Claiming His Virgin In the Ring: The Filthy Wrestling Club

by Cassandra Dee

  “Oh fuck baby,” I gasped. “You’re so fucking tight,” I ground out, holding her still by the hips. Fuck, if I wasn’t careful, the little girl was going to suck me in all the way, impaling herself on my dick fully if she wasn’t careful.

  But I wanted this to be special for her, for that little virgin cherry to be popped with tenderness and caring.

  “Baby,” I groaned into the back of her neck, letting my deep voice rumble into her ear. “Daddy’s going to push it in all the way. It’s going to sting for just a sec but I promise you’ll like it okay? Just hold tight to me and I promise, it’ll feel better.”

  And the girl’s answering mewl was all I needed. Holding her little body beneath me, pinning her down slightly with my superior weight, I increased the pressure on my hips until I felt that elastic barrier. And then with one forceful thrust, I was through, my dick sliding deep into her depths, making that beautiful cunt virgin no more.

  “Ohhh!” she squealed, squirming beneath me, face twisted in discomfort as her hands opened and closed on the sheets, panting, caught in the throes of her first dick. “Unnnh!”

  And I shushed her, whispering into her ear, caressing those curves as I held perfectly still, letting the little body adjust to my rod, letting her feel the stretching, savor the fullness, accustom herself to the massive cock inside. Because this wasn’t going to be the last time … not even close.

  “Feel, baby, feel,” I whispered as my hips began to move, slowly pulling back and pushing forward again, fucking her just a little at first, rocking, moving an inch forwards, then an inch back, slowly accustoming her to the slide, the incredible sensation of getting dicked for the first time. “Feel,” I moaned against her skin, a slight sheen of sweat covering her ivory skin, my tongue reaching out to taste a strip of shoulder, trace the contours of that sensuous back.

  And the brunette just mewled again, taking a deep breath before spreading her knees wider on the bed, unconsciously opening herself further, letting my dick slide fully inside until my balls pressed up against her clit, those smooth sacks bumping gently against the nub as we rocked.

  “Mr. Marks, I can take it,” she breathed. “I can do it.”

  And I didn’t hold back then. I pulled out all the way, still crouched over her sweet form until my entire dick length was visible, only my glans still buried in her cunt before sliding in again, the friction so amazing, so tight, so hot, so wet that my rod pulsed and jerked, ready to fucking burst. And the girl sighed beneath me, her hips worming back, humping herself backwards trying to catch my dick in her again, feel that hot rod pushed into her depths.

  And it was on after that. I fucked into her fast then, balls deep, aroused flesh smacking loudly despite the fact she’d been a virgin not two seconds before.

  “Feel, baby, feel,” I rasped into her ear as my body took itself out on her, reaming that delicious hole, fucking into her deep, deeper still with each stroke. “Do you like getting fucked?” I ground out against her neck even as her moans rose in pitch, becoming squeals as I drilled that pussy good. And the feel of a hot rod in those virgin depths, getting fucked for the first time so good, so hard, drove the brunette over the cliff and after a few good pummels, the little girl began shaking, her flesh quaking around mine, the little snatch clenching, clamping and twitching, cracking down so hard on my dick that I thought it might break off.

  “Oh!” she screamed, not holding back, lifting her head clear off the mattress to shriek her delight. “Fuck me, Mr. Marks!” And hearing my name on her lips caused my body to go into overdrive as well. Usually I’m able to go at it for hours, keep it in until I’m ready to blow, until I decide I’m ready. But somehow this little brunette had gotten under my skin, the feel of that young, fresh pussy around my dick too much. My sperm came boiling out, pulsing into her hot depths, spilling seed up into her channel, coating the pulsing pink with reams of jism, sperm sizzling as it sprayed her fertile fields. And she just moaned harder feeling the hot juices inside, her pussy twitching and clamping around me more, harder, faster, milking me of everything I had to give, draining me dry, my orgasm going on and on, coursing through my bod as I roared with pleasure, our fucking nasty and deep and unbelievably satisfying.

  It was unbelievable how much sperm there was, how the hot fuck came boiling out of my body, overflowing that beautiful snatch until white trailed from her hole, sealing us together. Hot flecks of juice soared into her body, coating the brunette, making her shriek and squeal until her voice was hoarse. But heaven can’t go on forever, and finally, we both calmed somewhat, me still buried to the hilt in that beautiful snatch. I rolled us over to our sides, caressing the soft folds, playing with those huge jugs with my dick embedded in her still.

  “Baby, was that good for you?” I nuzzled her neck. “Did you like feeling my dick in you?”

  And Daisy’s answer was more than I could have hoped for. Because she squirmed a little, wiggling her hips, pushing me deeper and turned her chin to catch my mouth in a deep kiss before shooting me with a saucy smile.

  “Mr. Marks, now that you’ve taken my pussy cherry, are you going to take my ass cherry too?” she giggled.

  And what the fuck. What the fucking fuck. I had a full on slut on my hands, and it was time to move to Lesson Two.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Daisy

  I never knew that I could be such a whore. All I know is that once I felt Tristan’s dick in my pussy, I knew where I wanted it next … in my ass.

  It’s not that I’m so into anal or anything like that, I’ve obviously never had someone touch me back there before. But something about Mr. Marks has released all my inhibitions and I want him everywhere. Everywhere, every inch of my body is his touch, to take, to make his, anywhere he wants.

  And my guardian is into it. The minute he heard “anal,” his dick twitched in me as if jumping to life again.

  “I never knew you were such a bad girl,” he rasped into my ear, hands all over my body, stroking my breasts, my tummy, reaching down to caress my slick folds. I sighed and stretched backwards, twisting my chin to catch his mouth in a kiss even as his fingers fluttered against my labia again, pulled so tight around his big dick.

  “I’m not bad,” I breathed into his mouth, his digit doing marvelous things on my cunt, playing with my clit with his dick embedded deep inside. “I just want you.”

  And with that, the big man growled, eyes flashing, devouring me. Slowly, he shifted backwards so that his pole slid out of me with a long, smooth stroke. The sight was incredible. He was still hard and the pulling out felt so fucking amazing, my walls caressing the shiny, hard length as it exited my pussy.

  “Oh my god,” I breathed, panting the whole way. Because I saw what lay below me, the whitish-yellow cream everywhere, tinged with a little red. And there was a slight trace of blood smeared on his dick too, proof of my cherry, my nubile body giving it all up.

  “Oh yeah,” he rasped into my ear again before picking me up. “You were the real thing, baby, the real thing. Let’s get you clean before I take that ass cherry.”

  And my heart beat faster. Was he going to? Really? Oh god, this was going to be the best night of my life. Without putting me down, Tristan strode into the en suite and yanked the shower door open, blasting the hot water before stepping into the spray with me, my body wrapped around his, hot curves pressed to that masculine flesh. He was utterly gorgeous, massive, thick muscles, that black hair laying flat against his skull as the water pounded on us, tattoos crawling up his arms and circling around to his back. The ink swirled up his muscles, emphasizing the hard ridges of his arms, his abs and back. He was so gorgeous, those muscled thighs, the blue eyes swallowing me, still hungry, all man. But the alpha got himself under control enough to steady me, making sure I could stand on my own before reaching for a tiny bottle on the ledge.

  “What the fuck is this stuff?” he said, eyeing the little travel-sized container suspiciously.

  And I had to laugh then. Becau
se the complimentary shower gel was pale pink, the bottle in the shape of a flower with a petal as the stopper.

  “Oh give me that,” I teased, grabbing the bottle while shooting him a sassy smile. “It’s obviously for female guests, they never thought a guy like you would be using it.”

  But Tristan just growled refusing to let go, his big fist tight around the little vessel.

  “No baby,” he said smoothly. “Turn around because I’m going to soap you up with this, you’re going to feel my fingers all over.”

  Just the thought of his hands trailing all over my body made me shiver, a thrill running through my curves before settling in my cunt, low in my stomach. All over? Hoo boy. It occurred to me that we were both stark naked, water dripping over bodies and yet completely comfortable, acting like it was normal to be in the shower with your guardian, a six-three hunk of muscle whose dick made my mouth water. But you know what? It felt good and I went with it, turning around and shaking my ass at him sassily.

  “See something you like?” I winked flirtatiously, wiggling my booty up and down.

  And the big man just growled, squeezing gel into the palm of his hand. Without any hesitation, he positioned me so that I faced away from him, helping me lift one knee so that my foot was braced on the seat, pussy open, ass pressed against his front.

  And his finger probed me then, pushing inside just a little.

  “Little girl,” he whispered in my ear even as the water pounded, hot liquid dripping on my most sensitive spot. “You’re going to feel me everywhere. And everywhere I touch, you’re going to love.”

  I sighed, shivering, bending over further. Unconsciously my hands crept backwards until I was pulling my cheeks apart, exposing everything for him as his finger wandered, tracing my curves, dragging over my clit, feeling up my hole.

  “Tristan, now,” I whispered. “Do me now.”

  And the big man didn’t hesitate. Licking his palm, he took his dick in his hand and ran it slowly into my vag, burying the hot rod in my depths.

  “It’s just to get my dick wet,” he explained, eyes alive as he fucked into my pussy, stroking in and out smoothly. “Getting Daddy’s dick wet is important before I take your back end.” And sure enough, in the next instant he’d pulled out and was probing at my anus, exploring the pucker.

  “Oh!” I squealed, my body shivering uncontrollably. “Oh oh!” I gasped again as he pressed his hips forward. My anus was unbearably tight, I’d never even played with toys back there before so it was going to be a snug fit for sure. But Mr. Marks was merciless. He kept up the pressure, pressing insistently against my rump until with a pop, my sphincter gave it up and he was in a few inches. I moaned, head dropping as I felt that fuckpole inch its way up my behind, hard, stiff, relentless

  “Oh god, oh god,” I moaned, holding perfectly still as his dick probed upwards. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, fuck me good.”

  And the big man just grunted, grabbing my hips firmly, filling his hands with luscious flesh, soft, squeezy and thick.

  “Daddy’s taken your pussy cherry and now he’s taking your ass,” he ground out. “Get ready baby girl, get ready.” And he began swinging his hips forward and back, running that huge rod into me until he bottomed out, balls pressing against my cunt, sacs banging against my clit again and again with each thrust.

  “Oh oh oh!” I screamed, bent over as the pole of fire reamed into my GI tract. “Oh oh oh!”

  But Tristan was only getting started.

  “Baby,” he said breathlessly. “I’m gonna put it in your cunt again.” And without missing a beat, he pulled out and slid that big dick into my pussy, the walls clamping around him, squeezing him, holding him tight. And Tristan continued the pattern, doing a few strokes in my cunt before moving up a couple inches and swinging once more into my ass. He alternated between the two holes, using my body, caressing me with his fuckpole, forcing me to take it until I was begging him, screaming with desire.

  “Mr. Marks!” I shrieked. “I’m going to cuuumm!” And the wail echoed off the walls of the en suite, loud enough to wake everyone in the hotel but did I give a fuck? Fuck no, because it was drowned out by Tristan’s roar, his low, guttural “SHIIIT!” as he spurted deep into my ass, the jism so hot, so copious that it ran out between us, trailing down my thigh, smearing against his pelvis.

  And after it was over, after our breathing calmed, the water still pounding hot on our bodies, I sighed languorously. It felt so good, both my holes filled by this man, violated so deliciously, so unbelievably overstuffed. I gasped limply, trying to catch my breath. I could hardly believe what had happened, my ass and pussy cherries taken in one go.

  But it was totally real as his big hand stroked over my back, smoothing those ivory curves, soothing me before swatting my rump playfully, the smack loud in the bathroom.

  And with a sweet smile, I turned to look at him over my shoulder, wet hair plastered to my back.

  “That was amazing,” I murmured coyly, reaching behind to pull my ass cheek up. Tristan moaned as he watched, eyes glued to my behind as bubbly semen trickled out my anus, pooling around his dick, mixing with the mess smeared on my vagina. I swiped my finger through the jizz and brought it up to my mouth, tasting the mixture before licking at it lasciviously.

  “Mmm,” I moaned with a sweet smile. “You’ve been eating right Tristan. Must have been the McDonald’s.”

  And the big man’s eyes gleamed wickedly, the blue going to a shade of black. Oh yeah. I was going to get it hard, fast, and rough, loving every damn second of this man’s touch.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Tristan

  When I told her that she was going to feel me everywhere, it was no understatement. Daisy literally felt my touch on her breasts, her nipples, in her mouth, trailing down her back, down her hips, up into her pussy and finally, into that little back hole. It’s not that I meant to de-virginize her both ways, things just got out of hand. The brunette was so good, so tight and so willing that when she offered her ass, who was I to say no? I took it like a hungry man at his last meal.

  And as the grey light of morning drifted through the curtains of the hotel room, I cuddled the little girl closer to my chest. After the shower sex, I’d felt curiously compelled to stay, drying that beautiful body, patting those curves with a bath towel, getting Daisy wet and wanting again.

  “Please,” she begged, boobies jouncing, hips wiggling, and before I knew it, we were on her bed again, kissing ravenously, that curvy form warm and soft to my touch.

  And Daisy was gorgeous now in the first light of dawn. The brunette had swung her leg over mine proprietarily, like I belonged to her, and her ankle was hooked around mine, breasts flush up against my chest. Oh god, her breasts. I had a momentary flashback to last night, the woman riding me on top, bending over to kiss me as my dick went deep, those boobs smashed against my chest as I fucked my hips up, spurting my jism into that tiny body, hot and virile.

  Because the memory made me jerk because that was the other thing. We hadn’t used protection. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, it’s not like I’m a saint, I fuck women when the need arises. But I always, and I mean always, use protection. Fuck no, I don’t believe females when they say they’re on the pill, IUD or whatever, the rubber’s coming on, sometimes double for extra safety. But last night? I didn’t use a condom when I shot into her pussy much less when I came in her ass, and fuck, that white was all over.

  Shit, shit, what the fuck was I thinking? The woman was eighteen, fertile and ripe, her ovaries could probably sense sperm from miles away. But I consoled myself as the brunette continued to sleep peacefully against my chest. There was always the morning after pill, you could get that shit over the counter and all we had to do was drop by the local pharmacy before heading to campus. Oh yeah, I’d made more than one trip to the pharmacy during my student days, and it was probably the same cranky, bitchy old lady behind the counter, saying nothing, her eyes speaking volumes as I ordered up Plan
B again.

  So I was no stranger to this shitshow and it’d be no big deal to pick something up on our way to campus. Slowly, I trailed a finger down Daisy’s tummy. It was soft, fleshy, with a tiny bulge to grab, real mass to hold onto during sex and I loved it. What would it be like to see her grow large with a baby, ripen with my child? But I slapped down the thought immediately. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d just fucked my ward, taken her vaginal and anal cherries, and here I was dreaming about a baby? There was something seriously, seriously wrong with me. I was a messed-up motherfucker, no doubt about it.

  So I hoisted my legs over the side of the bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping girl. The brunette looked so peaceful, a small smile on her lips, her hair spread across the pillow in a chestnut mass. She was so … precious. So innocent still, even after everything I’d done to her last night, everything that I’d done with her, sailing the seas together, exploring the edges of desire, making her mine. And there was no turning back, I could feel it in my bones, something would be forever different between Daisy and I, our liaison changed, with more depth, more feeling, more fervor.

  But now, a shower. I snuck back into my room and blasted the spray, letting the hot water pound onto my back. Get with it, I growled to myself. You’re showing Daisy around your alma mater today, keep it real.

  But the thing is I didn’t want to keep it real. I was already falling for the girl and deep down in my heart … it felt right.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Daisy

  I’d woken up to any empty bed, no sign of Tristan except for a dent in the pillow next to me. I let out a breath, disappointed. Had he regretted what we’d done? Was it over already? After all, he’d gotten the milk without buying the cow. My head spun, the air suddenly thin. I wanted to believe that it was real, that everything between my guardian and I was true, but words rang in my head, beating down my self-esteem.