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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 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 fiance.  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 fiance 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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