Surrogate Lovers, Chapter 3 By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ~~~ "Call me," he typed as soon as he logged on. Hardly a minute passed before he felt his phone vibrating. He knew who it was; Madison was the only person to have this number. Anxiously he answered, trying not to sound too excited to hear from her. "Matt where have you been!?! I've been waiting for you for the longest time!" "I know, Babe and I'm sorry. My mother needed me to help her in the garage and I couldn't get away to tell you to wait for me. How did it go today? Did you get my presents?" There was silence. "Yes," she mumbled. "That didn't sound promising. What happened?" "Well, I did like you said and went to the high school and saw two guys I liked so I went to talk to them. Before I could this other guy grabbed me by the arm and said `let's go fuck'. When I saw who it was I told him no `cause we already did it once." "What did he say?" "He wanted to know why so I told him his dick was too small and he got really mad." "What did he do?" "He wouldn't let me go and then the other two guys came over to see what was going on. I told them I wanted to have sex with them but he wouldn't let me go. One of them hit him to make him and he left. I went to the side of the school with the two guys and we started to have sex." "Both at the same time?" "Yea. I sucked one and the other one started fucking me." "Good girl. Now finish what happened." "Right after the guy fucking me came and while the other one was putting on a condom, that mean guy came back and he had a buncha guys with him." "Wow, what happened?" "The second guy didn't even get to put it inside of me when they started fighting with the other boys. After a while the two guys ran away and the other ones starting messing with me." "What do you mean `messing' with you?" "You know, they wanted to have sex with me but I told them no. I knew a couple of them from before and since you don't want me to fuck anyone twice, I told them they couldn't but they did anyway. I tried to make them wear condoms but I only had four left and they ran out fast. A few of them had their own condoms but it wasn't enough." Carl was rock hard listening to her story. Literally she was gang-banged for almost three hours by a group of punks looking for a good time. His mouth was dry as he spoke. "How, eh, how many were there?" "I dunno. A lot. I couldn't count them `cause there was too many and they kept moving around." "Did you keep the condoms?" "Yea," she mumbled. "Let me see them." Seconds later the cam request appeared on his screen. Nervously he clicked `accept' and held his breath as her image appeared before him like an on-line peep show. Giving a quick glance toward his door to be sure it was shut; he moved closer, staring at his young daughter as she slowly removed the limp, long bags full of spent cum one at a time from her purse. He swallowed hard as she held the bouquet of wilted blossoms, her hand completely covered by the circle of used condoms as she held them out toward the camera in some perverse offering. "How many are there?" he asked wiping the sweat from his forehead with the crisp hand towel. Methodically she began counting, flicking the ones accounted for over her thumb as she made her way around her hand, until the stack would no longer remain still. She lifted the final condom and stopped counting. "THIRTEEN!" he nearly shouted into the phone. "WOW, Madison, that's a lot!" "Not all of them used condoms," she informed him with a sullen voice. "That's okay, Babe, you couldn't help it. You did what you had to do to keep them from getting mad at you. Did the ones without condoms all cum inside of your pussy?" "Not all of them. A lot came inside my mouth and a few came on my face or my chest." "You mean your tits? A guy has a chest, girls have tits." "Yea, on my tits." "That's still pretty hot, Babe. You did really good." "You're not mad?" "Why would I be mad?" "'Cause they didn't all use condoms." "Not your fault, besides don't forget about *WHY* we're doing this. We're looking for the guy with a cock as big as mine. Did you find one?" There was silence. "No. None of them was the size of the dildo." "Then you need to keep trying. If this surrogate thing is going to work it's very important to find the right lover, right?" "Yes, I know." "Is your door locked?" "Yea, why?" "It's time for us to make love." "Matt, can we wait `til tomorrow? I'm still really sore." "Love hurts, remember what I said?" She didn't respond. "I'll tell you what, you won't have to use the dildo today and you can sleep without it tonight. That will give you time to rest up for tomorrow." "What's tomorrow?" "You still haven't found the perfect guy so you're going to keep looking." "But I don't know who all I had sex with any more. There were too many and I don't remember what most of them look like. I'm not even sure how many there was." "Where they all white?" "Yea, I think so." "What do you mean you think so? Either they were white or not, which is it?" "They were all white." "Good. Starting tomorrow you'll only fuck black guys." "WHAT?" "What's the problem, Madison? You want to make sure that you don't fuck the same guy twice and besides, black guys are supposed to have bigger cocks. Maybe you'll find a bigger one if he's black." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure. It's more important to find the right size than what he looks like." "But I don't have any more condoms." "That's okay. I have a friend who lives kind of close to you and I'll have him put a box of them inside your mailbox and they'll be a pill in there too." "What kinda pill?" "It's called `the morning after' pill and will make you miscarry if you got pregnant from one of the guys who fucked you today. Just take one and be more careful in the future." "When will he bring it?" "As soon as he can. For now I want to cum inside of your pussy thirteen times tonight." "ALL OF THEM?" "Yes. Put a few pillows under your ass to keep your pussy facing the ceiling and one at a time I want you to squeeze all the cum out into your pussy. Remember it's my cum, not those asshole that fucked you. Before you start go get a roll of tape. The big tape, not the kind you wrap presents with. Get packing tape or something thick like that." "Why?" "Just do what I tell you and stop asking questions. Now put the phone down and get the tape then come back, okay?" "Okay." He could hear the phone dropping to the bed and watched as she scurried from his view. He sat alone for about a minute thinking. When he got her the computer he was very concerned about it having a web cam. Now he's thankful he got this one. It had been on sale and was a really good deal. Now it's really starting to pay off. Moments later she reappeared on his screen. "Is this okay?" she asked bringing the phone to her ear while holding out a roll of black tape. Obviously she had been in his tool box because that's the only place he keeps the vinyl roll. It was two inches wide and as shiny as her lubricated dildo. "It's my dad's." "Yes, that will work fine. Now get into position like I told you and get ready for me to fill you with my cum!" His eyes were glued to the screen as she thrust her hips high into the air and quickly moved her stacked pillows under the small of her back. She was very agile and had no problem pulling it off. Drawing her feet behind her head, she locked her heels into place, keeping her body immobile and her pussy broadly smiling up at the ceiling. Sliding her arms through the oval opening of her legs, she slowly wiggled her torso until her shoulders squeezed past her knees. The last time he saw her do that she was just a little girl but it looked much sexier now. Swallowing hard he waited until she was in position and reached for a pair of scissors and the first condom. Easing the cut end inside of her swollen hole and pushing it halfway inside, Carl held his breath as she pinched the reservoir tip and milked the contents into her slime-filled cunt. Her fingers passed back and forth over the length of the rubber to ensure the cum had all been squeezed. Dropping the empty container next to her she reached for the second one and carefully snipped the end just below the knot. Carl's cock began jerking uncontrollably, shooting several lines of sperm into the stiffened rag as she pushed the opened end inside of herself and began extracting the goo. He hadn't wanted to cum so quickly but watching the depraved act drove him over the edge. She was pushing in the third condom as his spasms slowly faded. "Dear God," he whispered watching as she quickly forced the sperm into her soupy hole before dropping it onto the crumpled pair beside her leg. She was getting more efficient as in no time she was pushing another one into her rapidly filling gash and extracting the sperm. He stopped her as she reached for another. "Wait, Madison," he panted feeling light headed. It was as if all the blood in his body had drained from his head. "It will go much faster if you do more than one at a time." "What do you mean?" "I mean I want you to do more than just one at a time." "How many?" "All of them." She didn't respond immediately and he began to wonder if he scared her away. "Hello?" "I'm here. How do you want me to do it?" He sighed a breath of relief. She was still willing to unconditionally do what he asked of her. "Hold the rest of them together, keeping the knots at about the same place and just cut the ends off like you've been doing. Only this time there's a few more so it will be a little harder to cut." Without hesitation she gathered the pile of used condoms one at a time and layered them across her fingers. It took several snips to slice through the stack but within a few seconds, nine disks littered the bed below her ass. Carl swallowed hard and moved a little closer, not wanting to miss a moment. Fingering them in one at a time she quickly had the lot stuffed inside of her pussy and held them by the tips above her pubes. Carl wasn't breathing as her hand grasped the forest of yellowed rubber and squeezed, forcing the watery gunk into her already filled hole. Letting out a loud grunt, his cock began jerking, as the thought of nine loads of cum being pumped into her pussy at the same time became too much. As if milking cow teats, Madison began pumping her hand back and forth, extracting the remaining slime from their hosts. By this time Carl was seeing stars. Never in his life had he been so turned on than that very moment. Her diminutive cavity could not hold the deluge of hazy goo and quickly expelled a large glob which bubbled from her reddened hole like a blob of banana pudding. Carl watched as the thick mass hurriedly raced down the crack of her ass toward the pillows. "Use your hand and stop it!" he called out, nearly choking on his words. Fast action halted its retreat as it pooled in the palm of her hand until the flow ebbed. Unsure of what to do she remained immobile waiting to see what else her boyfriend would ask of her. Carl had to take a deep breath to return air into his lungs as he had stopped breathing once the finale started. The nine spent condoms drooped from her pussy like the tentacles of a mutant octopus emerging from its darkened lair. He was shaking from excitement as he stared for several minutes at the erotic sight, never wanting the encounter to end. "Remove the condoms," he panted into the phone. Using her free hand she effortlessly pulled the bunch from slit in a single motion and waited to see what he expected. "Put two fingers into your pussy and open it up as far as you can," he told her. Obediently she obeyed, using her pointer and middle fingers for the task. It hardly gaped open. "That's not wide enough, use another finger," he instructed. With three fingers inside, her pussy yawned opened just enough to see the glistening slime within. "Pull your fingers against your clit," he added wiping his brow. Even with just a little effort, the gap increased two fold and Carl sucked in his breath. Incredible! "Slide your hand holding the cum back to your pussy and scoop it inside with the rest. Don't squeeze your pussy or you'll force it out again. Try to hold as much in as you can and then put a long piece of tape over your pussy to keep it inside." "WHAT!?!" she blurted out not sure she heard him correctly. "Just do it, Madison!" he shouted into the phone concerned that he may have spoken too loudly. With a deep sigh she inched her hand upward, careful not to lose any of the precious cargo until it reached the bottom of her pussy. With her pussy stretched widely open she guided the slime closer, holding her breath as it poured back into her. "Now the tape!" he reminded her. Tearing off about six inches off the two-inch thick roll she used the corner of her pillow case to wipe her skin before applying the tape. Carl's cock was throbbing back to life as the image of his young daughter twisted into the shape of a pretzel and her pussy filled with the cum of thirteen different boys filled his brain. The tape obscured his view of her pussy, but he knew what it looked like and couldn't wait until the day that he could fill it with his own cum. "Damn that's hot!" he spoke into the phone. "How does it feel?" "Feels weird. Kinda itchy and the tape is pulling my skin." "I want you to leaving it like that for a while and let me look at you. It's such a turn-on knowing your pussy is filled with my cum like that. Just relax and lay there for a while." "Okay," she said untwisting herself until she was able to lie flat on the bed. Carl watched for several minutes before speaking. "Get dressed and take your trophies to the freezer," he began fighting the urge to nut again. He hardly touched his cock and already came twice and the third was approaching fast. "Then I want you to write everything that happened today in your diary and then you can take a shower and pull the tape off to let all the cum drain out of you. I know you're tired so you can go to sleep after that." "I have homework." "Then do that before taking a shower. I have to go now, my mom needs my help. Just remember that I love you and don't take the tape off until you're in the shower." "Okay, I love you too! Are you going to be on-line at ten?" "Yes I'll be here and you need to be too." Carl knew she would do what he asked and wouldn't remove the tape until she was in the shower. That would give him some time to cool off and prepare for round two before going to bed. It was eight o'clock and he needed to check on Theresa and drive out to the pharmacy to get the abortion pill and more condoms before resuming the work on the ad campaign he's been neglecting lately. *** She was late. Carl checked the time once again and groaned. It was twenty minutes after ten and she's never been late. Something must be wrong. It wasn't Theresa as she was still fast asleep in the master bedroom. Quietly he approached Madison's door and listened. There was rustling but no discernible sounds could be heard. He knocked. "Madison, are you in there?" he asked quietly as not to disturb his wife. She didn't respond immediately. "Madison?" "Just a minute!" she called out over the sounds of rustling. It took her a full minute before asking what he wanted "Is everything okay? You've been in your room for a while." "I'm fine, just working on my homework." "Is it okay if I come in?" "NO!" she nearly shouted. "Okay, don't be up too long, okay?" "I won't." Quickly he returned to his office only to be disappointed to see that she wasn't on-line yet. What is she doing? He decided to call, violating their agreement not to call until told to do so. "Madison, what's going on?" "What do you mean?" "I've been waiting for you for almost thirty minutes. Are you in trouble or something?" "No, not `xactly." "What do you mean?" "Remember that tape you told me to put on?" "Yes." "I can't get it off! It's stuck." "It's stuck? It can't be, it's only tape. Just pull it off like a Band-Aid!" "I can't! I've been trying for like an hour and it won't come off!" "Well you can't leave it on. You need it off, Madison. Just yank on it." "It hurts too much!" "Can you ask for help?" "Who am I going to ask?" "I don't know, one of the boys who fucked you. You've got almost sixty to chose from so one of them shouldn't be busy. Call one." "Matt I can't call someone for that! Are you crazy?" "Were you able to get any of it off?" "Yea, almost to my clitty. That's where it really starts to hurt." "Then start at the bottom, by your asshole. It might not hurt as much there." "I'll try." Carl listened closely as her soft grunts and moans sounded enticing. If he didn't know better he'd think she was having sex or something. After a few minutes he couldn't take it any longer. "Turn on your cam, I want to watch!" Seconds later the cam request appeared on his screen. He quickly pressed accept and smiled as her image soon filled the screen. She was squatting near the computer, her hands between her legs as she carefully tried pulling the strip away from her skin. The picture had barely appeared when the tape reached the base of her hole, releasing a steady flow of clear slime. "That's it, Madison, keep going, you're doing great! Almost there! Pull it hard and fast. It will sting for a few seconds, but it will be over with." The more she tugged, the more gunk leaked out, wetting the carpet between her knees. It would take another ten minutes before the only part of the tape still attached was on her clit. He coached her for several seconds before she was able to remove that small connection. "You'd better clean that mess before your mom sees it and now that it's off of your pussy, you need to clean that good or it will really stink by tomorrow!" "Okay, I'll go now." "Wait! My friend told me he put the stuff in your mailbox so go and see. There's a pill and a box of twelve condoms. I'll send you more tomorrow and you should get them Monday. I have a feeling you're going to need a lot more because it's taking longer to find the perfect surrogate lover." "I'll get them before taking a shower." "Okay and remember tomorrow you need to fuck three black guys. *ONLY* black guys." "Yea, I know." "Good night, sweet cheeks, I'll see you tomorrow." "Good night, Matt." *** "Don't be so nervous, Carl, it's not like he's cutting off your testicles, he's just going to ask you a few questions and do an examination." "I don't like it, Theresa. I still wish that you would have talked to me about this before scheduling an appointment." "Like Doctor Castillo said, a lot of men your age start having problems like this. It's perfectly normal." "I'm only thirty-five and I'm not having any problems, trust me." "I wish that I could trust you on this, Carl but like momma always told me, `the proof is in the pudding'." "I never understood why people continue to use than antiquated term. I told you the reason I'm having problems and it's not that I'm getting old!" "Let's not have this discussion again. Can we just try the pills for a while and see how they work? If they don't help you can stop taking them and we'll try something else. Please, Carl, this is very important to me. To us." "Yea, yea, yea, Theresa, I know. I'll talk to the doctor but..." his words were interrupted as the examination room door opened. "Hello Carl and Theresa," he began looking over his half glasses at the file in his hand." "Hello Doctor Castillo," Theresa responded before elbowing Carl. He grunted, still unwilling to make eye contact with him. "How have you been feeling lately, Carl?" he asked sitting on the stool and taking out a pen. "I feel fine, Doc, no problems." "How's your sex drive?" "Fine." "Carl don't lie!" Theresa broke in. "Theresa I'm not lying, I've been just a little tired, that's all." "For two months!?!? You've been like this for too long, Carl." "How many times have the two of you had sex during the past thirty days? Approximately." "I know *exactly* how many times, two!" "It's not that unusual for a couple who has been married for fifteen years to only have sex twice a month." "Not us, Doctor Castillo. Before this latest problem we made love once or twice a day, every day! Then poof, it stopped." "I'm sorry, Carl, but I have to ask. Are you having sexual relations with anyone else?" "God no, I wouldn't cheat on my wife!" "Then can you explain a cause?" Carl sat quietly for a moment. "Can you?" "No," he whispered. Confessing to his activities with Madison would cause more problems than solve and he might even end up in jail! "There are three main types of erectile dysfunction medications you can take," the doctor began. Carl's mind wondered as the remembered the incredible sight of Madison brutally fucking herself with the huge dildo. Castillo's voice drone on in the background as his thoughts returned to the baker's dozen loads of cum she squeezed into her own bald pussy last night. "What about the one I heard about that lasts thirty-six hours?" he heard Theresa asking, which brought him out of his daydream. "That's Cialis," Castillo replied. "There's the low dosage which is taken every day and the ten and twenty milligrams which are taken as needed." "What do you think, Carl? Twenty milligrams?" "Theresa that seems to be a bit much. Let's start with the low dosage and work our way up from there." "Carl, I'm not going through this again! You didn't even want to come here today and to get you back will take an act of God! Let's just start off with the twenty milligrams and see how it works." "Doc, are there any risks for taking this pill if you don't need it?" "Not really, the effects are short term and leave your system within a few days." "Carl, I really need us to be intimate again..." "Alright, Doc, sign me up for the twenty milligrams." A quick glance at his wife sitting beside him showed that she was beaming with excitement. With a heavy sigh he took the prescription from the doctor. Just like that he had a prescription. No embarrassing questions, no exam or anything. Quick and easy. He was embarrassed when the pharmacy tech asked if he'd taken the pill before and asked the pharmacist to come over to explain the dosage and side effects. Her words fell on death ears as he tuned everything she told him out. He just wanted to get out of there and never come back. He felt better once they had lunch but when Theresa took out the bottle of pills and tapped one out, he fretfully glanced around at the other tables. "Theresa, what are you doing?" "What do you mean? I want you to take one now so that by the time we get home it will be working." "In the middle of the day?!?" "Madison won't be home for a few hours so that means we'll have some time for ourselves. I want us to make love." He stared at the orange, tear-drop pill for a while before pinching it between his finger and thumb. As much as he didn't want to do it, he know that he'd better or risk getting into another argument. It went down easier than he thought it would. Theresa was staring at him with the biggest smile since their wedding day. On the drive home she was snuggled against him, rubbing the crotch of his pants. She giggled like a school girl when it started to respond. Although it was too soon to be because of the pill, she was happy just the same. "You know, Honey, they call Cialis the `weekend' pill because it lasts so long," she stated with a chuckle. "Today's Friday so I have *ALL* weekend to enjoy this," she added squeezing his erection. He smiled but inside he was dying. Ever since he and Madison began their little game he's become obsessed with her and wanted nothing more to do with his wife sexually. As they drove past the high school Carl glanced toward the bushes that he found Madison after her gang-fuck. He smiled thinking how great it would have been if he could have joined in and got in line behind the others. That of course wouldn't happen. It's going to take a little more work to get her where he wants her. At the red light he watched as a group of black teenagers crossed the street just in front of their car and he briefly wondered if some of them would be part of the guys to fuck Madison in a few hours. His eyes followed them until they began cutting across the grassy area of the school. A horn blowing from behind him reminded him to go. Theresa chattered of trivial things until they pulled into the driveway and Carl pressed the button to open the garage door. Once inside she was all over him like a school tart on a prom date. He kissed her back but without passion. He wasn't feeling any for her any longer. She didn't seem to notice or didn't care. He stalled, but eventually they made their way into the house where she pulled him toward the stairs. "I'm going to freshen up, give me five minutes," she told him at the base of the stairs with a smile. He was relived, but knew it was only a temporary reprieve. He needed a drink and made his way to the liquor cabinet for a brandy. That's when he noticed the blinking light on the answering machine and pressed `play'. "Theresa it's your father, uh, I'd don't know how to say this so I'll just come right out and tell you. Your mother's in the hospital with a broken hip. She fell last night and she's having surgery first thing in the morning. Call me when you get this message. I love you." Carl stared at the machine in disbelief. Did he just hear what he heard? "Honey, come down stairs!" he shouted from the bottom step. "Why don't you come up here?" she sweetly sang from the landing wearing her favorite negligee. "This is important, something happened to your mother. Your father left a message on the answer machine!" "OH MY GOD!" she cried out rushing down. "Is she alright?" she added brushing past him. "I don't know, she's having surgery tomorrow." "SURGERY!?! What on Earth happened?" "I saved the message." Breathless she pressed the `play' button and held onto the counter as her father's voice repeated the grim news. Several minutes after it ended, she remained motionless, holding onto the counter for support. "Your mother needs you," Carl said putting his arm around her. "And so does your father," he added as her shoulders heaved from sobbing. "I'm sure she'll be fine, Honey. Why don't you call your father and talk to him. Everything will be okay, I'm sure of it. She's a strong woman." Nodding her head she reached for the phone and felt disheartened when there was no answer. "He's probably at the hospital; why not call his cell phone." "He doesn't have one. Doesn't like them and refuses to get one." "Call your mom's cell. I know she's got one." "Yes, maybe he has her phone. Good idea." Carl made another Brandy while listening to her one-sided conversation with her father. Her mother was sedated and doing as well as could be expected. Surgery was scheduled at six in the morning and he wanted her to be there. If nothing else, when she woke up. She ended the conversation abruptly before bursting out into tears. "Honey, it's going to be fine, don't worry about it. This happens all the time to older people. I know you're very close to your mom, but she's going to be just fine, I'm sure of it." "Dad wants me to be there for the operation." "Then go. Start packing and I'll check for a flight." "FLY? I thought I'd drive there tonight and then drive back after she wakes up." "Oh, no, I don't want you driving in your current state of mind. You could have an accident or something. Besides it's a four hour drive and I don't want you to make that long trip alone." "You and Madison can go with me. I'm sure she'll be glad to see her grandparents. She hasn't seen them since the summer." "I think you need to stay there with them for a while, just until she can get around on her own. You know your father is as lost as a goose in a hail storm without your mother and who will cook and clean for them while she recuperates?" "I'll call Carol. She's going through a divorce right now an it will do her good to get away from all that mess." "Your sister Crazy Carol? Seriously?" "Carl I asked you to stop calling her that, you know how sensitive she is." "She's off her rocker, Theresa, we both know that! She's clinical schizophrenic and is bi-polar. That's why she can't keep a man you know. Do you really want her taking care of your parents? Your dad is in his seventies and had a stroke a few years back. He doesn't need Crazy Carol caring for your mother, he needs you. Your mother needs you." "I can't leave you and Madison like that? Who knows how long I'll be gone." "Don't worry about us, Honey, we'll be just fine. I'll have Rose come in twice a week until you get back and she'll prepare dinner for us for a couple of days each time. The other days we'll go out to eat." "I don't feel right about this, Carl." "If you don't go, I'll be very concerned." "Why would you be concerned?" "It makes me wonder what would happen if I became like that and needed you. Would you be there for me when I needed you most? Your parents raised you and took care of you until we got married. It's your turn to return the favor." "I could just go for a few days." "No Theresa. Who will be there for them, uh? Even after she gets out of the hospital she'll be in bed and immobile for weeks, maybe months before she can take care of herself. Your dad is too feeble to lift her so who will give her a bath and change the linen and cook and clean?" "You're right, but I don't feel right leaving my family." "Honey *they* were your family before us. Don't worry, we'll be fine and we can talk on the phone every night. Go, they need you." "Maybe I could go for a couple of weeks." "Not enough time. I say a minimum of six weeks. It may take longer because she's not in the best of health. Just to be on the safe side I'll book you the first flight out tonight and set the return flight in eight weeks. That should be enough time and if it's not, Crazy Carol can go there and take over. You're the oldest sister and the only one capable of doing this." "You don't think two months is too long?" "Not for this kind of injury. If you need to stay longer I can get an open-ended ticket for your return flight." "No, that's long enough." "Good, now go pack, I'll check the flights." *** Fifteen minutes later Carl was standing in their doorway holding the printed ticket and watching his wife frantically packing for her extending trip. His cock was rock hard but he wasn't sure if it was the drug or the anticipation of being alone with Madison for two whole months. He licked his lips at the thought. He didn't plan on accelerating their relationship for a few more weeks, but he wasn't about to let this opportunity pass him by. He would have Madison in his bed by the end of the night, that he was sure of. "You're flight leaves in an hour, how much longer will you need to pack? It takes twenty minutes to get to the airport." "I'm almost finished; I'm just trying to think if I'm forgetting anything." "I'm sure you are, but don't worry about it. If you need something there just buy it or let me know what it is and I'll send it to you." "Are you sure you don't want to go with me? You and Madison can fly out and fly back Sunday." "We'll just be in the way and cause more confusion in a very tense situation. We're best staying home and staying out of the way. Now hurry and I'll take your bags downstairs." On the drive to the airport Carl was fighting to keep from smiling. This wasn't the time or the place. He looked at his watch. It was just after three and he figured Madison was busy scoping out her latest victim. Well, victims. He couldn't help but smile. Through this all she never once refused to do anything he asked of her which should make it easier for the next stage. The fight departs at 3:45 and they still had ten minutes to drive. It would be cutting it close and the only monkey wrench would be if she missed her flight. He checked his speed. Sixty-five miles per hour. Giving it a little more gas he moved over into the car pool lane to avoid the upcoming traffic. The valedictions were brief as he hurried her through the terminal to avoid missing her flight. He watched through the window as the plane finished boarding and the retractable walkway separated from the plane. With an uncontrollable grin he left, whistling to himself as he made his way to the parking structure. At four-fifteen he was pulling into the driveway, his cock throbbing with anticipation and he hurried up stairs only to find that Madison wasn't home yet. Dejected he slowly made his way to his office to sign on. He would be ready for when she got home. Moments later the front door slammed. She was home! It took several long minutes before she signed on, but he was there waiting for her. She didn't have time to type a greeting before he called her cell. She recognized the number and quickly answered. "Hi lover," she said joyfully. "Hi slut," he replied panting into the phone. His cock was so stiff it threatened to tear through his pants. "Do you have something for me?" "Yes," she giggled. "Show me." Seconds later the cam request appeared and he quickly accepted. He inhaled deeply as her image appeared. She was so sexy. Pinched between her fingers next to her smiling face were three long condoms, each partially filled with an amber gel. "Were they black?" "Yea, all three," she replied with pride in her voice. "Want to make love to me now?" she asked welding the large black dildo like a weapon. "No, Babe, this isn't working out. We need to do something different." "What do you mean?" "All the guys who fucked you are doing just that, fucking you. They're not making love to you like I would. There's no emotions, no feelings." "I don't understand." "You're my girl and I want to make passionate love to you, not fuck you like a whore. I want there to be feeling between you and the person you make love to. It's the only way for us to be like we're really together." "How do I make them have feelings for me?" "You can't make anyone do that. You need someone who already has feeling for you. Someone how loves you and will treat you like I would." "Who?" "Do you have like a cousin or something that you really like?" "Yea but he lives in Oregon." "Anyone closer? Maybe and uncle?" "No." "Do you have an older brother?" "No." "What about your dad?" "MY DAD?!?" "Yea, why not? He loves you and cares about you, right? He's close to you so you can make love whenever you want to and if his cock is my size, he'll be perfect!" "MY DAD? I can't do it with my dad!" "Why not?" "He's my dad. And besides he's like really old and stuff." "How old is he?" "Thirty-five." "That's not too old if you think about it." "I dunno, Matt. That seems kinda weird and gross." "Don't you love and care for him? Why is it gross?" "`Cause he's my dad and everything." "Is there anyone else you can think of who is better? Someone close to you that you love and care about more? Anyone?" "No." "Then it's settled. You'll make love to your dad and see how that feels." "What if I don't like it?" "Why wouldn't you? Do you like fucking those other guys?" "I dunno, I guess." "Then what's wrong with your dad? He's better than those guys because he loves you." "I don't even know how to do it. What if he doesn't want to?" "I read somewhere that fifty percent of all men would have sex with their daughters if they had the chance. I'm sure your dad will go for it, trust me." "What do I do? How will I know?" "Is he home?" "I think so. I think he's in his office." "Where's your mom?" "I dunno, I didn't see her when I got home." "Here' what you do. Strip off all your clothes and put on a robe and go into your father's office. Go right up to his desk and drop the robe to the floor and tell him you want him to make love to you." "Matt, do I have to?" "Do you love me?" "Yes." "That's your answer. If you love me then you'll do this for me. For us. It's not just about me, Princess, it's about *us*. This is very important for the next stage in our relationship. It won't be hard, trust me. You've already fucked like sixty different guys so far so think of him as just one more cock. If it helps you can close your eyes and think he's me." "Are you sure he'll want to?" "Trust me, Babe, he'll want to. Now get those clothes off and get your ass over to him, I can't want to finally make love to you. This is going to be special, I promise. Oh, and Madison you don't have to worry about using condoms with him since he's your dad." "What do you mean?" "Didn't they teach you in health class that you can't get pregnant by your father? Half of your DNA is his so when his sperm gets close to your egg they get pushed away. You know like when you have two magnets with the same polarity they repel each other? That's what happens to his sperm, they get repelled." "Really?" "Yes, silly, everyone knows that! Now get moving and don't keep me waiting long." "Okay, lover." *** Carl watched his screen as she began undressing. She has such a nice body and has been looking forward to sampling her charms for months. Now he was moments away from his fantasy and the anticipation was killing him. She moved out of camera range for a moment and returned wearing the pink, orange and purple bath robe they gave her last Christmas. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" "I'm sure, Princess," he said kissing the phone. "And remember that I love you with all my heart." She smiled before leaning forward to turn the camera off. Slowly she entered the room, still unsure if she should take the next step. This was for Matt so she wanted to do it, but hesitation still filled her thoughts. Slowly the door creaked open as she stepped inside. "Are you busy, Daddy?" she asked leaning against the door as it closed. "No, not at all. I'm never too busy for my little girl. What can I do for you?" He could tell she was nervous and silently prayed that she wouldn't back out of it. He's worked too hard to get her to this point and if she fled, it would all be for nothing. "I was, uh, just, ummm, wondering it, huh, maybe you, uh, could..." "Come closer, Madison. I can hardly hear you. Now what is it you want?" "I, uhm," she resumed her babbling before shutting her eyes. In one fluid motion she unfastened the belt and allowed her robe to fall from her body, exposing herself to her father for the first time in five years. She waited. Waited for his reaction. Would he be angry? Would he punish her or yell at her? Would he tell her mother what she had done or would he do what Matt said he would? She was trembling where she stood, unsure of what to do next. The silence was making her even more uncomfortable. "You're so beautiful, Madison," she heard his say and sighed a breath of relief. Slowly she opened her eyes to see his smiling face just inches from her and getting drawing closer. Once again she held her breath as his lips touched hers. Their kiss lingered much longer than she had experienced before. His large hand cupped her face as the passion in his kiss increased. She moaned into his mouth. "Make love to me, Daddy," she whispered once his face moved slightly away. "Oh, God, Princess, you don't know how long I've waited to hear you say those words!" Without hesitation he stood and scooped her into his arms, carrying her toward the door like a new bride. Her nakedness fueled his desire as they made their way down the hall toward the master bedroom. Theresa will be gone for the next two months and he planned on spending every possible moment with his daughter. ~ end of part 3 You can find my other stories at: /files/Authors/wetfly6969/STORIES/?C=M;O=D