All characters are 18 years and older.
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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.
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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..."
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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!"
