The Naughty Wrestling Class

This story was a request by u/lmao5789. Thank you very much for the sexy idea!

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

Three new guys in one day! Upon entering the gym, I knew that today's class was gonna be fun. Unobtrusively, I went close enough to listen to them and began doing some light stretching. The behavior of the guys was an important factor for how things were going to play out today. Fortunately, the two taller guys seemed to be absolute douches.

"Damn, look at that chick" the blonde, tall one murmured to the other two. It was obvious that I could hear him. Either he was an absolute dick, or simply dumb. "Is this wrestling or pole dancing class?"

"Wait until you're smothered under these tits, man." his even taller friend with dark, curly hair blurted out. I heard the two laugh, but the third one remained silent, almost a bit embarrassed. Carefully, I glanced over at them one more time. The two tall guys gave me a dumb grin, while the third one looked at the floor. I guessed that the two were friends, while the other guy just stood with his fellow newcomers. Sighting quietly, I turned away from them and continued my stretching.

"Damn, I'mma hit that, actually. Look at that *bomb* of an ass." I couldn't suppress a grin while an excited tickle rapidly spread all over my body from deep inside my belly. Obviously, I didn't fancy the way they talked about me or my body, but I knew that I was gonna get back at them very soon.

I heard the soft steps of his bare feet on the mats. A moment after the sound ended right behind me, I received a rough slap on my butt. Since my wrestling singlet left most of my cheeks exposed, a well audible clap of skin on skin echoed through the gym, followed by my surprised shriek. I whirled around and gave the blonde, ripped guy a challenging stare.

"Hey doll - are you sure you are in the right place?" he stood in front of me in a wide stance with both hands on his hips, flexing his muscles in the tight Lycra singlet. I had to admit that he was quite hot. "This is tough sports, you know. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"Don't worry. I know what I want." I shortly said, my eyes darting down for an instance, to where his package visibly bulged out the blue Lycra. He was absolutely perfect. Ten seconds into talking to a girl in a skin-tight singlet, his cock was visibly inflating and giving way to a set of truly massive testicles. When my eyes darted up again, he had put on a proud, idiotic grin.

"Ohhhh yeah, babe, I got that for you!" Without moving his feet, he turned his upper body towards his friend and showed him a *thumbs-up*. The guy had no idea, how right he was. I had to hold myself back not to kick him in the balls right away. Only the thought of burying my bare foot in the large bulge in between his legs before sweetly smiling back at his stupid expression while he went down in front of me, made me wet and impatient. It would've been perfect, but I didn't want to spoil all the fun like this.

I glanced to the entry and saw Mrs White, our teacher, enter and curiously check out the new guys, especially the one standing in front of me with a half-boner. With a suggestive smile, I held one palm up and tensed my fingers as if I was holding an invisible tennis ball. Mrs White chuckled and went ahead preparing her class. It was all the response, I needed - we understood each other without words. Despite her being in her early forties and me a 23 year old student, we had become besties over the last year. Mainly, because we shared a secret passion.

I had loved wrestling guys my whole life. It had been my older brother who at first revealed to me, that wonderful natural weakness of males in close engagement. Since that day, I was desperately looking for the chance to fight and wrestle every dude who was dumb enough to challenge me. I found it fascinating, how little guys generally appeared to be aware of their physical inferiority.

While high school had offered lots of options for escalations with random dudes, it was much more difficult in college. Seeking my passion in martial arts or wrestling classes had gotten me into trouble with the teachers a couple of times - until I joined Mrs White's wrestling class.

30 minutes into the first course, I had made a guy cry by ramming my knee into his groin while wrestling him onto his back with my tits in his face. After the course finished, Mrs White approached me and invited me for a drink. Her open and positive attitude quickly had me loosened up and we had a wonderful talk about the issue of balls in MMA. Just like me, she found it ridiculous that every single discipline had a set of rules to protect the men's little weak spot, no matter how primal or brutal it generally was. Especially in combination with that whole "that's nothing for girls" attitude, it was infuriating.

"It's only cheating if you get caught." the red-haired, sexy teacher always used to say. Over the past year, she taught me just that. Wrestling had always been her choice because of its chaotic nature. The close engagement and wild struggle offered plenty of opportunities. You only had to grasp *them*.

Luckily, the wrestling course was notorious for its hot MILF of a teacher and the amazing girl/guy ratio. It lured lots of male students into the course, of which many were never seen again after their first *lesson*. Somehow, the reason for the surprising gender ratio never really became a part of the course's reputation. Probably, everyone was too embarrassed to speak about it.

After over 40 minutes of rather tedious warm-up, stretching, cardio and strength workout, Mrs White finally had us sit in a circle. The excited, nearly hurtful tickle in my crotch was killing me. Watching the guys jump around and struggle with the exercises in their tight singlets that left nothing to the imagination, had made me quite wet and trembling in anticipation of getting to wrestle them.

Except from the three newcomers, four guys of the "tough core" of regular male participants and nine girls sat in a large circle around Mrs White. Her D-cup boobs looked like they were about to burst through the singlet, and the guys seemed to be physically incapable of taking their eyes off them. I couldn't even blame them for their boners. The wrestling outfits, as well as this discipline's very nature was insanely arousing for me, too. Even fighting a girl in that skin-tight Lycra singlet could get me off.

"Let's welcome our new participants - Tom, David and Leon, right? Do you have any wrestling experience? David, the dark haired tall guy nodded, and Leon, the one who was probably not a douche, shook his head.

"Come and find out!", the blonde Tom blurted out as answer. Oh, he was going to, I thought. His attitude made me melt into the mat. The larger the gap between the initial overconfidence and admittance of defeat, the more I enjoyed this process on a very sexual level. There was just nothing more arousing for me than leading a tough macho guy to the ground of facts by his sensitive nuts.

"You know, let's do just that. Come here." Mrs Wilson calmly said, turning around to look for a matching opponent. Of course, her eyes came to rest on me with a wink. "Lucy, would you like to *break-in* our newcomers?"

I stood ready in an instant, breathing hard, bare any physical fatigue. Did she actually say *newcomerS*? Was I gonna be this lucky? Tom's muscular body slowly rose from the mat and he approached me with a wide grin.

"What, the little girl? This is your *test*?" he chuckled. Was he actually provoking me? I noticed his hard cock pinned against his left pelvis, and the juicy, inviting target below. If this had been a real fight, I could've ended it in a matter of seconds. But Mrs White had taught me to be sneaky.

"Shut up and fight me, macho guy. The more bullshit you give me now, the more humiliating it's gonna be when you tap out, crying." Tom's mouth actually fell open for a moment. A collective *Ouuuuhhhhh* emerged from our audience that made me smirk. I loved to get my opponents a bit mad and tickle their pride. The rougher the fight, the easier it was to go for my illegitimate target.

"Very well." Without warning, Tom threw himself onto me and tackled me down. He was ridiculously strong. Turning around in my fall, I landed on my stomach with him on top of my legs, his face at the level of the small of my back. I could feel his hot, meaty package pressed against my left calf, just above the ankle. His legs were widely spread, and mine trapped in between his.

Without hesitation, he jumped to all fours and crawled up to me while pressing me onto the mats with both hands. I forcefully pushed myself forward and *accidentally* snapped my left foot up in between his legs. It connected perfectly - the sensation of the douche's elastic balls breaking the momentum of my bare heel made me gasp in joy. Tom's reaction came as expected. With a shocked *Ough*, he dropped right back onto my legs, pinning me down in the exact same position as before.

I felt his hands grab the outside of my knees in a fruitless attempt to protect his aching, male pride. I pressed my forehead onto the mat to hide my joyful smirk and wiggled my calves to either side of his package. The moment, I felt the pronouncing bulge in between my lower calves, I locked my feet and squeezed my legs together. One of his testicles safely escaped to the top, unfortunately, while the other got squeezed perfectly in between my tense, muscular legs. The rush of power and satisfaction made me shiver.

"Ough fuck... my nut...", Tom panted so quietly that even I nearly missed it. He tried to get off me, but his testicle was helplessly stuck, along with the elastic fabric that was supposed to hold it safely in place. Slowly, relishing every moment of it, I increased the pressure and felt him tense, struggle and squeak more with every second. Much later as I expected, he desperately tapped out on my thigh and I let him go with an odd mix of satisfaction and disappointment.

"You fucking bitch." I heard him curse behind me. I turned and sat up, barely able to hide my excitement. That expression on my face made him even more angry. I could tell, how much he wanted to just clutch his nuts and rock forward and back on the floor, but his stupid pride kept him pretending that nothing had happened to his precious manhood.

"What was that?" Mrs White asked strictly.

"Well... did you see what she..." His unsteady expression showed, how much he was struggling with himself. Admitting to a bunch of hot girls that one of them had just squeezed his nuts into submission, was impossible for a douche like him. "Never mind."

When I was just about to get up, Tom directed his anger into the next attack. His massive, bulging body hit me like a freight train and instantly took me down. I swiftly rolled onto my knees and into *turtle position*, on my knees with both forearms on the mat. An instant later, Tom's heavy body was on top of me on all fours, fully trapping me. Before I was able to react, his large hand was on my right tit and instantly began squeezing. I moaned, more from arousal than from pain. I did love it when guys were strong and played rough - not only because it made nailing them in the balls even more sexy.

Tom's face was right next to mine, breathing heavily through clenched teeth. The weight on my back increased and his left hand found and squeezed my other tit. With a forward thrust of his pelvis, his hard cock began grinding against my butt. He was obviously making the best out of his seemingly advantageous situation. And probably trying to humiliate me sexually after what I had done to his manhood.

Fortunately, I loved everything about the position. I never admitted it, but the guys who took every chance to press their hard dicks against my body and feel up my tits, really got me off. On the one hand, I just loved the deeply erotic struggle - on the other, it was the perfect invitation to *feel up* my favorite spot on their bodies, too.

I pulled my hands in and laid flat onto my knees, my forehead pressed onto the mat. Then I wiggled my right hand downwards in between my thighs. A hot shiver went through my body, when I squeezed my hand right past my smooth, soft pussy. It was actually difficult, not to come right there. My hand emerged from between my thighs behind me and instantly found something soft. The sudden twitch that went through my male opponent's body made it very clear that I was just at the right spot.

Before Tom could escape his humiliating destiny, I grabbed his meaty balls and began squeezing without hesitation. They were so wonderfully unprotected and accessible in the elastic Lycra - it was the closest you could get to squeezing a guy in the nude. I pulled at them softly and re-adjusted my hand to get a secure grip. Once again, I had to fight down the onset of an overwhelming orgasm. When Tom desperately tried to pull his hands out from under me, I pressed my chest onto my knees even harder, trapping his hands in between my legs and tits.

"Ough... fuck..." Tom quietly panted right into my ear. "Let go you bitch, or I'll fuck you up big tiiiaaaAAAHHH..."

"Oh yeah?" I whispered and turned my face to Tom's, only an inch or two away. It was distorted in pain and he was breathing hard. The intimacy of our position was wonderful. I was completely trapped and unable to move under his strong, heavy body, his hands squeezed my tits hard enough to make them ache, and his cock was relentlessly erect and pressed against my butt. But the only thing that really counted, were his vulnerable testicles in my rough, merciless grip, hidden from the curious audience - at least from most of them.

"Let go... you fucking slut!" he hissed through clenched teeth in a sexy mix of raging anger and unbearable pain. His huge balls felt way too nice to just give up on them. I roughly dug my fingers into them, eliciting another desperate series of twitching and moaning.

"Is this how you talk to the girl who got you by the balls?" I joyfully whispered into his ear.

"Fuck... I can't tap..." His voice suddenly sounded much more hurt and whiny as just in raging wrath. I let out a cute, happy squeak when I felt the huge, ripped guy submit to my female sexual superiority. Usually, I would've played with him a bit more, and mocked and teased him. But since we had been stuck in the exact same position for at least ten or twenty seconds while whispering to each other, I felt like I ought to end it.

I placed my left foot against his knee on the mat and kicked it back and away while simultaneously tugging at his balls towards the left. We fell over and rolled onto his back. Just before our legs opened like a curtain to unravel, what exactly had decided this match for me, I reluctantly let my prize slip out my hand. With Tom flat on his back, the match was over. I made sure to deliver a quick and accurate *accidental* knee thrust before rolling over him and coming to rest on the mat next to him.

Lying on my left side and breathing hard - still much more from arousal than exhaustion - I watched Tom awkwardly roll into fetal position and desperately try not to clutch his nuts with both hands, while letting out a funny squeak. I giggled, along with every other girl in the room. The shift of color in his face from red to *very* red was unmistakable. I could only imagine the ache in his exposed sexual organs and the humiliation of all of this. Well, actually - I couldn't.

As expected, I was granted the honor to deal with David as well. After the first fight - and especially after watching my male opponent crawl out of the circle, stripped of all his male overconfidence by my female hands, I was a hot, horny mess. I was very aware that people could tell from the way I breathed, acted and expressed myself. Like a bunny on Viagra, I impatiently awaited the chance to engage in the next hot struggle - with an opponent who was more than hesitant to face me.

Unfortunately, David was an absolute disappointment. While his balls were on the smaller side, his dick was actually decent. But after watching his buddy getting his ass kicked, it was a soft, flaccid joke. After quickly ending up in a headlock in his strong, long arms, I looked at his package just next to me in raging disappointment and dissatisfaction. It almost insulted me when a guy didn't even get hard from fighting me.

It was an easy call, not to put up with him. I reached through his opened legs with my right hand from behind and swung it up to get a good hold on my opponent. While grabbing an opponent at or close to the crotch was not uncommon in wrestling, I obviously made sure to give his little nuts a good pinch, without making it too obvious for observers.

David twitched and panted in surprise, enough for me to escape his headlock, ending up right behind him. In one, graceful motion, I let myself fall onto my butt, laid back onto my elbows and pushed my crotch right against his heel. With no option for him to step backwards, all I had to do was swing up my right leg to take him down. My unyielding shin met his groin with decent momentum and the tall guy tipped over me with a high-pitched shriek, clutching his balls with both hands. Like a tree, he crashed onto the mat right behind my head and rolled onto his side, hiding his face by pressing his forehead into the floor.

I didn't even bother honoring him with a second thought or look. Instead, I jumped up and focused Leon, the last guy, with hungry, demanding eyes. In contrast to David, he was obviously well equipped and sufficiently aroused. Also, he hadn't been a total dick. I tried to remind myself of not busting him too hard.

"Ouch, that gotta hurt." Mrs White said in a meanly cheerful tone. "That technique, Lucy did there, was totally legitimate. If you happen to have a pair of sensitive testicles at that spot, you might want to push your hip back, if you see it coming - like this." With both hands on her hips, the hot, muscular woman pushed out her butt as if she was about to twerk. The way, the narrow stripe of the singlet stretched over her pussy caught all the guys' attention. Only David let out a desperate moan and turned bright red, before crawling out of the ring to join his buddy's misery.

"Looking forward to getting my ass handed to me." Leon joked with a kind, amused smile while offering me his right hand. I looked at him, confused. It was rare that guys handled my constant threat to their manhood and male pride with humor and admiration.

When I shook it, he suddenly yanked me forward. Intuitively, I yanked into the opposite direction. Leon had expected it and let go. In lack of any resistance, I stumbled backwards, trying to re-gain my balance. With surprising speed, he was at my legs and grabbed the right one for a *single leg take-down*.

Surprised by his initiative, I hobbled backwards on my left to not fall onto my back. I stabilized myself by grabbing his singlet at his waist with both hands and yanking it up forcefully. The discomfort in his face due to the tension in his groin made me chuckle.

Suddenly, I noticed his fingers at the very top and inside of my right thigh, just where my singlet stretched over my crotch. I gasped so loud, it almost came out a scream. The way he held my leg pulled up, his flat hand at the inside of my thigh was well hidden and seemed rather inconspicuous. I couldn't believe that he was playing *my* game!

Just when I asked myself, what he hoped to achieve there, his fingers skillfully lifted the fabric a bit and his index finger slipped under it. The wonderful, overwhelming tickle made me realize and almost panic - if he actually got to my clit, I would come right here and now. In desperation, I launched myself up and then let myself fall backward. Before turning around in my fall like a cat, I made sure, that my right knee - that Leon held pulled up right in between his widely spread legs - connected with his crotch.

Feeling his meaty package flattened under my kneecap was at least twice as wonderful as usually, given that he was simultaneously doing his best to finger me into submission. We detached, both crashed onto the mat and laid there for a second, stunned. I felt the cool air on skin that ought to be hidden and quickly reached down to re-arrange the singlet. It had been pulled to the side and exposed a bit of pussy lip. Fuck, I was wet and hot down there. I couldn't believe that this guy had found an effective strategy against me. As much as I enjoyed every bit of it, actually orgasming in the middle of class was something, I didn't want to happen.

Somehow, Mr Balls-of-Steel recovered from my knee crushing his groin faster than I. Before I was able to regain control over my body and get back onto my feet, his strong, athletic body was all over mine. Panting hard, I tried to fight back his attempts to pinch my nipples or rub my pussy. He was incredibly sneaky and persistent.

A couple of times, I felt Leon's balls against my body, but not a single time, I managed to come up with a hidden technique that could end this. To be honest, I never wanted it to end. I wanted to rip his singlet off, grab him by his bare nuts and make him cum, before he made me. But with this being a rather public match, all I wanted, was *not* to climax.

One more time, I ended up on my stomach. Leon went down onto one foot and one knee on either side of my hip, facing my feet. I tried to crawl out and snap my heel into his groin on the way, just as before, but Leon grabbed and held on to my right thigh with both arms.

Pressing my leg against his chest while pulling it up, he pretended to attempt a joint lock, while slipping a finger under my singlet again. I couldn't believe he got through with it. Somehow, he managed to hide the dirty technique with his other arm that was tightly wrapped around my upper thigh.

His finger accurately found my center of pleasure and began circling it just too nicely. I hissed and grunted like an angry beast. It would've been the easiest thing in the world to reach up and grab his balls that openly hung over my pelvis like sweet, ripe plums. But even Mrs White wouldn't let that slip.

In a final, desperate attempt, I thrust my pelvis up against him. The impact was perfect - I felt his balls flattened against my hip and heard him grunt in surprise. Unfortunately, it was too perfect. My pussy twitched forcefully and a wonderful sensation rapidly radiated into every cell of my body. It was an orchestra of pure joy.

I tapped out on the mat and laid flat on my stomach, trying so hard to suppress my panting and to hide my face in my arms. Unfortunately, it was just too good. Wave over wave of uninvited pleasure rendered me just as incapable as I had rendered all the guys with my dirty tricks.

When the sensation finally ebbed off, I noticed Mrs White's voice, making some final comments and sending the class home. The pleasure quickly gave way to embarrassment and I wondered, how obvious any of this had actually been. I was clearly not the only girl in the class who enjoyed playing dirty regularly, but probably the first to come in a match.

"Are you okay?" Mrs White did her best to pretend that I could be hurt while everyone else left. I sat up and looked at her, a bit accusing.

"He played dirty!"

"I know. But he didn't get caught. He was good."

I sighted, but I knew that I couldn't blame her for not stopping him. We chatted a bit and she credibly assured me that most of the other students hadn't really understood, what had happened. Mrs White just found it all hilarious.

Like in trance, I hovered to the shower. Just when I passed the male locker room, the door opened and one of the regular dudes came out, looked at me like a deer in the headlights, nodded and left. A second before the door fell shut, I noticed Leon sitting in the locker room alone, still wearing his wrestling singlet and trying to hide his boner. He probably hadn't wanted to get into the shower room with the other guys around.

My mind was spinning when I stood under the hot shower. It was the first time, I had actually lost against a man. Of course, I had to tap out a few times. But given the fact that each of these guys had been reminded of their error for days by the ache in their balls, it never really felt like losing.

Leon had actually beat me. I loved and hated him at the same time for it. And I couldn't wait asking him for a rematch. Imagining him naked in the shower, with a pair of aching nuts and a relentless boner, just on the other side of the wall, I decided that I couldn't wait a full week, if he ever returned.

Nude and dripping wet as I was, I went out and through the men's locker room into their shower. Leon's face when he noticed me standing in the door was priceless. The shower timed out and left him standing in the open, dripping and frozen in bliss. As expected, his hard-on had not deflated a bit.

Despite the previous orgasm, I was nearly vibrating from arousal when approaching him with swaying hips. While I had kicked, kneed, punched or squeezed more balls in my life as I could count, doing any of that to a naked guy was a rare treat. At least two dates in the past year had ended rather unsatisfactory, because I wasn't able to hold myself back when it came to the happy end.

I simply walked into Leon and pushed him against the wall, my hands at his muscular butt. We panted in unison, the moment, our naked, wet bodies connected. His breath was rapid and shallow, just as mine.

"Do you think, you can beat me?" I said in a sexy, yet dangerous voice. My face was just inches away from his, but he was a bit taller than me.

"Are you gonna kick me in the balls if I say yes?" he asked with a playful smirk. He glanced down in between us, past my tits and his cock that leaned against my lower belly suggestively. I followed his eyes and threatfully lifted my knee to softly touch his low-hanging, nicely swollen balls.

"I think, that's gonna happen anyways."

"Then no. But bring it on, sexy." The moment, he stopped talking, he let himself drop to his knees to grab my thighs and gain control over me. Restricted by the wall right behind him, he dropped right onto my knee that I instantly pulled up in reflex. The impact left a wonderful, throbbing sensation of his bare balls on the hardest part of my thigh, just above the kneecap.

I gasped in sympathy, when I realized, how hard I had gotten him as a result of his unfortunate technique. With one hand, I tried to hold him up, while lifting the other to my mouth. All I achueved, was pulling him against me, while he went down like a rock. His face plunged right into my tits and continued down my belly. When his butt rested on his calves and he finally stopped, he was right at my shaven pussy.

"Oouuuuuugggghhhh... fuuuck... my balls..." Leon let out a long, desperate moan. It was rare that I actually felt bad for a guy after busting him, but this time, I really did.

"Gosh, I'm sorry... Did that hurt?" Leon buried his face in between my thighs, making me gasp. Suddenly I realized, how much I had made it sound like mocking him - simply out of habit.

"Fuck, you are naughty!" he moaned into my thigh. The last thing I would've expected after nailing him in the balls at this force, was him to continue the fight. But he actually did. In one, rough motion, he threw his arms around my hip and yanked me around, switching our positions and pushing me against the wall. The next moment, he had my thighs yanked open and instantly began pleasuring me with his tongue, still on his knees and sitting on his feet. I gasped. Gosh, he was good.

"Ohhh... no waay!" I moaned out and snapped my foot in between his open knees, maybe a bit too softly this time. Surprised, I found one of his hands shielding his nuts, while the other was behind my legs, holding me in place. I felt the next orgasm approach with rapid speed, inexorable and even more powerful as the last one. Not again, I thought. It felt wonderful, but I couldn't lose *again*!

I bent over him deeply. My pussy escaped his tongue, and before Leon realized, what was happening, I slipped my hand through his slightly opened feet from behind and instantly got hold of his naked balls hanging just over the tiles. Expecting the danger from my feet, he had his hand not wrapped around them, but just placed in front.

With a satisfied squeak, I stepped forward, forcing him back while he moaned into my crotch. When he was about to roll onto his back I brought my arm to his side, but held on to his nuts without mercy. This was going to be decided now.

Crying in pain, Leon rolled onto his back and ended up with one leg awkwardly on my arm that held his nuts. All he could do to stop the tugging, was lift his leg up over my arm and spread them on either side of me, giving me full access to his beautiful, neatly shaven package.

"Oh please... you won!" he sobbed in agony.

"You will know when I did!" I rejected his surrender.

Like a hungry tiger, I made sure to return that *favor* that he had gotten me. Never letting go of his nuts and making sure to remind him of his inferior position by continuously squeezing and kneading them, I took in his large cock and gave him the best blowjob I could bring up. Finally, he fully gave in and laid down onto the tiles, moaning like a madman.

It didn't take long before he came with such amazing force. He came and came, and moaned and moaned. It was a pity that it happened in the intimacy of the empty shower room. But still, it felt nice to pay him back. When he was done, he was absolutely paralyzed. Breathing hard, he laid in front of me, his legs and arms spread out like a large *X*. I stood up, and snapped my foot into his nuts playfully, a last time. He instantly rolled up into fetal position and let out a funny whine.

"That's 1:1. Let's hope, you don't chicken out next week."