Sarah lay on the bed watching Jack get up and get dressed. She took this last chance to appreciate his manly muscular body and that wonderful cock which was already semi hard. She quickly jumped out of bed, only for her legs to buckle and she fell to the floor. She hadn't realised that Jack's pounding would have such a large effect on her, even after a night's sleep. She uneasily got to her feet and slid on her thong, only now noticing that her whole pussy was glowing bright pink. She put on her bra and felt her sore pussy muscles clench a little as her still sensitive nipples grazed against the lace fabric. After putting on her dress she decided against the heels since she could barely walk as it was.
Jack and Sarah shared one last toe-curling kiss as they exited the room. As Sarah stepped into the hallway she felt strange, almost like last night was a dream. In the bedroom she experienced ecstasy she never thought possible. Now she had left the room she felt life had just returned to normal. She was just Sarah again, an average 18-year-old girl. Certainly not the tigress who now had a penchant for older, experienced men and had spent last night getting fucked senseless and gushing all over the bed. As she limped down the hallway she saw a door open and her dad walk out, she was about to say hello when she saw Amy grab him by the collar and give him a passionate kiss. She was surprised at how that made her feel. Old Sarah would have been grossed out, but she now felt happy for her dad. She decided to leave them to it and wait by the front door. She slowly began to descend the stairs, very much aware that if she moved any faster she was likely to fall flat on her face. As she waited by the door Darren approached her
"Did you have a good night Sarah?"
"Yes I did thank you," replied Sarah suddenly feeling slightly shy for some reason.
"Hehe yes, I could tell by the way you were limping downstairs. The sign of a happy girl."
"Umm yeah hehe," Sarah blushed.
"Well thank you for coming Sarah and I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Hopefully we can have another party soon."
Darren left to speak to her father who had just come downstairs himself. After exchanging pleasantries they shook hands and he walked up to Sarah.
"Um good night honey?" Richard asked, unsure of what the common protocol for a father asking his own daughter if she had had a good fucking.
"Yes thank you dad. Did you?"
"Yes, it was amazing," Richard replied awkwardly, still unsure to what his daughter really thought about him fucking a girl her age. "Shall we go?" He asked as he opened the door.
Sarah stared at the gravel driveway. There was no way she could walk over those sharp stones in her bare feet. And there was absolutely no way she would be able to walk in her heels.
"Umm dad, I'm not walking so good this morning. Could you carry me?"
"O-of course Sarah," Richard stuttered trying to force his brain not to consider the obvious answer of the question: 'why can't my daughter walk properly?'.
Richard lifted her in his arms and carried her to the car. Sarah wrapped her arm round his shoulder hugging him slightly. She loved her dad so much and was so grateful that he introduced her to this club.
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I know what you're asking- what did Richard do at the party? What did the other daughters look like? Worry not, chapter 3 will cover Richard's experience of the same night, and will begin at the car journey to Darren's house. I leave it To your own Imagination Guys