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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,
anything goes, Gold Club.

   THE GOLD CLUB By Art Martin

   CHAPTER 9 NEW SLUTS FOR FUCKING (MMMFFF, con, reluc,, bond)



   Next day, John saw Marsha in the bookstore.  "Hi, pretty thing!" He took
the liberty and kissed her, kissing her deep.  He was right.  She was a
pretty girl, a very pretty girl.  His hands explored her smoothly rounded
buttocks.  "Nice seeing you, baby, but I gotta run." He turned and
disappeared.  She looked around, hoping Harry wasn't hanging around too.

   'Damn!  I need to talk to him,' she thought.  His kiss and touch sent
pangs of want to her now wet and tingling pussy.  "I gotta see him.  I
don't care what happens."

   The previous semester John was in her Bacteriology class.  She thought
he was a hunk, but she knew he was dangerous.  She had heard the rumors
about him and his friends.  She had mixed feelings of fear and desire about
him.  John flirted with several girls in the class, and she noticed him
checking her out on more than one occasion.  She was coy towards him, and
he never approached her.  At the time she was glad he didn't make a pass at
her because she found him irresistible, but now she wished he had.

   That night after finishing her studies she looked for Gayle so Gayle
could talk her out of going to see John, but Gayle was still at the
library. She waited a while, but couldn't stand the longing she felt.

   As she approached the walk-up Fuck Palace apartment, she steeled herself
not to go in.  They wouldn't bother her if she didn't go in.  She just
wanted John to come outside and talk.  She needed to see him.  She could
hear rock music playing inside as she approached the door.  She knocked and
waited, then knocked again.  The door opened slightly.  It was John.

   "Oh, hi, honey pot!  Come on in!"

   "No, I just..."

   He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside.  One of her thong
sandals came off and was left outside on the stoop.  The atmosphere was
heavy with the smell of pot.  First thing she noticed was the twelve cases
of beer stacked by the door.  She saw several naked men standing around the
kitchen drinking beer.  She recognized Sally, on her knees giving a blowjob
to one of the beer drinkers.

   John said, "I am so glad to see you.  I've been thinking about fucking
your sweet pussy all day!"

   She looked to her left and saw a girl with long black hair.  Marsha
didn't know who the girl was.  She saw a guy pull off from fucking the girl
doggy style.  A big black guy, who slammed his dick in deep, immediately
replaced him.  She heard a thump, thump, thumping sound followed by woman's
lustful cry coming from the back bedroom area.  John pulled off her T-shirt
before she could protest.

   Fear and excitement swept over her.  "I, I, I just want to talk to you
John!"

   "We'll talk later baby doll," John murmured in her ear.  "Right now it's
fucking time."

   "Hey, look fellas, one of our new sluts has just arrived!  It's the
pizza girl!" shouted Harry.

   A cheer went up.  All the unoccupied guys gathered around to check out
the petite new fuck as John removed her bra.  He moved behind her and put
his arms around her mauling her tits for the benefit of the strangers. 
Fear gripped her as the reality of her situation became crystal clear.  She
struggled, losing her other shoe.  John lifted her slightly off the floor
and Harry stripped off her jeans.

   "Who wants her panties?" cried Harry.  He then kicked her things toward
the pile of clothes in a corner.

   A huge lineman called out, "They're mine!"

   John still held her, bare feet dangling inches from the floor.  The
lineman stepped forward and slowly removed the panties, a souvenir of the
night.  He slid his massive hand up her leg to her pussy.

   Harry stopped him.  "She's our slut, Tank.  We have first dibbs. 
Besides she'll need some loosening up before she can take you."

   "Okay, I know, I know," mumbled the enormous jock.  "It's your party,
your sluts, your rules."

   Looking Marsha in the eye, the big guy greased up his huge dick with KY,
turned and walked over to the black haired girl.  He pushed off the black
guy fucking her, and mounted her, taking her in the ass.  The black haired
girl cried out.

   Wild eyed with fear, Marsha begged, "John, John, please.  Oh God, I
can't do this.  I just wanted to talk with you."

   "Oh yeah right!" snarled Harry.  "You came over to get fucked little
girl, that's the only reason you came over.  I didn't expect to see you
back so soon!  Not that I mind, but you really are a slut!  You like lots
of big dicks fucking your snatch?  Yeah, you do!  You like being fucked in
the ass too!  Huh, baby?  Well, fucked in the ass it will be!  Pussy, too!
You're a lucky slut, tonight's beer night and you'll get some new dick! 
Four big new dicks plus your three favorite standbys!"

   There was a knock on the door, one the men answered it.  "Hey, Bob! 
Bob! The pizza is here!"

   Bob came out of one of the bedrooms, gathered up the cash on the counter
and walked to the door.  He had the money tonight, no problem.  His guests
provided the beer and money for pizza and he supplied the sluts.

   "How much do I owe you?"

   The pizza guy's gut was churning from nervous expectation.  He
stammered, "Nothing, same deal as the other night.  Pizza for a fuck.  I
choose the girl."

   When the order came through, he couldn't believe his luck.  Then he
found out the order was for eight large multi-topping pizzas, four orders
of buffalo wings, and six quart bottles of various soft drinks.  He felt a
little sick in the stomach as he realized, "Shit!  This is going to cost me
all my tips tonight and then some!"

   Just as the order was ready for delivery, he went into the bathroom and
applied Xtend cream to his glans.  He was glad he'd had the foresight to go
to the truck stop on the interstate earlier that day and buy a packet of
the numbing cream from the restroom vending machine.

   The pizza guy decided to be bold, "Eight pizzas, eight fucks!"

   Bob considered the offer and looked at the wad of cash.  "You got a
deal! Come on in.  Put the stuff over there on the kitchen counter.  Okay,
now which slut do you want to fuck first?"

   The pizza guy's dick was rock hard as he took in the scene of the orgy.
Pre-cum oozed from his dick as he looked over Sally, still giving blowjobs
to all comers.  He looked over at the black haired girl, being sodomized by
the huge linebacker.

   "We got another girl in the back," Bob added helpfully.

   As they headed toward the back to check out the girl there, he saw
Marsha still being held from behind by John as Harry lewdly slid his finger
around her clit.  She was hot and didn't notice the extra commotion at the
door and in the kitchen.  He couldn't believe his good luck and didn't
hesitate, "I want to fuck her!"

   Bob was surprised.  He wasn't aware that she was there and it took a
moment to realize who she was.  "You really like this little slut.  Don't
you?  "

   "Yeah.  She's one of those stuck up sorority bitches.  Damned, she's
pretty!"

   "Okay dude, it's your choice.  Hey guys, we need her in the back for the
pizza guy!"

   Marsha now became aware of what was going on and recognized the pizza
guy, who was leering at her.  "Oh, Jesus, no!" she cried.

   "Come on slut.  You got to fuck for pizza again.  Fucking for pizza! 
What a cheap whore you are!" mocked Harry as they dragged her protesting
toward the back bedrooms.

   "Oh, god no!" cried Marsha.  "Please guys, let some else do it.  I can't
fuck him!  I can't!  Please, no, no, no!"

   Harry continued to mock her, "I stand corrected slut.  You're going to
get four big new dicks tonight plus your FOUR favorite standbys!"

   They took her to the room with the two mattresses on the floor.  Looking
into the other room, she saw a girl tied up and blind folded on the iron
bed.  Bob was untying her.

   "Come on honey, I know you'll not want to miss this," Bob said to the
girl in bondage.

   Gayle was glad to be free but she was apprehensive as to what Bob had in
store for her next.  She could barely stand up.



   She had come over earlier that evening.  All day she had been seized
with an uncontrollable desire to be fucked again like she was fucked the
other night.  She'd told Marsha that she was going to the library, but she
had no intentions of doing that.  She didn't want anyone to know.  She
planned to stay only few hours and then come home around the time the
library closed.  She didn't want to be censured by her prudish and
hypocritical sorority sisters.  Nobody would know, not even Marsha.  She
knew she shouldn't be here.  It was too risky.  But something had been
ignited within her and she couldn't help herself.  She needed to be fucked.


   Her pussy was burning with desire all afternoon after she ran into Harry
who said, "Hi good looking!  Why don't you come over tonight so I can fuck
your pussy?"

   She feigned shock at his blunt come on, but admired his directness.  All
the rest of the day she thought of being repeatedly fucked by the three
studs.  The more she thought about it, the more she needed it.  It was
risky, but she convinced herself it was worth the risk.

   Harry greeted her at the door.  A wicked grin came across his handsome
face.  "Hi, slut!  Come for a fucking?"

   She hesitated, and then replied, "Yeah, that's right asshole!"

   "Good.  You know what you want.  Come on in and get it."

   She walked in.  Gym mats were laid out on the living room floor.  Bob
was screwing Sally, her legs up and over his shoulders.  John was knelling,
eating the pussy of a tall girl with long black hair.  He ate her as she
was seated in some sort of sling contraction suspended from the ceiling. 
She was obviously enjoying it.

   "Let me introduce you.  Hey Tina!  This is..."

   "Gayle," she added sourly.

   "Yeah, that's right, Gayle.  She came over to get fucked tonight just
like you other sluts."

   Tina just looked at her as she was building to a climax, and then came.
Tina was a Fine Arts major, generally contemptuous of the frat scene.  It
was her art works that graced the walls of the Fuck Palace.

   John turned and looked up.  "Hi, sweetie pie!  Where's your little
friend?"

   "She didn't come.  She doesn't know I'm here."

   "That's too bad.  She's a sweet little thing."

   "Come on, Gayle," interrupted Harry.  "We can't fuck you with your
clothes on.  Give us a show, baby.  Show everyone how sexy you are and how
much you want to fuck tonight."

   Bob rolled off Sally.  He smiled at Gayle.  "Hi, Gayle.  Glad you came
back.  You want to be one of our regular sluts now?  Take off your clothes
and make it official."

   "Yeah, baby doll.  Take'em off and make it official," added John.

   Gayle hesitated.  She yearned to get fucked and the erotic scene she
walked into with Tina and Sally made her juices flow.  It was a moment of
truth for her.  No one was stripping her.  No one was forcing her or taking
advantage of her.  She knew that if she stripped now, she would be
declaring herself a Fuck Palace slut and freely giving her consent to be
used anyway these guys wanted.  She began to unbutton her blouse.

   "Take it off, baby," Harry encouraged.  "Yeah, baby.  You want to be one
of our regular sluts?  That's right, baby, take it off.  You want us to
fuck you whenever we want and however we want?  Such nice pretty tits! 
That's right, slut, take it all off.  You're going to be our slut from now
on.  We're going to fuck you every way possible.  Damned!  Look at that
gorgeous pussy, so nice and tight and it's all ours!  Come on, slut, we've
got some raw fucking to do."

   Gayle expected to be assaulted by all three guys now, and be fucked
roughly.  Harry led her to the gym mat, and laid her down.  He tenderly
kissed her.  He lightly stroked her body, running his hands from her face,
down her neck and around her boobs.  He stroked and teased for five minutes
before zeroing in on her right nipple, already erect from the sensuous
stroking.

   He kissed her lips, lightly running his tongue around her lips,
penetrating her lips like a loving dick gently separating her labia.  He
nibbled her neck and then her ear lobes, whispering, "You're so beautiful.
I want you baby, I want you bad."

   Gayle was so turned on she panted for breath.  He kissed and nibbled his
way down to her belly button and back up again, circling and circling, in
ever-smaller circles, her left tit and the nipple.  He gently rolled the
nipple between his tongue and his teeth, then he kissed, licked and nibbled
down again, past her belly button, down her left leg to her toes and then
backup inside her thighs, up and around the belly button, and down her
right leg, returning inside her thighs and up past the belly button and
circled and circled her right tit.  She was wild with desire.

   After nibbling her right nipple until it was almost sore he kissed,
licked and nibbled his way back down her right leg.  Now he alternated from
one thigh to the other, licking and kissing, licking and nibbling back up
her legs slowly towards her steaming pussy.  He kissed and nibbled around
and around her pussy without ever touching it.  Continuing his tease, he
licked and nibbled the outside of each of her pussy lips.  She was so
turned on by the loving tease, that without being directly touched, her
large clit was erect and visibly protruding from the clitoral hood.  Her
inner pussy lips pumped out a viscous lubricant.  He slowly, with one long
stroke at a time, licked her from her perineum up to her clit, alternating
and tracing the inside of each labia.  Now for his final tease, he started
at the perineum, and with his tongue flattened, he separated her labia and
stroked up the middle to her throbbing clit.  Gently he circled and circled
the base of her clit with the tip of his tongue.  She let out a cry, born
of pure pleasure, as the first orgasm hit her.

   Now as she struggled to recover, Harry moved off to her side and after
90 seconds of rest, continued orally stimulating her clit, flicking it with
his tongue on one side, near the top.  She let out another cry as the next
orgasm overwhelmed her.  Harry switched sides, letting her rest for a
minute.  As he gently licked the other side of her clit, he slowly inserted
his middle finger into her vagina, and with a corkscrewing motion, slowly
penetrated deep into her inflamed pussy.  He hooked his finger around the
pelvic bone and very slowly withdrew his finger, all the while firmly
pressing his hooked finger against the side of her vaginal wall, pulling it
across her G-spot.  He slowly corkscrewed his finger in again, and hooked
it around the pelvic bone and again slowly withdrew across the G-spot.  On
his fifth penetration, she came again hard.  Her vagina contracted with
deep rhythmic convulsions and continued contracting for several minutes as
he continued his manual play.  She was completely unaware of who she was or
where she was and she nearly passed out from the intense pleasure.

   Now that the vaginal orgasms began, Harry knew that she was so aroused
that with little effort they would keep on coming.  He rolled her over so
that she was lying face down.  Straddling her legs he slowly drove his dick
through the two sets of sensitive cuntal lips into her throbbing pussy. 
Her swollen pussy lips locked like a hot fleshy vise over his long
pulsating shaft.  She wiggled her hips salaciously as he fucked her with
long slow thrusts, thrusting at a downward angle, stimulating her G-spot.
After about two minutes, she came again hard, and then again.  As her pussy
convulsed, he could feel it squeezing his cock.  He had to fight hard not
to come himself during her second orgasm.  He pulled off and Bob took his
place.

   Gayle shook with wanton desire as Bob got her up on her hands and knees.
Her shamelessly aroused vaginal flesh opened and closed, as if it were
gasping for air.  He penetrated her cock-craving cunt from the rear, but
unlike doggy-style, he straddled her between his legs and rode her as high
on her back as he could.  His dick was bent almost straight down and as he
rammed it home it slid pressed up against the top of her vaginal wall and
across the sweat G.

   John, Sally, Tina, and Harry lustfully watched as Bob brought her to
orgasm after orgasm.  Covered with a sheen of sweat, she cried out
unintelligibly like a porno queen but she wasn't acting, she was out of
control.  After fifteen minutes or so, he pulled off so that John could
take his place.

   Gayle desperately needed to fuck to put out the fires that burned
inside. She cried out "Fuck me, oh please fuck me, please, fuck me some
more!  Please!"

   John now positioned her on top, facing away from him.  Now she could
fuck a big dick with abandon and get the release she yearned, but instead
the fucking only stoked the fires of uninhibited wantonness.  She pounded
away, but in this position she also pounded away on her G-spot and the out
of control, vaginal orgasms continued.  The position also gave John
unobstructed access to her anal opening.

   Harry squeezed the KY onto John right hand and he began rubbing her
asshole, round and round penetrating to his first knuckle.  It was
difficult to keep his finger at the correct depth as she continued to pound
away on his dick.  He kept moving his finger, round and round, gently
stretching and loosening her sphincter.  He drove his finger deeper and
deeper, working her ass, preparing it for the sodomy to come.

   Now he tried to keep the finger still and let her finger fuck herself as
she fucked his dick.  When he knew he was about to cum he pushed her off
his stiff cock onto her hands and knees.  Harry was already slicked up and
ready, and as he pressed his dick head against her anus, her willing ass
opened for him and he effortlessly slid into her rectum.

   She cried out " Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!" A new sensation overwhelmed
her. No longer did the stimulation of her G-spot drive the back-to-back,
almost continuous orgasm begun by Harry when he first finger fucked her
pussy.  Now a warm glow overtook her as Harry slowly thrust in and out of
ass with short one-inch strokes.  The rectal fucking was heavenly for her
and she mellowed into a sea of salacious rapture.

   Gale's nude body glistened with perspiration.  Harry pulled out and Bob
slid his dick deep into her bowels.  He fucked her ass with long slow
thrusts, almost pulling out and then driving deep again.  Again and again
he drove deep with long measured strokes.  She felt it well up deep within
her gut, as a wave of pure sensation rippled throughout her entire young
body.  The anal driven orgasm took her by complete surprise.

   Her ass muscles were completely relaxed now and Bob withdrew, yielding
to John, who now fucked her ass the same way she'd fucked his dick,
violently hard.  The electrifying sensations arched through her belly again
as she came again.  Once the orgasm passed, John pushed her off his
blood-infused rod.

   She collapsed onto the mat where she laid for quite some time, exhausted
and in a swoon, unaware of any activity around her.  She was only dimly
aware of strange voices and of being picked up carried by someone and being
gently placed in a bed.  She wallowed in the afterglow of the masterful
fucking she'd received.  The gang fuck was far better than she had imagined
earlier that day.  She accepted that she was now their slut and she would
willingly do anything they wanted.  She became aware that the strange
voices were much louder, and she tried to see who was there.  She tried to
open her eyes but discovered she was blindfolded.  She tried to move her
arms and then her legs, but found that she was loosely tied to the bed. 
She was totally helpless and totally vulnerable.

   "Hey, she's waking up!" one voice said.

   "God damn!  Look at her body!  She's beautiful!" said another.

   "Muh fuck!  Nice titties!"

   She felt a multitude of hands exploring her naked body.  "Who are you?
Oh, sweet Jesus!  What are you going to do?"

   "Isn't that David's girl, Gayle?"

   "It was.  Not anymore.  Ain't that right, sweetie?"

   "Oh, god!  Who are you!  Let me go, please!"

   "It's oaky Gayle, we're just going to fuck you!  Sluts like you need to
be fucked.  You like to be fucked.  Don't you, slut?"

   She felt a truly massive hand go down from her tits to her pussy.  A
giant finger slid into her pussy.  It was almost as big around as David's
dick was.  As the big finger fucked her pussy, she felt another hand leave
her tits and go down to her pussy; its fingers began playing with her clit.
Still another hand slid up her leg, where one of its fingers found her
anus. It withdrew but immediately returned greased with KY.  The finger
easily slipped into her stretched ass.  Two mouths joined in sucking on
both tits.  She couldn't tell how many men were there.  Being bound and
blindfolded increased her sexual tension near the breaking point and the
five-way play, though coarse and untutored was having its effect.  She came
with a scream.

   "Damned!  Is she hot to fuck!"

   "Give her a minute's rest, then start again."

   After a minute, the hands, fingers, and mouths returned.  The giant
finger was now massaging her clit.  The mouths seemed different.  In a few
minutes she came again.

   "Can't we fuck her now?"

   "I'm first to fuck her!" growled a deep voice.

   "No, Tank, you'll stretch her pussy so much all we'll get is a sloppy
fuck!  Here make her suck you off while we fuck her."

   She felt the bed sink deep as Tank straddled her chest, positioning his
enormous dick near her mouth.  He gripped the iron headboard with one hand
for balance.  The blindfold lifted up and all she could see was the massive
genitals and lower torso of the biggest man she'd ever seen.  The 290-pound
giant directed his huge bulbous cock-head to her mouth with his free hand.
She knew she had no choice but open as wide as she could, but she could
only take in the massive glans.

   Now she felt the mattress sink more as another man positioned himself
between her legs.  He squirmed into position.  She saw two black arms reach
around Tank's torso and grip his chest.  She felt a thick dick drive home
into her pussy, stretching it even more, driving deep to her cervix.

   "Watch what you're grabbing, faggot!" growled the big man.

   "For a honky, you got nice tits, Tank.  Don't worry, big boy, I won't
fuck you in the ass tonight, not with all this free pussy!"

   She mouthed Tank's dick head.  She wanted to grab it and feel it's
massive flesh, but her hands were tied.  The entire bed shook and it
pounded the wall with a loud, thump, thump, thump, as the big black dick
punished her once lily-white pussy.  His softly swaying testicles tickled
her anus.  Soon she felt the warm splash of cum shooting up her cunt.  He
kept pumping until his dick softened and slipped from her pussy.  As he
tried to dismount, he damned near broke her leg.  She tried to cry out in
pain, but the big dick head stuffed in her mouth muffled her cry.

   Another unseen man moved into position between her legs, griped Tank
around his chest and drove his dick in.  This one had better technique than
the first and she came again, squeezing his dick with rhythmic contractions
until he came.  She heard him say, "Jesus Christ!  What a fuck!"

   Now a hand was lightly slapping her pussy.  Soon Tank began to grunt and
groan.  A flood of cum ejaculated into Gayle's mouth.  He pulled his
jerking dick out of her mouth and continued ejaculating onto her face and
in her hair.  He took his big hand from his dick and smeared his cum all
over her face.  His dick was still hard.

   "Okay, slut!  Tank's gonna fuck you now!"

   The pussy spanking stopped.  A hand lowered the blindfold and Tank moved
his bulk in between her legs.  Her pussy burned from the slap treatment. 
She felt Tank's massive glans push against her swollen, burning pussy lips.
She was leaking cum onto the bed and Tank's dick was covered in it's own
spunk.  The naturally lubricated dick pushed slowly into her pussy,
stretching it to the maximum to accommodate its large girth until it was
shoved deep into the hotly clasping interior of her vagina.  She felt like
she was being split into and screamed a mournful cry.

   Tank held most of his weight off the small girl but after a few minutes
of gentle fucking, he fucked her like an animal.  Her pussy spasms returned
again and again as Tank fucked and fucked, until she became semiconscious.
The fucking stopped.

   As her senses returned, she became aware that somehow she was now lying
face down with a pillow under her hips.  She tried to get up, but she was
still loosely tied to the bed frame and she was still blindfolded.  Her sex
was inflamed from the horrific fucking.  She whimpered as she struggled
against the restraints.

   "Wake up baby doll, wake up.  Yeah, that's right, wake up."

   "Man look at her pussy!  It looks like a train tunnel!"

   "God damn!"

   She felt the shock of cold liquid splashing on her back.  Tongues licked
up the beer.  More cold beer splashed on her back, and was lapped up by the
tongues.  Cold beer dribbled onto and ran down her ass crack.

   She felt a huge hand fingering her beer soaked anus.  She was still
loose from the earlier ass fucking and he ran his finger in and out without
resistance from her relaxed sphincter.

   "Are you awake, Gayle?  I'm not finished with you yet, you fucking slut.
You want ole Tank to fuck your ass now?"

   "Oh, Jesus, no!  No, please no!"

   The bed sank as she felt the body position between her legs.  Another
set of hands spread her ass cheeks, and still another spread KY on her
anus. She felt the dick head teasing her anus.

   She screamed, "Oh, please no, no no!  Oh, god, no!"

   "Relax honey, this won't hurt!  You like being fucked in the ass.  Don't
you?"

   "Noooooo!"

   Now the dick head was bumping against her anus with increasing pressure.
Her anus yielded and the dick slid into her rectum.

   "Oh, Jesus!  Oh, Jesus!" she gasped.

   There was no pain.  Then she realized the dick, though large, wasn't
Tank's.  The sexual tension melted away.  The bed thump, thump, thumped
against the wall as she swooned in relief.  Relieved, Gayle enjoyed the
butt fucking, making small cooing noises, building to another gut wrenching
climax.

   Her mysterious lover spewed his manly musk into her rectum, pulled out
his dick, and left her alone in the room, still bound to the bed.  She lay
still for a while, waiting for the next assault on ass or her pussy.  Hands
untied her left foot, then her right.  Her wrists were freed and the
blindfold removed.

   "Oh, there you are!  I've been looking you.  Have you seen Harry?"

   "Fuck you!"

   "No, fuck you, slut!  Tell me, what did you like best?  Watching your
little friend being raped by the pizza guy the other night or being raped
yourself?  C'mon honey, I know you'll not want to miss this.  Your little
friend is about to fucked by the pizza guy again."



   Bob led Gayle to the adjoining bedroom.  She could hardly walk.  Her
pussy lips were engorged and felt like they weighed three pounds each. 
There was the pizza guy still in his uniform, he looked at Gayle and
recognized her immediately.  Further in the room was Marsha, nude, standing
between Harry and John.  Her face was buried in John's chest and he was
talking to her.  Harry had his hand on her snatch twiddling her twat.

   "You want me to fuck you, baby?"

   "Yes," she sobbed.

   "Do you like me fucking you?"

   "Yes."

   "If you want me to fuck you, you have to be my slut.  Do you want to be
my slut?"

   "Yes."

   "Good girl.  If you're my slut you have fuck Harry and Bob too.  You'll
be their slut too.  Do you like fucking Bob and Harry?"

   "Yes."

   "You want to be our slut?  You like us fucking you?"

   "Yes".

   "Then you're going to have to give this guy a blow job and let him fuck
you too."

   "John, I..."

   "You want to fuck me?"

   "Yes".

   "Then smile sweetly at him, take off his clothes, suck his dick, and let
him fuck you however he wants for as long as he wants.  Then you'll be my
slut, and you can fuck me whenever you want.  Understand?  Fuck him and you
are mine!"

   She nodded that she understood.  She turned from John and stood naked
before the pizza guy.  She unbuttoned his shirt, and removed it.  His build
wasn't too bad, not rock hard like John, Bob or Harry, but not flabby
either.  She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and opened his
zipper.

   "You're Marsha from the Gamma Thigh house.  Right?"

   She looked at him and smiled sweetly.  "Yes, I'm Marsha.  Who are you?"

   "Billy".

   "You want to fuck me again Billy?"

   He was breathing heavy.  "Yes," he whispered.

   She pulled his pants and underwear down around his ankles.  She took his
entire erect penis in her mouth.  He gasped.  She slowly bobbed up and
down, letting the dick slip in and out of her mouth.

   Bob turned to Gayle.  "Looks like the little slut is going to fuck him
willingly."

   Bob saw the trickle of cum run down Gayle's leg to her foot.  He knelt
and licked cum from her foot to her leg.  He sucked cum from her swollen
pussy.  Bob loved the taste of cum, his own or some other man's, and he
didn't want it to go to waste.  He had earlier acquired a taste for cum by
eating cum soaked pussies in high school, and at the Fuck Palace he taught
the practice to Harry and John, who once they tried it quickly became
connoisseurs.



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