My demanding daughters - Ch. 1 - 10

All three were on the pill. In the beginning we had huge arguments, both my daughters wanted their own incest big baby bellies as soon as possible, but I held firm. No bulges till 30. Thank God I was able to explain the why. And it was not an adult, reasonable argument. No, I simply said I would not fuck them anymore, at all. And it worked! My own fear was if they both would get daughters, I would have five pussies walking around here, each one wanting a daily cum fill. Not with me.

Then, during those "agreement discussions," they wanted a confirmation from me that I would fuck each of them 365 times a year. No way. I was able to get 30 days’ vacation and sick leave, if needed.

"But a headache doesn’t count; we can still suck you off." One of them quickly added.

I had to grin; my sister laughed out loud. They should become negotiators for the government, I thought. So, once we all agreed, they suggested a fuck instead of the usual agreement handshakes. Of course, I thought, little sluts. So off I was to another threesome. My sister Anouk didn’t like foursomes—not enough space, too crowded—she’d rather fuck me one-on-one. Plus, she didn’t want to share my seed if she was having me. Fair enough for me.

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Back to now.

"Daddy," Daniela asked, as I joined both my sexy daughters on the terrace bed, "how come your balls are so much bigger compared to others?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Compared to what other balls?"

"Well," Daniela continued, as she was caressing and toying with them, "I wanted to thank little Timmy at the university for helping me with some homework questions, and as I pulled his underwear down to his ankles, I could barely find his wiener or balls. I had to grab his penis with only two fingers to suck him dry. And it merely took like a minute before he shot his mini jizz? The weird thing is, Timmy, just like me, is also 18 years old."

"I mean, your cock is as long as my head, and your balls do not even fit in my mouth. You know I tried very hard." She pouted.

"All men are born different, just like the color of their eyes," I replied.

"So will tiny Timmy be a cuckold when he is an adult?" My daughter asked.

"Do you remember what a cuckold is?" I asked her.

"Well, as you fucked my mummy and made her a baby belly, her husband would then be a cuck, right?"

"Correct." And then I added, "Do you think you have to be married for that?"

"What do you mean?"

"How about if I knock up a fiancée? She's about to be married."

"I guess that counts too."

"And if I only fuck a girlfriend, without the breeding?"

"Guess too," Rachel replied this time.

"Well," I added, "the term 'cuckold' actually comes from the French 'cucu,' meaning 'cuckoo,' from the cuckoo's habit of laying its egg in another bird's nest. It is also a kind of mockery because you are fucking another man's wife. It is probably the most sacred deceit for a couple when she is betraying her underperforming husband by finding a proper big throbbing cock with matching big balls, full of babymakers."

"It is like making fun of him by probably hurting him the most, grinding that cheating but willing slit." I continued explaining to her that "often the conqueror is called 'Alpha Male,' because the unfaithful wife has chosen a superior cock over her husband's."

"When do you think you can mock the husband the most? I asked.

"I don't know, fucking her in front of his friends?" My oldest daughter, Rachel, answered.

"Not bad," I praised her. "What about doing the babe on their wedding day, when she is off the pill and ready to consume the holy act of matrimony, including the offspring procreation? Filling her receptive womb with millions of bastard babymakers?"

"Did you ever do that, Daddy?"

"Almost. With Penelope. I will tell you girls next time how it went."

"Wow, yes, that is so cool, Dad!" Daniela answered, fascinated.

"By the way, the word 'cuckold' also often implies that the husband is deceived, that he is unaware of his wife's unfaithfulness, and may not know until the arrival or belly growth of a child plainly not his, just as with cuckoo birds."

"For example, you ...