Chapter 3

"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 from running!" 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."