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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 11 FUCK PALACE SLUTS (MMMFFF, con, bond, spank)



   After humping for about ten minutes, the pizza guy came in Marsha's
pussy.  All the while she had been looking up lovingly into John's eyes and
John stroked his dick keeping it hard.  John pushed him aside and mounted
the girl, fucking her for fifteen minutes in several different positions,
bringing her to climax, before yielding to Harry, who later was to yield to
Bob.

   Once the pizza guy was finished with Marsha, Bob told Gayle that the
show was over and that she was now to report to the kitchen or living room
to give blowjobs to all his guests.  Bob told the pizza guy, that he was
his guest and could stay, drink beer, and fuck as many sluts as he wanted.

   A cheer went up in the living room as three more beer-toting guests
arrived, followed by Roxanne and Kelly.  He went to the kitchen and saw
that Sally had joined Tina on the gym mat and were each being fucked
missionary style.  Gayle was now in the kitchen, and having replaced Sally,
it was now her duty to get'em up so that they could go fuck on the mat as
soon as space was available.  Gayle was diligently doing her new duty and
was working on Tank's great dick.

   Roxanne and Kelly brazenly entered the door clad only in the skimpiest
of bikini bathing suits.  Roxanne was a tall full-bodied girl of Swedish
decent, 6' 1" and 160 lbs, a great looking Amazon, and a Fuck Palace
regular.  Kelly was also a tall, beautifully proportioned, a full-bodied
girl, with red hair and covered in freckles.  She had a wide mouth, able to
suck off a horse.  Kelly wasn't a regular but she visited often.  She had a
sadistic streak, and she wasn't about to be some else's slut.  She was
always welcome, but she didn't quite fit the Fuck Palace ideal.

   Tank was excited to see the two girls arrive, as Roxanne and Kelly were
the only girls big enough to be ass fucked with ease by the huge man, and
he really enjoyed slamming his dick into them.  He walked over to Roxanne,
but before he got there, the bikini was stripped off and she stood before
him in all her glory.  He caressed her large tits as he feasted his eyes on
her body, while George rubbed her ass.

   "Hi, Tank.  I'm glad to see you here.  I can hardly wait until that big
dick of yours slides up my ass!"

   "Fuck, Roxie!  Where've you been?  I've been waiting all night for you
two to get here."

   "I'm here now.  Have you been a good boy tonight?  Fucked any sluts?"

   "Yeah, Sally, Tina and the new girl, Gayle."

   "New girl?  Where?"

   "Actually there are two new girls here tonight.  There's Gayle.  That's
her over there sucking cock, and a little tiny girl.  Bob and 'em are
fucking her in the back.  They had Gayle all tied up to the bed, she didn't
know who was fucking her."

   "This Gayle girl, looks too small for you, Tank.  Look at her pussy
lips! They always hang down like that?  "

   "She was a tight-tight fit!"

   "Was.  Is she now a regular?"

   "Beats me, but that Gayle's a real slut."

   "So am I."

   Kelly walked up and took Tank's dick into her hand while Roxanne
massaged his huge balls.

   "Hey, big boy!  Saw that sweet little slut over there trying to give you
a blowjob.  How about I show her how to do a man like you right?"

   "You do give the best head, Kelly."

   "Can I talk you into playing 'girl' for me tonight when everyone's
gone?"

   "Only if you spank me good!  Did you bring your stuff?"

   "Yeah, of course, you big brute.  Over there in the backpack.  Say,
who's that pencil-dick geek?"

   "Pizza guy.  Bob let him fuck the little girl in back for the pizza's"

   "You don't say?  I think we got here a little late, Roxie.  But you
know, we're going to have some fun tonight."

   "Tank, we got to get our pussies and asses warmed up a little before we
can entertain you in the manner you deserve.  'Course Kelly could put on a
show for everyone and deep throat you if you're in immediate need."

   "Later, baby.  I think I'll just wander around and eat some pussy, while
you two loosen up."

   Tank wandered back to Gayle, picked her up, put her on the table and
buried his face in her pussy.  George and Peter gathered around and each
massaged one of Gayle's tits.  Inundated by lust, she eagerly abandoned all
morality as the three strangers sexually feasted on her body in public. 
The eat-out felt good to her abused pussy and the machinations of her tits
was turning her on.  Everyone in the kitchen watched as Tank ate her to
another climax.

   "Isn't that David's girl friend?"

   "Yeah, what a slut!"

   Tank then picked her up off the table and carried her to the gym mat,
announcing to everyone in a booming voice, "This is David Tremont's old
girl friend, Gayle.  She's a Gamma Thigh, and she's now a Fuck Palace slut.
She wants lots of dick, so everyone lineup and introduce yourself!"

   Those who were not in on the blindfold-rape gathered round, checking out
her beautiful body, which was now offered to them for the taking.  Tank
gently laid her down on her on the mat.

   "You want to suck my dick or fuck, baby doll?"

   Gayle knew it was too difficult to accommodate him either way, but her
pussy was still sore from the previous fucking Tank gave her.

   "How about if I suck you?"

   "Sure honey pot, you can suck my dick.  That is, if you can."

   Tank knelt, making the easiest way for Gayle to get to him was for her
to be on her hands and knees.  As she tried to take in the big dick, the
first of a succession of dicks slid into her pussy from the rear.  She
could hardly get anything but Tank's dick head in her mouth, so Tank pulled
away and wandered off in search of Kelly and her big mouth.  She was
immediately presented another cock to suck.

   Marsha was in heaven, being fucked by the stud of her dreams, John
Marin. John did a masterful job of raising her passion to a fevered pitch.
She was so lost in lust that when she cried out, "Fuck me, John!  Fuck me!"
she barely noticed the reply.

   "I'm Harry, sweetie, but you can call me John."

   She really didn't care which of the three was fucking her at the moment
or where they were fucking her.  As they switched and alternated, she was
happy that 'John' always seemed to have a fresh dick.  She didn't want the
fucking to stop.  Her pussy burned with desire for more dick.  It was like
poison ivy.  The scratching really felt good and soothed the itch, but when
the scratching stopped, the itching quickly became unbearable.  For over an
hour and a half, she begged for more and more.

   Harry had fallen out exhausted.  Bob realized, "I need a rest!  Shit,
this little slut really needs it!  Well I've got just the thing for you
honeypot.  Come on, baby, time for you to ride the swing."

   Bob and John brought Marsha into the living room and laid her in the
swing.  Bob had designed the swing for an Engineering 315 project.  The
students had to design and construct a useful gadget.  Bob went to a
junkyard and found a power wench and 12-volt battery from a Jeep CJ-5.  The
wench line went to a pulley, hung from a hook in the ceiling down to a
sling made from nylon webbing.  As someone sat in the sling it cradled a
body like a hammock except the legs were attached with Velcro.  When
hoisted, you were half laid back, half sitting with your legs spread wide.
The height off the floor could be precisely adjusted so that a guy could
comfortably stand and fuck a slut in the sling.  The girl had an excellent
vantage point from which to watch cock disappearing into her cunt.

   When he was ready to demonstrate his project in class, a na<ve girl
wearing hot pants volunteered to ride.  When she was strapped in and
hoisted to the proper height, it was obvious to all, including the girl,
what the real purpose of the gadget was.  She struggled to get out of the
obscene device, but try as she might, she couldn't get out to the delight
of all the guys in the class and to the horror of the prof who now expected
a lawsuit.

   Bob damned near failed the course.  He was sternly reprimanded and
required by the dean of engineering to apologize to the poor girl.  Most
everyone thought she would drop the class or drop out of engineering
altogether, but she stayed.  She couldn't admit it but the sling had her
curiosity up, but she never found the courage to ask for a real ride.

   Despite the low grade and reprimand, the prof stole the idea and
patented it.  It wasn't an outright thief, but in the time-honored practice
of universities, the prof recognized Bob's contribution and split the cash
and royalties 50-50 with him.  Once the entire affair had cooled down, the
prof also changed Bob's grade for the project from an F to an A, just hours
before final grades were submitted for the semester.

   The prototype sling now graced the Fuck Palace and was pressed into use
on beer nights.  Sally and Tina both loved to 'swing' and now little
Marsha, lost in fuck lust, was strapped in.  A cheer went up as Bob hoisted
her about three feet off the floor and adjusted the height for George, a
powerfully built half back.  All of Bob's guests had a turn at her, some
several turns, including the pizza guy and Tank.  By the time it was Tank's
turn, her vagina was so stretched out, she easily accommodated his monster
dick.

   Everyone was standing around watching and waiting a turn while Marsha
got repeatedly fucked, begging for more, and were watching Gayle eating
Kelly, while Roxanne ate Gayle.  When 1 o'clock rolled round, Bob raised
Marsha to about four and a half feet off the floor and announced it was
quitting time.  The Fuck Palace wasn't a crash pad and the party was over.
The guys weren't happy about being told to leave, but they all knew the
standing rule that the party's over at 1 AM.  The last scene they saw as
the left for the night was Marsha begging to be fucked, slowly twisting in
the sling.

   The exception was for Tank, who simply disappeared into the back
bedroom. It was 'girl's time' and stray guys weren't welcome.  Roxanne and
Kelly had gotten the jump on 'girl's time' with Gayle, just to make sure
the guys had plenty to talk about over the next few days.

   Sally and Tina lowered Marsha to the floor and unstrapped her.  They
each began sucking a tit and soon Marsha was sufficiently distracted that
the burning desire to be fucked ebbed.  Gayle and Roxanne joined them
shortly.  Marsha eagerly embraced her new Sappho sisters, much to the
surprise of everyone.  As the five-way lesbo fest got underway, Marsha
quickly realized how much she enjoyed exploring another woman's body, and
she held nothing back.



   Kelly found her backpack and found Tank sitting on the iron bed waiting
for her.  They had started their games several months before.  During a
playful interlude, Kelly spanked the big brute.  He liked it.  He liked it
a lot.  Memories of his mama spanking him were awakened.  His mother's
standard disciplinary tactic was a bare butt spanking until the cheeks were
bright red.  She continued the practice until he was well past puberty,
when she finally realized that he was deliberately incurring her wrath. 
She was mortified at what she'd done to her son, but the damage was done.
She stopped the sexually arousing spankings and pretended it never
happened.

   With Kelly, at first it was hand spanking, and then paddling with a
fraternity paddle.  He got really turned on, and then he would then fuck
the hell out of her.  The fucking was great, but the suffering was better.
The big guy was hard to control when he was aroused and excited, so she
tied him down to spank him.  As this kinkiness unfolded, Tank asked the
guys not to reveal his fetish to anyone, lest they think of him as a queer
or something less than all man.  After all she was girl, and a guy having
sex with a woman wasn't queer.  They assured him he needn't worry, it was
nobody's business but his and they never gossiped about anyone.

   Kelly closed the door.  She had Tank lie face down sideways across the
bed, with his butt at the edge and knees on the ground.  She tied his arms
to the far end of the headboard and footboard.  She tied his legs just
above the knee to each of the near bedposts and then to the side rail, so
that he couldn't get his feet under him, no matter what.

   Bob opened the door.  "Better leave the door open, Kelly." Bob didn't
want things to get out of hand.  He was increasingly uncomfortable with
their game.

   From her backpack, she pulled out a frat paddle and began paddling
Tank's butt, increasingly harder and harder.  The crack of the paddle
became louder and louder.  Soon Tank was struggling against his bonds
without effect, and began crying out.  The paddling continued, his butt
becoming redder and redder until it looked absolutely raw.  She reached
around and found him hard as a rock.  She pulled from the backpack a
vibrator and began working over his ass.  He loved the vibrator and was
glad she brought it.  Then with well-lubricated fingers, she began to probe
his ass.  Periodically she would stop the anal probing and paddle him for a
minute or so.  He was wild with desire and fought the restraints.  He was
ready for some hard fucking.  But he wasn't to be the one to do it.  She
went to her backpack and put on her new strap-on dildo.

   "Jesus!  DuBois!  Franks!  You gotta see this!" exclaimed John.  John's
admonition also caught the attention of the girls, who crowded the room to
watch the perversion.

   She greased up the dildo and his anus with KY.  To be sure he was fully
aroused, she paddled him for another minute.  She put the dildo to his anus
and pushed it in.  Tank let out a yell and fought the restraints, lifting
the bed a few inches off the floor and driving it into the wall.  As she
drove it deeper and deeper, he fought back best he could.  She began to
thrust it with long strokes.

   "Damn it, Kelly!  Easy on him!  You could really hurt him like that!"

   Reluctantly, she eased off for a moment, then resumed fucking him like
he was a slut.  He quickly stopped struggling and just pitifully moaned. 
After a five minute ass fucking, Kelly pulled the dildo out.

   Harry asked, "Tank!  Tank!  Are you alright?"

   Tank, unable to form words, just nodded in the affirmative.

   "See, I didn't hurt him.  He likes it!  Any of you girls want a go at
his ass?"

   "I do!" said Gayle.  "You owe me one, you big son of a bitch!" She
strapped the dildo on and pummeled his ass.

   The girls all took their turn, including little Marsha.  When the girls
were finished, Kelly untied him.  He was very passive.  He stood up and
everyone could see that his abdomen was wet and that the bed was soaked in
his cum.  His eyes were down cast.  He looked over at Bob and Harry.

   "You think I'm queer, huh?"

   Harry spoke up, "You're not queer, Tank.  Yes, you obviously enjoyed
being butt fucked, but we didn't do it.  It was the girls.  How can you be
queer, if you enjoy having a girl fuck you?"

   Tank thought about it, and a smile came across his face.  "Kelly, you're
the best ever!  Please guys, don't say anything about this to anyone."

   "Fuck you, asshole!" exclaimed Gayle.  "You've been running me down all
night, making sure everyone thought I was just some dirty whore.  Well, I
admit I enjoyed fucking all those guys, just as you like being assed
fucked, but I won't enjoy the put downs and cat calls from those assholes
tomorrow or next week.  So if you want me to keep your dirty little secret,
you had better make sure those jerks understand and give me respect. 
Understand?"

   "Yes'm.  I'll break some heads if they say anything bad about you
sluts."

   "I don't care how you do it, just be sure they keep their mouths shut."

   Tank got dressed and left, taking Marsha's souvenir panties with him. 
He returned to the football dorm and found each man who was at the party.
He woke them and reminded them that girls can have fun too, and if they
said anything to anybody about tonight, especially the girls, he would make
sure they regretted it for a long time to come.  Everyone took the hint,
and for the most part didn't even talk about it amongst themselves.  He
didn't think to find the pizza guy.

   A couple of days later, Gayle and Marsha showed up at the Gamma house
sporting their new gold ankle bracelets.  The House Mother confronted them.

   "Where have you two been?"

   Gayle lied, "My mom got sick and Marsha drove me home.  Didn't you see
my note?"

   "No, I didn't see any note."

   "Oh, I'm so sorry Mrs.  Hitt.  I wrote it out and gave it to Marsha to
put on your desk.  Marsha!  What did you do with the note?"

   Marsha stammered, "I, I, I, oh, my gosh!  I was on my way and Liz
cornered me, blabbering about some nonsense.  I was so distracted, I
forgot!"

   Mrs.  Hitt knew first hand how rattled someone could get with Liz's
nonsensical blabbering.  "Oh, very well.  I was just worried sick.  I
didn't know if something terrible had happened.  The important thing is you
are safe and sound.  How's your mom?"

   "Oh, she's much better."

   Mrs.  Hitt went about her business.  Gayle and Marsha headed for their
room and immediately ran into Liz and Kindra at the base of the stairs.

   "Where have you two been?" asked Kindra.

   Liz looked down and spied the ankle bracelets.  "Oh, my God!  You've
been shacked up all weekend at the Fuck Palace!"

   "Liz would you shut up and stop jumping to unfounded conclusions!'
demanded Gayle.

   "But the bracelets.  I know what that means!  You are both now their
sluts!"

   "I am not, you gossipy bitch!  We went to see my sick mother this
weekend.  We bought these in Mansfield.  I think they look cute!"

   "Well if you say so.  I guess I believe you." Liz turned and walked
away.

   "Those bracelets are cute," said Kindra.  "If the rumors are true, I
think I might like to get one of those.  You think you could take me
shopping for one later this week?"

   "The rumors are true, and we'll be glad to take you shopping.  But I
would suggest that you not go shopping the first time on a Friday night."

   Soon, a half the Gamma Thighs were sporting gold ankle bracelets,
including Liz.  Most were bought at a jewelry store, but Kindra and three
other Gamma's earned theirs.



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