I’m not sure why I returned to the boxing club as often as I did. During my time at university and today, boxing holds no interest for me. It seems strange that two men, or these days women, would want to purposefully hit each other to knock one or other to the ground. It is a peculiar sport.
Undoubtedly, my arrival at the club caused a little commotion, especially when I was dared to spar with male members on the same grounds — topless. My nude bout with Ian was another factor that seemed to make male hearts leap and cause certain parts to stiffen appreciably. Perhaps these factors encouraged me, more than others, to attend the club whenever coursework and social activities permitted.
I was aware, too, that most of the young men under Buster’s instruction desired to get me into bed or naked on the floor to have their way with me. ‘Lads will be lads’, as the saying goes. It was only to be expected that a modestly pretty university student entering the all-conquering male domain of a boxing club would be the subject of rude, ribald, raucous comments. I received plenty.
‘When can we fuck, Rachel?’
‘You going to strip for us luv?’
‘Want to see my cock?’
‘Flash your tits for us?’
‘Get ya kit off, Rachel!’
‘Open your legs for us.’
‘Let’s see your arse.’
‘You can’t fight, but can you fuck.’
These often crude comments never bothered me then and don’t now. I immensely enjoyed this male bravado fired in my direction and often retaliated a little myself. I knew, perhaps more than the young men who frequented the club, that at some point, when I was ready, I would indeed open my legs and enjoy some good hard thrusting rather than the more common jousting.
Despite my relatively active and highly fertile sex life, I am not generally an ‘in your face’ kind of girl. As a rule, I tend to be more reserved and coy but come out as soon as my juices start to flow.
As I exercised on the various apparatus, I realised that eyes would stray in my direction as my body strained in my over tight boob tube and size six shorts. Everyone wanted a more revealing glimpse of my body than just my bare arms, long legs and exposed midriff, not that these were not worth seeing. I feel that my arms and legs are perhaps my most acceptable assets, given the small proportions of my breasts and the plainness of my face.
Knowing that straying eyes would look lustfully at me, I often tried to provide a little’ extra’ delight by ensuring my shorts were low enough to display a little of my bum crack. I was also able to lift my boob tube so that the bottom of my breast was also visible. My efforts were appreciated by all except Buster, who found my sexy antics a distraction as he sought to teach uppercuts and southpaws to distracted boxers.
The actual boxing — sparing — is apparently the correct terminology was where I had the most fun and also where I received the majority of my bruises. I could not say that the jabbing, cuts, or power punches interested me, and I’m convinced the guys who danced around the ring with me felt the same. I enjoyed being held against the ropes as gentle body punches pummeled my rib cage while muscular bodies and rigid rods kept me in position. This excited me as much as it did them, and often after sparring with different guys, I left the ring with a prominent dark, damp patch showing through my shorts between my legs.
I knew what most of the young men wanted and was willing to give it, but neither they nor I knew the right way to ask the other the question. Thankfully this nervous standoff came to a head when a lad called Harvey, seeing me walking toward him, pulled his shorts down to show his enormous erection.
‘How would you like this up your cunt, Rachel?’ he asked brusquely and unashamedly.
After a momentary pause of shocked and stunned silence from myself and others in the room, I answered by dropping to my knees, taking his rod in my hand and massaging his balls. I was using a trick that I had discovered only a few weeks prior to this incident. This action often results in the penis suddenly deflating while the recipient enjoys the ministrations around his tender ball sack. It worked as Harvey suddenly went limp, much to his embarrassment and the enjoyment of others who had heard his initial remarks.
‘Oh!’ I said in a tone of shocked horror, ‘What happened? I thought you wanted to stick it up me? I was all ready and willing too.’
Harvey immediately took his cock in his hand and began to vigorously work it in the hope of it regaining some of its vitality so he could take up my offer. When it was semi-rigid, I placed it to my lips and began to provide a little naughty oral stimulation.
As word spread through the four rooms of the small club, members left rings, punchbags, weights and equipment to view the spectacle of a loose-living female university student providing sexual services to another of the boxing club’s members.
I suddenly realised that silence had descended and stopped what I was doing to look sheepishly around as rus escort a dozen faces stared in my direction. I blushed like a naughty child caught doing something I shouldn’t.
‘Rachel, Buster sighed, ‘I know you want sex with all these guys, but there is a time and place for everything.’
I knew he was right.
‘Harvey started it,’ one of the onlookers kindly piped up.
‘I don’t care who started what. You have already had some fun here, Rachel, with my permission, but it is a boxing club after all.’
‘Oh, come on, Buster. Stop being a killjoy. She was only having fun, and you told me two weeks ago that you wanted to fuck her yourself.
‘Now, it was the club leader who was acutely embarrassed.’
‘Do you really want sex with us all?’ Another enquired, helping to relieve Buster’s acute embarrassment.
‘Umm, Well,’ I stammered as I was put on the spot.
‘Of course, she does,’ a further voice interjected, ‘Otherwise, why does she keep hanging around the club? Anyone can tell that she’s not that interested in boxing!’
‘Hey,’ yet another added, ‘If Rachel’s willing, why can’t we organise a fuck fest one evening with her Buster, and as you’re leader, you can fuck her first.’
Eyes drifted between Buster and me, with neither of us wishing to be the first to respond positively to the suggestion.
As my sexual gauge between my thighs registered positively to the idea, I was sure that Buster’s more obvious scale would be similarly optimistic.
‘It’s entirely up to you, Rachel,’ he finally conceded. ‘Your call.’
‘Can I ask who wants sex with me?’ I asked rather sheepishly.
I was amazed to see every hand shoot up into the air. I am sure, to my surprise, that not one stayed down.
‘I guess I have no option,’ I responded with a half smile.
I jumped as a huge cheer went up from the group, and I knew that I would shortly be in for the time of my life with a bunch of muscular would be Mike Tysons and Henry Coopers.
‘A week tonight, okay, Rachel?’ Buster inquired, looking at me whimsically.
‘I guess so,’ I responded with the air of a martyr about to go to their death.
‘Good. Okay, lads,’ Buster announced, ‘This, I guess, is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Most of us have seen Rachel with nothing on before a few weeks ago when she fought Ian. But next week will be your chance to lay her out, sort of speak.’
An excited murmur ran through those gathered around.
‘How do you want to play this lassie? Buster added, trying but failing to imitate a Scottish accent. ‘You lie back, and we fuck your pussy?
‘That will be a bit tame,’ I responded, standing for the first time. ‘If you are all wanting to fuck me, you may as well do it right and fuck my arse, cunt and mouth! I’ll be your fucking whore for the night. Is that alright?’
Again a moment’s stunned silence reigned before another cheer echoed around the building.
‘Sounds like it will be fun,’ Buster concluded, smiling. ‘To be quite clear, next Wednesday, I lead the pack.’ He paused before adding, ‘We all want to be sure you mean what you say and say what you mean. We will tie you to the punchbag frame and ensure we have heard you correctly.’
I was led into the main room and my hands bound in front of me. After the punchbag had been removed, they were strung up so that they were directly above my head, and my body was taught.
‘Can we examine the goods?’ Buster asked.
I was in no position to refuse, but I am sure that my decision would have been respected had I done so. I nodded my agreement, and as I did so, my boob tube was lifted to reveal my tiny tits and my shorts were pulled down in one quick movement to expose my bum and pussy to prying eyes.
‘Now tell us all in explicit language what you expect next week. Anyone who doesn’t feel he can meet your criteria can have a night off,’ Buster concluded.
I blushed as I stood bound and exposed before the lustful gaze of the thirteen guys. I swallowed hard and commenced. ‘Next Wednesday, I want you to fuck me hard and long. I want you to fuck my dirty shit hole. I need to have my filthy cunt fucked by your big cocks and my fucking mouth fucked by your hard dicks. I want to be your fucking dirty slut, whore and prostitute for the night. I’ll be ready to fuck will you?’
A quietness came across the room for the third time, and then Buster spoke seriously. ‘I think young lady that you will find all these young hunks, ready, willing and able to fuck you all night. On their behalf, I ask, are you ready?’
For the first time, I felt some of my adrenalin slip away as I pondered more deeply on what I had just announced.
‘I will next week,’ I concluded.
During the seven days preceding the event, Alistair, who had first introduced me to the boxing club, acted as a conduit between Buster and myself to ensure that everything that was going to take place would be to everyone’s satisfaction.
After I had lost in my rather one-sided nude bout to Ian, he had sıhhiye escort arranged to perform some basic bondage and discipline on me, which had been a talking point for some time afterwards. Some recognised that Wednesday evening could be more than just a time when a pretty young university student opened her legs to all cummers. They might be able to perform some other fun things with me.
I was pretty sure that Buster had much better things to do with his time than organise how the night would pan out. His job as a plumber kept him busy enough, but he seemed to take the disruption to the programme of his boxing club in his stride. In his late thirties, the thought that he would be able to start proceedings off by ravaging a woman aged twenty-two maybe helped him keep a positive attitude about things.
On the night in question, I gingerly climbed into Alistair’s car.
‘You alright? He asked.
‘Yes, thanks.’
‘Anxious?’
‘Very.’
‘Don’t be. Everything will be fine.’
‘You know Alistair, a strange thing happened after one of my lectures today. My lecturer told me to enjoy my evening. I think he knew.’
‘Gary’s dad.’
‘Gary’s dad?’ I repeated.
‘Yes, he lectures at the University.’
‘Which is Gary?’
By the time I had placed him, we were at the club and exiting the car. I took a deep breath as I pushed the door and walked in–a lamb to the slaughter.
Ass soon as Alistair entered, he closed and locked the door. All the others were there waiting for me to arrive.
The gold-coloured pair of gloves I had claimed as mine on previous visits were procured and placed on my hands. Some of the guys wanted a short sparing session with me before the actual event began. The only stipulation was that I had to be naked.
As I had previously sparred topless with some of the guys and entered a nude boxing match with a member called Ian, I was not too perturbed. I would have to be naked later to allow all the guys to do what they wanted sexually with me. I was, however, surprised when my arms were grabbed from behind, and I was held in a vice-like grip while hands roamed freely inside my top and down my shorts.
Being restrained in such a position excited the men with their wandering hands. The massaging of my breasts and poking of my pussy certainly sparked a response in my body as I delightfully accepted the men’s ministrations.
Eventually, my top was lifted off my body, and while I was still restrained, my shorts were pulled down my legs. Any of the many men who have spent time in my presence over the years will testify that the removal of my knickers is always a high point with me. I am not sure what it is about feeling the fabric leave my waist and travel down my legs that affect me so powerfully. Perhaps it is the excited reaction of those watching as the most intimate part of my body is revealed to them, but whatever it is, the feeling always makes me almost instantly wet between my thighs.
I am certain this moist area was clearly visible as I was helped into the ring for my naked joust. Once in position, someone decided it would be more fun to gang up on me two against one. Trying to protect my assets from four hands instead of just two was no easy task and with the overhead heaters purposely turned on full, I was soon wet with sweat as well as my juices leaking down my legs.
Each ’bout’ only lasted a couple of minutes and formed more fun play fighting than anyone trying to make hard physical contact with my body. However, the last two guys had slightly different plans as the boxing ring quickly turned into a wrestling ring.
I was grabbed by both men and hauled to the ropes. Others held my arms over the top one, resulting in my facing those who would shortly be using my body for their gratification. Two more jumped into the ring and, grabbing my feet pulled them wide apart. This position resulted in me leaning forward against the ropes with my bum exposed and ready to be used as their new punch bag!
The cheers and encouragement from those facing me each time a leather glove came into contact with my bum told me this was a bit of a highlight. Some even moved around behind to obtain a clear view of my punchbag bottom receiving a good pounding. Others enjoyed standing before me and watching my face grimace with each punch my backside received.
‘Look at it wobble,’ someone scoffed.
‘Just like a hard jelly,’ another commented.
‘Get her between her cheeks,’ another requested, ‘Up her shit hole.’
As I did not count, I cannot say how many punches my derriere received; however, by the time I was released and allowed to stand upright, It was glowing red and decidedly warm.
‘Time to get down to serious business,’ Buster announced, ‘And I’ll lead the way.’
It had been decided that the ring was the ideal location, and extra foam pads were placed on the floor to make me as comfortable as possible for the long evening that lay ahead.
I was helped to lay on my sincan escort back, still wearing my gold coloured boxing gloves, to wait for Buster to commence proceedings.
‘Well, boys,’ he announced jovially,’ I thought the opportunity for me to fuck a twenty-two-year-old passed years ago. Who’d have thought a willing wanton woman would come calling at my club.’
As he dropped his shorts to reveal his more than ample endowment, he looked down at me and questioned, ‘Are you really happy to do this, Rachel?’
I swallowed and nodded my willingness to comply.
‘Then open your legs bitch, so I can get to work and show these young uns how it’s done.’
As he lowered himself between my parted thighs, he did not stop to guide his manhood toward my wet and willing cunt. It appeared laser-guided as it pushed hard and deep into my well-lubricated orifice. His was indeed a significant appendage as it opened me painfully wide as he began to thrust, ensuring his muscular chest made firm contact with my small boobs. It was as though he were doing press-ups, thrusting in and out of my pussy and lifting up and down on my body. He certainly knew how to fuck and also control himself to enjoy the experience to the maximum.
His younger charges suddenly found their voices as they encouraged him in his work.
‘Fuck her, Buster.’
‘Give it to her.’
‘Shag the Slut.’
‘Fuck her and fill her.’
I wanted to wrap my legs around him to draw him in, but his unique way of thrusting made any such move on my part all but impossible. All I had to do was lie back and enjoy his exertions, which I did. Thoroughly.
Finally, his arms locked and holding himself rigid, he shot his load deep into my ravaged pussy with a grunt of satisfaction that would have done a grizzly bear proud.
As soon as Buster had extricated himself, a free for all resulted as hardened cocks, and stiff nobs presented themselves for my attention from every angle. I was so busy ministering with my hands and mouth to the needs around that I had no idea who or how many had helped fill my cunt with their warm discharges.
As differing ones came to firing point, my head was positioned to either receive their offering full on or for them to shoot into my open mouth. I was no boxer, but I did know how to impress those who were as I swallowed their cum and allowed others to splatter theirs across my face and hair.
‘Right,’ Buster announced in his usual no-nonsense authoritarian style, ‘Time for me to fuck her arse!’
I was placed in a kneeling position as Buster came behind and, having made quite a spectacle of thankfully lubricating my shit hole, offered his nob in its direction. I have always had a small back passage and, therefore, always find it excruciatingly painful when a larger than average dick seeks to penetrate its resisting opening.
I screamed blue murder as Buster suddenly propelled his rock solid rod right through my protesting anus and deep into my arse. His pleasure and my great discomfort brought howls of delight from those gathered around, all desirous of following suit.
Despite gritting my teeth, I could not keep silent, eventually letting out unearthly sounds with each deep hard thrust Buster sent my way before sending his load of sticky white serum far into my backside.
Once he was out, another took his place in my already stretched and sore bum hole while others looked for further oral stimulation resulting in a further thick coating of white glue across my face and through my hair.
Time seemed to stand still as I felt my bum stretched, thrust, filled and stretched again by a continual train of excited and eager young men, some of which were entering a woman’s back passage for the first time. The novelty of stretching and shagging my bum was a massive turn-on as they enjoyed free entry to my arse and the occasional slap across my bum cheeks as they pounded away. These slaps became more frequent and harder the more I grunted and groaned under the ongoing bombardment of smacks and cocks.
When Buster knelt before me and offered his again rigid cock I realised that I would be required to perform an arse to mouth cleaning job for every guy.
I looked up at Buster as he stated, ‘Get on with it.’ I did. I sucked, kissed, licked, slobbered and slavered over each of the young boxers ensuring their cocks were clean and ready for further action. Buster continued to stand over me all the time, ensuring that I did a professional job.
When I completed this task, to his satisfaction, the gloves that I had worn right through were removed, and I was allowed to wash in the shower block. There was one shower tray and three showerheads, and each was turned on as I was joined by all the men in one soapy squeeze under the warm flow of the water. We were packed in so tightly that I could hardly move as hands with bars of soap reached around my body to rub any part of me they could reach. All I had to do was stand and enjoy the proceedings while hands and fingers ensured every part of my body, inside and out, was cleansed several times.
Once the mass shower was complete, I was made to kneel under the middle jet as each of the young athletes walked up to me and stood with legs apart as I washed their cocks, balls and bums thoroughly with soap. I was ordered to take special care to ensure that bum holes were adequately cleaned.