Chapter 3

“That’s for damn sure,” Rick laughed. “Those two boys don’t let that woman’s thighs touch for most of the day!”

“I couldn’t help but notice you recently had some fun too,” Gavin said, gesturing to his friend’s limp cock.

Rick grunted in agreement.

“I gave Penny a load before she went out for the night,” Rick said, his thumb picking absently at the label on the beer.

Gavin adjusted his dick again and leaned back.

“That’s gotta be the life man,” Gavin said in awe.

“Well,” Rick said, “that’s why you’re here isn’t it? To learn all about it?”

Gavin nodded. “Tell me what I need to know.”

Rick grinned, his smile clearly visible even beneath his thick, shortly cropped beard.

“It’s the fucking sweetest pussy you’ll ever fuck,” he said, raising his bottle in a toast.

Gavin gently clinked his bottle neck to his friend’s and motioned for him to continue. Rick leaned in, resting his elbows on his knees.

“When you mate with a woman, your goal is to create a life. A life that, hopefully, will become an ideal combination of you and that woman. In a son, you hope for a cock that’s a good size to stretch his mother and with balls full of potent seed to breed. In a daughter, well, her pussy is made to grip her father’s cock nice and tight. They’re literally genetically designed to be a perfect fuck. Helping them achieve their full potential and fulfill their purpose is a parent’s greatest joy. I’m so glad you want to start fucking your girls.”

Gavin nodded eagerly in agreement. “The girls see so many of their friends being seeded by their fathers at this age, it’s hard to understand why I’m not breeding them myself. I could find a suitable bull, hell - I would just call you over Rick.”

Rick nodded and chuckled.

“You could pop their cherries in a second, but I just don’t have the heart to outsource a task I know I can do myself. And potentially, do it better because I am their father,” Gavin continued.

“It’s true, it doesn’t look like much right now, but this pecker breaks in plenty of virgins each year,” Rick said, grabbing his junk and jiggling it.

“Nothing better than cherry puss,” Gavin agreed, raising his bottle now for them to clink.

“So what can I do to help? Are your girls expecting this?” Rick asked him.

“To be honest, Veronica has been hinting at it for almost two years now. Ever since she’s become of age, she does everything she can to rub up against me or flash me her cunny,” I explained. “She’s still cherry, her mother checks both girls each week, of course. She’s waiting impatiently to turn 21 for me to arrange a breeder for her like a good girl, but she’d welcome my cock at any point.”

“That’s great news,” Rick said, reaching down to squeeze his balls gently. “And Cate?”