Jackie's limitless energy

After everyone went home, Jackie stayed alone at the gym. She got under the squat rack and did as she was told, maintaining her form while lifting just the bar. She felt the burn in her butt and her upper legs, found herself short of breath, and re-racked the bar after a few reps. Still aroused from the exhilaration of her running practice, she called out, "Hello?" making sure that nobody was around. When all she heard was the echo of her voice, she dropped her gym shorts, flopped down by the squat rack, and teased herself into a body wracking orgasm in 10 seconds flat. As usual, her stamina recovered instantly, feeling no weakness, but simply a warm afterglow as she matter-of-factly went about her business of doing another set.

It was then that she had a realization - she had been advised to take as long as she needed in between sets. "Don't rush it," Lisa had told her. But the burn in her body was gone. She was breathing totally normally. Getting in position again, she squatted the bar for much longer before feeling anything at all. "Well, this isn't rushing, right?" She added weight.

A few more, and she felt the burn and the lack of air. Shrugging, and more out of curiosity than arousal, she diddled herself again into another orgasm, this time holding onto the bar for support as her body quaked. And once again, her eyes snapped open, breathing completely even, ready to go.

"Oh wow," she thought. "I'll have to bring my dildo next time."

More weight, more squats, more orgasms. She warmed up a bit with stretches before running on the treadmill, discovering that she was easily doing near perfect splits now. She bent forward at the waist as her head met her calf, and her arms stretched forward, fingers grabbing her toes and pulling. It felt divine! And even better, it was easy.

Turning on the treadmill, she set it to the pace she had run this afternoon. After 5 minutes of nonstop movement, she still didn't feel short of breath, which was a shame. Another orgasm would be nice, but that sounded like a good way to slide off the treadmill and hurt herself. She pumped up the speed, the fast, rhythmic thud of her shoes filling the room. When she finally felt short of breath, she turned off the treadmill, wiped her sweat with a towel, and recharged with another orgasm.

The next three hours was filled with the cycle of stretch, exercise, orgasm, and repeat. By the end, she was curling the heaviest weights effortlessly, and even decided to try combining all three. With the dumbbell in her weaker left hand, she lifted her right leg completely vertical. Having practiced all of this, her balance and strength were more than adequate to the task. As she curled the weight, her free right hand teased her snatch with her usual expertise, causing her pussy lips to swell and her engorged clit to reveal itself. As she pumped the weight, pussy juice sliding down her leg, she triggered her own orgasm, never breaking form or stopping the exercise. Her eyes snapped open as she let go of the weight, the mighty metal falling with a clang, as she smiled at her accomplishments.

Everything was going even better than she had imagined. But how did she look now?