Damn it Layla

"Damn it Layla!" Staci's whine broke the chorus of whimpers and moans that had been emanating through the bedroom to this point. "You always get to fuck daddy first!"

"Do not! You got to fuck him first when he got home last night!" Layla shot back defensively.

The absurdity of the argument of fucking was magnified by the fact that it was taking place while we all were in the middle of, well, fucking. My cock at the moment was buried deep in my blonde daughter's tight little pussy as she ground on my pelvic bone like she was possessed.

My blue-haired daughter had her musky little cunt firmly planted on my face while she moaned and whimpered towards her climax. Really and truly no one should have had anything at all to complain about. But such was life being outnumbered two to one in the genitalia department.

Now I want to make it perfectly clear that I am NOT complaining. I mean that would be stupid and untrue. Who in their right mind would complain about having a petite hot blonde and slender, firm blue haired alt girl as part of your daily sex life?

Ever since the eventful day just a couple of weeks ago when all of our incestuous secrets were revealed we had taken full advantage of every opportunity to act out some of our wildest threesome fantasies.

The no clothes in the house rule continued and I took full benefit of it, whether it was watching Layla's plump little ass as it swayed around the house, or Staci's firm, perky tits as they bounced while her piercings glinted in the lights.

We had also decided to keep things to ourselves when it came to me being Staci's father, at least until I had an opportunity to break the news to my wife. I wanted to do it face to face as in my mind it was the best way and I was hoping to have that opportunity sooner than later. According to her texts that still came sporadically she was due to come home in the next couple of weeks.

In the meantime we took every opportunity to indulge in our incestuous games and whether on purpose or by chance our house turned into a bit of a 'free use' theme. If someone was horny, it was the other's sworn duty to help them out.

Which is what we were trying to enjoy before the current sisterly disagreement started. We were all in my king-sized bed which was pretty much a second home for all of us now. The girls slept on either side of me most nights with our limbs entwined after a hard fuck session.

"That was the night before!" Staci scolded, her pussy muscles tensing around my exploring tongue.

"Enough!" I shouted, momentarily removing my mouth from my blue-haired daughters' cunt, "If you can't make this work, I'll get the cane!"

Silence filled the room.

"Good! Now kiss and make up." I requested half jokingly, giving Staci's ass a slap for effect, but being the good daughters that they were they took it seriously.

As her firm little butt rose up, I watched Layla's hand snake into her sister's hair, pulling her close before the two locked lips in a kiss which started off tentative at first but soon turned into a slobbering tongue fest. I just sat back and gazed upon the moment as it had become one of my favorite sights, watching the two young women shove their tongues in each other's mouth.

"That's better." I confirmed before returning my attention to Staci's drooling pussy. Layla resumed her grind, milking my cock with her sweet little cunt, moaning as she slipped closer to her orgasm.

"Mmmm...fuck daddy your cock feels so gooooood!" Layla moaned, lifting her hips slightly before slamming back down, her thighs slapping against mine, making the most delicious sound. Not that I could hear too well as Staci's muscular thighs were gripping my head like the girl was holding on for dear life while my tongue attacked her clit.

"Shiiiittttt daddy your tongue...lick my little clitty daddy...just...like...that!" Staci purred, definitely sounding like the bolts of pleasure shooting though her body were short circuiting her brain.

Soon the moans and whimpers in the room became more tense, more urgent as we all built to our climactic crescendos. I started bucking my hips up slightly to meet Layla's downward thrusts, my cock head brushing against the young woman's G-spot as by now she had found her rhythm.

Staci was riding my face like it was giving her life so I just stuck my tongue out and kept it there, giving her pussy something to scrape against and she did so with enthusiasm, flexing her hips so that the fleshy spear dragged over both holes with each motion.

Layla soon upped the ante by reaching between her sister's legs, her fingers finding Staci's sensitive bud as it slid around inside the mushy folds. Every so often my tongue would meet up with her digits, making the blue haired girl moan loudly from the double stimulation.

My hot little alt girl soon returned the favor as I felt her fingernails brush against my pistoning cock where it drove into my blonde daughter's cunt as her sister probed around for her clit. She soon found it.

"Ohhhh fuckkkkkk!!" Layla squeaked, her pussy muscles gripping me as she started shuddering in the early throes of orgasmic bliss. Staci kept up her attack on her sister's clit, her hand a blur as the two seemed to be in competition as to who would cum first.

In the end it was Layla who was overcome by her climax first as suddenly I felt the warmth wash over my cock when my blonde daughter came, howling her joyful release.

"Fuck yes! Yes! Yes! I'm cumminggggg!!" Layla wailed, throwing her head back while she kept fucking me, her pussy muscles clenching and releasing my cock beautifully.

Eager to have her sister join her I took hold of Staci's hips and pulled her down on my face, my lips suctioning around her clit while nipping at the tender bud before she too screamed out her own pleasurable release.

"Fuck meeeeeeee!!!" Was all that came from the blue-haired girls' lips as her body convulsed and bucked, especially each time my tongue made deliberate contact with her now hyper-sensitive bud. The girl could only take so much of the torture before she clamped her firm thighs around my head, allowing her time to come down from the climactic high.

For me it was heaven; having two hot young bodies climaxing on top of me, knowing that I was the cause. I took in every sight and sound I could, burning it into my memory in case this was the last time I would experience this amount of perverted pleasure. The taboo nature of our incestuous fuck just added to the thrill of it all and with the overload of lustful thoughts coursing through my brain I was soon joining the girls.

"Fucking hot little sluts!" I grunted from between Staci's thighs, my body tensing as I shot wad after glorious wad of cum deep into my blonde daughter's spasming little cunt.

"Yesssss daddy I can feel you cumming in meeee!" Layla shrieked from both the surprise and velocity of my seed splashing against her cervix. Then true to form Layla's pussy continued to milk me as she lifted herself slightly, pulling on my pulsating cock with her warm cunt before releasing it as she sat back down on my thighs. Every time she did so the sweet wet squelching sounds filled the room as our combined juices spilled out over my cock and balls.

"Ho-lee-fuck!" Layla gasped, finally pulling my spent member from her sweet little cunt before collapsing onto the bed, her engorged pussy lips glistening with my cum that had started to dribble out of her hole.

"Don't waste it!" Staci cried out in a panic, lifting herself off my face as she slid down my body, her tongue already swiping at the pool of cum that seeped out from her sister's pussy. It was as if my seed was some sort of rare commodity, although some days I wondering how much I had left in me from fucking two gorgeous young hotties. Again, not complaining.

"Save some for me!" Layla shot back, dragging her fingers along her slit in between swipes of Staci's tongue before bringing them to her lips greedily.

"Will you two just fucking share?" I admonished, somewhat amused but also slightly annoyed at the childish behaviour that had returned to the two young women.

"Yes daddy!" The two women replied in unison as they soon had their lips and tongues around my softening cock, taking turns licking the pussy soaked cum from it. I just smiled as I looked down at the perverted sight, watching the two work in tandem to clean up the pooled remnants.

As the aftershocks of our orgasms subsided we found ourselves in another tangled mess on the bed, chests heaving with every precious breath. I just smiled and closed my eyes, allowing the endorphins to work their magic on my brain.

Yes, it was forbidden; yes, it was taboo and yet it was unbelievably hot. I really and truly couldn't be happier at the prospect of having two young women at my disposal for the foreseeable future.

Our post-orgasmic haze was soon jolted back into reality when my phone rang. Sliding myself up the bed I reached for it and without thinking hit the answer button, the shock on my face evident as my wife's face lit up the screen.

"Hey you!" Lisa's voice echoed from the phone.

"Well hello stranger!" I replied, trying to sound as non-committal as possible. Layla and Staci both froze, eyes wide as they tried to figure out what to do. I wasn't much help as I had to maintain the conversation so I sat up on the bed, trying to give the two girls a chance to escape.

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." Lisa observed as I watched the two scramble off the bed.

"I...I'm just surprised to hear from you after all these...weeks." I fumbled, looking away from the phone more than at my wife's face which soon caught her attention.

"What's that noise? Is Layla there? Hey Lays!" Lisa sang, which once again froze the two girls, not knowing which way to go.

"Yeah, she's here but she has leave for work..." I managed before Lisa cut me off.

"Oh let me talk to my princess!" My wife pleaded. My own distracted looks past the phone to the two naked girls behind it weren't helping. Not wanting to raise more suspicion I patted the bed beside me, lifting the blanket slightly to try and get Layla to catch on to slip beneath the covers before continuing the conversation.

"Yeah, just a sec she's coming over." I kept the phone firmly focused on my face while Layla hopped up on the bed, slipping beneath the blankets before pulling them up to her neck. It was the best we could do given the circumstances.

"Hey mom!" Layla chirped with a small wave.

"Hey beautiful! Why are you under the covers?" Lisa questioned before noticing something else. "And what's that on your chin?"

My heart stopped as I noticed the small drop of cum stuck to my daughter's lower lip. Of all the times to have that happen, this was definitely the worst.

"Oh that just some whipped cream. Dad and I were just having breakfast." The blonde remarked, casually swiping at it with her finger before sucking it between her lips. I wasn't sure if I should have been turned on or mortified.

"Breakfast...in our bedroom? What's wrong with the kitchen?" My wife toned flatly, cocking an eyebrow. Just then Staci returned, having put on some clothes. She had also grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt for her sister and she showed them to us.

"Yeah, we were just finishing a movie we started last night." I lied, trying to look as convincing as possible while my eyes followed Staci until she stood at the foot of the bed. I shifted my position on the bed so that I was facing away from Layla, who took the opportunity to grab the clothes.

"Uh-huh sure..." The skepticism in Lisa's voice trailed through the phone before she caught on to my movements with the phone. "Now what are you doing?"

Having noticed that Layla was now dressed I flashed the screen around, panning over both girls.

"Hey Mrs. Crandell!" Staci sang, waving at the phone.

"Oh hey Staci when did you come in?"

"Just now, I was cleaning up the dishes from breakfast." The blue haired girl beamed. Layla also smiled, throwing an arm around her sister.

"So both of you were in there? Why does it seem like something's going on?" My wife questioned out loud.

"So where are you?" Layla interrupted, changing the subject.

"I'm in Cairo sweetie, just needed a break from the expedition." Lisa stated, her voice soothing over the phone.

"When are you coming home?" Staci broke in, almost sounding annoyed.

"Not sure yet Stace, we just uncovered another hidden tomb at the site that we want to explore furth..."

"So not anytime soon." I cut my wife off before she had a chance to finish, trying to get to the heart of the conversation as I could see the disappointment welling up in Layla's eyes.

"Well I was planning on flying home next week but this complicates...things."

"Yeah, it means that your family won't see you until Christmas." Layla spat, jumping off the bed before storming out of the room. You could sense the tension in her voice as she tried to remain apathetic but it was evident that her emotions were taking over.

"So there you have it. Lisa Crandell chooses fame over family." I toned harshly, staring directly into the phone.

"Listen Adam. It's not that I don't want to come home, but I've worked way too hard to fuck this up right now." Lisa returned defensively while my own anger rose.

"No, no, we wouldn't want that for you now, would we?" I shot back flatly, the venom in my words cursing through the phone.

"I just hope that you have a family left to come back to."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lisa croaked, the emotion in her tone becoming more evident.

"Listen, I can handle the fact that you have a career. I've known it ever since we were dating. But your daughter never chose this and she is hurting right now because to her it feels like her own mother has abandoned her. I can only do so much." I seared, trying to have my wife see how her actions were affecting our daughter.

"I know Adam. I know. My career is very important to me right now and I'm not going to jeopardize that just because it affects someone. But that is where I trust you to explain that to her. If you can't handle that..."

"I can handle it just fine. I've been doing it since you left."

"Yeah, you're doing such a great job, having breakfast in bed with two impressionable young women. What is with that?"

"If you understood the circumstances, you'd see that it's innocent." I tensed, my eyes burning with anger.

"But you see where it can be interpreted as something else right?" Lisa snapped back, trying to remain calm.

"Sure thing. Anything else?"

"No. Just keep the inappropriate behaviour to a minimum."

"Aye-aye captain." I saluted sarcastically, ending the call. Staci was still sitting there, a stunned look on her face as she grappled with her own emotions, the sting of finding out that her own mother had been lying to her evident in her expression.

"Wow. What the hell daddy?" She mumbled, trying to come to terms with the conversation.

"You shouldn't have had to hear that." I soothed, giving the girl a warm hug.

"But I did. And it sucks. Poor Layla."

"We should go find her." I suggested, taking Staci by the hand before heading down the hallway to Layla's room, only to find it empty.

"Where'd she go?" Staci questioned, a puzzled look on her face.

"I think I know where. Follow me." I replied, heading downstairs to the den. Sure enough Layla was down there, sitting at my desk, reading another one of her mom's journals, as if somehow trying to find comfort in the pages. Staci and I walked over to the desk, taking a seat on it on either side of the blonde, who was reading intently through tear-stained eyes.

"So she's not coming home." Layla started, in more of a statement than a question.

"Not anytime soon apparently." I sighed, rubbing her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Lays." Staci comforted, wiping a tear away from Layla's cheek.

"Fuck her. I'm so over the broken promises." My blonde daughter spat as she continued scanning the book.

"What are you reading?" My curiosity got the better of me.

"Another one of her journals. Who's Rick?" Layla questioned, her eyes fixed on the material while lazily flipping pages.

"Not sure, why?" My curiosity was now piqued as I listened to my daughter continue.

"She actually wrote a lot about him, sounds like he broke her heart or something because she talks a lot about regrets and wishing that they could have been together forever. It kind of reads like a trashy romance novel including all of the filthy sex they had. Dude even got a tattoo of her initials on his arm. Then something happened and they haven't seen each other since but she wrote a lot about him. Damn, mom really had it bad for this guy." Layla whistled, tossing the book onto the desk.

"Definitely sounds like it, but I really have no idea who that might be." I responded, my mind working overtime but try as I might I couldn't remember Lisa ever mentioning an ex-boyfriend or anyone named Rick for that matter.

"Oh and then I found this little gem." My blonde daughter continued, picking up another journal, flipping to where she had earmarked the page.

"It's about the time you and her went to the sex club. God she was such an attention whore." Layla grumbled before reading a part of the journal to us;

"So there I was, surrounded by three guys I barely knew, my eyes fixated on three wonderfully hard cocks swaying in front of me. I wasn't sure where Adam had gotten to or if he was watching but in that moment all I could focus on was having every one of them in my tight little holes..."

"What the...she wrote that?" The words seem to hit me out of nowhere.

"So I take it you didn't know about it?" Staci surmised, seeing the shocked expression on my face.

"Well, yes and no. There was a part of the night where we got separated, but we had always agreed to save that type of stuff for when we were together." I wondered, rubbing the back of my neck as I replayed the events of that night.

"Typical mom, all about herself." Layla seethed, continuing to read out loud;

"I'm not sure how but I ended up on all fours in the middle of the secluded room, my lips around Marco's hard cock, his fingers in my hair as he fucked my throat, telling me how good of a girl I was. I suddenly felt Stephen slide under me, his rough hands on my breasts, twisting my nipples with such force that it made me moan around Marco's cock.

Stephen then slid into me with so hard that it drove Marco's cock so deep into my throat that I bumped my nose on his pubic bone. I tried to scream but I couldn't and before I knew it, I felt Ethan's cock prying into my ass. They were like animals devouring their prey. After that my mind was a blur, all I could do was moan as the three men fucked the hell out of me. I must have climaxed about ten times before the guys filled me with their cum. God I was so sore the next day!"

"You know, when she told me about being fucked 'air tight' she made it seem like you were one of the men." Layla sighed, tossing the book on the desk.

"Yeah, that's what she told me too." I agreed, my memory coming back to me.

"It was the night that I had too much to drink so I took a break in the main lobby of the club to try and sober up. When I finally found your mom, she was all over me, kissing me and grabbing my dick though my pants, thanking me for being there while she lived out one of her biggest fantasies."

"Well unless your name is Marco, Stephen or Ethan I think she's full of shit." Layla summarized flatly.

"So what's the name of this club?" Staci interjected suddenly.

"Club Mirage, it's about an hour from here, why?" I wondered, a puzzled look on my face as I tried to figure out what she was getting at.

"Well, it seems like the last time you were there is turning into a shitty memory so let's fix that!" My blue haired daughter announced, rising to her feet.