All-Star College

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

All Star College Chapter 8

By MrMaxLord & Slyguy

(MF, FF, Anal, Blowbang, Oral, Cons, Roleplay)

Featured Celebs: Lili Reinhart, Selena Gomez, Hailee Steinfeld, Madchen Amick, Camila Mendes, Jurnee Smollett, Olivia Holt, Madelaine Petsch, Florence Pugh, Kelli Berglund, Amy Adams, Blake Lively, Kelly Brook, Margot Robbie, Samara Weaving, Tori Black, Emma Stone, Elizabeth Olsen, Camila Cabello, Ariana Grande, Kiernan Shipka, Zoe Kravitz, Peyton List, Taylor Swift

"Yessssss," Lili moaned. Her nude body was glimmering with sweat. The feeling her lover was delivering to her, head buried squarely in her pussy. Eyes fluttering, back arching and her hands gripping the silken sheets she laid upon. She didn't quite know how she got where she was and she didn't care. Everything just felt too good to care.

Her lover's mouth seemed to somehow be everywhere at once, lighting her skin on fire with kisses, licks from her tongue and caresses from her hands while also giving all that love to her pussy at the same time. It was impossibly amazing.

Lili looked down at her dream lover, running her fingers through her long, dirty blonde locks. Then those eyes, those big blue eyes hit her own and Lili felt a laser show go off through her whole body. Flashes of every color on the spectrum lit up as Lili's eyes shut tight. Her lover was going harder now, her hands holding her hips in place. Lili couldn't move, even if she wanted to. She was too drunk on pleasure that getting held in place was just an added bonus. She'd be lucky if by the end of this she'd be able to walk on her noodle-loose legs.

"Please..." she said, forcing the word out through a moan that was desperate to escape her mouth. "M-make me cum...."

"Mmmm," the lover said, giving Lili's engorged clit one last blast of attention before separating her mouth from it. "You want to cum, is that it?"

"Uh-huh." Lili said to the familiar voice, pinching and tugging her own nipples. "I need it...so bad..so fucking bad!"

"Well in that case," she said, kissing Lili's thighs between words. "I want to see the look on your face when I make you cum."

Lili moaned in, sucking in air as that mouth moved up her body, her hungry pussy now being given attention by very skilled hands. The more the mouth moved up the excited blonde, swirling her tongue around Lili's navel, lusciously licking and sucking her tits, leaving her mark on her neck until she was face to face with the begging blonde.

"Cum for me," Lili's lover said. "Cum for Blake."

Any response Lili had was muffled by Blake Lively's lips pressing against her's, the dominant dirty blonde sucking on Lili's tongue as her fingers worked pure magic in Lili's sopping pussy. A fire was lit within Lili, her crotch humping against Blake's fingers as her own arms wrapped around her, pulling the assertive lover closer. Lili was so close and desperately needed to be pushed over the edge. The kiss broke as Blake looked down and Lili moaned to the sloshing beat created by Blake's fingers. Lili's body writhed beneath Blake, back arching with teeth gritted as the inevitable conclusion was getting closer and closer by the second.

"Yesssss," Lili hissed. "Yes...Blake..gonna cum...yesss.... Yes..."

"YESSSS!" Lili cried out so loud it woke her. Her blue-green eyes darted open from the dreamy orgasm she'd just had. Back in familiar settings, she was sweating in the best way. Slowly her senses returned to her. "Wow...that was intense." She smiled to herself for a bit, then her eyes went to a framed set of photos, all with her boyfriend, Peter..the brother of the woman she'd just had an intense sex dream about.

She picked up the frame and looked at the photos of her and Peter together. Funny faces made, cuddling, kissing, her head on his shoulder. It made her smile, but then a tinge of guilt came along in relation to her dream.

"Well, this is going to be interesting," said to herself before flopping back down on the bed.

******

"Babe, not to sound all judgey," Taylor said, understandably confused. "But this is your surprise?" Norman had said he had something he just had to show her. The excitement was palpable. She really felt that it must be big.

Then they arrived at a house. It was a nice house, sure, but Taylor didn't get it if this was what the excitement was all for. But Norman still had that look on his face, something was up.

"Not entirely. This is my uncle's place and he asked me to house sit for a couple weeks. Which means he's allowed me full access to everything in the house."

"Babe, that's great. I know we just have an apartment, but it's a big one. And no offense but we're not fucking in your uncle's bed. Just...ew. No."

"Understood. That's not what I'm talking about." And with that, Norman made his big reveal, pressing a fob on his keychain, opening the garage door in front of them. As it rose, Taylor's jaw dropped at what lurked behind the aluminum door.

It was a candy apple red Corvette convertible. Just the sight of it was starting to make her wet. She wasn't a gearhead by any means, but something about that particular car in that particular color made her crazy. She'd always wanted one, and it simply had to be candy apple red.

"Okay, Normie I am steadfast about that whole uncle's bed thing but I kind of demand we fuck in the car."

"All in due time my love," he said, kissing her in the passenger seat. "We don't have full access until tomorrow when he leaves. But when he does I think we can definitely get down to fulfilling that demand."

********

"So let me get this straight," Connor Queen said. "You travel all over the world for your job, are so respected you've spoken at museums and had papers published and you're still a grad student? And now, for some reason you're taking a job here, in this town?"

"You make it sound so much more adventurous than it really is," the woman said. When she hit the town that night to familiarize herself with her new home, Florence Pugh hadn't expected to be sipping scotch and talking all about her life. She'd expected small talk about the beach or cooking or even some cheesy one-liners. But something about this charming lad sitting next to her at the bar got her on a tangent. A fellow student of history, he was of the undergrad variety. He still knew his stuff, and combined with a pair of dreamy hazel eyes it all just came pouring out. Well, most of it.

"It sounds pretty fun."

"Yes but the excitement in your voice makes it all sound like I'm Indiana Jones. Though I think I can pull off a fedora I have yet to have the pleasure of punching a Nazi over an Earth-threatening artifact. Mainly just pushing papers at a desk."

"You're still figuring stuff out," he said. "Even behind a desk that has to be exciting."

"Well, it certainly can be." Florence admitted. "It does have a flare of mystery to it. And of course when you love the subject, discovering new things about it, confirming theories...it's quite a rush." She sipped at her drink again, savoring the burn just a bit more. She liked this lad. And this was her first night out...and had been a long flight. Besides, there was no confirmation as to exactly how open Chris' relationship was with this Scarlett person. And Connor was definitely cute and could prove worthy of a revisit. It was time to plant a few seeds for the deed.

"So, I take it from what you've said, your real passion is like Scandinavian stuff? Maybe some Norse mythology?"

"To a degree I suppose." Florence answered. "But really, I adore Rome. Especially when it comes to debunking commonly held myths about the society of Ancient Rome."

"Like what?"

"Well, for example, did you know the idea of a Roman orgy is almost entirely fictional? There are no verifiable recorded accounts of such a thing ever occurring. Not even second hand accounts. The best evidence found of them are insults during political debates. Even in a society as sexually open as Rome was, an orgy was considered quite taboo.

"So no one did them?"

"I'm not saying that. All I'm saying is if they did they were more secretive about than even we are in modern times. However I'm not saying they were prudes. Far from it. They were far more comfortable with sexuality than we are. More upfront. It's just, well, some things seem to be an eternal taboo. At least publicly speaking."

"Then how exactly were they more upfront?" Connor asked. And it was sincere. Not a hit of flirting, which made Florence smile. It was going to make what she was going to say next so much more fulfilling.

"They didn't shy away from what they wanted. Far from prudes. I think we could learn a lot about how to just...live from their example."

"I can see that. Being just more...honest with yourself."

"Exactly," Florence said with a smile, downing the rest of her scotch. "I think we could all use that, don't you? Just being a little bit more blunt with what we want from a person. For example, with you being such a forward thinking lad I can't imagine you'd even flinch if I suggested that we pay for these drinks then go 'round back so I can suck your cock."

Florence watched with a knowingly sexy smile. To Connor's credit, he didn't flinch but to call the pause as the wheels turned in head pregnant would be underselling things.

"Um, so I'm getting the tab, right?" Connor said, gulping down the rest of his drink.

"Such a gentleman."

They set their empty glasses down. Connor paid and Florence led him out the back exit. He didn't even think to question this. Florence was far too hot to do such a thing. As for her, this wasn't out of the ordinary. If she would have had her way 100%, they'd go full force, fucking against the wall. However, she was on a schedule so drinks and a blowjob would have to suffice to scratch her international date line itch.

The curvy blonde pushed Connor against the brick wall and kissed hard, forcing her tongue into his mouth and demanding a round of tonsil hockey. Once the kiss broke she backed off, looking at him with a sly grin and a cocked eyebrow.

"I'm sure you've heard this before and never bought it," Florence said, sliding her hand down Connor's pants and grabbing his hardening prick. "But I do love to suck cock. Now I, of course, understand why you wouldn't believe that. And it's because it's bloody rubbish most of the time. There are just some poor souls out there, men and women, who think oral is a chore. It's not. It's a treat. It's a skill. And nothing makes me wetter than showing off that skill. Hearing that tone in a man's voice when you take the time to find every spot, from head to base, that makes him one second away from eruption. That's the fun you see...hearing, feeling, seeing and tasting what I'm doing to you. A real feast for the senses."

The Brit bombshell licked his chin before squatting down, yanking Connor's pants down with her. With one hand she cradled his balls while the other tenderly stroked his rod.

"Now this is a cock," Florence said. "A wonderful missile. Looks like it could fit just about anywhere wonderfully. I want you to think about that luv. I want you to think about all the things I might want this wonderful cock to do to me when next we meet."

Connor's only reply was a grateful groan as Florence's tongue entered the picture. Flicking against the tip first, she trailed down to the base like she was chasing the drippings of a popsicle on a hot summer day and then licked all the way back up. She let her tongue coat his pole in a light sheen of saliva before wrapping her lips around his crown. Fist's balled up, he looked down for the first time to get a visual on the tactile sensations and sounds sensually slobbering on his knob. The visual nearly knocked him down. Seeing Florence's lips gliding up and down his rod, her cheeks billowing from a hard suck before releasing his head with a pop. There was a look of delicious delivery in her brown eyes before her mouth returned to do Aphrodite's work.

Which wasn't to say she was hands free. No. With one hand working in unison with her mouth, she stroked that throbbing shaft while the other massaged and teased Connor's heavy balls. Florence was going all out. For a brief moment however, he hands took on a different duty, gripping Connor's hips as she began to push herself further on to his throbbing prong, taking all eight inches deep into her throat.

"Holy shit!" Connor yelled, words finally forming in his mouth to perfectly tell Florence what she was doing to him. It was music to her ears. And then the percussion of Connor beginning to thrust into the tight confines of her esophagus made the symphony complete.

Despite being the one without the wand, Florence was the conductor and it was time to add some vocals. Pulling off of his cock with a gasp, she gulped for air as her hands went right back to stroking his cock and fondling his balls.

"Mmmm, Connor I can feel it just as much as you can. Throbbing my hand and in moments my mouth once more. You want to cum. So here's your green light. Cum. Fill my mouth with that hot creamy spunk...because that's the best part of it for us both, isn't it? The last sweet moment of release. Euphoric pleasure...so just give in luv...just give in. But let me know so I can get ready to taste every lovely drop."

"Oh god, yes Florence," he said as her mouth returned to take them both home. Now it was working solo, her stroking hand now under her skirt, playing with her sopping pussy. All of this had gotten Florence worked up and she hadn't even touched herself. Now it was time for a little additional self satisfaction.

Groans and the sloppy sound of sucking emanated from the back alley, which for the college town wasn't anything too new. Neither were the words coming from Connor's mouth.

"Right...ngg right there...oh fuck...Florence...gonna...oh shit...gonna cum...oh baby swallow it...fuck. Please swallow it all...ohh...ahh...ahhhh...AHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

It hit the roof of Florence's mouth like a shotgun, the first barrage of cum. More and more splashed in her mouth, the bawdy Brit moaning at the taste as she gulped down stream after stream. The wet warmth, the pulsing cock, gave Florence her own small, but still satisfying orgasm, shaking through it as she swallowed the large load and diddled herself silly.

Slowly Connor withdrew his deflated sword, a tiny trickle of cum leaking from the corner of Florence's mouth. Grabbing his cock and pressing the head to the last bit of cum, he pushed it up to Florence's lips, the grateful blonde sucking the cum from his still sensitive head before it was all over.

"You have my number, right?" Florence said. Connor nodded. "Good. Because I can't wait to see what we can do with a bit more time."

*******

"Is it just me or is a photography textbook the silliest thing?" Camila asked. She and Peter were in the campus bookstore, stocking up for the upcoming semester. "I mean really shouldn't the only textbook be the instruction manual for the camera?"

"Probably," Peter admitted. "At least it's only one book. My silent film course is making me get three different books. How much do you want to bet at most we use only one?"

"Don't worry about that Petey dearest, I've got you covered."

"No you don't." He said. "I can cover my own books."

"Of course you CAN. It doesn't mean you will though. Remember, no one draws their credit card faster than me. But if it makes you feel any better you can buy lunch."

"A little bit."

"Good. I mean honestly, it's no big deal. Consider it my way of thanking you for both getting me back in touch with my photography passion and not really saying I told you so about it."

"I know better than that." Cami chuckled and they walked down the aisles, shelves of books on either side of them. "You're doing good, right?"

"Of course," Cami said. "I mean daddy wasn't thrilled when he saw the photography classes on my schedule but when mom melted down over it he went into overprotective dad mode and gave me all the blessings."

"Yeah, but also..."

"Petey, I know what you're going to get at," Cami said, stopping them in between rows. "I'm over Jose, I really am. And I know you're just checking up on me and I can never tell you how much I love you for doing that but I'm fine. In fact...look, you remember that little trip to San Fran I took? Remember, the one where when I came home I saw you with your head between Lili's legs on my apartment floor?"

"How could I forget?" Peter replied, blushing.

"Yeah, it was quite a visual," she said, grinning at his embarrassment. "But I didn't really tell you what happened on that trip." She took him to a couple of chairs nearby and sat down with him. "When I was there, I ran into Jose."

"Huh? I thought he moved to Japan."

"He did. But the company he works for I guess has some working relationship with a company in the US and he was like a talent trade or something. I don't know, I never really learned the terms while we were dating so now that I'm single I somehow extra-don't know. Anyway, we bumped into each other...kinda fooled around a bit and I decided to go to the show. And it was everything I had a nightmare about, aside from him getting seriously hurt. I'm talking broken glass, razor wire, and just so much blood. He didn't even give me a heads up. And that was the final nail. It would never work. And that time...I was fine with it. So...I texted him goodbye, best of luck and walked out and went back to my room and just partied the rest of the week. But I'm fine. It's just...I guess I really just had to see it, you know? And it confirmed what I feared and that's that. The fact he didn't even give me a warning also helped me get over things."

"But you're okay?" Peter asked.

"Yes," she said with a reassuring smile, holding his hand and patting the top. "And so much of that is you. And not just the...you know what? Fuck it, I'll just say it, the great sex last semester. You are always there for me. You and Lili and now even Selena. And while you don't need to keep asking me if I'm fine, I hope you never stop asking. Because I am never going to stop doing the same for you, you gigantic dork."

"I think I can swing that. I mean you are buying my books after all."

"Good answer," Cami said, getting up and kissing Peter's cheek. "Now, how about we get the rest of these very expensive future paperweights, go get some grub, and dread the oncoming semester like normal college students? Maybe invite Lili too? She was already out of the apartment by the time I woke up. Would really love a double bestie lunch."

"Sounds good to me."

"Well of course it does Petey dearest," Cami said. "I mean I think it's well documented I have the best ideas."

*****

"Not as sleazy as I was expecting." Kelli said. She was in the parking lot of the local strip club and ready to interview for her new job. Truth be told, despite leaving the employ of Bella and Dove as the business was officially Vegas bound, she didn't need a job. During her short time as one of Bella's girls she'd made more than enough to cover rent and more for two years before she'd even have to stress. Her being a blowjob goddess with very generous clients made sure of that.

Still, having more money in her pocket wasn't a bad thing. And with her former employment being what it was, Kelli certainly had no issue with baring all or a little bit of grinding on the customers. Best of all was if she got a little frisky, it'd just be a bonus. There was something freeing to sex not being a service sold. It made it better. While she didn't hate her previous job and in fact liked it quite a bit, she wasn't exactly going to miss it.

She rang the buzzer at the entrance. Right above it was the usual "21 & Over'' warning. The tinted black glass door opened and what Kelli guessed was the club's manager. He wasn't bad. Kelli had seen far worse. Fortunately, they were the clients of others. Though Kelli didn't really discriminate, especially with a paying customer. She did however have preferences and the manager fit most of them. Longish hair but nothing too extreme nor a mullet. The five o'clock shadow gave him the right amount of sleaze, balanced out by his emerald green eyes.