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.
"Harder, Daddy--wreck my shitter!" Mia begged, grinding back, her asshole swallowing my tongue whole. I could see it now--her ring bloating outward, a distended, crimson starfish throbbing around me, every wrinkle stretched taut. Stacy twisted, watching over her shoulder, her hand plunging between her legs to frig her clit. "Look at that fat fucking hole, Dad," she panted. "You made it like that--now make mine match."
I pulled back, Mia's anus winking shut with a slick slurp, and turned to Stacy. She bent lower, ass high, and I grabbed her cheeks, spreading them until her hole started to bloom. It was tighter than Mia's, resisting at first, but I pressed my thumbs to either side, prying it open. "Fuck--yes!" Stacy hissed, and I watched, mesmerized, as her anus stretched--slowly at first, then faster, the pink center dilating into a wide, pulsing cavern, the rim puffing out into a thick, meaty donut. I spat into it, the glob landing deep, and shoved two fingers in, twisting hard. Her walls clamped, then loosened, and I added a third, stretching her further until her asshole gaped like Mia's--a swollen, distended wreck, red and raw and beautiful.
Mia hopped down, dropping beside me, her eyes wild. "More, Daddy--fist her!" she urged, then darted to the bathroom cupboard, yanking it open. She grabbed a jar of coconut oil, scooping a thick dollop with her fingers. "Here, Daddy," she purred, smearing the greasy, fragrant mess over my hand, coating every knuckle until it glistened. Then she turned to Stacy, slathering the oil across her ass, rubbing it into her crack and massaging her puffy rim until it shone. "Make her take it all, Daddy--she's ready."
Stacy groaned, nodding frantically. "Do it, Dad--get in there deep!" I hesitated, but the sight of her bloated, oil-slick anus--pulsing and gleaming--broke me. I balled my hand, the coconut oil dripping between my fingers, and pushed. Her rim fought me, stretching wide, the oily sheen catching the light as it flared into a thick, crimson ring. Then it gave--a slow, wet schlup as my knuckles sank in, her hole swallowing me to the wrist.