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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!  "

"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 side 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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