The Post Meet Fuck Fest Ch 05

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A week after the Red Rocks won the Big 12 championship and I took Ella's anal virginity, I got a call from Maile, the student coach for the team, inviting me to grab the rest of the guys and come down to the Dumke Gymnastics Center, where the team trained. There were two weeks in between the Big 12 championship meet and their next major meet, the NCAA championships. In years past, for those two weeks, the girls focused entirely on gymnastics, training and preparing both their minds and bodies for it.

The Red Rocks are one of the most successful teams in NCAA gymnastics, going to the championship tournament meet for forty-nine straight years. But, they hadn't actually won a championship for thirty years and this team was hungry. So, when I got Maile's call, I figured it had to be to help with training somehow, or to move something. Honestly, I had no idea. But, that didn't stop me and my seven fraternity brothers as we immediately piled into our cars and drove to Dumke.

Maile greeted us just inside the door when we arrived, with Jaylene and Grace, two seniors on the team right behind her. After a round of quick hugs between all of us, we asked Maile what was going on and all three girls giggled. "Well," started Jaylene. "There's been a lot of talk today, especially with some of the underclassmen."

"Some of them are getting a little...cocky...about skills," Grace continued.

"Long story short, they want to see who can get a guy to finish fastest while giving a blowjob," Maile finished, getting to the point and getting us all to drop our jaws.

"Are you serious?" Sean finally commented.

"Yes," all three girls said at once.

"First things first," Maile said, standing in front of us all. "Does anybody not want to participate? I've got eight girls in there ready to go, but I can easily find another guy to take your place if you're not interested."

None of the guys moved.

"Alright, here's how it will go," she kept going. "You guys will not be allowed to use your hands in any way. This is purely going to be based on their skill and techniques. Grace, Jaylene, and myself will get you eight hard. When we say go, the girl whose name you draw out of a bucket, will step forward, drop to their knees, and do whatever they can to get you to cum fastest. They will have ten minutes. Whoever finishes their man fastest, gets bragging rights. Any questions so far?"

"What happens if we don't finish within ten minutes?" Mark asked.

"Who are the eight girls? Are you three part of it?" Danny asked, staring at Jaylene. As far as I knew, Danny had only ever hooked up with Jaylene at the fuck fests, and I wasn't sure what he would do if Jaylene wasn't involved.

"If you don't finish within ten minutes, don't worry, one of us will step in and help get you off," Maile said.

"And no, we will not be competing. We'll be judging the girls," Jaylene said.

"Alright. Let's draw names," Maile said, turning to Grace, who had a bucket in her hand full of slips of paper. "Read them off as you draw it, please."

We all stayed in a line as Grace walked up to each of us, drawing a name out of the bucket as we were instructed. I tried to think who the eight girls would be, immediately hoping to draw out either Ashley or Ella, if they were involved.

Kevin was first to draw and we all laughed when he said, "Ella," knowing the history those two had, especially with making him cum fast.

Mark was next and he smiled as he said, "Ana."

Pete was next. "Olivia." Olivia was a sophomore, who had come to the fuck fest a few times and, if I remembered right, was very excitable.

Sean was next and we all gasped when he said, "Camie?"

Grace, Maile, and Jaylene laughed as he looked confused. "Yes, Camie. Don't worry. She's not as innocent as she looks."

Danny went next, a smile on his face as he said, "MaKenna."

Nate followed with Poppy.

Only John and I were left. I had no idea which two names waited for us. Ashley had to be one, right?

She was, but John drew her, a giant smile on his face as he thought of her mouth, I'm sure.

Grace stood in front of me, only one slip of paper left in the bucket. With a smile on her face, she whispered, "Lucky you."

I pulled the slip of paper out and looked at the name. My eyes went wide as I read it off. "Avery." All the guys gasped.

Avery was a freshman on the team. Regarded as one of the best in the country. She was a member of the LDS church, like Camie, and, as far as I knew, had a squeaky clean reputation.

"You're in for a treat," Maile told me.

When we walked into the back corner of the Dumke Center, the first thing I noticed wasn't the mats or the roped-off space.

It was them.

The eight girls lined up like a damn starting lineup, each one dressed to kill in their own way--stretching, chatting, flipping their hair like it was just another practice. Except nothing about this felt normal.

Ella caught my eye first--because of course she did. She was in a fire-engine red leotard, tight in all the right places, high-cut at the hips, open-backed. Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, and when she turned to laugh at something Poppy said, the leotard stretched tight across her chest. It looked like she'd just come from practice. Or like she never stopped performing.

Ashley leaned against a mat with one leg bent, looking casual as hell in a loose gray crop hoodie and those tiny black spandex shorts that barely covered anything. Her blonde hair was down, slightly curled, and she looked like she'd rolled out of bed with bad intentions. She wasn't wearing a bra--I could already see that much.

Next to her, Ana looked every bit the athlete she was, braless in a skin-tight tank that hugged her chest and clung to her toned waist. Her dark green leggings hugged her hips, those powerful thighs flexing slightly as she shifted her weight. Her curls were twisted up in a high bun, and she had that still, calculating look--like she was sizing up her target.

Poppy was impossible to ignore. She wore a red bikini-style top that shimmered under the gym lights, paired with her old gold-trimmed leotard bottoms from the championship meet. Her long hair bounced as she moved, her makeup flawless, her skin practically glowing. She looked like she belonged onstage--and she knew it.

MaKenna stood a little apart from the others, tugging casually at the knot in her white tanktop, which was already riding high enough to show her toned stomach. Her cutoff shorts barely covered the thong leotard peeking out underneath. Her long platinum-blonde braid hung down her back, and she looked both nervous and incredibly turned on by the attention.

Avery looked... sweet. Almost too sweet. She had her warm-up jacket zipped halfway, just enough to show off the white skin-tight tanktop underneath. Her blonde hair was in a soft ponytail, cheeks a little flushed like she knew we were looking. She shifted nervously, but her eyes sparkled--like she had something to prove.

Camie stood quietly, arms folded, her loose joggers hanging low on her hips and a black tanktop hugging her curves. Her dark brown hair was tucked behind one ear, and the outline of a sleek leotard showed underneath. She looked modest--until she caught Sean's eye and gave him a quiet, confident nod.

Then there was Olivia. Ripped jeans, tight crop top, no bra. She was the picture of fuck-it confidence. Her auburn hair fell in soft waves, and she stood with one hand on her hip, chewing gum like this was a game she'd already won. Her jeans clung to her ass, and the way her top lifted when she stretched? Unapologetic. Bold. Dangerous.

I looked around at the guys--each of them trying not to stare too hard. Jaylene, Grace, and Maile were already grinning on the sideline like they knew exactly what they were doing. Maile walked up behind me and whispered, "She may look all sweet and innocent, but I know that she is probably one of the most experienced girls here. Had a long-term boyfriend in high school that she did plenty with before ending it early this year."

Jaylene had all the guys line up and told us to drop our pants. While Maile went to tell the girls who they were paired with, Jaylene and Grace walked down the line, wrapping their hands around each guys cock and stroking them to full hardness. I was in the middle and Grace got to me first. As she wrapped her familiar hands around my growing cock, she said, "Good luck. Kinda hope you last the full ten minutes so I can help out."

When all eight of us guys were hard and ready, the eight girls stepped up. I stared into Avery's pretty blue-gray eyes as I heard some of the guys saying hi to their girls. On Maile's mark, they got down onto their knees, resting them on a mat that was strategically placed there. Avery eyed my cock, seven-inches long and thick, licking her lips, and I couldn't help but wonder just how much experience she had.

I looked around the area we were in, seeing some of my brothers looking up or to the side, some staring intently downwards. A few had a look of pure concentration on their faces, while others didn't know what to do. Maile was standing behind the girls, pacing back and forth, while Jaylene and Grace were on the sides, looking intently.

"Everybody ready?" Maile asked and watched as the girls all nodded their heads.

"Go!"

As soon as she said go, all eight girls leaned forward as their hands, mouth, and tongues all reached out for the hard cocks in front of them. My moan joined many others as I felt Avery's hands, calloused from the actual gymnastics practice they had that morning, wrapped around my cock and started moving up and down. She stuck her tongue out, swirling it around my tip and I instantly knew, just from her movements, that Maile was right.

I heard the three girls not currently sucking a cock, cheering on their teammates. "Let's go, Ella!" shouted Maile.

"Damn, look at Camie go! She's got no chill," said Jaylene.

"Ashley's been training for this her whole life," said Grace.

Trying not to look at Avery, as much as I was enjoying her as she wrapped her lips around my shaft, and began bobbing her head up and down the first few inches of my cock, I looked around to see what everyone else was going.

I watched as Ashley, trying to gain an advantage, quickly pulled her top off, rubbing and squeezing her bare chest as she deep throated John.

Ana immediately tried to grab Mark's hand and put it on the back of her head, but was quickly shouted down by Maile as he also pulled it away. She put her hands on his hips, using them to hold herself steady as she tried to get as much of his thick cock down her throat.

MaKenna, paired up with Danny, had both hands wrapped around his shaft, stroking him up and down, as she licked his tip and softly talked dirty to him. "When I'm done with you, you'll never go back to Jaylene."

Poppy pulled her bikini-style top down as she used the same technique as MaKenna, minus the dirty talk. Her eyes were firmly fixed on Nate, practically begging him to cum.

Right next to me was Camie and Sean. I was surprised to find that Camie had her nose buried in his groin, his long cock all the way down her throat. With the way she was kneeling, I could just catch a glimpse of her cleavage with the tanktop she had on.

Olivia was surprisingly competitive. I had slept with her before and, while it was good, she wasn't the most adventurous. But now? Fuck, was she driving Pete nuts. Deep throating him every time as she stared up at him with watery eyes, her lips and cheeks bulging out.

And then there was Kevin. Poor Kevin. He was doing everything he could not to cum. Ella was pulling out all her tricks. Bobbing her head, one hand on his shaft, the other on his balls, moaning as she took him in with her tongue running wild.

Moving my eyesight back to Avery, I was pretty sure she wasn't too concerned about the competition. Slowly and sensually moving her head back and forth along the upper portion of my cock, while her hand stroked the lower portion, she hummed softly on my shaft. She did surprise me, however, when she cupped my balls, and softly squeezed them.

Kevin was the first to finish, letting out a loud groan as he came down Ella's throat. We all watched as he collapsed backwards onto a mat as Ella jumped up, wiping her lips, a giant smile on her face, getting high-fives and hugs from her senior teammates and coach like she had just finished a beam routine and nailed it.

She joined with Grace and Jaylene as they kept up a running commentary, placing mock bets as to who would finish second and third. Maile continued to pace, encouraging her team like a coach would, hyping up the seven remaining girls.

Camie, to everybody's surprised, finished Sean off second. Her modest style was perfectly suited for this and she caught his cum on her tongue before swallowing it. We all watched her blush as she got praise from her older teammates.

Poppy was using her breasts, rubbing them up and down Nate's shaft, her eyes never leaving his as he started to orgasm and covered her chest.

Nate should have finished fourth, but was disqualified when he grabbed onto MaKenna's head, nearly doubling over as he held her close and came down her throat. All the girls that were done or not competing started to yell at him as he let go and immediately apologized to MaKenna. "It's OK. I enjoyed it."

So far, there had been minutes to second in between each guy finishing. I honestly had no idea how much total time had passed or how much was left.

Mark and Pete finished at pretty much the same time. Ana deep throated Mark as he shot his large load into her with some of it spilling out of her lips. Olivia, continuing to surprise me, pulled Pete out of her mouth, and jacked him off onto the exposed skin of her chest, rubbing his cum all over but being careful not to get any on her tanktop.

That left just John and myself. The last two to draw names and the last two left to finish. Having received blowjobs from Ashley before, I was little shocked that she was still there. John obviously had either amazing stamina or great willpower.

Everybody that was done, starting to cheer like mad. The girls, encouraging the two left to not be the last one. The guys, encouraging us to last just a few minutes longer and get a double blowjob.

Ashley started to pull out all of the stops, not wanting to let the freshman beat her. Loud moans, pinching her nipples, taking him deep, and playing with his balls.

Avery, realizing that she could potentially have bragging rights over one of the seniors next year, started going faster on my cock with both her hand and mouth. She unzipped her jacket and pulled up her tanktop, revealing her A-cup-sized breasts. Nice, round, and firm, I immediately wanted to touch them but held back.

I kept looking between the two, glancing at Ashley taking his cock into her mouth and at her amazing breasts before going back to Avery. Avery, locking eyes with me, took me out of her mouth, and whispered, "Don't look away."

Jacking me off with both of her hands, being cheered on by everyone, Avery finally got me to climax. I orgasmed hard, cum shooting out and landing on her face, neck, clothes, and chest.

"Fuck," I moaned, stumbling backwards to sit down on the mat. Avery jumped up, arms in the air as she jumped around, giving high-fives and hugs all around.

"Come on, Ashley! One minute left!" Maile yelled out.

"Fuck!" I heard John moan as he finally started to cum. Ashley moved her mouth to his tip, pumping his cum onto her tongue. When he was done and joined me on the floor, she showed everybody the cum before swallowing it down.

As we all lay recovering, Maile draped a towel over Ella and said, "Ella is the blowjob queen. Camie wins for most shocking. And Avery gets biggest upset."

I watched as Avery, with a giant smile on her face, laughed with her teammates. Glancing back at me, I just shook my head and mouth, "Great job."

I didn't have anything going on the next week so I decided to drive down to Fort Worth and cheer on the team as they competed for the NCAA Gymnastics National championship. For Grace and Jaylene, plus the other two seniors on the team, it was their last chance to win a National Championship, and I really wanted to see them win it in person. Plus, I couldn't help but think...if they win, I would be the only person around to help them "celebrate."

That first night there, the team was invited to a banquet at the Fort Worth zoo along with the other seven teams/school competing that weekend. As I lay in my hotel bed that night, I scrolled through social media, looking at all of the pictures the girls and team were posting, thinking how much I would love to get in some of their dresses. And even texted that to a few of them.

It only took a few minutes before Ashley, one of the ones I had texted, responded and said, "Jaylene and I are roommates this weekend. Want to break some rules and come over tonight?"

"Fuck yes," I told her.

I kept my hoodie up and my head down as I slipped through the hotel hallway, soft carpet muffling my steps. Room 612--Jaylene and Ashley's room. I'd memorized it the second Ashley texted me earlier with: "We'll be waiting. In the dresses from today. With a little surprise."

She didn't need to say more. I knew exactly what that meant.

Two quick knocks, one slow. That was the signal.

The door opened a crack, just enough for Jaylene to peek out, then yank me in by the front of my hoodie. "About time," she whispered.

She shut the door fast and locked it behind me, flipping the deadbolt and sliding the chain on with practiced precision.

Inside, it was dim. The room glowed in soft bedside light, and Ashley was perched on the edge of the bed across from us, legs crossed, grinning like she'd just gotten away with something--and technically, she had.

She was still in that pale yellow sundress I'd seen her wear earlier in the day, but it hung looser now. The straps were barely clinging to her shoulders, the hem riding high as she shifted. Her blonde hair was in a loose ponytail, wisps falling around her face. The white cowgirl boots were still on, half-tucked beneath the sheets like she hadn't even considered taking them off.

Jaylene, on the other hand, was fully put together--and then some. Strapless blue floral dress hugging her curves, soft waves pulled into a low braid, and that look in her eye like she knew exactly what I came for. Her tan boots clacked softly on the carpet as she passed me, brushing against my arm on her way to the bed.

"I thought you said to be quiet," I said, dropping my hoodie and glancing toward the door.

Ashley smiled, slow and mischievous. "We are being quiet. You just happen to be loud," she said.

Jaylene plopped onto the bed next to her, pulling her legs up and tucking them beneath her and said, "Coach would lose her mind if she knew a frat guy was in here the night before championships."

"Only if she finds out," I said, kicking off my shoes and stepping further in.

Ashley reached for my wrist and tugged me down beside her as she said, "She won't. As long as you do what we say."

I looked between the two of them--Ashley in yellow, glowing with innocence that wasn't real, and Jaylene in blue, smirking like she had a whole script already written.