Political Persuasion

Like some of my other stories, this one centers people of color. But this one is more romantic and has a longer setup to build tension and relationships. One relationship is an Asian male with white female and the other is Latina with white male.

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Political Persuasion

In the back row, Antonio sat in his United States history lecture dutifully taking notes as his professor spoke about the history of immigration. His classmate, Francesca, raised her hand in the front row. Antonio's eyes darted over to the Italian-American, her straight black hair shined under the lecture hall's lights.

The professor sighed and called on her. Francesca put her arm properly on her lap, which was covered by her usual pencil skirt.

"Professor," Francesca started. "I appreciate the focus on American immigration, but I wonder if it would be a better use of class time to go over the accomplishments that so many U. S.-born Americans made?"

Her condescension repulsed Antonio. "Ugh," he mumbled under his breath.

Next to him was his friend, Sandra Vega. She nudged him in his rib and he looked over to the Latina as the professor droned in the background.

"Shhh," Sandra said to her Filipino friend. "Your disgust is getting louder."

Antonio had enough of Francesca, who he had a lot of classes with since they were both history majors. He raised his hand.

Antonio chimed in. "Professor? Isn't it true that Italians who immigrated to the U. S. weren't well accepted by whites?"

"Yes, very good, Antonio. You know your history," the professor said. He continued explaining the long history of discrimination against Italian immigrants, some of it tragically violent.

Francesca turned her head at Antonio and he saw her glare at him. Her sculpted eyebrows furrowed in a mix of annoyance and jealousy at Antonio's wit and intelligence.

He looked at her and gave her a half smile. Glad of himself, he couldn't help but be both amused at bothering the prissy classmate and be attracted to her prim and proper look of a serious academic.

The Filipino student shifted in his seat and adjusted his baggy jeans. Sandra elbowed him again and whispered, "You like annoying her, don't you?"

Antonio leaned in to whisper back, "She needs to be taken down a peg or two."

Sitting by Francesca, a fit, blonde haired boy raised his hand and got called on.

"Oh, here we go," Sandra said. She knew that student, Sean. She often saw the lacrosse player at the school's rec center working out when she was working out with her softball team. The self-proclaimed Chicana leaned in to listen.

"Um, professor," Sean stuttered. "What about all the wealthy Americans who built the country? They weren't immigrants."

Sandra raised her hand immediately.

Sandra shared, "Andrew Carnegie was a Scottish immigrant and he was one of the wealthiest and philanthropic Americans."

The professor nodded in approval and Sean, dumbfounded, asked, "What's philanthropic?"

The lecture hall giggled and Francesca pressed her face into her palm. Sean blushed while looking at Sandra. The professor said, "Sean, if you read a little more, you could be doing better in this course." The hall chuckled and Sean was thoroughly embarrassed.

Sandra whispered to Antonio, "What a meathead. He's lucky he's got money and good looks."

When the lecture was over, the students streamed out of the lecture hall. Antonio grabbed his backpark and skateboard before heading out with his Mexican friend, Sandra. As he entered the courtyard, he saw Francesca from a distance and he called to her.

Sandra asked, "What are you doing?"

"I just want to clear some things up with her. She seems pretty smart," he said.

"You mean pretty and smart?" she teased him like a sister would do to a brother and he frowned.

"Shut up," he replied.

They both walked up to Francesca. Sean happened to stand by her as well. He stood up a little taller as the athletic and curvy Sandra came up to them. The lacrosse player had often seen her at the university recreation center and admired her combination of strength, grit, and beauty.

"Hey, Francesca," Antonio said as he scratched his curly, black hair. His baggy white shirt waved a little in the warm breeze.

"What do you want?" she said sternly.

"Why are you mad?" he asked back.

"Ugh," she rolled his eyes and started to turn away.

"You annoyed I'm as smart as you?" Antonio bragged to her. He knew this would trigger her and she turned back.

"You know, I've worked really hard to get here," the angry Italian-American said.

"You're saying I haven't?" Antonio retorted.

Francesca looked up and down at him with judgement.

"Oh, shit," Sandra murmured. She knew where the conversation was heading.

"No, I don't think you worked that hard to get here," Francesca said confidently.

"Oh, hell no," Antonio said.

Sean got into the conversation to back up Francesca. "She's just saying, colleges sometimes accept students that haven't quite earned it."

Sandra bit back, "Really, bro? You saying your rich daddy didn't help you get in?"

The tall, blonde athlete was taken aback by the fiery Latina, whose busty chest flared through her tight, white tank top.

"Hey," he tried to respond back. "I got... uh... good SAT scores. Kinda."

Antonio pulled his phone out and searched through his photo app. He went up to Francesca. "Look at this," he demanded.

The stern Italian-American relented and looked at his phone. She saw a young Antonio with a big smile dressed in a blue gown and a big gold sash that said VALEDICTORIAN. Impressed, her brown eyes moved from the picture towards Antonio's. Her face softened with realization.

She examined his boyish, handsome face, curly black hair, and street clothes fit. "I didn't take you for a valedictorian."

Antonio put his phone away and said, "That's what happens when you judge by looks."

"Hey, I'm not racist," Francesca said defensively.

"I didn't say you are," Antonio answered. "Just be more open-minded. You're a smart person." He threw in the compliment to soften her and it worked.

Francesca's bruised ego made her look away. "I will," she answered sheepishly. She added, "You're smart too." She felt the need to pay back the compliment and Antonio felt the sincerity in her tone.

Sandra looked up at Sean, who was well dressed in a clean polo shirt and chino shorts, and she playfully slapped him in the stomach before saying, "Hey, man. Sorry you got embarrassed during the lecture. The professor was a little mean there."

Sean brushed his blonde hair and Sandra could see his bicep bulging through his polo shirt. "Oh, uh, thanks, Sandra." His face blushed again and Sandra found it endearing. He continued, "He's right, though. I really don't do the reading."

"Maybe hit the gym less and hit the books more," Sandra teased him.

"Heh," he said nervously, his feet shuffling. "You're sounding like my professors." Sandra smiled at his humility.

Antonio interjected, "Hey, there's a mixer tonight for the School of Humanities. Are you going?"

Francesca stood there in her white blouse and red pencil skirt and thought for a moment. She replied, "I wasn't planning to. I don't usually attend those things."

Sandra felt she needed to help Antonio and said, "Come on. It'll be fun. College isn't just studying."

Sean jumped in as well, "Yeah, sounds fun. I'm going."

Francesca felt the peer pressure and nodded her head with a look of uncertainty. "OK, I'll check it out."

"Great," Antonio said. "See everyone later tonight." He dropped his skateboard and in his Vans shoes, he jumped on it before skating down the main campus path. He waved good-bye at his three classmates.

***

Sandra walked beside Antonio on his skateboard towards the booming quad where the mixer was held. The school had set up lights and a DJ for students to dance, hang out, and bond to create a sense of community. Once they were there, Antonio saw Francesca standing with Sean on the outskirts of the party, looking around and drinking sodas. He nudged Sandra and pointed in their direction.

"Jeez, is she still wearing that outfit?" Sandra said, critiquing Francesca's choice of a white blouse and red pencil skirt.

"I don't think she goes to a lot of parties," Antonio said. "Should we go say hi?" he yelled at Sandra over the loud hip hop.

"Might as well," she replied.

Sean eventually saw Sandra and smiled at her. She instinctually smiled back. The Latina from the barrio thought he was easy to look at and she couldn't resist showing a little affection for the tall athlete, who was put together in a preppy polo that accentuated his lean, muscular build.

"Hey, Sandy," the Irish-American said with enthusiasm. "I was hoping to see you."

"Realllly?" Sandra questioned him teasingly. "A rich, white bro, like you, hoping to see... me?" Her facetious tone was thick enough for the college student to understand. Sean chuckled.

"Ha, yeah," the flustered boy said. He brushed his thick, blonde hair with his hand. "So, uh, Sandy," Sean said. He took a sip of his soda. "You wanna dance?" Hip hop kept blasting.

Sandra gave him a disbelieving glare and smiled. "And what? Embarrass me with your white boy moves?" she joked.

Sean laughed and relaxed. "I might actually. But, uh, I don't care." He didn't have a girl tease him this much before, but he enjoyed her humor. He grinned at her, charming Sandra with his carefree smile and willingness to be vulnerable for her.

"Come on," Sandra said and she turned around without waiting. Sean liked her assertiveness. He set down his soda on a planter and followed Sandra eagerly onto the dance floor.

Antonio and Francesca had watched the whole interaction and she huffed.

"Well that's something," Antonio broke the awkward pause. He nervously fiddled with his skateboard in one hand and he saw her face in revulsion. "Uh, are you and Sean... like... together?"

"Oh, God. No," Francesca said immediately. She grabbed his arm, which surprised him. Her bright red nails and fingers pressed into him for emphasis. "We're not together. AT. ALL." Her head nodded with the last two words.

"Sorry, sorry," he said.

Francesca seemed desperate to distance herself from Sean. She pulled back her hand. "Don't tell him, but I think he's, you know...." She pointed at her head. "He's a jock. You know?"

"I get it. He's a meathead," Antonio assisted her.

"Yes. Right, a meathead," she confirmed after dancing around the word. Francesca continued talking about Sean and Sandra, "He's into airheads really. Blonde ones. So him and her, really, it's very surprising.

"I agree," said Antonio.

She added, "He's not a valedictorian, like you."

Antonio couldn't tell if she was complimenting him or placating him. He paused for a second and she continued.

"I'm really sorry that I demeaned you. I've known you're smart this whole time. The way you speak and argue in class. And um...." She twirled her hair and crossed her legs. "I'm always impressed by your passion for history."

Antonio was taken aback, but still felt flattered. He didn't know what to say.

"Um, wow. Thanks. I have to say, I didn't expect you to say that," he said.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Well, to be honest," he paused, unsure if he would regret saying the next words.

"Well, what?" Francesca turned to ask him. She wanted to hear.

"To be honest, I thought you were pretty stuck up. Prissy. Kinda cold," he finished.

Francesca turned away and sighed, looking disappointed.

"But," he added. "I know you're smart too. I've peeked at your papers. A's all the time. And you ask great questions. Deep ones. I bet you do all the readings."

She turned back at him. "I do," she confirmed with pride. "And I know I seem pretty stiff. Boring too. I don't party. I actually don't hang out with a lot of people. I've been that way for a long time. I'm very focused."

"What do you want to do after graduating? Like, get married and cook and clean for your husband every day?

Francesca's face went back to disapproval. "I know you're joking, Antonio." She started playing with her crucifix necklace. "I want to go to grad school. Get my doctorate. Be a history professor."

"I can totally see you doing that," Antonio said immediately.

She cracked a smile at him, feeling the genuine compliment.

"Yeah, you would be good at it too," he said. "I can imagine you in front of a big lecture hall and doing your thing." He kept switching from looking at her and at the dance floor. The Filipino twirled his skateboard that stood upright between the ground and his hand.

"You're very nice," she admitted to him. He smiled.

"So." Her voice strained over the music, which caused her to lean into him. She smelled his clean scented cologne emanating from his neck. "What do you want to do after graduating?"

Before she could finish her last syllable, he answered, "I want to teach high school. U. S. history. You know I'm minoring in education?"

"No, I didn't know that. I think you'll do really well. High school students will like you. You're a people person. You're passionate."

Antonio smiled at her. "Thanks, I appreciate that especially from a future professor, hehe." Sensing a connection building, he asked her, "Hey, you know I'm Catholic too. Lots of Filipinos are."

"That's what I thought," she said. "I think I saw you at mass before."

The two looked back at the dance floor and they saw Sandra and Sean run back to them, both sweaty and out of breath.

"Wooo!" the jock yelped. "That was fun." He picked up his soda and took a swig.

Sandra wiped the sweat off her brow. "Yeah, you don't move too bad... for a white boy," she said in her Mexican-American accent. "Hey, how about we go to some place to sit, where it's quieter? I'm pretty tired." She looked at all three of them.

Antonio and Francesca looked at each other and shrugged. Antonio added, "Yeah, that's a good idea, right? This doesn't seem like your scene."

The Italian-American nodded and pointed to her head. "Yeah, I'm kind of getting a headache."

"Hey," Sandra said as pulled out a key card. "I work in student events. I got a key to the TV lounge in the next building over. How about we hang there?"

They all nodded and followed her away from the raucous party. They walked into the Student Center building, which was quiet and empty. The TV lounge room was in the corner and Sandra unlocked it with her key. The lights automatically came on. The couches were in a large U shape facing towards the extra large 4K flat screen TV that hung on the wall. A foosball table and ping-pong table stood in the back of the room along with some bean bags.

The tired Sandra sighed and slumped into the far side of the U while Sean followed her and sat down next to her. Antonio and Francesca found the nearest spot to the door, across from the other couple, and he invited her to sit as he set his skateboard on the floor.

Sandra, still hot from the dancing, took off her flannel shirt to cool down. Left with her ribbed white tank top and tight jeans, her tanned brown chest glistened from sweat. Her cleavage with tan lines stood out as her low cut top drooped down. Sean without subtlety wrapped his large arm around the Chicana. He gawked down at her. She could tell he could look down her shirt and she seductively smiled at the handsome blonde.

"Enjoying the view, bro?" she teased with a smile. The slack-jawed jock only mustered a simple "yeah" before the Latina grabbed his chiseled, blue-eyed face and kissed him.

"Jeez," Antonio said as he watched them kiss. "They're really into each other, eh?"

Francesca crossed her legs and wagged one of them. She crossed her arms with a straight face. Antonio's eyes moved down to gaze at her long, smooth legs that stuck out of her tight pencil skirt.

Antonio knew she wasn't into Sean, but he sensed she was frustrated.

"So, uh, Franny. Are you with anyone?"

She kept staring at them making out. "Why do you ask?" she blurted with irritation.

"You just seem... annoyed," Antonio responded. That's when she snapped.

She stared at him and his eyes darted up to her face. "Look, I'm not with anyone. I don't have anyone. I don't like Sean. You don't know me, OK?" She looked back at the couple and her eyes started to tear up.

Sean's hand started to move up towards Sandra's chest and his kissing migrated to her neck. They could hear the Latina giggle. It was a sound Antonio had never heard from Sandra before. Sean might be a dumb jock, but he knew how to make a girl--even a strong woman, like Sandra--swoon for him.

As Sean nuzzled her neck, Sandra teased him again, "Why are you into me, bro? Aren't you into, like, dumb blonde cheerleaders?"

He whispered into her ear. "You're kinda bossy. Funny. Smart. I like that you tease me. Put me in my place. I really like you." She giggled again hearing the big lacrosse player confess to her. The Latina's hand reached his lap and she squeezed him through his chino shorts. She sighed as she felt a big mound of hard flesh and her heart pounded. He moaned into her ear and she melted.

Antonio looked at Francesca tearing up. He gently asked, "Are you lonely?"

If she had snapped before, now she had broken. Tears dripped down her eyes. The stern and focused student couldn't keep her facade up. She looked at the boyish Filipino. Her brown eyes gazed deep into his. He got closer to her, his body almost touching her.

She nodded.

"No one wants me. I'm a cold bitch. I don't go after boys. I want to be a strong woman," she sniffed. "I'm so damn stubborn." After admitting to hating herself, she tried to hold her sobbing back by leaning her head into Antonio's shoulder. He put his arm around her. He could smell her powdery perfume.

"Hey," he whispered to her. "You're really pretty. You're really smart. Any guy who respects you would be lucky to be with you. You just need to loosen up a little, OK? Take things less seriously. College is supposed to be fun too."

She looked at him. "You think I'm pretty?"

"Hell, yeah. Seriously. I just never thought to talk to you because, well, you know, you seem pretty stiff and close-minded."

He looked at her big, puppy eyes and he leaned down. Her eyes closed and she reached up to meet his kiss half way.

"Mmmmmmm," the Italian-American girl moaned. She breathed heavily through her nose, wanting the moment and the boy's attention to last forever. Antonio's arm squeezed her body as he moved his lips against hers.

Meanwhile, the hot and bothered Sandra got up and undid her jeans. Filled with young hormones and Latin passion, she let go of her inhibitions. She pulled her pants down and Sean stared at her wide, child-bearing hips, her crotch covered by a cute, pastel cotton thong. She then pulled her tank top off and revealed her big, D cup tits. Tan lines separated her tanned torso from her more pale, natural breasts.

"Oh, shit," an astounded Sean muttered. A big bulge formed on his lap.

Sandra enjoyed seeing his shocked face. She said, "So white boy? You're ready for a real woman? A Mexicana?" She grabbed her boobs, squeezed them together, and juggled them. Her legs crossed as she stood here, her big, strong thighs flexed. "All the carne asada you want when you come to my family parties." She giggled.

"Yes. Fuck yes," he said. He quickly took off his polo to reveal his hard and lean torso.

"Mmmmmmmm, si papi," Sandra said lyrically at his chiseled, white body. She slid off her thong and showed off her manicured pussy. Hungry for sex, her labia shined with her juices.

Sean undid his shorts and quickly threw them off. His veiny, cut cock popped up straight into the cold, A/C air.

Without a word, the Chicana got on top of the hard bodied hunk. Her breasts pressed into his face and he licked her big, brown nipples. She moaned and then reached down to grab his big, white cock. She lowered herself and let his Irish manhood slide into her dripping wet pussy. His stiff prick stretched the walls of her tight vagina. The hormone raging collegiate athletes moaned loudly as Sandra's cunt was full of hot, throbbing meat. The Chicana then started to bounce onto the lean, hunky boy.

Antonio and Francesca broke their passionate kiss and saw the nude couple fucking on the couch.

"Holy shit," Antonio said. "They're really going at it."

Francesca stared at the naked Sandra bouncing on Sean's shiny cock and she quietly moaned. Antonio looked at her and could tell she was turned on by the scene. His hand reached up and he gently caressed her blouse-covered chest. She looked at him and kissed him again, but harder. He squeezed through her bra and she moaned. He could tell she was starting to unbutton her shirt. The horny Antonio responded by kicking off his Vans shoes, undoing his jeans, and sliding them off. He backed away and took his shirt off. At the same time, Francesca got her blouse off, her torso left covered by her red lacy bra. She examined her male companion, who was only now in his blue boxers. Breathing heavily, the Italian's eyes took in his lean, Pacific Islander body and the tent that poked his underwear up. She reached around her back and undid her bra. It slipped down and Antonio gawked at her firm C cup breasts and her small tan areolas.

"Fuuuuck," he muttered at her petite, feminine body. She felt uncomfortable being naked in front of a boy, but she could see him stare at her almost speechlessly. Antonio dove to her and kissed her again. He caressed her chest and gently cupped her bare tit in his hand. She moaned once more, then she let her hand slide to his tent. She felt his hard member in her palm through his cotton boxers. She wrapped her fingers around Antonio's girthy cock and squeezed. Antonio broke his kiss and groaned, "Ohhhhhhh." His pleasure sounds turned her on even more.

Antonio gently guided Francesca down on the couch until she laid on her back. She pulled her hair band off and threw it on the ground. Her long black hair splayed on the couch, some of it covering her face and breasts. Her gold crucifix rested on her heaving chest.

Antonio looked at her and admired her sultry V-shaped face, thin nose, and narrow chin. "God, you're beautiful," he said to her.

He pushed her legs up and she reached to undo her skirt. Once undone, he pulled the skirt off and saw her matching lace panties. The boy pulled off his boxers. His stiff, uncircumcised cock saluted her. She could see the tip of his veiny manhood shiny with precum. The brunette pushed her panties down and Antonio reached over to finish taking them off. He laid down in between her long, smooth legs as she kicked off her heels. His face got close to her pelvis. Her pussy was bare and smooth with a small patch of manicured hair above it.

"Mmmmm," Antonio moaned. He sniffed her sex and the pheromones made his stiff cock twitch.

"Please, Tony," she whimpered his nickname for the first time. "Eat me."

He grabbed the underside of her thighs and lifted them to raise her hips. Her legs bent and her pussy lips grazed his mouth. He gave her slit a gentle kiss and he nibbled on her meat folds. The Filipino stuck a little bit of his tongue out and licked around her labia. Francesca knew he was teasing her, so she writhed in both pleasure and painful yearning. The lonely, serious intellectual desperately wanted the passionate Filipino's mouth in her pussy. Her hands dug into the top of his curly haired head and she pushed her classmate's face into her sex. Antonio's mouth dug into her and her pussy spread open. He licked up and down her wet, salty slit and felt the hard nub at the top end.

The Italian-American Catholic gasped. Her back arched up and her hips grinded into her classmate's face. "Fuuuuuuck," she cried as the Filipino's tongue flicked at her clit.

Sandra, who was slowly riding Sean's big, white cock, looked over and saw Francesca, naked and moaning, get eaten by Antonio. She smiled knowing Antonio had won over the stuck-up, pretentious Italian-American. The Chicana got up and knelt down in front of her Irish-American boytoy. She grabbed his hard, wet cock and opened her mouth and swallowed as much of his thick dick as possible, slurping her juices off of it. He closed his eyes and groaned. Sandra stroked his meaty missile while she lowered her head in between his legs and sucked his balls into her mouth.

"Fuuuuuck," Sean groaned. "¡Sí, se puede!" She giggled with his firm testicles in her mouth.

Sandra got back up and knelt on the couch next to Sean, resting her hands on the back rest. The brunette Latina looked at her white companion. "Put that gringo cock back in me."

Sean got up and stood behind her. He looked down at her big, heart-shaped ass, lightly accented with stretch marks, and rubbed it with his hand while he held his stiff chode in the other. "Can I spank you?" he asked nicely.

She giggled. "Yes, baby," she replied to her love. He then spanked her ass and saw her butt ripple.

"Mmmmmmm, sí papi!" she moaned. She wiggled her fat, Mexican booty at her white man. He grunted like an animal in heat.

Sean pulled her ass cheek to the side and he guided his cock back into her hot, Latina pussy. Once every inch of his Irish sausage buried into the Mexican-American, he grabbed her athletic waist and started to slam his hips into her. His strong quad muscles slapped against her girthy thighs.

As he pounded her, Sandra's eyes rolled up and she moaned, "Yesssss, right there, papi! Pound me! Fuck me!"

Sean's lust for the Latina took over and he grunted, "God, you're so hot, Sandy. You're fucking amazing." He reached over and grabbed her soft, heavy tits as he kept fucking. He kissed her neck again and she reached back to grab his head in hot passion.

Back on the other side, Francesca rolled in pleasure as her Filipino friend violated her with his tongue. She assertively grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. Antonio gasped for air, his face covered in the Italian's tangy juices.

"Kiss me, Tony," she said out of breath. "Fuck me. I need you inside me."

Antonio slid up to her and they again kissed passionately. She tasted herself, which amped up her lust. Her hands grabbed Antonio's firm ass and she could feel the heat of his cock in between her legs.

The Filipino broke his kiss, "I don't have a condom. Are you on protection?"

Her big, brown eyes locked on his. Her breath landed on his face. He could see her sex-crazed passion. She answered, "No, I'm not. But... I don't care." She started pulling him into her.

"I don't want to knock you up," Antonio said with worry.

"I don't give a fuck. I need you in me. Now," she begged.

She kissed him again and Antonio relented to the driven and stubborn classmate. His hips drove forward and his cock pressed into her mound. He felt his cock head slide into her slick hole and her steamy, tight flesh sucked him in.

They both moaned in their deep kiss as they became one, "Mmmmmmm!"

Francesca's pelvis started to roll in waves, her heart wanting every inch of his manly member deep in her. He pumped his body back and forth to fuck the girl. His pelvic bone hit her clit with each pound.

They broke their kiss and the hungry Italian-American cried out in yearning, "Ohhhhhh, fuuuuck meee!"

Antonio's arms reached under her shoulders to embrace her. She loved the feeling of a man holding himself against her smooth, moisturized skin, almost controlling her. His head buried into her hair and she could feel his breath on her neck. His ear by her mouth, Francesca gave in and whispered, "Take me, Tony. Do whatever you want with me. I'm all yours." She felt his arms squeeze her harder and his cock pounding her cunt faster. The girl surrendered and melted more into him.

"Oh, God," the proper Catholic girl moaned.

Antonio was nearly out of breath and he powered down to a slow roll. He savored her pussy by pressing deep and grinding against her clit. His engorged meat pulsated in her tight vagina. She moaned and whimpered. He whispered into her ear, "No asshole will respect an Italian goddess, like you." He paused while he kept fucking her. "I would make you my queen."

She moaned again hearing him say that, digging her fingers into the Filipino's back and ass.

Antonio continued, "Say it, Franny. Say you're mine."

"Ooooh," she said lustily as she pressed herself harder into him, feeling his cock enter her deeply. "I'm all yours."

Antonio groaned in satisfaction.

She continued, "I want you, Tony. Give me your jizz. I want it inside me." The lonely, conservative intellectual was desperate for a man to unload inside her womb.

"You sure, baby?"

"Yes. Yeeesss! I need it," the horny Italian-American begged.

Antonio began to resume his rhythm and his cock moved like a piston again. Francesca grabbed her legs and lifted them higher. She spread herself out more so her brown lover could plow deeper and harder into her cunt.

"Ohhhh GOD! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE! Keep going!" she cried.

Sandra heard Francesca as Sean's lengthy cock rubbed against the Latina's G-spot. He kept pounding her from behind, her big booty shaking with each hit. The Chicana felt the pressure build up inside her and she reached down to rub her fat clit.

"Ohhhhhh, fuuuuck," she groaned to Sean. Her panting got heavier and she struggled to get her words out.

Sean knew she was getting close and he asked, "Where do you want me to cum, baby?"

Sandra said in between pants, "Anywhere. Anywhere, honey. I'm on the pill."

Then she tensed up and cried, "Fuuuuck. I'm... I'm... cummmmmmming!" Sean felt her body shake and spasm as she orgasmed.

It was too much for the Irishman. He squeezed her shoulders and slammed once more into his hot Latina lover. The testosterone fueled athlete roared as he came into the Chicana.

Sandra furiously rubbed her clit to keep her orgasm going while she felt a hot wave flooded her insides. She moaned satisfyingly as her womb welcomed his spurting jizz. She loved making the big, white cock inside her explode with her Mexican cunt. Her ass rolled in circles and Sean groaned as he felt her milk his chode with her tight, sweet pussy.

Francesca heard the other two scream in ecstasy, which set her off as well. Her hands dug into her man and with her mouth gaped, she squealed from her throat, "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her pussy squeezed hard on Antonio's dick and her body shivered. A jolt of sexual electricity shocked her throughout, all the way to her fingertips and toes.

Antonio had never had a girl cum this hard before and it took him over the edge. He drove deep into his lover and gave a low groan as he drained himself into her unprotected pussy. "AHHHHHH," he cried as he poured his seed into her hot, welcoming womanhood.

Francesca, a proud 3rd generation Italian-American, continued to whimper and shake thinking about how she let this brown immigrant inseminate her. Her brain never imagined this happening this way, but her heart and her womb lusted for a smart man who respected her and valued her intelligence, strength, and independence.

"Holy shit," Antonio said as his breath slowed down. He stayed inside her, gently rocking his body, wanting every last bit of his Filipino sperm to race inside the white girl. He felt her hands rub his back and she hummed a relieving "mmmmmmm" into his ear.

Sean coughed as his orgasm waned. "Ahhhhh," Sandra moaned. "Mamacita likes when you cum in her." He chuckled and muttered in repetition, "Mamacita." He slowly pulled out of Sandra. The Latina turned around and sat on the edge of the couch in front of the tall, sweaty white boy. She leaned in, grabbed his strong, hairy legs, and took his semi-hard cock back into her mouth. He looked down and she looked up. The sexually liberal Mexican smiled while swirling her tongue on his chode, slurping the remnants of his Irish semen.

"God damn, mamacita," he said using her slang. He gently caressed her angelic, Chicana face, brushing some of her black hair behind her ear. Her long eyelashes batted at him with her mouth full of his cock.

Sandra popped the polished cock out of her orifice. "Am I better than any of your dumb, white bimbos?"

"You're the best I've ever had, I swear," he muttered to his lover.

"Mmmmmm, viva la raza," the Chicana moaned, her hand massaging his soft penis and dangling balls.

The duo got dressed and headed over to the others. There they saw Antonio still on top of Francesca, resting from their hot lovemaking.

Sandra was holding Sean's hand when she said to Francesca, "I thought I heard you say you're not on the pill." Antonio pushed himself off of her, his soft, slippery cock sliding out of her creamy vagina. He got himself redressed as Francesca pushed herself upright.

"Yeah, I'm not on protection," she confirmed. The girl, feeling liberated, showed no signs of embarrassment being naked in front of them.

"I can go with you to the Campus Health Center tomorrow morning, if you want," Sandra offered. "The morning after pill is free there."

Francesca, putting her bra back on, looked at her and gave a soft smile. She appreciated Sandra's support. "Thank you, I would like that. I've... uh... never thought I would need to do this."

"No problem, sister," Sandra said with pride.

Once they all got redressed and the girls finalized plans to meet the next morning, they went back outside into the night. The couples pulled out their phones to exchange numbers. Sandra and Sean started to say their goodbyes.

Sean asked, "See you for lunch tomorrow?

"Yup," Sandra responded with a smile. In the cool evening, she got up close to the towering athlete.

He leaned down, grabbed her denim hugging ass, and kissed her.

"Bye, gringo," she said jokingly.

"Adios, mamacita," he replied.

Antonio looked at Francesca, her hair messy from their fuck. He asked her sheepishly, "Uh, Francesca. After you go to the health center tomorrow, do you want to go to mass together?"

Her well-defined eyebrows crooked up and she smirked at him with a bit of incredulousness. "You cum inside me and... now you want to go to church with me?"

Antonio knew it sounded ridiculous and he laughed, "Yeah. Yeah, I know, I know. Um, at least we can confess our dirty sins, right?" The joke got a chuckle out of Francesca. He liked seeing her finally laugh.

She nodded and brushed her messy hair back. "Yes, I definitely need to confess after this," she said half-facetiously. She leaned into him and they kissed. Her legs squirmed as she felt a little of his semen leaking out of her freshly pounded pussy and seeping into her lace panties.

"See you at St. Anna's? 10 AM?" Antonio asked.

"See you," she smiled. They kissed once more and both couples separated for the evening, eager to see one another again.