Carl Bowman was enjoying his time in college, he was President of the Delta Mu Omicron fraternity. He was online, pleased with the next Saturday night fuck and suck party coming up. It was amazing how many hot girls were eager for a frat house gang bang. The next one, Monica Sutter, she was a hot one. He remembered her from high school, they'd been in the same graduating class two years ago, and he'd kept in touch with her. She would be a big hit, everyone would be more than ready to shaft every hole she had. The long blonde hair, deep green eyes, a sweet face, nice big tits, curvy wait and sleek legs would milk every cock that was given to her. She'd offered herself, saying that she'd heard through some of the previous Saturday night guests what had transpired, and she was horny and eager to be the next gang bang girl.
He looked up, and saw what looked like an older, but just as a hot version of Monica standing before him. Definitely a MILF, she looked to be about 40, she was tall, must be about 5'9", looked to be about 130 pounds, nice curves in her figure, like a former supermodel who had not let herself go as she aged. From what he saw, he would have loved to see what lay beneath those clothes.
"Hello Carl, I'm Carrie Sutter, Monica's mother. I understand you are going to use my girl at a frat house gang-bang."
"How the hell did you know about that?"
"Well, I overheard her talking to her friends, a couple who were previous Saturday night guests, and being her mother, after they left, I marched in and told her that NO WAY was she going to be getting a gang-bang. She may be 19, but as long as she lives at home, she lives by our rules."
Inwardly, Carl cursed, Shit-fire, it was Thursday evening, and it would be a challenge to find another girl on the fly.
Carrie said, "Carl, how would you like me to take Monica's place as the next gang bang girl?"
Carl's mouth hung open in shock, HOLY SHIT, did he hear her right?
As if reading his thoughts, Carrie went on, "Yes, you did hear me right. A gang bang, all I ask is that you allow me to wear a mask to hide my identity, and make sure my husband does not hear about this? Can you promise me that?"
Hot damn, for her, he would have promised anything, and he quickly replied, "Yes, oh yes, you have my solemn word."
That was good enough for Carrie. She was 40, her husband was 52, traveled a lot for his job, and was no fireball in bed. Once every couple of weeks, he'd do his thing, throw a two-minute fuck into her, squirt his meager load, roll off, and be snoring in 5 minutes. Having to finish what he was too clumsy or not caring enough to complete, she was eager for hard, stiff cocks to use her holes for what they were made for. With him gone for a month, traveling to several sales conventions as an organizer, the timing was just right.
She'd been having one-night stands, when hubby was away, she got to play. She wasn't going to let herself go to seed, and sink into old age as a frustrated, horny old biddy. There was a singles bar on the other side of town, and there, she was able to get her choice, fit, young, horny guys flocked to her. She always checked them out by feeling them up, in a darkened corner. Her husband was a little 5 inch shrimp, and she wanted big, hard cocks. The guys who were chosen got a night of hot, steamy sex that was almost unreal as Carrie vented her MILF fuck lust on them. Being the more than willing guest as a gang bang girl was going to be spectacular.
"So, do I look suitable for a gang bang?"