Now at the age of 30, Shannon Peters sought to finish her last two years of college after having put everything on hold in order for her husband Jim to finish college and law school.  In love from the moment they had met in their freshman year of college, getting married to one another became their utmost goal.  Though both of their parents indicated that they'd still be willing to help out with the college expenses, both she and Jim did not feel right about it and refused, saying that as it was their wish to get married, they'd figure out a way to make ends meet.

Financial aid loans helped cover a lot of the college expenses but did go much farther, especially for rent and food.  Thus, Shannon elected to get a secretarial job till Jim was done with college and law school.  But when Jim got his law degree and settled with a large law firm, Shannon had gotten quite a few pay raises and giving up the decent paying job to go back to college seemed a rather difficult decision to make.  However, the company she was with really liked her work and told Shannon that she could work whatever hours she elected to.

Working about five hours a day at her secretarial job, Shannon would then trek over to the university for a couple afternoon classes and one at night.  It was a bit of struggle to cram everything in, more so if some research was needed at the library.  Going to the university straight from work, Shannon would look about at the other students and at times feel rather overdressed.  Wearing a dress or skirt and blouse with heels, her work attire set her apart for the younger gals who went to classes in shorts and pullover blouses with tennis shoes.

Standing at 5'5" and a trim 104 lbs., Shannon's 35D-22-33 figure had all the guys' eyes turning her way when she pass on by.  Her long silky brown hair, brown eyes and flawless ivory complexion had the guys sporting a boner in no time at all.  There was no shortage of males trying to put the hit on her but Shannon would politely smile and flash her diamond ring and wedding band to show that she was off the market.

But her diamond ring and wedding band that she used to fend of the lusting males really served to attract the pair of eyes belonging to Desmond Miller who happened to be in the sociology class she was attending at night.  At the age of 21, Desmond was the typical jock, going to college on a track scholarship and belonged to a rowdy fraternity located just off the campus.  The fact that Shannon was older and married made it even sweeter, all the more challenging to him if he could succeed with a conquest of the lovely beauty.

Having seeing a couple of guys get shot down in flames when trying to date her, Desmond merely sat back and tried to concoct a plan to get into her tight little panties.  Even if she wasn't married, Desmond knew that a date with the rather prim and proper beauty was out of the question.  With him being black, Desmond knew that it was definitely out of the question.  Thus, he concluded that he'd have to befriend the beauty as a mere classmate and not try to hit on her at all.

Playing it calm and cool, Desmond merely smiled and nodded each time in passing, then adding a mere "Hi!" or "How are you tonight?"  Having earlier learned from his frat brothers who had taken the course earlier, Desmond knew that the prof would often section the class off into smaller groups for various topics and then discuss the outcome of the group's consensus with the rest of the class.  Thus, he always made it a point to be sitting near the succulent beauty, though he liked to be sitting just behind and off to the side a bit to take in her sexy white legs.  'Damn, I'll be a shoo-in for 'Stud of the Month' honors if I manage to get her to a frat party and git her to drop her panties fer me!' he thought.

For this frat, 'Stud of the Month' honors meant that you were 'King of the Hill' for that entire month with everyone, including all the current officers.  All the frat brothers would stand at attention when you entered the room.  Also, the 'Stud of the Month' was honored with being relieved of all your assigned chores in the frat house and going to the head of the line as soon as he entered the dining hall.  In fact, it was the highest honor that one could achieve at the frat, with the frat brother earning the most 'Stud' honors throughout the school year declared 'President' for the following year.

Desmond had earned this honor once earlier during the year, when he had succeeded where many had tried and failed.  The cute little southern babe was a freshman, quite prim and proper but the shyest in the rather outgoing sorority that she had pledged.  The sexy redhead intrigued Desmond, more so when he learned that she was a preacher's daughter and went to church every Sunday.  The potent drug he would slip into her drink would have her flying so high that she would be unable to fend off his advances.

Seeing how nervous the pretty young freshman was in his presence, the heavily spiked drink had the inexperienced gal going out of her mind in no time.  Taking her to the frat's 'Game Room', a room decorated with many wild animal hides on the wall, Desmond had the drowsy young gal stripped and widespread on the table.  He had purposely left the door open and had whispered his intentions to one of the guys, telling him to pass the word that they could going in on the gangbang once he popped her cherry.  With the inexperienced young gal heavily drugged, she would be unable to fend of Desmond's advances.  Regardless of her crying, giving Desmond a firm 'No!', she would be taken against her will.  So innocent, prim and proper daughter of a preacher, she would be too humiliated to cry 'Rape'.

 

With cameras rolling and guys peering in, Desmond was then a shoo-in for 'Stud of the Month' honors, especially with all the guys invited in to participate.  The innocent freshman was soon servicing as many as six guys as once: cock in mouth; cock in cunt; one in each hand; and with guys using her petite feet to get them off.  It had been an all night affair and the innocent beauty had been turned into a cock-crazed little bitch.  After the first semester, the preacher's daughter never returned, forced to remain at home in order to give birth to her little bundle of joy.

Desmond's devious strategy worked like a charm, first getting to talk with the beauty in a couple of discussion groups, as that allowed him to later chat with her before and at times after class ended.  Once Shannon departed and often walking with another gal in the class to the parking lot for safety, Desmond followed in a distance till the beauty's car pulled out of the parking lot.  Sure, he had devious thoughts of even beating her to the car after class one night and give her a big surprise when she entered.  But 'conquest' by seduction of the lovely married woman would be all that much sweeter.

With his rowdy frat having parties every week, even on school nights, Desmond figured to use such an occasion to lure the lovely beauty over to his lair.  He knew she'd never go there alone with him so he planned on inviting both she and a couple of the classmates, making it seem like a group thing rather than just her.  Rather than just doing it on the spur of the moment, Desmond figured he'd plant the seed a week ahead of time, getting her to think and ponder about it.  Then if she were game, hopefully she'd have given her husband some sort of excuse ahead of time as to getting home late.

Having a week to work at convincing the lovely wife to come over to the frat house, Desmond decided that the best way would be to work on the younger gal that always walked with her to the parking lot.  The younger gal was an attractive 24 year old single gal who was about to get her degree but Desmond had the older married beauty as his target.  However, the younger gal seemed quite game at the promise of a good time and free drinks at the frat house.  Thus, Desmond worked on her, telling her to bring Shannon along just to keep her company and have a good time.

Tempted in seeing what a wild frat party was like, Shannon told herself 'Shannon, you're no longer a young college gal out for fun!  You're thirty years old ………………and a happily married woman!  You can't go out to some wild frat party and not expect those horny young men to hit on you!'  Then her mind went to muscular Desmond who had invited her to the frat party, for she had certainly noticed him from that very first night in class.  Certainly a jock in the truest sense, yet he had not hit on her at all gave Shannon some feeling of security, figuring he liked gals more his age.

Getting home after the next class, Shannon was a bit bothered at her friend Gwen telling her to give her husband an excuse of needing to do some research at the library the next week.  Of course Gwen wanted to go to the frat party and have a good time, but Shannon shuddered at what Gwen said "You know, the way Desmond looks at you …………..you had better watch out!  I think he wants to have your panties hanging atop his headboard as a trophy!"

At first Shannon had just laughed it off, telling Gwen that she was out of her mind, especially since she was a happily married woman.  Yes, happily married but kept quite short of sex due to busy schedules for both she and her husband.  While in college, she had gone to a couple frat parties but that was over ten years ago and she could still recall the endless flow of beer and even some joints being passed around.  Shannon wondered if any of that had changed, thinking that she was now way too old to partake in such activities.

In bed that weekend, as Shannon lay under the covers, she couldn't help but to think what her younger classmate had said about Desmond.  'Shoot, why would he want me?  He can get any girl on campus ……………after all, he's a handsome young black athlete ……………..a jock on campus!  Why would he want me …………………an older woman ……….a married one at that?' she asked herself.

In the darkness of the night, Shannon let her hands slip up under the covers, under her pajama top to caress her sensitive nipples.  'Gosh, what would it feel like to have a black stud like that put his hands on me?' she wondered, shivering at the prospect.  'If I did slip off to that fraternity party ……………………and if they had a slow dance ……….an innocent dance with Desmond certainly wouldn't hurt!' she thought, rationalizing that it would be a means to learn what it'd feel like without any serious indiscretion taking place.

Never having lied to her husband before, other than little fibs in order to pull off a surprise party or something of that nature, Shannon told her husband that she would be getting back late that night as she needed to do some research at the library.  At work that day, when things were slow, Shannon couldn't help but wonder what it'd fell like to have Desmond's arms around her waist, shivering at the thought of him attempting to slip her hands down in order to cup her shapely ass.  She anticipated that he'd certainly give it the old college try, but the real question was whether or not she'd put an immediate stop to his groping or let him cop a good feel.  But beyond that, it was a definite 'no' for Shannon.

Desmond accompanied the two gals over to the parking lot, then suggested that they move their cars nearer to where the frat house was located as it'd save time and that they wouldn't have to walk on back later.  Not wanting to come on too strong with the pretty married babe, he purpose gave her directions and had her follow Gwen's car in which he hopped a ride.  Little did both gals know that during class, after learning that the gals would be making it over to the party, he had slipped out to make a call back to the frat house.

"Yeah, Al, the two gals that I told ya about are gonna be coming over to the party with me!  And ya tell the guys that the classy babe with a skirt and blouse on ………yeah, the married one is all mine!  The other broad ………….the blonde one is up fer grabs!  Get those special drinks ready fer them!  And tell the guys that I'm gonna take her to the 'entertainment room' where I's gonna earn myself 'Stud of the Month' honors!" Desmond had advised his frat brother.

If Shannon had any inkling as to what was in store for her that night, the devious planning that Desmond had already put into action, she would certainly not have agreed to go to the fraternity party.  Sure, the thought of seeing what she had missed out by cutting her college days short was rather thrilling.  So was the thought of having an innocent dance with the college jock, a muscular black stud, also had her quivering with excitement.  But in no way was the innocent thrill to go any further as Shannon had no plans of ever being unfaithful to her husband.

Parking on the street behind Gwen's car, she accompanied her two classmates up to the fraternity house.  With the loud music being played, it was obvious that the party was already underway.  Entering the frat house, Desmond first gave them a tour of the premises and then into the party room where he waved down a frat brother and called out "Drinks here for my guests!"  Of course, only beer was on hand at the frat house and Shannon thanked the fellow who had come over with three glass of beer from the keg.

Little did Shannon nor her girlfriend suspect that their special glasses had been sitting aside with the new highly potent liquid Spanish Fly that would certain get them in the mood for some wild hot sex.  And with the next dance starting up, more loud music that this generation found exciting, Gwen was off dancing with one of Desmond's frat brothers who had come over to ask her for a dance.  Though Desmond had asked her to dance, Shannon politely abstained, saying "I guess I've been a bit out of touch for the past ten years!"

Having consumed a third of her beer, Shannon began to feel a bit warm and tingly but shrugged it off as the room was a bit overcrowded with many of the guys and girls dancing.  Then another fast dance started up and Gwen remained out on the dance floor, leaving her alone with the black jock who Gwen had been indicated on wanting to get into her panties.  Sipping more and more of her beer, Shannon was in heat as she began rubbing her thighs together.

Finally, after downing her entire glass of beer, a soft slow song began and Shannon was pulled onto the dance floor by Desmond.  Taken to the far corner by the confident black stud, Shannon's heart was racing as the jock's large hands encircled her trim waist and pulled her up to him.  Her hands behind Desmond's neck, her nipples began to harden as she was pressed up against the broad muscular chest that had only a thin t-shirt over it.  And then the gyrations by Desmond with his hips began, causing Shannon to feel his big boner growing and growing up against her.

As prearranged by Desmond, a second slow dance immediately followed the first and then a third one started on up.  Panting for breath, love juices seeping out of her slick slit to saturate the crotch of her panties, Shannon's mind was racing as she realized that she had allowed Desmond to French kiss throughout the entire second dance and she had in fact avidly returned that passionate kiss.  With Desmond's large hands groping at her asscheeks while he continued to grind his crotch against her, Shannon had never been hotter for sex before.

Unknown to Shannon, Desmond's frat brothers were keeping a sharp eye out on them, watching to see if their horny frat brother would really score with a married babe.  They knew that the amount of aphrodisiac that she had consumed in her beer, the beautiful sexy wife would soon be getting the fuck of her life in the frat's 'entertainment room'.  With eight peepholes, all the guys in the frat were drawing from the deck of cards and the eight highest would get to witness the fuck of the night.  The others would have to try and score with the other babes in attendance, then get to see Desmond in action on video replay the next night.

With the jock's thick exploring tongue in her mouth, Shannon darted her pointed tongue and rubbed it over his.  Squeezing her cunt muscles as she continued to juice like crazy, enjoying the hands grouping at her ass, Shannon pressed her hips up to rub her crotch up against his bulging boner.  A married and faithful wife for nearly ten years, Shannon was only certain of one thing at this time, that she desperately needed to have that itch between her legs scratched immediately.  Now there was no thought in her mind of her loving husband nor her marital vows to be faithful, just the need for sexual relief.

Pulled into a dark empty room furnished with black leather sofas, Shannon was now in the frat's 'entertainment room' as Desmond locked the door behind them.  Nervous, yet anxious, Shannon felt herself being pulled by the hand towards the sofa next to the wall.  Then as she was turned about, Shannon shivered as the jock began nuzzling upon the back of her neck, moving to her ear as his hot wet tongue traced her earlobe.

Closing her eyes, reveling at the feel of the large callused hands upon her trim waist, Shannon shivered once again as her blouse was pulled out of her skirt, then felt the jock's experienced fingers begin to undo the buttons.  Blouse open down the front, lacy bra pushed up, it was as if Desmond was cupping her breasts in an offering to the fraternity's large emblem atop the wall above the sofa.

Cupping the lovely wife's breasts, Desmond thumbs flicked at the hardening pink buds as he offered them up for viewing to the eyes glued to the peepholes in the wall.  Then he had her blouse sliding off her arms and let it fall to the floor between them.  Seconds later, he unhooked her bra and it too fell to the floor.  Once he undid the button and zipper to her skirt, the randy young wife was anxious to climb up onto the sofa for a good fucking.  But grabbing her upper arm, Desmond pulled her back towards him and forced her to her knees, clad only in her lacy white panties and black heels.

With Desmond holding onto her left hand as she knelt down upon the floor, Shannon watched as the confident jock used his free hand to unzip himself.  Then he pulled her hand to the opening he had created and advised "Go on, Mrs. Peters, reach in and pull it on out!  Desperate to get the fucking that she craved for, Shannon knew very well what was being expected of her.  It was something that she had done to please her husband before but not an act that she particularly cared for.

Though it felt rather degrading to be forced to kneel before this muscular black jock and put his cock into her mouth, Shannon knew that the faster she him some head, the faster she'd get the fucking that she craved.  Mouth enveloping the bloated cockhead, Shannon flicked her tongue over it, pushing up against his flaring pisshole.  Staring ahead at his short kinky curls while bobbing her head up and down, the overhead spotlight had the diamond on her ring sparkling bright glimmers of reflecting light about the room.

For Desmond, the sight of the pretty wife sucking on his cock and the sparkle of her diamond had him gritting his teeth so as not to cum prematurely.  With his frat brothers just feet away and getting a good show, Desmond knew just how the sparkle of the diamond would be that much more thrilling for them.  He aimed to put a good show on for them, to be the highlight of attention when the video played the next night, and then to win 'Stud of the Month' honors.

On this occasion, Desmond was not about to share the lovely Mrs. Shannon Peters with anyone.  He was hot and horny to bone this beautiful married woman and claim the prize of being the first to destroy her marital vows to be faithful to the man she married.  His frat brothers would have to nurse their hardons through the peepholes and with the video showing of his conquest the next evening.  'God, I hope she's not on the pill!  Wanna leave her with something to remember me by!' he chuckled to himself.

Pulling her head back by the hair, Desmond shivered as her still flicking tongue nearly sent him right over the edge.  Spurting his cream all over her beautiful face would have been quite a turn on but also make him subject to his frat brothers' teasing of being a minute man and unable to even get it in her.  Ordering her up onto the sofa, he then grasped the waistband of her panties as she climbed atop the sofa.  He then bared her creamy white ass as he stripped the lacy garment off her trim legs and heels.

Legs widespread upon the sofa, Shannon watched in awe as the jock bared his muscular black body before her.  Rubbing her thighs together, cunt tingling in dire need for a man's cock, some sense of reality set in as Shannon thought 'Oh, my God ……………….oh, my God!  What are you doing, Shannon?  Naked and about to let his big black jock get in the sack with you!  You're married ………………gave your vows to be faithful ……….to the man you married!  Don't throw it all away now!'

"Please …………………please ………………..Desmond ……………….I …………….I can't go through with this!  Please ……………..I ………….……..I'm married!  I ………….I've never …………..been with another man!" Shannon panted out.  But now with a naked Desmond standing before her, holding her by the ankles and spreading her legs wide apart, Shannon was in quite a vulnerable position.  Then her eyes bulged in total disbelief upon seeing the size of the jutting black bone that threatened to tear her apart.

"Aw, sweetie!  The purty Mrs. Peters getting cold feet?  Get Des all hot and bothered with a big boner ……………….then chicken out on him!  No way sweetie ………….yer gonna get the fuck'n of yer life tonight!  Sugar, ya ain't ever been fucked until ya get a feel of Des' Dark Dork!  Now spread those beautiful legs of yers and get ready fer a real man to fuck ya!" Desmond bragged.

Knowing that she had gone too far to stop Desmond from fucking her at this point, plus the fact that she needed a good fucking, Shannon panted "Desmond ……………….you can't ……………….not ………………not without a rubber!  You ……………….you'll …………………I …………………I can't get pregnant ………..not ………………not by …………….youuuuuuuuu!"

Feeling the blunt cockhead pushing at her slit, Shannon shuddered with fear, pleading "No …………………no …………………….you're too ………………….too big!  Stop ……………………stop …………………….put a condom on!  No ………………..no ………………put a condom on!"  "Noooooooo …………….aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ………………….owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" she screamed as Desmond had let go her ankles to grasp her by the hips and slammed himself into her.

"Ohhhh ………………ohhhhh ………………ohhhhh ………………ohhhhh ………………ohhhhh ………………stop ……………….stop ………………..condom ………………..condom ………………….you need a condom!" Shannon stammered as the jock fucked in and out of her.  Then from what sounded far away, she heard Desmond say "Doncha worry, Mrs. Peters …………………I'll pull out before I cum!"

"Damn, sweetie ………………..ya's as tight as a fuck'n virgin!  What's that hubby of yers got between his legs anyway?  Oh, baby ……………….oh, baby ……………………oh, yeah …………………….squeeze me like that …………………….squeeze me with that snapping little pussy of yers!" Des grunted out, looking towards the area of the peepholes and giving his buddies a wink.  Now that he was in her, Desmond let her know exactly what he planned on doing, taunting "Oh, sweetie …………………gonna cum in yer tight little pussy!  Gonna fill ya up with my hot spunk!  Gonna knock ya up good bitch!"

'Noooo ………………..no ………………..no, Desmond ……………………..you ………………….you promised!" Shannon panted out but she continued to meet him thrust for thrust as she sought her much-needed climax.  But when the jock stopped in the middle of a stroke, Shannon desperately wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed herself down to fuck herself on his thick bone.  "Fuck me ………………….damn you ………………….fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she whined in desperation.  "But I'm gonna cum in ya if I keep fuck'n ya, Mrs. Peters!" came the taunting response.

"Fuck me …………………fuck me ……………………cum in me ……………cum in me ………………….just keep on fucking meeeeeeeeeeeee!" Shannon yelled out.  As the fucking continued at her pleading, Shannon soared out of this world by the most fantastic fuck her, causing her to scream out "Cumming ……………………cummingggggggggg ……….. …………….I'm cummingggggggggggggggg!  Yes …………………..yessssss ………………………cum in meeeeeeeeeee!  Oh, God ………………………its so hot ………………….so hottttttttttttttt ……………..it's burning meeeeeeeeee!"

It was nearing midnight when Shannon arrived home, thankful that her husband had fallen asleep while watching television.  Quickly going into the shower, Shannon tried to cleanse herself of the sweat and grime from the energetic fucking with Desmond in the fraternity's 'Entertainment Room'.  Washing her matted down curls, she then stretched open her ravished slit and gasped as a large glop of thick cum fell to the tiled shower floor with a loud plop.

Staring at the shower floor in amazement, Shannon watched as more and more of the stringy jizz made its way down into the drain.  After two wild fuck sessions with the jock, Shannon could only wonder how much more of his potent seed remained up in the recesses of her fertile womb.  Once out of the shower, she would have to douche out the filthy seed that threatened to put her in the family way.  Sure, she wanted to start a family but having a baby with kinky black hair would certainly be the end of her marriage.

Cutting her night classes the rest of the week, Shannon decided that she had better drop the class in order to avoid seeing Desmond again.  She knew that seeing him again would only lead to trouble, with her flat on her back again.  Shannon felt so guilty in having betrayed her marital vows, afraid that it would continue on if she met up with the muscular stud again.  Not wanting anyone on campus to know that she had succumbed to the black jock, Shannon did not realize that she had been the star of the frat's recent video.  Nor did she realize that Desmond was planning on seeing her again soon, the next time in her own home when she was alone.

Two weeks later, on a sunny Sunday morning, Shannon put on a nice light blue dress and white heels to attend the morning church service after her husband had headed off for a round of golf.  Feeling so guilty on her adulterous affair, she had skipped attending church the past week.  But today, Shannon felt that she had to attend church, go to the confessional and confess her sins to the priest.  Needing to ease her guilt, Shannon forced herself to go to church this week and try to get her life back to where it had been.

Just as she picked up her handbag, the doorbell rang.  Opening the front door, Shannon gasped loudly upon seeing Desmond standing there confidently with a broad smile on his face, commenting "Nice suburban neighborhood, Mrs. Peters!  Ya gonna invite me in or ya gonna have the neighbors gawking at a black dude hanging out at yer front door!"  Front door closed and locked, Shannon found herself being pulled her by the hand by her unexpected visitor as he searched for the master bedroom.

Stripped of her church going attire, Shannon lay widespread on the king-sized bed as she watched Desmond peel off his t-shirt and begin to unbutton his pants.  Panting in anticipation, she rubbed her thighs together as her cunt muscles clenched and unclenched, pulsating and waiting.  Then the Peters' marital bed sagged under the weight of the muscular jock as the beautiful wife welcomed him with open arms and legs. “Oh …………ohhhhhhhhh, God ………………….........oh, God …………………………yes …………….….yessssss …….......…………..oh, yes ……………..so biggggggggggg!” she cried out.

Unknown to Shannon, Tony Harris had been sitting in his bedroom that faced the street directly across from her home.  The Harris family was the only black family in the subdivision, with Mr. Harris being an engineer and Mrs. Harris an elementary school teacher.  A senior in high school, Tony had a crush on the lovely wife across the street, he constantly peered out of the bedroom window just to get a glimpse of her.

Having seen the big black dude making his way up to the front door, Tony Harris was shocked and surprised that Mrs. Peters had allowed him in.  Casually making his way across the street and slipping around back, Tony was in for a hell of a surprise as he listened and peered into the window of the master bedroom.  What he saw and heard had Tony determined to get himself a piece of the delicious pie.  'Damn, who'd have ever believed that Mrs. Peters would cheat on her husband!  And with a black dude at that!  Oh, you just gonna luv Tony's licorice stick!' he thought.
 

End of Story.