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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 nave 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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