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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 12 THE MERGER (MF)



   By their senior year, Bob, Harry, and John stopped hustling new girls
knowing that when they arrived at the Fuck Palace, one of the regular sluts
would be there spread eagle, dripping cum, and ready for more.

   In spite of the group having the morals of a herd of goats, genuine
affections grew between couples.  Bob and Sally were a pair.  Harry and
Gayle were a pair.  John and Marsha were a pair.  As graduation grew near,
it was apparent that they would all be going their separate ways, John to
medical school, Harry to law school and Bob to who knows where.

   They decided to form a sex club.  Their symbol of membership was to be
the gold ankle bracelet they each wore, symbolizing their mutual bonds and
sexual consent.  They chose the name Gold Club because it was totally
innocuous, yet appropriate.

   Bob knew he would never find another girl like Sally.  She was beautiful
and she was very intelligent.  He really liked her and enjoyed her company
out of bed almost as much as he enjoyed her in bed. .  He knew he could
never restrict himself to one woman and she could never restrict herself to
one man.  She was just like him, a promiscuous slut, completely lacking in
sexual morals or constraint.  She was perfect.  It didn't hurt that her
daddy was wealthy either.

   They decided to get married.  Harry and Gayle followed suit, as did John
and Marsha.  Over the next few years, they would all have sex with multiple
partners.  They would rendezvous at one of their apartments once a month
and have a good fling.  They kept track of Tina and saw her often, but lost
track of Roxanne and a few other regulars.  Quite often an extra couple or
girl would be included in their weekend fuck parties.

   In college, they had warded off several bouts with venereal diseases of
one sort or the other.  They were easily cured and weren't considered a big
deal.  Two years out of college and they all came down with a bad case of
gonorrhea.  It was quickly and easily cured but the warning signs were
plain.  It wasn't like the old days when anything went, and if you caught
something, a quick shot or two would take care of it.  Now there were some
really nasty, incurable things out there, like herpes or hepatitis, or
things that could kill you slowly like HIV.  They decided to restrict their
sexual activities to Gold Club members only.  If a member had unprotected
sex outside the club, they were to quarantine themselves until it was
proven that they were not carrying a disease.  They decided that any new
members would have to prove themselves clean, before full admittance. 
Harry drew up a contract and they all signed.  They all realized that this
rule would protect them only if everyone strictly abided by it.  They also
agreed to eventually settle in the Rockford area.

   Bob was a golden boy for the engineering firm of Tooley and Associates
who had hired him out of school.  Bob's father-in-law directed a great deal
of business to his son-in-law.  Within two years, Bob had tripled the
client base and doubled the gross income of the firm.  When he asked to be
made a partner, the four existing partners decided he wasn't experienced
enough, and told him he needed to wait a few years.  Bob was not someone to
take no for an answer, nor did he suffer fools.  He left Tooley and started
his own firm, Franks Engineering Associates, based in Rockford.  He took
with him all the clients he had brought to Tooley and Associates.

   Franks Engineering Associates was immediately very successful, winning
several multi-million dollar contracts for the design of manufacturing
facilities.  Tooley's business plummeted and eventually they sued Bob for
taking away their business.  Harry DuBois was by now a new tiger of an
attorney, and took on the case, winning it for Franks before a jury.  The
jury wasn't sympathetic to the greed of the Tooley partners by not making
Bob a partner and decided they had got what they deserved.  To add insult
to injury, the court ordered Tooley to pay all costs of the litigation and
suddenly Harry's bill was huge.

   Marsha worked for Memorial Medical Center as a Nurse Practioner while
John attended med school.  Upon graduation he specialized in gynecology. 
He joined a practice in Rockford with his wife as his assistant.

   Things were great for the Gold Club in Rockford and everyone was on the
lookout for potential new members.  They all joined the Rockford Valley
Country Club for golf and joined the Rockford Athletic Club to keep in top
physical condition.  It was at the Rockford Athletic Club that they met
Donk Rider, a physical trainer and part owner of the club.

   Donk stood at about six foot three.  He was a body builder.  His skin
was taut over his bulging muscles and when he flexed, his veins stood out.
He kept himself completely hairless.  He worshiped the human body and
strove to be a modern Hercules.

   One day while working with Gayle DuBois, the strap somehow broke on her
sports bra.  Donk reassured her that since no one else was there, it would
be okay for her to continue her exercise routine braless.  She bashfully
agreed and soon to her delight, he was feeling her up.  She got completely
carried away, forgetting the rules of the club.  He took her to his office
and locked the door.  When he dropped his shorts, she discovered why he was
called Donk.  His dick was at least 12 inches long and nearly 6 inches in
girth.  She had never seen anything like it before, and she knew she had to
have it.

   "What kind of girl do you think I am?" she coyly asked.

   "A fucking tramp!  Just like me."

   She kissed the head of his dick.  "I love tramp men."

   He pulled off her shorts and stroked her sopping wet pussy, gently
fingering her clit.  Standing, he picked her up with ease and turned her
upside down directing his long dick into her mouth.  She had no choice but
to deep throat him letting the long dick slide down her throat and down, or
rather up, into her esophagus.  He eagerly licked her entire pussy, eating
her out, sucking her clit, lapping up the freely flowing pussy juice. 
Holding her in his grip effortlessly he brought her to orgasm.  When the
orgasm had passed he lifted her up, extracting his dick from her mouth,
turned her right side up and the impaled her pussy on his dick.  Gayle was
only five foot three and her feet couldn't touch the floor.  His body
remained still, but he fucked her by lifting her with his massive arms. 
Even for a slut like Gayle, the fucking was punishing, as his dick slammed
into her cervix on each down stroke.

   "Not so deep.  Please, not so deep!" she pleaded.

   He immediately eased up and stopped punishing her.  Then he lifted her
off his dick and turned her around.  He bent her forward, and again lifted
her onto his dick, and gauged how deep he could fuck her by touching the
tip of his dick to her cervix.  Now he fucked her in a modified
doggy-style, effortlessly holding her off the ground, feet dangling.  His
hips rammed the rod home, careful not to go too deep.  Gayle watched the
unbelievable spectacle in the mirror wall of the office.  On each in-stroke
he slammed into her G-spot, stimulating her to a vaginal orgasm.  He
struggled to hold back his own orgasm, squeezing off the flow of sperm
until she came again, her vagina contracting around his cock.  Now he let
it rip, pumping load after load of hot cum into the depths in her rippling
womb as they came together.

   He held her until his dick went soft.  He then lowered her to the
ground, the long soft dick pulling free of her pussy.  She just crumpled on
the ground and lay there breathless.  The phone rang and he answered.

   "Uh huh, yeah, be there in a minute.  Gotta go baby, I'm late for my
next training session." He pulled on his shorts, and left her naked on the
floor.

   She lay there for a while recovering.  Someone opened the door and
quickly shut it with a, "Pardon me." She pulled on her shorts and found a
safety pin for her sports bra.  She put on her shoes, straightened her hair
and walked out into the gym.  She saw that Donk was working with John
Marin, on his bench presses.  She casually walked up to the pair.

   "Well, hello Dr.  Marin!"

   "Hi, Gayle."

   "I've got to admit I've been a bad girl, Doc.  This guy took me in his
office and fucked me and I don't know if he has VD or something!"

   Donk was momentarily embarrassed.

   "Did you know he has a dick this long?  Wait till that slut wife of
yours finds out.  I think you need to find out if he's disease free.  If he
is clean, we need to invite him into our little group."

   "Donk, if you fucked her, you need to come see me at my office this
evening, so I can run a few tests.  Can you make it over at eight?"

   "No."

   "How about nine?"

   Doc was obviously not going to take no for an answer, so he agreed. 
That night, Doc ran his tests and interviewed Donk.  He was perfect!  A
strong, great looking, bisexual male who had his own circle of friends, all
looking for sex.  In just a few days, Doc would know if he's clean or not.
Doc explained how the club worked, and how it protected everyone from some
horrid, sexually transmitted disease.  Donk was excited.  He had been
worried for years that some nasty germ would ravish his beautiful body.  He
promised to introduce his friends to Doc's friends.  In the next few days,
over a dozen good-looking men and women came to Doc's office, identified
themselves as friends of Donk and submitted samples for testing.  All
indicated that they approved of the rules and would abide by them for their
own safety as well as the safety of others.

   On Friday, all the results were in and Marsha telephoned everyone and
invited them to Harry and Gayle DuBois' home for a Saturday evening get
acquainted social.  All but two could make it on such short notice, but
come 7 PM Saturday, all found that they could make it.  About ten Gold Club
members made it.

   As jaded as the Gold Clubbers were, they were somewhat taken aback when
Joan Dannon showed up with her two teenage daughters in tow.  She explained
that the girls were clean, that they'd only fucked men who were now
present. Bob and Harry lustfully checked out the young girls, but were
apprehensive about their age.

   Donk settled the quandary, "I've fucked them both, and I'll fuck them
again.  Mom doesn't care and they love it.  So what's the problem?  So long
as they have plenty of big dicks, they will stay within the group.  So how
about it?  You want to fuck these girls or not?"

   They had a social hour with hors d'oeuvres, letting the alcohol do it's
social magic.  The girls had cokes and were delightful.  Then Harry sat
them all down for a business discussion and went over the contracts,
explaining in detail how the Gold Club worked, of the mutual obligations
required.  Doc Marin explained his medical monitoring program, where
everyone was regularly tested for VD every month or two.  The Gold Club
voted to accept the new comers as provisional members, subject to a
six-month trial period to ensure social compatibility.  An open and
detailed discussion ensued and everyone's questions concerning the club and
their contract with it were answered.  Harry made sure the teenage girls
knew what they were getting into, and allowed them to sign their own
contracts, with their mother co-sighing with them.  As soon as all the
contracts were all signed, Bob and Harry made a beeline to the two teenage
girls and began undressing them.  The orgy was on.

   During the orgy, Bob couldn't help but notice that all of Donk's men
friends had large dicks.  All were larger than Doc and most were larger
than he was, and then there was Donk, with a porno-star donkey dick.  Next
day he visited the gym and asked Donk about it.

   Donk explained that since he was a teenager, he had been practicing an
ancient technique from the Middle East.  He had read about it in a beat up,
little book he stumbled across at a used bookstore.  Every day he'd go off
to a private place in an old tool shed behind his parents' house.  He'd
bring some vegetable oil with him.  Every day he would strip, and apply a
hot compress to his dick to get the blood freely flowing.  Then he'd apply
the oil to his hand and griped the base of his soft penis with his fingers
and gently squeezed and pulled down to the head, like he was milking a
cow's teat.  He repeated the motion, over and over, for a half hour or so.
Next he would the grip his penis just below the head with his hand, and
stretched it as far as it would go, holding each stretch for a count to
twenty, then repeated several times.  Only at the end of his session, he
would allow himself an erection and jack off.

   Over the years his penis stretched and expanded to its enormous length.
Six months to a year would have done it.  He didn't realize until several
years later that he'd over done it, but it was too late.  He discovered
that most women preferred cocks between 7 to 9 inches long and 5 1/2 to 6
1/2 inches in girth.  His girth was fine, but his length was too much.  He
had to be very careful when fucking not to hit a woman's cervix as it
caused pain, and he found very few women who could deep throat that much
dick.  He was well over three inches too long and a good portion of his
dick never saw the dark reaches of a love tunnel.

   Donk explained that the technique forced more blood into the spongy
erectile tissue, stretching and enlarging the chambers, allowing more blood
to fill the chambers, and thereby increasing the size of the penis.  It
also lengthened the suspensory ligament.  He cautioned that you had to be
gentle with yourself or you could bruise your dick.  He knew that from
personal experience and strongly advised caution.

   Donk had taught the technique to his friends, stopping them before they
over did it.  He now taught Bob and the other Gold Club men the technique.
In a year, they had all increased the length of their cock by one to two
inches and had added an inch to their girth.  Bob increased the size of his
dick from 7 inches to 8 1/2 inches and increased girth from 5 1/2 inches to
nearly 6 1/2 inches.  Doc and Harry increased to 8 inches in length and
almost 6 inches in girth.  Their sluts were very pleased.



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