Chapter 1

Carl watched from the kitchen window as his wife slowly backed out of the driveway. His heart was pounding and he could hardly breathe. It had been five days since he had the opportunity to check on the collection and he was shaking with anticipation. Swallowing hard he sighed, dropping the curtain back into place before glancing toward the clock. It was almost three but he didn't expect Madison home anytime soon. She would be busy for at least thirty more minutes.

Through conversations with his daughter he knew how many were there but it was still exciting to see them and touch them, knowing where they had been. With perverted enthusiasm he quickly made his way to the utility room and stood before the deep freezer holding his breath. His mouth was dry and he felt lightheaded. Gaining composure he lifted the lid, getting blasted by a rush of cold air. Seeing the evidence of what she had done was almost as exciting as seeing the real thing.

A frozen waste land of ice, box dinners, ice cream and various meats filled the four-foot-high unit. To the right was a sliding basket where smaller items were kept. What he wanted was beneath the basket. With baited breath he slowly shifted the basket to the side, revealing the dark red plastic coffee container tucked neatly in the corner, half covered by packages of frozen fish. He swallowed hard feeling his cock lunge forward, jutting from the opening of his boxers like a horizontal leg as it crashed against the cool metal exterior.

Hastily he reached for the frigid container, removing it from its slumbering perch and brought it to his bare chest. It was chilly against his skin as the frozen jug stuck to the hairs on his chest. Carefully he shut the freezer, placing the container on top and stood staring at it for several long seconds. He wasn't sure why but for some reason the excitement seemed to build with anticipation.

Prying back the black cover he gasped seeing the stack of used condoms piled inside. Most were frozen together but with a little effort he was able to free them one at a time until they were all laid out along the top of the freezer in two rows. Each was cut at the end, long releasing the fluid that had been inside. His hands were shaking as he counted the twenty-nine mangled prophylactics, lightly touching each on in the process.

Like a leaking faucet his cock dripped precum, wetting the front of the freeze as the clear fluid hurriedly raced to the floor, pooling between his feet. He wished that one of these was his but knew that wouldn't be possible. Not if he wanted his plan to work. Slowly he returned them one at a time to their frozen tomb sniffing each one to savor the vaginal scent of his young daughter.

"Soon, Madison," he whispered returning the container to its resting place. "Very soon."

It had been two months since matt_dog96 met Madison in a chat room. Carl knew her screen name and often checked on her on-line activities to make sure she didn't get into trouble. She was very head strong and lately she's been very hard to handle. Not wanting her to know he was spying; he created a new screen name and a bogus profile to assure his anonymity. It worked for the first day as she didn't seem to notice him. She typed a few sentences then quickly stopped writing. He figured she was having a private conversation but there was no way to know for sure.

On the second day, she instant messaged him. At first he was surprised as he wanted to only be an observer and didn't participate in the conversations of the chat room. He assumed everyone would ignore him and at first they did. Apparently Madison was the exception. He remembered their first conversation as if it happened yesterday.

She asked about him, how old he was, where he lived and what school he went to. He responded telling her that he was fifteen, lived in a city about twenty miles from her and made up a high school that he supposedly attended. He returned the questions already knowing the answers but hoped she wouldn't give out any personal information.

"I'm fourteen," she typed to his horror. She was only twelve but often tried to act older, even though mentally she was still a child. When she typed what city she lived in and the actual junior high school she attended he got concerned. Who else had she given this information to?

"Do you have a picture?" he asked wanting to see how far she would go.

"Yes want 2 c it?" she responded. He replied that he did and waited for the 'got mail' message to show. His hands were shaking as he clicked on her email message. Slowly her photo appeared from when they had gone to the water park over the summer. She was wearing a skimpy bikini which left very little to the imagination. He hadn't noticed how risqué it was at the time but seeing the photo his heart began to pound.

"U got 1?" she typed.

Carl wasn't prepared for that question and told her he didn't but described himself to her. She was thrilled at how 'cute' he was.

Over the next few minutes they talked about trivial things, favorite colors, favorite foods, favorite class in school etc. Carl felt like he was a different person and actually assumed the role of a boy twenty years his junior. He was feeling frisky and decided to push the envelope.

"Ever kiss a boy?" he asked curiously about her level of interaction with boys.

"Yes. Lotsa times," was her reply.

"How many is 'lotsa times'?"

"I dunno, a lot."

Throwing caution into the wind he decided to present her with the age-old question that he'd been wondering since she went away for two weeks to summer camp. She came back a different girl that June and was more confrontational with both of them since then.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked, staring at the blinking curser for what seemed like hours. As her father he was hoping that her answer was yes but he had his suspicions. Finally she replied.

"No." His reaction was mixed by this. On one had his heart dropped and he felt sick to his stomach that she has already had sex with someone but on the other hand his cock surged at the very thought. Since she started puberty earlier this year he'd been looking at her, and not like a father should. Knowing the consequences of having those thoughts he'd kept them suppressed but on the internet he felt free and detached to explore those feeling further.

He was about to reply but then wondered if she was lying. After all she did lie about her age so why couldn't she be lying about having sex? Was she sexually active, was it a onetime thing or is she making it all up to sound older? His thoughts must have taken too long as she responded before he could.

"R u mad?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Mad I'm not a virgin?"

Carl wasn't sure how to reply. As her father he was furious that she was having sex at such a young age but as a lecherous middle-aged man, he was turned on more than he had been since his wedding night. His heart was in his throat and his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly type his answer.

"Mad? Hell no I'm not mad. I think it's very sexy," he said adding a winking face. She responded with a smiling face.

But was she really telling the truth? He wanted to find out but wasn't sure how. He decided to play this out for as long as he could. He could always delete this screen name if it went too far

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"How many time have you had sex?" he asked holding his breath until her answer flashed. He was hoping it was a onetime thing that happened at summer camp.

"I dunno," she typed. Not a lot I don't think."

"What do you mean?"

"Sometimes my bfs wanna do it a lot."

"How many bfs do you have?"

"Right now only one."

"How many have you had?"

"Six."

"You had sex with all of them?"

"Yes."

Carl's cock was so hard it felt as if it was about to rip through the skin. This was his twelve-year-old daughter he was talking to but for some reason it didn't feel that way. She was just a young slut who had sex multiple times with six different boys and he was incredibly turned on by the very thought of it, even if she was lying.

"Do you have a picture of your cock?" she typed. He was stunned that she'd even propose such a request. She was only twelve! He told her that he didn't but he'd get one later for her.

"Do you wanna see my tits?" HOLY SHIT! Is she serious? Nervously he responded.

"Yes." He was expecting that she'd email him a picture of some other girl but when the 'cam' request popped on his screen he wasn't sure what to do. She had a camera on her lap top but he didn't think she knew how to use it. It seems that she did.

An image box appeared in the upper corner of his screen with a picture so small he couldn't make out what it was. Expanding the box his eyes nearly fell out of his head as Madison's naked torso suddenly filled his screen. She was bare from the waist up and hovered over the key board to give him a really good view. She was beautiful and he had never been so turned on before.

Her areola were little more than prominent buds surrounded by small mounds of meat that were just starting to fill out. She began wearing a training bra at the end of the school year and it was obvious that the bra may have been premature. Her breasts made a modest lump in her shit if it was tight but aside from that, they were hardly noticeable.

"Do u like em?"

"GOD YES!!! I wish I could suck them," he replied knowing he could put one completely into his mouth and still had plenty of room to flick the nipple with his tongue

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"U can if u wanna."

"R u serious?"

"Yea. If u can come here." Carl realized that he wasn't breathing and had to take a deep breath of air to keep from passing out. This was incredible, but disturbing at the same time.

"Do u do that a lot?"

"What?"

"Show ur tits to guys u just met on-line."

"Yea. It's no biggie. They like it."

He needed to take a breather. This was too much. His young 'innocent' daughter was now officially a slut!

The slamming of the front door broke his trance sending him into a panic. Madison was home! She couldn't see him like this he thought and quickly hid into the utility closet. She called out for her mom and dad but got no reply. On hurried feet she rushed up stairs and slammed her door shut. Now was his chance to go.

Silently he made his way upstairs to his office, careful not to make a sound as he stepped over the squeaky step. By the time his computer booted on, she was already in the chat room. Immediately she im'd him.

"Hi luvr," she typed with a kissy face. She had been calling him that for over a month even though they've never met face to face. He replied the same.

"You're home early."

"Yea, he dint take long."

"So you got it?"

"Yea."

"Show me." Seconds later the cam request appeared on his screen. Eagerly he clicked on it, watching as her naked image began to appear. He had a lump in his throat as her smiling face finally loaded. In her right hand Madison was holding a used condom tied at the top, the end filled with an amber fluid. His cock twitched, releasing a glob of precum. She did it again!

"R u ready to fuck me Matt?" she asked bringing her face to the camera. Carl swallowed hard. This is what he had been waiting for all afternoon. It was time to call her.

She got a cell phone for her twelfth birthday about six months earlier but she's restricted on using it. Carl bought a disposable phone to use when they called and he disguised his voice the best he could. She was so eager to have him for a boyfriend she believed the man who called her was her fifteen-year-old on-line lover.

"Masturbate for me first," he told her before she even spoke the first work. Fishing out his erection he leaned closer to his screen. He knew that it wouldn't take long to cum and wanted to enjoy as much of her as he could.

Next to her was the purple vibrator he had sent her a few weeks ago. He enjoyed watching her bring herself off but often made her stop before she could cum. This made her orgasms stronger when he finally allowed her to finish. This was going to be incredible.

Holding the plastic phallus against her fleshy nub, she began moving her hips back and forth while moaning. She knew he liked it when she did that and grunted loudly toward the phone. It wasn't long before she was panting and thrusting her hips back and forth. He knew he had to stop her or she'd squirt all over the floor again and he wouldn't be far behind her.

"STOP!" he shouted loud enough to drown her sounds.

"Ready to fuck me now?" she asked again, her face sweaty and flush from exertion.

"YES!" he yelled into the phone leaning closer to his screen. Madison disappeared from his view for a few seconds before reappearing with the eight-inch dildo he mailed to her last month. A huge smile creased her face as she placed the computer on the floor and directed the camera between her legs.

"Let's fuck," she said before aiming the dark-colored phallus to hairless slit. Her pussy glistened from the ceiling light as she rubbed dildo up and down her crack. Carl was squeezing his cock hard to keep from cumming. He wanted to see this to the end.

Like a snake swallowing a rat, the over-sized cock split her gash wide as inch by inch it began to disappear inside of her pussy. His breaths were pants as he fought the urge to ejaculate. Even after watching her doing this twenty-nine other times he still reacted the same way. Reaching for a towel, he began cumming, shooting several volleys of potent sperm into the terry cloth. It was too erotic watching her fucking herself like that to hold out any longer.

"Tell me," Carl said panting into the phone. Even though he had just came, his cock was still rock hard and threatening to explode again.

"His name is Ethan and he's in the eighth grade," she spoke, taking longer than Carl wanted.

"We met behind the library after school and fucked in the bushes."

Carl had to use his cum towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. She let a boy she just met that morning fuck her after school in the bushes. How slutty is that? His attention returned to the screen as she picked up her pace, stabbing the silicon monolith into her pliable furrow, gasping as she seemed to approach an orgasm. She did that every time and he wondered if she actually came or if she was simply faking it, like her mother.

"HARDER!" Carl wheezed, his voice cracking from exhilaration. "I want to fuck you harder!"

Gripping the bulbous end with both hands, Madison increased her tempo, parting her legs wider to ease the friction. The fake cock was much bigger than any of the boys she'd had sex with and it made her feel full. After a while it began to hurt, but she didn't want Matt to know that. She loved him and didn't want to disappoint him. Closing her eyes, she hoped that he'd come soon so she could stop.

"Get ready, I'm about to cum!" Carl shouted over the phone, forgetting to use his fake voice. Through the excitement she didn't seem to notice as she released the dildo and reached for the condom. Her tightness injected the intruding cock several inches from her hole.

"HURRY!" Carl panted, feeling the boiling in his balls. He was about to cum again but wanted to wait for the right time. Slowing his pace he leaned closer, staring at her reddened pussy, the hole slightly enlarged from her efforts. Using a pair of scissors she snipped the end of the condom, just below the knot and pinched then end to keep from spilling any.

Carefully she pushed it inside of her pussy, the opened end first until it had disappeared. Reaching for the abandoned dildo she pushed the end back inside, sliding it in until it reached bottom. Carl couldn't hold out any longer and pumped another load into the stiff towel.

Eagerly he watched as she repeatedly stabbed herself with the fake cock, simulating a guy cumming. She must have seen it often as she imitated it very well. Suddenly she stopped, holding it deep inside. It was over, at least for now. He looked forward to tonight when she would masturbate for him again before going to sleep.

"How big was he?" Carl asked once he gathered his composure.

"About six inches."

"Still not big enough," Carl told her. "You know I'm eight inches long and I'm really thick. I'm about the size of the dildo I sent you, maybe a little thicker."

"I know, you told me but its hard finding boys as big as you."

"Then stop fucking little boys, go for the older ones, guys closer to my age."

"How?"

"Instead of walking home down Orange Avenue, take Walnut instead. The high school is only two lights down. You can meet a lot of older guys there willing to fuck you."

"How did you know that?" The question surprised him. He had forgotten that she didn't know who he really was and for a second he thought that he blew it.

"I know where you live, remember? I Googled it and found your school and noticed the high school nearby." He held his breath hoping she'd buy his excuse.

"Oh," she finally said after thinking about it. Carl sighed a breath of relief.

"Now don't forget to write down everything about Ethan in your journal. I'll want to read it when we finally fuck for real."

"REALLY?!? You're coming to see me for real?"

"Yes, I'll be going there to fuck you for real so you'd better be ready for me, okay?"

"When?"

"I'm not sure. It's hard to say for now, just keep doing what I tell you and soon we'll be together."

"I will," she said giggling into the phone.

"Make sure you fish out that condom from your pussy and put it with the others. I want to see those too when I go there."

"Why?"

"Because they each represent a time when we fucked. These guys aren't just random strangers, they're your surrogate lovers and I treasure each one. They're special, Madison, like you," he told her allowing her a few seconds for it to sink in. "I gotta go now, my mom is calling me," he said. "Leave the camera on, I want to watch you take the condom out of your pussy before I leave."

"Okay," she agreed with a snicker. "Ten o'clock?" she asked smiling as he confirmed their next meeting. With a smile she closed her phone.

Using her index finger and thumb she dug into her pussy until the felt the rubbery object. Slime dripped from her opening as it slithered out of her like the skin of a molted snake. Smiling she held the oozing condom toward the camera so that her on-line boyfriend could see. She liked it when they had sex and didn't mind using surrogate lovers until they could meet in person. Smiling she bent over and kissed the camera before turning it off.

Carl sat at the dinner table staring at Madison. Over the past two months he'd learned a lot about her and now saw her in a different light. She wasn't his daughter, not any more. They've been through too much together and he could no longer look at her that way. She was a slut and would spread her legs at the drop of a hat, no matter who it was. All it took was for him to ask her to do it and she'd give it up. What happened at camp? He watched as she picked at the beans, moving them around her plate and lining them along the edge.

Smiling he leaned closer to her. Her brown hair cascaded down her back, stopping just below the scapula. Her hazel eyes were almond shaped and framed by half-inch long lashes. Brown freckles crossed the bridge of her nose softly dotting her face like the stars of the Milky Way. Narrow at the top, her nose gradually widened and flared slightly at the end. Her bottom lip was plump and full with her upper lip slightly thinner. Aside from the freckles, her peaches-and-cream skin was flawless, radiating in the proper light.

She was precocious and slightly resembled a young Jodie Foster when she was that age, although her behavior is more like a modern day Lindsay Lohan. Her grades are hardly average and it seems almost weekly she's being sent to the principal's office for behavioral problems and lately things only seem to be getting worse.

"Carl?" Theresa spoke distracting him. "Hel~lo ... What's going on?" Panicked he looked at his glaring wife who had 'that' face. Clearing his throat he spoke.

"Huh? What do you mean?" he asked afraid she knew something.

"You're not eating and you seem preoccupied. I asked you a question and you acted like you didn't even hear me. Is everything okay?" He sighed deeply. She will be a hitch in his plan.

"Uh, yea, Honey, everything's fine. I'm just going over some notes in my head for a project I'm working on. Larry has me doing some crazy ad campaign and I'm just lost in my thoughts. I guess I didn't realize that I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry, what was your question?"

"It doesn't matter. I just couldn't figure out why you were staring at Madison. Is there anything you want to talk about?"

"Talk about? Lord no, Honey, like I said I was just thinking about work. I wasn't staring at anything really, just deep in thought, that's all." He resumed eating, keeping his eyes trained to his plate.

Working from home has been both a blessing and a curse. He enjoyed the freedom and lack of supervision from his boss, but being home meant he was spending a lot more time with his wife. Things haven't been good between them lately and now that they're together 24-7, tensions are even worse, especially with Madison acting up like she is.

Carl sat in his office, his only refuge from dealing with his wife, deep in thought about his daughter. It wasn't right what they were doing but somehow it didn't feel wrong. It wasn't incest because he hadn't actually touched her in a sexual way. He was just sort of using her for his selfish desires by encouraging her to have sex with various boys and masturbating to the stories. She's fucked thirty different boys in just over a month which is very impressive for any girl but more impressive because of her age.

His cock was hard again and straining for release. It was only 9:30 and Madison wouldn't be on line for another thirty minutes. He'd have to wait. She was in her room supposedly doing her homework but he had other ideas of what she was really doing. Based on her grades he doubted she was working on anything other than her pussy. She seems to really enjoy playing with herself and he enjoyed watching. He smiled thinking of the first time she showed him.

It was right after they met that she flashed him her pussy. She wasn't shy about it and she was the one to bring it up. Hovering above her camera, she gave him a gynecological view of her developing privates and even pushed the skin aside to show him her hole. The lack of a hymen proved that she wasn't a virgin, but had she had sex yet? At the time that was still unknown.

He wanted proof of her sexual prowess and dared her to put something inside. Over the next twenty minutes she shoved in everything from fingers, pens and a toothbrush to a pill bottle, a tube of tooth paste and the top end of a Coke bottle. He was convinced that she had in fact had sex. A virgin couldn't do that.

The next day Carl went shopping, looking for anything penis-shaped to bring home for her to use. Conveniently left where Madison could find them, he stocked the refrigerator with jumbo hotdogs, sausages, bratwursts, kielbasa, pepperoni sticks, bananas, cucumbers, and zucchinis, making sure to hand pick the biggest ones. Over the next few days he watched as she shoved each of them into her pussy and masturbated for his amusement. She was able to squeeze two pepperoni sticks inside of her at the same time, much to his pleasure.

He convinced her to break up with her boyfriend so that they could be exclusive. She blissfully did what he asked. When he asked for her address to send her a present, she didn't hesitate and gave it to him. Spending eighty dollars at the adult video store he drove out of town to mail her the eight-inch long, two inch diameter black dildo she's now using to fuck herself with. It was the closest one he could find to his true size but as black as coal. She questioned the color but he deflected her inquiry. Two weeks later he sent her a vibrator, much to her delight.

"Are you coming to bed?" he heard his wife's voice from the doorway. Lifting his head he turned his attention toward her and smiled, hoping to eliminate any concerns she may have. It's been about two months since he and Madison began playing their little sex games and he and Theresa only had sex once since then. He felt guilty about neglecting her, but could help it.

With Madison he felt exuberant and alive, more alive than any time with his wife so it made up for it. He looked at the clock and smiled. It was ten o'clock and time for Madison.

"Uh, not right now, Honey, I'm trying to get caught up on this ad campaign. I'll be there in a few minutes. Don't wait up for me."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"No, just go to bed. I'll be there shortly." She stood at the doorway, acting as if she wanted to say something but quietly left. Their fifteenth anniversary was a few weeks away and he'd do something to make up for ignoring her but for now, it was time to say good night to Madison.

"Hi luvr," the im box appeared as soon as he signed in. He knew she'd be waiting for him, she always was.

"Call me," he typed smirking. Quickly she dialed his number.

"Hey, slut," he answered recognizing her number.

"That's not very nice!" came her reply.

"Just kidding. Anyway I kinda like it."

"Like what?"

"That you're a slut." She didn't respond right away.

"You think I'm a slut?"

"Duh, what do you think? You've fucked 36 different guys, what do you think that makes you?" She didn't respond right away.

"I guess you're right," she replied sounding down.

"Hey, don't be sad. Like I said, I like it ... you're MY slut," he assured her.

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not."

"Maybe I shouldn't have sex with any more guys."

"WHAT?!? Are you crazy? Why not?"

"Cause that makes me a slut."

"Madison, I like that about you. You know how much I love you don't you? These guys you're fucking aren't really other guys, they're surrogate lovers, stand-ins for me, remember? Every time they fuck you it's really me making love to you, right? I explained that to you a long time ago, did you forget?"

"No, but you're not the only one who calls me that. Some kids at my school are saying that too."

"Don't worry about them, Babe, they just don't understand. You're my girl and until we can be together we'll have to keep doing it this way or we won't be able to have sex."

"When will that be?"

"Soon, Madison, very soon, I promise you but it's very hard right now," he said with a chuckle. "Speaking of being hard..."

"Are you ready for me to masturbate?"

"Always." Seconds later the cam request popped up on his screen. Smiling he clicked 'accept'.

Carl reached for his crusty cum rag, stiff from multiple ejaculations, and waited for her to begin. As her image appeared she was undressing, slipping her panties over her left foot before tossing them aside. Smiling she licked the palm and fingers of her right hand before sliding them between her legs. Carl moved closer, taking short breaths.

It appeared as if she was trying to scrub her pussy clean as her hand began flashing up and down her slit, becoming a blur from her exertion. Beads of sweat dotted her face as she gasped from whatever pleasure she derived from this activity. She was really going at it, the sounds of her moans audible over the phone.

"Put me inside of you!" he groaned, nearing his own climax. Reaching for the nightstand drawer she retrieved the chocolate dildo he so enjoyed watching her use. A few drops of lube on the tip and it quickly found its way inside of her, sliding in so deep it pushed her uterus upward. She grunted from the twinge but kept it buried inside as deep as she could get it. Matt liked it when she did that and this was for him.

"FUCK YOURSELF!" he shouted into the mouthpiece, his body trembling from excitement. He really enjoyed the evening sessions with her and wished that he could see it live. His cock began jerking, sending the first volley of cum under his desk, hitting the wall. As if trying to capture a killer bee, he threw the cloth over the tip of his cock just as the second stream blasted from the tip, soaking the cardboard stiff rag in the center. This was followed by two additional hard jerks.

His stare bored a hole into the screen as he continued gazing at the arousing way she fucked herself with the fake cock. She possessed star qualities and would put half of the porn stars to shame if she had the chance. Struggling to catch his breath he felt lightheaded as her pace quickened, angrily stabbing her pussy in rapid-fire succession.

Her left hand held the fake balls while her right held the base as she fed her hungry pussy as much of the latex shaft that it would take. All but a hand's thickness of the eight-inch phallus disappeared inside of her. Back and forth, over and over she fucked herself, wishing it was Matt fucking her instead. Her eyes were tightly closed as thoughts of her on-line lover filled her dreams.