Being a single father is one thing. Being the single father to a teenage daughter is another matter entirely. Being a single father to a teen daughter with monstrous member is pretty much uncharted waters; that's my situation.
"Hey dad," Jasmine begins rather nonchalantly, "is it cool if I have a friend over tonight?"
My daughter doesn't have 'friends'. Every sleepover I've allowed, no matter Jasmine's age, always ends with her cock buried down some girl's gullet; my kid has that sort of sway on people. Jasmine's libido is off the charts but that doesn't mean I should blame her; its nature's fault.
They must be a special person for her to ask. "Sure kiddo," I don't even glance up from my book, "who is it?" The truth is, I'm curious to know who can possibly take that python of hers without bursting wide open like a ripe watermelon.
Jasmine's face flushes red as she thinks for a moment, another sign of her true intentions; she makes eye contact again. "Brianna." The name of our neighbor suddenly appears in my mind, Brianna, short brown hair, hazel eyes, very athletic and friendly. Tall too, but not quite as tall as my daughter. Brianna is a good kid and an equally talented athlete, great pair of tits too.
"You think it's a good idea to 'hang out' with the neighbor's kid?" my smirk is playful yet cautionary, "I know what 'hang out' means, sweetie; remember when you had the girl's varsity volleyball team over?"
My words hit their mark, Jasmine lets out an embarrassed giggle. "Oh dad, I'm just going to hang out... nothing bad or anything," she replies, rubbing her forehead. The blush is already rising back up. It's rare that I get to see this kind of shyness from my daughter.
"Fine, just uh...be safe....you know...with the rubbers and-"
"Dad!" Jasmine interrupts me before I can finish.
"...you'll be careful with her, right?" I ask, looking up to see Jasmine's serious face, "...the last girl you got carried away couldn't walk for a week; so many angry phone calls..." Internally, I'm jaded beyond belief.
She smiles and gives me a kiss on the cheek, "Of course, dad, I'm off to school! Have a great day!"
I look down at the paper again and resume reading. When I hear the front door slam shut, I continue reading. I wish her mother was still alive; she'd know what to do.
* * *
When Jasmine returns home from school she isn't' alone. Brianna is with her. She's still in gym clothes; they both sport athletic wear today, and I guess they decided to go shopping together after school; I don't really give a fuck. I have a good enough kid to let her splurge, but as they head upstairs to 'hang out', curiosity gets the best of me. So I follow.
"Hey sweetie, how was your day?" I call out to them as I make my way up to Jasmine's room. They're stopped in their tracks.
"Hi, dad," she answers sheepishly, "it was okay. Nothing too exciting."
They turn around, standing next to each other, neither saying much; it's obvious that I'm interrupting.
"Well, uh...I'll leave you two alone then," I say, feeling awkward. Kids should be kids, even if mine is a bit 'different'. Whatever's gonna happen will happen.
"Oh no, please stay, Mr. Anon!" Brianna exclaims, her hands reaching out to shake mine. Her skin is smooth and soft like butter, I feel an instant stirring between my legs as I squeeze hers in return. The moment of temptation slips away just before I realize what I'm doing; when I've finally got my grip back to normal, Jasmine takes the initiative.
"Dad, I was wondering...I know you've been by yourself since Mom passed....and uh..." she trails off for a second, "...would you like to 'hang out' with me and Brianna?"
"Hang out?" I ask, confused. What's she talking about? 'Hang', 'out'. I'm fucking daft, until the implication clicks in my mind.
"You mean," I start, "you want me to...join you. In 'hanging out'?" Fuck this roundabout nonsense, my eyes widen, "You want to have a threesome?"
Brianna beams at Jasmine's eager expression. She nods eagerly. "Uh huh! You can join us, Mr. Anon." She speaks slowly, as if she's saying something difficult. "It'll be a lot of fun..."
Brianna leans over, eyes narrowing into sultry slits, and presses her tongue into Jasmine's unsuspecting mouth; a tiny hand darts to massage my daughter's expanding bulge beneath spandex spats. My own manhood twitches inside my pants, a jealous twinge, as the two teen beauties kiss passionately before me. It's an odd yet intoxicating feeling. The way Brianna looks up at Jasmine with those green, innocent, adoring eyes makes me feel like I'm some kind of pervert or pedophile; but then I hear Jasmine murmur in a husky voice that I hope I don't misinterpret, "Mmm, dad...could you help make Brianna cum?"