My demanding daughters – Ch. 1

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Slow burner.

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As I was having breakfast with my sister and my 19-year-old daughter (I have two), the youngest one (18 years old) walked into our kitchen, completely naked.

My 24-year-old sister, Anouk, saw her walking naked, and she quickly addressed her.

"Honey," my sister said to my youngest daughter, "don't let your father's cum drip on the freshly mopped floor."

Then she added, "Look, there's even cum on your legs. Scoop it up, please."

"What do I do with it?" "My youngest daughter, Daniela," he said.

"Well, you swallow it, of course," Anouk replied. "If not, let your sister have it. Your daddy cannot simply shoot valuable cum whenever you feel like it; he needs to rest and produce it first, honey."

"How is Rachel going to get it off my legs then?" Daniela asked.

"Perhaps she kneels in front of you and licks it up, I suppose," my sister replied. "Just don't leak on the floor, honey. Or, if not, the two of you quickly hop on our bed. Your dad will not fuck me before noon, so you two can get at it in our bed."

"Will Daddy join us?"

"I am not sure; you will have to convince him, but he just filled you with his baby seed. That's asking a bit too much, honey."

"But Rachel didn't get any," she protested.

"Rachel, are you up for some Daddy seed?" My sister asked her.

"Yummy." Rachel simply answered, and right away she stood up from the breakfast table, putting away her empty plate and mug in the dishwasher. "Dad hasn't fucked me today, so I guess I am entitled."

Entitled? I thought. The little slut. Believing she owns my cock. Maybe I'll take her poop tunnel this time to teach her a lesson. Without lube. Until she likes it and then stop... Just to tease her. Making her beg for it.

Anouk called both the girls to her and whispered something in their ears. Their faces lit up, and they quickly left, smiling and all excited, holding hands.

"What did you tell them?" I asked.

"Told them to put on some lingerie," Anouk replied, smiling. "This for sure will make you hard. Am I right, stud?"

"Are you selling me out?" I grinned.

"Only your beautiful cock, my love." Anouk smiled, adding, "Give them at least 20 minutes to get ready for you."

"Oh, yes," Anouk added, "I forgot; they went to the terrace for you and not to the main bedroom. I thought it would be nice if our neighbors could see you fuck your own daughters. Am I right?"

"That would be quite a scandal, my love."

"Mmmhh, not sure. That new neighbor, she has this slutty air; she might join in."

As my sister saw the way I reacted to the idea of fucking the new babe in the building, she asked me if she should invite her for "coffee."

"I saw her in the elevator the other day; she sure has a tight butt, ready to get discovered by you..."

"The problem is, I have three very demanding pussies here; I am not sure if I want number four," I replied, frowning.

"As if you cannot fill four cunts with your cum each day? Don't make me laugh. I will invite her for tomorrow night when the girls are out clubbing. And I will suddenly have to go on an errand, leaving the two of you alone... You could show her the view from the living room, having her against the window glass..."

I didn't answer, but my sister saw my cock stir in my boxershorts and grow bigger. I didn't try to hide it, but I didn't want her to see it either. No luck.

"Oh my," Anouk laughed, "is somebody here getting a hard-on?" And she grabbed my cock under the table, through my shorts. "I have to go. Go fuck your daughters now; give them a good time."

My sister added, "But don't you forget about my noon-fuck, my love; I want you hard and throbbing. Once I am back, my pussy will be wet from anticipation."

Damn, I thought, all this at 9 AM. Both daughters are behaving as if they were paying the rent here. And my own sister, claiming my cock for herself. Each day. Cock sluts, all three of them. Lucky enough, my sister was willing to share with me outside. I mean, that new neighbor?

Very sexy looking. I saw her once, from afar, but I didn't miss the great body she has. I was still skeptical if it would be wise to have a fourth pussy around me. That's why.

Who am I lying to? The new neighbor—she looks great! She was probably 20 years old, with blonde-brown hair till her shoulders, blue eyes, a nice hourglass body, and nice big tits, looking natural to me. Tall enough as well. Perhaps 1.7 m (5.8 ft) and 120+ lbs / 52+ kg, I guess. So? Linda was 1.55 m (5.1 ft). And I had no trouble finding her slit.

But yes, Daniela and Rachel are my daughters. Sorry folks, I just got out of bed and didn't have a single moment for myself since I woke up from some kind of friction on my cock, just as my daughter Daniela was impaling her young slit, bit by bit, on my erect cock. She must have sucked me hard in my sleep. I am a very deep sleeper; even a cramp in my calf might take (too) long for me to wake up from, leading to a very sore muscle.

So, my thoughts are, right now, very random. Daniela was one year younger than Rachel and from a different mother. Both with an attitude and big mouths. Knowing they own the place with their tight pussies and they can't even find a place of their own. Same as my sister, she is my age, knowing my balls are hers and only hers. Well, it's nice to not have the hassle of having to go out on the weekend and see if you get lucky. I just have to stay in shape, and the sex sometimes makes me a lazy bitch, skipping the gym. Whatever.

Back to that young slut, who was riding my fully erect cock right now while I was still groggy and foggy from the party we had yesterday. Well, my daughter Daniela didn't waste time; my cock was not new to her. I was the one who took her flower, and she really got addicted to fucking me, discovering new pleasures almost every day. I had two nicknames for them. The oldest, I called her Sexteen, after her favorite hobby with me. Once I made that up, the youngest one wanted a nickname too. Didn't take me long; I called her "fuckteen," somehow using her "riding dad" hobby.

But one thing they truly had in common. Normally, no cum would drip out of their pussies. Somehow it would all stay inside with both, as if they had a deeper womb or something. The only visible proof I would have of cumming inside them would be if I pulled out my spent but still fat cock, and I would see some white ropes of my cum on my cock. And just like any young woman, they would quickly turn around and take my cum-stained, flaccid cock in their sucking mouth, spoiling me the pleasure of having a look at my cum-smeared babymaker. Thank you. No chance here for a man with three slits around.

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 said, praising 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 lower and underperforming husband, as society normally expects."

"This way, she is ensuring 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 with my seed, she already had 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."

"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...

To be continued.