Chapter 8
I stumbled downstairs, legs still shaky, the taste of Stacy's bowels and Mia's wrecked hole lingering on my tongue. The kitchen was a battlefield--table slick with our mess, the air heavy with sex and that sharp, primal stink from Mia's stunt. My cock hung half-hard, twitching at the memory of Stacy's parting shot: "I've got something in my bag you're gonna love." My mind spun straight to the obvious--a thick dildo, maybe ribbed, something she'd strap on and ram into me, bending me over the counter while Mia watched. The thought made my gut clench, half dread, half want, but I wasn't sure I was ready for that plunge.
Upstairs, I heard Mia's sniffles turn to a low whimper, the faint clatter of her cleaning up her mess under Stacy's orders. Then footsteps--Stacy's, heavy and deliberate, coming down the stairs. She strode into the kitchen, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, that smirk still plastered on her face. Her ass swayed, the oily gape still visible when she turned, a faint sheen of coconut oil catching the light. She dropped the bag on the table with a thud, unzipping it slow, her eyes locked on mine.
"Sit, Dad," she said, voice smooth and commanding. "You're gonna want a front-row seat for this."
I sank into a chair, my breath hitching as she reached into the bag. The way she moved--confident, teasing--screamed dildo. I braced myself, picturing her pulling out some monstrous silicone cock, maybe black and veiny, ready to fuck me into next week. My hole clenched instinctively, and I swallowed hard, caught between panic and a sick curiosity.
But then she laughed--a low, wicked sound--and pulled out something else entirely. Not a dildo. A speculum. Not some dainty medical toy either--this thing was huge, industrial, the metal gleaming cold and unforgiving, with a hollow core big enough to see straight through. My jaw dropped. Stacy twirled it in her hand, the jaws clacking open and shut, and grinned. "Not for you, Dad. Not yet. This is for that filthy little slut upstairs."
Mia's footsteps padded down the stairs then, hesitant, her head bowed as she shuffled into the room. Her face was flushed, streaked with tears from Stacy's tongue-lashing, her anus still a swollen, red mess peeking between her cheeks. She froze when she saw the speculum, eyes widening, a mix of fear and something darker flickering in them.
"Get over here, you nasty bitch," Stacy snapped, pointing to the table. "On your back, legs up--now." Mia obeyed, scrambling up, her movements shaky as she lay flat, pulling her knees to her chest. Her cunt and arse were fully exposed, the hairy pits under her arms glistening with sweat. Stacy stepped between her legs, smacking her thigh hard. "You think you're hot shit, making Dad cum with that disgusting little display? Let's see how you like this."
She grabbed the jar of coconut oil from the counter--Mia's earlier contribution--and scooped a thick glob, slathering it over the speculum's jaws until they dripped. Then she turned to Mia's arse, rubbing a greasy handful into her crack, fingers plunging into her still-gaping hole. Mia whimpered, her rim pulsing under the touch, already loose from earlier but tightening reflexively as Stacy worked the oil in deep.
"Relax, you dirty whore," Stacy hissed, positioning the speculum at Mia's anus. "This is gonna stretch that shitty hole wide open--let Dad see what a freak you really are." She pushed, slow and deliberate, the cold metal parting Mia's puffy rim. It resisted at first, the crimson ring bloating outward, then gave--a slick schlick as the jaws sank in, her anus stretching into a taut, glistening oval around the steel.
Mia gasped, her body jerking, but Stacy didn't stop. She cranked the handle, the speculum opening wider, forcing Mia's hole into a gaping, hollow tunnel. The rim distended further, puffing out into a thick, meaty donut, the inner walls pink and slick, quivering under the strain. "Fuck--Stace--it's too much!" Mia whined, her voice breaking, but her cunt dripped, betraying her.
