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   Author's Note: The Gold Club is the first book of the Gold Club Series.
Book One deals with discovery of sex by two boys, Tom and Carl, who by the
time they reach high school, have been recruited into the bisexual,
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   THE GOLD CLUB By Art Martin

   CHAPTER 8 THE FUCK PALACE (MMMFFF, reluc, con)



   Bob thought back to when he met Sally.  He, Harry DuBois, and John Marin
all played football at State U.  It was a pain in ass to sneak girls into
the football dorm to fuck them, and the three decided to share the expense
and the pleasures of an apartment.

   They found a walk-up above a defunct hardware store.  It was a roach
infested, two-bedroom apartment, single bath, with a large living room and
an adjoining kitchen.  Best of all, it was very private.

   Their decor was generally sparse, however they covered the walls with
unframed, original acrylic paintings and black and white photos of nudes,
male and female, singularly or copulating in one fashion or another. 
Stylistically, the paintings mimicked color photographs, most were sensuous
and erotic but some were just vulgar.  They had a cutesy and homely sign in
crewel hanging in the kitchen that read, "Never Turn Down a Willing Slut."

   A note taped on the door said, "Sluts welcome!  Come in if you want to
be fucked." Inside, guests were greeted with a neatly hand painted sign on
the wall that read, "THE FUCK PALACE - All girls entering agree to be
fucked repeatedly by the management." Fuck them they did.  There were
plenty of eager cunts throwing themselves at football players and they got
their share.  Things really got raunchy at the Fuck Palace.  If someone
brought a girl over, they all took turns with her.  Most girls didn't go
back for another evening, but a few became regulars.  Sally was a regular.

   Sally was beautiful.  Five foot eight, 128 pounds, long blond hair,
azure blue eyes, and beautifully proportioned.  Her tits were ample but not
excessive, very firm with pink quarter-size aureoles and pert nipples that
stuck out almost a half inch when erect.  Her family was rich and she was
well mannered and cultured.  She was also a nymphomaniac.  She loved
fucking all three guys, several times a night.  She loved sucking two or
three dicks at a time while being skewered in the ass.  She loved it when
the guys arranged a gang bang by the first string offensive squad.  She
loved it when she found a girl as randy as herself, and she loved putting
on a show for the guys.  Sally was a slut of the first order.

   She was thrilled when they rented the place.  She was tired of playing
games with the dormitory monitors who did their honest best to enforce
university regulations.  It was comical to see her dressed up as a guy,
nonchalantly sandwiched between the three guys, squeezing through the front
door, shuffling onto the elevator, then shuffling off the elevator, down
the hall and into the dorm room, hoping like hell no one important would
really see her.  Then after a night of fucking the three guys, repeating
the entire stupid charade on her way out in the morning.  The team manager
caught them several times.  Then it was a four-on-one all-night fuck, which
she didn't mind at all.  On more than one occasion, a team member would
discover them, then there would be a steady procession of jocks into the
room all night.  She loved it, but Bob, John, and Harry didn't like.  It
severely cut into their fucking time, which was why they snuck her in the
place to begin with, not to mention it was their asses on the line.  Having
a no hassle place to fuck suited her just fine.  Bob, John and Harry were
champion studs and she loved for them to repeatedly fuck her.

   There were a few hard rules at the libertine Fuck Palace.  First of all
you never, ever hurt a girl or allowed her to be physically hurt.  One
football jerk broke that rule and the three guys beat the hell out him, and
dumped him naked in a nearby alley.  He was never invited back.  Another
rule was that you never came over unless you were invited, and if you were
invited, you were required to bring three cases of beer with you, plus
pizza money.  If no pussy showed up that night, too damned bad.  Third, you
didn't need an invite if you dropped by with a good-looking girl to be
shared by all.  Everyone who needed to know the rules knew the rules.  Of
course good looking, willing sluts were always welcome to drop in and stay
a while.

   One night, David, a kicker for the team, dropped by with Gayle, his
fianc,e.  Gayle was an exquisite girl, five feet three inches, long wavy
light-brown hair, with a great body.  She was the treasurer of her
sorority, Gamma Theta Pi, and on the governing board of the Baptist Student
Union.  David and Gayle were both quite drunk and he passed out on the
floor.  Bob, John, and Harry wasted no time taking advantage of the
intoxicated girl.  The next morning David woke up in his own vomit and with
a huge hangover.  He found his fianc,e naked in bed with the equally naked
Bob, John and Harry.  David was livid and tried to fight all three of them.
They kicked his ass out the door, and then went back and fucked his girl
friend again.  In spite of the house rules, almost everyone on the team
thought the three had gone too far.

   Shortly afterward, David dumped Gayle.  The thought of her fucking those
three assholes was just too much for him.  Gayle was very embarrassed by
the entire affair.  She felt that her reputation was soiled beyond repair.
It wasn't her fault and it wasn't fair.  She was too drunk that night to
remember what had happened.  She thought of pressing charges for rape, but
then she knew that State U had a reputation of shielding the football
players from any consequences for their actions, short of premeditated
murder.

   Naively she decided to confront her attackers and brought her best
friend and sorority sister, Marsha with her as protection.  Marsha knew all
the details that Gayle could remember and wondered what it was like to be
taken by three guys.  They went to the Fuck Palace late one afternoon and
found the three sitting around drinking beer.  They had just returned from
working out in the weight room and were all dressed only in gym shorts.

   Gayle glared at the three jocks and spit out, "You sons of bitches!"

   "Whoa!  What's the problem?" asked Harry incredulously.

   "You know damned well what the problem is.  You bastards raped me and
you're going to pay for it!"

   "Oh, no!  We didn't rape you.  Read the sign!"

   Gayle read the sign.

   "I was too drunk to read your stupid sign asshole!  How the hell was I
to know?!"

   "Well, David sure as hell knew!  We thought he brought you here to get
fucked.  That's the rules!  Why else would he bring you here?  You
certainly seemed to enjoy fucking all three of us!"

   "Enjoy it?  I don't remember any it!  Not at all!  I was too drunk!"

   Harry smoothly asked, "You're not too drunk now are you?  Are you,
honey?" Harry's hands went out and gently caressed her boobs.  "Stay
awhile. You and your friend will have a good time."

   A shot of adrenalin raced through her body.  "I, I, I can't.  We just
ca..."

   Gayle looked to Marsha for courage only to see Marsha being embraced by
John, his tongue exploring her mouth.  She watched as Marsha allowed John's
hands to roam freely over her body, and up under her top.

   Gayle became keenly aware that Bob was now behind her, caressing her ass
cheeks.  Her pussy tingled with a mixture of fear and excitement.  She knew
what was about to happen and suddenly she felt powerless to flee or to stop
it.  As the unwanted passion began rising in her, her pussy juices began to
flow freely, wetting her panties.  Bob reached around her waist and
unfastened the button of her jeans.  The waistband popped open and with his
thumb, he pulled down the zipper, raking his thumb across her pubic mound.
He gently squeezed her pussy a few times and then pulled her jeans down
around the ankles.  He removed her sandals, and then he pulled her jeans
off completely.  Bob stood, stroking her pussy through the thin material of
her panties.  The sure deft touch of his hand on her pussy sent jolts
through her ripe and trembling body from her nipples to her toes.  Her
panties were soaking wet.  Gayle's mind was in a fog of burning sexual
desire.  Her breathing was very rapid.

   "Your pussy's all wet, honey.  Even if you don't remember last weeks'
fucking, your pussy seems to remember," whispered Bob.

   Bob then pulled off her panties and brushed Harry's face with them. 
"She how wet she is, Harry." Then he brushed her face with them.  "See how
wet you are honey?  You can't fool me, you're hot for a fucking." He
brought the panties to his face and deeply inhaled.  "Your pussy smells so
sweet, honey."

   By now Harry was gently stroking her pussy, massaging her vulva, parting
the sensitive fleece-lined cuntal lips.  His fingers slipped into her
sopping wet slit and he stoked her erect clit.  Her body writhed in
anticipation of the shameful sexual acts that were sure to follow.  Bob
lifted her T-shirt, whispering, "We're all going to fuck you, baby." Gayle
lifted her arms and was soon stripped of her T-shirt, then her bra.  As Bob
caressed her naked breasts, mauling them, teasing her nipples, Harry knelt
down and began licking her pussy lips, flicking her clitoris with his
tongue, setting fires in her loins, fires that rapidly roared out of
control.  Bob let his left hand fall from her breast down to her ass.  He
ran his fingers down between her ass cheeks and gently toyed with her
tightly clenched little anus while continuing to stroke her tits with his
right hand.  Bob continued whispering, "That's why you're here baby, so we
can all fuck you.  We're going to fuck you time and time again."

   All the while, Gayle watched her friend Marsha being stripped by John.
Without coaxing Marsha pulled down John's shorts freeing his ample and
erect dick.  She watched as Marsha knelt, licked and then sucked John's
dick.  The lewdness she witnessed and the indecent sensations she felt were
too much for her and all willpower vaporized.  She came with a blinding
flash.

   Bob and Harry now dropped their shorts.  They forced her down on her
knees, and then bent her forward with her hands on the floor.  Bob then
penetrated her pussy from behind, ever so slowly burying his dick to the
hilt.  Meanwhile, Harry presented his cock to her mouth, slowly burying it
in her throat.  She was horrified, not of what was happening, but of how
much she wanted it!  Bob began with slow measured thrusts, rolling his hips
as he thrust, truly screwing her.  After about five minutes, he and Harry
switched positions.  Now Harry fucked her from behind while she sucked Bob.
She watched as John buried his face in between the ripe full moons of
Marsha's upturned butt, licking her pussy and teasing her asshole.  Bob and
Harry alternated back and forth, back and forth.  Gayle barely heard Marsha
ecstatically cry out in orgasmic pleasure as she herself was overtaken by
the crescendo of another orgasm.

   Bob and Harry left her lying on the floor, panting like a bitch in heat.
They relieved John.  Harry positioned himself behind Marsha and slowly
drove his dick home from the rear.  Marsha thought it was John, until Bob
pulled her head up to suck his dick and she saw John mounting Gayle in a
modified missionary position.  As she was being skewered at both ends, she
made a half-hearted effort to break free, but quickly ceased to struggle as
she gave in to the undeniable ache and throb of desire.  Bob and Harry
again alternated their positions every few minutes and mercilessly fucked
her time and time again.  As the two-pronged onslaught took its toll,
Marsha came again.

   They let Marsha crumple to the floor.  Harry rolled her on her back and
began fucking her missionary style.  Bob went back to Gayle.  John pulled
off and Bob took his place.  John went back to Marsha.  Harry pulled off
and John took his place.  Round and round and round they alternated fucking
the girls one, two, three, one, two, three.  They took care to see that the
girls had numerous orgasms during the round robin, stopping periodically to
orally stimulate a clit, varying fucking positions and making sure that the
G-spot was stimulated.

   The guys had learned long ago how to control their ejaculations.  Going
near the point of no return and then stopping or pulling out.  Allowing
their dick a short rest before they resuming fucking.  They could go for
hours.

   Harry was the first to go, ejaculating into Gayle's pulsating cunt.  He
dismounted and Bob went down on her pussy, lapping up the cum, sucking it
from her cunt, then kissing her, allowing the semen to run into her mouth.
Bob now fucked her furiously to bring himself to climax.

   John went next, filling Marsha's cock-hungry cunt.  John dismounted and
Harry went down on her pussy, sucking John's cum into his mouth, and then
depositing the jisim into Marsha's mouth.  Finally Bob came.  John sucked
Bob's seed from Gayle's cunt and then went over to Marsha and spit the load
into her cock-stretched pussy.  As it oozed back out, he scooped it up with
his hand and smeared it over her tits.

   "Anybody want a beer?" asked Harry.

   "Yeah!" answered Bob.

   "Get me one too, Harry," answered John.

   The girls were too weak to speak and just lay naked on the floor, unsure
of what to do next.  They were still lying on the floor when Sally walked
in.  She recognized the two girls as members of a rival sorority, Gamma
Theta Pi.  She asked sweetly, "You Gamma Thigh whores get a good fucking?"

   Marsha fumbled for her clothes, suddenly feeling modest.  Gayle just lay
there, letting Sally feast her eyes on her beautiful body.

   "No, Sally" answered Gayle, "we got a great fucking."

   Gayle knew Sally from inter-sorority activities.  Gayle had heard that
Sally was a slut.  Her presence here confirmed that.  She also heard that
Sally was bisexual and wondered if it were also true.

   "Damned, you two whores beat me too them!  I wish I'd gotten here a
little earlier.  Is there any dick left for me?  Eh, Bob?"

   "Any time baby, you know that."

   Marsha was acutely embarrassed and her battered conscious screamed for
her to flee.  She tried to get dressed, but John stopped her.  "What's your
hurry baby?  The fucking has just begun.  By the way, what's your name?"

   "Marsha", she meekly said, realizing that none of these guys she just
screwed even knew her name.

   "Hi, Marsha.  It's a pleasure to meet you.  I'm John."

   "I know."

   She surveyed the room and studied the three naked men standing around
drinking beer.  They were all magnificent specimens of the opposite sex. 
They were handsome, lean and very muscular, and they were all well endowed
with above average-size genitals.  Bob was the tallest and largest of the
three.  Harry was a few inches shorter but nearly the same weight.  John
was much shorter and lighter, but still powerfully built.

   Marsha watched as Sally knelt by Gayle.  Sally ran her fingers across
Gayle's body, her hand slid down over her stomach to the gentle mound of
her pelvis and down to her dripping snatch.  Bob walked over, swigging his
beer, and stripped Sally in seconds as she was wearing only a sundress with
no under garments.  Marsha watched flabbergasted as Sally suckled Gayle's
nipples, and then offered her nipples to Gayle, who eagerly accepted them
to her willing mouth.  Sally then straddled Gayle and assumed a 69
position, kissing, licking and sucking Gayle's abused pussy while offering
her own pussy to Gayle's mouth.  Gayle hesitated, but Sally buried her cunt
in Gayle's face.  The scent of another woman's sex was intoxicating and
Gayle attacked the sweet pussy with gusto.

   John and Harry approached Marsha.  She knew that break time was over and
now the fucking was about to resume.  Bob disappeared in the back and
immediately returned with something in his hand.  She looked around.  Gayle
was eating the pussy of the other woman.  The three men surrounded her. 
She wanted to run but was powerless to move.

   "Oh, please guys, no!" Marsha pleaded.  "I'm too sore to take anymore!
Please, no more!"

   John knelt beside her.  "Relax, honey.  What's the matter?  Is your
pussy sore?  I won't allow anyone to hurt you.  You know, you're a pretty
little thing and I like you a lot.  I want you to come back often and see
us again.  You will come back, won't you?"

   She admitted the awful truth about herself and meekly nodded yes.

   "Good!  I really like the way you sucked my dick, and I was looking
forward to you sucking it again.  Did you like sucking my dick?"

   She blushed red.  She meekly nodded yes.

   "Good!  Did you like to sucking Harry's and Bob's dicks?"

   Again she meekly nodded yes.

   "That's good!  You like to fuck and suck don't you?"

   She felt humiliated by all this talk, but it was true, she did like to
fuck and suck.  She especially liked fucking all three of them.  It was a
fantasy come true.

   Still she wanted to delay so that she might avoid being sexually used.
She ventured, "I'll fuck and suck you guys anytime.  Anytime, but right now
I'm too sore."

   "I know your pussy is sore, honey.  I won't let anyone near your pussy
for right now.  Okay"

   "Okay," she replied meekly, relieved that she was to get a reprieve.

   "Now baby, get on your hands and knees.  That's right, baby.  Be a good
girl and suck my cock!"

   She obeyed and took the flaccid dick in mouth, rolling her tongue around
the head, bringing on an erection.  She felt relief when she saw Bob leave
and walk over to the other two girls, now convulsing in orgasm.  She was
shocked at the feel of Harry fingering her small, tightly puckered asshole.
He lubed up her defenseless hole with KY and gently began to probe.  At
first she revolted, trying to pull her ass away from Harry's probing
finger, but to no avail.  He fingered and stretched her tight sphincter,
probing deeper and deeper, working her ass loose with his finger.  This was
really obscene.  But the more he did it, the better it felt.  She felt like
a dirty whore because she was enjoying it so much.

   John could feel her moaning with pleasure as Harry worked over her ass.
He pulled his erect dick from her mouth and announced, "Okay baby.  It's
now ass fucking time!"

   She didn't hear him as the sordid fingering distracted her.  John moved
around back, displacing Harry.  Harry squeezed off a handful of KY and
coated John's dick and then added more to Marsha's asshole.  John placed
his lust-swollen glans to her rectal orifice and gently but firmly pushed
harder and harder until the sphincter yielded and his dick head slipped
into her virgin ass.  What he was doing to her was filthy, vile and
perverted and she revolted again.

   "No!  No!  Please, no!  Owwww!!!  Stop!!!  You're hurting me!"

   John stopped.  Marsha's newly stretched sphincter adjusted.  "You okay,
baby?"

   The pain had stopped.  She could hardly speak.  She whimpered, "Yes. 
I'm okay now, but...oh!"

   John began with short 1/2 inch strokes, fucking shallow at first, but
going deeper little by little.  Marsha really felt dirty now.  She loved
the feel of the John's dick penetrating her virgin ass.  A little at a
time, his thrusting shaft of hardened flesh sunk deep up in the tightness
of her quivering bowels until he finally drove in as far as he could.  He
continued to fuck her with the short strokes.  He slowly pulled out, all
the while thrusting with the short 1/2" thrusts, until he was almost pulled
out and then he drove in deep again.  She was cooing now, lost in wanton
lust.

   Bob had moved over to Gayle and Sally.  He lifted Sally's face from
between Gayle's legs and sat her upright, sitting on Gayle's face.  Sally's
beautiful face was glistening with pussy juice.  He lifted Gayle's legs up
and Sally grabbed them, spread them and held them tight against her sides.
Bob lubricated his fingers with KY and began massaging Gayle's exposed and
vulnerable anus.  It felt good, the rubbing, the probing, the finger
penetrating deeper and deeper.

   Through the fog of sexual abandonment, Gayle suddenly realized where
this was headed and she rebelled.  She wanted to cry out "NOOOO!" but she
was muffled by Sally's pussy in her face.  She tried to squirm free, but
Sally had her pinned down.  She tried to kick, but Sally held her legs
firmly.  Her hands were free and she started flailing them about, slapping
at Sally until Harry came over and pinned them down too.  She was helpless
and Bob began to finger fuck her virgin butt in earnest.  He added a second
finger and slowly and methodically worked it all the way in and worked her
butt over some more, stretching it to accommodate a big dick.  Harry
released her arms and Bob withdrew his fingers.  She then felt the
throbbing hot tip of a hard prick pressing at her back door.  She tried to
squeeze her butt shut.

   "Relax, baby, relax," Bob cooed.  "It won't hurt if you relax.  Come on
baby, relax, relax."

   She felt totally degraded and debased.  She resigned herself to the fact
that they could and would do whatever they wanted with her and she gave up
the struggle.  She relaxed and Harry's dick slid right into the
well-prepared rectum.  There was a sharp pain at first, but it soon
subsided and mellowed into lewd pleasure as Harry slowly drove his dick
home.

   Sally got off her face and she could now see it was Harry who was
sodomizing her.  To her surprise, the degenerate act really felt good.  She
turned and saw Marsha, slack jawed, and being sodomized doggie style by
John.

   Both girls expected a round robin with all three guys, but the men knew
it was the girls' first time anally and they didn't want to hurt or injure
them in anyway.  John and Harry each butt fucked their girl for about
fifteen minutes, and then got up, got another beer, and washed their dicks
off at the kitchen sink.  Gayle and Marsha lay on the floor looking at each
other, knowing first hand the obscene debasement that the other had just
experienced.  Marsha felt ashamed, but she knew she would probably visit
the Fuck Palace again to be used.  Gayle was unashamed.  The debauchery
liberated her and she felt very much alive.  She knew she would visit
often.

   They now watched as Bob made love to Sally, giving her the good pussy
fucking she craved.  Bob fucked her in many positions over the half hour.
He knew just what buttons to push and he repeatedly brought her to climax
accompanied by an unholy shriek of pure animal lust.  Bob then lubed up and
loosened her ass.  John and Harry joined in and they gang fucked her in the
ass.  They repeatedly fucked her ass in a round robin until each of them
shot their load up her rectum.  As each one finished, he got up and got
another beer, washing their dicks at the kitchen sink.  They left Sally
face down, spread eagle on the floor, cum running from her raw rectum.  Bob
came over and spread her cheeks, revealing to Gayle and Marsha that her
asshole remained wide open.  A vulgar vision of their future was revealed
to them.  Bob grinned at them.

   "You sure you two sluts don't want a beer?"

   "Yeah, you bastard, bring me a beer!" intoned Marsha.

   "Bring me one too, honey," added Gayle.

   They all sat around nude, drinking a beer, waiting for Sally to recover
enough to get up.  Then they all crowded into the tub shower to clean up,
but mostly to feel each other up.  It was a tight jumble and Bob found that
he had someone's prick in his hand.  He didn't let go, as he enjoyed the
feel of it.  Marsha too found herself in an awkward but pleasant situation
when her face was pushed and held against Sally's left tit.  All too
quickly the hot water ran out and they scurried from the now cold water.

   It was getting late and now they were all ravenously hungry.  Harry
called a pizza joint and ordered four large pizzas.  About five minutes
before the pizza guy was to show up they discovered that between the six of
them they could only scrape up $2.35, not nearly enough to pay for the
pizza.

   The doorbell rang and Bob had an idea.  He invited the scrawny
pimple-faced pizza guy inside.  His eyes popped out at the sight of the
naked men and women.  Bob explained the financial situation to him and
offered him a deal.  In exchange for the pizzas, he could fuck any one of
the girls he wanted.  He looked them over.  They were all beautiful, much
prettier than either of the two dogs he had been fortunate enough to screw.


   "Yeah!  Damn right, it's a deal!" He took his time and ogled the
delectable naked girls, one at a time, close up.  Even Sally was
embarrassed.  His dick was so hard it hurt.  "I want to fuck, that one!" He
pointed to Marsha.

   She was horrified and started to protest.

   Harry grabbed her arm and pushed her towards the bedrooms in back.  "Get
in there and fuck him you little slut!  It's not like you've never been
fucked before!  Is it?  Now get in there!"

   "No!  I won't!"

   Bob and Harry dragged her into a bedroom and put her on the iron-framed
bed.  John pinned her arms and Bob and Harry each took a leg and spread her
out.  "We're hungry and you like being fucked, so spread'em honey pot! 
Come on pizza boy.  Fuck her!  We don't have all night!"

   With their free hand, Bob and Harry lewdly separated her swollen pussy
lips, displaying the fleshy engorged inner layers of her pussy, oozing cum.
Wild eyed, the pizza guy quickly stripped.  He hesitated as the beautiful
girl offered to him continued to resist.

   "Damn it, fuck her!"

   Breathlessly, he mounted her and rammed in his cunt-starved dick.  In
about six thrusts he was through, ejaculating mainly on the bed.

   "Man you're quick!" said Bob.  "For such speedy service you deserve a
tip."

   Watching her friend struggle and be raped was a turn on for Gayle that
didn't go unnoticed.  Bob looked over toward Gayle.

   "You, come here slut, and give this man a blow job!"

   Gayle knew she had to obey and she did, sucking the spent dick as he
stood by the bed.  Marsha curled up in a fetal position and began to sob. A
few minutes passed and Bob pushed Gayle's head back, releasing the still
soft penis.

   "There, you get your money's worth?"

   "Oh yeah man!"

   "Then get dressed and get the fuck out of here!"

   The pizza guy scrambled to get dressed and was shown the door with only
his underwear on.  He still couldn't believe what had just happened.  Now
standing outside the apartment dressing, he became angry with himself for
such a poor performance and wasted opportunity.

   "Pizza time!  Let's eat!" shouted Harry.

   Everyone dug in except Marsha, who was still lying on the bed crying. 
John went back to get her.  He helped to her to sit up and tenderly hugged
her.  She gripped him tight and buried her face in his chest.  He gently
and lovingly kissed her neck and ears.

   "There, there, baby, it's okay.  Come on, you need something to eat.  He
didn't hurt you did he?"

   "No."

   "Okay, then come on, baby, the pizza's getting cold." Still teary eyed,
John led her from the bedroom to the kitchen area.

   As she walked in Harry piped up, "Ah, here she is!" He put a slice on a
napkin and presented it to Marsha.  "Here slut, enjoy it.  You earned it!"
The tears started flowing again.

   "Hey, what's the big fucking deal?  Everyone enjoyed it, especially your
friend here.  You should have seen how turned on she was watching you get
it!" Harry reached out and grabbed Gayle by the pussy, then wiped his hand
across Marsha's face and lips.  "See?  She's soaking wet!  Now eat!  We're
not finished for the evening and we don't want you passing out from
hunger."

   Marsha looked Gayle in the eye and knew what he had said was true.  She
also knew the night was not over, that the fucking was not over, and that
as long as she stayed there, the fucking would never end.  She ate the
pizza.  Then she looked at John, "You bastards want to fuck?  OK.  Lets
fuck!" Marsha grabbed John by the dick and pulled him to the other bedroom
that had two double mattresses thrown on the floor.

   John lay on his back, prick erect and ready.  "It's your turn to fuck
me, baby!  Come on!  Fuck me good!"

   Marsha mounted him and squatted on his dick, slowly taking it all in. 
She began to fuck him, slowly at first, moving up and down on the wet
glistening cock while the others looked on.  She gripped him by the
pectorals and rode him in earnest.  She let her lust run out of control,
and fucked him harder and harder, punishing his dick as they'd earlier
punished her pussy.  She came and she came hard.  John could feel her lust
tormented vagina violently squeezing his stiff rod.  She collapsed on him,
French kissing him deep and passionately.  He held her tight, and tenderly
made love to her, gently fucking her quivering pussy as she lay on him
spent from her efforts.

   Next morning when she awoke, they were still in the same position. 
John's now soft cock was still firmly buried in her grateful pussy.  Before
last night, she'd only made love a few times before with a guy who had
flunked out the previous semester.  She was prim and proper, a Southern
girl with class in every way.  Now as she savored waking up to the feel of
still being stuffed with John's big dick, she knew she would need it more
and more.  Last night was the fulfillment of a lewd fantasy.  The sultry
reality was even more lewd than she had imagined.  She knew she would be
back soon and come back often, even if it meant that she might become a
Fuck Palace slut.

   She had been sexually attracted to John Marin for some time before
yesterday and she fell in love with him the moment he approached her
yesterday afternoon.  Standing before her, half naked, he was Adonis, and
as she looked into his blue eyes, she melted, yearning for him to take her.
She was in love with John Marin and would do whatever, and with whomever he
wanted.

   Marsha looked around.  Sally was gone.  Gayle was on the next mattress
nestled between Harry's spread legs.  Bob was asleep on his side next to
Gayle.  Now she remembered that she and Gayle had a biology exam that
afternoon and neither of them was particularly well prepared.  She didn't
know or have a sense as to what time it was.  As she began to get up, John
awoke and pulled her back down.  "Hi, baby!  You're such a pretty thing! 
Wanna fuck?" She felt his dick growing to an erection inside her.

   "Oh, God!" she murmured as he rolled her over onto her back.  He rode
her high so that his dick would bump her G-spot.  Her wetly clinging pussy
lips clutched and caressed his thrusting member.  He fucked her hard so
that she rapidly climbed to that pinnacle of sensation until her orgasming
body thrashed beneath him.  Her cries of passion woke everyone else up. 
His nuts were fully recharged overnight, and John let forth a gushing
torrent, flooding her vagina with a thick stream of milky white sperm.

   John got up and was replaced by Harry.  "Hi, pizza girl!  How about some
of old Harry's good morning dick!" As he rammed it home, John's cum
squirted from her pussy.  Harry wasted no time and fucked her hard until he
came.

   Bob stood up.  Gayle watched as her friend got all the action.  "Hey! 
What about me?  Don't I get any this morning?"

   Bob pulled Gayle up and forced her on her hands and knees, between
Marsha's spread legs.  "Here's yours, slut!  Have some breakfast pussy!"
Gayle didn't hesitate and latched her mouth to the cum-dripping pussy, her
tongue scouring the hot vaginal hollow.

   "Oh, Jesus!" cried Marsha.  She'd never had sex with another woman
before.

   As Gayle licked and swallowed up the dripping cum, she expertly worked
over Marsha's swollen clit.  Bob lubed up and finger fucked Gayle's ass
with his right middle finger while simultaneously rolling her clit between
his left thumb and index finger.  The two girls came almost simultaneously.


   Bob then lubed up her rhythmically flexing asshole and his dick with KY.
As he forced his dick into her rectum she cried out, "Oh, no!  Please no!
No.  No.  No.  Please no!  Oh, God!" Careful not to hurt her, he worked his
dick in slowly, fucking her with short stokes as he drove deeper and
deeper, penetrating to an untapped depth.  The initial discomfort gave way
to pure pleasure.

   "Oh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh!  Oh, pleeeeeease fuck me!  Oh, God that feels
sooooo good!  Oh, yes!  Oh, baby, fuck my ass, fuck me good!"

   As she now begged for it, Bob gave it to her, fucking her with long
strokes.  He allowed himself to come relatively quickly.  After all they
had classes to attend and football practice that afternoon.  They couldn't
afford to spend all day fucking these girls.  He pulled out of her ass with
a pop, and headed directly to the shower, joining Harry before Harry was
finished.

   Gayle and Marsha were still lying on the cum soaked mattress as the guys
dressed and left, munching on leftover pizza.  They didn't say a thing to
the girls.  They just left.

   Marsha was the first to move.  "Shit!  Come on, we got to get out of
here!  Oh, God, look at the time!  Hurry Gayle!  Shit!  We're going to miss
French class!"

   "Shit!" All the hot water was gone, so they had to take a quick cold
shower.  They found their clothes, dressed and hurried out, still slightly
smelling of sex.  They went directly to class, arriving ten minutes late.
The normally well-dressed and manicured girls looked a mess, like they'd
been fucking all night.

   After French class they hurried back to the Gamma house.  They had only
two hours to clean up and study for their biology exam.  Before they made
it home, they ran into Liz, a sorority sister.

   "You two look like hell!  You shack up last night?  Who?  Tell me!"

   Marsha still didn't have her wits about her when she let slip the name
John Marin.

   "John Marin!!!  Oh, my God!  You stayed overnight at the Fuck Palace! 
Gayle, did they rape you again?"

   "No, nobody got raped," answered Gayle.  "Look, this is just a big
mistake, Liz."

   "Yeah, a mistake you keep making over and over.  Poor David!"

   "Screw David!  This is all his fault!  Please Liz, don't say anything to
anyone about this.  Okay"

   "Okay, your secret is safe with me.  Say, are all the rumors about those
guys true?" Liz searched the guilt-ridden faces.  "Oh, my God, they are
true!  Aren't they?  What did you do with them?"

   "Liz, please, not now!  We've got an exam within two hours.  Don't say
anything.  Okaaay?"

   "Okay, okay!" Liz rushed off to wherever it was she was going.

   The girls' spirits sank.  "Oh, shit.  Oh, shit!" They knew Liz and they
knew their reputations were now in total ruins.  They were absolutely
confident that Liz would tell six people about them within an hour.  They
were wrong.  She told eight people in a half hour.  The story spread among
the girls like wildfire.  Before the day was over, Gayle was removed from
the governing board of the Baptist Student Union.  The Gamma house was
totally scandalized.

   As the day wore on the rumors got worse.  Actually, the rumors were much
milder than the truth.  The girls sat in their room, trying to think of how
to minimize the damage swirling around them.  They talked about last night.

   Marsha told Gayle about how she felt about John and how much she looked
forward to seeing him again.

   "You must be kidding!  He's no different than the rest of them.  He
passed you around like you were his whore.  He held you down while that
pizza creep raped you!"

   "Well you enjoyed that scene!  Didn't you?  And he's not like the rest
of them.  He's gentle and kind.  I never had an orgasm before last night,
and when he made me come, it was wonderful!  "

   "Then he fucked you in the ass, Marsha!"

   "Yeah, and I admit I liked it!" She was surprised at herself for not
being revolted or resentful.

   "Yeah, I know what you mean.  It's so dirty, but it feels sooo great! 
How many orgasms did you have?"

   "Lots.  How about you?"

   "It wasn't my first orgasm, but I lost track." Gayle's pussy began to
tingle at the thought of the intense pleasure she had received.  "Of course
I lost track, how many times did we get fucked?"

   "Lots and lots!" Marsha closed her eyes and momentarily relived the
night.  She thought of Sally.  " Gayle, I didn't know you went down on
girls."

   "Well, yeah.  Sometimes."

   "Who else have you done?"

   "Kindra."

   "Kindra!" Kindra was the president of Gamma Theta Pi.

   "Yeah, good thing too.  She'll protect us to cover her own ass."

   "That's good I guess.  You know, all three of those guys aren't so bad.
Harry's a bit obnoxious and rough, but they really didn't hurt us.  Did
they?"

   "No, they didn't hurt us.  I haven't seen any bruises on either you or
me.  You see any?  Other than having a sore ass I'm fine."

   "Me, too," replied Marsha.

   "You know, we'd better stay away from those guys.  If we see them again,
even Kindra might not be able to protect us from a censure vote."

   A censure vote!  Marsha was a Gamma Theta Pi legacy.  Her mother was a
Gamma, as was her mother before that.  What would Grandma say?  Her mother
would disown her!

   "Yeah, I think you're right.  Let's just sit tight, deny everything, and
the whole mess will soon be forgotten."

   "That's not much of a plan, but it's our only option."

   Later that evening Marsha went downstairs to take a walk and get some
fresh air.  As she opened the front door, the pizza guy was there about to
ring the bell.  Marsha turned red from embarrassment.  She turned and fled
upstairs, hoping the guy didn't recognize her.

   "Oh, shit!  Oh, shit!  He's downstairs!"

   "Who?"

   "The god damned pizza guy!"

   "Oh, shit!  Did he see you?"

   "Yeah.  I opened the door and there he was!"

   "Maybe he didn't recognize you."

   "I don't know, I don't know!  Oh, shit!"

   As the pizza guy delivered the pizza he asked the girl who was paying,
"Who was that girl who just ran up the stairs?"

   "You mean Marsha?"

   "Yeah, that's her name."

   'Well I'll be damned', he thought.  He watched the Gamma house and the
next day saw Gayle with Marsha.  "Yeah, that's the other one!"

   His buddies at the pizza joint thought he was full of shit when he told
his story.  He knew that they would never believe what he now knew, that
they were sorority girls.  Gammas!  Well, to hell with them!  He now made a
standing offer to his buddies, "If you get a call from this number, give me
the delivery and I'll give you five bucks." He was on and an alert was
placed on the computer if the telephone number ever came up.



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