Surrogate Lovers, Chapter 3

By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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"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

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