Explorus Innuendous Colossus

Endurance.

By Quantum

Gilda grunted heavily, slamming herself into the chair. "Come on hot stuff, don't go easy this time," Gilda growled to herself, preparing to spread her legs open. She could feel the excitement building inside her, the thought of the physical intimacy they currently shared occupying her every thought. They would be pushing the limits this time, trying stuff that usually left her spent, aching and collapsed on the floor.

Thrusting her legs apart, she felt the familiar burn between her thighs that she put up with this for. She'd be lucky if she could walk afterwards, which is why her wings were secure behind her back while her hips and thighs built up a steady rhythm. "That's it, enjoy the pain and the feeling," Gilda moaned, building her rhythm up faster and harder. The burning increased, making the feathered bully gasp with excitement. Her usual partner had warned her against this, but she certainly didn't have the endurance to keep up with Gilda. She always dropped out before the climax; the wonderful period following their frowned-upon workout.

Redoubling her efforts, she gradually grew short of breath and her face grew warm. "Ahh, come on, just a... few... more!" she whimpered, the burning in her thighs becoming unbearable. Suddenly, before the pressure grew too great, she leapt off her mount and wobbled uncertainly to another seat, fixed in a different position. Her sweaty, abused body was near breaking point, but she was determined to continue.

Sliding herself into her next clean seat, she grasped a cool, textured shaft with her talons. It didn't matter about the shaft; she was doing this for herself. She was in complete command. Gilda started slowly, moving her flexible wrist up and down, taking the shaft with it. The muscles in her arm began to strain, protesting. Despite the growing burn in her arm, she continued to pump the shaft up and down, revelling in the cool breeze the action generated. It wouldn't be long before she was once again covered in hot, salty liquid.

Eventually the burning in one arm became too great, causing Gilda to curse profusely. She never ran out of energy; her endurance was legendary. She reluctantly used her other wrist after much deliberation. It was important for her to use both wrists equally. She started slamming the shaft back and forth, venting her anger into the movement. After several minutes more of this teasing, Gilda looked down to discover she was completely covered in the salty fluid dripping off her stomach and down her flanks.

"That'll have to do for today..." Gilda sighed reluctantly, casting a fond gaze over the machines that had brought her so much pleasure in such a little time. It hadn't been easy buying them; she'd received a lot of interested looks, but a quick flash of her muscles and talons quickly set them straight. Grabbing a towel, she wiped herself down and set to work cleaning the gym equipment, cleaning the thigh crunch and free-weight machines.