Claiming His Virgin In the Ring: The Filthy Wrestling Club

by Cassandra Dee

To be honest, it wasn’t hard to identify her locker because it was the only one with a lock on it in the entire room. Petey’s doesn’t have many female members and I wasn’t surprised that the women’s locker room was deserted. Hell, females don’t come to Petey’s to work out. They come for Battle Bang, and those are invite-only events held late at night.

  So right now during my mid-morning work-out, there were no other women in sight. Perfect. I ambled over to Lily’s locker without a care in the world.

  “Combo?” I asked, voice relaxed.

  By contrast, Lily was beet red, practically jumping from foot to foot while covering her curves, she was so embarrassed.

  “14-32-17,” she said hastily. “You know how these things work, right? You turn to the left once, then right twice, and then back to the left once.”

  “Sure,” I said noncommittally, my big fingers slowly spinning the dial. “No problem, I had one of these when I was in junior high.”

  But lo and behold, the lock wouldn’t open. I tugged on it experimentally.

  “Try again,” she begged with a gasp, eyes wide. “My spare sports bra is in there, plus my t-shirt.”

  But that’s the thing. I didn’t want Lily to get a hold of her sports bra, much less some t-shirt. I wanted those curves open and creamy for me to touch, lick and kiss.

  So I tried again, pretending to concentrate. My brows lowered as I stared at the lock while slowly turning the dial.

  “Fourteen,” I muttered. “Then thirty-two …”

  “No it’s thirty-three!” Lily gasped, futilely trying to catch her curves in her hands. “Sorry, I told you the wrong thing.”

  I shot a lazy grin her way.

  “No worries sweetheart. We’re alone in here. There’s no one in the shower, it’s just us. We’ll get you out of this jam in no time.”

  She nodded, blushing again.

  “I guess I’m just so nervous that I told you the wrong number,” she rushed, biting her lip. “Sorry.”

  “Not a problem, honey. Let me try this again.”

  I spun the dial once more, eyes fixed on the lock. But actually, I was watching the beautiful brunette from the corner of my eye and appreciating everything she had to offer. Because Lily was absolutely mouthwatering, standing there in nothing but a pair of tiny gym shorts, the outer curves of her breasts visible beneath tiny hands cupped over her nipples.

  Shit, I was such a dog. But the best thing is to go with it, so I pretended to try the lock again. My hand tugged down on the metal, but nothing happened. The locker rattled with the force but the lock stayed firmly closed.

  “Sorry,” I said casually, turning back to face Lily. “This thing has to be broken. Should I ask the janitor for a lock cutter? Or maybe you have a hairpin and I could try and jimmy this thing?”

  Lily was dumbfounded.

  “Maybe you could turn your back and I could try the lock?” she said hesitantly. “Just look the other way, and I’ll open it.”

  “Good idea,” was my smooth reply. “But I have an even better one. Here sweetheart,” I said, whipping my t-shirt off and handing it to her. “Since you’re obviously a little shy, why don’t you put this on in the meantime? I’m a guy, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t have a shirt on.”

  She looked at the t-shirt with wide eyes but then took a deep breath and grabbed it, struggling to pull it over her head. It was one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. Lily was all jiggly curves and luscious flesh, and in the one second when her breasts were bare, I saw more than enough. Those pink nips were hard as fuck, like candy waiting to be tasted. The white sacks of cream were giant, hanging in huge, perfect ovoids, begging to hug my cock.

  And after Lily’s head popped out of the neckline, she pulled it down awkwardly.

  “Thank you Shaft,” she breathed. “I so appreciate it, and I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before,” she said, her voice trailing off.

  It was no problem. After all, I get it. I’m a guy who works out twice a day. I take care of myself, eating well and lifting weights on a regular basis. So even though I’m in my forties, the years have been kind. My physique is ripped and equal to that of a bodybuilder, every muscle perfect and balanced.

  “Shaft,” she stammered, eyes dropping to rove over my chest and then lower. “Shaft.”

  A chuckle escaped my lips. I get it. My torso’s a work of art, each ab delineated, my pecs heavy and powerful. All of this tapers to a narrow waist before flaring into thick, tree-trunk thighs.

  “A little too much for you, sweetheart?” I said in an amused voice. “You’ve never seen a guy built like me before?”

  She nodded, eyes still staring at my form.

  “Yes,” she stammered. “But … but it’s more than that. You’re poking out, Shaft,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “Down there.”

  Oh shit. I knew what she was talking about. Because I have a giant monster and for sure, these gym shorts are snug. Wrestlers wear tight clothes to keep things from flopping around when we grapple. The spandex is protection against injury.

  But the thing is that my shaft is fucking enormous, and there are times when the nylon gives way. The material’s just not strong enough, the same way Lily’s sports bra couldn’t hold her in.

  So I look down, expecting to see the worst. My monster breaking free of the fabric, or something else just as rancid and obscene. But thank god, it’s not that bad.

  For sure, Mr. Stiffie’s there. But he’s not jutting out at ninety degrees or anything like that. Instead, just the head is poking over my waistband, the purple helmet slightly wet.

  “Oh shit,” I drawl, making no move to stuff myself back in. “Goddamn shorts. I’ve gotta talk to Petey about getting better wrestling uniforms.”

  Lily can’t speak for a moment, eyes wide and immobile, just staring at the puffy head.

  “Shaft,” she murmurs weakly, eyes flickering up to mine before dropping down again. Her pink tongue darts out for a moment, licking her top lip. It’s enough to do me in.

  “That’s my name,” I say in a growl, fixing her with blue eyes. “Sweetheart, have you wondered why people call me Shaft and not Mike or Michael?”

  She shakes her head, barely able to compute. I can tell that Lily can hear me, but the words take a moment to sink in.

  “No?” she breathes, big boobies heaving under my t-shirt. “Why-why?” God, this is so fucking delicious. The thin cotton material is so old that it’s practically transparent and I can see the way her nips poke out, hard and begging to be sucked.

  “Because there’s more to this monster than just this,” I said, gesturing at the leaking head of my dick. “There’s so much, in fact, that it’s hard for the average female to take. That’s why they call me Shaft. Disgusting, I know, but that’s guys for you.”

  Lily can’t answer for a moment, her gasp ringing out in the locker room. Those caramel eyes are saucers now, her pupils dilating as the dirty story sinks in.

  “That’s right sweetheart,” I say silkily. “It’s just guys being guys, and you look pretty surprised. But don’t be scared. Do you want a taste? Would that make you feel better?”

  I keep my voice calm and soothing, like I’m working with a skittish mare.

  “It’s not going to bite,” I say smoothly. “In fact, if you touch it, I think you’ll really like it. Wanna try, sweet thing? Again, I think you’ll get over your fears if you give it a try.”

  By now, Lily’s trembling like a leaf. And why not? She’s locked in the women’s locker room with a giant of a man, and I obviously want her. But that’s not it. My penis is dripping hard now, the need undeniable. It’s more than just a bead of pre-cum at the top, this shit is leaking like a faucet, the tip gloriously shiny and wet.

  “Come on,” I say soothingly, coaxing her to come closer. “It doesn’t bite, I promise.”

  For a moment, I’m afraid Lily’s going to run screaming. I’m afraid the brunette’s going to take off like a rocket, shrieking some bull
shit about sexual harassment or the like. I wouldn’t blame her. The situation’s unbelievable, and shit, we just met yesterday.

  But instead, my girl’s a good one because her mouth opens and closes silently for a moment, the shock evident in her eyes. But then slowly she approaches while breathing hard, her boobies heaving up and down.

  “Shaft,” she murmurs, her voice a little dry. Lily swallows heavily, stepping even closer. “Shaft.”

  I’m rock steady, willing her to breach my personal space.

  “That’s my name, sweetheart,” come the low words. “Come on, it won’t bite.”

  And finally, Lily’s standing only about a foot away. I can feel the heat coming off her form, she’s like a furnace. Her cheeks are flushed and she swallows again heavily, that slim neck visibly moving as her eyes stay fixed to my glans.

  “Touch it,” I say in a rumble. “Come on, sweetheart.”

  Slowly, her hand extends until she has one finger pressed to the head of my dick, right on the rim of my helmet. Oh fuck, it feels good. But I need more.

  “Stroke it softly, sweetheart,” comes my low rumble, both of us staring at where her hand meets my cock. “Experiment a little.”

  She swallows again, her eyes flickering to me for a moment, and then slowly, tentatively, that forefinger makes a circle around the helmet which makes a groan escape my chest.

  She draws back immediately, eyes wide.

  “Did that hurt?” is Lily’s whisper. “I’m so sorry, Shaft.”

  The anticipation is practically killing me. But this girl is so sweet and beautiful that instinctively, I know I have to go slow.

  “No honey, that didn’t hurt,” I say reassuringly. “The opposite. I liked it. Do you think you could do that again?”

  She nods, still staring at my cock. And then slowly, her finger traces the head again, the touch so light yet so tantalizing that my cock jerks this time under her digit.

  “Oh!” she cries out. “I’m sorry, that must have hurt!”

  Shit, Lily is so naïve. So I go with it, instead of trying to play it off.

  “It didn’t hurt exactly,” is my rumble. “But you know what would make it feel even better? If you licked it a little. Would you do that for me, baby girl?”

  She gasps, eyes round. But then slowly, the brunette nods.

  “Yes, I’m sorry for hurting you,” she mewls. “Just tell me how to make it up to you.”

  She’s playing right into my hands. With a swift motion, I pull the waistband of my shorts down, letting my cock pop out to its full glory. And shit, but it’s fucking intimidating. Ten inches long, the pole’s veiny and hard, pulsing with a deep pink color.

  But Lily’s not scared. Instead she takes another deep breath before dropping to her knees in front of me. Her curves quiver as those big brown eyes look on hungrily.

  “Like this?” she says, leaning forwards, about to take the head in her mouth.

  But at the last minute, I pull away so that the glans grazes her cheek.

  “Naw sweetheart, not quite yet. I like where you’re headed but I have a rule for all girls who move down this path.”

  She rocks back on her knees, looking up at me.

  “What is it?” Lily asks, biting her lip. “What do I have to do? Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, you’re fine,” I say soothingly. Shit, the ache in my balls is so fucking painful now that it’s surprising that I’ve even lasted this long without blasting. But a lot of work goes into training a new girl, so I look her straight in the eye, imparting the seriousness of the matter.

  “Honey, all girls that taste my dick have to be nude,” I say matter-of-factly. “Or at the very most, in their panties only.”

  She gasps, cheeks flushing wildly once again.

  “I’m sorry?” is her refrain. “D-do you really mean it?”

  I nod solemnly.

  “Oh, I mean it baby girl. Believe it. So if you want some of this,” I say gesturing to my bobbing cock, “Take it off sweetheart.”

  She colors.

  “But this is wrong,” she whispers, looking at me before quickly looking at the floor again.

  “It is,” I agree amiably. “But honey, we’ve already come so far. Why don’t you take it off and let those curves get some air? The spandex is tight, gym clothes can be uncomfortable sometimes.”

  And I can tell she agrees. After all, Lily is a big girl, and this stretchy shit can be fucking annoying sometimes. So she bites her lip, just thinking for a moment. But then those small hands reach down to grab the edge of the loose t-shirt, slowly lifting it.

  “That’s it,” I say encouragingly. “Take it off, sweetheart. I’ve already seen what you’ve got there, and it’s beautiful. Take it off.”

  With slow motions, she lifts it over her head, shaking those brown curls free once it’s finally off. God, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Her boobs jiggle and bounce naturally, the bright tips a cherry red now from arousal.

  Unable to control myself, I lean forwards quickly and lick one, biting it before standing up once more.

  “Oh!” she cries out in surprise, hands flying to her cheeks. Oh god, that felt good!”

  “I know,” is my low growl. “But we’re not done yet. No gym shorts, sweetheart. Take those off too.”

  And slowly, she gets up and begins pulling the spandex material down. It’s like watching the curtains draw open over heaven. Lily wiggles and jiggles, struggling to get the fabric over her hips.

  “Sorry,” she pants, “they’re a little tight.”

  I sit back and watch, my cock appreciating the sight. Because the little filly’s literally doing a dance in front of me, her boobs flying up and down as she jumps, trying to get the tight material off.

  “No worries, sweetheart,” I manage to choke out. “Take your time.”

  And finally, it’s off. Oh shit, she’s gorgeous. Lush and big everywhere with a huge rump, the white cheeks bisected by the tiniest strip of purple silk.

  “G-string hmmm?” I say, slowly fisting my cock as I take in that beautiful body. “You like teasing guys, don’t you?”

  She flushes once more, the red running down her neck to spread beautifully over her breasts.

  “No, it’s not that,” she protests breathily. “They’re more comfortable, I swear. Especially when you have tight shorts on. I don’t want there to be a panty line.”

  Maybe that’s true, but it doesn’t matter. Because at the moment, I can’t rip my eyes away from the crotch of her panties, an obvious wet patch growing right in her sweetest spot.

  Following my eyes, Lily blushes.

  “Do you want me to take these off too?” she murmurs, running her finger along the tiny, flimsy waistband.

  I think for a moment.

  “Naw, leave them on, honey. But pull the crotch to the side for me, will you? I want to see what you have down there.”

  She gasps.

  “Wh-what?” is her stammer.

  “You heard me,” I growl, my eyes gleaming. “Pull your panties to the side sweetheart, so I can see what’s underneath. Just stretch the fabric nice and tight over one butt cheek, and show me what you’ve got.”

  The girl gasps again, about to protest. But then common sense hits her square in the head, and she nods obediently, reaching one finger down. Slowly, she pulls the pink satin aside, hooking the tiny bit of fabric over one giant buttock, stretching it so that everything’s bare.

  And to my gratification, I can see that Lily’s aroused. Not a little bit, but a lot. Her pussy lips are pink and puffy, gleaming with female nectar. Not just that, but her clit’s so stiff and big that it literally pokes out from between her labia, erect and ready to be stroked.

  I can’t resist. Leaning forwards, I reach one hand out and lightly rub a fingertip along the bottom of her clit, teasing ever so slightly.

  “Oh,” she moans, eyes falling closed as her head tilts back. “Ohhhh, yes.”

  “That’s right sweetheart,”
I rasp, pulling my finger back to take a look. Sure enough, it’s coated with tangy female juices, and I pop my finger in my mouth for a taste. Delicious. Lily’s been eating healthy, and her vaginal tang is sweet yet slightly salty, making my mouth water for more.

  But this isn’t the time. I train all my girls a certain way, and that means oral first.

  “Sweetheart,” I rasp, eyes commanding. “Get down on your knees again and taste me. Just a little lick at the top to get everything going. You ready to try?”

  And this time, the girl nods, dropping to the floor immediately. Oh yeah, this is the way I like it. I like getting sucked by nude females, their boobs out, jiggling this way and that. And Lily’s perfect. She knows exactly what to do. Her knees spread until her head’s exactly at cock level, pink pout parting with anticipation. Oh shit. This girl’s a natural.

  “Like that,” I growl encouragingly. “Take a little taste sweetheart. I think you’ll like it.”

  She nods, unable to tear her eyes from my cock before slowly leaning forwards. And then it happens. Her tiny pink tongue swipes my tip and I shudder.

  “Oh fuck baby,” I grind out. “Oh shit, just like that.”

  Hearing my praise, the sweet brunette lifts her eyes to me for a moment, mouth open and trembling.

  “Like this?” she mewls sweetly. And then it happens again, but this time, things start getting rancid because I’ve been leaking like a faucet. When her tongue swipes delicately against my head, she pulls back, and a long line of semen connects her tongue to my glans, the long, gloopy string bouncing in mid-air.

  But Lily’s not turned off at all. Instead, slowly she pulls back, stretching the strand of semen out until finally, it breaks, the wetness hitting her chin and forming a perfect pearl necklace.

  “Oh fuck baby,” I grind out, staring at the beautiful nude girl on her knees before me, licking my semen from her lips. “You’re perfect honey,” is my refrain. “Absolutely amazing.”

  She mewls softly, eyes open and a bit dazed.

  “I’m so glad you’re happy Shaft,” she whispers softly. “Can I do more?”

  More? Oh shit, yeah. I can’t wait, in fact. So I gesture to my cock, the huge pole gleaming and pulsing under the lights.