Derrick's Room

I looked over to make eye contact with them. All smiling, leering, making comments about my body. I'd walked in the door of this house a few hours ago, sweet, sexy, dressed to impress my man and now I was in Derrick's room, naked, aroused, just another white girl to be used like so many before. In my mind, I wondered how many times the fraternity brothers had repeated this same game at the door to Derrick's room, how many times his ability to draw girls to him had led to just this type of floor show in which a combination of love and lust had led some innocent, young girl into giving up her body to the desires of Derrick and the fraternity brothers.



Derrick pulled his shirt up over his head and I could feel him unbuckling his jeans. He dropped his pants and boxers in one motion and I could feel his thick, hard cock riding between the cheeks of my ass. His penis was amazing and I could make myself wet just thinking about it as he slipped it down between my legs and I could see the head poking through me. Instinctively, I reached down and took him in my hands, pressing the shaft of his cock against my pussy lips. As he continued kissing my neck, I wondered if I would explode in orgasm before we even started.



I slowly turned to face him and smiled as I dropped to my knees. His cock bobbed in front of me as I began to kiss and lick around the smooth, bulbous head. I can't explain exactly why I loved performing oral sex on Derrick, except to say that the first time I laid eyes on him, I wondered what it would feel like to have his cock in my mouth. I'd always been kind of standoffish about giving head to the white boys I'd dated in the past, but with Derrick, it was completely different. His penis wasn't just larger than those of the guys I'd dated before, his was the first I'd ever really considered beautiful. Thick and lightly veined with a large, round head, I loved making it grow longer and harden as I took long, loving licks up and down the shaft with the tip of my tongue. I loved watching his reaction as I opened my mouth wide and lowered it onto him. He was never aggressive or abusive when it came to my performing oral sex for him, instead he would gently caress my hair and guide me down onto him. It he wanted it to be gentle and romantic, he would whisper "yeah, that's it, babygirl," or if he wanted it to have a harder edge he might say "suck me, bitch." I didn't mind the harder edge at all.



I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I loved making love to Derrick's cock, but it was true. I mean, I fell for him as a man first, his beautiful face, his tall, muscular physique and his cool "swagga" that let me know he was a man totally in control. Those were the aspects of him which first piqued my interest, but when I came to grips with the idea that despite resisting racial and sexual stereotypes and my worries that I was giving in to a man too quickly, when I realized that it was likely I would sleep with Derrick, I felt it as a wonderful surprise. I felt positively giddy when I understood that this gorgeous, sexy man was also an incredible lover who made me feel things I never thought possible.

I'd had girlfriends who, after many years of frustration, had simply concluded that the femail orgasm isn't part of intercourse. Instead, it was something that came later, as a result of your own effort. Derrick not only made me orgasm the first time I slept with him, he was the first lover I'd ever had multiples with and each time we saw each other after that, the memory of those sweetly intense feelings flooded my brain and I wanted him again. Derrick was the object of my desire and his cock was my obsession, my talisman, the totem I felt I must worship to bring about his pleasure and as a result, I felt my pleasure would follow in return.

I softly kissed and licked the head of his cock, then tilting my head to the side, I kissed and licked up and down the shaft. His cock felt warm against my lips and tongue and I could feel each bump and indentation. When he became fully hard, the head of his cock mushroomed out, spreading wide, full and glistening from my saliva. The head of his cock was so large that I could run my tongue along the ridge, making my mouth water and my pussy moisten.

I wanted to tell my girlfriend's about my man's incredibly beautiful body and gorgeous cock, but I was still too shy to share news of the new man in my life to my closest confidantes. I felt the urge to giggle and gossip and tell stories about how hot he was and the erotic thrill I got kissing up and down his body, but it was too soon, too complicated still. I wanted to make my friends jealous and shock them with my bragging about his amazing manhood, how his penis was such a thing of beauty and how it sent jolts of pleasure through me whenever he entered me, but I was too frightened. My girlfriends and I would talk about guys (like girls always do), but we rarely discussed sex. To admit to my white girlfriends that being fucked by Derrick was now the central passion of my life would make their jaws drop. In other parts of the country, having a black man as my lover wouldn't have raised an eyebrow, but to my little circle of small town, Southern gals, it was still something of a taboo. I worried that admitting I was lustfully chasing after this beautiful, black man might make them think differently about me. But I had no idea a man could make me this horny until I met Derrick.