Oni Gym Girl

Your heart is beating like it’s going to burst out of your chest, and if anyone could see your situation they couldn’t blame it.

You’re currently pinned against the wall of your gym’s recently vacated locker room, two firm hands keeping your shoulders immobile. In front of you was the firm, well-muscled body of a beautiful brown Amazonian figure that belonged to an Oni you had met not one hour ago. But why were you getting into details now, when her heavy, hot breath was brushing past your right ear every second.

“I know it’s rude of me,” she said in between her panting, “But I’m going to take what I want now.”

Just how did you get here?

>Roughly one hour ago

Today’s the day.  Today’s when you’re going to slam bars and kill PR’s.

Right.  Well, half-assed motto’s aside, today was still going to be the day when you were going to squat the most you’ve ever done.  Ever since that injury 4 months ago, you’ve had to recuperate and regain all your progress.  But it was all going to be worth it today.  As you rounded the corner to the free weight section, you hoped the squat rack would be miraculously free.  It wasn’t.

Inside was a figure that was a feast for the eyes:  A delicious, tanned skinned body that was wrapped in skin tight work out attire.  She had beautiful and appreciable musculature that was defined by her clothes and lustrous silver hair adorning her head that seemed to be 4 inches higher than yours.  However her most prominent feature was on her forehead.  Above her intimidating but gentle and feminine face was a bright red horn that curved up to a menacing point.

And she was squatting 100 pounds more than what you were going to attempt.

Well it seemed your record breaking was going to have wait.  As you tried to be the most polite gym goer you could possibly be, you sat an appreciable amount of distance away from the rack as to not break her “In the zone” mentality she might have.  Unfortunately, it seemed the other gym members also made it their job to keep their distance from the Oni, so since your side of the room was so empty, it was obvious you were waiting for the rack to free up.

Whatever, you could at least stretch and warm up a little in the meantime.  As you were limbering up to avoid any injuries, you couldn’t help but observe the girl’s form as she was moving the weight.  Before lowering, she took the traditional breath, making her abs and core as a whole noticeably tighten up, muscles moving in natural harmony.  She then slowly lowered herself into “the hole” for the moment of truth.  She’s not half-squatting, she’s not parallel squatting.  Ass.  To.  Grass.  You couldn’t help but feel a small hint of appreciation as someone else in the gym actually knew how to squat and then some.  However you couldn’t feel a bigger sense of appreciation for her buttocks at the bottom of each squat: each side was copiously large, rounded, and firm.  It took a moment for you to realize that you were staring and she was blushing in the mirror.

After she finished her set she attempted to scurry off in an extremely flustered manner.

“A-ah sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, it’s just so rare to see some actual form when someone squats.”  Or such a perfect rear end, you thought to yourself.  Luckily, your claim of innocence seemed to have some effect, as she delayed her impromptu escape.  “If you don’t mind me asking, how many sets do you have?”

“A couple more, b-but I don’t mind if you work in between them.” She said while scratching her face while looking away.  You took her up on her courtesy and warmed up while she was on a break.  Soon you got to your work weight.  Alright, moment of truth.  Each time you lowered and hit bottom, you strained to bring the weight back up, legs burning under the burden, until you finished your set.  “Good set!  You’ve… you’ve got good form too!” You turned around to the Oni giving you a thumbs-up.

“O-oh, thanks, (y-you too)” you stutter out.  “That means a lot from someone who’s squatting as much as you.”  In response she could only scratch the back of the head and say it’s not much.  As you helped her set back to her work weight, you both made brief introductions to each other.  Her name was Terra, and it turns out she was in the same year of college as you were.  She explained her earlier skittishness was due to the fact that other people avoided her, probably from xenophobia.  You tell her that’s awful since she’s not scary in the least, causing reddish-brown blush to form on her face.  ‘C-cute,’ you think to yourself.

After roughly 10 minutes both of you had finished your sets and were about to move on, until you got enough courage to ask her for some tips with your squat.  She agreed to with some not so subtle enthusiasm.  With the empty bar on your back, you just went through the motion with her eyes watching you throughout the exercise.  She frequently put her hands on you under the premise of aiding your form.

At least, that was how it was in the beginning.  As time went on, her hands stayed longer on your torso and lower back.  She was even bold enough to touch your glutes to help your “form.”  It wasn’t unpleasant in the least, but your heart was starting to pick up the pace as she progressively familiarized herself with your body through her touching.

Eventually her bold physical intimacy ceased and you, with crimson plastered on your face, were about to head to the next workout.  But before that, you wanted to give your thanks and ask if you could work out with Terra some other time.  However, before you could open your mouth, she put a finger to your lips and dragged you by your hand to the locker room.  Again, you were denied the chance to ask any questions, but this time her lips were silencer.  As her lips locked against yours and your tongues wrestled, you were pushed back by her until you were pinned against the wall.  When she finally broke the oral embrace, a trail of saliva connected your tongues and she looked at you with the most lustful and fixated eyes you had ever seen before.

So that’s how you got here.

You’re no dense-headed MC, Anon.  It’s obvious that this brown goddess in front of you wants to Snusnu your brains out and you’re completely happy to oblige, but this was definitely not the place for your pelvis to be obliterated.  Regaining your composure, you manage to stutter out a few words.

“Te-Terra, this isn’t the place to do this.  What if someone comes in?”  While you’d rather avoid being exposed, in this situation you were more worried about what poor soul would get in the way of an Oni in lust and her satisfaction.

“I know it’s rude of me,” she said in between her panting, “But I’m going to take what I want now.  Plus, I’m sure you’re not really reluctant to do it now.”  She said deviously while running her hand down your abs and into your shorts and nipping your ear.

“M-my place is just across the street.  My roommates should have gone home for the break and I have a bed and everything!”  She pondered on your suggestion for merely a moment before scooping you up in a princess carry and charging through the gym to the exit, startled stares jerking to see the commotion.  You erratically directed her to your vacant abode, but instead of allowing you to unlock the door she mercilessly kicked it in.

Another door was victim to her onslaught as you both came upon your bedroom.  You were given one final look at her face before you were tossed into your soon to be lovenest.  In midair you could literally see the hearts in her eyes before she undressed.  You barely got your shorts and underwear off before she was upon you, her loins hovering over yours.  You felt genuine pity for you manhood, as it probably thought it was going to be just another pleasurable romp and not one of the greatest battles of its life.

“Terra, I really like you and all, but are you sure you just want to-“ Your substitute voice of reason was cut off by her matter-of-factly dropping her hips on to yours.  Sensations of gripping, lubricated walls giving off an intense heat greeted your cock.  You couldn’t help but feel like your mind and body were being totally catered to by a goddess of pleasure herself.

Terra seemed to be feeling the same thing after having made you enter her.  Her entire musculature was twitching erratically as she was grinding, or should I say pulverizing, her groin into yours.  You took her hands into yours and supported her throughout the whole lovemaking.  Looking at the scene before you, you couldn’t help but get even more aroused: A brown, Amazonian Oni was submitting-or rather, making you submit- to mutual carnal desires.  But the cutest thing was the fact that Terra, with her body that could easily go toe to toe with a bear, was making undeniably soft, feminine gasps with every hilting of your member.

The grip of her pussy on your cock, aided by the fact that she was extremely fit, was becoming too much for you to endure.  “You’re *grunt* bringing me to my limit!”
In response, she wrapped her legs around yours like a grapevine and whispered into your ear, “Give it all to me, big boy.”  Her words of encouragement were the last push you needed, as you proceeded fill what little room was left inside her with your seed.  Her movements, while slowing, still didn’t stop, causing lewd noises to occur as suction with your cum and her walls were repeatedly broken and formed.

With a smile on her face, she leaned down to give a firm kiss upon your lips, her tongue probing for yours.  Still recovering from your orgasm, you could only weakly meet her halfway and your tongue was mainly was just subject to the motions of hers.  “I hope you’re not done,” she said expectantly after breaking the kiss.  “After all, I haven’t cum together with you yet.”

Even though your body as a whole protested it, you were not the type of gentleman to leave a lady, most importantly YOUR lady, unsatisfied.  Hoping to use a surprise attack, you wrapped your arms around her waist and rolled to the side, placing her on her back.  “Ooh.” She cooed in an anticipating fashion.

Your time to shine, buddy.  As you re-entered her, she let out a soft moan that soon turn into gasps as you picked up depth and speed.  Not wanting to attack on just one front, you lean down to suckle on her ample bosom, suckling on one while kneading the other one in your hand.  With your free hand, you gently run it along her firm abdomen until you got to her swollen clit, exploiting its sensitivity.

Whatever you were doing, it was working.  Her legs wrapped around your hips in a rather treacherous embrace, as this position left you at the mercy of her grip.  Nevertheless, you remained stalwart in bringing your lover to an inevitable spine snapping climax.  You kept attacking her breasts with your mouth, gently nibbling on her nipples while also licking the whole of her areola.  You shifted your hips so the tip of you manhood was constantly rubbing against the upper walls of her love hole, bringing you both all the closer to the satisfying conclusion.

This carried on for what seemed like a blissful eternity until you suddenly felt her arms wrap around your hand and entomb your head in her upper assets as her legs locked around you, forcing your lower halves as one.  Even with her arms and breasts covering your ears, you could hear her give a loud groan from her body shaking orgasm.  As her pussy convulsed around your cock in climax, you were also brought to satisfaction as you came.  You couldn’t help but groan against her chest as you pumped cum into her, pressure building up inside her until it was forced to leak out.

After her post-orgasm death embrace loosened, you were able to roll off to the side, your cock satisfyingly sliding out and letting your love juices flow.  As you looked over to your beautiful lover, you saw a panting but undeniably cute smile plastered on her face.  You took her larger hand into yours and smiled back briefly before planting a light kiss on her lips.  You then looked stared at the ceiling before she asked: “You can go again, right?” Before you could even give a hint of denial she was already on top of you.  Your heart skipped a beat because you knew this night was far from over.

Morning finally came.  The scene present had a humorous juxtaposition present.  On top of your now broken bed was Terra, snoozing like a newborn while embracing you like a dakimakura.  In contrast, you now laid there, face devoid of life while you slowly wheezed.  You’re probably going to need your pelvis replaced.  When she finally woke up, she asked about your current health.  “I’m… I’m just a little tired.”

She just gave a quick giggle.  “Then I guess we should work out to get you in better shape.  And maybe we can do it in the locker room next time.  That’d definitely seem more exciting.”