Cheer Squad with Multiple Celebs

[TheLW]

Cheer Squad
With Olivia Holt & Paris Berelc
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, MMMFF, Anal, Blowjob, DP, Interracial, Rim, Spank
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

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Growing up, Paris Berelc was always athletic, having taken part in gymnastics when she was younger. It was during her freshman year at Howler college, that she decided to sign up for the cheerleading team at her school.

Howler, like most schools across North America, had its fair share of hazing rituals, be it one of the sorority/fraternity houses on campus or the sports teams that represented the schools. It was during one of the try-out sessions that Paris was informed on what one of these initiations were, by a petite blonde named Olivia Holt, who happened to be the captain of Howler's cheer squad.

"Line up, noobs," Holt tells Paris and the other potential recruits "...if you want to be a part of this squad, you are going to have to do more than just learn a few routines."

"When I tried out for the team last year," Liv paces back and forth between the four prospects while saying this "...I had to seduce and fuck one of my professors..."

"But I, I've never had sex before," says a red-headed recruit, interrupting the cheerleader captain "...I can't do this."

"There's the door," the blonde answers back, pointing towards it "...you're more than welcome to leave."

"Anyone else planning on interrupting me?" Olivia Holt asks as the redhead makes her exit, before continuing on "... well, you won't have to hook up with one of your teachers, if you want to make my squad, you're going to have to fuck a member of the school's football team, as your final initiation."

A short time later, Paris Berelc, dressed in a blue and white cheerleading uniform, finds herself standing outside of the locker room area, before taking in a deep breath and pushing the door open heading inside. Once inside, the raven-haired teen hears water running from the nearby shower stalls and decides to make her way towards them, where she spies a Caucasian male named Michael, who happens to play the wide receiver position for the school team.

With the football star's back towards her, Paris quietly strips out of her cheerleading uniform, dropping the outfit onto the floor, before sneaking into the shower stall.

"Hey, there handsome.”

Startled Michael turns around and sees the 5’3 beauty standing there as naked as the day she was born.

"Hey uh it's Paris right?"

“Yeah, mind if I join you?” Berelc asks as she seductively bites her lower lip.

Before Michael can answer, however, the Wisconsin native pushes him up against the tile wall, reaching down and grabbing his schlong.

"As I'm sure you already know," the Filo hottie says as she starts stroking the man's pecker "...for my last initiation, I need to get fucked by some jock cock."

"Oh really?"

"Uh-huh"

"Yeah, I can definitely help you out with that," Michael answers back, as the shower head continues to shoot out warm water, splashing it across their naked bodies, all the while, Paris is still pumping her hand up and down his shaft.

Not wanting to waste any more time with pleasantries, Michael scoops up the teenage babe in his arms, spinning around and pressing the Lab Rats: Elite Force star up against the tile wall, before impaling her neatly trimmed pussy with his candle wick, all in one quick motion.

"Yes! fuck me!" Paris purrs, as Michael attacks her sex hole, with one hard thrust after another.

As Michael persistently pounds away at the Disney stars love mound, he brings his lips down to her breasts, engulfing them into his mouth, going back and forth as he sucks on Paris' nipples.

"Uhhhh! Ahhhh!"

Michael pulls out as he lets Paris Berelc recover, before she places her hands on the wall of the shower stall, sticking her rear end out as Michael can't help but give her ass a hard slap.

"Oh God!" the actress pants.

A few seconds later, Michael finds himself back inside the eighteen-year-old's cunt, as he hammers away at her inner walls. Getting a bit carried away, Michael grabs a handful of the cheerleading recruits wet hair, as he pulls her head back towards him, so Paris is looking at him, and plants a kiss on her lips.

"Fuck me harder!" the TV star cries out.

It's while Michael is slamming into the Filipina beauty from behind when Olivia and two of Michael's teammates walk in on the wanton action taking place in the locker room. On either side of the blonde cheerleader stood a Caucasian named Jackson (team linebacker), and an African-American named Derek (team quarterback).

"Well, what do we have here?" Olivia says alerting the two of them of their presence "...looks like someone has made the squad."

"I guess congratulations are in order." the cheer captain continues to speak "...I suppose we should celebrate."

Liv then looks over at both Derek and Jackson who take the hint and start taking their clothes off, before gladly helping the I Didn't Do It star out of her outfit as well.

Within seconds, Jackson lays down across one of the locker room benches, as Olivia Holt gets on top of him, straddling his rock hard cock, she bucks her hips back and forth. As Liv is riding Jackson's shaft, Michael moves from the shower stall, so he is standing in front of her, offering the Tennessee native his meat stick, which she all too happily takes into her mouth.

While this is happening, Paris moves in behind Liv, grabbing her ass cheeks and pushing them apart, before spitting onto the blonde songstresses rosebud. The Mighty Med star then lowers her head, bringing her tongue towards Holt's back door, as she starts eating out the 'History' singers asshole.

"It feels so good," Holt cries out, as she can't help but let a moan escape her cock stuffed mouth.

As Paris continues to munch away on Olivia's ass, she suddenly gets a wide-eyed look on her face, when Derek comes from behind, entering the eighteen-year-old's teenage snatch with his ten-inch, thick as fuck, black meat stick. Derek places his hands on her hips, as he slowly starts to feed the Milwaukee born actress inch after inch of his black snake, allowing her to grow accustomed to the girth of his boomstick.

Meanwhile, Michael grabs a handful of the blonde's hair, and begins to fuck her pretty little face, as Olivia can't help but taste the Mighty Med stars sweet pussy juice all over his cock. Given the fuck session Michael had earlier in the shower with Paris and now this blowjob/face fucking from Olivia Holt, it doesn't take long until his prick starts throbbing and he explodes in her mouth, shooting a load of hot gooey spunk down the back of her throat.

Things progress, as Paris finds herself lying back first on the floor, with her legs over Derek's shoulders, as he pile-drives into her repeatedly with his big black cock.

"Gaahhh! Ughhh!" Paris Berelc moans out in pleasure.

Derek doesn't let up as he relentlessly pounds the shit out of the raven-haired beauty, giving Paris the best fucking of her young life, as evident by her begging to be fucked harder.

Back on the bench, both Olivia and Jackson have changed positions, as Liv is on her hands and knees, with Jackson behind her, inserting his dick into her vagina, before thrusting into Holt's completely shaved clam, fucking her doggy style.

After several more minutes of fucking like this, Paris Berelc getting banged on the floor, and Olivia Holt getting screwed from behind, the two starlets eventually swap lovers.

Paris instructs Jackson to lay back down on the bench, before dropping to her knees and spitting on his Italian sausage... seconds later, Berelc uses her tongue to lick up and down his pole shaft. The Wisconsin born native then takes Jackson's prick into her mouth as she bobs her head up and down, sucking him off.

Not even a few feet away, Olivia has her legs wrapped around the waist of Derek, her arms across his neck and her naked body pressed up against one of the lockers in the football team's locker room, as the team quarterback slams into her with his black anaconda.

"God you're so big," Liv hisses, before bringing her lips towards Derek, as the two begin making out with one another.

Having gotten his chub hard again, Michael comes behind Paris, who is now riding Jackson cowgirl style, pushing her down towards Jackson so her titties are pressing up against his face. Michael then pulls apart her ass cheeks, lining his once again rock hard cock with her bunghole and entering, as the actress bites her lip, trying to prevent a scream coming out as she is double penetrated for the first time.

With the Filipina actress sandwiched between Jackson and Michael, they both wildly fuck Berelc, stuffing both her ass and pussy with hard dick. Eventually, the two men managed to get a rhythm of sorts going, every time Michael would thrust into the TV Starlet's rear end, Jackson would start to pull out of her love mound and vice versa, working Paris over like a see-saw.

"Oh God! Oh God!" the horny college student screams out, due to the intense double pounding, she is taking.

Jackson tries to hold out for as long as he possibly can, but being a mortal man, even he has his limits, as his man meat began to quiver, leaving him no choice but to fill up Paris' womb with his baby batter.

With his cock still impaled in Liv's vaginal wall, Derek walks the two of them over to the bench, lifting her up off of his meat shaft and placing her on the bench. Both Olivia and Paris drop down to their knees, as the teen hotties prepare to take their second pair of dicks into their awaiting mouths.

Jackson worn out from the group orgy takes a seat on the bench and watches on as the two TV stars expertly move their heads back and forth, trying to take as much man meat as possible down their teenage throats... Paris with Michael, and Liv with Derek.

A few moments pass before Derek's cock starts to pulsate as he pumps out rope, after rope of his gooey semen, as it lands across the right eye of Olivia Holt and the bridge of her nose. Not being content with that, Derek quickly grabs Paris by the hair, pulling her over towards him, as she opens up her mouth taking the last few drops of his cum.

Not wanting to be outdone, Michael steps in front of Paris, giving his erected penis a couple of jerks before he too busts his nut, shooting a load onto the eighteen-year-old's chin, before aiming the rest of the sperm at her chest, covering her perky tits in jiz.

With both girls faces covered in cum, they each scoop some off of the others face, offering it to one another, before sharing a kiss.

The End

[TheLW]

Cheer Squad #2
With Selena Gomez
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Anal, Blowjob, Fingering, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.


Selena Gomez was thirty-three now, but the fire in her stomach hadn’t cooled a single degree. The same dark-eyed Texas beauty who’d once ruled Disney sets and sold-out arenas still knew exactly how to weaponize a short skirt and a sultry smile. This weekend the university had flown her in for alumni weekend, something about a “celebrity cheer revival” photo shoot for the new athletic campaign. They’d handed her the exact Howler University uniform from the campaign shoot, crisp white-and-navy crop top with bold red “HU” lettering stretched across her full, heavy breasts, the matching pleated skirt that barely skimmed the bottom curve of her ass, and nothing else underneath. No bra, no panties. Just smooth, sun-kissed skin and the faint scent of her favorite vanilla body lotion.

She’d kept the uniform on after the shoot. Purposefully.

Professor Ryan Caldwell’s off-campus apartment was only ten minutes from campus. She’d found his address the same way she found everything she wanted, by asking the right people and flashing the right smile. At forty-four, Professor Caldwell was the head of the English department, tall, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper hair, wire-rimmed glasses, and a reputation for being impossible to impress. Selena had sat in on one of his lectures earlier that day, legs crossed, skirt riding high, watching the way his eyes kept drifting back to her even while he discussed modern literature.

She wasn’t here for literature tonight.

It was just after nine when she knocked. The door opened and Professor Caldwell’s jaw actually dropped.

“Miss Gomez,” he managed, voice already husky. “I...  this isn’t office hours. And you’re not a student any more.”

Selena stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, letting the door close shut behind her. She lifted her arms exactly like she had in the photo shoot, elbows out, fingers laced behind her head, back arched so the crop top pulled tight and rode up, exposing the soft underside of her breasts and the toned plane of her stomach. The pleated skirt flared with the movement, brushing the tops of her thighs.

“I know,” she said, voice low and smoky. “But I figured a girl who really, really wants something might get you to bend the rules just a little.”

Professor Caldwell’s eyes dragged over her, the way Selena’s nipples were already stiff against the thin fabric, the sway of her hips, the long, smooth stretch of bare leg. At thirty-three she was all woman, curves softer and fuller than the teenage version of herself, breasts heavier, ass rounder, but still impossibly tight from years of dance and Pilates.

“You’re playing with fire, Selena,” he said, but he didn’t step back.

Selena closed the distance until her body was pressed against his. The hard ridge of his cock was already straining against his slacks. She rolled her hips once, slow and deliberate, letting the pleats of the skirt brush over the bulge.

“I’m not playing,” she whispered, lips brushing his ear. “I’ve been thinking about this since your lecture. About how you looked at me. About how I want your hands on me while I’m still wearing this little cheerleader outfit.”

Selena sank to her knees right there in the entryway, the skirt pooling around her thighs. Her manicured fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his thick cock. It sprang out, the head already glistening. Selena looked up at him with those eyes, lips parted.

“God, you’re big,” Selena said, and then she took him into her mouth.

The first long, wet suck drew a groan from deep in Professor Caldwell’s chest. Selena hummed around him, tongue swirling over the head before she slid down, taking as much as she could until her nose brushed his trimmed hair. She bobbed slowly at first, savoring the weight of him on her tongue, the salty taste of pre-cum leaking down her throat. Her cheeks hollowed with every pull. One hand stroked the thick base she couldn’t swallow while the other cupped his balls, playing with them gently.

“Fuck... Selena,” he growled, threading his fingers into her dark hair.

She popped off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting her glossy lips to his cock. “You like that, Professor? Like watching a celebrity slut suck your dick in her cheerleader skirt?” She licked a long stripe up the underside, then sucked one heavy ball into her mouth, humming again. “Mmm. I can feel you throbbing already.”

She dove back down, taking him deeper this time, relaxing her throat until the head slipped past the tight ring and she swallowed around him. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes but she held him there, nose pressed to his pelvis, throat fluttering. Professor Caldwell’s hips jerked involuntarily. She moaned encouragement, the vibrations shooting straight through him.

After a long minute she pulled back, gasping for air, lips shiny and swollen. Strings of saliva dripped onto the front of her crop top, darkening the fabric over her nipples. She grinned up at him, wicked and hungry.

“Your turn,” she said, standing and backing toward the couch. She sat on the edge, spread her thighs wide, and flipped the pleated skirt up to her waist. Her pussy was smooth, already glistening, lips puffy and slick. “Come taste how wet sucking your cock made me.”

Professor Caldwell dropped to his knees between her legs like a man possessed. He hooked her thighs over his shoulders and buried his face in her cunt without preamble. His tongue dragged up her slit, broad and flat, then circled her clit with firm pressure. Selena’s head fell back, a throaty moan spilling out.

“Ohhh fuck, yes... just like that.”

He ate her like he’d been starving for her. Long, hungry licks followed by tight suction on her most sensitive area. Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning, curling up against her front wall. Selena’s hips bucked, the skirt rustling around her waist.

“Shit, Professor... your fingers are so thick,” she gasped. He pumped them steadily, scissoring and stroking that spongy spot inside her while his tongue flicked her clit in rapid little strokes. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the room. Selena’s thighs started to tremble.

He added a third finger, stretching her open, fucking her deeper. Her juices coated his hand and dripped down onto the couch. Selena’s hands flew to her own tits, squeezing them through the crop top, pinching her nipples hard.

“I’m gonna come... don’t stop... fuck, I’m coming!”

Her orgasm hit hard. Her pussy clamped down around his fingers in rhythmic pulses, a gush of wetness flooding his tongue. She cried out, thighs clamping around his head, riding his face through every shudder until she was panting and starry-eyed.

Professor Caldwell grabbed Selena by the hips and pulled her to the very edge of the couch, then pushed her legs wide and back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders. The cheer skirt bunched uselessly around her waist. He lined up and sank into her in one long, smooth thrust.

Selena’s mouth fell open with a moan. “Oh my God... you’re so deep.”

He fucked her missionary with powerful thrusts at first, letting her feel every inch. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the room. Her heavy tits bounced inside the crop top with every thrust. He leaned down, sucking one stiff nipple right through the fabric before yanking the top up to free them completely. He latched on, biting and sucking while his cock drove into her again and again with each persistent motion.

“Harder,” Selena begged, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck my pussy.”

Professor Caldwell growled and slammed into her faster, the couch creaking beneath them. He straightened up, gripping her ankles and spreading her wide so he could watch his thick cock disappear into her tight, dripping hole. Her snatch was swollen and shiny. He reached down and rubbed tight circles over it with his thumb while he pounded her.

Selena came again, screaming his name, her pussy gushing around him. He didn’t slow down. He kept fucking her through it, drawing it out until she was shaking and whimpering.

Then he pulled out, flipped her over in one smooth motion, and bent her across the arm of the couch. The pleated skirt was flipped up over her back, exposing the perfect, round globes of her ass. He spread her cheeks with both hands, thumb circling her tight little rosebud.

“Ever had a professor fuck this pretty ass, Selena?” he asked her.

She looked back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with lust. “No... but I want it. I want you to take my ass while I’m still in this cheerleader skirt.”

He spat on her hole, then worked one thick finger inside, then two, scissoring and stretching her open while she moaned and pushed back against him. When she was panting and rocking on his fingers, he lined up his cock, still slick with her pussy juices, and pushed the head past her tight ring.

Selena hissed at the feeling, but she didn’t pull away. “Fuck... oh fuck, you’re huge...”

He eased in inch by inch, groaning at how impossibly tight she was. When he was finally buried to the hilt, he held still, letting her adjust, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

“Move,” she whispered. “Fuck my ass, Professor.”

He started slow, pulling out and then slamming back in. The feeling was obscene, hot, velvety, gripping him like a vice. Selena’s moans grew louder, needier. She reached back and spread her own cheeks wider, begging for more.

Professor Caldwell picked up speed, fucking her ass with deep, steady strokes. The slap of his hips against her cheeks mixed with the wet sounds of her pussy still dripping. He reached around and slid two fingers back into her cunt, fucking both holes at once.

Five minutes later, Selena lost it. She came harder than before, ass clenching around his cock, pussy gushing over his fingers, screaming into the couch cushion. The rhythmic squeeze of her orgasm pushed him right to the edge.

“I’m gonna fill this tight ass up,” he growled, slamming into her faster. “You want my cum deep in your cheerleader ass, baby?”

“Yes... yes... give it to me!”

With a guttural groan he buried himself to the balls and came, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her ass. He kept thrusting through it, pumping every last drop into her until it started to leak out around his cock. Selena was trembling, aftershocks still rippling through her.

When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle of his cum oozed from her freshly-fucked hole and dripped down onto the pleated skirt. Selena stayed bent over the couch for a long moment, catching her breath, then slowly turned around. Her hair was a mess, lips swollen, eyes dark with satisfaction. She ran two fingers through the mess leaking from her ass, brought them to her mouth, and licked them clean while staring straight at him.

The End