dick. I watched over my shoulder as he moved to position himself, and then I felt his head pushing around my labia. Hungrily, I anticipated the feeling until suddenly—
    Oh yes! There it was, deep and full inside me. The combination of the running water showering us, plus my natural wetness, allowed him to just slip it right in — almost to the hilt. He pushed to get the last inch, and I threw my head back with a smile.
     
    Those strong, firm hands grabbed my soaked ass, and he bucked his hips against mine, over and over. My forearms slipped a little against the floor as my hips rocked back to meet each thrust of his own. I allowed myself to abandon the moment, focused only on the rhythm of our bodies—and the feeling of his thick rod pumping in and out of me.
     
    As if on cue, I heard the door clink open, and I opened my eyes and looked up at him. There was Sam, who took in the sight with unmistakable lust in his eyes. He walked over to me, reaching down to stroke my hair. I returned the favor with his member, my fingers pumping it to life. I lifted myself up on the ground, sure to keep my wet pussy right where Derek wanted it.
     
    As I got onto my knees, Sam brushed the loose, matted hair out of my eyes. Appreciative of this, I kept my sight on his