Exit Stage Right

I spent the night at my other house (I didn't feel comfortable doing anything with Sarah or Ashley after that, but I was horny, so Sharon got her world rocked well into the night). I heard later that it was while taking her morning shower that Sarah realized I had taken off her restriction. Apparently the whole house could hear her friging herself like crazy in the shower. Eventually, Charlie had gone up and banged on the door. "I know you are having fun, but you do have to get going, dear. It's your last day at the office, and also I would like a shower at some point. If you're that ****, please just have your father pound you into his desk at work. Some of us have things to do besides listen to you orgasm for an hour straight." Sarah had come out shortly thereafter, looking a bit embarrassed. "Honestly honey, you are going to be living in a dorm in few days. I doubt the other girls will appreciate you taking up the shower this way. At least use your own room so you're not in other people's way."

"UW has bathrooms in each room," Sarah replied sheepishly.

"That's nice dear, then I'm sure your roommate won't appreciate it. Or at least not unless you are railing her hard with that real-dick we got you," Charlie replied, shooing Sarah to her room. Sarah did end up coming a bit late, and looking flushed, but did not end up having me do her on my desk.

As this was the last day for the kids (Thomas and Elizabeth were getting a couple days off before school started), we had a little impromptu lunch party. There was cake. Michelle told them they could come back next summer if they wanted. Wendy (who was today a muscular nordic blonde in a skin tight white lycra 80s workout unitard and majorly poofed curls) reminded everyone that she was doing a fitness hour later in the day. Several people confirmed they were coming. Wendy always fit in no matter who she was that day, including some subtle changes like having her schedule various things people would suddenly always have been planning to take part in.

Of course, I made sure to come by. And of course, whenever Wendy did things, there was always a sexual bent. Today she was giving a thourough guided workout, 80s style, always with men and women paired, and which somehow, without compromising the exercise itself, involved the men and women alternately thrusting themselves into or onto the other with each rep, all while clad in conveniently crotchless (and for women breast exposing) 80s style spandex workout outfit that I was sure not one of them actually owned a normal version of. The men did pushups while the women did crotch thrusts, all perfectly synced and never having any trouble hitting target as hard dicks were sheathed and unsheathed. The women did hand stands, deep throating the men with each dip, as the guys planked. The men used weights shaped like dildos to do front raises, plunging them into the women with each rep, while the women used them as exercise horses, pulling themselves up onto their shoulders while pressing and rubbing their boobs into the guys' faces. All of this while copiously orgasming, of course, and all of it in the staff rec area, open for anyone to see as they walked by going about their business like nothing was happening. I didn't end up participating directly, but Valley got a mouth full sucking me off multiple times while we watched, and I railed her against the doorframe.

After work was fairly normal. We were packing up Sarah's car (though of course getting everything in was easier than normal since the actual interior size of the car was irrelevant, and no one got tired from all the lifting). I considered having some fun, but instead we just had a thoroughly pleasant, normal evening as a family, complete with us all gathering to watch a movie. The next morning, everyone but Sarah slept in a bit. She had to leave before lunch to make her first hotel (it only occurred to me when I got up I could have used the same trick I did when going to Tom O'Malley's house to just make her trip only take an hour despite the distance, but at this point everything was all planned and it would make things weird, so I left it alone). Thomas said goodbye to his sister early and hopped a bus to my other house to help out Cassie and Elizabeth.

When the time came, and everything was all set, Charlie and I hugged Sarah goodbye. She turned to get in the car, but before she could, Charlie stopped her. "Sarah Mallory, I raised you better than this. You are off to college, we won't see you for who knows how long. How dare you leave with giving your father a farewell fuck!" Before Sarah could respond, Charlie walked up to her, gripped her t-shirt, and somehow, in one motion, and without even touching anything else, ripped all of Sarah's clothing off in one move, shredding t-shirt, her bra, her skintight jeans, and her panties into invisible particles, leaving her standing completely nude in our driveway except for her sneakers and socks.

"MOM!!" Sarah screamed in shock, reaching to cover herself. "Now none of that dear, lean on the car and let your father get his goodbye reaming in," Charlie replied, and Sarah, despite herself, leaning over the car, pressing her boobs into the hood and presenting her ass to me. My dick was of course rock hard, showing proudly through my suddenly crotchless jeans. I went up to Sarah, and without preamble hilted myself in her hard, sending her into an immediate orgasm, her body shaking so hard she would have fallen if not for my dick holding her up. "Oh daddy yes so good so long!!!" she cried, unheeding that we were in public. I fucked her hard into the hood, shaking the entire car, while Charlie looked on proudly.

"Oh why hello Charlie, Tom, Sarah. Nice weather today ain't it?" A male voice said. As I kept railing Sarah, who by this point was beyond noticing anything but my cock in her cunt, I looked over to see Mr. Laningbrewer, one of our neighbors, standing at the top of the drive way. "Fine day for a car fuck, I'd say," he added.

"Sarah's heading out to college, so Tom's saying goodbye," Charlie put in, drawing an acknowledgment from our neighbor. "Mighty fine girl you done raised there. It's so nice to see youth today learning proper manners. My own granddaughter sure wouldn't be bothered to strip and let her own daddy blow her mind before taking a trip, I'll tell ya. Youth today," he lamented. "Well, I gotta be heading to the doctor. Enjoy yah self at college," he added to Sarah, as she obliviously kept shouting about how good I was fucking her. Before he could leave, I pulled out and flipped her over before going back at it, enjoying the view as her tits swayed back and forth as she slid along the car hood. "Wowee, if only I was a youngun I bet that fine pair would give me a stiffy but good," Mr. Laningbrewer commented as he headed off down the block. I kept pounding Sarah through a few more orgasms before I pulled out, jerking myself and cumming (for the fourth or fifth time) all over her body as she bonelessly slid to the driveway pavement, panting. She lay there for a few minutes catching her breath, glistening with cum.

"Are you trying to make me regret leaving?" Sarah finally got out after she finally caught her breath. It took a few tries for her to stand up, as her legs kept giving way; with each attempt, the cum on her body morphed into a clothing item, so that when she was at last back on her feet she was again dressed as she had been, clean and not showing any sign of spending a half hour getting fucked hard on her car, other than still breathing hard.

"Just one for the road," I replied with a chuckle. "I'm sure you'll find your own fun at school," I added. "The regular way, of course," I put in, letting her know I wouldn't be helping out. (I probably would anyway but I didn't want her to be expecting it.)

"Now now, dear, time to get going,", Charlie put in. "You don't want to get the the hotel too late."

Sarah looked longing at me for a second, then nostalgically at the house for a bit, and opened the door. "Bye mom. Bye dad," she said. She ducked in, lining up the dick shifter with her pants, which gave way to allow it through, hilting herself. She lowered the window and waved, then leaned over to push start on the nav system. As the autodildo started pounding her, the car pulled out, and her eyes went wide. "Daaaadddd, what the fuuuuuuuuuck..." she cried out through the window in shock as the car pulled out and began driving itself down the street and into her cunt, the window raising up and all of them opaquing so no one could see her being fucked by what appeared to be a hologram of a young Brad Pitt as the car drove itself. She was going to have a good couple of days driving. Charlie and I went inside to have lunch.