My Daughter's Freay Friend

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.

"Shut up," Stacy barked, cranking it another notch. The speculum stretched her arse to obscene limits, the hollow core revealing deep into her rectum--glistening, pulsing, a faint sheen of oil and slime coating the walls. "Look at that, Dad," Stacy said, stepping aside so I could see. "Her nasty guts, all spread out for you. Bet you wanna stick your tongue in there again."

I leaned closer, mesmerized. Mia's anus was a bloated, distended wreck, the speculum holding it wide--a fat, crimson tube framing the dark, wet depths of her bowels. The scent hit me--earthy, musky, mixed with the sweet coconut oil--and my cock surged back to life, throbbing against my thigh. Mia moaned, her hands gripping her knees, her face twisted in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Daddy--fuck--it's so open--can you see inside me?"

"Every fucking inch," I rasped, my voice hoarse, my eyes locked on the pulsing tunnel. Stacy smirked, grabbing Mia's hair and yanking her head up to look at me. "Tell him what a filthy slut you are," she ordered. "Tell him how much you love this."

"I--I'm a filthy slut, Daddy," Mia choked out, her body trembling as the speculum held her arse agape. "I love it--love you seeing my dirty hole stretched--fuck, it's so good!" Stacy laughed, releasing her, and turned to me, her hand brushing my cock, teasing. But then a pressure hit me--sharp, urgent, my bladder full from all the chaos. An idea sparked, dark and sudden, and I stood, my cock bobbing free.

"Hold her open, Stacy," I growled, stepping between Mia's legs. Stacy's eyes lit up, wicked and knowing, as I aimed my cock at the speculum's hollow core. Mia's gape pulsed, the tunnel glistening, and I let go--a hot, golden stream of piss arcing straight into her stretched arse. It splashed against her inner walls, filling the speculum, a wet hiss echoing as the liquid pooled deep in her bowels.

"Fuck--Daddy!" Mia wailed, her body jerking, her cunt spasming as the warm flood hit her insides. "You're pissing in me--oh, shit, it's so fucking full!" The speculum held it all, her anus a distended, crimson frame around the swirling mess, the oil-slick rim quivering as my stream kept coming. Stacy cackled, cranking the speculum wider, stretching Mia's hole even more, the piss sloshing inside her, a faint gurgle rising from her guts.

"Take it, you nasty little pig," Stacy sneered, smacking Mia's thigh. "Daddy's marking your filthy hole--look at it sloshing in there!" Mia's moans turned to sobs, her body shaking, her arse a bloated, pulsing wreck as my piss overflowed, trickling down her crack and dripping onto the table. I shook off the last drops, my cock still hard, and stepped back, staring at the obscene sight--Mia's gaping anus, stretched wide by the speculum, brimming with my piss, her inner walls twitching and slick.

Stacy grinned, her hand brushing my shoulder. "Enjoying this, Dad?" she purred, then sighed, her energy shifting. "Fuck, we're a mess." She cranked the speculum shut, pulling it free with a wet schlup, Mia's anus winking shut but still swollen, a faint gurgle rumbling inside her. "Hold it in, you little slut," Stacy snapped, grabbing a bowl from the counter. "Bend over--let it out here."

Mia whimpered, sliding off the table and bending forward, her arse high. Stacy positioned the bowl beneath her, and Mia groaned, her rim pulsing as she relaxed. A slow trickle of piss started, then a gush--hot and golden, splashing into the bowl with a wet plink, the sharp scent hitting the air again. Stacy smirked, steadying the bowl as it filled, Mia's body trembling with the release. "Good girl," Stacy muttered, setting the brimming bowl aside when it stopped. "Now let's clean up."

We trudged upstairs, the three of us silent, spent. The bathroom was still steamy from earlier, and Stacy turned on the water, hot and hard. We piled in together, no words, just the sound of the spray hitting tile. Stacy soaped up Mia's back, her hands rough but steady, washing away the oil and lingering piss. Mia stood there, head bowed, letting it happen. I grabbed the soap next, running it over Stacy's shoulders, feeling the tension in her muscles ease. She turned, took it from me, and scrubbed my chest, her touch firm but not cruel. We rinsed off, the water swirling with the last of our filth, and stepped out, dripping and raw.

No one spoke as we grabbed towels, drying off in a daze. Stacy led the way to my room, her steps heavy, and climbed into my bed, pulling the covers back. Mia followed, collapsing beside her, her body curling into Stacy's side. I stood there, watching them, then slid in on Mia's other side. The bed creaked under us, the sheets cool against our skin. Stacy's arm draped over Mia, her breath slowing, and Mia's hand brushed mine, a small, tired grip. I stared at the ceiling, my mind blank, their warmth seeping into me as we drifted off, tangled and exhausted, the chaos of the day fading into silence.