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The Post Meet Fuck Fest Ch 04 5

The Post Meet Fuck Fest Ch 04 5

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. While it incorporates the names of real individuals, all events, characterizations, and actions depicted herein are entirely fictitious and do not reflect the actual behaviors, beliefs, or experiences of the persons mentioned. Any resemblance to real events or individuals, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. No intent to misrepresent, defame, or cause harm is implied, and this work should not be construed as an accurate portrayal of any real person.

Have you ever wondered what was happening while Chase was busy during the Post-Meet Fuck Fests? Now, you can find out!

This is what happens while Chase walks upstairs with Ashley.

The door had barely shut behind the last of the girls before Grace was in motion.

She didn't wait for an opening or an invitation--just walked right up to John with that lit-from-within smile of hers, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him like they were already alone. It was fast and needy, her mouth parting his, her body pressing close enough for him to feel the heat still rolling off her from the meet.

"I need you," she whispered against his lips, voice just loud enough for him to hear. "Right now."

He didn't question it. Just nodded and followed.

She tugged him by the hand up the stairs, past the thump of bass from the living room speakers, past the hallway chatter. The second she found an open bedroom, she pulled him inside and shut the door with a quiet click.

The light from the hallway crept in as she backed him up to the edge of the bed and started to undress him--slow, unhurried, like she'd been thinking about this since before the championship.

John reached for her shirt, but she shook her head.

"Not yet," she said, kneeling in front of him to pull down his pants. "I've been thinking about this for hours."

When she got his boxers off, she wrapped her hand around him and slowly licked up his shaft, eyes flicking up to meet his. She kissed the tip, then stood again and kissed him deeply, sliding out of her crop top and gym shorts with one motion.

Her body was flushed, glistening faintly from sweat. Her breasts bounced gently as she straddled him, only to guide him to lie back instead.

"Just lay there," she said with a soft smile, "and let me take care of you."

She swung a leg over his chest and settled above him, leaning forward to brace herself on the headboard. From his view below, she was stunning--brown ponytail falling forward, eyes squeezed shut, thighs flexing around his face.

John didn't hesitate. He pulled her hips down and buried his tongue between her folds, licking upward in slow, steady strokes. She gasped, biting her lip as her whole body arched forward.

"Fuck, John," she moaned, grinding just slightly against his face. "Right there."

She rode his mouth, hips rocking as he zeroed in on her clit. Her moans grew louder, hands pressing flat against the wall behind the bed. It didn't take long--maybe a minute, maybe less--before she clenched hard and gasped out his name in a high, shuddering cry.

When she finally lifted off him, she slid down his chest and kissed him hard.

"My turn," she whispered.

She reached between them, guided his cock to her entrance, and lowered herself slowly, both of them moaning as he filled her.

Their rhythm was natural. She moved slow at first, hands on his chest, then faster, leaning forward as he grabbed her hips and met her thrust for thrust. The room filled with wet sounds and soft gasps, and Grace never stopped watching his face.

When she felt him getting close, she pulled him tighter and whispered, "Inside. Please."

He groaned and held her in place as he came, his hips jerking up as she clenched around him, dragging out every pulse of his release.

Grace collapsed onto his chest, hair sticking to her damp back, both of them breathless and smiling.

"Best night of the season," she said softly, lips brushing his collarbone.

John just ran his hand down her back, nodding in agreement.

The music pulsed from the living room as Poppy danced through the hallway like she owned the place. She had changed out of her competition gear and into something that made heads turn--a glittery red bikini top and the tiniest red shorts imaginable.

She found Pete leaning against the wall near the kitchen, sipping water, trying to play it cool. He barely got the chance.

"Hey, hot stuff," she said, tugging his waistband with two fingers. "Feel like celebrating?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but she was already dragging him toward the nearest bedroom.

The door clicked shut behind them and Poppy spun around, pressing her back to the door. She leaned against it, hips swaying, arms up over her head.

"You've been looking at me all night," she said, stepping closer. "You gonna do something about it?"

Pete didn't need more prompting. He reached for her, but she stopped him with a finger on his chest.

"Strip," she whispered. "Let me watch."

He pulled off his shirt, then his jeans, as Poppy stepped in behind him and gently pushed him onto the edge of the bed.

She crawled into his lap, straddling him, lips ghosting over his without kissing. Her hands ran along his shoulders, down his chest, then lower, until she was rubbing him through his boxers.

"You're hard already?" she teased. "Good."

She peeled off her bikini top, breasts bouncing free, her skin shimmering under the bedroom's dim light. Pete reached for her but she caught his wrists and pinned them to the bed.

"Not yet."

She pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. Then she wiggled out of her shorts, revealing that she hadn't worn anything underneath.

Now naked, she lined herself up, one hand on his chest, the other guiding him inside.

"Fuck," she breathed, sliding down slowly until he filled her completely. "You feel good."

She started to ride him--slow, rolling her hips, watching his face as he groaned. Then she picked up speed, slamming down harder, her ass bouncing against his thighs.

She leaned back, riding reverse cowgirl, putting on a show. Her short bob bounced with every thrust, and she tossed a glance over her shoulder.

"You like watching my ass bounce, don't you?"

Pete barely managed a moan in response, hands gripping her hips now.

"You better not cum yet," she said, breathless but grinning. "I'm just getting started."

She kept grinding, faster, deeper, using him. Her moans got sharper, higher.

When she felt him start to twitch inside her, she slammed down hard and stayed there.

"Do it," she moaned, twisting to look at him. "Cum in me, Pete. I want to feel it."

He let out a loud groan as he finished, gripping her tightly, filling her as she ground herself against him until she was gasping, climaxing right after him.

She stayed in his lap, catching her breath, chest rising and falling, then looked over her shoulder again.

"Damn. That was a good start."

The room buzzed with energy--music pulsing, laughter echoing, bodies already drifting toward dark corners and upstairs bedrooms. But MaKenna wasn't one to wait around.

She spotted Nate standing near the kitchen, drink in hand, eyes scanning the room like he didn't quite know where to start. That was all the opening she needed.

She walked straight up to him, still flushed from the meet, still in her gym shorts and knotted tank top. Her platinum braid swung over her shoulder as she leaned in.

"C'mon," she said with a smirk, grabbing his hand. "Let's not waste time."

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He followed without question.

They dropped onto the couch in the corner of the living room--half in the open, half in the shadows. Some music thudded through the walls, but MaKenna was laser-focused. She slid to her knees in front of him and tugged his shorts down before he could say a word.

She licked the tip of his cock and wrapped her hand around the base. Nate groaned, head tipping back.

"I've been thinking about doing this since regionals," she said, mouth brushing against him. "Don't disappoint me."

He didn't--at first. She sucked him in slow, hands steady, building him up with practiced confidence. He got hard quickly. Too quickly.

Nate's breathing got heavy and his hand found the back of her head, but before she could fully get into a rhythm, he tugged her up.

"Let's fuck," he muttered, clearly ready to go.

MaKenna bit her lip and gave a small nod. She straddled him right there on the couch, pulling her shorts aside, guiding him in.

He gasped at the sensation, but MaKenna didn't close her eyes. She was focused--watching his reactions, waiting to feel something build.

But it didn't.

Nate thrust up into her a few times, fast and uncoordinated, gripping her hips too tight. MaKenna moved with him, trying to sync up, but her expression faltered.

It didn't take long--barely a minute--before Nate groaned and pulled her down hard onto him, finishing with a shaky breath.

"Shit," he muttered. "You're so tight."

MaKenna blinked. She hadn't even gotten close.

He leaned back, already softening, catching his breath.

"Uh... I'm gonna go grab a drink," he said, pulling his shorts back up.

She nodded, slowly sliding off of him, her thighs still spread slightly. Nate was already walking away, heading toward the sound of Maile laughing in the other room.

MaKenna sat there for a moment, lips pressed together, chest rising and falling.

"Cool," she whispered to herself.

She stood, adjusted her clothes, and disappeared down the hall. She already knew who she needed to find next.

Maile didn't bother easing into the night.

As the girls poured in, celebrating, hugging, glowing with victory, Maile was already scanning the room for the right kind of energy. It didn't take long for her eyes to land on Sean--leaning against the couch, beer in hand, watching the others with a smirk.

She sauntered up to him, still in her see-through white mesh crop top, her nipples unmistakably visible through the fabric. Her red thong peeked above her shorts, and her confidence was the loudest thing in the room.

"Hey, handsome," she said, placing a hand on his chest. "Wanna help me kick things off?"

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Right here?"

Maile grinned. "Why not?"

Before he could answer, she pulled off her top in one smooth motion, dropping it on the floor. Her bare chest drew immediate glances. She didn't care.

She pushed Sean backward onto the couch, climbed into his lap, and kissed him like they were already naked. Her hips rolled slowly against his growing bulge, teasing through layers of fabric.

"Take your pants off," she whispered into his mouth.

He didn't hesitate. Maile wiggled out of her shorts and thong while he kicked off his jeans. She hovered over him for a second, grinding against him, letting him feel her heat without giving in just yet.

People in the room were starting to notice--some watching openly, others pretending not to.

Maile loved it.

She reached down, stroked Sean a few times, then lined him up with her entrance and sank down onto him with a low, satisfied moan.

"Fuck," she breathed. "I needed this."

She started to move--slow at first, grinding, then bouncing harder. Her hands braced on his shoulders, her head tipped back, breasts bouncing freely.

Sean groaned, gripping her hips. "You're putting on a show."

"I know," she said, panting between words. "You like it?"

"Hell yeah."

She rocked against him, building a rhythm, loving the way eyes lingered on them. She leaned forward to kiss him again, deeper this time, her moans getting louder.

When Sean's breathing started to hitch, Maile slowed just a little, biting her lip.

"Not yet," she whispered. "I'm not done showing off."

Sean's grip on Maile's hips tightened as she slowed her movements, still grinding him deep but with more control now. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear.

"You're gonna hold out just a little longer," she whispered, nipping his earlobe. "I want to cum first."

He nodded, jaw clenched, eyes flicking up at the crowd of people clearly watching now--some pretending not to, others leaning in, fully invested.

Maile sat up straight, her hands on her own thighs as she rode him with calculated, powerful rolls of her hips. Her abs flexed, sweat glistening along her chest as her breathing grew ragged.

She started circling her hips, the way she knew drove guys insane--and herself, too.

Sean groaned. "Fuck, Maile--"

"Shhh," she moaned. "Almost there..."

She reached down with one hand, fingers pressing tight circles into her clit while she bounced faster, thighs tightening, ass clapping against his lap.

Then her whole body seized--hips twitching, lips parting, a moan spilling out louder than anything else in the room.

"Ohhh fuck--yes, yes, Sean--right there--"

She came hard, legs shaking, her body collapsing forward onto him for just a second. Sean held her steady, still inside her, watching her ride it out.

When she lifted her head again, hair clinging to her face, she smirked. "Okay," she panted. "Now you can cum."

Sean groaned, grabbed her ass, and started thrusting up into her from below, rougher now. She let him use her, moaning low in her throat, kissing him between thrusts.

It didn't take long.

His hands dug into her as he came with a grunt, holding her down as he pulsed inside her.

They stayed tangled for a minute--breathing hard, both soaked in sweat, still half-naked in the middle of the room.

Maile pulled back slowly, his cock slipping out of her, and she smiled as she looked around at the few people who were definitely watching.

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"Well," she said, grabbing her top off the floor but not putting it on. "That's how you start a party."

Ella found Kevin exactly where she expected--posted near the edge of the hallway, leaning casually against the wall, pretending like he wasn't waiting for someone to grab him.

She smirked. "Still lurking like you're not hoping I walk up."

Kevin chuckled. "You found me, didn't you?"

Ella stepped in close, her body brushing against his as she slid her hand down to his waistband. "You already know how this goes."

They'd hooked up a few times before--post-meet, late nights, casual but always hot. Kevin was good with his hands, good with his mouth, and always eager. He just never quite made it past the first act.

Which was fine. She didn't always need a marathon.

She took his hand and pulled him into the first empty room they passed. As soon as the door clicked shut, she peeled off her tank top and let it drop to the floor. Kevin's eyes dropped automatically to her chest--still as eager as ever.

"Don't act surprised," she teased, pushing him back onto the bed.

He landed with a grin, already pulling his shirt off as she straddled his lap. "You've got a great entrance."

Ella rolled her eyes but smiled, kissing him deeply while her hips ground against his lap. She felt him grow hard almost instantly beneath her, and she knew how this would go.

"Let's not waste time," she whispered.

She slid down to her knees and tugged his shorts and boxers down in one motion, letting his cock spring free. She took him into her mouth slowly, savoring the familiar taste, the way he gasped when she swirled her tongue around the tip.

Kevin moaned, already breathing hard. "Fuck, Ella..."

"I know," she said, pulling off just long enough to stroke him tight and fast. "You're close already."

"Can't help it," he groaned. "You know what you're doing."

She kept going--mouth, hand, tongue working in sync--and just when she felt him tense up, she pulled back and let him finish in her hand, the first few spurts catching her tongue and the curve of her chest.

Kevin's head dropped back, panting. "Shit."

Ella stood and wiped herself clean with the towel on the nightstand, unfazed. "Still quick," she teased, tossing the towel aside. "But still good."

He laughed. "You want another round later?"

She leaned down, kissed his forehead, and whispered, "Maybe. Depends who else keeps me busy."

With that, she pulled her top back on and headed out the door--ready for more.

The buzz of celebration still lingered in the air as Ana slipped through the house behind the others. She hadn't said much after the win--she never did. Her smile said enough.

She found Mark in the hallway outside one of the guest rooms, leaning against the doorframe, watching the room fill up with heat and bodies.

She walked up quietly, already tugging at the hem of her red off-the-shoulder top. "I want a head start," she said softly.

Mark gave her a once-over. "Not even five minutes in."

"Exactly," she murmured, stepping past him into the room.

The door closed behind them, and before Mark could say anything else, Ana was already undressing--her top sliding to the floor, her cotton shorts following right after.

Nothing underneath.

Mark paused for a second, just looking. Her light brown skin was smooth, her thighs strong, her chest soft and perfect under the dim light.

"You really didn't wear anything under that?"

Ana gave a slow, teasing shrug. "Why waste time?"

Mark stripped down quickly, about to join her on the bed when--

Knock knock.

The door cracked open an inch and Chase's voice cut in, low but direct. "Mark?"

Mark turned toward the door, still naked.

"Yeah?"

"You said you'd help with Ashley if we got a plan. She wants DP," Chase said, glancing past the doorway and pausing as his eyes caught the sight of Ana--fully nude, calm as ever, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed.

Mark held back a smirk. "How soon?"

"Ten minutes. She's ready now."

Mark gave a short nod. "I'll be there."

Chase glanced at Ana again. "Sorry," he said, a little sheepish. "Didn't know you two were already--"

"It's fine," Ana cut in, smiling slightly. "You can make it up to me later."

Chase gave her a slow grin. "Looking forward to it."

He shut the door.

Mark turned back to her. "He's serious, by the way. You're on his list."

"I gathered," Ana said, laying back on the bed. "That why you're trying to be fast?"

Mark chuckled and knelt between her legs. "It's why I'm gonna make this count."

He leaned forward, trailing kisses along her thigh, his fingers already sliding between her folds. She was warm and wet, her breath catching as he pushed two fingers inside, curling just right.

His mouth joined soon after, tongue flicking her clit as his fingers pumped in sync. Ana's hips rolled against him, her hands gripping the sheets, that quiet grace giving way to ragged breathing and sharp gasps.

She came quickly--controlled but intense, her legs tightening around his shoulders as her back arched from the bed.

Mark pulled back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and leaned in to kiss her once on the inner thigh.

"I'll send Chase when I'm done," he said.

Ana opened her eyes and smiled. "You better."

The following happens after the first round of encounters.

The kitchen lights were low, casting a warm glow across the counters where Maile stood barefoot, hips swaying slightly as she leaned over the fruit bowl. Her red thong clung to her curves, ass high, cheeks glowing under the dim light. She glanced over her shoulder and caught Pete and Nate standing near the sink, both shirtless, both watching her.

"See something you like?" she asked, voice dripping with amusement.

Pete stepped forward first. "Hard not to."

"Come here," Maile said, straightening and turning to face them.

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees between them. Her hands reached for both cocks--stroking Pete's with one hand and guiding Nate's with the other as she tilted her head, licking the tip of one before switching to the other. Her tongue flicked fast, her lips stretched wide as she took turns swallowing each of them into her mouth.

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