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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.
