No Grunting in Planet Fitness 
by Musclehead



"Ungh".

"Man, Stacy, you're really strong for a girl, stronger than just about all of
our other male cousins."

"Mghmm." She continued to struggle, but he was a little stronger and bigger
and he was on top. Seventeen year old Rod had Stacy on her back and was slowly
gaining control of her arms. "Unghhhh," she pushed again, momentarily slowing
his progress.

"I can beat every other cousin much more easily than you." Indeed, sixteen
year old Stacy had been a tomboy all her life, climbing trees, running,
swimming, doing any kind of physical activity you could think of on their
Alabama farm., including wrasslin' with the boys. And she could beat all her
cousins too, everyone except Rod. They were mostly somewhat older and hadn't
been as active as Stacy and Rod. She didn't mind that Rod could beat her. He
was her favorite, but she still had a fierce competitiveness to her, and right
now she was grunting loudly and pushing with all her might. Inevitably, she
soon tired and he pinned her arms to the grass next to her shoulders.

And then he leaned forward and kissed her. She let him. They weren't cousins
by blood, she was a step-cousin, joining into the large extended family when
her mom married Rod's uncle. They really liked each other and sort of sensed
that eventually things might happen. And right now they were happening. He was
clearly sporting a boner and was starting to dry hump her. In the past, Stacy
had resisted, thinking it was wrong, but then, figuring that there was no
actual blood relation, right now she was letting her hormones get the best of
her.

As the seventeen year old boy continued to rub, her legs spread some and all
of a sudden, Rod was moaning quietly, and Stacy, well Stacy, "UNGHHHHHH." Her
legs went around his waist in her moment of ecstasy and she started bucking
like a wild horse. When the moment came to an end, she was sitting on him with
his arms pinned to the ground.

"Wow, Stacy, you're really strong."

"I don't know if we should have done that, but it sure was nice." Just then a
call came from up by the house and it was time for Rod to leave and go back to
their home in the town, luckily only two miles away. They saw each other all
the time, going to the same high school, and during the summer, even though
they both had part time jobs, they spent all their free time at the farm.

As they sprinted back to the house, Stacy pulling ahead, he wondered what had
just happened. He had her pinned when he started rubbing his member against
her pelvis, her short, tight cut-offs providing good friction. She was better
than him at just about everything, something she was demonstrating right now,
running faster than him. Had she become better than him at wrasslin'? Nah. He
was busy ejaculating into his bathing trunks and was distracted. Next time
he'd have to pay better attention.

Stacy was indeed strong for a girl, and she was a natural at just about every
sport she ever tried. The coaches at the high school were constantly trying to
recruit her for their sport, just from seeing in gym class how much better she
was at just about everything than any other girl. But she wasn't interested,
being too much of a free spirit for any kind of organized sports.

Rod did okay but was really in the middle of the pack when compared to other
guys. He was about five-nine and about a hundred and sixty pounds, and pretty
average physically. Stacy stood about five-five and was about a hundred forty
pounds of super active tomboy, as previously stated. In addition to all her
play type activities, she had to help around the farm, and if you've ever
spent a day loading hay into a loft, you know it's really hard work.

Late in the spring, a new gym called Planet Fitness opened a couple towns
over, and Stacy and Rod decided to join. She thought that working out with
weights might be fun and he thought for sure, that being a guy, and with his
size advantage, he'd widen the gap in their comparative strength, (if there
even was one).

A few weeks into the first month of working out at Planet Fitness, it became
evident that Rod was more interested in flirting with all the pretty girls who
were there getting fit and toned, you know, to look nice at the beach. Stacy
was somewhat more serious, and one night, during a really hard set of dumbbell
presses, trying to get the last rep out, with Rod spotting her under her
elbows, "Ungg", as she pushed the last one up without his help, thirty
pounders, pretty good for a sixteen year old girl. A few minutes later a woman
in pressed gym pants and a clean white tee shirt with the Planet Fitness logo
came up to them and told them, very politely that ,"We don't allow grunting at
Planet Fitness".

"Oh, sorry, I didn't even realize that I did it."

Rod kind of laughed as the woman walked away. "I think you're grunting is
sexy. You grunt when you work hard in wrasslin' and when you lift. But you
really grunted loud when I was rubbing against your crotch that day."

"Well, I guess I have to control it when I'm here, huh?" But she found that
she couldn't control it and after the third time she was asked to leave.

"You've violated the dress code as well."

"Dress code?"

"No cut-offs allowed."

Stacy held back tears as she took off her workout gloves, the only female
there that wore them. "Are you coming, Rod?"

"They didn't throw me out. I don't grunt when I lift."

She shot him an angry look. "You just don't try as hard as me. I can't believe
you didn't defend me."

"Save your grunting for when I'm rubbing up against you."

"Like that's gonna happen any time soon." She turned and stomped out, furious,
as mad at Rod as she was at the gym.

She came back two days later and was told her gym membership had been revoked,
this time by the manager. "Read the fine print ma'am. By signing the contract
you agreed to the rules."

"Well, I want my money back."

"Sorry. No refunds. That's also in the contract you signed. Besides, you don't
really fit it here. You look sort of rough around the edges, if you know what
I mean. Do you see any other girls like yourself in here?"

Stacy was not about to take this lying down. On the phone that night, she told
him, "Rod, I'm very upset with you for not defending me at the place, you
know, 'Workout Lite'. Don't come around for a while until I cool off."

"How long will that be?"

"I don't know, maybe a year. Just don't come around. Go hang out with those
gym bunnies. I'll call you." So, Rod didn't get to wrestle with Stacy again to
prove to himself that her winding up on top that last time was a fluke.

Now, a little over a year had gone by. Stacy had really gone out of her way to
avoid Rod, but he had heard stuff at school about how she was widening the gap
between her and all the other girls in the school in gym class as far as
athletic abilities were concerned. So he was pretty excited when she invited
him over to the farm for a visit and maybe some swimming, (and wrestling and
rubbing, he hoped).

"All is forgiven, Cous'."

"What took so long?"

"I want you to see this cool obstacle course sort of thing I've set up. I
wanted it to be done before I invited you back."

It only took him a half hour before he was at the farm, clearly excited about
seeing his cousin again. Although she was still a tomboy through and through,
Stacy had gotten a nicer hair style and now wore those big hoop earrings. She
was very pretty and no one would say she didn't fit in anymore. When she
greeted him, she was wearing her trademark short cutoffs, along with a long
sleeve baseball shirt, you know, one of those ones with an off-white pinstripe
body and blue sleeves. The shirt was very tight and while no skin was showing
other than her muscular legs, she had a noticeable taper from her wide
shoulders down to a tight waist and you could tell that her arms were pretty
big.

"Wow, Stacy, you look pretty strong."

"I am pretty strong, always have been."

"I'd like to see more."

"Later. Let's go. You see that wall with the rope hanging?" He nodded. "Well,
you run to it, grab the rope, and then go up and over.

"Wow, that's almost fifteen feet."

"Yeah, it's getting too easy." And off she went, running even faster than he
remembered from a year ago. She hit the wall with a leading foot, "Ungh",
pulled and climbed up and was over in about five seconds. Actually, she didn't
go over, she sat on the top of the wall shouting encouragement to Rod. And boy
did he need it. After his first fail attempt at even stepping and grabbing the
rope at the same time, "It's okay, man. There's lots of technique involved.
Just start climbing hand over hand and walking up."

After ten grueling seconds, Stacy clamped her legs tightly around the top of
the wall and reached down, offering a helping hand. He was too frustrated with
himself to pay attention to how much strength she had put into pulling him up.
As they sat on the top, "Where'd you learn to do something like this?"

"The gym I go to."

"What kind of gym is that?"

"It's called a Crossfit Gym. Do you know what that is?"

""No, never heard of it. So you went to another gym?"

"Yeah, a real gym."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just kidding. Have you made good progress at your place?"

"I think so. I've gained five pounds since I started. Hopefully it's muscle."

"Let's get down and maybe you can show me." Stacy grunted as she pushed off
and did a graceful back flip down to the soft sand fifteen feet below on the
other side of the wall. Rod's landing was not as smooth. "Take off your shirt,
big boy." She watched as he removed his tee shirt, standing therein his
swimming shorts. "Yeah, I think that five pounds was muscle, or mostly muscle.
You look very, ... ..toned." She stifled a laugh as she turned towards the
next obstacle. "You see that beam?" All you have to do is walk from one end to
the other."

"That seems easy enough, but what about you?"

"What about me, what?"

"Show me your improvements?"

"After the next one. You can see my legs are more muscular, can't you?"

"Yeah, they sure are, but they were somewhat muscular before from running."

"Yeah, but they are more-so now, from other things too. You go first."

Rod went over and walked from one end to the other, wavering a little, as
anyone might. It's not as easy as it seems. Stacy's turn. She went over,
braced herself and then bent forward, grasping the beam with her hands and
went up into a handstand. She went the length of the beam balancing perfectly,
rock steady the whole time and faster than Rod had done it. When she completed
her dismount, she turned to Rod and smiled. "Pretty good, huh? The next one is
the rope climb. Are you ready?"

"Yeah. That was pretty amazing, Stacy." She turned to trot to the ropes. "Hey,
weren't you going to show me your progress?"

"Isn't it evident?"

"Yeah, but I mean ... .." She smiled again and then one at a time, she
unbuttoned her shirt, dropping it at her feet. Stacy was wearing a tank-top
and it was evident that her shoulders and arms were much more than toned. They
were chiseled, and bigger than his to boot. He gulped. "You don't look pretty
strong, you look really strong."

"I am." Over to the ropes, she grabbed and went up the twenty feet quickly her
arms and shoulders exploding into detail as she made her way up with her legs
cantilevered in a v out in from of her. Reaching the top, she looked down and
made a waving motion for Rod to start coming up the other rope, which meant
that she was hanging on with one hand. As Rod started climbing slowly up, she
came down and made it almost got back up before he finished. After they got
back down to earth, Stacy pulled her tank top off. She had a bikini top on.
Her breasts were average in size, but as firm as could be and sitting atop
deep pecs, really stood out. But, even though Rod liked nice tits as well as
the next guy, he stood there, mouth open, staring at the most incredibly
detailed torso imaginable. Not just abs, but obliques, serratus, the whole
nine yards. She had no fat whatsoever, just perfectly trained muscle.

"You used to out-weigh me by about twenty pounds, and now it's less than ten.
Then if you consider body-fat levels, when it comes to lean muscle mass, I now
out-weigh you. Aren't you glad you stayed at that sorry excuse for a gym and
got toned? I know I'm sure glad I didn't."

"You're incredible. Probably stronger than me now, huh?"

"Rod I know you work out, but I have to suppress a laugh when I call it
working out. You might be a little stronger than average, but compared to me,
you're a total fucking weakling. To give you some perspective, people who do
crossfit are amazingly strong. There are two guys at the crossfit gym where I
work out who are the same size as me. I keep up with one of them and I'm ahead
of the other. The other is more than twice as strong as you. Come on. Let's
see if you can do the next event at all."

Rod was kind of shocked that Stacy had dropped the f bomb. Indeed, with her
now totally jacked body, she seemed to have a bit of assertiveness to her. She
was always confident , but she just seemed different now. Anyway, they went
over to where there was a log that had had two handle grips carved into it.
Rod looked over at Stacy who stood there with a shit-eating grin on her face.
"What do we do with this?"

"Lift it as high as you can." After quite a struggle, he managed to do
something akin to a deadlift. "My turn. Unghhhhhh." It was over her head in a
flash. Dropping it to the ground with a loud crash, Stacy looked over at the
astonished Rod. "That was over two-hundred pounds. You struggled to get it to
your knees. You saw what I did. On to the next event. I think I'm ready for
that long overdue wresting match, you know, the kind where we wind up rubbing
against each other at the end. I wonder who's gonna wind up on top."

A clearly nervous Rod started backing up, sensing a change in Stacy's mood.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this. I can see that you're stronger than me. You'd
probably win, I'll concede that."

"No way you're backing out, cous'. Believe it or not I'm still annoyed that
you didn't stand up for me back at Workout Lite. Now it's time for you to see,
and to actually feel the results that come from what putting real effort into
your workouts, grunts and all, can produce. And I'm not probably gonna win.
I'm going to mop the floor, or rather the grass with you. I am so much
stronger than it's hard to believe you even work out at all, by way of
comparison. And I have better conditioning and athletic skills. This is going
to be pretty one sided, if you know what I mean."

They faced off, crouching, looking for an opening, and then they locked up
arms and shoulders. Rod could immediately feel her power as she easily pushed
him around. And then to further emphasize her advantage, she dropped one arm
and continued to move him about just as easily. After several more seconds of
jostling, Stacy suddenly pushed hard with that one arm while bracing her
strong body with her muscular legs, and then stood up and backed off as Rod
fell onto his back. "Come on, get up and try again."

They circled each other, Stacy coming in low, preparing to grab his legs. But
it didn't work out that way. She tripped over a root or something sticking out
of the ground and as she fell to her hands and knees Rod saw his chance, what
might turn out to be his only hope. He clamped his legs around her neck and
then sat down as her face got pushed into the ground. "Ha, I got you. I guess
all that crossfit stuff ... .." but before he could finish his thought, show
quickness and athletic ability that he simply could not compete with, Stacy
pushed off with her powerful legs, flipping her body over her head and coming
down on top of him.

Now her legs went around his head and neck so momentarily they each had the
others head secured. But not for long. Stacy torqued to the right, and
although Rod was now on top of her, his scissors was broken and it was his
face pushing into the grass. Before he could make a move, Stacy grabbed his
ankles and demonstrating that her arms were stronger than his legs, she spread
them painful out to the sides. And then, just using the power of her chiseled
torso, she started bending at the waist and the knees.

Soon enough, she was in an upright position, though still on her knees, he was
upside down behind her, his face mashed even worse into the ground and his
legs pushed farther out to the sides than they had ever been. A few seconds of
the hold, and then, Stacy pulled forward a little and then thrust back hard,
"Ungh," with her muscular hips. Rod wound up on his back and Stacy wound up on
his chest. "Now for some rubbing, Rod." She scooched forward, planted her
crotch on his face and began to grind. It was very painful for poor outclassed
Rod and he began thrashing his legs like crazy.

Stacy simply reached back, and once again his legs were captured and he was
being folded in half. But Stacy was finding that she wasn't getting the kind
of sensations that she wanted due to the thickness of her denim cutoffs. She
released him and hopped to her feet. Dropping her cut-offs, underneath she had
on very short gym shorts with the inscription "Bad-Ass" across the back. They
were tight enough that you could see some definition through the stretchy
material and really emphasizing that that ass was all muscle too, the dimples
where her glutes met her lower back very pronounced,.

Stacy was hoping that Rod would attack her from behind, so she did a lazy
stretch, her powerful arms above her head to give him time. He did not
disappoint. But it didn't matter. In seconds she was back in control and spent
the next several minutes wildly rolling around on the ground while twisting
him into one painful position after another, completely overwhelming him with
her strength and athletic ability, like she said, a totally one sided
mis-match. She eventually wound up sitting on his butt, her legs entwined with
his and stretching them out while one arm wrapped across the front of his
chest, arching him back, as she leaned forward on her other arm and stared
back at his pained face.

Tiring of the ease with which she was handling him while at the same time
getting very turned on by her own awesome skills and strength, Stacy unraveled
her perfectly muscled body from his and stood up. Rod didn't have the strength
to get up beyond his hands and knees. As she walked around him while he tried
to gather himself, she taunted him. "That's what you get, Rod. You didn't
defend me. You spent a year at that ridiculous excuse for a gym and in the
meantime I turned myself into a physical specimen that you just can't keep up
with, not even close."

She went over and picked up the two-hundred pound plus log and started to
press it repeated over her head, grunting with each powerful push. Suddenly,
she dropped it again and went back to where he was, now in a seated position.
"Are you ready?"

"For what?"

"A little rubbing." Before he could respond, "Hey, I just thought of
something. You said that you thought my grunting was sexy." She reached down
with one hand and grabbed him under an armpit, jerking him to his feet. In one
smooth motion, he was across her broad shoulders. "Ungh," Rod was pushed him
skyward as easily as she had lifted that log. Stacy pressed him at least ten
times, each grunt sounding less and less like effort and more and more like
she was getting super aroused.

She probably could have continued pressing him indefinitely, but she was ready
to move on. Throwing him on the ground she pounced on Rod, facing his feet.
Now with just the workout shorts, she was getting what she wanted through the
thin material. Rod's arms went under the folds of her knees and she started to
ride his face with as much intensity as she put into her crossfit workouts.
She reached down and pulled his bathing suit off and his bad boy sprang to
life.

"Ha, I knew my physical superiority would turn you on as much as it does me.
All guys are like that, even if they won't admit it." She left his legs loose
since at this point he was totally defeated and in surrender mode. As she rode
his face, she pulled her top off and fondled her breasts, and the orgasms
starting and soon piling one on top of the next,,"Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," not
stopping until she was interrupted by some hot viscous fluid splattering on
her perfect torso.

Stacy opened her eyes to see the last twitchings of Rod's dick. "Yes, yes. The
older girls at the gym said if you can make a guy come without any touching,
you are a Goddess. I guess I've just become one." She lifted up onto her
haunches to look down at his face, which was all red. Then she realized that
he had not only come without touching, but also without being conscious. Stacy
got up off Rod and removed her shorts, which were pretty wet and sticky from
her own fluids. When he finally came around, he leaned on his elbow and
watched in amazement as Stacy did muscle-ups on the rings that hung from a
tree, one after the other, "unghh, unghh, unghh,." his cock once again rising
to the occasion, a salute to her awesomeness.

When she saw that he was awake, she came over and pushed him onto his back and
then captured his legs with hers. She crossed his arms over his chest and held
them there with one hand, another demonstration of the vast difference in
strength a year in a cross-fit gym can make compared to a year in a place
where you're discouraged from putting in any real effort. Reaching down with
her free hand, she guided him in. Then she pinned his hands to the sides of
his head and stared down at him as she rode him for over an hour, non-stop, at
times pounding so hard and clenching so tightly with each mind blowing
meltdown that she actually lifted his hips off the ground at times with her
upward movements.

They only wrestled one more time after that and that was when he brought a
friend along. She cleaned both of their clocks at the same time. And though
there was no point in wrestling, no competition for her, no chance for him,
they still had regular couplings and there could be no doubt as to who would
wind up on top every time.

One night, a few months later, Stacy stepped out of character with some
make-up and fancy workout clothes. Going back to the Planet Fitness, getting
there only a half hour before it closed, she zeroed in on the manager, but he
was already scoping her out as soon as she walked through the door. She looked
very beautiful with her big earrings and her long auburn hair, and while the
workout outfit hid her muscles, it didn't hide the fact that she had a great
body.

"Well, hello miss. Are you a member here?"

"No but I'd like to join. Do you have personal trainers here?"

"Yes, we do. I happen to be one myself. I can get you signed up, and we can do
a personal training session tomorrow, since it's only a half hour till closing
right now."

"Oh, bummer. And I came so far and I really wanted to get started tonight."
Stacy had somehow developed some powerful flirting skills so in addition to
looking so hot, when she gently put her hand on his chest and begged him for a
session of training, batting her eyelashes, he caved.

"Well, maybe this once, after I close up, we can do some." What he had in mind
was some fucking. After the last person left, he locked the front doors and
escorted Stacy to the second room where there were no windows to the outside.
He figured he didn't want anyone being able to see as he took advantage of
this hot young beauty. It couldn't have worked out any better for her, either,
no witnesses for what she had in mind.

Once they were in the room, she asked him, "You don't recognize me, do you?"

"I would remember a hot babe like you. Should I?"

"A little over a year ago, you threw me out and canceled my membership for
grunting when I exercised and for wearing cut-offs."

"Oh yeah. Well, you dolled up real nice. You'll fit in now."

"I don't want to fit in to this joke of a gym. I came for my money back."

"Ha, ha. How are you gonna do that? Do you have a weapon or something?"

"You might say that." The jerky manager actually thought she might have a gun
or something. Thinking fast, he ran to the wall to set off the fire alarm and
spoil her plan. But before he got there, a strong hand grabbed him by the arm,
and flung him back into the middle of the room where he fell onto the mats. He
was maybe a little bigger than Rod, certainly better conditioned, but not
much. Not that it mattered.

Before he could recover, she had removed her workout suit and stood there in
those old faded cut-offs and a too small wife-beater, the straps digging into
her broad shoulders, the shortness of it riding up, revealing much of her
powerful torso. In the last few months, she had gotten even more jacked than
when she had had her way with Rod. "My weapon, my body. I look really strong,
don't I? Nod your head. Well, Mr. No Grunting, this is a crossfit body and
most crossfitters are even a lot stronger than they look."

Sensing that he was going to have to fight his way out of this, he ambled to
his feet and came at her swinging, connecting every blow with no effect
whatsoever on her hard physique. Now, Stacy had never thrown a punch, at least
not since she was a little kid, but as with everything with her, she was
proving very adept, grunting with every jarring blow, knocking him back each
time.

Soon he was on the mat. She leaped on him. If what she had done to Rod a
couple of months before was one sided, now she was an absolute beast, so angry
at this man. By the time she was done with him, he had bruises all over his
body and many ligament and tendons were strained or pulled. And then for two
hours, crossfit pussy met Planet Fitness face.

When they found him in the morning, he was naked and hog-tied with her torn up
workout outfit. By the way, she got her money back.