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 have blonde hair, right?" I asked.

"Yes, Daddy," Daniela said.

"Well, your mommy's husband has brown hair. And your mommy has black hair. So, as you were born, your mommy was very proud of her pretty cuck-baby, because her husband was not the most handsome guy. And look how well you turned out. You got that blonde from me."

"That's so cool, Dad!" Daniela answered happily.

"Same goes for you, Rachel; you have that blonde hair from me."

"So yes, Daniela, your mommy's husband did argue about it until your mommy said to him that I was simply a much better cock and I filled her way deeper than he did. She even laughed at him, mentioning his penis size. After that, he calmed down, accepting my male superiority," I added. "Now what do you call a cheating wife?"

"A slut?"

"Correct. Now baby, what do you call a wife when her cuckold husband accepts his wife fucking a bull?" I asked my daughters.

"A hotwife," my youngest daughter eagerly answered. (She always tried to keep up with Rachel).

"Very good!" I praised her. "Now focus. At least 2% of all babies worldwide are from bulls. That doesn’t sound like much until you realize it is 2% of ca. 6+ billion adults, which makes like a whopping 127 million cuckold babies. The wife simply chooses to breed with a much better male instead of with the, as society normally expects, lower and underperforming husband."

"This way, she is securing that her baby will have a much bigger success chance in our modern society by having either her or her bull's good looks, including the physical dominance. Imagine being born as a son from little Timmy, with a tiny wiener, or being born as my son, with a cock the size of a truck."

"So why is my mommy still together with her husband?" Daniela asked.

"Well, first of all, mommy and I fuck when she comes visit you, right?"

"Yes, Dad."

"So, she decides who she fucks, right? Well, she told her cuck a long time ago, just after you were born, that he can choose. Either take good care of her or become the joke of the town when she tells everybody, including his friends and colleagues, that her baby is not his."

"My mommy is so cool, Dad," Daniela replied happily.

"Yes, she is. She also explained to her cuck that taking good care of her also means licking clean her used, cum-leaking cunt. He didn’t like this much in the beginning, but he got used to it. Do you remember that noise the other day, outside, near the elevators?"

"Yes." Both girls answered in unison.

"Well, after I filled the womb of Daniela’s mommy twice with all my seed, I spilled a little, but she had already her husband waiting outside our place to lick, suck, and swallow it all while standing wide-legged. That's why she normally wears short skirts. She just quickly lifts them so he can do his cum duty. As you learned this morning, if you stay on your back after having your womb filled with cum, most of it does not drip out. Once you start walking, for sure your legs get those white cum smears. The noise you heard was your mommy moaning and having an orgasm-cry from his cunt cleaning."

"So, he likes it now?" My youngest daughter asked.

"I don’t know, but he has no choice. Your mommy is off the pill again and fucking me bareback. I guess she wants another beautiful daughter like you. Perhaps she wants to have a daughter with black hair this time, just like her? One thing is for sure: her husband is only allowed to lick her when she is not fertile. She doesn’t want to waste any of my precious seed if there is a small chance of getting a bulging belly again. And for sure he is not having his little penis close to her pussy." I laughed.

"Daddy?" My oldest daughter Rachel asked, "If we have boyfriends one day, can we then cuckold them with you?"

"Sure," I answered.

"But how can we properly cuckold them with you if you keep us on the pill?" Rachel asked me very subtly, giving me a big headache about what to answer...

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Chapter 2

“Daddy," my daughter whispered, “We both forgot the pill today...”

I was almost overruled by the request of my oldest daughter, Rachel (19 years old). She had a point, though. Only a belly bulge with a bastard baby would be proof of cheating on your boyfriend. And why call it a bastard if the baby is from your own father's seed? It is family, right? Nothing beats a warm womb while going to school full of your daddy's cum.

But that only would work if you kept your boyfriend on a strict no-sex-before-marriage menu. And cheating once is not proper cuckolding. To create a true cuckold, he needs to permanently get hints, such as his girlfriend dressing way too slutty while going out “with the girls” or frowning while looking at his penis and asking him how come it is so small? Besides those very clear indications of being a cheating girlfriend, additional subtle hints are needed daily, such as leaving the house and her slip lying “forgotten” on the bed, or several post-its on the fridge with male names and phone numbers.

Like any good daughter-fucking Daddy, I instigated a little game among my young daughters; they had to compete against each other and cause, at least once a week, the maximum number of blue balls. As a reward I would eat the pussy of the winning daughter. They could do it any way they liked, but the goal was not to make those boys cum and thus get used to being blue-balls cuckolds. Because cuckolds don’t get sex.

Even sucking his cock in this early cuckold training phase would still be OK, but for sure not finishing him off. Or do a slutty lap dance and leave him hard. To receive proof of the blue balls, the other daughter had to approach the young man after getting the “green light” from her sister and ask what is wrong with him, “That he doesn’t look well” or “Why are you walking so slowly?” and get the confession of the future little cuckold. Since the girls were not really competing against each other but more working as a cock-teasing team, the fair count of blue balls was not an issue.

The selection process was, of course, made by the girls by finding men with the tiniest penises. Those selected men had no chance on the campus or in the love market anyway. To their surprise, many had tiny penises, and the girls asked me if it was OK to cause multiple blue balls for different boys. "Of course you can," I reassured them, taking away any fears they might have, as a good dad would. But remember, you need to keep them having blue balls each week, so they get properly used to it.

Do tiny penises have tiny balls? Of course! There's no need to produce lots of cum if you can’t even reach the womb of a fertile woman. Nature knows best who to give big cum-producing balls to alpha cocks! My daughters compared those little blue balls to marbles and would sometimes playfully bang one blue ball inside the sack against the other blue ball, making the poor little lad contract in agony.

Just then, as I was lost in thoughts, my youngest daughter, Daniela, whispered to me, “Daddy, my little pussy is still nicely lubricated from your morning cum. Would you like to warm up your cock in my slit before you do my sister?”

My cock bounced up from the slutty proposal. What a cheap trick to get an additional fuck from her Daddy! But I was going to teach her not to challenge me. She was already on all fours, with her butt towards me, offering me that wet, glistening opening of hers. As she looked over her shoulder, she added, “My pussy needs you, Daddy. Make me a woman.” And to emphasize her desire, she wiggled her butt for me, presenting me her willing slit. In plain daylight, on our terrace bed.

But she forgot she had another tight, little brown hole down there, which could handle any size of cock. Time to fuck her colon and fill her bowels properly with Daddy seed. That would show her not to tease me. But as a good Daddy, I still had a protective role. I can’t just ram my large cock inside her poop hole without any lubrication. I must protect my daughter. Even if I will soon knock her up. Because I don't think I will be able to resist those unprotected proposals for my daughters much longer. For the pill to wear off, it might take up to 3 months, if I am correctly informed, or you simply get knocked up with the next egg. Everything is possible. Maybe I can give them an early Valentine's Day gift? But if their babies are daughters as well, they better prepare them for what is to come. Cum from Daddy, that is. It was a true sperm roulette, with the one big difference that I would shoot each and every single time. And I was not stupid; the moment I would knock up both my young daughters, my sister would want to have an incestuous baby of mine too. Three belly bulges in the house...

I grabbed my hard cock with my right hand, pulled back the foreskin, and pushed the big red mushroom head against her clit, rubbing it against it, up and down. I could feel her wetness on my cock and decided to put the cock's head inside her teasing cunt. One of the nicest parts is the initial penetration, especially when the fat cockhead can pass the tight muscle passage and “pop” right inside.

I pushed the large head deeper inside her slit, but I ...