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Sex Workout

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by BlackKnife

That late at night, it was only natural that their apartment’s gym would be deserted. Michael liked it that way, personally: being alone with his lady in an intimate setting, the lights dimmed, the doors locked, none of the demands of the world pressing on their minds.

A gym is one of those places where you are at your most vulnerable, exposing yourself to the world as you struggle against the forces of entropy to better yourself, to shrug off the weakness to which all mortals were naturally heirs. Sharing his time in the gym with Elnora was one of the many little ways that Michael had of letting her into his world, showing her just how much he trusted her, and how much she could trust him. The feeling was at once deeply romantic, and deeply sensual.

Elnora, being the sort of person to take charge when left to her own devices, had of course decided to take matters to their logical conclusion.

“You know,” the military-trim, dark-furred canine muttered as he scratched the back of his head, the fur there buzzed to an equally military cut, looking up and down at the busty Akita unashamedly parading before him, the towel draped across her neck and a pair of fingerless weightlifting gloves her only covering, “I’m pretty sure this isn’t proper attire for a workout.”

“Only if you’re being boring,” Elnora retorted with a teasing, toothy grin, then slapped her rock-hard abdomen. “For me, it’s the only way to work out properly. How else am I gonna be able to see if I’m doing it right? Results speak louder than anything else, after all,” she added, flexing one solidly-muscled bicep.

“Those results look pretty good to me,” admitted Michael, his shorts feeling more than a little tight as he looked his lady up and down, taking full advantage of the opportunity her present nudity afforded him. Giggling a little as she saw the muscular male looking her over, Elnora obligingly did a slow turn, giving him a chance to take it all in, from full, flawless, pink-capped breasts, to toned belly, to tight, powerful butt, its dimples clearly visible through the ruddy fur to either side of her curly Akita’s tail. The ruddy color of her fur was broken by an “underbelly” region of snowy white, framing the delicate pink parts that lay right between her legs and beneath her tail, making them stand out all the more clearly, immediately drawing the eye of any onlooker. In this case, that onlooker was Elnora’s beau, Michael.

“Now it’s your turn, Mike,” the naughty lady demanded, leaning casually against the mirror covering one wall of the private workout room. “C’mon, if we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this together. Best way for me to make sure you aren’t slacking off,” she remarked, laughing.

The canine couple had come together some time ago quite naturally enough. Elnora was a truly phenomenal fighter, going toe-to-toe with some of the major names in the business on a regular basis. She was also an ex-major in Delta Force (or semi-ex, rather, reserve status being a highly theoretical state of being), and had been one of their better officers by any standard, her attention to detail in the sculpting of her body indicative of a similar attention to detail in planning and executing counter-terrorist operations. Everything she had, each and every muscle standing out through her fluffy red-and-white fur in clear definition, was all-natural, the results of good genes and good, clean living…and a lot of brutal, near-obsessive work in the gym; when she said something related to physical fitness, even if it was something silly like how good working out naked could be, it was generally wise to listen to her.

Michael Sanchez, on the other hand, was an Army Ranger, literally born and raised, the product of genetic engineering and selective breeding to create a “super soldier.” The results spoke for themselves, his body trim, tight, and chiseled. A regime of diet and exercise that would have given a normal person a model-perfect shape went even further for him, his body made to soak up everything he put into it, making every bit of work count. And he did a lot more than a normal fitness regime.

His only serious regret was that the process that had made him able to press beyond the limits of the common soldier had also left him sterile, his genes too tailored to allow him to produce children. Even with the love of his life, Elnora.

Until Elnora had entered semi-retirement, she and Michael had kept their relationship toned down a little, so as to avoid the complications that dating a fellow service person entailed. Elnora had been the one to insist on this point, despite how much she loved Michael’s cooking (and the black-and-white canine was a very good cook), and how gentle he could be with her, treating her like a lady instead of “one of the guys” or as a mere sex object to be conquered. Once she’d gone into reserve status, though, fireworks sparked, and neither of them had looked back since.

Michael was the solid, stolid sort, brave and strong and dutiful, the sort of person on whom you could build a firm foundation for a relationship. Elnora, meanwhile, was the adventurous one. If they ended up having a threesome, it was because of Elnora’s eagerness to try out new things and test limits to see if something better and more exciting could come out of those pushed boundaries. While this could sometimes make Michael uncomfortable (especially on the occasions where she’d tried to pair up her beau with another guy – while not opposed to male-on-male in principle, Michael had some reservations about the actual act), just as often it could drive him wild with eager desire.

This was one of those times, as became painfully obvious the moment the tight-bodied canid peeled off his shorts, showing off one of the most obvious results from the program that had produced him. A result dangling right between his legs.

Well, not exactly dangling. More like pointing!

“Somebody looks happy to see me,” giggled the Akita, casually tossing her towel over a nearby treadmill and turning away from Michael, putting some deliberate extra sway into her hips as she walked, making the chunk in her skunk do all sorts of enticing things, framed as it was by her upturned, curly tail. “Much as I like you looking at me, Mike, I’d rather you not stand there and stare all night. I mean, eventually the janitors are gonna want to clean up in here. Especially after the mess I wanna make!”

“Yes ma’am!” Michael returned with a silly salute, nowhere approaching military protocol, but enough to let Elnora know he really was going to let her be in charge here, letting her take the initiative, set the limits. Lucky for him, as far as Elnora was concerned, limits were for pussies! He promptly started after her, walking a little funny with the horsedong (or, rather, its canine equivalent) jutting out from his groin, but all that training to march in formation turned out to be good for something, since he managed not to get tangled up in his own bits, or to break stride as Elnora turned to face him, then seated herself not far from the big, wall-covering mirror, facing toward it. She’d left more than enough room between her feet and the mirror for the dark-furred canine to take his own seat on the floor facing her, a station that he promptly filled, licking his lips only once in his efforts not to drool too obviously at the sight of those flawless, white-furred melons thrust toward him, his self-control enough to let him keep from losing all his senses over one gorgeous Akitababe. Even if that Akitababe was his.

“Core first,” Elnora instructed Michael with a teasing smirk, placing her hands on her boyfriend’s ankles, her touch a tender caress that soon hardened into a rock-solid grip. “That means crunches, kiddo.” Her smirk turned to a rather predatory, sharp-toothed grin. “Which means it’s your turn to play eye candy, Mikey.”

“Don’t call me Mikey,” growled Michael back, mostly jokingly, before he crossed his hands on his chest, and slowly let himself drop in a controlled fall to the floor. Lucky for them both the staff around the place kept the gym squeaky clean, the foam rubber padding softening the impact of Michael’s first press of the back of his head against its surface.

Without missing a beat, as Michael started to tense, then to rise once more, curling forward until his shoulder blades and upper back left the floor, his belly tight, the abdominals standing out in perfect eight-pack definition through his well-groomed fur, Elnora smoothly shifted her weight, resting her shins evenly over Michael’s feet, so as to spread out her weight evenly and avoid hurting him, which also incidentally freed up her hands. Those hands went just as smoothly to his inner thighs, while the well-endowed woman leaned toward her fuzzy lover, catching him partially off-guard with her kiss on his second crunch.

“Don’t stop on my account, soldier boy,” she added, stifling anything he might have said with a finger on his lips, encouraging him to continue what he’d been doing, lowering his upper body back to the floor with the same slow, steady pace he’d made sure to use on the first crunch, and would continue to use on every one that followed. “I’ve got things to keep me occupied over here while you work out.” One hand wrapped around his member, which had softened slightly when he’d lain down and couldn’t keep his eyes on her all the time, two strokes all it took to reawaken the beast to full utility. “So much to do,” she muttered with a happy wag of her fluffy tail, “and so little time.”

“You know,” Michael quipped, his voice just starting to show that little bit of tension that came from sexual eagerness as he began his third crunch, then finished it as he ended his sentence, “I think I could use some extra attention to my core. It’s an important part of the body, after all, so I guess it’ll take a lot of time to properly, uh, stretch it out.” His grin at the end of his attempt to work some innuendo on Elnora was, of course, sheepish, even as he started his fourth slow, controlled crunch up, his whole body tensed as he fought to focus all his concentration on moving only the parts that were supposed to move, and not moving the ones that weren’t, all while keeping from focusing too much on…well, pretty much everything that was going on between his legs right then. Elnora herself very much included in that category!

“Silly boy,” chuckled the Akitababe, leaning forward to stroke her soft-furred cheek against his endowment, first the white part, then the red, making sure to tease the slightly chilly tip of her black-padded nose against the glans, before her pink tongue flicked out, collecting the bead of precum that had started to form. “Tasty, though,” she added with a thoughtful expression as she made a show of rolling that droplet around in her mouth, like a sommelier sampling an expensive vintage. “Kind of rich, I think. You haven’t been masturbating much while you were on maneuvers, have you?”

“Kinda busy,” admitted Michael, the insides of his ears visibly flushing, while his whiskers spread out to dissipate the heat of his mild embarrassment as he focused all his efforts on continuing his slow and steady crunch motion, curling up just enough to tense up his abdomen, without going too far, and putting pointless strain on his lower back. “Not really time for, um, taking care of business, you know?”

“Pity that you’re not the sort who loves a sausage fest,” Elnora pouted, though she made sure to form her lips into that pout right up against the plump glans of Michael’s penis, wrapping them around his swollen tip, suckling for a short few moments, then releasing his glistening flesh back into the slightly chilly air with a soft ‘pop.’ “Of course, if you were, that might limit my hands-on fun with you, so I guess it evens out in the end.”

Before Michael could form a properly snarky response, he sucked in his breath, his belly rippling even more than was normal as the gorgeous woman easily wrapped her muzzle around his doghorse dong, and began to bob her head, taking him at the same pace he used for his crunches, painfully slow and agonizingly steady, getting herself down all the way to the middle part of his cock. That was about her limits without straining, and it was obvious that, for now at least, Elnora was in the ‘stretching’ phase of their sex, warming them both up for the more enthusiastic lovemaking that would surely take place, setting the tone, picking the pace. Every time he lifted himself up, she lowered herself down, making sure to work her throat a little harder each time, suppressing her gag reflex as she added an inch or two of downward thrust, looking straight into his brown eyes with her bright green ones, her gaze seeking his soul the same way her chin was seeking his balls.

Those white chin hairs just barely brushed Michael’s heavy sac before Elnora pulled herself all the way up, and off, her muzzle leaving the big dog’s penis with a reluctant slurping noise before she finally disengaged her lips from his now-glistening and rather significantly leaking prick.

“That’s a full set of sets,” she quipped with a wicked smile, knowing perfectly well in what state she’d left her faithful, needy boyfriend. “Guess you’re done for now.” She hooked her hands behind her head, and slowly lay herself back, Michael’s hands snapping instinctively to her ankles as she did so to provide extra support. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Yeah,” agreed Michael with a light snort and an eager grin of his own as he eyed Elnora’s nicely-swollen cunny, the plump inner labia sticking clearly out through the plush, white-furred outer labia, making it clear just how turned-on she’d become just from giving him a blowjob. Seriously, it was like the lady had a clitoris in her throat or something! “Your turn.”

Looking down at Michael as she completed her first upward crunch, Elnora paused for a moment, smiling at him as his muzzle met her pubis, kissing her bare fur. The white parts of her fur were especially soft, and he felt almost drunk on her heady aroma as he skirted the swollen folds of her puffy pudenda, tilting his head one way then another as he continued to kiss and to nibble his way to her innermost thighs. Hot breath steamed across Elnora’s cunny as Michael almost yielded to temptation, and she bared her tight-grit teeth as she slowly lay back once again, starting her second crunch.

“Guess I’m not the only one who’s a bastard here,” she got out tightly, her whole body shuddering as she sat up once more, then back down, fighting to focus all her efforts on the motions, and not what her lover was (almost) doing to her.

“Bitch,” Michael nearly whispered, his muzzle all the span of a whisker away from her needy, heavily-leaking slit. “What you are, my dearest, is a bitch.”

“I am rubberrrr!” Elnora started to counter with a laugh as she sat up once more, only to suddenly sink back to the floor much faster than she’d intended, her hands clenching into fists behind her head as the big male closed his lips in a tight seal around her clitoris, his tongue battering that throbbing lovebutton like it was a boxer’s speedbag. “You…are…glue,” she gasped out desperately, before her back arched upward as he released his deathlock on her clitty…only to plunge his cunning tongue into her depths. As he thrust forward, he parted his muzzle, letting her clitty rasp against the top of his inner jaw, his lower canines pricking her taut buttocks.

“You need to keep working, Elnora,” Michael reminded the Akitababe as he pulled his tongue free of her clenching depths, smacking his lips a few times to properly swallow the tasty juices he’d collected, before grinning at her, the fur of his muzzle matted down, his arms hooking beneath her bent legs. “Here, let me help add some…incline training. Just to make this a deeper workout.”

“You’re,” panted the ruddy-furred lady as she watched Michael lift her legs, instinctively wrapping her ankles behind his lower back as he fit his penis against her squishily yielding labia, “you’re all heart, Michael. Always thinking of what’s best for me.”

“Yep,” chuckled Michael, grunting softly as he slid his hips forward, smoothly sinking right to the hilt in Elnora’s frantically clenching depths. “All heart, and all cock, just like most guys.”

“I don’t think math works like that,” panted Elnora, the washboard of her belly flexing as she continued her crunches, each movement causing her inner walls to ripple and squeeze down on Michael’s erection, inner tremors that only grew more powerful, more pronounced, when his horse-sized doggy dong tapped her cervix.

“Like how one and one makes three?” Michael teased, rolling his hips forward and down, his tail flagging over his trim buttocks as he ground against Elnora’s gushing sex, then lifted himself up and back. “For everybody but me,” he added with a slightly wistful expression: one of the disadvantages of being genetically sterile.

Both lovers baring their teeth, Elnora continued her slow, steady curling, while Michael timed his thrusts and slow grinds in time with her workout, pulling out with each upward sitting motion, then pushing back in when she lay back down. Sometimes he’s angle his shaft downward, rasping its swollen head along the underside of the Akitababe’s vagina, sending tingles up and down her spine. Other times, his thrust would angle upward, dragging over her G-spot and making her entire body tremble and clench up. However he gave her his meat, though, Elnora couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling back into her head every time those fat balls clapped against her fuzzy tush. All her will had to focus down to a concentrated point just to keeping sitting up, rather than lying back and letting Michael do all the work she could feel he wanted to do, his muscles twitching beneath her clasped ankles.

“And that’s…that’s it,” panted Elnora as she held her tension on the last crunch, letting her position grip Michael’s shaft as tightly as her inner walls, putting an extra bend in his cock that just heightened every sensation. “Now, a little cooldown before the next exercise…”

“I think you mean ‘heat up,’” quipped Michael with a grin before he moved forward, covering Elnora fully, his toned rump clenching as he drove down into her, tail flagging as his balls slapped loudly against her buns, his hips against her inner thighs, filling the gym’s enclosure with the sounds of their coupling and her sudden wails of orgasm as her focused tension all suddenly centered down onto the single hard point of penetration where his body filled hers.

Growling, Michael seized Elnora’s full breasts in both hands, mauling them roughly, grinning like a savage when she squealed like a puppy as soon as his fingers squeezed her perked, fat nipples. Mmm, so appetizing…he couldn’t resist! Hips working like the action of a .50 caliber Browning, Michael only stopped the gorgeous woman’s big boobs from bouncing by engulfing one with his muzzle, gnawing and slurping greedily on the plump teat, leaving indentations in her fur where his oral fun got a little out of hand. Then he was sucking hungrily on the other breast, tongue flickering over the erect nipple before his lips closed into a tight seal, nursing on her with an animal hunger.

Feeling the first warning shots of precum splattering against her inner walls, sending orgasmic tremors running through her whole body, Elnora yowled more like a cat than a dog, her whole body bucking so powerfully, even Michael’s impressive physique was actually lifted off of her for a moment! That moment, in which he was forced to yield his deathgrip muzzlelock on her nipples, was enough for Elnora to turn onto her side, sinking her body smoothly up onto Michael’s glistening spearthrust erection, one leg lifting to allow her to scissor against him, resting against his chest while the other slid between his legs, still resting on the padded floor. This new position allowed Michael to grab onto Elnora’s uplifted leg, using it as a handle while his hips became a blur.

“Cumming!” he grunted out, his voice harsh with passion, before he suddenly thrust one more time, all the way to the hilt, and began to savagely grind his hips against Elnora’s spasming pussy.

“Yes!” wailed Elnora, jerking from side to side on the floor, her hands mauling her breasts even more viciously than Michael had been doing, blunt clawtips sinking into her rigid pink nipples. “Inside…all of it!”

“All of it,” as it turned out, was, as always, a bit ambitious, even for a woman as incredible as Elnora: Michael came a lot! Howling in unison, his hot cum splashed against her innermost places, gushing against her cervix like a firehose, flooding her womb and soon bursting out of her cunny all around his balls in the backwash.

“Hah,” panted Michael, leaning over to wrap Elnora in his embrace. “Hah…hah…you’re…still incredible…hon…”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” murmured Elnora, snuggling back into his gorgeous beau as he snuggled up against her back, his slowly-softening penis still inside her. “But you do realize...we’ve still got a whole workout yet to do?”

“It’s gonna take me a while to cum again,” Michael warned, having the strong suspicion that she’d be wanting at least as much “cardio” out of him as weight training in this session. And boy was it gonna be a long session!

“Well,” giggled Elnora girlishly as she wriggled free of his arms and got to her feet (only having to catch herself once on a nearby treadmill – she was more than woman enough not to end up walking funny, even after a pussy pounding like Michael could dish out…well, at least the first time), “then we should get started, don’t you think? Hmm,” she made a big show of pursing her lips as she took her time selecting their next workout machine. “That one,” she finally said, pointing even as Michael was getting to his feet.

“The standing rope pull?” Michael asked, not nearly as steady in his walk as Elnora, at least for the first little bit; he recovered pretty quickly, though, as he walked to the machine and took a firm grip on the ends of the knob-ended rope with both hands. He arched an eyebrow at Elnora. “This isn’t going to be a traditional workout, is it?”

“What’s the matter, Michael?” Elnora giggled again as she walked up behind him, squeezing her plush breasts against his upper back, her hands reaching around to caress his sculpted chest and belly. “Thinking I might be using you to satisfy my…how did the Supreme Court put it…’prurient interests’?”

“You know I’d never cast aspersions on the love of my life,” Michael laughed, before sucking in a short breath as Elnora’s hands got more than a little grabby, cupping and then fondling his heavy sac with surprising gentleness, considering her previous enthusiasm: she understood that he was still sensitive from his orgasm, and was showing him her more tender side, letting him get back into sexing fit more naturally, rather than forcing the issue.

“Doesn’t look like you’re complaining, either,” Elnora snickered, resting her chin on Michael’s shoulder as she smiled down at his prick, watching with interest as his semi-floppy shaft started to get life back into it, inflating gradually under the ministrations of her gentle hands. “Just take it nice and slow, the way all our instructors taught us, and I’ll do the same…but in all the best ways.”

Michael didn’t reply as Elnora slid around him and sank to her knees. He was far too busy trying his level best to focus, to concentrate on the feel of the heavy weights resisting his muscles as he began pressing down the rope, feeling the tension in his triceps this effort brought, and the strain on his forearms as well, magnified when he curled the rope outward at the end of the downward push, his shoulders now sharing some of the pressure. Focusing on the effects of this exercise was all that kept him from losing control far sooner than either he or Elnora wanted as she knelt before him, guiding his pride between her plush, yielding breasts.

“You feel so hot, Michael,” Elnora almost whispered, letting the heat of her words tease over the swollen tip of the canine’s glans, already starting to bubble with precum once again in the intense sensitivity of his recent orgasm. “Mmm, I can feel your pulse against my body,” she leaned forward as she spoke, her lips parting sensuously. “And against my tongue.”

Just the sound of Elnora’s voice was enough to make Michael’s cock throb, and when he felt her muzzle wrap slowly around his aching organ, well, he couldn’t stop himself from looking. She was looking up at him with those eager green eyes, her fluffy tail wagging in a frenzy of joy right between the taut dimples of her rounded, sleekly muscular bottom. And there was his cock, disappearing inch by meaty inch down her throat, the rest sandwiched between her pillowy breasts like an especially meaty sausage in a bun just barely big enough to contain it. Using her upper arms, she squeezed her mammaries together, while cupping and then caressing his heavy sac in both hands. Even as one finger slid back, into the tender spots of his perineal region, pressing inward slightly to stimulate all the accessory organs that lay just beneath the tissues of that delicate area, her head sank forward and down, her eyes growing heavy-lidded as she concentrated on taking him as deep as she could, even if it meant she had to sacrifice breathing and gag reflex both to manage it. She was going to take her beau to the roots, and nothing was going to stop her!

Elnora could feel Michael’s pulse through his fat, heavy balls as well as his penis, she realized suddenly. The hefty twin organs encased in their tender purse of flesh and soft fur were fed with throbbing veins, filled with rich heartblood. So was his penis, truth be told, and she hadn’t been kidding about being able to feel its throb under her tongue. Pulling her head back, she traced those numerous veins with the very tip of that oral organ, feeling a thrill of pride and excitement at the soft moan this drew from the beautiful male standing before her, trying to desperately to focus on the downward thrust of his arms rather than the tingling shocks of pleasure she was sending shooting straight up his spine to his pleasure-steamed brain.

That was when Elnora’s brain shut off, and she just focused on bobbing her head, all the way down, until she could swear she felt that horse-sized shaft tickling her lungs! Her throat rippled, and Michael groaned, louder than before, forced to go up onto tippy-toes as he soon felt his control slipping away. That control was vanishing even faster with the way Elnora was stroking his sac, teasing her blunt clawtips lightly along the raphe on its underside, and then further back, into the crease of his buttocks. She was gripping his buns tightly, fingers sinking into his soft fur and taut flesh to use that grip as leverage even as Michael fought with all his might to pay attention to his arms, and not to look down at the beatific expression on his oxygen-starved girlfriend’s face as she bobbed her head over half his length, the other half squeezed snugly between her flawless, upthrust mammaries.

“Twelve,” he suddenly gasped out, letting the weights click back into place, more loudly than he’d intended; he’d almost lost control, and the sound of metal on metal was the surest sign of how close he’d gotten to giving into the temptation to feed Elnora another heavy load of thick cum. If she’d wanted to, she could certainly have driven the point home: right then Michael was on-edge, trembling as he stood before his lady, without even the weights to take some of his attention, and even a hair’s more stimulation would make him pop! But she didn’t want him cumming in her mouth…well, not yet, anyway. No, she had far more pleasurable places for his next load in mind, and with a slick, wet slurp and pop, she released his aching organ back into the open air.

“Hah,” gasped Elnora, sucking in great lungfulls of air as she slowly got to her feet, Michael’s hand there to help her up in an instant. “Hah…hah…you’ve got…good control…Michael.” Then she grinned at him, and leaned in for a kiss that caught him off-guard, letting him taste his own precum on her tongue as it wrestled with his. “Mmm, and if you’d lost it, you’d have gotten a lot more than just a taste of yourself!” she added with a laugh as she broke the kiss, then glanced around. “Now it’s my turn,” she concluded once her eyes came to a rest on the machine she wanted to use next for her naughty gym play, not even bothering to cover her true intentions with more than the thinnest veneer.

The machine Michael saw that Elnora had selected (when he was able to tear his eyes away from that gorgeous fluffy butt, that is!) was the pectoral fly. To use the machine, one sat on the saddle, and pressed one’s arms against the pads to either side, pressing them inward, working the muscles of the chest all the way to the middle region, where muscle connected to the bone of the sternum. Of course, in order to get the proper stance needed for the exercise, you had to seat yourself with your legs splayed apart, all the better to grip the floor, getting that extra stability to leverage the weights upward. This was exactly what Elnora did after she seated herself, spreading her thighs wide, letting Michael see everything she had on full display, her pink parts flushed, almost painfully swollen-looking, her juices leaking copiously out onto the padding of the saddle beneath her toned buns as she faced him.

As Elnora’s muscles started to stand out beneath her fluffy fur, belly tightening, butt tense, tail still, breasts starting to look even larger than usual thanks to the powerful tension behind them, Michael knew the only way his lady could be any more obvious about what she wanted was to give him an engraved invitation!

Right above his head, the unpadded parts of the bars for Elnora’s arms clacked together lightly, just as Michael knelt between her legs. Tall as he was, Michael had to duck a bit to make sure he didn’t get his ears clipped – lucky thing Elnora had such good form and control, or he might’ve gotten a little bumped there. Placing his hands on her inner thighs, then digging his fingers in just a little, the big black-and-white canine leaned in, pursing his lips to let a stream of lightly cooled air tease across Elnora’s throbbing clitoris. That almost made her lose her composure, drawing a whimper from the Akita as she bit her lower lip, every muscle in her body standing out with the force of tension that engulfed her, veins clearly visible through thick, ruddy fur.

“Don’t worry,” Michael said soothingly, letting the breath of each word send warm air to follow cool, making Elnora’s whole body tremble as she started to pant, desperate not to lose control of the heavy weights she was even then pressing together once more. “I won’t tease you for long.”

Taking a little muzzleful of soft fur and tender flesh between his lips, right in the tender spot where inner thighs started to give way to labia, Michael suckled on it, then released it a moment later, only to repeat the action on the other side. Whining now, almost whimpering in desperation, Elnora squirmed in her seat, going up on the balls of her feet as Michael worked his way inward, closer to her aching, steaming sex…closer…and closer still…

“AAAIIIIIIII_IIEEEEEEE_!” she suddenly screamed, slamming the arm bars in front of her with the force of the rush of pleasure that blasted through her as Michael did indeed quit his teasing, and started to lick her gushing slit in a sharklike feeding frenzy! When the gym wasn’t being filled with Elnora’s loud screams and wails as her whole body jerked and spasmed, it was replaced (though admittedly in fairly brief intervals) by the luscious slurping of Michael’s tongue against the Akita’s pussy, lashing her into a desperate fever pitch of electric orgasms.

Behind her, the weights clanged loudly back into place, while Elnora’s back arched, her hips thrusting forward and up. Undaunted, determined to give his all to the effort with all the military excellence he’d trained to provide, Michael thrust his fingers, three of them, into Elnora’s clenching cunny, even as he began to center the lapping of his tongue down into a steadily narrowing circle, and then finally right over her clitty. Soon he was wrapping his lips around that erect pleasure-bud, his eyes almost closed as he savored the sweet flavor of his love’s succulent flesh under his tongue, all while his hand was pumping with piston power, driving his fingers in and out of her sex, four of them now, his ears laid back to protect them from the high-pitched squeals his efforts drew from Elnora’s throat and powerful lungs. The pectoral fly equipment, as it turned out, acted almost like a bondage rack, keeping Elnora’s arms behind the bars, where she couldn’t easily extract them while in the throes of so many rapidfire orgasms, while her feet hooked into the stops at the base of the machine, holding her firmly in place, unable to do anything but endure everything Michael intended to dish out. And he intended to give her everything.

Long minutes later, smacking his lips, Michael finally – finally! – pulled back, grinning up at the heavily panting Akita as she lay limply against the weight machine, a hot and sweaty and heavily-panting mess. The saddle beneath her was probably going to need to be replaced, it was that thoroughly soaked. Of course, by that point his chin and upper chest were soaked through as well, and he turned his head slightly to wipe them off on his arm. When he turned back, his eyes widened as he saw Elnora glaring at him, a fiend’s grin plastered on her beautiful face.

“Now Elnora,” Michael began, lifting his hands placatingly. “It was your idea. Let’s not do anything too hasty…”

By that point, though, Elnora wasn’t listening. Seizing Michael by his shoulders as she surged to her feet, she shoved him back, forcing him to a standing position before pushing him toward the far wall, where a rack of weights were set up for bench presses. Catching the backs of his legs on the bench, Michael tumbled onto his back on the padded surface, and before he could think to rise (he was, after all, still more than a little drunk on his girlfriend’s sweet juices and heady pheromones), she’d racked up a full set of weights onto the bar, and hoisted it up and over him with a loud snarl of savage passion. If Michael hadn’t been in such incredible shape, he might have been injured as the weights came down on top of him! As it was, however, he caught them, muscles standing out all over his body as he grunted them down slowly, turning the drop into a proper, controlled bench press.

Of course, the very weight itself made that same bench press into a remarkably effective bondage tool. For all practical intents and purposes, Michael was now completely at Elnora’s mercy.

Right then, he didn’t think she was capable of mercy.

While he fought to keep firm control of the weights in his grip, Michael could only watch as Elnora straddled him, his achingly hard cock squeezed tight between his tummy and the “W” of her heavily-leaking quim. Leaving his shaft coated in glistening juices, Elnora grunted, low and feral, each breath hardly more than a growl as she ground herself up and down the pinned male’s penis, letting the heavy vein on the underside dig into her yielding flesh. Then, just as he managed to get the barbell up to its apex, and was just about to rack it and its heavy load once more, Elnora grabbed tight hold of the bar, holding it directly above his chest, while at the same time using it as leverage to hoist herself up…and then sink herself down, nice and slow, until his swollen sac clapped firmly against her taut, round bottom. All the way down, Elnora whined like a puppy – her ability to form coherent speech was a little curtailed right then! – as her inner walls rippled and spasmed desperately around the huge intruder introduced to their depths.

Panting hard, Elnora rolled her hips, with all of Michael’s cock crammed into her, stuffing her like a Christmas turkey, getting a feel for just how fully he’d filled her, hands still gripping the bar, holding it firmly over Michael’s chest, not letting him rerack the heavy weight it carried. Instead, she held on until Michael started letting the weights down in a slow, controlled descent, then nodded, licking her lips, her flashing green eyes meeting his brown ones as she grinned maniacally.

Rolling her hips back, arching her spine as she did so, her ample chest thrusting out right in front of Michael’s wide eyes, Elnora howled like a feral wolf as she started to lift herself up his immense shaft, taking her time, going at the same pace he used to do his forced bench press. That pace didn’t last long, though, for when Michael pushed the bar back up, and then started to let it down again, something seemed to break in Elnora’s patience, and she plunged herself all the way down once more, breasts bouncing with the force of impact as her bottom slapped against his balls. In seconds she was riding Michael like he was a bucking bronco in a rodeo, panting and gasping for breath and grunting loudly as the sound of her flesh slapping his filled Michael’s ears. All he could do was watch her gorgeous body ripple and shudder with every impact, those fantastic mammaries of hers punctuating every movement perfectly, jiggling and bobbing with the swollen nipples pointing the direction of her latest gyration, clearly demonstrating the lack of sag in her perfect breasts.

Was this rep eight? Or was it ten? Michael wasn’t sure of his count anymore, too dazed from the intense tightness of Elnora’s inner walls as they milked him, eager for his cum. Already worked up from her former titjob, and from the pheromone hit of eating her out while she was doing the pectoral fly, Michael knew he was on edge now, both about to orgasm and about to lose control of the weights in his grip. She’d racked up just a little bit too much for him to handle, tailored super soldier or not, and while he’d heal fast, he was going to be very sore in the morning…in all sorts of places!

Blunt nails raking his chest, Elnora screamed again, shuddering on top of him as she continued to ride him like a wild cowgirl. This was the last straw, Michael’s own voice joining Elnora’s as his hips bucked upward, slapping hard against her clenching depths, his arms performing a final, mighty lunge that shot the heavy weights up to their apex at the very moment his cock started to twitch, and then to gush, flooding Elnora’s womb with his thick, hot cum.

Just then, right at the moment Michael was certain he was about to lose control at last, and the weights would come crashing down, he felt the hands of his spotter gripping the bar alongside him, the weight under her palms pushing her all the way down his shaft, ensuring that only the minimum possible amount of cum was lost (still far too much – Michael gushed like a geyser!) as the bar clacked back into place.

“Kind of intense,” panted Elnora with a big, panting grin on her face, before her hands stroked down her belly, fingers caressing her soft fur, before she cooed softly as she cupped her well-stretched pubis, her cunny still firmly impaled on Michael’s rigid shaft. “You’re not going soft on me, are you, hon?”

“Uh-uh,” said Michael, meaning it – there was no way his cock had a chance to soften up, not with Elnora’s inner walls gripping him, squeezing him, milking him the way they did.

“Good,” she said, the word turning to a soft whimper at the end as she hoisted herself up, his penis popping free with an even more copious discharge of her juices. “Mmm, you did a number on me, Michael. I think you broke me.” Getting to her feet, only a little unsteadily (Elnora was, after all, almost as incredible as her genetically enhanced beau), she grinned over her shoulder at the black-and-white canine as she sashayed over to another nearby bench, putting a deliberately exaggerated sway in her hips to better catch and hold his eyes, before she picked up a heavy dumbbell from a nearby rack, and slowly sank onto a modified all-fours over the padded bench, only one hand and one knee resting on its surface. “Of course, I think you could break me even better. You’re an Army man, after all.”

Tilted to one side as she was, and with her curly tail naturally hiked high, Michael could clearly see Elnora’s cunny and tailhole clench and squish as she hefted the dumbbell, working the pulling muscles in her upper body with the upward motion. In all but a very few very specialized exercises, of course, all of the body is involved in some manner, and after Michael got to his feet from the bench press, he still stood there for a few long moments, admiring the view, as Elnora’s sleek, muscular body flexed beneath her soft, well-groomed fur. Butt tense, muscles contracting and expanding, her dimples of Venus standing out with perfect clarity to either side of her tail., belly tight, gripping everything (after all, the core of the body was an essential part of any exercise, or any serious movement at all), triceps and trapezium and deltoids all clenching and unclenching before his eyes…

Poetry in motion.

Mesmerized, Michael let his cock lead him like the bow of a ship, pointing straight toward the achingly tight (and more than a little cum-splattered) gates of Elnora’s pussy. She’d just finished her first set on one side, and lifted slightly to hand the dumbbell into her other hand to perform the same exercise on the opposite side when the Akitababe felt Michael’s large, strong, gun-calloused hands seize her presented rump, fingers sinking deep into her plush fur and tight, toned glutes. Grinning, Elnora licked her lips in eagerness, knowing perfectly well that her tailhole had to be visibly fluttering with the excitement of her inner muscles – quim and tailhole were so closely connected, after all – even as Michael straddled the padded bench she was crouched upon, her eyes going to the mirror in front of her, all the better to watch his sexy snarl as he plunged his shaft into her, mercilessly driving it in right to the hilt!

“Oh yeah!” gasped Elnora breathlessly, gritting her teeth as she kept working the dumbbell, guessing that all the tension it put rippling through her body had to be having some pretty intense effects on Michael, based on his loud, passion-fueled grunts and slow groans of pleasure at what her pussy muscles were doing to his raging cock. “Don’t hold back, babe – give it to me! I’m a bitch, and I deserve what a bitch gets!”

What, exactly, did a bitch deserve? The thought flashed through the single functioning part of Michael’s overheated brain, though not for very long. After all, his instincts knew the answer perfectly well, and in an instant they were putting that knowledge into full use. Elnora squealed as Michael crouched over her, his back brushing her spine, his belly squeezed up tight against her curly tail, and started to hump her like an animal! There was no finesse to his actions, not now, not when he was still so incredible sensitive after his last orgasm, and so impossibly turned-on from the overstimulation she’d given him with her own feral display just scant minutes ago.

Breasts swinging back and forth with a jiggling pace, butt bouncing in ways that were absolutely hypnotizing, Elnora yowled like a cat, howled like a wolf, and screamed like the woman she was, in the throes of some of the most intense orgasms of her life, while Michael plowed her good and hard and rough, uncaring about the sort of damage he was doing, blowing poor Elnora’s mind, shattering her body with so much pleasure. If he’d been properly conscious, Michael wouldn’t have ever dreamed of doing anything that might hurt the lady he loved. Of course, that was exactly what Elnora didn’t want right then – she wanted to be mounted and bred like the bitch in heat she was, used to satisfy her lover’s most vicious, carnal, selfish pleasures, and made to enjoy it, whether she liked it or not!

Ooooh, but she liked it very much indeed!

Dropping her dumbbell, Elnora grabbed onto the padded bench tight with both hands, moving her legs so she was straddling it much like Michael was, his kneecaps pressing into the backs of her knees as he squeezed their bodies tight together – and she pressed back just as eagerly! They were the beast with two backs and one mind, both of them consumed with instinctive needs. His balls swung, slapping her inner thighs like the blows of a pendulum, while her breasts jerked and jiggled, no longer quite in synch thanks to the twisting of his hips, causing her taut buns to also jiggle at slightly different rates. One of his hands went to her long hair, seizing it tight, pulling on it hard (but never quite too hard), while his other hand went to her tail, wrapping around the base, using it like a joystick. That was the last straw, a double-whammy of stimulation and dominant aggression that sent tremors up and down Elnora’s spine, her whole body shuddering in the throes of orgasm after orgasm that shook her right to the core of her psyche. She couldn’t even scream, couldn’t make any noise at all except a high-pitched whine as her brain overloaded, the synapses burning themselves out with too much stimulus, while somewhere in the background she could hear Michael snarling like a wild animal, could feel his cum blasting against her cervix, whitewashing her inner walls, and soon overflowing, spraying his inner thighs and all down the backs of her legs with thick, sticky sexual fluids.

Michael wasn’t really sure how he ended up sitting down on the incline bench. It was one of those adjustable benches, the kind that could be bent to make a seat rather than a simple bench, and right now that’s how it was set up. Just what he needed after the explosions of passion that had just gone off in his head, nearly making him black out. That last orgasm was intense!

Closing his eyes for a moment, Michael nearly dozed off. Actually, he might have done just that, except for his sense of duty. After all, Elnora was out there somewhere, and it just didn’t seem right to let her sleep alone, not after how good she’d been to him.

Just as he was opening his eyes, however, Michael blinked as he felt those strong-yet-gentle hands of his lover on first one arm, then the other, lifting them to right angles by his head, palms facing upward. If he’d wanted, he could have resisted, or simply moved himself away from the obvious posing Elnora was doing to him, but he was curious, and he had to admit, Elnora hadn’t let him down once so far, even if all this sexplay kind of made it hard to focus on a single muscle group. He’d have to spend the next two weeks getting his body back into proper weight training order…but oh was it worth it!

Tracking the Akita with his eyes, Michael was finally feeling his heartrate start to get back to more reasonable levels when she set the dumbbells into his upturned hands, letting him get a firm grip on them this time before she released her hold. A shoulder press, that much was obvious from the way she’d set him up, and that was something he knew he could do, even if they were both on the edge of exhaustion. Elnora showed it, her fur mussed and fluffed out in many places, matted down with cum in others, her beautiful white hair messy in an artful way that almost looked like it was on purpose, if not for the splatters of cum sticking to the back. Yeah, they both needed a shower, that was for sure, him just as much as her, based on the way his inner thighs felt, the fur there definitely matted down something awful – he could only imagine how he had to look right then. Probably like he’d been through a war zone, except with jism instead of bullets. Just the hazards of being him, Michael supposed, with how much cum he always produced, and how much Elnora could squirt when she was really cumming hard.

“Just something to top it all off,” Elnora explained as she knelt in front of Michael, nuzzling his halfmast erection, her tongue curling out to coax him back to life even as he pressed the dumbbells up to their apex, feeling the tension in his shoulders, and glad that at least this time Elnora had given him a light enough load that he didn’t need a spotter quite as seriously as usual. “I wanna taste you, Michael, before we hit the showers.”

Just hearing those words were enough to bring Michael right up to fullmast again, though even with his enhanced constitution, he didn’t have that much left to give. As he thought about it, though, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing: it meant that Elnora might actually get to savor what he gave her, rather than having to struggle with him gushing like a firehose. Those thoughts were driven from his mind, however, as Elnora cradled his throbbing shaft between her breasts, squeezing them tightly together. She got a thrill out of using her boobs as sexual weapons, and while stroking them up and down the rigid length squished nice and snug in the middle of her cleavage wasn’t inherently a turn-on (not being a serious erogenous zone), the eroticism of the act, as well as the control it gave her over giving her lover pleasure, besides her imagination filling in the details on how hot she knew she had to look while doing it were more than enough to compensate.

If he’d been asked, Michael would have confirmed what Elnora believed: looking down at her, her green eyes alight with mischief, her tongue flicking out to lap over the plump, cum-seeping head of his member, cushioned lovingly between those perfect, pink-capped teats, before she slowly, carefully wrapped her lips around his glans, suckling with expert skill…yeah, that sight alone was the sort of thing that would live in his wet dreams. No wonder people in relationships tended to masturbate more often than the single: they had a lot more to fuel their imaginations!

Pressing on her mams from both sides with her hands, Elnora focused more on just providing Michael with a nice, tight passage for his raging erection. She knew just how much he loved her breasts, and loved watching her breasts touching his most sensitive parts, so she lifted her head to look up at him, eyes shining, panting hard with her own repeated orgasms. If that sight alone wasn’t enough to get Michael’s gears grinding, she started bobbing her body, rubbing him between her heavy boobs harder, faster, not bothering to even try and stay in time with him lifting those dumbbells. As far as Elnora was concerned, they were just her way of making sure he didn’t interfere while she did the work to give him pleasure.

Pleasure was what Michael got, shooting down his dick and straight into his aching balls. Butt tense on the seat, he was nearly hyperventilating with the raw effort of trying to hold himself back. Only the strain on his shoulders and triceps gave him any relief, anything besides pure, blissful pleasure to focus on. If only he could stop himself from looking down into Elnora’s gorgeous eyes! Even closing his own eyes wouldn’t help there, though: the image of that lustful, eager-to-please gaze was burned indelibly into his memory.

His eyes were wide open when he next started to spurt, baring his sharp teeth as he grit them together. A sharp exclamation escaped his throat, more sound and pure emotion than words, as he thrust the dumbbells all the way up once more, his cocktip gushing upward in a fountain of white. Elnora’s face was exultant, joyous as she looked up at the spray, then closed her eyes, letting it rain down on her for a short moment. But only a short moment, for she couldn’t resist the temptation, and soon her muzzle was wrapped around Michael’s penis, bobbing up and down as she kept her eyes closed, all the better to savor the full, rich taste of his thick cream.

Hands rising at the same time her head did, releasing Michael’s softening rod with a soft ‘pop,’ Elnora cupped her palms beneath his lowering dumbbells. Standing up, she squeezed her slightly cumstained boobs against his face (since most of his last ejaculation went either on her face or in it) as she took them from his hands, then stepped away to rerack them in their proper place.

“We’ve,” panted Michael, turning his head to better watch the sultry sway of Elnora’s hips, “we’ve really made a mess around here, huh?”

“On ourselves, and all around,” Elnora agreed, arching her back and thrusting out her more than ample chest as she stretched, slow and languorous. “I suppose we ought to do something about those two problems, huh?”

“Yeah,” agreed Michael, getting slowly to his feet. “C’mon, after we get all the wet spots mopped up, I’ll wash your back.”

*

Actually, it was Elnora who lathered Michael off first; she insisted, and her reaction time was a little faster than his with the special fursafe liquid soap the building’s gym stocked for these sorts of occasions. Not that the black-and-white canid minded in the least: it was soothing having Elnora stroke him everywhere with those skilled and capable hands, getting his fur nice and sudsy, fingers working deep into the well-defined tissues beneath. Having someone he loved caressing his strong, naked body, and loving it about as much as he was, well…it felt good. It felt right.

Taking only enough time to duck his head under the stream of water in the stall they shared, so as to clear his eyes and let him see what he was doing, Michael got to work returning the favor. Facing him, Elnora smirked up at him, as though daring him to get another erection, her tits pointed straight at his chest…and right at his hands when he reached for her. But he did resist the temptation, at least for the moment, making Elnora pout a bit, though she soon forgot her annoyance when he started working his fingers into her own tired tissues, lathering her up most thoroughly. Especially her breasts: they were, after all, a rather significant part of her upper body mass.

“You really know how to handle the puppies, Michael,” Elnora teased, turning in his grip to face the wall, reaching out to press her hands against its tiles. “Now, you were saying something about washing my back?”

Of course it was a trap. Michael realized this fully, but not until after he’d walked right into it. In that position, partially bent forward, curly (and slightly soggy) tail hiked, Elnora only had to wait for her beau to get close enough, and immediately she pushed her butt back, squeezing Michael’s cock between her cheeks. He hadn’t been erect before then – really he hadn’t! – but, well, some things were just a little bit too much, even after as many times as he’d cum already. With Elnora grinding back against him, and moaning in that sexy-sweet way of hers as she did it, and with the soap making his hotdogging a silk-smooth ride, it was only a matter of seconds before Michael was once again aching at full hardness.

Not really the cruel sort, all teasing aside, Elnora got up on her tip-toes, giving herself just enough elevation to let Michael’s cock catch the puffy lips of her labia. All it took after that was to let herself down while pressing back into him, and he slid right up to the hilt with buttery slickness.

“Ooh yeah,” moaned Elnora, closing her eyes as she tilted her head back, gripping the wall tightly as Michael surged forward, already starting to thrust his hips, his big, strong hands on hers. “Just like that.”

“I love you, Elnora,” Michael panted out, voice tight, as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Turning, Elnora caught his lips with her own, kissing him with surprising sweetness, considering how carnal they were being right then.

“I love you too, you big lug,” she replied, nibbling on his chin as she started thrusting back into him with just as much enthusiasm as he was showing her.

Lucky for them, the gym wouldn’t open for official business for quite a few hours yet.