Chapter 2

Friday evening, Roxy asked her dad if he was good to go twice on Saturday, once in the morning and again in the afternoon. Her group chat had lit up with horny high school graduates once Opal had confirmed Anne’s experience.

Saturday morning, Travis woke up to find the sense-blocking equipment already on him and someone riding him. “What a way to wake up...” he commented, but if the girl pleasuring herself on his dick replied, he couldn’t hear it. This one pulled his hands to her hips and he was happy to finally be able to interact with one of his anonymous lovers. She had flared hips, which narrowed the list down a little but not by much. Given that he had to pee, he was able to hold off cumming for a full half hour, during which she came at least four times before he grabbed her hips, pulled her down hard, and filled her pussy with hot sperm.

When he emerged from his bedroom, nobody was there. Where you at? he texted Roxy.

Out w ur cum recipient she replied back. bck l8r

He showered, shaved, and looked at himself in the mirror. Yep, not bad, he assured himself, though he noticed some gray hairs coming in at his temples. He wondered if he should buy some hair dye, but decided against it. ‘You’re only as old as the woman you feel,’ some asshole had said, which meant he felt 18 years old again.

Travis paused the show and looked over at his daughter as they sat on the sofa. “So, are you, like, my pimp now?”

“Wha--no! Why would you even...?” Then Roxy saw the smirk. “Oh, ha ha, Dad. No money has changed hands.”

“What? You don’t think women would pay for a piece of this?” He lifted his t-shirt to show some definition.

Roxy blocked the view. “Ugh! Dad!”

“Too bad ... was hoping you could pay for pizza tonight.”

“Nope! Still on you, breadwinner.”

He went to continue the show, but then stopped. “Uh ... how long till the next one arrives?”

“Lemme check...” Roxy pulled out her phone, then turned so he couldn’t see the screen. “We got a couple hours.”

“Okay, pizza time, then.” He pulled out his phone and dialed.

“Geez, Dad ... you can just order online.”

“Ehh, I like talking to people. Hey ... good, how are YOU doing? Cool, cool...”

Travis lay back on the bed again, waiting. He’d only had a couple pieces of ‘za so that his stomach wouldn’t look bloated. He was surprised when he felt someone flick the head of his erection. “Ah!”

That hand grabbed his shaft and started jacking it. Whoever this was, she was naughty and energetic. After a bit, she clambered astride his hips but in the reverse cowgirl position so she was facing his feet. Despite the lack of oral, his cock slipped inside her without difficulty. It wasn’t that she was loose, but very wet. Then she started riding him hard.

“Fuckin’ hell...” he moaned. If he hadn’t already had sex that morning, he probably would have popped off quickly. After a few minutes of this, he felt that she might have cum but it was hard to tell because she was moving so fast. She pulled off of him, the bed rocked a bit, and then she pulled on his arms, making him sit up and lean forward before she pulled him on top of her in the missionary position. It didn’t take much effort to slide himself back inside of her well-lubricated hole and start ramming, since she obviously liked it fast and hard.

She grabbed one of his hands and brought it to a boob. He gave it an experimental squeeze and figured it was a B-cup ... he wondered if this was hot blonde Jessamy ... was she a freak in bed? He would never know for sure with the blinders on, but he was definitely not going to take them off to find out and risk all of this ending. He held himself up on his other elbow and continued to ram into her while he groped her breast.

Then she wrapped her legs around him and used that leverage to smash her crotch up at him until he came, collapsing upon her as he blasted her insides with his second load of the day. He felt her body shaking with her final orgasm as his calmed. When he felt her relax, he pulled out and lay back once again.

“How’d it go?” Roxy asked.

“Fuckin’ awesome!” the blue haired, pierced-lipped Zara responded as she pulled her crop top back on. “Thanks for the ride, Rox!” The tight-bodied young woman gave her friend an air kiss and then headed off.

Roxy opened her dad’s door and stopped. He was laying there with his mouth open, softly snoring. She took a moment to examine his floppy penis, which wasn’t much smaller in its current state. Then she shook her head, pulled the earmuffs and goggles off of him, and turned the lights off as she left.

On the next weekend, Opal, nervously awaiting her period after her accident with Mr. Bell, asked to go again. This time the brown-haired, pear-shaped girl used a lubricated condom right away, which helped with getting his sizeable cock inside her tight pussy, but it definitely didn’t feel as good as the first time without it. In the half hour she fucked him, she only had one small orgasm before he grunted and filled the prophylactic. After she pulled it off, she dipped her finger inside to extract some of the fascinating stuff and gave it a lick. It was kind of salty but not really her thing.

“Everything okay?” Roxy asked her friend after she exited his bedroom.

“Um, yeah ... I don’t think I’m gonna do that anymore, if that’s okay.”

“Oh! Uh, sure ... did he do something wrong?”

Opal thought back to when the handsome man had filled her up with his dangerous load over a week previous and shuddered. “No, it’s me.” She didn’t trust herself to not have sex with him without a condom again, so she’d remove the temptation.

But the damage was done. Within a day of Opal’s first fuck, Travis Bell’s sperm had swarmed her vulnerable egg and it had quickly yielded to the onslaught. A little later, the fertilized ovum had implanted itself in the wall of the former virgin’s womb, impregnating her.

Weeks passed. Travis was kept very busy satisfying a gaggle of teenage girls without knowing which of his daughter’s friends’ bodies he had his cock inside. Sometimes he felt like a piece of meat, but then he shook his head ... what man wouldn’t want regular sex with hot 18-year-olds, even if he couldn’t see them? There were blind people that had sex and probably didn’t feel unfulfilled. He told himself that he was just being a big baby.

He had figured out when some of them visited him again, especially the one who started every session by flicking the head of his cock. She let him manhandle her, though never allowing a kiss. The one with the super tight pussy had only fucked him the once, although there was the only one who used a condom who had been pretty tight as well, but she hadn’t come back either. The one with the flared hips liked him grabbing them and pulling her down hard onto his prong while he filled her up. There were others, but without sight or sound, and with his sense of touch limited to only what they allowed, he couldn’t figure out any other patterns.

Whenever one of his daughter’s friends came over he caught himself watching them just a little too long, trying to spot any clues to the puzzle, but he remembered Roxy mentioning that her friends didn’t want him looking at them weird -- the whole point of the blinders and earmuffs -- so he stopped doing that.

“I’m putting on a ‘farewell’ party for you and your friends before you all head off to university, so anything special you want?” he asked his daughter.

She chewed her lip. “Booze?”

“Definitely not!”

“Aww.”

“Seriously, Rox, if I get into trouble with the cops I’ll lose my job.”

“Okay ... hmm ... lemme get back to you, then.”

“Byeee!”

“Bye...” Roxy waved as a few of her friends left the party. She missed Opal, who had rather abruptly moved to Canada to live with extended family a few weeks previous.

She closed the front door and headed into her bedroom before yelling out, “Okay, girls!”

Her remaining friends, in bathing suits, quickly met her there. Roxy reached under her bed and pulled out a tray of brownies. “Zara’s brother -- you know the one -- sent her these.”

Anne grabbed one. “Pot brownies?” Zara nodded. “Nice!” She quickly scoffed hers down. The other girls did the same, all but one.

“Mia?” Roxy asked Anne’s cousin, another curvy 18-year-old ash blonde.

“I’m already nervous ... I don’t think I should...” Mia had always had a crush on Mr. Bell, so when she overheard her cousin talking about what would happen at Roxy’s party, she’d asked to be a part of it.

“Okay, we’ll wrap one up for you later, then. Heh, speaking of wrapping things up, or not in this case...” She stepped out of her room. “Hey, Dad!” Then she turned back. “Hide those!” she hissed, and the brownies were slipped back under her bed.

“Yo!” Travis stepped out of the kitchen, wearing a tight golf shirt and cargo shorts, and headed to Roxy’s door. “My 7-layer dip is ready. What’s up? Where’s everyone else?” he added, noting that only four teen girls remained.

“They left so we could start the second half of the party,” Roxy informed him. “For the rest of the night, you can fuck any of my friends here.”

His eyes widened as they took in the smorgasbord of teenaged female flesh before him. “Oh.”

“No condoms required ... just take them as you like, except don’t cum inside Mia,” Roxy gestured toward the girl and she smiled sweetly.

“Um, Rox, I’m not a porn star. Three girls...”

She held up a little blue pill. “Take this.” He quickly did so.

“Me first!” Zara called out and the fit, blue-haired girl stepped forward, flicked at his shorts where the tip of his erection was already making itself known, and then leapt onto him, wrapping her legs around his midsection.

He recognized that flick. “It’s you!” After Jessamy -- who wasn’t there, he noted -- Zara was probably the hottest of his daughter’s friends, with her pierced lips and crazy hair colors.

“It me,” she meme-sponded and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth carefully to avoid messing up her piercings.

Travis stepped forward and dropped the girl onto the bed, practically ripping her bikini top off in his eagerness to devour her B-cup breasts.

“Um ... are we just gonna watch?” Mia asked as Mr. Bell pulled down his cargo shorts and got in between Zara’s legs.

“I guess?” Anne responded.

Roxy shrugged, her face blushing. “Unless someone wants to join me in eating some 7-layer dip.” She took a step toward the door but nobody followed. She stopped, staring in awe at her father’s amazing cock as it slipped inside her friend’s wet pussy.

Zara rammed her hips up at Travis until she came hard. Then she pushed him onto his back and clambered astride him. Once his cock was firmly ensconced within her sexy body again, she slowed down and kissed him some more. “Couldn’t do that when you were blindfolded,” she revealed, “you’d have known it was me.”

He looked at her pierced lips. “Right...” Then he realized that the other girls were still there, including his daughter, watching with wide eyes. He could have told them to leave, but as Zara moved upon him, he just ... didn’t. Instead, he moved his palms to the girl’s breasts and tweaked her nipples.

“That’s ... really fucking big...” Mia whispered to her lookalike cousin.

Anne leaned in conspiratorially. “Yeah, but it’s not so thick that it’s scary ... it goes in easy, and feels so damn good.”

Roxy overheard this and realized that she was unconsciously rubbing her own thighs together. She quickly left the room before anyone noticed. A few minutes later, she heard Zara cum again, followed shortly by her father bellowing out his own release. Feeling very strange indeed, she went out to the pool to cool off.

Travis had a brief nap in his daughter’s bed before he got up and dressed again. Feeling like a rooster in a henhouse, he went and had some chips with dip in the kitchen. Then, as he stepped into the living room, he stopped at the sight of Anne’s bubbly butt sticking out as she rifled through the sofa cushions. Smiling, he unfastened his shorts and moved forward.