Who would have known that "Senior Assassin" would have been the precursor to erotic adventures that I had dreamed about for years. It was my daughter's senior year at high school. Her friends, finally seniors and recently 18 had started coming around more.
Apparently, we are pretty cool parents or give them the much-needed privacy they want, who knows with young women. I'd watch them, be friendly, dream of showing them the grand brush strokes of pleasure. I'd remember the scent of young breasts, the wetness that runs like a fountain, something I hadn't known in many years.
But truth be told, these young women are so innocent, so aloof. It was the middle of the senior year before anything sexual came out of any of them.
Now, sometimes - sometimes one or another would let slip little hints of sensuality, raw sexuality, or curiosity about -- let's call topics of an adult nature. I'd overhear them whispering about a bulge or making reference to "wanting cock." Questions about Jello shots and what's in them. It was quite an exciting time to be a man, a dad, a husband, and an alpha male. In the pit of my stomach my balls would just lust to paint them like a Pollak.
Don't get me wrong, I gave the girls their space, they didn't need a dad hung and hungrily about. No, I was somewhat muddled in my ability to even contemplate how to tease one of their sparks of lust into a joint flame to slow roast pleasure. One evening, I did find some lovely little peanut butter cookies with a Hershey's kiss in the middle; a tasty treat left on the counter. It led me to ask which one of Catryn's friends had just captured my heart with their sweet treats. But, all-in, yes - all efforts really very innocuous in the culture of the current day.
Then Senior Assassin, a game of targets and intrigue hoisted on the backs of water guns and innocence. It was then that my daughter, without the slightest inkling of understanding, introduced me to the conjures of seduction. "Don't let Katie in Dad, don't ever let her in." It was that simple. A classmate who might come knocking at the door seeking a way to lay in wait for my little angel with murderous intent.
I laughed, well if I frisk her? Catryn laughed and poked out her but, and said, "sure dad, sure."
But, one afternoon, I'd been reading some erotica on lit, and surfing the erotic images that go with it. All that thought thinking about young hot bodies, my cock in hand and I was surprised with a knock at the door. Yes, of course it was Katie, and this is really the start of my little story.
"Katie, I've been instructed you know, not to let you in. Catryn isn't here." She smiled, "I know she isn't here, but I was hoping I could wait for her to come home?"
The moment had come in my life to protect and to appreciate my own fortune. "Well, I know you might be an assassin come to do in my little girl, so I'm going to have to frisk you. Come on in sweetheart if you dare." I stood aside the door expecting her to retreat. But the smile and what seemed a skip in her step and she was in the door.
"Where do you want me?" Oh the thoughts that must have made my smile devious. "Up against the wall love, up against the wall. hands above your head, facing the sheetrock, your back to me. That's it, spread your legs. You know I need to find your squirt gun." That was all it took to unleash the aching desire to have her, to command her, to make her my little lover, my cock sleeve, cum bucket, my little fuck toy, my little girl.
In my utterance of those few words, my mind came alive, the visual caress of her perfect little ass, the obligatory swat, "now poke that little ass out. Katie, have you been bad? Have you come here with a loaded water gun to bring shame to my little girl?" The words whispered into her ear as my hands slid up around her midriff.
"You know, ever since you innocently let slip how badly you "wanted dick," I really haven't been able to see you the same way." I let my fingers slip up around the nape of her neck grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her head back. Hands on the wall, ass poked out and presented, her legs maybe a little trembly. "You know, it wouldn't be hard for you to sneak a small water gun in your blouse."
I let my free hand slide up her belly grabbing a handful of that firm young breast, one that makes my wife's tit feel like a half empty bag of day-old Jello. The swelling of my cock that had almost fully retreated in my embarrassed fumbling about with my jeans as I headed over to answer the door, instantly reversed course and was growing rapidly.
I was proud of myself, I couldn't believe that I'd told her to poke her ass out. That she complied - my cock found its full measure realizing the environment had instantly become pregnant with opportunity. She was wearing a loose fitting skirt that rode high on her hips and laid gracefully over the wonderfully sculpted ass that sat like a forbidden reef just under the tide of white washed cotton.
Letting go of her hair and sliding my hand down her back and around to her other breast, I pulled my rock hard cock still hidden in the seam of my jeans deep into the crease of her ass. "I bet you didn't expect this today did you I whispered." I leaned close to her ear, "I too have a water gun hidden. What did you call it, a dick, you want nothing more than a wonderful rock hard dick don't you? Isn't that what you said?"
She moans a little, "Yes, yes I did say that." Pressing myself into her softness, the wall her only retreat but she pushed against it, "Well Katie today is your lucky day. My cock want's nothing more than to shoot hot thick ropes of stick sweet cum all over you. To shower you in a fountain of affection."
My hand had slid down her belly, under the hem of her skirt, under her panties, and between the wonderfully puffy labia that protected her modesty. The wetness that I found tracing those folds to the deeper folds, and the entrance to her lust, let me know everything. I heard her gasp. She bit her lip. I smiled.
Oh sweetheart, what have we here! Hand cupping her mound, two fingers curled into her, only room for one, the other traced her crease to her ass. "Fuck, you are wet and slippery. You deviant little princess, I'm driving you mad aren't I!"
It was her ass that answered as she moaned, dropped her head and slid up and down against the bulge that was, like the hulk, tearing at the zipper holding him captive. "Yes babee girl, that big dick you've been greedy for is going to be yours. I'll show you all the pleasures your body was made for."
I swear she moaned in loss as my fingers retreated from her tight and sloppy wet little cunt, fingers grasping her devilishly thin little panties I pulled them down binding on her thighs. With a strong yank, a whimper of pain - or maybe delight, and a red mark that I would discover lasted for weeks, her panties lay a torn veil of innocence on the floor behind us.
"Mr Smith?" I hear sheepishly, coming from her head against the wall, her hands still high. Her knees strong in their weakness, I felt warm for her. "Mr Smith" she said, "I really don't have a squirt gun, I just wanted to visit a little. Is Caitryn going to be home soon?"
Smiling, "Katie she's at the golf course, it will be hours before she's home." With a deviant smile she couldn't see, and my hands taking her hips and driving then up and down the length of my sheathed cock, "Wife too!"
As for a squirt gun, I'm sure you have something that'll squirt my poor daughter and take her out of the game, I'll find it. With that I took a handful of hair, and pulled her head back, her long neck forcing her spine down and her ass firmly nestled left and right of my drooling and anxious cock.
Her knees got weak, all that passion gave way to fate and as she stumbled toward the ground under the collapse of her resolve. I caught her up in my arms. I smiled at her look of sheepish curiosity and glassy eyed passion.
