STORY - Grilling the New Guys (Patreon)

We're dangerously close to Valentine's Day, so let's slip in a quick story about Grill working out with a couple of scrubs. Enjoy!

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“You must be the new recruits.”

Grill looked over the two solid-looking guys standing in front of her in their gym clothes. 

“Well welcome to the team, I guess. You can call me Grill. I’ll be showing you what to expect from QBU wrestling.”

The two freshest members of the wrestling team couldn’t help but stare. They were tall and fit themselves, but Grill was an absolute unit. Her dark eyes glared down at them apathetically, towering over both boys. The shaved sides of her head added to her intimidation factor, and her body was thick with curves and muscle. She was dressed in black and red shorts and sporty black top that clung to her buff body, exposing her solid abs as she stood in the middle of the campus’ gym.

“Uh, right,” one of the boys offered. “Go Royals.”

Lucas had dark colored skin and hair, which was tied back into a short ponytail. Both of the recruits wore some comfortable shorts and jerseys for the workout, their singlets stashed in their lockers for later. 

“Whatever,” Grill dismissed with a shrug of her shoulders. “Lemme show you around the gym. Just let me know if you’ve got any questions and we’ll get this over with.”

“Sounds good,” Neil agreed promptly. The freckled boy was broad and muscular like Lucas, his straight brown hair cut close to his scalp. 

“Lockers are over there, obviously,” Grill droned as she gestured towards a doorway. “Showers are there but the last two stalls fucking suck, so stay away from those if you can. Over here we got the water cooler and this is the Thigh Blaster.”

“Wait, the what?” Neil asked. His eyes lingered on the workout machine with the padded levers around the bottom. Grill raised an eyebrow as she looked back at the rookies.

“Thighblaster,” Grill repeated. “Do you guys seriously not know how to use it?”

The boys shrugged. Grill sighed and sat on the machine’s seat. She tapped a thick finger along the pad on the side.

“It’s got a digital weight system. You punch in your weight here and it handles the rest. You set your legs behind the pads and pull them together. Watch.”

Neil and Lucas suppressed a gasp as Grill got into position. She sat exactly how she’d described, but watching it in action was another thing. Her thick thighs bulged even more as she spread them out, making her shorts hug her crotch until they could even make out the outline of her mound. She took the grips on either side of her seat and gave a gruff grunt, squeezing her thighs together as the weights behind her lifted with an impressive clang. As impressed as they were by the weight she was moving, seeing her legs repeatedly open and close like an offering was the real sight to see.

“Just like that. Got it?” Grill asked wearily.

“Actually… could we see that one more time?” Lucas asked.

Neil gave him a surprised look, but the dark-haired boy winked back at him.

“Yea, I think we… almost got it,” Neil agreed. “Maybe once more? Just… slower?”

“Fuckin’ new guys,” Grill grunted. “Never pay attention.” 

She spread her legs out again, slowly tensing and closing her thighs again. They boys’ hearts skipped a beat as they watched her thick thighs squeeze together slowly, showing off the muscles as much as their softness. Even in the slower process, she seemed to barely work up a sweat before letting them drop back into place.

“There. And usual gym etiquette shit,” Grill reminded them. “Towel off the machine and reset the weight or I’ll kick your ass myself.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they answered quickly.

“Great. Moving on. This one’s for standing leg curls. You’ll…”

“And how does that work?” Neil asked with an innocent expression on his face.

“You guys really don’t know?”

Grill turned to glare at them and they both shook their heads.

“Have you dumbasses ever set foot in a gym? Fine.”

Grill shook her head and walked them through the process before laying on her stomach. She hooked her powerful legs under the pads, making her thick ass cheeks clench together in front of them. Both of the college athletes shifted their footing to hide their erections as Grill’s more intense and labored grunts went along with her bulging ass and thighs. With her back to them, Lucas finally felt safe sneaking Neil a stealthy high five.

Things went along the same predictable pattern. Grill would walk past a machine and give a lazy explanation, just for the boys to press her for another example. Soon Grill was squatting up and down, pulling weights as she pumped her ass and bounced her breasts for the quietly ogling boys. Shortly after that, she was breathing steadily as she worked her chest. She pulled her thick arms back and forth against the weights on the chest press, her biceps bulging and her big tits repeatedly squeezed together until they looked ready to pop out of her top.

Grill was starting to look more annoyed than usual as she made her way around the gym, gesturing to another set of weights.

“And you know how that shit works. Over here’s the-”

“Well wait,” Lucas urged. Grill stopped in her tracks ahead of them. “Can you show us how those work?”

Grill glared over her shoulder. It wasn’t just impatience like she had on the first few machines. She turned with a suspicious scowl behind her dark eyes.

“WHAT was that?” she demanded, her deep voice getting the two boys to freeze.

“I mean… I think he was just asking for a demonstration…” Neil started to explain.

“Did you just ask me…”

Grill pointed at the rack of dumbells. The simplest things in the entire gym.

“How THOSE work?”

The boys were petrified as they realized they’d been found out. Their posture tightened up along with their erections. Grill looked them over before she broke into her first grin of the day. Somehow, it felt scarier than her glare.

“You know what? I think you guys can figure out the rest here for yourselves. How about we skip ahead and get in some practice?”

“So like… working out?”

“Nah, fuck that. Let’s get you boys on the mats. Time for you to see some real wrestling.”

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After a quick change, Neil and Lucas met back up with Grill in one of the private rooms. The floors and walls were all padded by gym mats used for yoga, gymnastics or whatever more involved activities the students might need. The three QB wrestlers were dressed in their singlets, the purple and pink spandex fitting skintight. It somehow made Grill’s curves even more obvious as she smirked down at the anxious boys.

“So since you boys weren’t ready for an actual workout,” Grill said, cracking her knuckles. “We’re gonna have a friendly spar. Best way to learn is by doing, right?”

“I guess so,” Neil said meekly. “So how do we…?”

Grill took a single step towards him, bending her tall form over and grabbing him by the shaft. His singlet offered no real protection as she lifted him completely over her head by the neck and groin.

“First off, quit thinking with your dick!” Grill growled. 

Grill squeezed his bulge firmly, getting Neil to squirm in her grip without wanting to fall back to the mats. It took him a minute to realize that she wasn’t trying to crush his junk so much as she was roughly squeezing it and letting go, working it like a stress ball. Neil shivered and let out a low moan.

“What’d I just say?” she scolded. Grill swung him back to eye level as she lunged at the wall. The beefy college girl still moved with surprising speed as she pinned him against the padded walls. Her boobs spread out across his chest and her wide hips mashed his erection between her abs and his.

“If you’re horny, you’re not thinking straight,” she huffed as she stepped away from him, letting Neil land back on his feet without her support. She whirled around to face Lucas with another icy glare.

“What about you? You still getting an eyeful?” she demanded sternly.

“What? No! Nooo, I was just… appreciating the lesson,” Lucas quickly denied. His tight attire was useless in hiding his erection, even as he pulled on his spandex.

“Then how about this one?”

Grill was in his face before he knew it. The looming goth caught him around the neck in a flash, pulling him into a headlock that left his face stuck between her tits and biceps. One flexed and hardened while the other softly absorbed his face. A simple pull left Lucas stumbling after her, slapping and pushing at her arm to no effect. Even pushing at her breast, his hands seemed to sink into the soft jugs as more of it flooded into his face. Grill just squeezed him even tighter. Lucas grunted and squirmed helplessly in her combination breast smother and headlock, just for Grill to reach back with one hand and spank his ass.

“Come on, wise guy. How’re you gonna get out of that?”

“S-sorry,” Lucas gasped. Grill just stuck out her leg and hip-tossed him to the mats with a soft grunt. He had barely landed when Grill reached out again and grabbed the still-reeling Neil by his neck and lifted him off the ground.

“Okay! We’re sorry!” Neil rambled out quickly. “You just look really hot. Can we take a breather?”

“Really? Well that’s too bad, cuz I’m all warmed up from my WORKOUT,” Grill snarled with a wicked grin. If she wanted to get groped and ogled, there were plenty of places she could go and get paid for it.

Grill went to her knees and shoved Neil down to the mats. She sat with her knees mounted on his arms, pinning his face under her muscular ass. The tight-fitting outfit let him feel the softness of her cheeks while her sweaty scent invaded his nose. Neil tried to resist until Grill reached out and palmed his crotch. His instincts took over and practically ragdolled on the mats.

“See what I mean? No self control,” Grill taunted as she slid her fingers under his singlet. Her fingers teased over his dick, getting Neil to squirm and gasp beneath her but never really resisting. Grill just pushed her hips back, grinding her ass on his face.

“This move won me regionals last season. The other chick suddenly really didn’t want to get out out from under me.”

Grill adjusted her legs to fit under Neil’s neck, flexing them to pull his nose straight into her ass crack. She could feel his hot breath against her crotch, getting a smug smirk to cross her lips. With her strong hand rubbing over his cock and balls in long, firm strokes, Neil’s hips were soon bucking off the mats as he came inside his leotard.

Grill finally removed herself from the facesit, sparing Neil a desperate gasp of fresh air. Grill left him panting on the ground as she stood back up, wiping her cummy hand off on her muscular thigh. Lucas stared at them both until she pointed ominously at him.

“You’re next. Come get some.”

Lucas felt conflicted, but he hesitantly moved in on the giant goth. He forgot about her impressive reached as she grabbed him by the hair, yanking him into her broad chest before slinging him over her shoulder like a fireman. Lucas gave a startled yelp as she smacked him across the ass.

“Come on, bitch!” she scolded. “That all you got?”

Lucas kicked and squirmed, trying to tug on her spandex to pull himself free. He finally succeeded in dropping out of Grill’s grasp, but his pulling had left her singlet off-center. One of her hefty breasts came bouncing out from the binding fabric. Lucas gawked in surprise, making him easy pickings for Grill to sweep his leg out from under him.

“Eyes open, dork. If I know where you’re looking, I know where you’re not paying attention.”

Grill went down to the mats with him, swiftly dragging his head between her legs. Lucas got an up-close view of the thighs he’d been staring at earlier as they squeezed around his neck and squashed his cheeks. He pawed at her thick legs, but she grabbed his wrists and pinned them down.

“That’s right. Keep squirmin’,” Grill chuckled as her thighs bulged around his face. “Makes it tire you out that much faster.”

Her warm crotch brushed against the back of Lucas’ head. She looped her ankles together, securing the head scissor while bringing her toes to rub against his bulge.

Lucas tried to moan, just for his breath to get caught up on Grill’s powerful legs. His face turned bright red for several reasons as Grill’s bare feet trapped his cock, lazily batting it between them.

“Pathetic. No idea who recruited you two, but we got a lot of work to do. You’ve got a shitload of drilling ahead of you before we get you hard enough for the team. There’s a lot of stiff competition out there, and you wusses ain’t gonna cut it like this.”

Lucas couldn’t argue; he’d have to breathe to manage that. All he could do was arch his back as he squirted between her feet, staining his leotard as his cum went seeping between her toes. Grill smirked down at him before finally parting her legs, her crotch damp with their mixed sweat and her own arousal. Lucas coughed for air, but Grill was very familiar with how long someone could go without breathing.

“Don’t tell me you rookies are one and done. I had two orgasms in one match during a meet with Coastal County and I STILL won that shit.” Grill snorted as she leaned over to Neil. He was still down and barely done catching his breath. She grabbed him by the leg and dragged him over until he laid opposite Lucas, their legs draped over each other as Grill sat between them.

“Now let’s put a little stamina in you losers.”

Grill pulled aside the bottom of her singlet, leaving her ass and pussy exposed. She grabbed Neil by the arm, dragging him into sitting upright so she could straddle his cock. She flexed her thighs to trap him in place, grinding on his softening dick. Even limping after his first beating/orgasm, he moaned weakly as he leaned into her chest.

“Come on. You’re not off the hook yet either,” Grill commanded. She reached behind her and held Neil in place with her legs as she pulled Lucas up against her back. She raised her hips and with a bit of maneuvering, she fit both semi-soft boys inside her pussy at once.

With a short, satisfied sigh, Grill started humping back and forth. She was fired up from venting on the weaker jocks, so she held nothing back as she rode their double dicking. The moaning boys clung to her just to stay upright as she smirked at their pathetic cries.

“That’s right. I know you got more in ya,” Grill coached as she started to bounce more aggressively. Her breasts bobbed playfully as they were held up by her firm chest muscles. She locked a thick bicep behind Neil’s head, mashing his face into her sweaty cleavage. The dazed boy just groaned and licked the warm flesh ahead of him submissively. Grill suppressed a shudder as he licked around her hardening nipple.

She kept a similar grip on Lucas, her arm reached back to keep him stuck against her. His cock ground against Neil’s inside her snatch, the two softened boys working together to fill her up. He didn’t have his face in her tits, but he reacted in the same way as Neil with her pathetic panting. His tongue rolled out, licking her sweaty armpit where she was keeping him hostage.

With their mindless body worship at work, Grill was happy enough to crush the smug pricks. She slammed her hips back and forth like a wrecking ball, rubbing their dicks together inside her until they felt her dense muscles tense. She gave a short, aggressive grunt as her biceps bulged, crushing the boys against her tightening body. She bathed their struggling erections in her hot juices, giving them some fresh cum to lubricate her thrusts. The seemingly exhausted boys gasped and shuddered as they came together, gushing their runny seed inside her. Their weary bodies quivered in her arms as Grill held them steady.

Grill finally let them drop to the mats in two sweaty, half-dressed heaps. Grill just shook out her hair and gave a content sigh before climbing back off them. She leaned an arm against the wall, showing off her strong and sweaty form with their cum still running down her leg. She casually toweled off as she drank from her water bottle.

It took a few minutes before the boys finally got their heads back on straight. By the time they were actually rising, Grill was casually checking her phone. Lucas rubbed his head while Neil gingerly adjusted his singlet to cover up his junk. Grill eyed them curiously as she smirked.

“So? You boys ready for some more ‘practice?” she asked with a coy smirk.

They both shuddered but broke into broad grins as they nodded. It was rough stuff, but they weren’t about to turn down another set of dominant sex with the big titty goth wrestler.

“Yes, ma’am!” they agreed together.

“Cool.” Grill shrugged dismissively as she grabbed her gym bag. She popped in her earbuds and started walking towards the exit.

“That’s all the basics, so I’m gonna go meet some friends for lunch. You two go ahead and practice those moves on each other while I’m gone. I’ll check in on you later, so no slacking. And make sure you work on the facesitting shit.”

Grill left and shut the door behind her. The boys stared in silence, trying to avoid making any real eye contact.

“So… you wanna be on top first, or…?”