Friends and Daughters, part 1 - Sex Stories

Friends and Daughters, part 1

I needed a set of metric wrenches to change some parts on my foreign car and I knew Andy had some so I stepped across my yard to my best friend’s house to borrow them. I didn't bother knocking, Andy and I had been best buds since we could toddle, we grew up, went to school and college together then after we married we bought homes side by side. I wasn't expecting to encounter hot sex when I went into his house but when I stepped around the door I saw him standing with his back to me, his pants around his ankles fucking someone bent over the back of an easy chair. I couldn't see her face but I knew immediately it wasn't his wife Sybil. I knew for certain she wasn't home; she was out with my wife, they had gone to some holiday sale in town. His cock was plunging into someone much younger than us, I could tell by the taut smooth skin of her thighs, the firm round tightness of the ass he was holding. As his cock slammed the girl, she was gasping, keening softly, I could tell she was enjoying his hard pounding shaft, he most definitely wasn't r****g her. It flashed through my mind that the only other female that could have been in his house just then was his own daughter, a sixteen year old sweetheart that had transformed from an awkward tomboy to a beautiful young woman in the last two years. I shook myself out of my shocked stillness and stepped quickly back around the corner, unsure of what to do. I saw my best friend fucking his baby with my own eyes but I couldn't believe ...

... it. What the hell kind of fucking pervert was Andy? I heard the girl cry out just as the noise of their fucking increased to a steady applause of slapping bodies, she wailed her orgasm into the room while he huffed deep gulps of cool air. I fled his house, hoping he didn't realize I'd just seen him fucking his girl Sally. I retreated to my garage to think, the shock of what I'd witnessed wouldn't wear off. Ten minutes later I was leaning on the back of my car thinking hard when a car pulled up in front of Andy's house. I watched as Sally got out of it, kissed her boyfriend goodbye then went into the house. Sally? If that was Sally, who the hell was Andy fucking? For the next half hour I was in a stupor, barely aware of what I was doing as I wondered who Andy had bent over the chair. I knew only two things, she was young and she liked what they were doing. Even though I was vastly relieved it was not my Goddaughter he was screwing, I was still stupefied that he was cheating on Sybil. I finally shook the numbness from my mind and started working on the car again. Just as I opened the hood to get at the engine I noticed Sally and my daughter Carol come out of Andy's house, hug quickly then split, Sally back into the house, Carol crossed the yard and went into our home. Sally and Carol are just two months apart in age and grew up side by side, they are as close as Andy and me. When the hell did Carol get home and how did I miss her going to see her best friend? I didn't. I couldn't ...