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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 17 SUBURBAN PARADISE (MF, bdsm, Mf, inc, mmmf, con)



   On the ride home, Tank thought about Wendy leaving next week for her
freshman year at State U.  He was going to miss fucking her whenever the
urge hit him.  She was just as much a wanton slut as her mother was and
that suited him just fine.

   Tank's mother was a hooker and he was raised in a county run group-home
for boys during most of junior high and all of high school.  Tank was never
a disciplinary problem.  Before the courts removed him from his mother's
care and placed him in the group home, he only acted up to get his mother
to spank him.  After coming to the group home he worked off his aggression
playing football.  In the spring it was track and field.  After school and
football/track practice, there were chores, then study time and then to
bed. There was no time for mischief.

   The meager staff did their best, but there wasn't a whole lot of time
for one-on-one with the kids.  His hesitancy to speak out and his clumsy
attempts to express himself was thought by most people to be a sign of
stupidity, but his grades were always in the B range.  It was easy for him
to play the part of the hulking beast.

   His first real break in life came when he won a full football
scholarship to State U.  No one was there to congratulate him for his
success.  He was already past his eighteen birthday, and the county home
showed him the door the day he graduated from high school.  That summer,
before he reported to State U, he slept at night shelter for men.  During
the day he worked as a day laborer doing heavy manual labor.

   His imposing physical stature, his shabby clothes, the gruffness of his
manners, his social standing as white trash and the permanent scowl on face
frightened off all "nice" girls.  In high school, the only "date" he had
was when his friends and teammates all pitched in and bought him a street
whore one night.  In college, the only time he got laid was at the Fuck
Palace, where the sluts spread for him.  He was never particularly
concerned about his technique as his big dick provided plenty of friction
to bring a girl off.  For Tank, sluts equaled sex, and gangbanging sluts
was the norm.  He didn't have any use for "nice" girls.

   Roxanne was his favorite Fuck Palace slut.  She could easily accommodate
him without too much warming up.  The bitch Kelly with her spankings had
been his favorite, until she hospitalized him.

   The spankings, playful at first, had awakened in Kelly a truly sadistic
streak and the desire to make the doltish brute her slave.  It was spring
of his junior year.  Despite warnings from Bob and Harry, he went alone to
Kelly's apartment for a spanking.  The basement apartment was below a
barbershop that was closed for the evening.  He allowed her to tie him up,
like she would tie him up at the Fuck Palace, sprawled across the bed.  One
hand tied to the footboard and the other tied to the headboard, with his
thighs tied to the bedrail.  He didn't think anything of it when she tied
his ankles, spread three feet apart to eyehooks set into a 4 by 4.  He
hadn't noticed the block and tackle that she would later use to lift his
feet to the ceiling.

   He really wasn't into pain and suffering even though he enjoyed being
spanked and then sodomized by dildo or dick.  That night after he'd been
spanked, dildo sodomized and he had shot his wad, he was finished and ready
to go back to the dorm.  Kelly wouldn't let him go.  She connected the
block and tackle to a hook set in a ceiling joist.  She gagged him with a
bandana and hoisted him upside down.  She spent the rest of the night
whipping him with a riding crop or a cat-o'nine-tails made from speaker
wire, burning him with candles and cigarettes, piercing his nipples and his
foreskin with sewing needles, zapping his genitals with a Taser, and
sodomizing him with various instruments, including the handle of a claw
hammer and the handle of a toilet plunger.  All the while she jerked
herself off to his cries of anguish.  The barbershop was closed and no one
heard his muffled screams.

   He passed out for the final time while she was ramming him with the
toilet plunger, upside down.  He was a bloody mess and once she let him
down, she couldn't revive him.  She knew she had over done it and knew he
would likely kill her if he had a chance, not to mention the possible
criminal charges.  She quickly packed up her few belongings and on her way
out, after making sure he was still unconscious, she untied him.  At 3 AM
and on the edge of town she called Roxanne and told her that Tank needed a
doctor.

   Roxanne rushed over to Kelly's apartment and was horrified at what she
saw.  Roxanne called an ambulance and by the time they got him to emergency
room he was near death from internal bleeding.  His rectum had been
perforated and torn.  His feet were still purplish from the ropes cutting
off the circulation.  Before he regained consciousness, sepsis had set in.
Fortunately the antibiotics eventually won out and after a several month
recovery he returned for the summer session in one piece.  All during his
ordeal, one or the other Fuck Palace sluts, but especially Roxanne, was by
his side nursing him back to health.  He was back in playing form by the
start of football season his senior year.  No one heard from Kelly again.

   Tank and Roxanne decided to marry at the same time Bob and Sally, Harry
and Gayle, and John and Marsha all decided to marry.  Like their friends,
Tank and Roxanne knew each other very well.  They weren't "in love" per
say, but Tank appreciated her and trusted her.  He knew deep down that he
would never meet someone like Roxie again.  He liked sluts.  As for Roxie,
his enormous dick was a treasure.

   The NFL drafted him, and he and Roxanne got married before he reported
to training camp.  Tank had a great career in professional football, being
selected as a Pro Bowl tackle for four consecutive years and winning two
Super Bowl rings with two different teams.  He followed his old friends'
advice and invested his earnings, eventually buying a Ford dealership in
Rockford before he retired from football.  He had barely gotten his BS
degree in Business.  It was of no interest to him at the time, but now, he
was surprised at how much had been filed away in his brain.  The ins and
outs of the car business came easily to him.  He never had the gift of gab,
and most people mistakenly thought he was a dunderhead.  At his new
dealership, to many an unscrupulous fast talker's chagrin, they found that
when it came to business, he was quite sharp.

   He gained quite a randy reputation during his professional career.  He'd
invite teammates over to his home for an evening or afternoon where he
encouraged them to join him in fucking his willing wife.  Almost everyone
came over at least once or twice.  By their third visit he would have not
so subtlety found out if they were bisexual or not.  On the road, many of
his teammates didn't want to room with him, but several frequent visitors
to his house made good road companions.

   During his rookie year, Roxanne became pregnant.  Tank was delighted. 
He loved milking her swollen tits and found her very appealing with her
distended belly.  The baby was a joy for him, so tiny in his massive hands.
He spoiled her completely and she was Daddy's girl.

   From the time she was nine years old, Tank would pay Wendy to massage
his muscles.  Wearing only a pair of gym shorts, he would lie on his back
and have her give him a full body massage.  Sometimes his huge balls and
flaccid dick would partially hang out a leg.  Sometimes he would have an
erection and his enormous penis would fill his shorts and poke through the
elastic band of his shorts.  After she got an eyeful, he would turn on his
stomach.  He paid her by the minute.  He wanted a long relaxing massage and
he paid her ten cents a minute for the first ten minutes, twenty cents a
minute for the second ten minutes, thirty cents a minute for the third ten
minutes, and so forth.  She liked earning some spending money and a typical
session would take nearly an hour, though she would quite often rub and
stroke him for an hour and a half before her hands were too fatigued.  He
loved the feel of her strong but delicate hands on his body.

   At home Roxanne and Tank were openly promiscuous.  Wendy was wise beyond
her years.  She knew Mom and Dad slept around with whomever was available.
She had observed on more than one occasion her mom being fucked by her dad
and several other men at the same time.  So it was no surprise to her mom
and dad when Wendy started screwing at age twelve.  A fifteen-year old
neighbor popped her cherry one afternoon at her friend Jenny's.  She was
willing and she correctly guessed it was okay with the folks.  She didn't
hesitate to confide in her mom.  Roxanne immediately protected her from
pregnancy by having Doc give her a Norplant implant.  She also convinced
Doc to give Jenny an implant without the knowledge of her prudish parents.

   They made no effort to discourage Wendy's sexual activity.  Roxanne had
been screwing non-stop since about her age, enjoying every fuck, and saw no
reason to try and restrict her daughter.  Tank liked sluts, and incest with
a luscious slut wasn't a problem for him, indeed he found it very
appealing. His daughter became an object of his libido.

   Roxanne almost went out of her way to give Wendy ample privacy and
opportunity.  She was allowed to have boys in her room.  The only rule was
that she had to appear to be discrete.  From Wendy's upstairs bedroom, it
was easy to see her mom or dad drive up the driveway to the garage, leaving
plenty of time to get dressed before either parent made it up the stairs.
The charade was necessary for the appearance propriety and to help keep
Tank's lascivious urges under control.

   Over the next year, Tank had watched her develop from a girl into a
buxom babe.  He loved it when she teased and flirted with him.  She was a
budding slut and Tank knew what sluts were good for.  He made no secret
that he had wanted to screw her, but Roxanne wouldn't allow it.  It wasn't
that she objected to Tank screwing Wendy, it was just that she knew Wendy
wasn't big enough yet to handle his great dick.

   Doc Marin warned them too.  He half jokingly suggested to Roxanne that
if Tank couldn't practice complete abstinence, oral sex might be a
solution.

   The sexual tension in the Baxter home that year took its toll on
everyone.  Roxanne made it clear to Wendy that she could be injured if her
dad wasn't be able to control himself.  Her pussy was too small.  He could
rip her in half.  It was dangerous to sexually arouse the huge man.

   She sternly lectured them both on the danger of inappropriate touching
during their massage sessions, but quickly lost that battle.  Wendy just
couldn't resist the blatant invitation her father gave her to reach up the
leg of his gym shorts and have a feel of his massive organ, and he couldn't
resist a lecherous feel when she would sunbathe topless.  Things were
nearly out of control almost every night.

   "Tank, you and Wendy have got to stop the massages and the fondling. 
It's too hard on you.  If you give in to your hormones, you'll hurt her. 
She's just not old enough.  She's too small.  You heard Doc.  You know
that."

   "I know Roxie, I know.  I promise I won't touch her!"

   "You've made that promise before and have broken it repeatedly.  You two
feeling each other up in and of itself is not the problem.  I know you
enjoy it and so does she.  You're just too damn big and powerful.  I just
don't think you can keep control of yourself much longer.  I almost
couldn't get you off her last night."

   "I wasn't trying to fuck her!"

   "She jacked you off and you had your fingers up her pussy.  Next thing I
know, you had her on the floor spread eagle and you were preparing to ram
it home!  You were both so hot I had a hard time stopping the two of you.
Thank goodness, I was close by and available for you to fuck."

   "I'll keep my hands to myself."

   "You can't help yourself.  You have to stop it now!"

   Tank thought for while and had an idea.  "Would you let her feel me up
if I was tied up?"

   Tank hadn't allowed that since Kelly injured him.  He still loved being
paddled and Rox paddled him untied on occasion, but he would quickly lose
control and furiously fuck her before he got the intense sexual relief he
craved from his fetish.

   "Oh, Tank, I don't know."

   "Look, I admit that you're right.  I can't control myself sometimes.  I
know I'll hurt her if I try to fuck her." He thought for a moment.  "Would
you ever hurt me, Roxie, if I were tied up and at your mercy?"

   "Oh, dear God no, Tank.  You know I don't like playing those games.  I
don't even like spanking you.  I only do it because you like it so much. 
The only pain I enjoy is the pain in my ass as you do me, and that's not
pain, just pure pleasure."

   "If you tie me up, there'll be no danger of me hurting her.  I know you
and Wendy won't hurt me if I'm tied up.  There's not much risk to it, and
I'll take the risk.  It's just so I won't do something we'll all later
regret.  It's only going to be for a year or so anyway, when Doc says she
has grown enough for me to take her."

   That evening after supper and homework was done, Tank and Roxanne went
up to their bedroom.  Roxanne opened the package of padded restraints she
bought from the sex shop earlier that day.  Tank removed all of his clothes
and lay upon the bed.

   "Are you sure you want to do this Tank?"

   "Tie me up Rox!"

   As she secured the final restraint, a gut wrenching fear overtook him.
Long suppressed memories of the horror of his final night with Kelly
flooded back.  He broke out into a profuse sweat, panicked, and
hyperventilated.  He wildly fought the restraints.  Roxanne struggled to
untie him and when she finally managed to free an arm, he knocked her on
the floor.  Once an arm was free the panic subsided, but now he was
confronted with the guilt of having struck Roxanne.  He had never before
hit her, or any other female, and before he had finished untying himself,
he was crying too.

   Wendy heard the commotion and came to investigate, and found her father
naked on the floor, holding her mother in a loving embrace.  He was
uncontrollably sobbing, begging her forgiveness.  Her mother, was gently
stroking him, telling him that it was all right, that he didn't mean it,
that she forgave him.  Wendy discretely returned to her room.

   Tank hadn't cried since he was a little boy, but hurting Roxanne and the
horrible memories were just too much to for him to bear at one time.  As he
regained control of his emotions, he picked Roxanne up from the floor and
gently laid her on the bed, and then he lay beside her.  He sobbed for
nearly an hour before he finally fell asleep, emotionally drained.

   For the next few weeks he dispensed with the massages and tried to avoid
all physical contact with Wendy.  Wendy thought he was angry with her for
some reason.  It was hard.  He'd come home and find Wendy and her friend,
Jenny, topless, sunning by the pool.  He'd come home early and find Wendy
naked and in bed with her mother.  He had to endure meeting the boy du
joir, knowing that the boy had just enjoyed pleasures denied to him.  He
couldn't stand it any longer, and he asked Roxanne to tie him up again.

   "No way!  You know what happened!  h "

   "No, listen Baby.  I have an idea.  I've been going over and over it in
my head, and I think I know how to avoid the panic attack.  Think back, did
I show any signs of distress, sweating, breathing hard, before you tied up
my last arm?"

   She thought for a long moment.  "No, I don't think so."

   "I don't think I did either.  Once I had one arm free, I knew I could
escape and the panic subsided.  Let's try it again, with one arm left free.
I whole idea is to keep me from screwing her.  With my legs and one arm
tied, that should slow me down enough so that I can't rape her.  If I can't
stand it, you can always jump on and fuck me into submission."

   "I just don't know if it's such a good idea, Baby.  I know you didn't
mean to knock me to the floor.  I just don't want it to happen again.  I
didn't like that."

   "As long as I have one arm free, I should be okay.  I shouldn't panic.
If I go wild, call John to come over and sedate me.  But that shouldn't be
necessary, because I know I can untie myself, so I shouldn't panic.  Listen
babe, we've got to try it again, otherwise, I will lose control the next
time I find her naked by the pool, in bed with you, or just in bed with
herself."

   "I'm sorry about the other day.  I didn't mean to tease you."

   "You weren't teasing me, you were eating her pussy.  I'd like to eat her
pussy too, but I know I'll have to fuck her if I do.  Come on Rox, be a
sport."

   "Okay, Baby.  You've got a plan.  It's reasonable, I guess.  When do you
want to try it?"

   "Tonight.  Yeah, tonight.  Look, I'm going over to Donk's to workout. 
I'll be home for supper.  Make sure she gets her homework done before
supper.  Okay?"

   "You just got back from Donk's an hour ago."

   "I know, but the exercise helps my tension.  Bye, Babe.  Love, you."

   "Love you too, Tank."

   That afternoon, Wendy came home from school with Eric in tow.  Roxie
rolled her eyes when they came in.  Eric was a fairly regular after school
visitor to the Baxter's.  To Roxanne, he looked like an idiot.  Some of the
other boys she'd drag in like Ben Levert or Jeremy Marsh were good looking,
but Eric wasn't.  His hair was spiked with jell with the tips dyed blonde.
His ears and lower lip was pierced.  He always wore huge baggy jeans, which
always seemed about to fall of his ass, showing off his Mickey Mouse boxer
shorts.  The jeans were tattered because he walked on the cuffs that were
dragging on the ground.

   Wendy glanced at her mom and made eye contact.

   "Wendy, I need to run to the store and pick up some pork chops for
supper.  I'll only be gone for thirty minutes.  Also, and this is
important, your daddy wants you to have your homework done before supper
tonight.  Okay."

   "Where is Dad?"

   "At Donk's, working out.  He'll be here for supper.  You kids find
yourself a snack if you want.  I'll be right back."

   As she drove out the driveway, Roxie thought to herself, "I don't know
what she sees in him.  Must have a big pecker!  Shit!  I should've sent
Wendy out to get the pork chops and stayed myself to give Eric a snatch
snack!" She made the quick trip to the store, returning in precisely thirty
minutes.  As Eric and Wendy came down the stairs from her bedroom, Roxie
noticed that all of a sudden, his shirttail was tucked in, and he wasn't
walking on his cuffs.  Wendy had changed into a stars and stripes string
bikini.

   His business apparently being finished, Eric hurried out the door. 
"Bye, Wendy!  Bye, Mrs.  Baxter!"

   Wendy plopped down in a chase lounge by the pool and removed her bikini
top.

   "Hey, Baby Doll.  How was your day?"

   "It was fine Mom.  A little rushed, maybe."

   "Sorry about the quick trip, Sugar.  Not enough time, huh?"

   "Plenty of time for him, not enough for me."

   "Here let me fix that for you." She untied the side ties of Wendy's
bikini bottoms and flopped the tiny flap of material forward.  She reached
down and began massaging her daughter's clit hidden beneath the clitoral
hood.  Soon it was erect and just barely protruded through her pussy lips.
Her mother slipped her middle finger past the hood and stimulated it
directly.  Soon Wendy was squirming around on the chase lounge having an
orgasm.

   "There, is that better?"

   "Yes, thank you."

   "Good.  Be sure and finish your homework before supper."

   Wendy's mom and dad were strangely quiet at supper.  Wendy sensed that
something was wrong.  She could feel the tension radiating from her
parents. She had no idea why they were both so tense, but suspected it had
something to do with her or the other night when she saw Dad crying.  For
the past few weeks her mom seemed fine, but her dad avoided her.  He didn't
ask for a massage and when she offered, he gruffly refused.  Even when she
wore her thong bikini for him yesterday, he had ordered her to go put some
clothes on.  Even tonight, she was told to change out of the string bikini
he bought for her and put on something else before he got home.  She loved
her daddy and it bothered her to see him so unhappy.

   Tank just picked at his food.  Normally he had an enormous appetite. 
After supper, Wendy cleared the table and helped her mom clean up.  Tank
disappeared upstairs.

   "Uh, I've finished all my homework, Mom.  Room's clean too.  Would it be
all right if I went over to Jenny's for a while tonight?" Jenny was Wendy's
best friend, and like her, a slut.  Her mom and dad were headed to the
Symphony tonight and Jenny had invited a couple of boys over once the folks
were gone.

   "No sweetie, your dad wants you home tonight."

   "Aw, Mom!  Daddy is hardly speaking to me.  What did I do wrong?"

   "You didn't do anything wrong.  Your dad is just stressed out.  You're a
sexy young woman and it's driving him crazy.  Look, why don't you go to
your room and watch some TV.  I'll go and talk with your dad.  If we can't
work this out in a hour, I'll let you go to Jenny's until ten and you can
fuck your brains out with whomever Jenny's invited over."

   Wendy coyly smiled at her mom, "Who says I'm going over there to fuck?"

   "Who do you think you're kidding?  Jenny's mom called me yesterday. 
They must be desperate!  They had extra tickets for the Symphony tonight.
Don't worry, they won't be leaving for another hour anyway, so you won't
miss a thing, if you go."

   Roxanne finished wiping down the countertop and headed upstairs.  Tank
was anxiously waiting for her, sitting on the side of the bed, clad in his
ubiquitous gym shorts.

   "You know, Wendy's really worried about you.  You know how much she
adores you.  She feels shut out from you."

   "Damn!  Why can't John give me the clearance to fuck her!  She's a slut
fucking every kid in town and I can't touch her.  I want it and she wants
it!"

   "You know perfectly well why not.  She's not physically ready for you."

   "I know, I know.  It's driving me nuts.  Come on Baby.  Let's try this
out.  Tie me up."



   Wendy changed out of the tight jeans and T-shirt she had to wear for
supper and into something she felt was more appropriate to wear to Jenny's,
the thong bikini her daddy bought for her six weeks ago.  Actually he had
bought two thong bikinis, one for her and one for Jenny to wear when she
was over visiting, which was quite often.  Tank knew it was inappropriate
to give Jenny the revealing swimwear, but what the hell.  Jenny was a
wanton little slut.  If she wanted to show off, he'd let her and enjoy it
himself.

   Jenny was several inches shorter than Wendy, but about the same weight.
She wasn't fat, but she was a big boned girl with a Rubenseque body and big
tits that Tank found very appealing.

   Jenny was well aware of the risqu, games that Wendy and her father
played.  She was also well aware of his massive dick, barely concealed by
the gym shorts he always seemed to wear when he was home.  She rushed to
try on the thong bikini and eagerly modeled it for Tank.  She was a
consummate prick tease, and was pleased to see Tank's erection as he ogled
her nearly bare ass.

   Tank claimed the privilege of applying suntan lotion to the girls'
buttocks, and had to mightily restrain himself to only look and touch.  It
was an activity not to be rushed and he loved it, heightening his
unfulfilled lust for young pussy.  It was openly acknowledged in the Baxter
household that it wasn't whether or not Tank would fuck either of the
girls, but which of the lascivious young sluts would he do first.



   "Wendy darling," her mom said as she walked into her bedroom.  " Your
daddy needs to see you."

   "Do I need to change again?"

   "No, baby.  That's fine, he loves seeing you in that swimsuit."

   "What does Daddy want with me, Mama?"

   "A massage, a little touchy feely."

   "I thought those were out.  Too dangerous."

   "Well your dad loves it when you give him a rub down, but he knows if
things go too far, he might not be able to control himself.  So he came up
with a solution.  He's now partially tied up, so that he can't grab you and
force himself upon you."

   "He wouldn't be forcing himself upon me."

   "Exactly, but he knows he could hurt you.  You really don't know how he
is when he gets carried away with fuck-lust, and honey, you're not ready
for that.  Come on, he's waiting for you."

   Wendy followed Roxanne to the master bedroom suite.  Tank was sprawled
on his back across the bed, with his legs slightly spread and tied to the
footboard.  His left arm was above his head, tied to the headboard, while
his right hand remained free.

   "Hi, Baby Doll!  I do like that bathing suit on you.  Turn around so
that I can see you.  Damn!  What a nice ass!  You sure are turning into a
fine looking little slut."

   He'd never referred to her as a slut before.  Taken aback by his
language, she said, "I'm not a slut."

   "Tell me baby, how many boys did you fuck today?"

   "Uhhhh." She had to stop and think a moment.  "One."

   "And how many boys did you fuck this past week?"

   "Uhhhh." She really didn't know.  "I'm not sure."

   "Too many to count!  What a slut!  Baby, you love to fuck for the sake
of fucking, and you don't care much who you're fucking, therefore you are a
slut.  It's okay.  Your mother's a slut too.  I love sluts!

   "Tell me baby, what do you like best, being fucked with a big dick or
being fucked with a little dick?"

   "Daddy!"

   "You like a big dick best.  Don't you, baby?"

   "Well, yeah, I guess so."

   "You ever fuck someone with a dick as big as mine?"

   "Oh, God no, Daddy!  The biggest I've seen was only half your size!"

   Indeed, the biggest dick she'd fucked so far was very respectable at 6
inches long with a girth of 51/2 inches, and with a 2.4 square inch cross
sectional area.  Tank weighed in at 10 inches long with a girth of 7
inches, and with a 3.9 square inch cross sectional area.

   "And that was a good tight fit for your pussy.  Wasn't it?"

   "Daddy!"

   "Was it a tight fit or not?"

   "Yes!  It was a tight fit!"

   "And that's why I'm tied up!  You're a sexy little slut and I'd fuck you
in a heart's beat, but Doc and your mother keep telling me I might rip you
in half if I fucked you.  Well, you're still growing.  Soon you will be
able to handle me without the risk of injury.  Meanwhile, I have to be
restrained when you're touching me.  Pretty weird, but it's only for a year
or so."

   He continued, "So how about giving your poor old daddy a massage?"

   She got onto the bed, straddling his lap, and began rubbing his massive
shoulders and pectorals.  He ran his free hand up her thigh, to her back,
and deftly untied her top, letting it fall free.  Her breasts were a size
36C, ample and very firm, uniformly tanned with dark-pink aureoles the size
of a silver dollar.  He stroked her exposed tits, bringing her nipples to
full erection.

   As she sat on his lap, she could feel his cock growing hard, getting
bigger and bigger, until she was sitting on a huge lump.  She tried to
imagine being penetrated by the monster, and as much as she wanted it, she
knew she couldn't handle it.

   She moved off to the side and pulled his shorts down to his knees,
freeing his stupendous cock from its flimsy prison.  She marveled at its
great size as she massaged his balls, each the size of a small hen egg. 
His genitals dwarfed the equipment all of her teenage lovers, and she
yearned for it to be used on her.  She moved her hand up the shaft of his
penis.  Her hand could not quite fit around it.

   As she began stoking the King Kong dong, she remembered back to a few
weeks before when she first jerked him off.  He was lying on his back, and
when he came, a torrent of cum ejaculated into the air and splashed down in
his hair, on his face and neck, and across his chest and abdomen.  He then
furiously finger fucked her with a massive middle finger that was almost
the size of a small dick, jerking her off.  Once she came, he pushed her to
the floor, spread her legs and he started to mount her to fuck her.  Her
mother pushed him off of her, straddled him and took his raging dick up her
pussy.  Wendy watched in awe as Tank furiously fucked Roxanne for the next
half hour.  She wanted to be fucked by her dad, but she knew it would have
been punishing, not pleasurable, and she was glad Mom was there and had
absorbed his attack.  It was frightening to think that it easily could have
been her and not Mom.  He would have ripped her apart indeed.

   Tonight was different though.  He was restrained and she could tease him
past the point of no return and be safe.  This was going to be better than
going over to Jenny's.  Tank reached out and ran his hand between her legs.
She was hot and was soon helping Tank remove the minimalist bottom of her
bikini.  As soon as the obstructing garment was discarding, he began
earnestly massaging her pussy.  Her pussy juices were flowing freely and a
trickle ran down her leg.  His big finger easily slid up her sopping wet
hole and past her pelvic bone.  Maintaining pressure against her vaginal
wall, he slowly pulled his finger out and across her G-spot, then in deep
again, over and over, bringing her ever closer to orgasm.

   Copious quantities of pre-cum oozed from his lust-swollen peter, running
down the shaft and dripping onto his abdomen.  Roxie took the lead and
licked the pre-cum from his glans.  Wendy got the message, and sucked in
the head of his dick.  Like her mom, Wendy had a large mouth, but from the
angle she was barely able to take the first few inches of Tank's dick in
her mouth.  She couldn't fuck it yet, but she could suck it, and she sucked
it with relish.  The stroking of her G brought on an intense vaginal orgasm
that hit her hard, and she crumpled onto the bed, releasing his dick for a
moment.  After a minute or two, she began to recover.

   "That feel good, baby doll?  Yeah, you liked that.  Didn't you?"

   He tried to slide two of his big fingers into her honey hole to see just
how tight she was, but was unable to penetrate without her crying out in
pain.

   "Sorry, slut baby, I didn't mean to hurt you.  I had to find out.  Your
pussy is definitely too small for me right now, but your mouth is big
enough.  I liked you sucking on my dick."

   He wrapped his arm around her hips and pulled her towards his face.

   "Come here, Baby Doll, and sit on my face.  I want to eat your slut
pussy!  Now come over here before I untie myself and give you what you
deserve!"

   She straddled his head and sank her pussy down onto his mouth.  He
flicked her pussy lips with her tongue and then slowly licked her three
times with the flat of his tongue from her anus to her clitoris.  He ran
the tip of his tongue round and around the base of her clit before sucking
the now swollen bud into his mouth.  He licked, nibbled and gently sucked
on the engorged clit.  Her pussy was burning with desire and he lapped up
and swallowed the vaginal discharge of her sweet juice.

   "Turn around, slut.  That's it.  Now give your daddy a blow job while I
eat your pussy!"

   She turned around, positioned her pussy to his mouth, and bent forward,
taking his erect cock into her mouth.  It hadn't gotten any smaller, but
from this position she was able to take in a few more inches of his dick
flesh.

   "Oh, yeah, baby.  That's it.  Suck it good!  Damn!  You're almost as
good as your momma."

   He spread her clit hood with his free fingers and gently blew on her
clit with a cool breath, momentarily chilling it, and then he mouthed it
with his warm mouth.  The sudden warmth on her genitals made her gasp.  He
flicked the sid of her clit rapidly with the tip of his tongue and she came
again, bucking about so much that he couldn't maintain contact with his
tongue.  He reached across the small of her back to hold her firmly in
place.  She continued to jerk about for a few more moments and as she began
to settle down, he forcefully ejaculated into her mouth, spurting hot sperm
down her gullet.  She couldn't swallow it all.  She pulled off before he
was half done, and he continued to ejaculate on her face, tits and over her
abdomen, down to her navel, the cum dripping off her skin onto his abdomen.

   He held her in the same position and moved his oral attention from clit
to anus.  He darted his tongue across her brown star and flicked his tongue
from side to side.  No one had ever done this to her before.  At first she
was surprised, but it felt great and she relaxed and enjoyed the
stimulation.  Tank moved his hand from the small of her back to his stomach
where he coated his fingers with his cum.  He spread cum on her anus,
licked it off, and then spread more cum.  Now he rubbed her anus with his
finger and began to probe, penetrating to the first knuckle and vibrating
his hand, just like Bob did to him when Bob prepared him to be sodomized.
She let out a long moan.  She liked it.  There wasn't sufficient
lubrication for Tank to get past his second knuckle, so he pulled out and
scooped up more cum and tried again.  He still couldn't get past the second
knuckle and he settled for a shallow finger fucking of her tight ass.  It
started to get uncomfortable so she pulled away from him and out of his
reach.

   "Thanks, slut baby.  You've got a nice mouth just like your mama.  Your
ass is really too tight, but we can work on that.  You're a good little
cocksucker, and you sucked my dick soooooo good!  I like it!  I like dick
sucking sluts like you.  With a little practice you'll be able to take it
all.  Most sluts can't get any more than just the head of my dick into
their mouth.  You almost got half of it in.  Oh, Baby, this is great! 
Maybe I shouldn't fuck your pussy or fuck your ass, but I can fuck your
mouth!"

   Tank's dick came to erection again and his breathing got harder. 
"Listen baby, Daddy needs to fuck right now!  So you better run along,
little slut, 'cause if your daddy's gets loose, he's going to fuck you
hard. Your mama knows how to satisfy me.  Now go on!" She hesitated wanting
more.  "Get the hell out of here, slut!  You can suck me off again
tomorrow!"

   Wendy grabbed her bikini and hurried from the room to her bedroom, where
she grabbed a pair of shorts and sandals, then scurried down the stairs and
out onto the patio where she wiped off her daddy's cum, put on the bikini,
and slipped into her short shorts and sandals.  Her makeup was smeared and
her hair was a mess, but she hurried off down the street to Jenny's, hoping
she'd get to Jenny's to primp before the guys got there, and she was eager
to share her incestuous experience with her best friend.

   Her games with her daddy left her yearning to be fucked.  She was hot
and horny for dick and she wanted to try something new, maybe ass fucking.
She didn't know that four guys, not two, were on their way to Jenny's, and
that something new would be an old fashioned four on two gangbanging.  Anal
intercourse would have to wait a week.



   As Roxanne drove him home from the fuck-party at Bob's, he thought back
to the day he first screwed Wendy.  She was fourteen, a freshman in high
school.  He came home early that afternoon from visiting one of his car
dealerships.  It was a Wednesday.  Usually on Wednesdays he would work
late, but after reading through a stack of girlie magazines in his general
manager's office that morning, he was horny.  He decided to go home and
fuck Roxanne, or if Jenny was over, fuck her.  He needed release, but no
one was home.  Frustrated he changed into a pair of gym shorts and went for
a three-mile jog along the green belt adjacent to his home.  It had been
raining earlier all morning and when he returned he removed his muddy
running shoes before entering the house.

   He was near the top of the stairs when he heard the unmistakable sounds
of sex coming from Wendy's bedroom.  He silently walked in on Wendy fucking
three guys.  She was riding a black guy who was sprawled on his back on her
bed.  As she rode his big dick, he mauled her tits with both hands.  His
ass was at the edge of the bed so that her ass was hanging over the side of
the bed.  Two pimple-faced white kids were taking turns fucking her up the
ass, standing between the black kid's wide spread legs.  Tank watched for a
while.  No one noticed that he was in the room.  Pre-cum was flowing freely
from his hard throbbing dick, soaking his gym shorts.  He had the
opportunity, and filled with lust, he took it.

   With a loud "pop!" as a big white dick was yanked out her ass, Tank
pushed the two white guys aside and rolled Wendy off the black guy who
wasn't quite finished ejaculating, the last of his cum squirting in the air
and falling back on him.

   "Daddy!  Oh, my God!  Oh, my God!"

   She loved her daddy, but like most people she was also a little afraid
of him.  He had a crazed look in his eyes.  She was expecting him to strike
her and she was taken by surprise as Tank reached out and ran his middle
finger up her cunt.  She gasped!  He finger fucked her for a few minutes,
making loud squishing noises as the black guy's cum made her pussy very
juicy.  Tank smeared the ejaculate over her clit as he fingered it.  She
knew he was going to fuck her.  She had dreamed of this moment.

   The three guys were in a panic.  The black kid froze in fear and the
other two scrambled to find their clothes.  They all thought Tank was going
to kill them.

   "So you like to fuck three guys at once?  You slut!  You're just like
your mama, a slut.  I like sluts.  I like to fuck sluts.  I love fucking
the hell out of sluts and you're a slut!  You want to be your daddy's slut?
You want your daddy to fuck you?  I'll fuck you, Baby!  I'll fuck you hard!
You like it hard?"

   She couldn't speak as she was about to cum, so she answered by spreading
her legs wide for Daddy.

   "Jesus boys!  Look at the size of this slut's clit.  It's almost as big
as her mama's!"

   He stopped twiddling her twat and bent down and sucked her erect clit
into his mouth.

   "Oh!  Oh!!!!  Ohhh!  Ohhhhhhhhh!!!  Yes, Daddy, yesssssss!!!!!!" she
cried as the orgasm swept over her.

   He released her clit and dropped his shorts.  "Are you ready to be your
daddy's little slut?  I've been waiting for this and so have you!  You're a
big pussyed girl, just what your daddy needs for his big dick.  You want it
slut?  You want your daddy's big dick up your cunt?  You want me to fuck
you slut?"

   She had wanted her daddy's huge dick up her pussy for a long time and
had often fantasized about it while sucking him off, masturbating or
screwing.  Now here it was, unrestrained, fully erect and ready to fuck
her, fuck her like he fucked her mama.  She prayed that she was big enough.

   "Oh, Daddy, yes.  Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!"

   He mounted her and slowly rammed it home up her cum soaked cunt.  She
cried out as her pussy stretched wide to accommodate his huge dick,
"Ahhhhh!!  Oh, God you're soooo big!  Easy Daddy, easy!"

   He was covered in sweat from his jog and as he slowly thrust, his naked
body slid across her naked body.  She'd never had a dick anywhere near that
big before and it filled every inch of her pussy.  His 295 pounds was
crushing her.

   "I can't breathe, Daddy, I can't breathe," she pleaded in an airless
whisper.

   Tank didn't want to hurt her in any way, she was his baby girl, so with
one hand he held his weight off of her, and with his free hand he was now
able to rub and squeeze her still growing 38 D tits.  As she became
accustomed to the size of his dick, he fucked her harder and harder until
she came again.  He pulled off her and flipped her on her stomach.

   He ordered, "Get on your knees slut!  You want it up your ass too?"

   He tried to penetrate her anus, but there wasn't enough lubrication and
she cried out.

   "Sorry baby, I don't want to hurt you.  We need more lube."

   He reached over and grabbed the black guy's dick and milked several
drops of cum.  He spread it over her asshole and tried again.  This time
her already stretched sphincter yielded to the pressure and the massive
head slowly disappeared into her butt hole.

   "Ahhhhhh!!" She gasped as her anus was stretched to the maximum without
tearing.  It was painful.  He let her ass adjust for a minute, allowing the
pain to subside.  He then he tried to drive it in deeper.

   She cried out, "Stop, Daddy!  Please stop!"

   There still wasn't enough lubrication to penetrate more than an inch and
a half.  He knew he might hurt her if he continued, so he withdrew.  He
pulled out intending to go and get a tube of KY jelly.

   "Any of you fuckers have any fuck grease?"

   The three boys were still suffering from shell shock and just dumbly
stared.  The two white boys had scrambled into their underwear, but stopped
when Tank went down on Wendy.  After Tank grabbed his dick to milk his cum,
the black kid had slipped off the bed and had scrambled across the room
like a crab, and was now crouching against the wall, watching with wide
eyes.

   "Well, damn it!  Who's got some grease?  I can't fuck this slut in the
ass without some grease!"

   "Uh, Uh, here Mr.  Baxter.  We've got some Astroglide."

   Tank took the bottle of clear lube from the white kid and greased up his
rod.

   "Okay, slut baby.  I'm going to fuck your ass good!  You want your daddy
to fuck your little asshole?  Show me you want it slut, spread your ass
cheeks."

   Wendy reached around and spread her cheeks.

   "What a good slut you are!  I like it baby girl, I like it!"

   For the third time he placed his dickhead at her back door and pressed.
Again her anus stretched as wide as possible to accommodate him as the head
slipped in.  Using short half inch strokes, he slowly drove in deeper and
deeper until his entire massive organ was imbedded in her wanton butt.

   "Ahhhhhh!!  Ahhhhhh!!  Oh, my God!  Ahhhhhh!!  Ahhhhhh!!  Ohhhhhhhh!! 
Ohhhhhhhhhh, yes!!!" The pain turned to a warm glow as her ass adjusted.

   "You like your daddy's big dick up your ass, don't you slut?"

   "Oh, Jesus, daddy, you're so big!!  Oh, Jesus!"

   He began trusting, slowly but with full strokes.  As her ass completely
relaxed, he gradually increased the tempo until he was slamming it home. 
He felt his orgasm building and pulled out, just like Bob had taught him
long ago, saving himself for a long afternoon of fucking.

   "Oh, don't stop Daddy!  Please don't stop!"

   "All right you two.  Fuck this slut and fuck her good!  I'll be right
back." The white kids were already out of their underwear again and their
pricks were hard and ready.  They didn't hesitate to carry out the order to
fuck the licentious slut.

   He turned and saw Roxanne standing in the door.

   "Hey, look here guys, it's the slut's mama!"

   He pulled Roxanne into the room.  She'd been watching for some time.  At
first she thought it was Tank and some of his buddies fucking Wendy, and it
pissed her off, but as she watched, she soon recognized the boys as friends
of Wendy.  She guessed the truth of the situation.  So be it, Wendy seemed
to be able to handle it.

   Tank pulled Roxanne's tank top over her head.  She was braless and her
big firm tits jiggled as he stripped off her hot pants.  He forced her to
the floor.  Aroused by the sight of Tank fucking their daughter, her clit
was visibly protruding from her clitoral hood.  Tank grabbed her big clit
between his thumb and index finger and gently squeezed four or five time
causing her to start to pant.

   "It's slut fucking time, Roxie!  Hey, black boy!  You want to fuck
Wendy's slut mama?  Come on, she's hot to fuck.  Now get your black ass
over here and show me how you nigs fuck!"

   Word went round school like wildfire that it was okay with Wendy's mom
and dad to have a toss with her.  Thereafter there was a steady stream of
boys and men coming to the Baxter house to fuck Wendy.  Jenny made herself
available too.  What the hell, there was free pussy for the taking.  Rumor
had it that Wendy even fucked her daddy.  The boys quickly discovered that
Wendy's mom was just as big of a slut as she was.  Tank never did care who
fucked Roxanne, after all she was a Fuck Palace slut before he married her.
Now he didn't care who fucked Wendy, so long as he got his, and he got his
nearly every day.

   The whore-house atmosphere of the Baxter house changed when they all
came down with a particularly bad case of the clap.  A large portion of the
student body of Rockford High was infected too.  With all the young dick
Roxanne was getting and with Tank screwing Wendy and/or Jenny nearly
everyday, they hadn't been socializing with the Gold Club, so no one in the
club was infected.  Still, Doc Marin and everyone else were pissed off at
them for being so reckless.

   The health department had zeroed in on Wendy and Jenny, and it wasn't
long before the DA's office was investigating.  Doc and Harry had to fight
to keep Roxanne and Tank's involvement with teenagers from becoming a
criminal matter.  Harry successfully convinced the DA's office that the
ugly rumors were malicious lies spread by some boys that Tank had roughed
up trying to protect his promiscuous daughter.  The DA found that
explanation more plausible than the truth.  Doc successfully kept it a
secret that they too were infected.

   Jenny's parents were shocked and embarrassed that their darling daughter
was a major source of the VD epidemic.  They couldn't believe the Baxter's
knew nothing about what was going on in their home, until it was pointed
out that gangs of boys had regularly visited their house as soon as they
were gone.

   After the heath crisis and scandal subsided, not too many boys were
eager to visit Wendy, her mom, or Jenny as they were all regarded as a sure
fire ticket to VD.  What boys did show up were now required to use a
rubber, boxes of which were handy around the house.  Tank continued to help
himself bareback to all three.

   Once Doc was satisfied that the infection was completely cleared up, and
he was sure that all members of the Baxter family knew and would follow the
rules of safety, they were welcomed back into the club.  During the
scandal, Jenny proved she could keep her mouth shut, and she was welcomed
into the fold as Roxanne's novitiate.  Wendy and Jenny were delighted with
their initiation as Gold Club members, as were all the Gold Club men.



   Tank was pensive.  He was about to lose two young sluts to college.  His
passions were football, sex, and business in that order, and now he was
becoming agitated because he would miss the opening kickoff of a completely
meaningless game.

   "Damn it, Roxie!  Step on it!  I'm going to miss the game!"



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