The bathroom was a steam-choked haze, the air thick with the musk of wet skin and Stacy's cunt still clinging to Mia's face. I stood there, cock in hand, jeans puddled around my ankles, staring at them--my daughter, naked and unashamed, water beading on her dark bush and those hard, rosy nipples; Mia, on her knees, grinning like a feral little beast, her lips glossy with Stacy's juices. Stacy's words hung between us--"Enjoying the show?"--and Mia's tug on my jeans was a fucking siren call. "Come play, Daddy," she'd said, and my resolve was ash.
I stepped forward, kicking my jeans off, my cock bobbing heavy and slick with precum. Stacy smirked, leaning back against the shower wall, spreading her legs wide. "Knew you couldn't resist, Dad," she said, her voice low and taunting. "All those nights I heard you wanking--grunting like a pig--I knew you'd fuck us eventually."
Mia giggled, scrambling to her feet and pressing herself against Stacy, their wet bodies sliding together. "Let's give him what he writes about, Stace," she purred, grabbing Stacy's ass and spreading her cheeks. Stacy moaned, arching her back, and there it was--her asshole, tight and pink, winking at me as water trickled down her crack. "Look at that, Daddy," Mia cooed. "Your little girl's dirty hole--bet you've dreamed of stretching it wide."
My mouth went dry, but my cock surged, a bead of precum dripping to the tile. I dropped to my knees behind Stacy, my hands shaking as I gripped her hips. Her scent hit me--sweaty, sour, a faint tang of ass that made my head spin. I leaned in, nose brushing her crack, and inhaled deep, savoring the raw, animal stink of her. "Fuck, Stacy," I rasped, my tongue flicking out, grazing her pucker. It twitched under me, soft and warm, and I pressed harder, licking slow circles around the crinkled rim.
"Oh, shit--yes, Dad!" Stacy groaned, shoving her ass back against my face. "Tongue me like you tongued her--get in there!" I obeyed, stiffening my tongue and pushing past her tight ring, feeling it give way, hot and slick inside. Her walls pulsed around me, and I thrust deeper, tasting the faint bitterness of her depths, my nose buried in her hairy crack.
Mia wasn't idle. She climbed onto the shower ledge, squatting over Stacy's back, her own ass hovering inches from my head. "My turn, Daddy," she whined, reaching back to spread herself wide. Her asshole was a fucking masterpiece--still swollen from earlier, a puffy, blood-red ring jutting out like a ripe fruit, the center gaping just enough to show the pink tunnel inside. "Stretch me again--make it hurt."
I pulled out of Stacy's ass with a wet pop, her hole clenching shut, and turned to Mia. Her anus pulsed as I stared, a tiny fart escaping with a sharp pfft, the smell hitting me--pungent, earthy, pure Mia. I grabbed her cheeks, yanking them apart until her hole distended further, the rim stretching into a thick, rubbery oval, the inner walls glistening with her own slickness. "Fucking hell," I muttered, diving in, my tongue spearing her open gape. It was looser than Stacy's, hotter, and I forced it deeper, feeling her rectum quiver as she squealed.