Butt Fucking His Best Friends Daughter

Title: “Incestual Indulgence – A gut-wrenching, terminal penetration”

The sun-dappled streets of Lisbon were abuzz with its usual cacophony of sounds and smells. Yet amidst the hustle and bustle, a house on a quiet side street remained silent, an oasis of tranquility. Inside, a man could be heard grunting, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His name was Miguel, a 35-year-old divorcee, a regular guy who worked a regular job. But on this particular day, he was anything but regular.

Miguel was hunched over the kitchen counter, his pants bunched around his ankles. Behind him, the victim of his deviant desire, his best friend’s 18-year-old daughter, Joana, stood with an expression of pained resignation. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, her panties in shreds on the floor. Miguel’s beefy hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust into her repeatedly, grunting like a beast in heat.

Joana whimpered each time Miguel’s thick, veiny cock bottomed out inside her, stretching her tight teenage hole to its limit. Tears glistened in her big, innocent eyes as she tried to hold back the pain. “It’s too big,” she whined, “You’re tearing me apart.”

But Miguel was too far gone to care. His lust had consumed him, eaten away at his morality until only a shell remained, a ravenous beast driven by instinct alone. He pounded into Joana’s tender flesh with animalistic fervor, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge. The wet slaps of flesh against flesh echoed obscenely in the quiet house, a testament to his vigorous rutting.

Joana’s natural tits bounced wildly with each thrust, her hard nipples grazing the cold, unyielding surface of the countertop. She bit her lip hard, tasting blood, determined not to cry out. She prayed the old man in the house next door wouldn’t hear, wouldn’t come investigating. The humiliation would be too much to bear.

But Miguel wasn’t done with her yet. He wanted to feel her come undone, wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from her reluctant body. He slipped a hand around to her front, his calloused fingers seeking out her sensitive pearl. He rubbed furiously, pinching and twisting, trying to coax an orgasm from her.

“I can’t,” Joana gasped, “I don’t want to.” She tried to squirm away, but Miguel’s weight pinned her in place, his cock buried deep inside her clenching heat.

“Come on, sweet thing,” Miguel growled in her ear, “I know you love this. You’re craving my big, fat cock.”

He rubbed harder, his hips never stopping their relentless piston-like motion. Joana felt a familiar heat building in her core, her body betraying her as it responded to Miguel’s skillful touch. She shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face.

“No, no, no,” she whimpered, but her body was building to a crest. Her breathing became ragged, her nails scrabbling against the countertop. And then, with a muffled cry, she shattered, her walls clenching around Miguel’s cock in rhythmic spasms.

Miguel grunted triumphantly, his thrusts becoming erratic as her orgasm triggered his own. With a final, bone-jarring thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and let go, his cock pulsing as it emptied its seed inside her receptive womb.

For a long moment, they remained frozen in place, breathing heavily as the aftershocks of their coupling subsided. Then, slowly, Miguel pulled out, his softening cock slipped from Joana’s battered hole with a gush of their combined fluids.

Joana slumped forward, her arms barely holding her up. She felt dirty, used, utterly violated. She clenched her legs together, trying to hold Miguel’s essence inside her, determined not to let it seep out and stain the floor.

Miguel, meanwhile, made himself decent, tucking his spent cock back into his pants and zipping up. He looked at Joana’s crumpled form with a mix of satisfaction and disgust. He had taken what he wanted, used her for his pleasure, and now he was done with her. He wasn’t going to hang around and try to comfort her or lie about his feelings. He had an appointment to get to anyway.

He turned his back on the weeping girl and walked out of the house, shutting the door with a soft click. Joana was left alone, the victim of a cruel, incestuous violation, her life forever changed by a few minutes of brutal, animalistic sex.

In the coming days and weeks, she would have to figure out how to move on, how to put this traumatic experience behind her. She would have to find a way to forgive herself for her body’s betrayal, for the pleasure she had unwittingly felt.

But for now, all she could do was curl up in a ball and cry, the sticky essence of her father’s best friend leaking from her battered hole, a testament to the horrifying ordeal she had just endured.