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Rebellion

By: Tibvo



"Christ I'm feeling horny!" moaned Matt Porcher, as he lay naked on his bed, stroking his stiff throbbing erection. Being a young man of eighteen, his hormones always seemed to make him horny. He was so frustrated, he could almost cry. At school, he listened with envy at tales of other boys getting laid. 

"Why not me?" he thought miserably. He thought he was going to die a virgin. 

He was good looking enough. Maybe it was his cock. Ever since last year, when he started to shoot up in height, he found that his penis had started growing even quicker, turning into a fat slug that lay halfway down his thigh when it was flaccid. Kids soon noticed it in the showers and word quickly got around at school. Before he knew it, he had the nickname "Donkey Kong" after the computer game. 

One day, Cheryl the school dyke asked him if she could look at his prick. When he showed it to her, she seemed astonished about the size but when he plucked up courage and asked her to fuck him, she had said "No way! That thing," pointing at his erection, "would split me apart" and promptly walked away. 

Matt groaned again and he promptly forgot about his woes as the pleasure sensation in his prick started to build. He paused momentarily to apply more Vaseline on his cock before continuing. He had long since found that using Vaseline stopped his cock from getting sore due to his frequent (and lengthy) wanking sessions. 

In his mind's eye, he could see him fucking Britney Spears. She was on top of him, riding his stone-hard erection, gasping away. Her tits wobbling up and down in tune with her thrusts. His hand started shooting up and down his cock in very rapid strokes. He felt his body started to stiffen and his cock swell even larger and harder as he felt the onslaught of his orgasm. 

"Almost there!" he thought when… 

"MATTHEW!" 

Trying to ignore the voice, he continued rubbing his aching prick, trying to achieve his climax. In his imagination, he could see Britney groaning even louder as she bucked even faster towards her oncoming orgasm. 

"MATTHEW! COME DOWN HERE NOW!" shouted the voice from downstairs. 

"Oh shit, what does SHE want now?" he mumbled. 

"COMING, MUM!" he shouted as he abandoned his effects. 

Knowing that his mother would only come up the stairs to get him if he didn't go down first, he got off his bed, quickly got dressed, first wiping the Vaseline off his now dwindling erection. 

Clare Porcher was a small woman standing just over five foot. She had short dark hair with natural grey highlights making her look older than her 45 years. Her face though young looking was cold and stern. Her brown eyes had a piercing quality, which give the person that she was looking at the impression that they were being scrutinised (which was most often the case). Always one for being smartly dress, she normally wore a pair of neatly pressed trousers and a loose-fitting blouse. Today was no exception. 

A strong-willed woman, it was very apparent even to the casual observer that she was head of the family. One day, she even berated her husband in front of guests because he had left the sugar out. Alan, her husband was, on the other hand, a quiet person who thought the best thing he could do was to agree with whatever his wife said and did. 

All in all, she ran an organised household with no serious challenges to her authority. That is apart from her son, Matthew, who always seemed to arguing with her. She would admit that on the whole he was a good kid but recently had been rather rebellious and his grades were not as good as they could be. Hence, why she was calling him down now. 

"Yes, Mum?" 

Clare turned to see her son standing in the kitchen doorway. She looked at him and noted for the umpteenth time how fast he was growing. He was now not only taller than his father, but broader as well. 

"Did you do that homework you promised me?," she asked. 

"Well, Mum…" her son begun. 

"Don't give me 'Well Mum', young man. I have spoken to your English teacher and he told me that you didn't do the homework that he had assigned you." Clare interrupted. 

Matt shrugged. "I was going to do but David came round and…" 

Clare interrupted him again. "I know why you didn't do your homework! It is just not good enough! I told you yesterday that unless you bucked your ideas up, you wouldn't be allowed to go to camping with your friends." 

"Aw, Mum. I am packed and everything!" protested Matt. He had been looking forward to going camping (especially to get away from his nagging mother). And now to be told that he wasn't going just a day before they were due to leave. 

His mother continued "and I'm also grounding you for a week. That will give you a chance to do some studying while you are off for half term." 

"But Mum, I was meant to help David and his dad pack the car today." Matt said. 

After a brief pause, Clare relented. "Okay, you can go to around and help with the packing but I want you straight back here afterwards." 

"Mum.." started Matt. 

"Or do you wish to stay in?" asked his mother. 

Matt had no choice. "Alright, Mum." 

"You had better go," Clare said, "but don't take too long." 

Matt grunted and stormed out of the house. By the time he reached David's house, he was fuming. 

"What's the matter, Matt?" asked his friend. 

Matt told him. "I'm really fed up with that cow," he moaned, "I can't wait until I'm eighteen and can leave home." 

"I take it that you're talking about your mum?" asked David. 

"Yeah! The old bag just told me that I can't go camping with you guys." 

"You joking? We've got everything planned." David complained. 

At that point, David's father came outside. "Ah! There you are! Come on then, if you want to help pack the car!." 

"Dad! Matt's mum won't let him come camping." said David 

"That's disappointing but, well, there must have been a reason why he's not allowed to go." replied David's father. 

"Aw that ain't fair, Dad," complained the boy, "Can't you have a word with her?" 

David's father shook his head. "Sorry, David. I can't do that. If Matt's mum said 'no', then that's that. Sorry, Matt. But you know that once your mother has made up her mind, she won't change it." 

"Yeah." said Matt, quietly. 

"Sorry, Matt." said David. 

"Me, too." said Matt again. 

"Look, boys, " interjected David's father, "Why don't you leave the packing to me and go down and meet up with Tony at the Bowling Alley." 

"Aw, I'm not sure about that. Mum's expecting me home in a few hours time." Matt said. 

"Aw, come on. We've got plenty of time and I'll make sure that you're home in time so that mummy can tuck you up in bed." persuaded David. 

"Sod off! Alright, I'll go." agreed Matt and then said "Mothers! Who would have them?" 

It was after midnight before Matt returned home. 

"Shit! She's going to kill me," he thought as he gently opened the front door and let himself in. 

Matt slowly crept down the hallway. Seeing that the living room door was open, he glanced in. There curled on the settee was his mother - asleep. His father must have been upstairs in bed. 

"Thank God! Maybe I can get to my bedroom and pretend I've been here for hours" he thought. 

As quietly as possible, he crept up the stairs and into his bedroom. Once inside, he quickly got changed and got into bed. As he lay there, he felt the now familiar urges return. He cast his mind back to the fantasy regarding Britney. Pulling back the covers, he pulled out his swelling cock and started rubbing it, applying some Vaseline as he did. 

He only managed a few strokes when suddenly he heard footsteps just outside his bedroom door. He had just managed to pull his pyjama bottoms and bed sheets when the door burst open and the light switched on. Standing in the doorway was his mother looking furious. Immediately, his erection shrunk. 

"WHAT TIME DO YOU CALL THIS?" she shouted. 

This was the final straw for Matt. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" he shouted back. 

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" screamed Clare. 

Angrily, he pulled back the covers and swung out of bed 

"I AM FED UP WITH THIS! " shouted Matt, "ALL YOU DO IS NAG! NAG! NNAAAAGGG!!! 

Clare was taken aback. Never before had Matthew spoken to her like this. 

Even in his angered state, Matt noticed that his mother was wearing just a nightdress. This was the first time he saw her wearing anything other than her loose fitting trousers and blouses or a baggy bathrobe. While those clothes hid her body; her nightdress clung to it, especially to her large drooping boobs. He didn't realise that his mother was so big. He felt his hormones starting to react. 

"HOW DARE…" she started to say. 

"SHUT UP! I AM SO SICK OF YOU BOSSING ME AROUND! I HAVE HAD A FUCKING ENOUGH OF IT!" 

Suddenly so angry that she could not speak, Clare slapped her son around the face. 

Angrily, Matt lashed out by pushing her away, causing his mother to fall back first onto his bed. At the same time, he lost his balance and found himself on top of her. 

Time suddenly stood still for Matt as he was suddenly aware that he was on top of a woman on a bed for the first time in his life. He could feel her soft warm body pressing into his through the thin night clothes. Suddenly his penis sprung to full erection. 

Clare was in shock. One minute they were standing up shouting at each other. The next she was spread-eagled on her son's bed with him on top of her, and what was that pressing into her? 

"MATTHEW! GET OFF ME THIS INSTANT!" she commanded. 

Matt lifted himself up and stared down at his mother. His hormones were in complete control and all he could see was a woman lying underneath him. With a groan, he launched his mouth at his mother's neck. 

"Matthew! What are you do.. hmmph" she was cut of as her son brought his mouth onto hers. 

At the same, his hands feverishly worked over her body. Ripping at her nightdress to get to those sagging tits. He pulled his mouth off hers as he looked at down at his mother's now naked breasts. His first set of naked tits. Christ! They were big! Her nibbles were huge! With a groan, he enclosed one of those large nipples into his mouth. 

Clare just lay there uncomprehending. She could not believe what was happening. She felt herself gasp as her son roughly nibbled one of her nipples. Then she felt one of his hands moving down to her hips. "What the" she thought as she felt him roughly rip at her knickers. "NO!" she thought. 

Grunting feverishly, he quickly ripped away his mother's knickers. He then roughly pushed himself between his mother's legs, at the same time pulling down his pyjama bottoms, freeing his huge bloated cock. 

"No this cannot be happening." Clare thought as she felt her son install himself between her legs. 

She felt something brush again the inside of her legs. It was his hand. She gave an involuntary gasp as his fingers located the entrance to her vagina. The fingers probed for a moment and then redrew. She felt Matthew shift his weight and then felt something hot, spongey and very thick pushing against her vagina. 

"Oh my God!," she thought as realisation dawned. 

Matt was on auto-pilot as he felt his huge stiff shaft brush against his mother's cunt lips. He never remembered his prick being so big and painful. All he wanted to do was to bury the rock-like shaft into a woman's wet, soothing cunt - his mother's cunt. 

"NO MATTHEW! STOP THIS THIS INSTA… oh nnooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Clare gasped as her boy, panting in urgent need, pushed his hips against hers with all his might causing his Vaseline covered penis to slowly slide into her tight vagina. Even with his cock being greased, it still took him a lot of effort to get all of his granite hard erection into her vagina, right up to the hilt. Clare could lay there in shock as her son lay on top of her, with his "thing" inside her. Never had she had anything so large and so stiff in her vagina, she thought it was going to tear her in two. 

NO, MATTHEW! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!" Clare shouted as she felt her son starting thrusting madly into her. She had never been so deeply penetrated and her vaginal lips were so stretched, they hurt. 

Matt was so excited that within a couple of frenzied thrusts, he felt his body stiffen and a tingling started in his balls and quickly shot up the length of his swelling shaft. 

"Oh fuck!" he gasped, his flexing cock shoved up as far as possible inside his mother's cunt. 

Grabbing her for dear life, the teenage boy's hard young shaft snapped up hard inside the middle-aged woman, as wads after wads of fresh, thick, potent sperm-laden semen started shooting out of his cock, drenching the insides of her womb and cunt. Clare could not help but grunt in surprise as she felt her son's ballooning weapon eject volley after volley of white-hot sperm into her stomach. 

On and on, he continued shooting off inside his mother until finally he collapsed in exhaustion upon her soft body, panting and struggling for breath, trembling violently. Underneath him, Clare lay there panting, feeling her son's formidable erection started to go down. 

Matt lay there relaxed. He felt so good. Then it dawned on him what he had exactly done. 

"Oh my God! I just raped my mother! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" he shouted. 

Suddenly Matt was disgusted with himself. "My God! What have I done? What if Dad heard?" he thought as he pulled himself away (and out of her with an audible slurp). Blabbering his apologies, Matt jumped off the bed, he grabbed his clothes and ran out of the room and out the house. 

Clare was still getting her breath back as she watched Matthew race out the room. She looked down between her legs and saw her son's white semen slowly trickling out of her vagina onto the bed. 

Struggling off the bed, Clare snatched up Matt's dressing gown and put it on. "MATTHEW! " she shouted, "COME BACK!." Unable to move very fast (her vagina being tender after what had happened), by the time she had got downstairs, he had gone. 

In bed, Alan Porcher had woken up to the shouting match going on next door. What was going on? The shouting suddenly went quiet. After a short pause, he then he heard his wife crying out, almost protesting followed shortly by bedsprings creaking. The realisation struck him like a sledgehammer when it dawned on him what was happening and he could only lay there and shiver when he heard Matt run out the house. 

Matt stood outside his friend's David's house, having just rung the door bell. 

David's father answered the door. "Matt! Do you know what time it is?" 

"Sorry, Mr Hunter," Matt started then he saw his friend and Mrs Hunter coming down the stairs. 

"Matt, what's the matter?" asked his friend. 

"Sorry to disturb you but can I stay the night?" asked Matt. 

David looked at Matt's face and could see that something was seriously wrong, "Dad, can he?" he asked his father. 

"Er, yes, sure. What happened, son?" asked Mr Hunter as Matt was led into their living room. 

"Did you have another falling out with your mum?" David enquired as he showed Matt into the living room. 

"Y-yeah!" was all that Matt said. 

"Phew! Must have been a major falling out for you to walk out or did she chuck you out?." 

"I rather not talk about it." said Matt. 

"Err! Sure mate, whatever you say. I'll just go and get you a blanket and pillow. Fancy a drink?" 

"Yeah, a milk please." 

"Look," David's father, "You don't have to go back to your parents' tonight but I do have to phone them to let them know that you are safe." 

"I'll do it." said Mrs Hunter. 

While David retrieved some blankets and took them to his friend, David's mother rang Matt's phone number. It was answered by Clare. 

"Matthew?" said the voice on the other end. 

"No, this is Helen Hunter, David's mother. Is that Mrs Porcher?" 

"Yes, this is Clare Porcher" replied Clare. 

"I just wanted to tell you that Matt is over at our place and is safe and sound." 

"Oh thank God! Look, Matthew and I have had an argument which I feel needs resolving immediately. Can I come over? I know it is late but it is important." 

"Well, I better check with Matt." 

Matt agreed. 

Ten minutes later, Matt heard the door bell followed his mother being brought into the living room. 

"I need to talk to Matthew alone." Clare said 

"Sure, if that's is alright by Matt," replied David's father. 

Matt nodded. 

The Hunters left the room, closing the door behind them, leaving mother and son alone together. 

"You must come home." stated Clare. 

Matt felt terrible and embarrassed being in the present of his mother. 

Sensing his reluctance, Clare pushed on "Look, I won't tell the police but we need to resolve what has happened. Now if you want us to do it here where David and his parents can overhear then that's up to you. Frankly, I rather do it at home." Quite rightly, she had guessed that Matt had not told the Hunters what had exactly happened. Matt gave in. 

Matt and his mother didn't say a word as they drove back to the house. On entering, she told him to have a shower and then they would talk. Matt wanted to wait until the morning but his mother's tone told him that she was adamant. 

It did not take him very long for him to shower and change into a clean pair of pyjamas and dressing gown. He found his mother sitting on the settee in the living room, waiting for him. He noticed that she had changed into her night clothes. She patted the seat next her and told him to sit down. He sat next to his mother. 

"You know what you did to me was wrong." started Clare. 

The boy nodded. 

"What made you do it?" she asked. 

"I err.. " Matt stammered, unable to answer. 

"Answer me." snapped his mother, "do you realise what you did? You RAPED me." 

"I'm sorry." The boy whispered. 

"'I'm sorry'? Is that all you can say? For Christ's sake, you raped me while your father was in the next room." She felt anger (and possibly something else) course through her as she leaned forward and grabbed Matt's chin, forcing him to look directly into her face. 

"Do you realise that you may have got me pregnant!!?" 

Matt did not say a word but continued staring at his mother's face. Suddenly he could remember her expression as he pushed his hard cock inside her. Her eyes bulging, her mouth open. He felt a twinge in his prick as he imagined his sperm swimming in her belly, searching out her egg, recreating himself inside her. 

Suddenly he came to his senses. "My God! What am I thinking?" he thought. Again apologising, the panic-stricken boy got up and rushed out the room. 

Clare just sat there as she heard her son run up the stairs followed by his bedroom door slamming. She discovered that her heart was hammering within her chest and that she was aware of something throbbing on the ends of her breasts realising that her nipples were engorged. She felt wet between her legs and she found that for the first time in years, she was aroused.

She remembered the look on her son's face just prior to him bolting. He had the same look just prior to him raping her. Images flashed through her mind of Matt being on top of her, of them having intercourse. No, he was fucking her (her body trembled as she thought of the word), fucking her hard. Her son had fucked her against her will. Fucked with such ardor, such raw passion, such virality. His penis being so big and so hard. She inwardly groaned as she thought about it. 

Something had changed during the rape, that fuck. Something had changed in her. Never had she felt so alive. She realised what she had been missing. Her and Alan hardly ever made love and when they did, it was at her insistence and even then it had no passion and it was over within minutes (sometimes seconds). And Matthew was so passionate, so strong and so well endowed. So much bigger than any man she had known, especially her poor husband, his father. 


Rebellion



Jan Marshall was the Home Economics teacher at the school I taught at. She was about forty, quite good looking, had a daughter of around nineteen and was a widow. When I tell you her husband probably died as a desperate means of self defence, you will understand my opinion of her wasn't too high.

In this modern era of political correctness we are supposed to let boys do Home Economics if they wanted to. None of the lads at our school had taken up the option, Jan Marshall subtly letting it be known that any boy pansy enough (or horny enough – all those girls doing Home EC) to attend her class was guaranteed a fail before they even entered the room.

In Jan Marshall's little world there were two types of men, known rapists and rapists not yet proven. I was her superior at the school, so I came under the not yet proven category. And where she was concerned, it never would be proved. Any man brave enough to tackle her would probably join her husband in the afterlife, voluntarily.

I'd met her daughter, Denise, at a couple of school functions, and there was a contrast. A bright spring morning against her mother's chill of winter. She was popular and I'd seen her out and about in the evenings with a variety of male companions. I'd heard no rumours about her sexual proclivities, but if she was a virgin I'd be surprised.

There again, after living for nearly twenty years with Jan, it was possible that she was too intimidated by men to let one actually take her to bed.

I knew there was a lot of friction between mother and daughter, as Jan made no bones about complaining about Denise's behaviour. She'd complain about her attitude, her clothes, her friends, her makeup, her anything she could think of. I suspected that Denise probably complained to her friends about her mother, and probably with a lot more reason.

One week Jan was absent from school, sick. On the Friday the school received a call from her asking if someone could drop of her Home Economics class's grade papers so she could mark them over the weekend.

As Jan lived fairly close to my place this request was passed on to me, with instructions to bring Jan up to date about various school edicts that affected her and her classes. 

I strongly suggested that, knowing Jan's antipathy to the male of the species, a female teacher might be a better choice. All I got was a rude comment about are you a man or a mouse, and my subsequent squeaking was ignored.

So after school I fronted up at Jan's place. I explained that there were several things from school I had to go over with her, so I was reluctantly invited in and I reluctantly entered.

I dumped the papers where told and then went over the items I'd been requested to bring up. I gave reasoned explanations to several queries, agreed that some rules were invented by men purely to add to the burden of hard working teachers and did my best to hurry the meeting along so that I could be out of there before the chill froze me.

Then in walked Denise, a towel wrapped around her hair, using it to rub her hair dry. Nothing else. Bare butt naked, and she was a stunner. Apparently she'd just had a shower and it was obvious that she'd also taken the time to shave.

My jaw probably made a dull thud as it fell open, probably low enough to bounce off the carpet. Jan didn't notice this little trick of mine because she was bouncing off the ceiling.

I'd have thought that if you've got a visitor and your daughter is bare assed in the shower common sense would be to give her a warning so she didn't innocently wander into view displaying her charms. 

Failing the giving of a warning, when your daughter wanders in giving your visitor a beauty show, a gentle word saying that you had company would be enough to send the daughter scurrying for cover.

Not in this case. Denise blushed as the fact of my presence and her nudity hit her and she was starting to turn and bolt when Jan went into action.

How dare Denise shame the family that way? Had she no sense of decency? Where had she, Jan, gone wrong to have such a terrible daughter. Her father would be rolling in his grave. Etc, etc, etc...

Denise got her back up right away. She'd been in a fight or flight state and was in the middle of opting for flight when mummy started on her. Straight away she switched to fight.

It wasn't her fault. How was she supposed to know her mother would have a man in the house? It had never happened before in living memory. Anyway, what did it matter if someone saw her naked? I'd probably seen naked women before. (True, but not many as nice as Denise.) Anyway, she wasn't showing anything that she hadn't shown to other men. (So, not a virgin it seemed.) 

They went to and fro like that for a while, while I kind of kept a low profile and enjoyed the scenery. 

Jan finally points out that as she's naked in front of a man I'm probably going to rape her, it will serve her right and she needn't appeal to her mother for help, because she wouldn't.

At that I promptly pointed out that rape wasn't my style and, even if it had been, I was unlikely to rape her daughter in front of her.

Denise, at the same time, points out that I appear to be a friend of Jan's, and in her books that probably meant I was gay and incapable of raping anyone, unless it was a little boy. (Snarky little bitch, I thought at that comment.)

Jan ignored Denise's comment but reacted to mine.

"It won't be in front of me," she shouted. "I'm not staying here to watch."

Then she went charging out of the house and a few moments later I heard her driving away,

Denise was looking satisfied at that, then suddenly looked a little nervous, flicking an apprehensive look towards me.

I quite deliberately looked her up and down, paying close attention to boobs and pussy, shook my head sadly and smirked.

Denise promptly became annoyed. How dare I dismiss her with a look like that? I could see her square her shoulders, standing straighter so that her breasts stood out, daring me to say something.

So I did. Standing up, I announced, "It looks as though your mother has gone for a while but it doesn't matter. Our meeting was effectively over. I'll let myself out while you go and get some clothes on. You look a little cold."

Ever noticed how women don't want you coming on to them but then feel insulted when you don't?

"That's it?" asked Denise. "You're just leaving? You're not going to try anything?"

"Don't be silly. Of course not." 

My eyes flicked over her again, and I smiled slightly, shaking my head. Denise was looking offended and a bit doubtful. I mean, here she was naked and I was just brushing her off and apparently laughing at her.

"Is there something wrong with me?" she demanded.

"No, no. You look fine," I assured her, still smiling as I moved towards the door.

I could see irritation flicker across her face. It was all very well not to be indecently assaulted, but I should at least have shown some appreciation for her body.

"After all," I murmured, "I'm sure you're not really trying to seduce me, now are you?"

Now she was indignant and insulted again. I was putting the blame on her? Accusing her of coming onto me?

"What?" she nearly shrieked. "Of course not. Why would you say such a thing?"

Without Denise noticing I'd been moving not only towards the door, but also a damn sight closer to her. Now she was in arms reach, so I reached.

"Oh, possibly because you didn't take any measures to hide these," I said, running my hand lightly across her breasts, making sure I flicked her nipples. "Neither did you try to wrap that towel you're holding around your waist so that you weren't giving me an eyeful of this," I added, reaching down and cupping her pussy.

"Nor," I continued, "did you go and get dressed when I suggested you should, preferring to spend time arguing with me while showing off your nudity."

I slid my hand around behind her and cupped her bottom, laughing at the astonishment on her face.

"I've changed my mind," I said. "Your mother has left you here at my tender mercies and I find I don't have any. Let's go to your bedroom and finish our discussion there."

Turning her around I pointed her in the direction of the hall that I assumed led to the bedrooms, and gave her an encouraging pat on the bottom to get her moving.

Denise walked down the hallway with me in close attendance, my hand resting comfortably on her bottom, while she kept tossing confused little glances over her shoulder, apparently trying to decide what the hell was happening.

Reaching her bedroom, she entered, and made a half-hearted attempt to close the door on me. I just breezed in anyway. 

"Look, you've had your fun," Denise said, "I think you should go now while I get dressed."

"You can't get dressed until after your shower," I pointed out.

"I just had one," Denise half shrieked at me.

"OK," I said. "Calm down. It's just that you'll need another one after I've finished molesting you, so it would be silly to get dressed just yet."

"Very funny," she snapped. "Look. I'm laughing. It's past time you went. I want to go out shortly."

"Denise," I said, "you had your chance to chase me away and you did everything you could to keep me here. I told you to get dressed and you drew back your shoulders and thrust your breasts towards me quite deliberately."

She blushed at that one, knowing I spoke the truth. She had deliberately squared her shoulders to make her breasts stand out when she thought I wasn't appreciating her figure properly.

I started undoing my belt, preparing to drop my trousers.

"While I get undressed, why don't you decide how you're going to receive me," I told her. "Then you can get into position ready for me."

"What do you mean by that?" Denise almost screamed at me, watching closely as I took my trousers off.

"Just that," I murmured. "Do you want to lie down on the bed with your legs apart in the classic pose? Do you want to bend over the bed so I can ravish you from behind? Maybe hop onto the bed on all fours so we can do it doggy fashion? Or do you want to make it a straight wrestle, with me holding you down and slowly taking you while you struggle and pretend you don't want it?"

Denise was almost hopping up and down in fury at my so casual attitude. The way I was reading her, she wanted to be forced to submit, but I wasn't buying the scenario the way she wanted.

She was honest though, I'll give her that.

"Fine," she snapped and hopped up on the bed. She wriggled around on the bed for a few moments, getting comfortable, and when she was finished she was kneeling, bottom high in the air while her head was resting on her crossed arms, looking over at me. Truthfully, not at me as such but at a part of me that seemed to interest her.

I took up a position kneeling behind her. I stroked her pussy, letting my fingers dip inside her to assess her readiness, and was quite satisfied that I'd read her right. She was hot and wet, and her pussy pushed back against me as I probed her.

Carefully easing her lips apart, I then pressed firmly against her, sliding in easily and deeply. Running my hands along her sides I found and captured her breasts, noting with interest the way she tensed when my hand brushed across her lower ribs.

With her breasts under my control, I thrust hard, pushing my cock the rest of the way into her, hearing her give a little squeak as I slid home.

"Now I know you were really wanting to be able to protest and demand that I stop, so I'm going to help you out."

My hand went from where they were comfortably holding her breasts back down to her lower ribs. I then dug them in sharply.

Denise exploded, squealing and giggling, wriggling and protesting, fervent pleas for me to stop pouring from her. With cruel delight I continued tickling, enjoying the feel of her writhing under my fingers and around my cock.

When I finally stopped she was almost in tears, gasping and still giving little giggles. 

"You want me to stop?" I asked, at the same time giving a firm thrust of my cock deeper into her.

"No," came the gasped response, as her hips swayed back to meet me. "Do it!"

My hands crept back to her ribs to be met by a frantic "No!"

"You just said do it," I pointed out.

"Not that," came the yelped reply. "This." She eased forward and then slammed herself back hard, showing precisely what she want me to do.

Being the helpful kind, I obliged, driving repeatedly into her, hitting her so hard the whole bed was shaking. Hands clasped her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them while I took her with enthusiasm and a lot of energy.

Denise's appreciation was plain, as was her participation, my every effort being met with similar enthusiasm, squeaks and squeals of appreciation coming from her.

We banged together in fine style, each appreciating what the other had to offer, reciprocating in kind. Neither of us were in a hurry to finish our union, but neither were we trying to delay it. Soon I could hear Denise panting and making little pleas for me to go harder, harder, and I set to with a will, driving home hard and fast.

Feeling my own climax about to start, I delivered a stinging slap to Denise's bottom, resulting in a shriek of surprise, followed by just a loud shriek as her climax hit her just in time to receive mine.

Lying back afterwards I was idly playing with her breasts and running my fingers over her mons, gently teasing her. 

"Now you're probably ready for your shower," I murmured. "It'll make up for the one you didn't have earlier."

It was quite amusing to see just how red her face could burn, finding I'd spotted her little ploy. I have no idea why she'd picked me to stage her little rebellion against mummy, but I wasn't going to complain.



Rebellion



I stand over you. Restrained, helpless, and hooded, you don't yet realize I'm here, but you still fight. I hold a covered plate, the first food to come near you in days. I take off the cover and the scent of a delicate soup fills the room. Your lips twitch, but you refuse to beg.

I crouch down and whisper in your ear. "Are you prepared to give me your oath?" The simple question tells you who I am, where you are—and what your fate will be.

You turn your head towards my voice and try to bite me—the only means of lashing out left to you.

I laugh. "A pity. Cook outdid herself today."

A spoon waved under your nose has your mouth watering, but you persist in your silence.

I want to run my hands over your skin. I want to feel the tickle of your chest hair, the hardness of your cock, and the softness of your lips. I breathe deeply, enjoying your scent.

Patience. Taking is easy, winning is work.

I savor the meal, then sit quietly. Your muscles twitch and strain against your bonds, but I can tell it is habit. You know you cannot break free.

I am about to leave when it happens.

"Where are the others?" I am pleased that your first words since arriving are for your companions. Your voice is hoarse and rough. Still as strong as I remember, but with an edge of desperation. I reward your speech by pressing a cup of water to your lips.

You finish drinking and lean back with a sigh. "Please. Are... are they here too?"

"No. I would have claimed them also, but you are the only survivor."

You say nothing further, but tears begin to leak from under your hood. I sit with you, wiping your face. The small comfort I offer is the first human touch you have been granted since your capture.

Eventually, your tears cease. I use my handkerchief and some of the water to wipe down your body, clearing away the worst of the dried sweat and dirt. Your body slowly relaxes under my ministrations.

You will remember this. Remember I stayed with you through your grief, I soothed you with my touch and when you opened up to me and spoke, you were rewarded.

Small steps. Tomorrow, if you speak again, I will feed you with my own hands. Small steps, until the day you willingly and joyfully kneel at my feet.

Each day I visit you for a short time. The carefully wrought mechanism binding your body can be adjusted through a near infinite range of positions. My servants shift you frequently to prevent sores, as well as cleaning the messes your body makes. But they never speak, never interact, for all you can tell, you are tended by mechanical contrivances. I am the only person in your world.

Several times you return to your silence, but never for long. Locked in the dark, in endless isolation, your need for human contact is almost greater than your need for the food I bring.

By the second week, you are learning courtesy. By the third, you greet my arrival eagerly. I continue to offer small rewards. Food, touch, conversation.

In the fourth week an emergency arises, calling me away for the day. I see you before I leave, but you are sleeping.

I return late. As much as my bed calls me, I force myself to go down to your cell. You are tense, twitching. At the first sound of my footfall, your head turns towards me.

"Lady?"

You are supposed to wait to be addressed. Disappointed I turn to leave.

"Forgive me, lady, I forgot myself! Please... Please..."

I stop. "You know better, boy."

"Yes, lady."

I walk to your side. Tears streak your face below the hood. Your head hangs limp, even as your muscles continue to twitch and spasm. I put my hand under your chin and you shiver at my touch. "Is there something you wish to say?"

"Please don't leave, lady. I am sorry I spoke out of turn."

"Are you ready to give me your oath?"

I can almost feel the battle within you. Long moments pass, "No, lady."

I pull my hand away and your sigh is almost a sob. I haven't broken your honor, but you fear what your refusal will cost you. I am not so cruel—there is no point in asking more of a man than he can give. The day will come when you give me everything I want.

Surprise fills your face as I remove the cover from the food and offer you your first bite. "Thank you, lady." The gratitude in your voice is for more than the meal.

After a month of immobility and living on a single meal a day, your once strong body is much changed. Hunger has been your constant companion, along with darkness, loneliness, and despair. It's time, I decide, for a change.

I leave your cell without a word. You moan at my departure, but you do not speak. You have learned well.

I return some hours later. My servants have been efficient, as always. You are positioned so you kneel on the floor, next to a small, elegant table set for one. The lights in the cell, normally kept brightly lit, are dimmed to a warm background glow. I light the two candles on the table, adding ambiance to the sterile room.

Your nostrils flare at the familiar scent. Even for my servants, setting all this up silently was impossible. You can tell something different is happening. "Good evening, boy."

"Good evening, lady." Your voice is strained.

"You were very good this afternoon, boy." I caress your chin, emphasizing words with action. "I know you were disappointed."

"Thank you, lady... may I please ask why you left?"

"Look down, boy."

A long moment passes, but you obey. I walked out once today, you will not risk my doing so again.

With your head bent I can easily reach the straps holding your hood in place. You stiffen under my hands as the first strap comes undone. "Keep your head down and your eyes closed."

I remove the hood. After a month of darkness, to willingly remain sightless is a true test of your discipline. But you do not want me to leave, and you will want the hood to remain off for as long as possible. Your muscles strain and twitch, but your eyes stay closed.

I hold my hand in front of your face as an extra precaution. "Open your eyes slowly. When your eyes are comfortable, you may lift your head."

You gasp. Tears drip into my hand as the faint light burns your eyes. When the tears stop, I move my hand. You raise your head and gaze around the room. Your eyes are wide and you tremble in your restraints. Your breath comes fast. I crouch next to you, grabbing your chin with one hand and covering your eyes with the other. "What is wrong, boy?"

"I don't know, lady. My eyes... I see, I see colors and shapes, and movement, but it all means nothing. I don't understand!"

"Shh. Shh." I hold you and run a hand through your hair. "You are fine. Your brain needs time to remember how to see."

Soon you calm. I sit back. Your eyes are focused now, and the wildness is gone from them. "Lady." You clear your throat. "I forgot how beautiful you are."

"Flatterer."

I take myself seat at the table and fill my plate. You stare as I take a bite of meat. I offer the second bite to you. You restrain your obvious need and take it delicately from my fingers. "We will take our meals together from now on. You can expect me in the morning and evening." Meaningless, when you have no way to tell the time, but this will add some structure to your days.

You swallow the meat and say, "Thank you, lady."

"You are welcome I'm sure, but is that all you wish to say?" The month I spent drumming courtesy into you covered only the basics. Confusion fills your eyes.

"Ah-"

"Never mind." I sigh and take a sip of wine. "Polite discourse will be a lesson for another day."

You take another bite from my hands, but say nothing further. Wise, when you don't know what is proper.

"I doubt you realize how disruptive this has been to my day. Our new schedule will be easier for me to accommodate."

"Lady... why are you doing this?"

"I enjoy having company for my meals."

You shake your head, "No, why are you doing all of this."

I put my fork down, "Explain yourself."

Your hands fist at your sides. "The past... is like a phantom now. Sometimes I think it was a dream and my whole life has been darkness.

"I remember thinking I was being tortured. Expecting someone to demand information, answers, but no one ever did. Then you came. You keep me locked in this contraption, trapped in the dark. Starved me. Stripped me my humanity. Forced me to abase myself before you or be denied the little food keeping me alive.

"When you removed that damned blind and I couldn't see, you reassured me. When I was grieving, you held me. You talk with me today as if I was one of your high-society friends.

"I should hate you for what you've done to me. Instead, I would give almost anything for a few more minutes of your company. So many times I wished you would kill me. Now I live for the sound of your footsteps.

"Why are you doing this to me?" The cry seems to be ripped from the depths of yourself, and your eyes burn holes in mine. You are magnificent. For the first time, victory is nearly within my grasp.

"You know why," I say, meeting your passion with gentleness, "I am remaking you, placing chains on your heart and mind. On the day you walk out of this room, you will know you belong to me, and love me for it."

You slump against the restraints and whisper. "Why can't I hate you?"

I say nothing, giving you time.

"Kill me. If you have any compassion, any kindness in you at all, please kill me."

I get out of my seat and kneel in front of you, taking your face in my hands. "No, brave one. You are stronger than you realize."

You snarl and rage, straining against your bonds and spitting in my face. I wait you out, allowing no reaction to mar my serenity. You grow quiet. You will not meet my eyes or respond to me. I feed you the rest of your meal in silence.

When I pick up the hood, you close your eyes. The subtle defiance in your seeming-acceptance decides me. I fold the hood and place it with the discarded plate. You wanted to "see" the truth of your situation. I will not let you hide in darkness. I turn the lights out, leaving the candles to light your cell.

You fawn over me at breakfast. I wonder if you realize how transparent you are, how obvious the ploy is. About half way through our meal, I set my finger against your lips to silence you—and you kiss it. I burst out laughing. Even in my distraction, I catch a gleam of calculation in your eyes before they fill with confused devotion. I am tempted to let you continue your ruse, but honesty is critical at this phase.

"Brave one, I am impressed. A well thought out plan, if a tad overdone in the execution. But no, acting the devoted puppy will not convince me to release you before you are mine. And if you could, how long before you, yourself, became unable to tell role from reality?"

For a moment, you brave it out, but then you sigh and smile crookedly at me. "It was worth a try."

The meal passes quietly. You remember your manners, but the courtesies are only a thin veil over your despair and fear. When I finish, I move the plates aside and retrieve the hood. You set your jaw and stare into the distance as I fit the leather over your head. "This is your first warning," I whisper as I pull the straps tight. "Do not attempt to deceive me again."

You lean your head against my shoulder. "I know I can't win, lady. I'm not even sure I want to. But I have to try. I owe it to- I just have to."

"I know, brave one."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In my dreams, I am lost in the past. Sometimes the dream ends, and I wake knowing it was a dream. Other times I fall asleep in our safe house, surrounded by my friends and allies. Then I wake here, where my friends are dead, my body is wasting away, and You are the center of my world. On those days, I listen for Your footsteps and wonder which is a dream and which is reality.

I treasure my dreams, they are the one bit of myself you cannot take from me. When I dream, I am able to hold out against You, to remember my old life.

In this dream, my friends surround me. I laugh and talk and relax in a place where I belong. Some part of me knows I am only dreaming, but I throw myself into the fantasy. Here I am free and at peace.

Your footsteps sound, echoing through my dream. Trembling, I turn to the door of our safe house. You stand before me. As always Your presence lights up my world. I fall to my knees before You, unable to resist Your power. When I look up, all my friends lie dead around me.

The door to my prison opens, waking me from the dream. I blink back tears and try to show an impassive face as I wrestle with anger and grief. Even my dreams belong to You.You smile as You enter. Again, my world lights up. I lower my head so You cannot see how much I hate myself for it. My dead friends still linger behind my eyes.

"Good morning, my brave one."

"Good morning, lady."

The food You carry is welcome, but more welcome is the hand You rest on my head.

"You are tense today."

Tense? I am vibrating to pieces as my love for You fights with the memories and promises made in a life that is as dead as my friends. "Bad dreams, lady."

You sigh, and the sadness in the sound rips at my heart. "I think they haunt us all. Will you tell me your dreams?"

I almost lay the whole thing at Your feet, but somehow that would be the final betrayal of my dead. "I can't, lady."

Your smile quirks, "And if I commanded it?"

I hang my head, unable to meet Your eyes, "Please don't, lady." I don't know what I would do... and I'm afraid to find out.

Your lips brush my forehead, and I close my eyes against tears. I am undone by your touch. "No fears, brave one, you may keep your silence... for now."

"Thank you, lady."

You lay out a meal. For the first time, You set out a plate before me, and a fork and spoon. I am used to my immobile state, but now the uselessness of those tools mocks me. Your laugh echos in my ears and Your hand reaches out to cup my chin. "You have been very good these past weeks. Consider this your reward."

You release one of my manacles.

I freeze in shock, afraid to hope. Slowly, I bring my hand in front of my face. Marveling at the way my muscles stretch and move.

You clear Your throat.

Shame fills me. "Thank You, lady. I'm sorry I forgot myself, please don't think I am ungrateful, lady."

You only chuckle and bend down to kiss my forehead again.

I see again, my friends lying dead around me as I grovel before you. If I stop to think, even for a moment, I will freeze. I let the grief rule me and my hand reaches up to grab the front of Your throat. Your neck is small, and if I were at my full strength I could crush it without trying. Even now, I can hurt you badly. "Release me." What should have been a demand comes out as a plea. "Don't make me hurt You, lady."

You raise Your eyebrows. "I could say the same, boy."

That "boy," is like a slap. I look away, but my grip tightens. "Please, lady."

"No, boy." A lightning bolt slams into me and my body convulses. The last thing I see before the world goes black is the marks of my fingers on your throat.

I wake to pain. My arm is wrenched up behind my body and secured to the metal collar around my neck. My skin burns and tingles. Something has been shoved into my mouth, almost choking me. When I open my eyes, I see only blackness. I have been returned to the hood. It is the least I deserve.

"I am disappointed, boy." Your voice is cold and angry. The pain underneath the anger rips my heart. "When will you learn? This is what you are: a helpless fool trapped in the dark. Everything else I grant you, from the food you eat to the sight of my face is a privilege to be earned. I offered you a great privilege today, and this is the way you repay my generosity?"

The gag in my mouth keeps me from responding, and You ignore the tears flowing down my cheeks. I can only listen while You eat in silence and walk away.

I have learned to time my days by Your visits. I know when the time for the evening meal arrives, and You do not.

Hunger weighs on me, but not as much as Your absence. I can't tell how long I spend like this. Several times my body is repositioned, though my arm remains painfully bound at my back.

I sleep in fits and starts. Thirst and hunger gnaw at me. I wonder if You have abandoned me. Have I transgressed so far that I will be left here until I die? Soon I wish for death.

Finally, I again hear your footsteps, hear the door open, smell your scent. I sob into the gag.

You say nothing. I bow my head and force my body to relax. I find myself hoping you will not remove the hood. I would rather be dead than see my fingerprints on your throat. With that thought, I admit the truth: You have won.

The gag is removed from my mouth. My arm, screaming in agony, is moved to a more comfortable position. I bite my lip, torn. I should thank You for the gift of comfort, but I am not to speak until You do.

"Good evening, boy."

"Good evening, lady."

You say nothing further, and seconds pass like hours. Unable to bear the silence, I ask, "May I speak, lady?"

"Do you have anything to say that I wish to hear?"

"I... I hope so, lady."

"Very well, boy. Speak."

Words spill out of me. "Lady, I was wrong. I don't say that because you punished me—though I am more grateful than I can say for your mercy today. You are the only thing in my world, lady. I- I shouldn't have touched you, not without your permission. I had no right to even touch your hand, and I... please tell me I didn't hurt you, lady?"

I hear the faintest sigh of silk and you are next to me. The heat of your body warms my skin. I want to strain against my bonds, to struggle to be closer to you. I stay limp. Accepting.

Your hands unbuckle my hood. I keep my eyes down until you tell me I can look up. The room is lit up like a surgical hall. Under the bright light, the dark smudges on your neck standout like crows on a field of snow.

Tears fill my eyes. "Lady, I am sorry."

"Why, boy?"

"They were alive. In my dreams, they lived, and I remembered. Then you came, in my dreams, and they were all dead. And you woke me, but I still saw them lying dead in front of me, and..."

"And what do you dream now, boy?"

"Nothing, lady. Even the dead are gone and I'm alone in darkness."

"I am sorry you lost your dreams, brave one," I shiver at the endearment. I don't deserve your regard. "It is time for you to move forward though. This lapse I will forgive, do not give me reason to regret my generosity."

"No, lady. Thank you, lady."

"Are you ready to give me your oath, brave one?"

I freeze. "I- I want to, lady."

To my surprise you crouch down, until you look into my eyes. "Why can't you?"

I want to look away, but your hand is under my chin. I obey the unspoken command, making myself meet your gaze. "I swore another oath, lady. If I give you my oath, I am forsworn."

"And the oath of a forsworn man is meaningless."

"Yes, lady."

"Tell me this oath, boy."

"That I would never give up or abandon our cause. That only death would stop me."

"Do you still keep this oath?"

"I have to."

"Do you want to?"

I hang my head as memories I thought vanquished overwhelmed me. "Part of me does, lady. Part of me wishes my oath was dead too, and I could be free of everything."

"And what would you do if you were free?"

"I would kneel at your feet and beg you never to leave me again."

Your smile is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. You stand, and I fear you will walk away. Instead, you undo each of the restraints holding my body. I don't move, don't twitch. I hardly dare to breathe. When I am completely free, you open the door, then cross to the opposite side of the room.

I wait, but you say nothing. No commands, no instructions. "May I... may I stand, lady?"

You nod. I climb to my feet for the first time in... how long? My legs tremble, barely able to support my weight. The door beckons me. After one, half-regretful glance, I turn away. I lean on the wall to keep my feet, making my way to you halting step by halting step. When I reach you I collapse. You catch me, holding me up with strong arms, then carefully lower us both to the floor. My head rests across your lap. You bend over my face and your hair tickles my skin. I am in heaven.




Rebellion



You whisper a single word in my ear. A word I never expected to hear again. I can't breathe. Shock locks my body and you smile at me. "Give me your oath, brave one, and I promise you will not be forsworn."

"How? Why..."

"Because to defeat the largest of monsters, you must first climb into its belly. You and your friends were fools to attack openly. You were not the only ones to fight."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You give me your oath easily now. But I know the truth of men. Your real oath came when you turned from the door and gave yourself to me.

Tomorrow I will take you before the Emperor. We will show him how once again I have tamed to my hand those who would threaten him. You will hate that. You will hate the parade of media making you the empire's mascot—the Rebel Repentant. But you will do it. You will do it because I ask it. You will do it for love of me. And you will gain me another measure of the Emperor's trust. Bring me another step closer to his inner circle.

When I am close enough, you will help me plant a dagger in his back.



Rebellion



She had to have more. God, she wanted her son. She didn't care about the consequences. She did not care that she was a respectful married woman in the community and the fact that she was still young enough to become pregnant (she took no protection, leaving it up to Alan) aroused her even more. 

She slowly got up and walked out of the room and up the stairs. At the top she paused. She was aware of her painfully erect nipples rubbing against her nightdress, her vaginal fluids leaking down her legs. 

Taking off her dressing gown, she went to her son's bedroom door and opened it. The room was illuminated by the full moon outside. Matthew was in bed. 

"Matthew, are you asleep?" 

A momentary pause and then "No, Mum." 

"Good," she said closing the door behind her, "we need to finish our talk." 

"Mum…" protested the boy. 

"Now! Come over here" was all she said. 

Slowly he got out of bed and walked toward his mother. He noticed that she had taken off her dressing gown and was now only wearing her nightdress. 

"Why did you run off just then?" Clare asked. 

"I ..I.." despite himself, he was locked by her eyes. They had a strange look he had never seen before. 

"Well?" asked his mother, "Was it because you wanted to rape me again?" 

At the word 'rape', Matt came out of his stupor, breaking their eye-lock. He could not help but glance down to his mother's heavy tits as they wavered within the confines of her nightdress. Was it his imagination or were her nipples sticking out? 

"Huh?" he grunted. 

"You wanted me," she said huskily, "I could see it in your face. It was the same look that you had when you raped me." 

She started walking towards him and only came to a stop when her soft heavy breasts were pressing against him. He could feel her hard nipples. 

"Even though I am your mother, you want me don’t you? You want to bury this," her hand sliding between their bodies and grabbing hold of his limp dick inside his pyjama bottoms, "inside me, don’t you?" 

Matt could not answer. His lips had gone dry, his body shaking. However, despite himself, he felt his cock respond to his mother's fondling hand. 

Clare silently sighed as she took hold of her son's penis. So big, she thought. Then she felt it stiffen, becoming erect. Within moments she had to move back slightly to allow the now hugely bloated shaft to slide up against her belly. She could not believe what she was holding. It was enormous, so fat that her hand could not encircle it, so long that it reached well up her body, passing her belly button and so stiff that she could not bend it. 

Matt groaned as he felt his mother's hand grip his rigid shaft. He could feel her warm body (especially her large tits) pressing into him. Her mouth was not far from his. He could smell her perfume, intoxicating him. 

"Admit to your mother that you want this great big cock to cum inside her and make her pregnant." she breathed, brushing her lips against his. 

Something snapped inside him. Groaning out his lust, Matt grabbed hold of his mother's head and forced his mouth onto hers. His tongue snaked though her lips and into her mouth. Groaning as he snogged her, he ran both of his hands down to her plump arse, shoving her body against his madly throbbing hard-on. 

With a sickly tingle shooting up his spine, Matt noticed that his mother had brought one of her hands to the back of his head and was using it to push his mouth firmly onto hers. He could feel her tongue valiantly wrestling with his while she kneaded his bum cheeks with her other hand, pushing her body against his as she rubbed her cunt mound against his huge aching cock. 

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Matt pulled away from his mother and started undoing his mother's top. Lost were any constraints as mother and son tore off their clothing, feverishly desperate to become naked so that they could copulate. Once done, they fell onto his bed, madly scrambling into the missionary position so that they could once again join in the most intimate of ways. 

Matt could only groan as he felt his mother's hand on his throbbing hard-on and she guided his swollen prick against the wet lips of her cunt. Without pausing, he pushed himself into her with all his strength, slowly feeling his mother's pussy slide very tightly around his cock. Finally he felt his belly come in contact with hers, with every hard inch of his stiff shaft inside his mother. Underneath him, his mother cried out as she felt the huge intrusion into her body. 

Matt just lay there, resting his cock deep inside his mother. His pubic hair mixed with hers. It felt so good. Gone was the guilt. All he wanted to do was fuck his horny bossy cow of a mother. Groaning loudly, he started pulling back and ramming forward with strong piercing strokes. 

His mother in turn lifted her legs and hooked them around his pounding arse while she swung her arms around her son's neck. Then she hung for dear life as her son subjected her to the most energetic, pile-driving fuck she ever had. 

Again, again, her son pulled back, leaving only the head of this enormous erection inside and then ramming it back in as hard as he could, almost ripping her apart. 

Matt's bed creaked loudly. The long deep thrusts and withdrawals began to have an effect as Clare's cunt muscles began to contract upon the mighty shaft within it whenever it plunged deep into her womb. 

Again and again, the boy thrusted back and forth. His thrusts getting longer and harder. In and out, in and out his huge penis went. Her mind was in a whirl. She could feel the thrusts as time and time again he shoved himself into her, pushing her into the mattress. She could hear the bed springs squeak loudly in tune to the violent thrusts. She could hear Matthew's laboured breaths as he moved back and forth. She looked up into his face. His eyes were glazed, his mouth open. 

">unnghunnghhunngghhhuuunnnggghhh

">Unnnghhunnnnghhhunnnghhh

Back and forth, in and out went the boy's huge prick. "It felt so good," thought Matt as he roughly and violently fucked his mother. Slap! Slap! Slap! As his stomach struck hers on each downward thrust. The boy's thrusts were now so powerful that the headboard of the bed started to bash against the bedroom wall. Bang! Bang! Bang! Each time, Matt shoved his huge stiff erection into his mother's cunt. 

"Ohhhhhhh, my baaaaabbbbyyyyy. >unnghunnnghunnnghhhhunnnghunngh

On and on the two of them fucked and fucked. All you could hear was the squeaking of the bed springs, the groaning of the copulating couple, the slapping as naked body struck naked body and the load slurping sound of a thick hard cock being repeatedly shoved into a hot wet cunt. 

Matt was in ecstasy as his huge aching boner slashing repeatedly into his mother's love wound, feeling a perverse chill that with every thrust brought another groan from his usually very uptight mother, the almost overwhelming need to cum every time his felt his mother climax. 

Clare was in lust. There she was lying on her son's bed, her legs flung around him as he furiously fucked her. There was no finesse, no tenderness. It was just rampant sex and she could not get enough of it. The fact it was her son who was repeatedly reaming her just made the sex that much more delicious. She felt herself climbing to yet another orgasm as she felt her boy valiantly trying (and succeeding) to shove all of his impossible huge (and stiff) cock into her hole. 

In and out. In and out. In and out went the boy's hard shaft into the mother's soft wet cunt. Their bodies clawed at each other as they sought the maximum pleasure that his unholy union could bring. 

Suddenly, gasping her lust, Clare brought her hands behind Matt's head and brought his mouth crashing down onto hers. Groaning loudly, they kissed deeply, hungrily. 

"Oooh Gooood!….>unnnnghhhh

The combination of his mother biting into his shoulder, her legs tightening their hold and her cunt clamping down over his over-engorged cock caused Matt to follow suit. 

"MMMMUUUUUUMMMM!!!! I am CUMMMMMINGGGGGGG!" he shouted as he shoved his cock as far up into her as he possibly could and held onto her body for dear life as he felt his spunk travel the length of his expanding shaft and shoot out of the end in huge ropey strands into Clare's womb. 

Clare's eyes flared open as she felt her boy's molten cum splash inside her. It was so hot and so much as she continued to feel her son ejecting his potent teenage semen inside. 

"So good!" she moaned, "So hot!" 

Matt noticed that this was the first time his mother had ever complimented him on anything. 

They lay locked together until the final throes of their joint orgasm had died. Then the boy slowly pulled himself off and out of Clare. He noticed with a sick satisfaction the slurping sound as he pulled his cock out of his mother's cunt and the groan that accompanied it. 

They lay, side by side, as they recovered their breaths. Finally Clare turned on the lamp and looked at the state of their bodies, her eyes lingering hungrily on her boy's limp but still impressive penis. 

"We seemed to have made a bit of a mess here, " she stated, "we need to clear this up." 

"Yes, Mum" replied Matt. They were back in Mother and Son mode. 

Matt watched his mother get up and put on her robe and then handed him his. Then together, they changed the bed sheets. 

"I think it's time you got to sleep, young man." his mother stated. 

Matt looked at his watch, it was three in the morning. They had been screwing non-stop for over an hour. He quickly had a shower to wash off the sweat and went into his room. As he climbed into bed, he could hear his mother go to the bathroom to shower herself. 

He was too tired and in a state of shock to review what had happened that night. He instantly fell asleep. 

"Matthew! Wake up!" 

Matt sat up. It was daylight. His mother (wearing just a nightdress) was sitting on the side of his bed, shaking him. 

Seeing that he had woken up, Clare stood up. 

"Look, your father has popped out for a few hours and I need you to help me with something." she said as she pulled back the covers. 

Grabbing hold of his arm, she pulled him up from the bed and steered him out of the room, down the hall and into her bedroom. The door was not even closed yet as Clare hungrily took her son into her arms and started to devour his mouth. 

Life for the Porchers changed after that. 

For Matthew Porcher, he was no longer a frustrated teenager as he spent most of his time (apart from doing his homework) coping with his mother's insatiable demands. Night after night, she would come to him after they had all gone to bed and they would fuck until the early morning. In the mornings, he often woke up finding his mother either fondling or riding his morning hard-on. On weekdays, they would have a quick fuck after his father had gone to work, before he had to go to school and she went to work. In the afternoons, he had to always make sure that he was home when his mother got home from work so he could give the both of them a good relieving fuck. In the evenings, he found that he could not go out. At first his friends would come over and suggest that they went out to a pub or club. However, from inside the house, his mother would call out to him asking to "help her with a job." He would make a feeble excuse, ignoring the taunts of "mummy's boy," knowing that within minutes, he would be balls-deep in his mother's hot cunt, fucking the hell out of her. He also found that the better his grades were, the more inventive his mother got. 

For Clare Porcher, it made her a happier person. Not only did she find a way to control her rebellious son (and he was doing so much better in school now) but it also gave her a new lease on life. She never realised how much she liked sex. No matter how many times she approached Matt, she always found him eager (and able) to perform. On the contrary, he sometimes approached her and he was so enthusiastic, so hungry, it made her feel like a teenager. The fact she took no protection (she was allergic to the Pill) turned her on even more. It came as no surprise to her when she did become pregnant a month later. 

For Alan Porcher, life became more peaceful. Oh, it was a bit of a shock at first when he realised what was happening between his wife and son. He was not sure what to think at first when Clare used to get up early (in the pretext of going to the bathroom) and then hearing the door to their son's bedroom opening and closing, followed shortly afterwards by squeaking bedsprings and low moaning. 

But then he found that his wife nowhere nearly nagged him as much. In fact, he hardly ever saw her since she was either at work or involved with their son. After a while, he started to find that he got aroused listening to her and their son having sex next door in Matt's bedroom (by that time, they had long since stopped trying to hide it from him). He even did not mind when his pregnant wife finally wanted Matt to move into the master bedroom with her, while he slept in the boy's room. At last he was able to carry on with his hobby of being a trainspotter in peace.



Rebellion's Price



"God made the rules. We do but use them to suit our purpose." The solemn voice and the click-click of pacing boots echoed in the granite cavern. Jetrel turned his blindfolded head as much as his bonds would allow, trying to locate the speaker by sound, but the hollow echoes seemed to come from everywhere at once. He concentrated on a heavy footfall beyond his feet, then jumped as light fingernails were drawn over his forehead. "There are two of them," he thought. A breathy hiss on his left and the prickling sense of someone beside him made him revise his estimate again. "At leat three." 

"That which the Tyrant deems unnatural can free us from his grip," continued the strong female voice. "When we make ourselves abominations in his eyes, we are no longer his creatures. He uses this to threaten us; he wants us to shudder at the thought of our bright feathers curling to ash. But we know it is our strength. With our black-scaled wings we rule the night; with our tethers snapped, God is blind to us. He does not watch our smallest move; he does not twist around our thoughts; he does not whisper in our dreams. Our minds and our bodies are our own."

The speaker paused. Jetrel heard her footsteps drawing nearer, then felt her presence near his face, raising the hairs on his right cheek. Jetrel sensed that the others, whatever their number, had drawn close around him and now stood still. A slight breeze stroked his naked body, bringing the scent of damp stone and ruffling the feathers on his wings. It tickled and made him want to shake, but his wings were pinned firmly to the arms of the cross-shaped stone slab to which he was bound. He felt exceedingly vulnerable, every nerve awake and sensitive. 

When the presence by his face spoke again, the voice was soft and precise. 

"Is it your wish to purge yourself of God's presence?" 

There were many things that God deemed wicked. Jetrel had no idea what deeds the rebels had in mind to make God cast him down, or whether he would approve of them were he free to choose. God's snaking thoughts had permeated Jetrel's consciousness for so long that it was often difficult for him to tell which opinions were his own and which were imposed upon him. 

It had taken the Slaughter of the Firstborn to awaken his own sense of justice. He had swept into the first Egyptian house, cloaked in the majesty of his lord's fury, the blazing embodiment of God's vengeful fist, and gazed upon the unfocused features of the newborn child. And part of him had rebelled. An arophied piece of his soul, long stifled by the constricting will of another, had uncurled like a seedling peeking from the soil.

Pain had followed. God had struck Jetrel down where he stood, his fury multiplied tenfold. The crimson thread of God's will, woven through every fiber of his being, had leapt to a blazing inferno of agony. He had writhed on the floor heedless of his own screams. 

"Whatever the rebels intend for me, it cannot be worse than that," thought Jetrel where he lay splayed on the stone. He had fled when God's attention had turned from him, fled straight to the rebel stonghold while God focused on the other servants carrying out his bloody work. At the yawning, stalactite-fanged entrance to earth's caverns he had surrendered to the rebels, let them bind his eyes and steal his awareness. He had awoken here, bound, blind, and naked, his insides churning with fear.

The speaker by his face did not repeat the question. All those around him seemed content to wait. He took a shuddering breath, and spoke firmly.

"It is my wish." 

A soft sigh went up around him, and the woman by his head spoke once more.

"So be it."

The crowd around him began to move. He heard soft sounds of rustling fabric, and a dry sound like a piece of leather trailing across stone. There was a touch on his chest, gentle fingers trailing down his torso, and a noise above him that was something between a gasp and a stifled chuckle. The voice was feminine. He smelled the girl's clean skin as she leaned over him and ran her hand up his side, tracing the countours of hip, waist, and muscled ribs. There was something strange about her, a different scent, or the lack of a scent; something earthy and wild. She drew her knee over his belly, straddling him, now stroking and teasing him with both hands, and he realized what was strange. 

"You're human!" he gasped. Again, she made a soft noise, more of a chuckle this time. One of God's strictest rules was the taboo against the coupling of humans and angels. Then that shock was driven from his mind as other hands joined hers, more than he could count, touching, sliding, stroking. Hands ran up his legs, inside his thighs, and he found himself aware of his suddenly erect member, aching in anticipation. But the hands parted and went up either side, soon mingling with the countless other touches exploring him from his feet to the top of his head, even sweeping beneath the blindfold to brush across his closed eyelids. More sensations were added, moist, flicking trails of tongues playing arcross his skin, lips closing around his fingertips and toes. He was breathing in heavy gasps, overwhelmed by sensation, full to bursting with his need to be touched in the one place they continued to avoid. 

"The tyrant made humans for the earth and angels for the sky, pleasure to reward and pain to discourage. We bring together that which he created as opposites, twine them together until they are one. Thus do we reject his judgements," said the clear female voice.

Jetrel barely heard the words, so lost was he in sensation. Then a moist constriction on his nipple began to tighten, and he felt the bite of teeth, slowly sinking deeper. He tensed in sudden discomfort as the teeth gripped and pulled away. Now other teeth began to nibble and nip, minging with the softer touches of hands and tongues. The word "pain" slowly sank into his consciousness. What did the woman mean by twining pain and pleasure together? 

He jumped again as something touched him for the first time between his legs, a silky pressure beneath his scrotum. The pressure spread up and around , encircling his manhood and drawing tighter, and he realized that he was being tied with a cord. The pressure increased, snug, then so tight as to be digging into his flesh. He was already harder than he could ever remember being, but the blood continued to pump into his aching phallus, and the silken cord kept it from flowing back. He swelled still further, seeming to surge with sensation from the pounding blood trapped within. Someone's hair trailed over hid bound manhood and the feeling was so intense that he cried out and arched his back as his phallus twitched and strained for more. His balls ached, full and tight and tender. The hands and mouths continued moving on his body, their pressure becoming firmer and deeper, but his awareness of them was vague as all his capacity for sensation seemed taken up with the the powerful straining desire between his legs.

All at once, the hands and tongues began moving in unison. From his panting, parted lips to the tips of his fingers and toes, every movement, every touch was suddenly stroking in one direction, converging on the place where all of his attention now focused. It was like a whirlwind sucking him up and twisting him into a raw, helpless explosion of sensation as dozens of hands and mouths were suddenly licking, sucking, and massaging his bound manhood. It was incredible. It was ecstacy. He could not tell one tongue from another, how they were stroking or where they were sucking, save that they were never still; he was a mass of blending, swirling pleasure. He felt his balls stretching, filling even more, preparing for excruciating release. He threw his head back, toes curling, fingers digging into the stone, his whole body arching and trembling as the pleasure surged through him. 

Then, abruptly, his groin exploded in pain. He screamed. The mouths and hands were gone. He felt lines of agony across his straining, dripping manhood, his mind a blank. It came again, accompanied by a swish and crack. The dozen strands of a small flogger snapped across his engorged cock and balls. He writhed, sweat and tears running beneath the bindfold, as his twitching phallus strained upward and met the third stroke. 

The pain was wild, excruciating. But while his super-sensitive skin lit up in agony, pleasure continued to surge and throb beneath the surface. He lay trembling and weeping, waiting for the next blow. Instead he felt a soothing coolness as someone blew gently between his legs, and then a mouth slid down over his tortured penis. Her lips ran over the welts of the flogger, hurting and soothing at the same time, until the tip of him was pressed against her throat and her lips tightened around the base of his shaft. She was not human, for no human had a mouth large enough to take all of him in, and no human could ripple her cheeks and throat as this woman did—but Jetrel was beyond such thoughts. Tongues and lips began nursing and caressing his balls, and someone kissed him on the lips, her hand sliding up to tangle in his hair. Lines of coolness began forming on his body as people blew gently on his sweat-soaked skin. His tears were flowing freely, all his barriers broken down and overwhelmed. 

Pleasure was rising through the pain. The girl with the rippling mouth began sucking harder, sliding up, drawing her lips over the rim of his phallus with a pop and sliding back quickly over his head and shaft until he slammed into the clenching muscles of her throat. She never paused, gliding up and down with a smooth, steady beat, meeting the pounding pressure of his manhood with a powerful sucking pressure of her own. The rippling contractions continued, and her tongue rubbed in swirling patterns everywhere it passed. The pain of the flogging was caught up and lost in the rising tide of pleasure, building up past the level of his previous near-release, finding new planes of ecstacy that he hadn't dreamed existed. Again, he felt the tellale sensations of his impending climax; balls tightening against his shaft, pleasure becoming a red-hot rod bursting to flame along the length of his phallus, fluids straining to shoot through him. 

He was so far gone that he was completely unprepared for the sudden shock of pain that halted the process. The girl on his phallus never stopped moving, but his balls had been gripped and pulled away from his body. Fingernails were digging into his scrotum, and his balls were a mass of pain. He let loose a long scream of pain, pleasure and frustration, the ropes that bound him digging in with bruising force as he thrashed and writhed. His climax was stalled, but the pleasure kept rising. Like a mountain climber finding unguessed-at peaks above the clouds, the sheer ecstacy in his body flew higher and higher. The hands mauling his balls were replaced by a mouth, drawing them entirly inside, massaging with cheeks and tongue and sucking to pull them away from his body. The mouth on his shaft gripped tighter, and for the first time he felt her teeth. They were pointed. They scraped across his flesh as she contiued to suck her way up and slam down with bruising force. Higher the creshendo roared. He was screaming continuously now, wild, ripping screams hurled by the force of his pain and pleasure to reverberate against the stone walls of the cavern. And the pain and the pleasure melded into one.

He erupted. The force of his orgasm was an earthquake tearing his soul asunder—a solid foaming torrent of semen shot through him and deep into the throat that gripped and milked—the spasms of pain and pleasure thundered through his whole body, rushing and crashing—his pleasure was a palpable thing, gushing out of him, filling the room, driving everyone around him to searing climaxes of their own, and for a long, long time, there was nothing but the the deafening tempest of ecstacy. 

Finally, there was quiet, broken only by the gasps and pants of the spent humans and fallen angels sprawled across the floor of the chamber. Lilith was the first to rise, her plump lips spread in a wide smile. There was a smell of singed feathers, and she ran her hand tenderly across the glossy black scales that now covered Jetrel's wings. She began untying the bonds on his uncoscious body, and slowly, others rose and joined her. His face now bore a pattern of black pigment across his brow and beneath his eyes, and from under his dark, tangled hair curved two small razor-sharp horns; but despite the fierce-looking changes, his expression was empty of all bitterness and turmoil, utterly at peace. 

"He is a worthy one, and beautiful," she whispered, and others smiled and murmured agreement. They lifted him with exceeding gentleness, and carried him out of the stone cavern to a candlelit room and a soft, clean bed. The rebels longed to wait for him, to be there when he woke, but a hundred urgent tasks awaited them. So only one remained by his bedside waiting for him to reemerge into his new life. 



Rebellious Boom



WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. 

Featuring: Rebel (TNA), Robbie E (TNA) Jessie (TNA), DJ Z (TNA).

Rebellious Boom

A TNA erotic story 

by DaxG2001  

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Backstage at the taping of the edition of TNA Impact Wrestling set to air on June 5th, 2014, the trio of tanned, hunky, but overly cocky studs known as The BroMans are attempting to regroup after their in-ring attempted ego-stroking session was interrupted by the unique to say the least group The Menagerie. Both Jessie and Robbie E are clad in their matching white with "Boom!" graphic ring gear that perfectly shows off their muscular frames, while DJ Z has on flashy white ring pants and an official BroMans merch T-shirt that still nicely shows off his athletic, desirable frame.

"BRO! We've got to do something about that pack of freaks!" Robbie E yells as he's still freaked out even within their own locker room which has a signature Zima DJ booth set up in a corner, with DJ Z already behind the decks. "It's bad enough I'm scared of clowns! Now that one, and the whole bunch of them are out to get me!"

"Relax Bro! Those guys are nothing compared to us!" Jessie says, trying to calm his former tag championship partner down. "As soon as we get them in the ring, in a match we'll serve them and teach them a lesson."

"Jessie's right my man!" DJ Z states. "Dude! Just chill out, and let me get the party started with some of my killer beats!" He adds, before hammering the sound effect button on his laptop a few times to make the sound of an air-horn play out repeatedly.

Just then, the sudden sound of a knock on the door makes Robbie jump as he grabs the nearest folding chair like he's ready to swing it. "You better think twice clown! I mean it!!" He yells as a warning, even if his wide-eyed look shows he's already afraid.

However, a far more pleasant surprise enters the room in the form of the female valet of The Menagerie – the gorgeous, flexable, and curvaceous beauty known as Rebel. She's clad in her signature, carnival-style attire of a tight fitting sleeveless black top that shows off her large breasts, tight red booty shorts that cling to her stunning, thick backside, all topped off with a black belt with a pouch and knee high boots

"Clown? Sorry, but I like to think I look a lot better that Crazy Steve does..." Rebel playfully teases with a smile as she invites herself in and closes the door behind her.

"Yoooooo... A whole lot better looking than the rest of those freaks..." DJ Z states.

"Bro! This has got to be a trap! The clown is hiding in the ceiling or something!" Robbie claims, still clutching onto the chair.

"First of all, my guys in The Menagerie are not freaks..." She states firmly, pointing up at Zima. "We're like a family, but that's not why I'm here. I'm here because you guys have got the wrong idea about us, all because Robbie here has some fear of clowns!" She says, turning her gaze towards him. "I'm here to set things straight. We're all about having fun, and I'm sure you boys are as well, so there's no real reason why we all can't get along around here."

"Fun huh?" Jessie asks, starting to smirk a little as he uses a hand to make Robbie lower the chair. "Let's hear her out Bro... Because it sounds to me like this babe wants us to bring the Boom to her." He states, checking her out with an approving look over.

"Bring the "Boom"? And what makes you think I'm that kind of woman?" Rebel asks, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"A babe with a banging body dressed like that? Girl, we see your type all the time when we hit the VIP in the clubs!" Zima claims with a cocky grin.

"Oh please... I don't you've seen any girl quite like me before, let alone been with..." She states with a clear flirty tone as she turns to move towards Robbie, smirking as she takes the chair a little too easily from the still apprehensive hunk. "I think I need to show you boys, and 

especially this guy here, that there's nothing wrong with being a little Rebellious once in a while... And when you see that I'm nothing to be worried about, then you'll not have to worry about The Menagerie, or any other clowns again."

"Oh yeah? And how exactly, are you..." Robbie starts to ask, before his and the eyes of the other two men in the room widen as she pulls her top up and over her head, letting her gorgeously large tits bounce free as she drops the clothing to the floor. "Yoooooo... Those... Those are a couple of real big Booms right there!" He admits as he starts to smile, especially when she lowers herself down to her knees in front of him.

"See? I'm not so bad after all..." She playfully teases again, reaching up to pull down his bottoms and the sight of his impressively lengthy and thick to match cock makes her lick her lips as takes a hold of him and starts to firmly pump his rod up and down to get him hard. 

"Well, I can be when I want to be..." She adds, glancing over towards Jessie and giving him an inviting wink before she turns to face Robbie again, stroking his hardening tool as she reaches into the front pouch of her belt. She pulls out a bottle of lube, releasing her grip on him so she can pop the top off and start to pour some of the liquid out onto her large tits, using her hands to rub the lubricant all over them to make them glisten and look even hotter.

"Oh yeah, this babe wants the Boom, and she wants it bad..." Jessie states as he approaches the two, watching as she now pours a little lube out onto Robbie's rock hard length to get him nice and ready as well, before she places the bottle down and uses her hands to grip her boobs, pressing them against the sides of his cock to sandwich it between her lovely, full breasts. 

"Bro! This is hashtag-sick!" Robbie grins, his worries now long gone as the gorgeous former model starts to slide her large tits back and forth along his cock, perfectly pressing her mounds against his sizable length as she playfully licks her lips, groaning a little herself as she glances down as the big tool that's sliding between her breasts before back up at the moaning hunk with quite a lustful gaze. 

"Mmmmm! Who'd have thought... Ahhhhh! A carny chick would know how to get into the VIP..." He groans, feeling those big, soft tits working up and down along his length, the motion smooth and steady both from the amount of lube she's used over her tits and from her being clearly experienced in dishing out this sexual act, knowing just how to move her boobs along his meaty rod to make him moan.

Just as she's starting to glare from the insult, her attention is caught by Jessie moving up behind her, pulling down her tight shorts to fully expose her fantastically thick booty and a neatly trimmed snatch, and as she gazes back she can't help but smile at the sight of another long, fat cock as he's also ditched his wrestling gear. 

"Mmmm... I suppose I can't leave out the other BroMan..." Rebel says, invitingly pushing her ass out towards the hunk as he moves down behind her, seeing his smirk as he pushes his dick into her snatch to make them both moan as he starts to firmly thrust into her folds. 

"Ahhhhh... Mmmmm... Oh, I like that... Ahhhhh..." She moans with approval as she feels that thickness sliding in and out of her tight snatch, turning her attention back to the cock she's pleasuring between her ripe titties, making sure to keep them moving along his tool, smiling again at the moans he's letting out as she fucks his cock with her breasts.

"Mmmmm shit! Babe's got a hot twat..." Jessie moans as he grips her tanned waist, allowing him to pump his cock in and out of her snug pussy as theformer reality TV star steadily thrusts his member deeply into her snatch, feeling her inner walls all around his manhood as he works himself in further into the stunning Knockout's hole. 

"Ahhhh... Fuck man... This ass of hers is off the charts... Mmmmm..." He adds, watching her thick ass cheeks jiggling slightly as even while handling one cock with her big boobs, she's managing to rock herself back on her knees just enough to push back against the incoming thrusts into her pussy, and all the while with a dazzling smile on her face to show she can give it out just as much as she can take it.

"Mmmmm!! Yeah, I know you party boys are... Mmmmm... Loving getting rebellious..." She groans, squeezing her rounded tits as she keeps them pressed against the sides of one half of the former TNA World Tag Team Champions as she wanks him off with those luscious breasts, while the other former champ behind her bangs her pussy with a series of nicely paced and deepening thrusts that make them both groan out in pleasure. 

"Ahhhhh... I bet none of your stuck up... Mmmm!! City chicks could handle some of this action..." She states teasingly, rocking her curvaceous body between both muscular studs as she takes a fucking into her tight and hot snatch while expertly using her sexy chest to pleasure the length she's holding in her cleavage, even spitting down onto the head of that shaft when she slides her boobs downward for that added sensation to make him moan out.

"Yoooooooo! This is how you party, BroMans style!!" The handsome but often irritating DJ Z calls out, hitting the key on his laptop to make the loud air-horn sound effect sound out as he watches his team mates sandwich the gorgeous Knockout between them as Jessie steadily and firmly fucks her snatch from behind while Robbie has his cock sliding up into her more than ample tits. 

"Awwww yeah... Out in the club, or backstage here with the Knockouts... We always bring the Boom!" He yells out again into his set microphone, his bottoms lowered as he lightly strokes his own equally impressively length cock, watching as the almost naked beauty continues to rock herself slightly against the incoming pumps into her snatch, still able to keep her breasts pumping back and forth along the other stud's dick to ensure both they, and herself, are moaning out in rather shameless joy.

Hearing that comment, she glances across and even hiding by the DJ booth she knows he's getting off on watching her go to work on his buddies. "You're not "bringing" anything... Ahhhh... Standing there playing by yourself..." Rebel teases with a smirk, moaning as she takes a couple more pumps from behind.

"Hey! I make it happen anytime, anyplace! Not just when I hit the decks!" DJ Zema claims as he heads over towards the group as Jessie pulls out of her snatch with a groan.

"Mmmm... Now I've had a piece of those hashtag-great-tits, I want some of that hashtag-fine-snatch my hashtag-ripped bro just got!" Robbie E says as he steps back to remove his dick from between her big boobs, now moving to lay down on the floor.

Raising an eyebrow with a smirk, she gets to her feet in order to stand over him, carefully moving down and making the eyes of the three hunks 

watching widen as she impressively performs the splits to drop down. "What's the matter boys? Never seen a little trick like this before?" Rebel teases as she reaches down, lining up Robbie's cock with her snatch so she can slip it in as she finishes lowering herself down.

"Awwww shit! Dat splits thou'!" The former X Division Champion moans as he watches the stunning valet rocking on his cock for a moment as she leans forward, placing her hands on his muscular chest as she starts to move herself on his rod, lightly bouncing on his meat so she can remain performing the splits but take his shaft in and out of her tight and already wet snatch. 

"Ahhhhh! Mmmmm... Shit! Time to get... Mmmm... In the mix..." He moans, able to reach forward and place his hands on her thighs as he starts to thrust his dick up into her snatch, causing them both to call out in pleasure as his rod moves in deeper up into her love tunnel, her juicy butt cheeks jiggling from the motion as she works herself back to meet the thrusts, a sure sign she's used this splits position before during naughty encounters before.

The attention of the gorgeous beauty of The Menagerie is soon caught by the other members of The BroMans group as DJ Z stands at her left side when Jessie stands on the right, and even as she's riding one big cock already, the sight of two more fat dicks makes her lick her lips with a dazzling smile. 

"Mmmmm!! Decisions, decisions..." She playfully says, bringing her hands up to grip both rods and give them some firm pumps before she turns to the left and takes the shaft of DJ into her soothing mouth, already making him moan before she wraps her lips around him, but soon enough her long brunette haired head is bobbing along his length. 

"Mmmmmph!! Mmmmm..." She groans out, keeping her other hand stroking along the other hunk's tool while she blows this one with a steady, hungry pace that's already taking him quite deep past her full lips, and all the while sensually gazing up at the moaning stud she's blowing.

"Mmmmm shit! Bet this babe is loving... Ahhhh! Finally getting to hang out with some... Mmmmm!! Real dudes for once..." The arrogant but handsome Zima says between moans, his eyes glued onto the pretty face that's smoothly moving back and forth over his inches, already applying some saliva onto his inches as she sucks him off, gobbling up his man meat while using her other hand to jerk off the other cock being offered to her. 

"Mmmm!! Look at her go! Awwwww yeah... She loves a real BroMans style party..." He adds with a groan as those pouty lips continue to glide up and down on his manhood as she takes him impressively deep into that nicely damp feeling mouth, and at the same time still bouncing up and down on the equally cocky stud underneath her as she stays in her splits position to take his fat dick sharply into her snatch.

"Ahhhh... What babe doesn't love being with us..." Jessie claims, now getting his turn to moan out when she lifts her head off of Zima's dick with an audible pop, quickly turning the other way to now take his shaft straight into her mouth, having no issues with sucking on the cock that's just some from deep in her own snatch as she quickly starts rocking her head along his meaty pole. 

"Mmmmm!! Fuck!! She's being wasted stuck with that pack of freaks..." He says, making the Knockout currently blowing him with a steady pace glare up slightly at him, but her own pleasure she's getting from having her snatch being stuffed is making her keep on moving her mouth back and forth along his dick, slightly lashing her tongue up on his underside while stroking off the other grappler involved in this steamy action.

"Mmmmmph!! Mmmmm... Mmmmm..." The former Purrfect Angelz dance troupe member groans around the dick she's sucking as she works her tanned and sexily curved body between the three muscular hunks around her, two of her holes being filled up with man meat as she blows well over half the length of one and rides another that's being pumped up into her tight snatch. 

"Mmmm... Mmmmph!! Mmmmmph..." As she strokes off the third cock with swift pumps back and forth, she's keeping her head bobbing away and again showing she's far from inexperienced in the art of oral sex, even with handling two other equally hung men at the same time, but as she stays down performing the splits and staying mounted on the dick being pumped up deeply into her twat it seems that she's more than capable of taking a whole lot more from them all.

"Ahhhh... Come on Robbie my man... Let Dat Young Go Hard get a crack at this chick..." DJ Z says, groaning as her hand gives him another couple of pumps.

"Mmmmm!! It's all good Bro! We can give her... Ahhhhh...The classic BroMans Spit Roast special..." Robbie says, giving her another deep thrust up before he settles back to pull his cock out of her snatch. "Just like we used to give to that other chick back in the day..."

"Dude! Ahhhh... Can we not talk about that chick who went to run a pizza place..." Jessie says, stepping away from her with a groan as his cock pops out of her mouth. "You know how many times I had to switch my cell number to avoid her??"

"I knew you guys were no good..." Rebel smirks as she moves herself out from the splits position and right into a classic doggy style one on the floor, still wearing just her knee high boots and her black carnival-style belt bag. "Lucky for you, I'm not exactly a good girl myself..." She adds with a smile, looking back and watching as Zima moves into position behind her.

"Babe, don't try and front against a hat trick of players like us..." DJ Z says as he pushes his cock into her snatch, groaning at the wonderful, tight feeling around his cock as he slides in deeply before gripping her toned and tanned waist, starting to thrust in and out of her snatch and if that didn't feel good enough alone, it soon gets better as she starts to firmly push herself back to meet his motion. 

"Mmmmm!! Yeah... Only think I handle better than the decks... Ahhhh... Are the hotties..." He boasts between moans as he's already built into a steady and forceful enough pace, soon feeling her thick and sexy ass smacking back into his muscular body when she rocks back to meet his incoming pumps, ensure he goes in balls deep already into her snatch to fill her up and make them both groan out in shameless pleasure.

"Ahhhhh! Mmmmm... Mmmmph!!" Meanwhile, Robbie E has moved around to go in front of the busty beauty, pushing his dick into her open, moaning mouth but before he can start to fuck that gorgeous face she already starts to bob her head along his meat, making her long hair sway as she energetically sucks him off and wraps her lips around his tool. 

"Mmmmph!! Mmmm... Mmmmph!!" She groans out, closing her eyes as she tastes her own snatch from off of his dick, but that just seems to be encouraging her as she moves her body between the two former X Division Champions, getting filled up at both ends as she takes one fat piece of man meat into her snug and damp snatch, while deeply blowing another that's right in front of her.

"Mmmmm!! So sick Bro! Ahhhhhh... This is what I call... Mmmmm! Bringing the Boom!" The Jersey Shore hunk moans out, watching as she smoothly and swiftly sucks his cock, leaving a layer of saliva all over his thickness, her lips still tightly pressing around his tool but the repeated blowing motion has left some spit seeping out to trickle down her chin as the Owasso, Oklahoma born beauty continues to push herself back and forth between him and the stud behind her who's banging her snatch. 

"Ahhhhh! And she isn't whining about gagging... Mmmmm!! Like that loudmouth bimbo I used to let tag along with me years back..." He adds with a groan, loving the feeling of being taken so deep into her warm, damp, and soothing oral hole as she runs her full lips over his inches at a perfect, savouring pace while at the same time still working herself sharply backwards against those deep and firm pumps she's taking into her snatch as her thick ass slaps back into the stud nailing her doggy style.

Approaching the group now, Jessie has the bottle of lube that Rebel herself introduces into this, giving his cock a couple more pumps to rub the fluid all over his dick in preparation, smirking cockily as he watches the other 

two BroMans fill her up at both ends as she takes a dick deep into her snatch while blowing another at the same time. 

"Yo DJ, time to switch out for a different set, if you catch my drift..." He says as Zima smirks, giving him a fist-bump with a yell of "Boom!" to 

"tag out", but not before delivering another could of pumps into that tight snatch before pulling out, moving back so Jessie can take his spot as he uses a hand to spread those full and thick ass cheeks, allowing him to pour some lube down onto her asshole to make her groan as she glances back. 




Rebellious Boom



"No way we can't tap a fine ass like this..." He states, letting some lube travel down her ass crack as he uses a finger to push into her asshole, using some quick pumps to work the lubricant deep into her and making her groan again as she rocks backward against the finger banging, not letting up on sucking off Robbie in front of her either as her ass gets readied with several firm plunges of that lube-covered digit.

"Mmmmm... That's rebellious... I like it!" Rebel groans out seductively, lifting her head away from the dick she'd been sucking for a moment to smirk back at the stud behind her before she goes straight back to deeply blowing him, feeling the finger being pulled out of her ass and tensing for a moment when she feels the head of his tool pressing into her asshole. 

"MMMM!! Mmmmph!! Mmmmmph..." A loud, muffled groan escapes her as Jessie's cock slides into her stunning ass, even with all the prior lubing up making for a tight fit but already she's pushing that thick rump back against his steady but firm thrusts as he looks to work his length in and out of her booty. With her large tits swaying underneath her from the motion she's making her tanned body do, she groans out again as she takes this spit roasting with now her ass getting fucked from behind while she almost deepthroats the shaft in front of her, leaving it coated in her saliva from her repeated bobbing motion.

"Mmmmm!! Ahhhhh... Dat ass thou'... Mmmmm..." The man nicknamed Mr. Pec-Tacular groans in delight at the vice-like feeling around his cock as he steadily pumps his shaft in and out of that super snug asshole of the gorgeous stunner on her hands and knees in front of him, knowing just how to give a fine, thick ass like hers the treatment it deserves as he works his member gradually deeper into her. 

"Ahhhh!! Mmmmm... Gotta love a babe who can work it... Mmmm!! And not just show it off..." He adds between groans, his hands keeping her thick butt cheeks spread apart so he can pump himself in and out of the backside of the former Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, watching her perfectly rounded ass shake as she pushes herself back to meet this thrusts, all the while still bobbing her head along the cock of the other moaning, muscular stud that's in front of her.

"Bros, Bros! What's the deal! Don't leave your number one DJ hanging like this!" DJ Z slightly whines, watching on as she takes this spit roasting for a couple more steamy moments.

"Ahhhh... Relax Bro! There's plenty of this babe... Ahhhh!! To go around!" Robbie moans as she lifts her head up and off from his dick.

"Mmmmm!! Hanging huh? That gives me... Ahhhhh!! An idea..." Rebel says, biting on her bottom lip as she takes another few pumps into her ass before Jessie pulls out with a groan of his own. Impressively getting up to her feet quickly, she smirks as she approaches Zima before lifting her leg high up in a standing splits position, making him catch the raised limb as she leans forward into him. "Let's see if you can back up that running mouth of yours..." She challenges, reaching down to guide his cock into her pussy before wrapping her arms around his neck for further support.

"I'm not finished with bringing the Boom to that ass either..." Jessie states as he approaches the two from behind, gripping those full ass cheeks to spread them before he pushes his length back up into her with a low groan.

"Ooooooh FUCK!! Mmmmm!! Oh yeah!!" The stunner formerly known as Tanea Brooks moans out, glancing over her shoulder and licking her lips as she feels the fat cock being pumped up into her thick, sexy ass from behind while she also takes already deep thrusts up into her snatch at the same time, all the while staying up on one leg to do almost vertical splits. 

"Ahhhhh! MMMM... Fuck!! Mmmmm... Give it to me!! Like that!!" She encourages shamelessly, loving having both of her lower holes filled up with fat dick like this as she gets her damp snatch filled up with Filipino American dick and takes a pumping from behind into her thick ass courtesy of the multi-time U.S. Big Brother reality show star, her curvaceous frame made to rock between the two wrestlers as she focuses on staying up in this position, more than happy to let them both do all the work and stuff her ass and pussy full with their cocks.

"Mmmmm!! Shit... AHHHHH... Now this is what... Mmmm!! I'm talking about!" Zima states with a moan, keeping one hand on her leg that's held up on him while the other hand grips her toned waist, allowing him to drive his shaft right up into her snatch that's still nicely tight but now very wet as she groans from the pumps she's taking both from him and the other BroMan behind her currently banging her booty. 

"MMMM!! I always have... AHHHH... The babes all over me..." He claims, groaning as he drives every inch of his fat rod up into her that he can fit, smirking as he can gaze down and have a good look at her large, bouncing tits as she's made to rock forward again and again from the pumps both hunks are delivering straight into her to make them all moan out.

"Damn straight... Ahhhhh!! It's always time... MMMM... For hashtag-booty tapping when... AHHHH FUCK!! The BroMans hit the scene..." Jessie groans out as he continues to thrust his dick up into that fantastically rounded rump of the valet of The Menagerie, making those thick cheeks jiggle from the impact of his muscular body colliding sharply with her as he drives his shaft right up into her asshole before smoothly pulling out a few inches in order to quickly repeat the motion. 

"MMMMM... Shit... Robbie my man, you've got to... MMMMM!! Tap this fucking ass right here..." He invites, but before pulling out he makes sure to give her a couple more deep thrusts to stuff her back passage full with his rod, even giving her rump a firm spank for good measure that just makes her groan before the now sweating stud pulls out of her still very tight ass to allow the other former TNA World Tag Team Champion to move up behind her.

"This is gonna be so sick Bro!" Robbie states, tossing the bottle aside as he pushes his lube covered cock forward in past her asshole, and soon he's groaning as he starts to slide his dick in and out of her tightest of holes, and much like his team mate was moments before he can't help but stare down and watch that thick butt shake from the impact of his pumps going in between her cheeks. 

"MMMM!! Awwwwww fuck!! AHHHHH... Hashtag... Tight as fuck, Bro!" He groans out, able to thrust his member in deeply and with force thanks to the prior anal pumping she's been taking, but the tight feeling is making him moan away as he also is sweating now, unsurprising as he looks to get as much pleasure as he can out of the stunning Knockout as he possibly can.

"MMMM!! Ahhhhh!! Oooooooh FUCK!! MMMMM..." Beads of sweat are starting to trickle down the pretty facial features of the model and dancer-turned-sports entertainer as she feels the effects of both staying up in this flexible to say the least standing splits position and from having both of her lower holes getting fucked swiftly and stiffly over and over again by the groaning hunks sandwiching her. 

"MMMM... Oh fuck!! AHHHHH!! Don't stop!! MMMMM..." She encourages with another gorgeous smile, unable to the deny the pleasure she's getting from having such fat dicks stuffing her tight ass and soaking wet pussy full like this as he body sharply rocks back and forth between the two as her ass cheeks shake when the stud behind her drives forward into her booty and her big breasts continue to bounce away.

"Awwwwwww SHIT!! Mmmm!! This babe loves getting the Boom..." DJ groans as he continues to thrust his nicely long and thick to match rod up into the dripping wet but still nicely snug hole of the moaning stunner as she's held up on one foot, the other leg still stretched impressively up in a splits as she's made to rock between his deep pumps and the ones going into her thick ass from behind. 

"I bet she's... MMMM... The kind who wants the full... Ahhhhh!! Triple Boom Bromans special as well..." He adds with a groan and a smirk, able to use his hands to grope and squeeze her plentiful boobs as he moves his length into her with long but quick strokes to keep her moaning rather shamelessly out as both her lower holes continue to be stuffed full with big, fat cock.

"AHHHH... Mmmmm!! Oh yeah!! You fucking bet I... MMMMM FUCK!! I want all three of you... UHHH!! At the same time..." Rebel hisses out, casting a lustful glance at all three men but licking her lips with hunger as she sees Jessie laying down on the floor.

"Bro... I always knew you were BroMans material!" Robbie claims with a grin, stepping back to pull out of her ass with a groan, allowing DJ Z to also move so she can bring her leg back down.

"Oh no, it's you boys who are almost perfect for me..." Rebel teases as she moves over and down to straddle Jessie, slipping his dick back into her snatch with a moan before she leans forward, placing her hands on his muscular chest and sticking her ass out as DJ moves around behind her.

"Almost? Babe, nobody else can bring the B-b-b-b-b-Booooom! Like we can!" Zima states as he pours and rubs some lube over his dick, dropping the bottle to the floor as he kneels down to push his equally lengthy tool into her asshole.

"MMMM FUCK!! Ahhhhh!! Oooooooh yeah, like that..." The gorgeous former model turned wrestle moans out, feeling her ass getting invaded with a meaty fuck-stick once again as she starts to rock her hips back and forth, grinding down on the cock in her snatch as it pumps up into her while pushing her thick and sexy ass back against the thrusts now entering her from behind. 

"MMMMph!! You're almost perfect... You boys just talk too much... MMMMPH!!" Her own words get muffled now as the third BroMan stuffs his dick into her open mouth, and showing how horny she is she gets right to work sucking him off with eager up and down motions on his pole, not put off in the slightest by the taste of her own anal passage off of these inches as she slurps away and groans around his rod.

"Ahhhhhh!! MMMMM... Whatever chick, we talk the talk... AHHHHH... And we Boom the Boom!!" The former member of The Shore duo moans as he grips a handful of the long, brunette hair of the valet of The Menagerie stable, already feeling his dick throbbing as she skilfully works her pouty lips back and forth over his length, her saliva dripping off his cock and trickling both down her own chin and over his balls as well. 

"MMMM... Awwwwww fuck!! You know... MMMM... You're loving every bit of this..." He adds, his gaze glued onto the pretty, sweat coated facial features of the beauty bobbing her head up and down on his member as she works her tanned, curvaceous body between the three hung studs known as The BroMans as she takes their dicks into every one of her fantastic feeling holes.

"MMMM... Awwwww man, this fucking rocks..." Jessie says, his hands gripping her waist as he watches her slightly bounce on his pistoning tool, his short and sharp series of strokes slamming his cock up into her snatch to keep them both moaning out as his manhood is nicely slick with her pussy juices as he fucks the stunning Knockout's soaking wet cunt with every inch of his fat cock. 

"AHHHHH... SHIT!! Mmmm... What a hot fucking piece of tail..." He gasps out, feeling his dick pulsating within her still tight pussy that seems built to pounded over and over again, and certainly he's not planning on easing up now as he drives his length right up into that wet snatch, sweat coating his own desirable frame as she continues to rock back and forth on top of him and against the pumps coming into her other lower hole.

"Ahhhhh!! MMMMM... Never met a real babe yet... Ahhhhh... Who didn't love being in the mix..." DJ Z is able to arrogantly claim even as he sweats hard and groans with each in and out movement he makes with his dick into her luscious, thick backside as her back passage remains tight as ever, still making him work hard to force his inches deep into her even with all the prior ass fucking she's taken so far. 

"MMMM... AHHHH!! I could bring the Boom to this booty... MMMMM... All damn night..." He adds even if how his dick is throbbing as he thrusts away into her ass tells another story, but he carries on giving it to her with perfect timing so he's able to pump forward into her rump when she pushes it back out towards him, sending those thick inches in as far as he can get, much to both of their sinfully moaning delight.

"MMMMMPH!! MMMMM!! Mmmmmph!! MMMMM!!" The beautiful TNA manager and rookie in-ring Knockout moans deeply around the cock she's taking deep between her full lips, strands of hair sticking to her face as she rocks her head back and forth on the dick she's blowing, and at the same time moves herself between the cocks of the two TNA wrestlers that are ramming into her ass and snatch. 

"MMMMM!! Mmmmph... MMMM... MMMM!!" Her eyes start to roll slightly back into the back of her head, the building pleasure from getting filled up in all of her holes with massive, meaty members becoming too much to handle but still she grinds her pussy down on the cock slamming up into her, pushes her juicy butt back against the pumps firing deep into her ass, and carries on slobbering away on the thick pole she's taking in and out of her oral hole.

"MMMMM!! Boom Boom Boom!! AHHHHH... We've got a babe blasting off here..." Jessie moans out with a grin, feeling Rebel starting to cum hard all over his already soaked with her juices cock, and the new sensations of her orgasm flowing over him only makes him groan out as well as she continues to take his deep thrusts up into her snatch. Similarly, the other two members of the BroMans don't let her get a break just yet as DJ continues to drive into her stunning arse while Robbie still has a grip of her hair so she can suck him off a few more times, feeling her groans vibrate off his rod as she's feels every moment of her sexual peak as the hunks pump away into her holes. 

"MMMM... Awwwww FUCK!! About time... UHHHHH!! For me to give her a Boom blast... MMMM!! Of my own..." He says with a deep groan, having to shift his grip in order to lift her up and off from his now throbbing wildly cock and it appears his buddies are feeling the same way as both step back to pull out of their respective holes, allowing her a moment to groan and catch her breath as she's moved down to her knees on the floor.

"Mmmmm... Don't disappoint me now boys..." She says with a lusty grin as she grips her big tits, squeezing them and pushing them together as she 

tosses her long hair back, offering up a couple of clear targets to the trio of studs now surrounding her as they grip their pulsating lengths and furiously stroke, a sight that she can't help but lick her lips at before she opens her mouth. 

"Mmmmm... Ahhhhh!! Mmmmm..." She groans with delight as DJ Z in front of her starts to shoot his load first, a thick shot of spunk splattering 

across her nose and forehead, forcing her to close her eyes as the next blast lands onto her cheek and over her left eye before the next few shots land over her lips, into her mouth, and land on her chin to drip down onto her pushed up titties.

"MMMM!! This is... AHHHHH... How we fucking Boom!!" Jessie grunts as he now starts to bust a nut, his left position to her allowing him to blast his initial load of spunk all over her cheek and up into her hair, coating that side of her pretty face while Zima finishes off stroking out the last of his load down onto her boobs. 

"Mmmm!! AHHHHH... Ahhhhh shit..." He groans, his mighty dick still throbbing as he continues to jerk himself dry, sending more jizz landing onto her gorgeous facial features before he steps in closer once DJ has moved back, allowing him to push the head of his cock into her mouth and 

all too eagerly she wraps her thick lips around him to suck on the crown, earning another blast of spunk to make her moan.

"MMMMM FUCK!! Boom boom boom baby!! MMMM..." Robbie grins and moans as he finally reaches his limit, showing the right side of her face with a couple thick shots of cum just as she finishes blowing the now limp tool of Jessie, and her reward for turning to now face the final hunk remaining is getting her face further plastered with spunk as he milks himself dry of his similarly massive load. 

"AHHHH... MMMM... Fuck it take it!! AHHHHH..." He groans, switching his aim to down at her tits as she keeps them pressed together and upwards, allowing him to pump out the final shots and then the last drops of his jizz onto those ripe, tanned and perfectly rounded breasts so by the time he finally lets go of his spent dick Rebel has been left a sweaty, completely fucked, and now cum covered mess down on her knees on the floor. 

The three hunks of The BroMans can't help but grin at the sight of her face being practically given the bukkake treatment with how much semen is now dripping off her and down onto her neck and tits, not forgetting the cum also staining her hair now as well as over her big titties as she rubs the jizz over and onto her boobs with her hands.

Closing her lips together, she tilts her head back a little and with a dirty gulp swallows up the spunk she's managed to catch in her mouth with a satisfied gulp. "Mmmmm... Hope you boys can see now... That this Rebel can handle any kind of Boom you can bring..." Rebel states with a smirk, using a finger to scoop away spunk from her eyes so she can open them and look up at the grinning studs who'd fucked all of her holes.

"Bro... We know exactly what kind of chick you are now..." Robbie starts to say with a cocky smirk.

"The kind that knows all about the Boom!" Jessie quickly interjects. "And that makes you all good in our book, even if we've got beef with your guys."

"Sure babe... And any time you want to get back in the mix?? That Young Go-Hard is your hook-up..." Zima states as he wipes sweat off from his forehead.

"Hmmmm... I'll think about it..." She teases, licking her lips and collecting a little cum in the process. "I'm all about getting Rebellious... But if you promise to bring the "Boom" like that again? I might just get down with the Boom one more time..."

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