Legend of Mustang Sally

Introduction, this is a 4 part fictional story, told from a woman's perspective. Its about horny old ladies, going to a fraternity house, to get their rocks off. Think modern day, with 1970s frat house etiquette. Some sexual violence, and racial slurs, along with a pathetic attempt for comedy. Special thanks to Brian Griffin from Rhode Island for editing. Brain also wants people to know, there's no underage Shenanigans going on in this story.

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Part one.

In the beginning.

My son, just got accepted into a fairly good University that's a couple of hours away from our home. Finding it difficult to be happy for him, knowing my past indiscretions are link to my son's college of choice. Before getting into the weeds, on how I was recognized by former acquaintances, when tagging along on a college campus tour. It's best to start from the beginning, before giving an over arching reason, that is my immediate cause for concern.

Years ago, my husband and I were separated.

Thinking divorce was in our future, because of our constant fighting. I never thought for a moment the marriage would end up being saved. Otherwise, my decision during that time would have been much different.

A long time friend, thats never been married, and was in her late 30s at the time. Not to use her real name, I'll call her Amy, just to keep things moving. She a tall, leggy, blond, with a taste for the younger male companionship. Amy's life has always been a revolving door of endless partying. Convincing me to get out of the house for a weekend, to meet some of her boy toys.

Thinking it would be fun to peek into her love life, or at the very least, get some free drinks.

We eventually set off on our girls night out.

It wasn't until after the two hour drive, when we pulled up to a frat house. This of course being the same university my son and I, would be taking a campus tour of, three years later.

Amy, finally deciding to tell me where the parties at, saying, "we're here. This is the place where I meet most of my boyfriends. I know what you're thinking, but if I told you we're going to a college party, you would have bailed on me tonight." Amy said, while convincing me to get out of her car. "I've known most of these guys for awhile, so don't worry, they just like to party. Who Knows, you might even get a chance to cheat on that prick of a husband, before the divorce is final."

Being a couple years older than Amy, I held up nicely for a woman who had just turned 40. I always ate healthy, stayed away from gluten, jogged at least four times a week. Wouldn't say I'm tall, and skinny like Amy, but definitely not fat. Being a Latina, I hold most of my calories in my ass, tits, and legs. I believe the best description for my body type would be voluptuous.

Even though Amy was joking, I thought if opportunity presented itself in the form of a young man, seeking to practice good bedroom etiquette, with a married woman. Of course depending on if, and only if, I'm attracted to him. Celebrating the ending of my marriage with a bang, sounded like a good idea to me. Besides, I didn't spend hours putting on makeup, to then walk around in fuck me pumps all night. Just so I could be the only person knowing, what my designer bra, and panties look like with my clothes off.

Being mostly fraternity guys at the party, there were handful of other young college girls at the house. Nervous, before walking into the party with Amy, I heard one the girls shout, "who the fuck invited their moms." I started blushing immediately.

"These college bitches are always like this when they're drunk. I fucked a lot of their boyfriends, so they don't care for my company." Amy said to me, before waving at a guy standing on the staircase.

Amy, then introduced me around to the group of young men before slipping away. They were all very nice and plight young gentlemen. I knew that they all saw me as an easy lay, considering who I came to the party with. Not to say there wasn't any attractive young men there. It just felt like I was partying with my son's friends. Thinking if I was going to celebrate the ending of my marriage with a bang, it definitely wasn't going to happen with anyone at that party.

Having three Long Island teas, and being talked into several shots of tequila, all while rapidly becoming the center of attention. Thinking, Amy has known these guys for some time now. I stupidly put my trust in a bunch of frat daddies.

Waking up the next morning, in a strangers bed, only to find my bra on the floor, with a pile of used condoms inside the cups.

Unable to find my panties, and deciding to leave my bra where it was. I then put my dress on, after retrieving it off the ceiling fan.

With spiked heels in hand, trying to walk downstairs with out anyone noticing me, only being able to take three steps on the staircase.

Amy, still drunk in the living room, looking up at me on the staircase. Slurring her word, with a fuck you grin on her face. "Its soon to be, divorced mother of the year! Plenty of pledges, saw your big Mexican jumping tits in their point of view last night. Can you say, choo choo! Just look up at the wall, that number is nasty." Amy yelled excitedly, playing announcer to my arrival.

Soon thereafter, other drunk party goers started shouting, "Mustang Sally, Mustang Sally!" Not my name by the way.

Noticing, my lemon yellow lace hip huggers, stapled next to several other women's panties. Along with a placeholder underneath, with my full maiden name, and a double digit number. Amy's panties where there to. She had the number 6 next to her name. The numbers of course being a representation of the different guys who banged you from that fraternity house. In one night, I fucked more then double what Amy had on her best night coming to these parties.

Still standing on the staircase, as a chubby young man coming up behind me, holding my bra in hand. "Mrs, you for got your bloomers. I retrieved them from the floor I did. Perhaps a small token of that spanish rump, for me troubles." The fat fuck said to me, while doing a bad British accent.

Upset, realizing what happened, while the continued shooting, of "Mustang Sally" was rattling my central nervous system. With my breath smelling of several dicks, I spit in his fat face, simultaneously silencing the crowd in the living room. Not pleased with my reaction. The chubby young man, still holding my bra, grabbed a handful of used condoms, then slapped me across the face.

"You have offended my honor, and I challenge you to a dual. For God and queen, I shall make mincemeat of you. Unguard Spanish harlot." The chubby young man said, grabbing his crotch, while laughing uncontrollably. Followed by the crowd in the living room shouting, "fuck," repeatedly.

Standing there, with a mixture of semen, lubricant, and my own vaginal juices dripping off my left cheek. I still remembered the weight of ejaculate infused condoms, hitting my face, and loud slapping noise it made.

Most of the night however, was fuzzy at best, and a complete blackout at times. Remembering things in pieces, starting with playing drinking games in the kitchen the night before.

Finishing off my last two shots, noticing the time was after 11 p.m..

I went upstairs looking for Amy to see where she might have disappeared to.

As I roamed the second floor. Three guys, standing outside a bedroom door, on the far in of the hall, started waving in my direction. Approaching closer to the three, the bedroom door they were standing next to opens up, and I see Amy, looking like a nude corpse. Her eyes wide open, while on her back at the edge of the bed. My vision locked, on the young man's nude muscular frame, and seemingly heavy thick cock, ruthlessly going to town on Amy's insides.

Looking more like a serial killer having sex with one of his dead victims. With Amy's legs spread, and arms just laying at her side, not making a peep. That's when I noticed ejaculate slowly dripping out of her mouth.

"Don't worry, that's just moose in your friend's hair." One of the fraternity bro's said, standing in front of the doorway.

Taking a closer look, I could see small chunks of coagulated ejaculate mixed in with the hair follicles. The sick fuck that was on top of my friend, start fucking her mouth manually, moving Amy's head around with his hand.

As I stood in the hall way looking forward into the bedroom. I could hear the wet plunging sound that a dick makes entering in and out of my friend's throat. Watching Amy, completely inebriated, as Robert, who's name I come to find out later. His eyes lock on to mine, while he mouth the words, "do you like what you see pervert." I immediately turned around and started heading back towards the stairs.

With my hart rate up, from what I just witnessed, not wanting that for myself. I abandoned my friend to the mercy of horny 18, and 20 something year old boys. Feeling guilty, making it to the staircase, with my last two shots of tequila now kicking in.

I can see the front door at the bottom of the stairs for my exit, coming in and out of focus. As a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist.

Followed by a man's voice, saying, "mrs Sawyer, let me help you to your room." Not my real name by the way.

Not remembering how I got on the waterbed, besides being extremely tired. It felt like I was paralyzed with the ability to feel everything. Words leaving my mouth, came out as incoherent rambling. With no energy to resist, my arms now rubbery useless objects hanging at my sides. Face down in the sheets, completely slouched over, with my knees tucked underneath my stomach. Feet in spiked heels, hanging off the side of the bed, and my dress pulled half way up my back.

As guys, drunkenly walked around the room, occasionally bumping up against the bed's wooden box frame. Besides hearing music playing downstairs, as young men told jokes at my expense, while the sound of cellphone cameras started going off. I could feel several hands roaming around my body. From going underneath my panties, play a game of finger trap, to pinching my nipples, and squeezing my breast.

After the boys had a brief discussion, on leaving my spiked heels on, and who would go first. I could feel someone pulling down my panties around my thighs.

Blinking Christmas lights, stringed around the room for illumination. With my head turned to the side, I saw the first of many who would have me that night. He looked fresh out of high school, matter of fact they all did. I'm not sure, but I might have been the sacrificial ass, for making it into the fraternity.

The first guy, was having a hard time getting it in.

I could feel the head of his penis pressed up against my vaginal lips, only to slip underneath me, going between my thighs, and rubbing up against the top of my stomach. Complaining that my pussy was to tight.

The guy next in line, impatiently waiting for his turn, started yelling, "then get the fuck out of the way! I didn't spend all night listening to this bitch complain about her husband, only to find out now, the prick going first, is to drunk to stick it in!"

As the young man continued to try, I could feel my vaginal lips opening up just enough for the tip of his cock to enter me.

Three hard thrust later, he was now on the inside, fucking me like the world was going to end.

As the others waiting for their turn, started to encouraging each other by chanting. "1, 2, 3, 4, we're bouncing on another whore! 5, 6, 7, 8, someone's mom, will be home late! 9, 10, 11, 12, hurry up, her pussy smells!"

Someone then lifted my head off the mattress by my hair, as my lower jaw opens my mouth, by the sheer force of gravity.

With the first, of what would be certainly more dicks to come.

My mouth had became the seconded hole to be penetrated by a cock. The sound of a dick plunging with the top of my throat, as saliva drooled off my bottom lip, wetting his ball bag when it occasional came in contact with my chin.

From behind me, was the galloping sounds of a horse high stepping on wet pavement. I could feel two fingers up my ass, while my clit was getting slapped by heavy wrecking balls. My thighs dripping wet from being fucked so hard. To eventually hitting my wall with his last couple of thrust. It was so painful, I let out a squeal that sent everyone laughing.

Five minutes, and under, was the average time from when the commuters got on, and off the train. Even if I was sober, I would've had a hard time keeping up. Like the little steam engine that couldn't, I was flying down a bullet train track, slamming into every bump at full speeds.

Sometime during the second guy humping me I passed out.

Maybe five minutes, or an hour later. Finding myself on my back, completely nude, as Robert is holding my head up with one hand, and forcing my right erect nipple into my mouth. Humping me just as brutally when I first saw him on top of Amy.

With my eyes bulging out, looking up at him. "I can see why your husband is divorcing you. You've been spreading your legs like a whore, all night." Robert said, as he started hitting me in the face, using my breast as a battering tool. Repeating, "Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself!"

Amy, standing in the doorway to the room with only a t-shirt on, giving me hand signals from thumbs up, to the electric shock. Before walking over to whisper in Robert's ear, as he pulls out of me, removing the condom while approaching my face.

At this point I'm able to move, but was unable to think clearly about putting up any protest against what was being implemented. Robert, kneeling on my right side, masturbating over my face. As another young man takes his turn fucking me.

My legs, now position in the air, with spiked heels just reaching over the young man's head. The sweat, from his upper body running down the backs of my legs, soaking the bed sheet underneath me. Applying pressure between my crotch with his body, stimulating my clit as he slowly rubbed up against it.

While a hairy sweaty nut sack, sponged off my anus, like a fat tongue giving me a rim job.

Wasting no time, he starts pounding away like his brothers before him. His sweaty nutsack, now like tiny fist, punching on the rim of my anus. Eventually he grabs my ankles, while leading his fellow fraternity Brothers, in singing the school fight song.

Moving my ankles, like they where cheerleader pom poms, he starts punching back and forth. Followed by spreading my legs in a in a V formation, before closing them together in rhythm to their singing. I let out several high pitch moans in Spanish, every time my spiked heels clapped together.

I sounded like, "I, I, I I I, I I I I, I I!"

As I hear Robert's voice, hovering over me, saying, "I think the whore likes it. Thats the sound they make in their native language when giving their approval."

Then followed, by all the boys going back to chanting. "1, 2, 3, 4, we're bouncing on another whore! 5, 6, 7, 8, hurry up, It's getting late!"

Watching everything that was happening in the room, from mirrors placed on the ceiling. Robert, pulling on his dick, to being humped senselessly in a ongoing gangbang. With every thrust, the waterbed, and my boobs rippled, from the young man's lap slapping up against my bottom.

Exhausted, and still very much so drunk. I start seeing the room spinning in slow motion. From the ceiling fan propellers over head, to the blinking Christmas lights flashing different colors. Now nauseated, feeling like I was in a hypnotic trance, a natural occurrence started to dictate my actions. Going off instinct alone, I begin to lightly scratch Roberts ball bag with my greenish turquoise colored fingernails. As I then watched three streams of ejaculate burst out of his penis, each seeming to float in the air for three seconds, before landing on my face.

The guy fucking me then pulls out, removing his condom while making a clinched fist around his dick. Telling me to open my mouth, before getting the head of his cock behind the back of my teeth. Releasing the grip around his cock. I could feel the penis pulsating between my lips, as warm ejaculate began to fill up the inside of my mouth. Attempting to swallow, I immediately started gagging from the taste, spitting it out on the pillow next to me.

Like a dog, that just pissed on the carpet. Laughing, Robert starts pushing my face, into the semen soaked pillow, before saying, "look at what you did! Next time, you swallow that shit. Do you understand me?"

My friend Amy had left the room sometime after Robert ejaculated. Even if she was still there, I'm doubtful she would have been much help. Unable to speak coherently in response that I understood. Robert moves his butt hole over my face, spreading his cheeks apart, with the rim of his anus puckering up, he gives me an ultimatum. Eat his ass out, or he was going to take a shit on my face.

Of course I treated the situation like ice cream in a waffle cone rapidly melting on a hot summer day. Except for the knowledge knowing, it wouldn't be a delicious rocky road splattering all over the place. Giving big licks between his ass cheeks, before shoving about a inch of my tongue up his spincter. I went to town on the rim of his anus, like it was my first time french kissing my boyfriend, when I was in the eighth grade. Basically, just stuck my tongue out far as I could, and hoped for the best.

Not to go into what I was obviously tasting, but it's not hard to imagine what was collecting inside my mouth. Fearful of what Robert might do if I spit it out. I did my best to try and keep it from going down. However, the more ass I licked, the more saliva built up in my mouth, naturally I swallowed everything. From what he might have had for breakfast that morning, to the bits of toilet paper crumbling around the inside of my mouth, from the last time he wiped his ass.

While I was in the middle of snacking on recycled food, the sound of a spray bottle starts going off. I could feel cold soapy water hitting the backs of my legs and crotch area.

Like a piece of gym equipment being cleaned up for the next user to come and do his repetitions. As the last guy who ejaculated in my mouth, wipes off his sweat from my body using a towel.

As Robert gets up from sitting on my face.

Knowing the train would be pulling back out of the station, while I watched the next guy in line strip off his underwear.

No longer wanting to witness anymore. I deliberately close my eyes to pass out, dreaming of a warm rain showers, before waking up at 5 a.m., smelling like bleach. Only to find my bra on the floor, with used condoms inside the cups. And my dress slowly spinning around on the ceiling fan.

End of part one.

From the mind of, Epcy 6,9, & Angry Hubby.