Damn it Layla

Author's Note: While this chapter touches on the incest relationship between Layla and her father it has more of a watersports fetish theme to it. There are some tasty plot tidbits so I've marked a line where it changes over. Enjoy!

"Damn it, Layla!" I swore under my breath as I fell asleep to the fantasies of her that played in my head. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any kinkier!"

It had been quite the night, and although I had no part in the festivities, relegated to that of a casual spectator, I didn't have a problem with that. It allowed me to witness some of the most debaucherously hedonistic things I've seen from anyone, let alone my own daughter. But let's pick up where I left off after Layla and I blurred the lines a couple of weeks ago:

We agreed to keep things between us for now, seeing how this, whatever this was, played out. That wasn't to say that Layla and I took advantage of our new found bond as much as we could, but in different ways than one might think. Rather than fucking like horny teenagers, on the rare occasions where we found ourselves together the tone was more of a teasing and torturous one rather than the raw, unabandoned encounter that started it all.

It would usually start with an innocent foot massage as Layla's hostess job at an upscale restaurant had her on her size 6's most of the day. I have always had an affinity for pretty toes and arches, and upon finding this out, Layla took full advantage of the free foot rubs, knowing how hard it made me as I ran my hands over her soft, pedicured feet.

There were instances however where we pressed our luck a little further, using a blanket to cover our tracks while watching a movie with either Layla stroking my cock teasingly until I filled her hand with a generous amount of cum or when I played with her sweet little pussy, making her wait until a particular part of the show to allow her to cum, which most of the time she managed to keep quietly to herself so as not to alert Staci, sitting a few feet away.

Luckily, our houseguest was none the wiser to most of it, due in part that she worked odd hours and was usually passed out halfway through the movie anyway.

To describe Staci would be quite the task. A tall, slender, free spirited, give-a-shit blue-haired 20-year-old who did things her own way, no matter what anyone thought. In addition to the shiny blue shoulder length locks she came with piercings; ear, lip, tongue and most notably a small silver nose ring that glinted and gleamed any time you looked at her.

Then there were the nipple rings, which you could just make out when she paraded around the house in a tight-fitting shirt with no bra, which was most of the time.

Finishing off our punk princess' look were the tattoos, at least the visible ones. There were roses, hearts and skulls that adorned her body in one way or another, some nicely done and others that looked like a drunken Saturday night mistake.

Underneath it all Staci was very pretty and try as I might, it was hard sometimes not to look at her in anything but an appropriate way as she sifted around the house, mostly wearing shorts that seemed two sizes too small and usually with no panties underneath. It made her firm, full ass stick out as she walked, and the way the shorts fit so tight between her long, slender legs it almost looked painful. It was easy to see why her and her parents didn't see eye to eye as the rest of her family were the most prim and proper people you could ever meet in the neighborhood.

I had gone out and purchased a few things to help with my princess' back door training. The first was a set of anal dilators, each increasing in diameter so she could work her asshole up slowly, which I had told her from the beginning was paramount to her being able to take my girth when the time came.

The second was a supply of lube that I made sure we always had on hand as I didn't want her first experience to be anything short of magical. Lastly, there was a medium-sized silver butt plug, which I instructed was only to be used once she had completed the first three steps of the dilators. It was one of those ones that could be worn for long periods of time, which I made sure Layla was aware that I expected her to do once she was ready.

I found that Layla, instead of being scared off by everything she seemed curiously intrigued, almost giddy with excitement at the prospect of this new sexual endeavor.

Throughout the week while I was at work I would check in with Layla as to how she was progressing. She texted me updates, telling me that although it was weird having something stretching her ass, with the right position she was able to ease the plastic intruders into her butthole without any problems.

She would even tease me by sending me pics of her progress, showing off the dilators doing their work as she took the first two sizes, proudly showing off her cute little gapes, which seemed to help benchmark her advancement. It was hard not to want to masturbate to those images at work, but knowing I would be inspecting her successes in person later at home helped abate those urges.

Which brings us to tonight. I had stayed behind at work to finish off some paperwork for a purchase offer that our company was putting together. It was late by the time I got home so I made a point of being quiet in case the girls were asleep. It helped that I was dead beat tired and all I wanted was to hop in the shower and go to bed so I skipped the usual routine of channel surfing for the night.

As I made my way up the stairs to the bedroom, I saw that Staci's bedroom door was cracked open slightly, the light filtering out into the hallway. I still wasn't sure who was and who wasn't asleep so I kept my steps light, and as I passed by, I could hear music playing softly while the girls talked on Staci's bed.

"I still can't see why you won't tell me who this guy is," Staci groaned. My ears perked up as I had a suspicion of whom they were talking about. Creeping towards the room I ever-so-gently I pushed the door open and slid into the room undetected.

There was a closet right beside the door and I slipped into it unnoticed, leaving the door to it slightly ajar. From this new vantage point and with the help of a couple of full-length wall mirrors I now had a full view of the rest of the room, and I could see the girls facing each other on Staci's bed.

Layla was dressed in her normal bedtime attire - a half shirt with no bra and a pair of running shorts. Her light golden hair was pulled back into a ponytail that swayed back and forth cutely as she talked, and I made a mental note to tell her to wear it like that more often when I talked to her next. Staci was also in her usual long cotton shirt and panties, with her blue hair in two matching pigtails, her long tatted legs curled up underneath her casually as they talked, sipping a glass of wine.

"I told you I promised not to tell anyone until we're more...comfortable with things." Layla sighed, sounding annoyed.

"How long will that be?"

"Dunno, could be a week, could be never."

"You suck you know that?" Staci spat, crossing her arms in front of her chest, a large pout on her face. "Not even a hint?"

"Nope."

"Pleaaaaaassseee? Just give me something!" Staci pleaded. "Is he older?"

"Yes." Layla finally gave in a little, hoping the questions would stop. They didn't.

"Ooo how much older? The blue-haired girl perked up at the crumb that Layla threw her way and continued her interrogation. "Are we talking college senior or dad bod?"

"Not telling. Anyway, I've given you more than what I should've." My princess retorted, sipping at her wine cooly. "Besides, how would you feel if I told everyone that you and I are fucking?"

My ears perked up as my cock gave a twitch. 'Layla and Staci? Lovers? How the hell did I miss that?' My thoughts raced back to the times where maybe their playfulness with each other seemed more than playful; how Staci would grab Layla's ass teasingly while she cooked supper, or the kisses on cheeks that seemed to linger a little longer than they should have.

There was even the time I came home early from work and heard the shower running. As I passed by the bathroom door, I could hear the faintest moans coming from the room but had just assumed one of the girls was using the shower head for some self-gratification.

Then I thought back to the other night, how Layla had told me over and over how she wasn't as pure as I made her out to be. Now it was all coming together and I was definitely seeing my sweet little princess in a totally new light, as if the recent events between her and I hadn't already solidified that. The more I thought about this new revelation the more turned on it made me.

"I'd be pissed!" Staci shared after thinking about it for a moment.

"Exactly. Which is why I want you to stop asking me all these questions!" Layla admonished, hoping it would keep Staci at bay for a while. It didn't.

"Does he have a job?" She asked as Layla rolled her eyes.

"Yes, he's a corporate executive in an office downtown."

"Does he have a nice, you know, package?"

"The biggest. Puts most porn stars to shame."

"Okay now you're just making shit up!" Staci blurted out, finally catching on.

"I told you I wasn't saying any more but you kept pushing." Layla concluded, smiling slyly at the girl, who went on unperturbed.

This back and forth continued for a while and I had to admire both women's resolve. Neither was backing down and as much as Layla tried changing the subject Staci was annoyingly insistent.

"So, a little older. You know who I picture when I think of older? Your dad!" Staci confessed happily as Layla almost spit out her wine. I had to stifle a laugh from my spot in the closet at the girl's remarks, although in a way I was flattered.

"Oh? How so?" Layla recovered, listening intently as her friend continued.

"I dunno, your dads just so laid back and casual. He lets a lot of things slide around here but you know he would be there for you in a second if you got into trouble. It's a very attractive quality. My parents would never let me have the freedom that I have here and I guess, in a weird way, it makes me actually want to stay closer to home when I'm not fighting with either of my parents." Staci explained, sounding like she had put a lot of thought into things.

"Like the way you fight with your parents?"

"Exactly. It just sucks that your mom can't see how good she has it and I kind of feel sorry for your dad having to go through it. I see how good he is to you and I guess I kind of want that too. The more time I spend here and talk with him the more I like him. I guess you could say I've got a little crush on him." Staci concluded.

"A little crush huh?" Layla smirked cocking an eyebrow. "Should I be jealous?"

"I mean don't get me wrong I like your dad...a lot...but it's just a harmless crush Lays. I don't think I'd ever act on it." Staci reassured, almost choosing her words too carefully.

"Funny, I seem to recall you saying something just as lame to me right before you seduced me." Layla remarked artfully.

"Oh Pffft! Whatever! Can't seduce the willing." Staci smirked. "And the wine helps with the rest."

"So, you're going to get him drunk and take advantage of him?" Layla surmised sarcastically.

"Worked on you, didn't it?"

"Maybe I just got tired of you bugging me." Layla giggled, sticking her tongue out at her friend, who returned the gesture in kind. "Speaking of drinking this stuff is going straight to my head, and bladder!" Layla proclaimed, raising from the bed. "I'll be back!" She added, doing her best tipsy Arnold impression before Staci grabbed her wrist, pulling Layla back down on top of her.

"Hey! What the..."

Before she could finish Staci grabbed the back of Layla's head, pulling her into a deep, sensual kiss. The blonde struggled a little at first before embracing and returning the kiss, the girls' lips and tongues meeting fervently.

If my cock hadn't already been hard, it was now watching the two. I had to readjust my position inside the closet so I could see the scene unfolding before me more clearly, watching as their hands roamed over each other's bodies urgently, moans emanating from the both of them.

Staci's hands went up Layla's shirt, caressing and squeezing her nipples forcefully, making the blonde squeal into her mouth as they remained locked in their sloppy kiss. Their breathing quickened, becoming louder, the faint click of Staci's tongue ring brushing against Layla's teeth just barely audible over the music.

I watched as Layla's tongue toyed with Staci's lips, flicking her lip ring, their saliva mixing and shining sweet on cheeks and chins before she reached for the bottom of Staci's t-shirt, lifting it off almost effortlessly, exposing the blue haired girls' perky little breasts. Layla took her time kissing and licking down her neck until, reaching her tits, flicked her tongue over Staci's pierced nipples, occasionally biting them, making the girl squeak every time she did so.

My head was swimming as I watched the girls making everything seem effortless, their bodies in tune with each other, making me wonder how many times they had done this. By now I had unbuttoned my pants and took out my cock, stroking it lightly as I watched the deviant scene unfold before my eyes, feeling especially horny at the voyeur aspect of what I was doing.

The girls continued their decadent dance, with Staci now taking charge, lifting Layla's shirt over up over her head, throwing it carelessly across the room. She then started planting wet tongue kisses on Layla's creamy, firm breasts, sucking on my daughter's deep pink nipples as she ran her hands down Layla's waist, letting her fingertips trace along the silky flesh of her hips, which made the blonde giggle from the touch.

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"Mmmmmnnn careful, you're going to make me pee all over you." Layla breathed in a husky tone, grinding her hips into Staci's leg for emphasis.

"What would you say if I wanted you to?" Staci murmured as she kissed Layla's stomach, her hands reaching behind and squeezing the blonde's ass.

"You...you do?" Layla quizzed, looking at her girlfriend, momentarily unsure of what she had heard. "You're such a kinky slut!" She smiled wickedly after seeing the look of pure lust on Staci's face.

"You love it!" Staci shot back, tugging at Layla's shorts. The girls worked in tandem to get them off quickly, which was quite a feat as their lips and tongues were again locked in a harmonious embrace. Layla rose to her feet and finally kicked them off, positioning herself so that she had a leg on each side of Staci's torso, her pussy above the blue haired girl's stomach. From this angle Staci could see something glinting between Layla's thighs.

"What's that?" Staci questioned, pointing to the tip of the silver butt plug firmly entrenched in my daughter's ass. I almost came at the sight of the toy nestled in between her cheeks, sparkling in the light of the room. It was a proud moment for me as Layla hadn't updated me on her progress today, but finding out this way made it that much hotter.

"Oh yeah right, about that...I was going to tell you..." Layla blushed.

"Sure, you were. Won't try anal with me but the first older guy that comes along..." Staci panned sarcastically.

"Shut up!" Layla shot back quickly. "Like I say I was going to tell you but then you practically attacked me and...fuck do you want me to piss on you or what? I really have to go!" She barked at her friend, rubbing her stomach.

"Fuck yes! Do it!" Staci encouraged excitedly, slipping her hand into her shorts, rubbing her clit as she looked up at Layla with her sparkling blue eyes. "Make me your piss slut!" She hadn't finished speaking before Layla let loose a squirt of pee that sprayed everywhere, splashing across Staci's stomach and breasts, with some landing on her face, making her giggle.

"Hang on, this isn't easy standing up..." Layla swayed unsteadily for a moment before she slipped her hand down to her pussy, spreading her fleshy outer labia and let loose with another stream. This time it came out straight and true, hitting Staci's tits, flowing down her stomach, pooling in her belly button. Staci writhed from the sudden blast, furiously fingering her snatch as Layla adjusted her aim and hit the blue haired girl's chin and neck.

"Mmmmhmmm fuck that feels so warm, so fucking dirty!" Staci hissed encouragingly, her free hand massaging her left breast, pinching and twisting her nipple as she moaned her approval at being used as my princesses' toilet. "Yessssss... piss on me, keep going!" With that Layla adjusted again and shot her next volley right at Staci's face with her strongest stream yet.

Impulsively, Staci opened her mouth, using it as a target as my daughter's piss filled it, her cheeks bulging with the warm, heady liquid before she pursed her lips, squirting the liquid out as it dribbled down her chin. "So fucking nasty!"

"You want more my little pissy princess?" Layla taunted, really getting into the moment.

"Fuck yes! Drown me in your piss!" Staci encouraged loudly. Her hand was a blur in her shorts, now soaking wet with the overspray from Layla's piss, the squishy sounds that her fingers made rubbing her heated pussy emanating throughout the room.

Layla just kept going, swaying her hips back and forth, her steady stream covering the girl from her knees to her head, including her hair, which grew a darker shade of blue, almost black from the watering down she was getting. By now the light-yellow liquid had pooled on both sides of Staci's slender body, but Layla continued her pissy assault, aiming for her mouth, filling it once more.

"Swallow it!" Layla barked commandingly. "Show me how much you love my piss, you dirty little slut!" Staci did as she was told without hesitation, making the whole scenario that much hotter. My hand was a blur on my cock and hearing those words sent me over the edge as I shot my cum all over the inside of the closet door, stifling a groan which luckily was covered by Staci's own orgasm.

"Oh I'm cummmminnnnggggg!!!!" The blue haired girl wailed encouragingly at being covered in piss by my daughter. Layla did her best to maintain her balance on the bed as Staci thrashed around in the throes of her orgasm, sloshing around in her own little pee pool. By now Layla's stream had subsided to a trickle that lightly splashed on Staci's thighs.

"So...fucking...hot..." Staci murmured, eyes half closed, her brain awash with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she looked up at the girl who had just emptied her bladder all over her.

"Holy fuck your bed is soaked!" Layla uttered in disbelief, surveying the wet blankets and sheets strewn all over. "This is going to take forever to clean!"

"Plastic sheets Lays." Staci countered, lazily circling a finger in the air to punctuate her forethoughtfulness.

"Smart girl. But you're not quite done yet." Layla affirmed, turning around and lowering her piss covered pussy onto Staci's awaiting mouth. "Time to clean me up."

Staci wasted no time, her tongue snaking out, gathering the remaining drops of the golden treat the blonde had just given her before slipping her tongue ring over Layla's clit, making her moan in approval.

My cock was rising to attention again and I wanted nothing more than to join in on the action but I also knew that if I burst into the room at that moment, it would surely end the night's festivities.

By now Staci had grabbed hold of Layla's hips, pulling her soaking wet cunt down on her face forcefully as she attacked my daughter's clit with abandon, may daughter's cute girly squeals echoing throughout the room.

Occasionally Layla would reach back and play with her butt plug as if she were taunting Staci, slowly pulling it out a little, then letting her asshole suck it back in, the blue haired girl having a front row seat as she sucked and licked Layla's sweet pussy a little more recklessly each time she did that.