Following the events of my last story, Camila, the daughter, makes a move on a boy from school to get back at her mother.
My mother was a slut, I always thought otherwise and wanted to believe she wasn’t but at the end of the day, she was. What made it worse for me was seeing her with a black man after her telling me so many times not to do that very thing. I had grown up not to hate black people, but my personal preference for men is not aligned with what my mother’s type is. She tells me not to have sex before marriage then goes and fucks someone in front of her husband, so what is a girl like me supposed to do? Do I do what she tells me and remain the pure innocent little girl, or do I follow her example and act like a slut? As I lay in my bed, knowing the video I just watched was filmed right here, I made my decision. It was after 10 o’clock at night on a Thursday, I had school tomorrow morning and I knew my mother and father would likely film another video while I’m away. Filled with anger at what my mother had done to our family, I opened up my phone and found the number of the boy at school I had a crush on. His name was Johannes and he was on our high-school’s football team. Every girl in school wanted to date a boy on the football team and I was no exception. Typically though they all went for the ditz y blonde girls, not Spanish girls like me.
The boy I wanted usually played “Safety”, I didn’t really know what that meant as I was never much into the sport itself, but I know he’s very good at his position. We have a couple classes together and he always sits next to me. We’ve been friends through the last few years of school, but neither of us has made a move on the other. As much as I wanted him to, I knew my mother would not approve of me dating him. She always said to only go for white boys as a last resort but turned down every boy I talked to before, but now with her recent video, she can’t say anything about what I want to do. Johannes was clearly Scandinavian decent, standing almost 6’5″ with long blonde hair that he braided like a viking, at only 17 years old he looked like an extra from The Northman. Every day roaming the halls I saw girls running their fingers through his hair and flirting outrageously with him. He was the only one on the team without a girlfriend and since we always got along in class, I hoped when I sent him a message, he’d react warmly to it. I got far more than I expected in return…
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“So tell me everything! You can’t just lead me on like that in school and expect not to be questioned first thing!” my friend Isabelle said as I walked through her door.
“Well, like I said, I texted him on Thursday night. Just some stupid attempt to talk to him, but he responded right away.” I told her as we sat on her bed. Isabelle had been my friend since childhood, and lived just down the street. After what happened yesterday, she’s the first person I went to tell.
“You really just asked him about homework that was due? At 10:30 at night? Like a boy like him is going to believe that’s what you really want at that hour.” she said.
“I admit it was stupid, but it worked. We had economics class and then study hall after that together. As soon as he sat down next to me, he started flirting. It was hard to pay attention to some silly class like that when you have him looking you up and down. Mrs. Roberts probably told us to be quiet and pay attention at least a dozen times. The whole time I was waiting for the bell to ring.” I told her. Even though we were in her room behind a closed door, we still whispered to each other giddy as can be.
“I can’t believe it! How did you not get detention? Mrs. Richards is a total bitch, everyone thinks she hates the site of a happy couple. You probably got more action just from talking than she has had in years.” Isabelle said.
She was right, Mrs. Richards was the angry middle-aged woman teacher that everyone hated. I heard so many boys jokingly say her husband’s dick must’ve fallen off cause she hasn’t gotten any since we were born. They say the only dick she gets is her name, I can believe it. “I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. So after class, we were walking to the library to study together, and as we’re walking down the hall, Nikki Mathews walks by and tries to flirt with him. The best part, he had his arm around my back pulling me in close to him as we walked. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more protected than being under his arm like that. He didn’t even respond to her, we just walked right by. She saw me with him and I swear her face turned sour. Like I had stolen her man or something. I’ve been trying to one up that bitch all year and I finally did it!” I said giggling.
“Oh that’s perfect! I hate her! She’s always been a bitch to me.” Isabelle replied.
“So the whole time we’re in the library, we’re sitting at our table off in the corner. It’s unusually empty, but that’s perfect cause we’re not studying at all. The longer we sat there, the more flirty we got with each other, tickling and touching each other like crazy. The security guard guy, I can’t remember his name, you know who I’m talking about, came up and said we can’t be doing that here so we snuck out the back door and went to his car. We didn’t even wait once we got there, as soon as he opened the door we got in the backseat and went at it.” I told her.
“You really did it right there in the parking lot? What if somebody saw you?” she asked.
“We did, and I don’t care if anyone saw us.” I said back.
“Well tell me what happened.” she said.
“Well he got in beside me and we started making out. We held each other’s faces as we kissed for I don’t even know how long. Eventually he moved his hand down my body over my breast. It’s like a switch in my brain went off or something. We weren’t just making out, fooling around like kids, but actually going all the way. I put my hand over his dick and felt a huge bulge in his pants. We didn’t say anything after we got in the car until I said, “I want it” with my hand on his dick. He unzipped his pants and slid them down past his knees. I pulled my blouse off along with my bra exposing my boobs for him to play with. I had on my long grey skirt with no panties underneath so when I got up on his lap, my skirt covered us up down below. He grabbed at my boobs and continued to kiss me as I held his head. I had gotten on top of him and was bouncing in his lap. Oh Isabelle, it felt so good!” I said to her.
“What did it feel like going in? Is he as large as we all think down there? I’m so happy for you, I can’t believe you got A boy like Johannes to fuck you in his car!” she exclaimed.
“Well first of all, he is larger than even I thought. At least 7″ or more, and it did hurt when he first put it in, I was a virgin after all, but as I moaned from him ripping me open inside, he grabbed my ass and forced me all the way down on him. God, it felt so good having him just completely stretch me out. I rode him like a horse. If his car wasn’t so small, we probably would have gone for longer, but after a couple minutes, he blew his load in me. We just sat there after he finished, the cum leaking down my hole onto his lap. I think I might be in love with him. I mean, how could I not be after he emptied himself into me like that?” I asked.
“He creampied you? Like actually nutted inside you? And you think he doesn’t have feelings for you? Girl… I heard rumors he liked you but damn, get a clue.” Isabelle replied.
“Yeah I guess you’re right. We stayed there like that for quite awhile afterwards. I moved off him and went to clean his dick up with my mouth. He fingered me as I did. He gave me another orgasm from it, too. I don’t know how long we were out for but when we went back inside, we had missed the bell so at least an hour went by. We decided to just skip the rest of the day and go hang out around town. He told me he wants to see me again soon, so we’re meeting up again tonight. I’m hoping he takes me back home with him so we can have another go properly this time. I haven’t stopped thinking about him since we left yesterday.” I told her.
“Honestly Camila, I think you two should have gotten together a long time ago. He’s clearly crazy about you and you want him back. I didn’t think you were that kind of girl anyway, but I’m glad you came around.” she told me.
I went back home to find my father and brother were out, and my mother waiting for me at the door. As I went inside she looked angry and I could tell it was directed at me. “What is the meaning of this? What do you think you’re doing?” she asked angrily.
“What are you talking about, mom?” I asked.
“My friend saw you out with some boy yesterday, you were supposed to be in school. Haven’t I told you not to hang out with boys? Do you not listen to me anymore? Huh?” she said.
“Mom, its fine. He’s just a friend, and we got out of class early. You don’t have to freak out.” I said back.
“She said you two had your hands all over each other. I suppose you’ve been fucking him? My little daughter thinks she’s all grown up now and wants to act like a slut? Is that it?” she said, still angry.
“You know what, yes. I have fucked him, and it was the best thing I’ve ever felt. I must take after you, fucking random men. I’ve seen you’re videos, fucking black men on my bed after telling me not to be a whore. What’s that all about, huh? Dad not good enough anymore?” I snapped back.
“What are you talking about? How did you even see that, you weren’t supposed to find out about that!” she said, suddenly on the defensive.
“Oh yeah, I believe you’re exact words were, ‘Fucking cum in my God damn pussy! I don’t fucking care! Get my cheating pussy pregnant with your fucking nigger baby?’ seems a little rash when you’re supposed to be a married woman, don’t you think? At least when I fuck someone, I’m not uploading it for the world to see. So are you pregnant then, I mean after all my bed must’ve been pretty comfortable for you to breed with a black man.” I said back.
“Get out! Don’t talk to your mother this way! Don’t come back until you’ve learned to treat me with some respect!” she said forcing me out the door, slamming it behind me.
This wasn’t the first time we got into this sort of argument, but I never called her a whore. Even if she was, I just needed to get away for awhile. There’s only one place I wanted to go, I walked down the street and around the corner, walking through the neighborhood until I found my way to Johannes’s house. I texted him asking if he was home and if I could come in, “Sure, I’ll meet you at the door.” he replied back as I made my way up the block. He opened the door for me and I went inside. “I was just watching a game upstairs, come on up.” he said walking with me up to his room. He told me his parents were gone for the evening at some party and it was just us for now. As much as I hoped we would fool around some more, just being with him was enough to make me happy. We settled in on his bed watching football. I rested my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me pulling me in close. I felt so much better here in his bed than I did two nights ago in my own. His room was the typical highschool boys room, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to be with him.
As we sat there chatting I knew that we were both thinking the same thing. It was only a matter of time before our clothes were off and we were on top of each other. That moment couldn’t come soon enough for me, even though I didn’t want to seem like a slut by rushing into it. His arm moved down my body finding itself on my thigh. I had thick breedable thighs from my mother that had been growing since I was 13. Now he had his hand on them as I opened my legs to give him a clear path to the treasure he sought. With his hand sliding up and down my thigh, I could feel the blood rushing to my pussy as my mind was heating with anticipation. Finally he found his way inside the waistline of my leggings I had on, moving down around my opening. Leave it to a football player to be so good with his hands. Penetrating me with his fingers I sat up on his lap, grinding my ass against his cock softly. As he fingered my pussy, my head tilted back against his shoulder as he kissed my neck. His free hand was playing with my breasts as he whispered to me, “Just sit back, relax… Feel my fingers inside you. I’ve got you now, baby. I’ve got you.” he whispered softly in my ear while his fingers worked inside me.
Even if I wanted to respond I couldn’t. I was melting into his body as an orgasm slammed into me. I went to moan out in ecstasy but his hand was over my mouth now, masking my sound as I erupted on his hand. I absolutely needed to be treated like this right now, and I was fully submitted to him, wherever he wanted to take this. After bursting into tears mid-orgasm, I turned to him and kissed him without a word. This kiss was even more intense than earlier as we were making out alone on his bed. In the same position on him as in his car, I started the quick job of removing clothing. My shirt and bra came off rapidly, as did his shirt. My leggings came off next after standing up while he pulled his pants off sitting down. His cock was already diamond hard without me even touching it so I hopped back on his lap and slide that beautiful cock up in my gushing wet pussy. I rode him on his lap like I did in his car, but after a few minutes he decided he wanted something else. He stood up, effortlessly I might add, with me wrapping my soft legs around his waist. In one swift motion he stood up, turned around, and put me down on my back with his cock inside me the whole time.
At first my legs were spread wide for him to plow me as he wished, but soon I found my body had taken over and without my choosing, I had my legs locked around him. My body melting, my pussy gushing, my legs locked, he really knew how to treat a girl. I thought to myself, “Please dump your load in me again.” as he ravaged my little body like a toy. I had felt more intense orgasms on his hand alone than all the times I played with myself in bed, and here he was raising the bar even higher with his tree trunk of a cock stretching me out further than any toy I could buy. Holding my head with both hands, he moaned into my ear, “Oh my God I’m gonna cum! You’re making me cum again! Fuck, your pussy feels so good!” as he railed me out.
“Oh please yes! I want it all inside me! Give me all your cum!” I moaned intensely in his ear.
Perhaps I hadn’t thought it through all the way, since I didn’t have any protection and was currently ovulating. Oh well, my mother got pregnant with me at 17, I’m only a couple months younger. Besides, he could pull out if he really wanted to, not that either of us wanted or were going to, but the option was there. “Oh JE-SUS!” he moaned as his cock twitched. I felt it pulse inside me, shooting burst after burst of hot cum as deep as my pussy went. If his cum was as strong and athletic as he was, I’d be pregnant by the time I went home. He fell off me onto the bed as we lay there breathing heavily. After a moment I rolled over cuddling him and asked, “Now that you’ve cum in me twice, is it safe to ask you to be my boyfriend?”
“Of course. Will you be my girlfriend?” he replied.
“Of course.” I said.
We spent the next several hours laying there naked together watching football in his bed. I ended up spending the night there without his parents finding out when they came back. Not a text or phone call from my family the whole night. I was happy sleeping soundly with my new man. A Spanish girl’s dream come true.
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I had the idea to continue this story from the daughter’s perspective, trying to blend my usual writing with the way I wrote my first story. If you like the back and forth conversation style leave a comment and I can add that in more frequently. I have more ideas for this story line so say what you’d like to see and I’ll add it to my list of ideas. Hope you enjoy!
