All Star College Ch 7

All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.

Author's Note: This is a slightly modified version of my original story posted elsewhere.

All Star College 7

(MF, MMF, DP, DVP, DAP MFF, Oral, FF, Anal, Titfuck)

By MrMaxLord

Starring: Lili Reinhart, Halsey, Hailee Steinfeld, Camila Mendes, Madelaine Petsch, Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift, Elisha Cuthbert, Victoria Justice, Sabrina Carpenter, Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen, Kelli Berglund, Ariana Grande, Blake Lively, Kira Kosarin, Samara Weaving, Zendaya, Kiernan Shipka, Margot Robbie, Natalie Alyn Lind

"This is such bullshit!" yelled Madelaine. She was pacing back and forth in her bedroom, her normally pale face almost as red as her hair with anger. And she wasn't alone, Jesse Carr was sitting on her bed, listening to her unload her fury.

Madelaine's anger wasn't directed at him. Jesse was one of the few good things to happen to her since she got back from Spring Break. She and Jesse had decided to give being a bit more than fuck pals a try. That was the good thing. A good thing made even better as she didn't even have to worry about a break-up with Jared. That boat had long since sailed and after her wild time in Lake Havasu she was ready for something with a lot more affection and a person who was actually there for her.

The bad thing was she had been passed over for the job of manager at Knockers. That level of bad was compounded by the fact that she'd been passed over for the GM's daughter...a person with no restaurant experience.

"I'm done, I swear to god I'm fucking done. I give that place WAY more fucking time than they deserve, we are constantly the single HIGHEST in alcohol sales in the tri-state region because of ME and how I train these girls. You think it just takes a great set of tits and an amazing ass?"

"No, I do not," Jesse said.

"You're damn right!" Madelaine fell back on the bed and laid her head in Jesse's lap, looking up at him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You're making it really hard for me to be furious and being metaphorically buttfucked," she said with a mock pout.

"Sorry," Jesse said.

"Don't be," Madelaine said with a reluctant smile. She rose up only to rest her head on Jesse's shoulder. "It's just, I really wanted that. I thought I proved myself. I put so much into that place. I put up with drunks playing grabass with me and for what? Nepotism. Pure and simple."

"Then take your talents elsewhere," suggested Jesse. "You've seen the flyers on campus about that new restaurant. The one from that Food Network chick."

"Start all over as a waitress at a new place? An unproven place?" Madelaine looked to Jesse with an incredulous look. "I can't afford to do that."

"No, apply as a manager." he replied.

"Are you serious?" Madelaine got up and walked to her dresser at the foot of her bed, sitting on the edge. "I have no practical experience in that and you expect someone like Elisha Cuthbert to hire me? She's like Gordon Ramsey-famous. She's not going to do that."

"Mads, you have plenty of experience." He stood up and walked to her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. "Whenever Carlos isn't there, that is pretty much your position alongside being head server. You come up with the schedules when someone takes time off, hell you come up with half of the schedules anyway. You do all the training, you come up with drink specials. You might as well be a manager. And you had Carlos' support, so you have him as a reference. And of course, you can say you'd bring two of the best workers with you."

"I'm guessing you mean yourself and Selena?" Madelaine asked, her tone very knowing.

"Well, it's true. Aside from you, Selena's the best at Knocker's and she's definitely loyal to you. And I think it's confirmed I am. That'd be a bit of an edge you bring to the interview, a guarantee of having strong, experienced staff coming with you. Then wrap it up with your whole e-sports proposal which I know you aren't bringing to Knockers-"

"Damn right I'm not." the redhead confirmed.

"So you apply and bring every single last thing you can to the table," Jesse said. "We both know you can make one hell of a compelling argument. You could be a lawyer if not for that pesky conscience."

"You really think I could do it?" she asked, her face going from angry and frustrated to soft and hopeful.

"Oh, I know you can." He leaned forward to plant a kiss on her bee-stung lips.

"Correct answer," Madelaine said, her far more familiar confident and calculated smile returning to her face. "And don't you know what happens to good boys who get the right answer?"

"I believe so but I think you're about to give me a bit of confirmation on that just to be sure."

"Oooh, another correct answer," Madelaine said with a grin. "You're on a roll." The fiery woman playfully pushed Jesse back on the bed and crawled on his body, straddling him at the crotch. She looked down at him barely able to hold back a sexy smile behind pursed lips. There were a lot of advantages to dating a guy who could keep up with her desires. Soft and sweet, hot nasty and everything in between. A shoulder to cry on and a cock to ride.

"Mmm, someone's ready," Madelaine said, grinding her crotch over Jesse's hardness, she loved feeling how hard he was through his own sweatpants and the shorts she was wearing. Feeling how much he wanted her made her want to tear both their clothes off. However, the anticipation always made the high feel better.  When she noticed his eyes darting from her face to her chest, Madelaine decided to take that as his vote as to wear to go next.

"I never get tired of this," Jesse said as Madelaine pulled her shirt off, revealing her tits to him. Jesse had become very familiar with them. Their feel, their taste. Just the way to touch them, how to make her swoon just by stroking her pink nipples in just the right way. He'd become a scholar in the realm of Madelaine's body.

Jesse decided to use that scholarly knowledge when he rose up and planted his face right in the middle of Madelaine's bare cleavage. He licked and suckled at her pale mounds, giving tender affection to those tender pink tips.

"Mmm Jesse baby," Madelaine said, her mouth a wide grin. "Just like that honey...just fucking like that." The fire-haired femme fatale pulled her man closer while she ground against his crotch. Just feeling that hard cock straining against something as loose as sweatpants and dying to be set free all because of her made Madelaine absolutely soaked. He was clearly ready for the main event and she had gotten there as well. She'd started out ready but now it had become a full-on frenzy.

Madelaine pulled away from her man an got to her feet. Jesse's eyes were glued to her as she removed her shorts. Once they were removed her attention when back to Jesse, noticing he still had his pants on.

"Take your fucking pants off," she said with a smirk, tossing her shorts to the side. Jesse didn't even get off the bed to follow her command, his scramble to be free of his sweats being enough to get a chuckle out of Madelaine. Once his cock was out and ready that elation gave way to a seductive smile.

Madelaine pounced on him, a tigress who had her prey. Prowling up his body and pressing her full lips up his legs until getting to his hard prick. In one swipe she had taken Jesse's cock balls deep, getting a loud cry of "Oh shiiit!" to erupt from Jesse's mouth.

His hands went to Madelaine's fiery red mane. He knew the rules. She wasn't one for face-fucking. But she didn't mind the feeling of fingers coursing through her hair a little bit of direction when she hit on something that felt right. It actually turned her on more than a little.

The lewd sound of Madelaine's sloshing suckjob filled the room. She was fast, driving him to the brink of that climax. His eyes felt like the reels of a slot machine with how they were rolling into the back of his skull. The lack of technique was the technique. She could have worked him over until her was melting like a candle, but then where would the fun be for her? This wasn't a lunchbreak quickie at Knocker's.

With the same quickness in which she swallowed his cock Madelaine moved up his body, leaving a few love bites on Jesse's chest before sinking down on his rigid rod.

"Fuuuuck YES!" Madelaine growled. Jesse's hand went to her ass like a magnet and just as when the cock was in her mouth, Madelaine started out full speed. With Jesse's hand taking a firm grip on her perfect peach of a rear she rode him hard, giving the springs of her mattress a hard work out.

"Oh, fuck yeah baby," Jesse bellowed. "Fucking ride my cock Mads...fucking ride it!"

"Yes yes yes yes!" she cried. "Fucking give me that cock baby....my fucking cock...all fucking mine right now." Jesse's eyes darted between Madelaine's face, a sex-starved sneer on it and her tits bouncing with every movement she made.  A treat for his eyes while his cock, buried in her tight, wet lust cavern had it's on tactile treats.

Madelaine made a quick movement, grabbing Jesse's hands on her round bottom and bringing them above his head, pinning them there by the wrists as she took full control.

"Keep your hands there," she said. "Don't you fucking move them until I say so." Jesse nodded and Madelaine leaned forward, licking his lips before rising back up. He was more than willing to take things bit easier.

She held his hands in place as she began to twerk her pussy on his cock, bouncing up and down. "Mmmm fuck your cock is fucking good...." Madelaine said, biting her lower lip. "So good in my tight cunt...nnng fuck yessss!"

Madelaine released his grip on his hands and brought her hands to his face. Jesse eagerly sucked her fingers into his mouth, caressing the digits with his tongue. It was a unique delight for Madelaine. It wasn't something she could get off of but there was a depraved tenderness to it. He needed her taste so bad, but the suckling on her fingers was delicate and longing.

"This is my fucking cock," Madelaine moaned through that big toothy smile. It was almost a chant she repeated, until she locked eyes with Jesse. "Fucking say it Jesse...who's fucking cock is this?"

"Oh fuuuckkk," he groaned trying to form the right thoughts to even form words. That was making Madelaine a little impatient.

"Say it!" she demanded, that smile on her face not disappearing but becoming a bit more sinister. "Fucking say whose cock this is!"

"Fuck it's your Mads!" Jesse yelled. "FUCKING YOURS!"

"FUCK YESS!!" She cried out, ecstatic over the hot pleasure running through her veins. When she felt his hands return to ass it only increased. His desire had overridden any kind of "orders" she'd implied to him. That was perfectly fine with Madelaine.  Better than fine. Passion didn't really follow rules. And when he pulled himself up to make contact once more with her lips and the flesh of her breasts, she couldn't fault him for wanting another taste.

As Madelaine's scorching demands melted back into moans Jesse was getting a thrill on fronts. Smell, taste, sound and of course touch. The site of Madelaine mid-coitus was also a visual treat. It was true when he was laying back, watching her ide him. Seeing the sweat start to glisten on her fit body and make her scarlet hair start to get matted. Watching as his cock was rocked by her pussy was a sight to behold.

Now that he was up now, he had a whole new view as he sucked on her tit. His eye caught their reflection in the mirror at Madelaine's dresser. The view of her as they fucked, bouncing on his cock. Her gripped her peach thrusting up into her. Madelaine cried out for more. His eyes looked to her face then to the mirror. That's when an idea hit his brain.

"Oh fuuuck!" Madelaine said with a laugh as she was suddenly removed from Jesse's cock and put on all fours, facing that mirror. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, looking at Jesse and wiggling her supple ass. "Gimme back my cock."

Jesse grabbed a handful of her red locks and wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her up with a laugh. Madelaine turned and kissed her man before he turned her face to the mirror. She moaned as he played with her tit, a moan that grew in volume as he re-entered her pussy.

"Look at us Mads," Jesse said, kissing her neck. "Look at you...how fucking hot you are...how fucking good it feels to be fucked by me..."

"Mmm so fucking good," she grinned. "Don't fucking stop...really fuck me now...take it..."

"Take what?" he asked before pushing her down until she was back on all fours. "I want to hear you say it."

"Take my fucking pussy."

"But if I did that who's pussy is it?"

Madelaine laughed. Sex with Jesse was so much fun. They switched between dominance so many times, both willing to submit to the other and then take control. No cues, all instinct. She had her round of running things. It was his turn and she couldn't wait.

"Yours," she said, staring him out through the mirror. "So, take your fucking pussy...OH FUCK!" Jesse happily granted her request. A loud crack echoed in the room when Jesse slapped her ass, leaving a bright pink handprint on her cheek.

"Fucking slap it baby!" Madelaine howled. She was clawing at her blankets as her depths were plunged by Jesse's delightful dick. Every nerve ending was on fire and they were both gulping for air with every powerfully deep thrust he made inside of her. They were both growling and moaning. Filthy words and each other's names.

"My fucking pussy," Jesse said. "Gonna make my pussy cum....you want that baby? Can't wait to make you cum."

"So close...oh my...Jesse baby...oh making feel so good...fuck baby yes...oh oh...don't stop please just make me cum!" Her gaze reflected back in the mirror fueled him on. And the more he went, the heavier she returned the favor, pushing back to meet his thrusts and adding more spice to her vocabulary.

"Make me cum...fucking do it Jesse...take this cunt and make it cum...then...mmm don't you fucking cum inside me....I want it on my face...my tongue...cover me in your hot fucking cream!"

"Oh fuck Mads...gonna give it to you...all...fucking hell all of it!" His hand held tight to her hips as he went full blast inside of her, giving her everything he had. All the power, all the passion, everything she brought out in him.

"Yes...yes...YES...YEEESSSSSSS!!!" Madelaine broke through that pleasure threshold and reveled in it. Her brains felt every kind of pleasure, every kind of high as her scream went silent, the noises croaking out of her throat. Her fists clenched tight as Jesse desperately fucked her through her orgasm, each stroke sending little aftershocks of pleasure through her body.

And despite all that...Madelaine knew what she had promised him she pulled away and turned around, sucking her orgasm remnants off of Jesse's throbbing cock. He was ready to burst and she was ready for a taste.

Madelaine let her hand take over, freeing her mouth up to spit a little fire. "Cum for me," she said. "Cum...all over this pretty face...let me feel every drop on my face...taste it on my tongue...every...last...drop...."

"Fuck Mads, cumming!" Jesse shouted.

"Yesss!" Madelaine exclaimed as cum started to rain down on her face from her boyfriend's rod. A look of complete and total satisfaction covered his face just as his hot sticky jizz covered Madelaine's beautiful face, some of it pooling on her tongue before she sucked the remainder from his spent cock.

"Fuck Maddie," Jesse said, still sex-dazed. Her looked down at his sinful little angel and brought his hand to her face, tracing his cum in between her lips, where she promptly sucked on his fingers as he had hers.

"Mmmm, stress relieved," she purred. "You're a keeper."

********

"How the hell are you understanding this?" Peter said, completely exasperated. He, Sabrina, and Camila were at the dining room table in his apartment. Even though finals were far enough away that most of the student body were holding off any serious study to the point they were going to be pulling their hair out during Red Bull-fueled all-nighters, the trio had decided to start studying a bit early due to the finishing up of the film. Peter and Sabrina were busy on color correction and trimming down the run time and Camila was busy booking a premiere at a local theater. Small time stuff for sure, but still a bigger effort than she thought it would be.

With all of that on their plates, they agreed it might be for the best if they also threw some studying into the mix, seeing as how it was looking more and more like the movie was going to monopolize their time. And the first to break was Peter. And it was a break Camila had been very familiar with going all the way back to eighth grade where he was concerned, Peter's old enemy of mathematics.

"Let me see," Cami said, instantly sliding into her old role from growing up alongside him. He knew his way around every kind of issue she ever had with Language Arts and essays, and Camila was the numbers girl. She scanned the problems he was tackling and his stalled attempts to solve them. "You're not even trying to break down the problem. You still don't understand the order of operations?"

"Letters and punctuation don't belong in math problems and never have!" He said.

"Uh huh," Cami said, rolling her eyes ever so slightly. "Look, just watch me, okay? Watch me break it down and solve it. Step by step. You know, the same way we've been doing this since we were thirteen."

"Are you gonna tie his shoes too?" Sabrina joked.

"Big talk from someone who told me she thought the Nazi's started World War I," Peter replied.

"Okay but in my defense there's like two World War I movies and fifty bajillion World War II movies. The mix-up is understandable."

"Keep telling yourself that Sabs."

Sabrina responded with a jovial middle finger before getting back to her European history studies.

"So, where's Hailee?" Cami asked while she worked out the problem for Peter. "Haven't seen her at any of these little study-buddy sessions."

"Some other folks from her math class I think," Peter said. "I get it too. As we've seen, I'm still pretty much useless when it comes to anything above long division. I think she made the right call."

"Well, here's a little spoiler I think you've long since figured out," Camila said, finishing the problem up. "If you know enough to do your taxes you know enough math. Unless you want to be a rocket scientist or something."

"Then why are you so good at it?"

"Because I was born into numbers thanks to daddy. And in case you haven't noticed I'm TOTALLY a genius. Thought you would have figured that out after all these years." The two shared a smile before continuing. "Now, let me show you again every single step to take so you can at LEAST get a C on your final and then be done with mathematics forever. After that you have classes you're actually good at, right?"

"Yep. Which brings me to our other conspicuous absence, where's Lili? We're both in that Japanese folklore class, thought we might try and get some studying in on that. I mean it's a fun class but still, want to be sharp."

"She's....she's out having some fun," Cami said, holding a bit back. While Lili had gotten a lot closer with everyone following her break-up with Jake, but there were still some things she knew Lili would rather reveal in her own way. It wasn't Cami's place to tell people that Lili was bisexual. "Which I think she deserves."

"I don't know," Sabrina said, cracking open a fresh beer. "From what I understand she ended up having a LOT of fun right before we left the lake house."

"How'd you find out about that?" Peter asked.

"Well, you know those sweet, beautiful pillowy lips on your girlfriend? Turns out they're also fairly loose."