Between the Gymnast's Thighs (1 Viewer)

[VelvetVerse]

Chapter 1
Mei stepped out of the gym, her jaw tight and her usual bubbly demeanor replaced by a simmering anger. The late May air was warm, the sun just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting the playground outside her gym in a soft orange glow. She could hear the laughter of the three guys from a distance—Tim, Jim, and Gary—lounging on the swings and monkey bars, their voices carrying across the empty lot. They’d been catcalling her girls after practice, their words just short of malicious but dripping with disrespect. She wasn’t about to let it slide.

She approached them with quick, deliberate steps, her hands balled into fists at her sides. “Hey!” she called out, her voice sharp but controlled. The three of them turned, their smirks widening as they took in her small frame. She barely reached their shoulders, but she wasn’t intimidated. Not one bit.

“Well, well,” Tim drawled, leaning back against the swing set. “Look who decided to come out and play.”

“You boys got a problem?” Mei asked, her tone icy. “Because if you don’t leave my girls alone, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Jim snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “And what are you gonna do, little lady? Cry us to death?”

Mei’s lips curled into a thin smile. “No. I’ll kick your asses.”

The three of them burst out laughing, their voices echoing across the empty playground. Tim stepped forward, his broad frame towering over her. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s see what you got.”

Without another word, Mei shrugged off her baggy track suit, revealing the blue leotard underneath. The fabric hugged her petite but muscular frame, the vibrant color matching the highlights in her dark hair. Her legs, thick and powerful from years of gymnastics, gleamed in the fading light, the leotard barely covering her round, firm rear. She caught the way their eyes widened, their smirks faltering for just a moment. Good. They were already underestimating her, and she hadn’t even started.

“Enjoy the show,” she said sweetly, her smile widening as she took a step back.

Tim cracked his knuckles, his confidence already returning as he unzipped his jacket. His tank top revealed muscular arms and a broad chest, and he loomed over her like a giant. “You’re gonna regret this, Mei.”

She didn’t respond. Instead, she darted toward the tire hurdle next to him, her movements fluid and precise. Tim watched her, confusion flickering across his face as she launched herself into the air. She spread her legs into a perfect split, her momentum carrying her straight toward him. He barely had time to react before her legs were around his neck, her weight bringing him down hard onto the ground.

Tim gasped, her thighs pressing into his throat with an unrelenting force as she landed in a split, her weight fully on his neck. His hands clawed at her muscular legs, but they were as immovable as steel, honed from years of intense training. Her leotard rode up just enough to press her thinly-covered womanhood against his skin, the heat of her arousal evident even through the fabric.

"Let—let go!" he choked out, his voice strained and desperate, his face turning red from the lack of air.

Mei tilted her head, her expression sweet but her tone dripping with mockery. "Oh, sweetie, I will. But first, you really should apologize. Or do you like it down there?" She shifted her hips slightly, grinding herself against his neck, her body clearly enjoying the dominance she had over him.

Tim writhed beneath her, his pride refusing to let him give in. "N-no way," he managed to squeak out, his hands still futilely pushing at her legs. "You’re—crazy!"

Mei giggled softly, her voice like honey. "Crazy? Oh, Tim, you have no idea. But don’t worry, I’ll make this go away... as soon as you say sorry." She pressed down harder, her thighs flexing against his throat, and she couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through her body. The power, the control—it was intoxicating.

Tim’s eyes bulged as the pressure increased, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "Please—" he rasped, his voice barely audible.

"Please what, honey?" Mei cooed, leaning down slightly, her face inches from his. "Please let you go? Or please keep going? You’re making it so hard to decide." She rocked her hips again, her arousal growing with every second she held him there.

Tim’s hands fell to his sides, his strength waning. "I... I—"

Mei pouted playfully. "Oh, come on, Tim. Just say it. It’s just one little word. Or do you really want to keep playing?" She stretched her thighs up, putting more weight on her pussy, pressing into him with a force that made his vision blur.

Before Tim could respond, Jim lunged at her from behind, grabbing her under the arms and lifting her off Tim. Tim lay there, gasping for air, his chest heaving as he looked up at her with a mix of fear and awe. Mei, on the other hand, felt a warm thrill coursing through her, her body still humming with the excitement of the encounter. She brushed a strand of hair out of her face, her smile widening. She twisted in Jim's grip, her body moving with practiced ease, and pressed her backside into his face. Jim’s world went dark as her thick thighs clamped around his head, the muscles tightening like a vise.

“Mmph! Mmph!” Jim’s muffled cries were swallowed by Mei’s firm rear, his hands clawing desperately at her thick thighs. “That's pointless sweetie, you should apologize to me instead,” Mei coaxed helpfully. But Jim couldn't hear anything with her thick thighs covering his ears. His vision blurred, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he struggled against her iron grip.

Mei tilted her head, her voice soft and sweet, almost like a lullaby. “Oh, Jim, you’re such a stubborn boy, aren’t you?” she teased, her tone dripping with mockery. She squeezed tighter, her thighs bulging as they pressed in on his head. “You could end this right now, you know. All you have to do is say you’re sorry.”

Jim’s hands trembled as he tried to pry her legs apart, his fingers digging into the smooth skin of her thighs. But it was like trying to bend iron—her muscles didn’t budge, honed from years of intense training. Mei felt a thrill run through her body, a warm, pulsing heat building between her legs as she held him there. God, this is so much fun, she thought, her smile widening.

“You’re really putting up a fight, huh, Jim?” she cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness. She shifted her weight slightly, grinding her hips against his face. “I have to admit, I kind of like it. You’re making this so interesting for me.”

Jim’s muffled groans grew louder, but he still didn’t respond. Mei giggled, her tone playful. “Oh, you’re not talking? That’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll keep squeezing until you do. I'm in no rush,” she added after seeing the other boy still busy helping the one she left gasping on the ground. She tightened her thighs again, the pressure increasing until she felt his body shudder beneath her. His hands fell limp for a moment, then returned to her legs, clawing weakly at her skin.

Mei let out a soft, breathy laugh, her arousal growing with every second she held him there. “You’re so cute when you’re helpless, Jim,” she said, her voice syrupy sweet. “But really, honey, this isn’t good for you. Just say the word, and I’ll let you go. Or…” She leaned down slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Do you want me to keep going? Because I’m having so much fun.”

Jim’s body trembled, his strength fading with every second. But still, he didn’t speak. Mei pouted playfully, squeezing even harder. “Oh, fine. If you’re going to be stubborn, I’ll just have to convince you another way.” She rocked her hips gently, the heat between her legs growing as she pressed herself against his face. “Mmh, that’s nice, isn’t it? You’re starting to learn your place, I think.”

Jim’s muffled cries grew weaker, his hands barely moving now. Mei sighed, her tone almost affectionate. “You’re really not going to give in, are you? Oh well. I guess I’ll just have to squeeze until you do. You’re such a tough one, Jim. But don’t worry, sweetheart—I’ll break you eventually.”

Gary, satisfied Tim will be OK, finally sprang into action. He grabbed at Mei’s legs, trying to pry them apart, but they were locked together, her calves flexing with effort.

“You'll have to work harder then that to spread my legs,” Mei teased, her voice light and playful. Gary strained, and was finally able to twist her legs apart a little. With a quick shift of her weight, Mei re-crossed her ankles, using Gary’s own force against him. She gave one final, hard squeeze, her body trembling with excitement as she felt Jim go limp beneath her. “There we go,” she purred, her voice soft and sweet. “Now, was that so hard?”

Mei stood, as Gary backed away from her in shock. She started walking toward him. “Won't you come here and feel my legs some more, I know you want to,” she said with a smile, her tone almost sing-song. Gary backed away further, his face pale with fear.

Tim managed to recover enough to sneak up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her narrow waist in a bear hug, lifting her off the ground. “Gotcha,” he growled, his voice hoarse.

Mei didn’t panic. Her powerful abs tightened, resisting the squeeze of his arms, as her hands reached back to wrap around his neck. Gary, emboldened by Tim’s hold, shouted “Let's get her together Tim!”, as he ran up to try and pull her arms free. But Mei’s legs shot up in a perfect V around his body, her thighs slamming into his ribs with a force that knocked the air out of him. She crossed her ankles behind him and started to squeeze, her muscles flexing with a relentless pressure.

Gary wheezed, his hands instinctively grabbing at her thighs, but he couldn’t budge them. “Let go!” he choked out, his voice barely audible.

Mei tilted her head, her expression almost apologetic. “Tell Tim to let me go first.”

Tim’s grip on her neck tightened, but his voice was strained. “No way. We’ve got you.”

Mei’s thighs tightened further, the pressure overwhelming. Gary gasped, “She’s gonna break me!”

With a sigh, Tim released her, and Mei let Gary go, dropping him to the ground. He collapsed, holding his sides, while Jim sat up, still dazed.

Tim glared at her, his chest heaving. “One more round. No tricks this time.”

Mei smiled sweetly, then kicked him squarely in the balls. He doubled over with a groan, collapsing to his knees. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You’ve been fun.” Then she kissed him, hard and passionate, her hand gripping his chin to keep him in place. When she pulled away, her eyes locked onto his. “Don’t mess with my girls again,” she said, her tone firm.

Tim nodded weakly, his face flushed. Mei turned to Jim and Gary, her gaze sweeping over them. They looked away, unable to meet her eyes. She smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “If you’re good, Tim, maybe I’ll give you a time and place.”

She turned on her heel, walking back toward the gym, her hips swaying with every step. Tim watched her go, his cheeks still burning. He didn’t know whether to be furious or intrigued.

 

[VelvetVerse]

Chapter 2:
Gary stood nervously on Mei’s porch, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans. The memory of her crushing thighs around his ribs still lingered, a mix of awe and fear coursing through him. He knocked softly, his heart pounding in his chest. What the hell am I doing here? he thought, but before he could second-guess himself, the door swung open.

Mei stood there, her petite frame dressed in a loose tank top and shorts that showed off her muscular legs. Her hair was down, the blue streaks catching the light. She smiled warmly, her bubbly demeanor back in full force. “Gary,” she said, tilting her head. “What brings you here?”

“I, uh… I came to apologize,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. “For the other day... Sorry.”

Mei’s smile widened, and she stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. “It’s no problem,” she said, her voice light and teasing. “Now that you’ve left my girls alone. But honestly, I should be thanking you.”

Gary blinked, confused. “Thanking me?”

She closed the door behind him, leaning against it with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Yeah, you held your friends back from rushing me all at once.” She winked, her tone dripping with innuendo. “I've had so much fun with you guys that day, nothing like having strong young men between my legs. ”

Gary’s cheeks flushed, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Uh, yeah. I guess.”

Mei stepped closer, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. “You know,” she said, her voice dropping to a low, sultry tone, “I’ve been feeling a little… lonely lately. And you seem like a guy who could keep me entertained.”

Gary’s breath caught in his throat as she leaned in, her body barely brushing against his. “Mei, I…”

She cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips, her eyes locking onto his. “Shhh. Don’t overthink it. Let me thank you properly.” Her hand brushed against his cheek. Her touch was firm, but gentle, and he couldn’t help but lean into it. “Just let yourself go, sweetheart.”

Her other hand trailed down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans. Gary’s breath caught, his body tensing as her nails scraped lightly against his skin. He should’ve stepped back, should’ve said something, but he couldn’t. His mind was growing foggy, his thoughts muddled by the heat radiating from her, by the way her gaze seemed to strip him bare.

“Mei…” he started, but his voice was weak, trembling.

“Have you thought about me, after feeling my legs wrapped around your body?” Her hands moved lower, deftly undoing the button of his jeans before sliding the zipper down. Gary’s heart pounded in his chest as she pushed them down his hips, her fingers brushing against the growing hardness beneath his boxers. He let out a shaky breath, his body betraying him as it responded to her touch.

Mei knelt before him, her hands resting on his thighs as she looked up at him through her lashes. “You’re so tense,” she said, her voice dripping with sympathy. “Let me help you relax.”

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. His cock sprang free, already stiff and throbbing, and she hummed softly, her breath warm against his skin.

“So beautiful,” she murmured, her hand wrapping around him, her grip firm but not too tight. “I knew you would be.”

Gary’s knees threatened to buckle as she stroked him, her thumb brushing over the head of his cock, spreading the bead of precum that had gathered there. She leaned forward, her lips pressing against the tip in a soft kiss before her tongue darted out, tasting him.

“Mei—” he gasped, his hands gripping her shoulders for balance.

She didn’t respond, too focused on the task at hand. Her tongue circled the head of his cock before she took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft with practiced ease. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around him as she pulled back, only to take him deep again.

Gary’s head fell back, a groan escaping his lips as pleasure shot through him. Her mouth was hot, wet, and she moved with a rhythm that left him trembling. He couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel as she worked him over, her hands gripping his hips to keep him steady.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she took him deeper, her throat tightening around him.

Mei pulled back, her lips making a soft popping sound as she released him. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and smiled. “You taste so good, sweetheart.”

Before he could respond, she was on her feet, her hands pushing his shirt up and over his head. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, down to his stomach, and then she was kissing him, her lips capturing his in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue pushed past his lips, exploring his mouth with a fierce possessiveness that left him breathless.

She pulled back, her hands moving to her own tank top, pulling it off in one swift motion. Her breasts were full, her nipples hard, and her muscles rippled beneath her skin as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. It fell to the floor, and she stepped closer, pressing her body against his.

Gary’s hands moved on their own, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned softly, her hands gripping his hips as she ground against him, the heat of her core pressing against his cock.

“I want you,” she breathed, her voice low and husky. “I need you.” Her hands moving to the waistband of her shorts. Slowly, she slid them down her legs, revealing black lace panties that hugged her curves.

She turned, walking over to the couch and lay down on her back. She slid her panties off, the material tracing the bulging muscles of her thighs and calves before falling on the floor. Mei parted her legs to give him a clear view of her glistening folds. She reached down, her fingers spreading herself open as she looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire.

“Come here, sweetheart,” she purred, her voice a siren’s call that he couldn’t resist.

Gary stumbled forward, his knees hitting the edge of the couch as he positioned himself between her legs. He hesitated for a moment, unsure, but Mei reached up, her hands gripping his hips and pulling him down until the head of his cock pressed against her entrance.

“That’s it,” she cooed, her hips lifting to meet him. “Take me, Gary .”

He pushed forward, groaning as he slid into her, her warmth enveloping him. She was tight, her muscles clenching around him as he buried himself to the hilt. Mei let out a satisfied sigh, her hands moving to his hips, encouraging him to move.

He started slow, his thrusts tentative, but Mei wasn’t having it. Her nails dug into his skin, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him deeper, harder.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice sharp with need. “Don’t hold back, sweetheart.”

Gary obeyed, his thrusts growing faster, harder, his body responding to the way her muscles gripped him, pulling him deeper with every stroke. Mei moaned, her hands moving to her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples as she matched his rhythm, her hips rising to meet him.

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking as pleasure began to build. “That’s it, baby. Make me feel you.”

Her words sent a jolt of electricity through him, his thrusts growing more frantic as he chased the pleasure that was building in his gut. He was close, so close, but just as he was about to tip over the edge, Mei’s legs tightened around his waist, her thighs pressing against him with a force that made him cry out.

“Ah—!” His voice was hoarse, strained, as he tried to push through, but it was no use. Her grip was ironclad, the pressure on his cock unbearable. He could feel the orgasm building, but it was trapped, unable to break free.

“Mei—” he whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “Please—”

She shook her head, her eyes locked on his, dark and unyielding. “Not yet, sweetheart,” she purred, her voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down his spine. “Hold on for me. You can take it, can’t you?” Her thighs flexed subtly, the muscles rippling beneath her skin as she tightened her grip, and Gary gasped, his body arching against the relentless pressure. It was as if she had him in a vice, her power undeniable, her control absolute.

Gary’s breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he fought to stay upright. The pleasure was coiled tight within him, a wildfire burning at the base of his cock, but it was trapped, unable to break free. His fingers dug into the couch cushions, his nails scraping against the fabric as he tried to anchor himself. It’s too much, he thought, his mind fogged with a mix of ecstasy and desperation. But Mei’s gaze held him captive, her sweet smile a paradox against the sheer intensity of her dominance.

“Mei—!” he choked out, his voice trembling, a single tear tracing a hot path down his cheek. His body was shaking now, every nerve alight with a sensation that bordered on agony. It was pleasure, but it was also pain, the kind that left him teetering on the edge of something he couldn’t name. Her thighs were like steel, unrelenting, and he could feel the pulse of his own need trapped within him, throbbing, aching, begging for release.

“Please,” he whimpered, his voice breaking, his hands reaching for her, grasping at her shoulders. “I can’t— I can’t—”

She leaned up slightly, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Yes, you can, sweetheart. You’re doing so well for me.” Her voice was soft, almost tender, but there was a firmness beneath it that left no room for argument. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, her touch gentle despite the unyielding pressure of her thighs. “Just a little longer. I want to feel you like this—so close, so desperate for me.”

Gary cried out, his body convulsing as the pressure intensified, the heat in his core building to a peak he could no longer endure. His vision blurred, his mind a chaotic swirl of pleasure and pain, and he felt like he was shattering, piece by piece, under her control. “Mei, please!” he begged, his voice raw, cracking under the weight of his need.

Her smile widened, sweet and triumphant, as she finally, mercifully, loosened her grip. The release was instantaneous, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave, his body wracked with convulsions as he came harder than he ever had before.

As the waves of his orgasm finally subsided, Mei leaned in, her lips capturing his in a soft, lingering kiss. Her hands framed his face, her touch tender despite the raw power she had just wielded over him. “You’re welcome here anytime, sweetheart,” she murmured against his lips, her voice warm and inviting. Her words were a promise, a hint of more to come, and Gary’s heart raced even as his body struggled to recover.

He slumped forward, his hands instinctively clutching his stomach, the lingering ache from her crushing thighs a stark reminder of her strength. But the pain was distant, overshadowed by the overwhelming intensity of what had just happened. His entire body felt like jelly, his mind still reeling from the force of his release.

Mei’s fingers brushed through his hair, her touch soothing as she smiled down at him. “You did so well,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “I’m impressed, Gary. Not everyone can handle me like that.”

He managed a weak smile, his breath still coming in shallow gasps. “Thanks… I think,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.

She chuckled, a light, musical sound that made his chest tighten. “Oh, and one more thing before you go,” she added, her tone turning playful once more. “Tell Tim he can meet me at my gym if he still wants that rematch. I’d love to see what he’s got.”