Sarah’s Night at the Frat House Pt 1

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Sarah’s Night at the Frat House Pt 1

My name is Sarah, for the sake of this story;) I’m a 20-year-old transgender from Colorado. I like to keep the little man under my skirt a mystery, but I am very passible as a girl. For the fun I offer, I don’t get many rejections from the boys even after the surprise in my panties makes his grand standing debut. Thanks to the generous amount of estrogen my body produces and some prescription hormones, my breasts are a natural and firm 32b. They’re not too big, but they fit my slender body just right.

I saw Derrick at a college fraternity party in the summer of ’06. He was about 5’9” and probably pushing 160lbs of a lean build. He was cute, for a freshman. He had a clumsy way about him. You could tell that he tried hard to impress the veteran partiers around him, and it was adorable. He was a pledge in the Delta Iota Kappas which made him a slave to the DIK frat brothers, college seniors, and any of their guests at their party. I liked the idea of him being a little play thing. I followed him around the party all night, always acting nonchalant just a few feet away. Just to see how he would react, I began to brush past him and rub my body against his. He’d immediately blush and excuse himself. A few times, I put myself just out of his line of sight and exposed some tempting skin by reaching for a glass high in the cupboard or by hiking up my leg on the table to straighten the knee high tights hugging my legs. Every time it caught his attention, and every time I gave him flirtatious grin. Nothing tops that moment when you know you’ve won over someone’s attention and desire, and they’re yours.

Derrick was tasked with getting more beer from the basement, so I planted myself perfectly in his path. The basement entry was at the end of the kitchen where I just so happened to be taking shots. As Derrick approached the door leading downstairs, I tossed my head back to take another Pantydropper. I pretended to lose my balance and stumbled backwards gracelessly. LUCKILY Derrick was there to save me. I twisted myself and fell right into his arms. I was surprised when he caught me with such a strong grip. He held me tightly by my shoulder and hips, then he pulled me close to him firmly to make sure that I didn’t fall any further. As I turned my body to look at him, I allowed my alcohol soaked breasts to graze across his hand. I let out an embarrassing drunken giggle that was synonymous with a loose cheerleader. “I’m sorry. I am such a klutz”, I laughed. Derrick was speechless as he held me and looked over me petite physique. My red hair was caught in a loose band and fell just off of my shoulders. I had on a white button-up top that was simply tied above my navel, and a light pink bra on underneath. The drink that I spilt had soaked through both, and it caused my nipples to stand erect in the coldness of it all. His right hand was cuffed at my hip bordering my tight denim shorts. From there his eyes wondered down the slopes of my smooth fair legs. Breaking the silence, I giggled a little again and asked

“Um, what are you doing?”

“What?” Derrick replied. “Oh, I’ve got to get down to the basement for more beer.”

“You’re so thoughtful! You’re like the life-line to this party, huh?”

“I guess I sort of am.” He laughed with a sarcastic charm.

“Thanks for catching me” I said. “I’ll help you with all that beer.”

Derrick didn’t argue and led me down into the fraternity basement. I made sure the door shut behind us. It was dimly lit, but very well kept. There were cases of beer everywhere and kegs to sustain the entire Spring Break if needed! I was surprised at the level of organization that had be held in their personal liquor stockpile. Cases of beer and wine were separated and neatly stacked. Kegs were lined against the wall. A full bar, complete with stools, was mounted below the ascending stairs.

“I’m impressed!” I said, gawking a bit.

Derrick searched the through the boxes. “Yeah? It’s mostly donated. You know?” He said. “Fraternity Alumni try to prove that they’re still cool and give us large supplies.” He squatted down and lifted a large case of cheap light beer. His jeans fit him very well. “This is the stuff for the beer pong tables” he said. When he stood up, I was standing right in front of him.
The case of beer only between us. He handed me the case with a smile. I took it then sat it down back on top of the others. I closed the gap and placed my hands in his back pockets.

“Thanks for catching me upstairs” I whispered. “I guess I got a little dizzy.”
He looked down at me, and I arched my back pressing my up against his. He immediately lost track in cleavage.

“Do you like them?” I asked.

“What?!”

“Pantydroppers. That’s what I was drinking.”

“Um, yeah. They’re pretty good.” Derrick stammered in soft confusion.

“I must have spilled half the shot on me…if you want some.”

“Really? I mean. Yes!” Derrick began kissing my neck and collarbone, and sucked on my ear lobes. It was amazing. That kid could really stoke my fire! He reached down and grabbed my ass with his strong hands, squeezed my cheeks tightly, and lifted me up onto the cases of beer. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me. I ran my hands through his hair and urged him from my neck to my neglected twins. His hot mouth made my entire body weak as he sucked away at my chest. I untied my shirt and let it fall from my shoulders. Derrick took the clue of my readiness and reached back to unhook my bra. The pink cups loosely sank from my perky mounds, as Derrick attacked my right nipple with his tongue. I moaned aloud and gripped the hair from the back of his head.

For lack of nothing, he was extremely energetic about foreplay. His tongue lapped away at every inch of my exposed body until there was not a trace of spilt drink to find. I gently lifted his chin with a curled finger and kissed him passionately on the mouth. Our tongues danced and explored each other’s mouths, and his hands gripped my waist as I grinded against the front of his tight jeans. I could feel his cock pressed against me. His jeans must have been made of thin designer denim because I could sense the complete composition of his grown member. I could feel it pulse and the warmth it radiated. I reached down and rubbed my hand down the length of it. Oh, it felt big. It responded instantaneously to my touch.

I broke away from our entangled kiss and leaned back against the beer cases. “Take your shirt off, Derrick. I bet you have amazing pecs” I said while licking his kiss from my plump lips. He liked having his ego stroked just as much as his cock. Derrick raised his shirt up over his head as I tossed my bra aside. His upper body was tone, and his hairless tan skin was flawless. I could tell that he liked to take care of himself. I bolted upright and playfully bit his left pec. He jumped not expecting such a vigorous act. “Oh” I cooed softly. “I’m sorry” I tucked my fingers into the top of his pants teasing of taking them off. “Do you not want to play?”

“No…I mean yes. Of course I do. I just wasn’t expecting it. That’s all” he explained while softly toying with my nipples.

“Good. Because I can’t wait to meet your cock.” I unbuttoned the pants that imprisoned the hardened object of my desire. His erection practically unzipped his pants the rest of the way as I tugged at the sides further down past his ass. I felt hot all over and began to feel my own cock pressing against the beer cases that I sat on. The strength of my erection was becoming entirely too stiff to sit on. I ushered him back and knelt in front of him. He kicked off his flip-flops, and I rolled down the top of his underwear waist band. His dick sprang out and seemed as eager to be played with as I was suck it down my we throat. I licked the length of his cum-gun’s undercarriage a few times and flicked my tongue as I neared the tip. Derrick groaned and placed his hand on my head as I slowly took the head of him into my waiting mouth. My tongue swirled around the large dome that I sucked. I lightly scraped my teeth across the top of it and stretch my soft tongue along the sensitive underside. He shuttered blithely. With that, I sank its total length of seven and a half inches down my throat. My nose became buried against his conditioned abs. Derrick gripped the hair from the back of my head and thrust back and forth into my tonsils. I pulled my head off his throbbing cock and gasped a deep breath. Immediately, I plunged his unit back into my mouth. Derrick moaned with ecstasy as I reached up and began to massage his testicles. Smooth and perfectly shaven globes turned in my hand. I tugged down gently on them as I sucked deep on his shaft. With my left hand, I reached down and rubbed the crotch of my own jeans. I could feel the sticky milk my own caged penis was pooling in my panties. To Derrick it must have looked as if I was stroking the length of a wet pussy. The fact of him not knowing turned me on more than the actual act of sucking that beautiful dick of his.

Mmmm, I hummed while engulfing his cock. Derrick pushed my head down firmly once more causing me to continue throating him. Thick saliva dripped from my mouth, and I started to ignore his swelling balls to catch it all in my hand. I lathered his balls and taint with my throat’s dense lubrication. Briskly, I rubbed his taint and balls until the entire area and my slender hand was slick. Derrick began to groan louder, and he thrust deeper into me. I slid a finger up his ass crack pressed firmly against his anus. My moist finger was slim and oiled with my slutty saliva enough to pass through his sphincter without friction at all. I curved it down and pressed assertively against the inner mound of his prostate. His rock hard member held in the suction of my fat lips, I looked up to see his face. Derrick stood in a trance like stupor. Eyes closed and mouth wide open, he accepted this anal embrace. I pushed my finger in and out of his tight little hole and swirled my tongue around his cock, always keeping it in my mouth. More spit dripped down his hanging orbs, and I was able to catch it with the fingers not taking residence in his ass. I brushed them against his silky taint then brought them up to the entrance of his ass. I pressed one alongside my invading finger and entered it just as easily as the first. I felt his prostate swell and the engrossed head of his cock seemed to double in size. My own dick was screaming to be released from my skin tight jean shorts, but I just rubbed at it faster and harder than ever. Derrick pulled my hair with both hands toward him like he was trying to make me a part of his own toned body. His anus was gripping my fingers so tightly that I could not pull them out even if I wanted to. I pressed against his bulging prostate, and he began to convulse while crying out. I felt a hot load fly down my throat. Another, then another. He pulled out of my mouth and I reached up with my free hand to stroke his shooting cock. Splash after splash of hot cum was launched onto my face, neck, and chest. Derrick began to come down from his intense high. I removed my fingers from his anus, massaged his balls, and returned his swollen bishop to my mouth gently cleaning it all over with my tongue.

The upstairs door opened, and a voice bellowed down. “Pledge, what the fuck is up with the beer?!”

“Oh shit!” Derrick muttered under his breath. He quickly grabbed at his pants and began to pull them up. I sat back on my heels, smiling, and tasting the cum off of my tits and fingers. “What the fuck am I going to do?” He said while looking frantically for his shirt.

“Don’t worry so much, Baby” I said, licking a finger full of cum from my chest. “Just invite your friends down, and I’m sure that they’ll forget all about the beer.”

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