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They did it, they fucking did it. The Red Rocks won the Big 12 championship in their first year in the conference. As me and my fraternity watched them, having made the short drive from our campus in Salt Lake City to the Maverik Center in West Valley City, we sat close enough to personally cheer them on. When the competition ended, the girls we were closest to- Grace, Ashley, Maile, MaKenna, Poppy, Ella, Jaylene, and Ana- all came over, getting hugs and high-fives.
As we drove back to our frat house afterwards, five of us in one car and the other three in another, we were riding a high, both from them winning and the post-meet fuck fest that was about to happen. We arrived at our house first, as the girls still had to get showered, dress, and have a post-meet talk from their coach. Grace, Ashley, and Ella started to text me almost immediately, talking about the meet and what they were looking forward to that night. Ashley, mentioning that she was open to being DP'd that night. Ella saying she wanted anal. Grace's was a lot more personal, telling me that she wishes it could just be us two that night, but understood why it couldn't or wouldn't be.
As us eight fraternity brothers got home- me, John, Kevin, Sean, Mark, Danny, Pete, and Nate- walked through the house to make sure everything was set up. Each room had clean up supplies, snacks, and water, along with the living room and kitchen. It was one of the few nights where the number of girls would equal the number of men and we all sat around, wondering who the girls would pair off with first.
An hour and a half later, we had some music playing when we heard some cars pull up, doors opening and shutting, and the eight girls letting themselves in. More hugs, high-fives, and congratulations went all around, as the girls were still riding the wave of adrenaline that comes with competing and winning.
As we talked and the girls slowly drifted off to who they wanted to start with, Chase looked around at the eight beautiful, young gymnasts, giving them each a once over.
Grace stood tall for her petite frame, her long brown hair pulled into a high ponytail that whipped as she turned heads. Her skin still shimmered with the glow of competition, a tight black crop top clinging to her toned stomach, paired with high-cut red gym shorts that showed off her sculpted legs and the unmistakable curve of her ass. She walked like she owned every room--and tonight, she did.
Ashley wore victory like it was lingerie. Her long blonde hair spilled down her back, slightly damp from sweat, giving her that just-finished look. A crimson bralette hugged her small, perky chest, and a tiny denim skirt barely covered the bottom curve of her ass. When she turned, the cheeky grin on her face dared you to say something--and promised something even dirtier if you did.
With her tank top knotted just below her impressive chest and tight black spandex shorts digging into her thick thighs, Ella looked like temptation sculpted in flesh. Her dark hair with blonde streaks clung to her neck as if even her hair didn't want to let go of her heat. Her breasts bounced freely with every step, and her full lips kept curling into that naughty, knowing smirk.
Maile barely dressed at all. A see-through white mesh crop top with no bra beneath left her medium-sized breasts on full display, nipples hard from the chill of the house or the thrill of being watched. A red thong hugged her hips, the string disappearing between her round, flawless cheeks. She moved through the crowd like a goddess drunk on desire, always just out of reach unless she wanted you.
Jaylene kept it simple but devastating--a tight black tank and gym shorts rolled at the waist to reveal every inch of her toned midsection. Her blonde hair was still pulled into a messy bun from the meet, and strands clung to her flushed cheeks. She looked every bit the golden girl--except the fire in her eyes said she wasn't here for medals anymore.
Poppy had changed into something that screamed celebration: a glittering red bikini top barely holding her in, and matching micro-shorts that hugged her like a second skin. Her short black bob bounced as she danced, the fringe teasing her lashes. Her skin shimmered with highlighter, and her lips were glossed, plump, and already wet--not just from makeup.
MaKenna went understated--yet somehow sexier for it. A fitted white sports bra molded to her chest, and gray spandex shorts rode up between her legs, framing her thick thighs and that perfect gymnast ass. Her platinum hair was twisted into a long braid, and a silver chain rested low on her hips. She looked like a storm waiting to break--and a little unsure who she wanted to break it with.
Ana stepped in quietly but stole attention all the same. Her light brown curls were slicked back into a tight bun, accentuating the graceful curve of her jaw. She wore a red off-the-shoulder top, just sheer enough to hint at the dark nipples beneath, and loose cotton shorts that clung when she sat. Her thighs flexed with each stride--controlled, powerful, aching to be unwrapped.
Chase watched as the girls started to peel off, each of them grabbing a different guy, as the room filled with excitement and horniness of the group of teenagers and young adults. Jaylene, like always, grabbed Danny and headed towards his room. She turned and winked at Chase as she left the living room. Grace definitely stared at Chase for a minute before walking over to John. She kissed him, her hand immediately going to his groin, before they left the living room.
Poppy and Pete took off together, as did Ana and Mark. Makenna eyed both Nate and Sean, while having a brief conversation with Maile. Together, the girls walked towards them, with MaKenna dropping to her knees in front of Nate, while Maile pushed Sean to the couch, pulled off her shirt, and straddled his lap.
Ella was standing next to me and said, "Me and you to finish tonight, yeah?" I confirmed it before she walked over to Kevin and they took off. Only me and Ashley were left, with the sounds of MaKenna blowing Nate and Sean and Maile kissing filling the room. Ashley grabbed my hand and we headed towards the basement, where my room was.
Once in my room, we wrapped our arms immediately around each other and were wildly making out. As we kissed, tongues swirling together, I moved my hands down from around her waist to her butt, squeezing her buttcheeks with my fingertips just grazing the little hint of skin that poked out from under her skirt.
Ashley's hands went to my shirt and we briefly pulled apart as she took it off, tossing it on the floor behind her. She expertly moved us towards my bed and sat down on it, ending the kiss as she unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down to my knees. I finished kicking them off as she rubbed my hardening cock through my boxers. As she started to pull my boxers down, she said, "It kinda sucks that we have the same amount of guys and girls today. It might make it hard to do what we want."
I laughed as she wrapped her hand around my seven-inch cock and started to jack me off. "Actually, I mentioned it to the guys earlier, hoping to come up with a plan. Kevin mentioned that he usually finishes pretty quick the first time and could get it up at least enough to fill you. And Pete and Mark both offered to just get whoever they had off first, then come join us. We would just have to let them know, quick."
Ashley stuck out her tongue and swirled it around my tip before saying, "Isn't Mark next door? His cock might fit better with yours."
"Say the word and I'll go tell him," I said, moaning as she ran her warm, wet tongue up and down my shaft.
"Do it," she said, her voice low and hungry.
I quickly stepped out of my room, knocked on Mark's door and waited for him to answer. While we usually tried to leave people alone when they had their door shut, we also had a secret knock we all knew that we could use in case of emergencies. I think that this counted as one. When he opened the door, I whispered to him what Ashley said. We glanced behind him, opening the door enough to give me a glimpse of a semi-naked Ana, and said that he would be there, to just give him ten minutes.
When I returned back to my room and closed the door, I saw that Ashley had stripped off her bralette and skirt, leaving her completely naked on my bed. She was stretched out on his bed, completely bare--arms above her head, one knee bent slightly inward, her golden hair spread across his pillow like a halo of sin. Her petite frame glowed under the low light. Tight abs shifted as she breathed, and her small, perky breasts rose with each inhale, nipples stiff and pink. Her legs were long for her height, smooth and strong, thighs subtly parted to reveal the perfect view of her freshly-shaved slit--glistening and waiting.
Her ass, though small, was perfectly rounded and high, the kind that begged to be gripped, spanked, and pulled closer. Every line of her body was purposeful and athletic, yet inviting in a way that drove him crazy. She smirked when she saw his reaction.
"Did you talk to him?" She asked.
"Yeah," I said as I crossed the short distance to her. "Said to give him ten minutes."
"Perfect," Ashley replied as I climbed onto the bed next to her, one of my hands landing on her breasts as I started to kiss her neck. "That'll give you just enough time to get me ready."
I slowly made my way down to her groin, laying in between her legs as she spread them wide for me. I stick out my tongue and start to tease her with it- licking, flicking, and making circles around her clit. I bring my fingers up and start to rub her pussy lips while gently probing at her backdoor. "Yeah? You think ten minutes is just enough time?"
