Jane Fox - Sucking coeds

"God! What a great advertisement for a snack-food bar!" Herbie breathed, and rushed to catch up to Paula, who was already running down the sidewalk towards the library.

"We did it, didn't we?" he said breathlessly as he caught up with her.

"Sure did!" she panted. "Even the short order cook was in on it. Did you see him eating French fries out of the little waitress' cunt? It'll take them a week to clean up that place!"

The twins hurried to the school gymnasium as they had planned earlier. Ordinarily, they had a free period at two o'clock, but they knew Herbie and Paula were going to the campus coffee shop, where they usually spent their free time.

"Let's go to the gym," Barry had suggested that morning when the boys had discussed their plans of action. "They're having the girls' gymnastic tryouts and they'll be plenty of pussy swinging around on those bars. It's a perfect place to fuck at two o'clock. Just think if all that action. Pussy on the high bars, pussy on the low bars, pussy on the mats and pussy on the balance beams. Sound good, Harry?"

"You bet!" Harry had answered promptly. "The way those athletic girls bend around every which way, you might even find a girl with a pussy that leans to the left, Barry!"

"God!" Barry had muttered, half-amused. "You're never going to let me forget that smart crack of Susie's, are you?" He shook his head, grinning. "Meet you at one-thirty outside the gym. That'll give me a chance to make some plans and we can stake out the pussy and decide which ones we want." He licked his lips, hornily. "Jesus Christ! I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about it! Give me a pussy with muscles anytime. I'll bet those chicks can really grab a cock and squeeze."

Harry and Barry hurried into the deserted gymnasium and took two seats in the front of the gym.

"What are we going to do if the gym teacher kicks us out?" Harry asked, a note of worry creeping into his voice.

"Oh, she won't," Barry answered confidently. "Shirley Adams is the girls' coach for gymnastics this year. She's the chick that used to come over to the house last year and make so much noise, remember?"

"Oh, shit!" Harry chuckled. "No wonder you wanted to come to the gym. Does she know what's going on?"

"No, not exactly," Barry answered, grinning back at his brother. "But I did call her this morning and promise her I'd provide an audience for the event if she'd give me a little bit of her time later. She was only to happy to cooperate. She said she wanted her girls to get used to working in front of an audience!"

"Jesus, you're a sly devil, Barry," Harry laughed. "Are we the audience, or did you line up something there, too?"

"Well," Barry answered, straight-faced, "I did mention something about it to a few guys in geology class this morning. Of course I didn't tell them what was going to happen. I just told them I thought it might be interesting to watch, and they promised to show up at one forty-five." He glanced at his watch. "I'd guess there would be about twenty horny guys here in about three minutes. I happened to mention that I knew a girl who didn't wear panties for the workouts, and suggested they get seats in the front row with us!"

"Oh, God, Barry!" Harry moaned. "Do you realize that the whole school will probably show up? What are we going to do if five hundred horny guys come in?"

"Oh, there won't be that many," Barry said confidently. "I sold tickets in advance and told them that if anyone unauthorized showed up, I'd tell my girl friend the gym teacher to kick everybody out. Made about fifty dollars for the good old frat slush fund, though."

Harry let out a whoop of laughter as the gym started to fill up with spectators. Each boy came up to Barry and presented an orange ticket with a number stamped on it. Barry took the tickets and tore off half, giving the other half back. Then he got up casually and, locked the gym door with a key he took from his pocket.

"For Christ sakes, how did you get that key?" Harry whispered loudly.

"Shirley gave it to me," Barry answered. "She said no more than twenty guys, and guess who's not wearing panties?"

"You don't have to tell me," Harry said, hitting his head with his hand. "Shirley – right?"

"Right!" Barry replied, grinning widely. "Oh, by the way, she's holding a drawing right after the tryouts. The winner gets to keep her panties and gets to spend the night at her apartment. How's that for a door prize?"

"What the hell are you doing majoring in history?" Harry grumbled. "You ought to be a business major with an emphasis in advertising!"

Then he patted Barry on the shoulder. "It's a damn good thing you're my brother," he said warmly. "It's going to be good to have a millionaire in the family in case I ever need to borrow money."

Barry glanced at his watch. It was ten minutes until two. "Shirley said she'd start the girls at ten till," he said. "I hope she's not late. I want to watch a little bit of this before all hell breaks loose."

Just then the door to the dressing rooms opened and Shirley Adams walked out, following by a group of nervous-looking girls in their gym suits. "Shirley's going to go first," Barry whispered. "Watch the expressions on those guys' faces when she swings upon the bars!"

Shirley ran over to the bars and swung up effortlessly, her shirt flipping up provocatively, exposing a perfectly rounded, gleaming ass, with just a peek of soft, fuzzy beaver beneath it.

Harry chuckled appreciatively as he turned to look at the audience. "They've all got their tongues hanging out," he whispered to Barry. "That little Shirley had got to be the greatest gymnast in the whole world!"

Shirley executed a swinging leap to the lower bar, flashing another beaver shot at the assembled group. Harry noticed that she was careful to flip her skirt up only when her ass was towards the audience, the girls in back of her being kept completely unaware of their instructor's missing piece of apparel.

"Here comes the grand finish!" Barry whispered excitedly as Shirley went into her dismount, ending up facing the audience in a front split, exposing the whole expanse of her pretty crimson cunt-lips for the boys' delighted inspection.

"Wow!" breathed Harry as Shirley trotted back to the girls. "That lady ought to be a stripper. She got me so hot just looking at her, I'm ready to come in my jeans!"

Barry glanced at his watch again. "Five minutes to go," he remarked, nudging Harry sharply. "If you can hold it for five minutes, I think you can find a better place to shoot than that old worn-out pair of jeans."

One by one the girls mounted the balance beams, trying for perfect style and grace. Several girls were very good, doing routines that were complicated. The audience was getting restless, though, and Barry glanced at his watch again.

"Okay, let's go!" he whispered and stood up, applauding.

"You girls are really good!" he said loudly, grinning from ear to ear. "In fact, you're so good, we decided to have a little judging of our own and award a little prize to the best two gymnasts!"

Shirley Adams let out a soft laugh as Barry continued. "Right on, Barry!" she called out. "Now tell my girls who won and how they can collect their prizes."

"Marilu Kirby and Ellen Fitzgerald are the winners today, girls. It was a hard decision and we've given it a lot of careful consideration. I think the rest of you girls will appreciate seeing Marilu and Ellen receive their prizes, however. Marilu and Ellen? Will you step right up to the front please?"

He jumped up on the stage and motioned Harry to follow. "Now close your eyes, girls, and don't peek!" He grinned at the audience and the rest of the girls putting his finger to his lips in a shushing motion. "Now hold out your right hands, and we'll give you the prizes!"