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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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