Senior Assassin

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.

I don't remember how she got swept up in my arms, but I carried her through the kitchen and family room to a sunroom pleasantly lit by the afternoon sun streaming through the windows.

A large dark table at hip height is centered in the room. Together, we are just two fish is a fishbowl for the neighborhood of back doors. Should they be interested, I would expect them to watch. I loved the idea of showing off Katie's coming of age story.

On the table, skirt askew, elbows propped, knees laid together, I smiled and unbuttoned my jeans. The time had come to reconcile my lust with her innocent and at the same time anxious expectation. My smile must have said, "you're conquered you little cunt," because her elbows slid out, her head dropped down to the table, and her knees parted showing me her beautifully exposed little hairy peach, moist and aching for my touch. I knew she would be perfect little sex kitten to cuddle with for hopefully years to come.

Having pulled out a chair to seat myself to tease this young would-be assassin, I chided her. You know what we do with those who would seek to do the family harm? I smirked as I grabbed her ankle and slid her across and around the table to bring her beautiful little shiny wet cunt to my face. I looked up the length of her frame. She is such a perfectly shaped young woman. Her eyes met my gaze with yearning and maybe a little fear; scared of what she might see and at the same time aching with curiosity. We eat them alive honey, we eat them alive!

Hands cupping her hips left and right, I brought her aroma of arousal to me, her scent heavenly fresh and innocent. I bit her inner thigh and her hips bucked, she laughed and half came to sitting up, I pulled her into me, my nose parting her hair, her clit standing like a punching bag for my tongue. She was new to all this so I just gently kissed it and let my tongue feel the intricacies of her inner lips.

Manhandling her ass, I dropped my tongue to her little rosebud and parted her heavenly scent with my nose. My tongue, so skilled in sucking honey from a flower, savored everything her little cunt produced. I slipped my finger into her, curled it towards my nose and grabbed the bone of her pubis holding her to my face. My lips, my beard, my tongue a menagerie of pleasure dancing with her clit, sucking and fucking my new play toy with my face, my nose, my fingers and tongue.

My eyes sparkled as she moaned and bucked like a two-year-old pony getting broken to bring a lifetime of pleasure to her rider. Her cunt gripped and sucked my fingers, her abs taught and tight pulling her breasts down toward her knees, toward my head. I felt her orgasm as bliss. Her little ass sliding around the table both trying to keep and escape my fingers and mouth.

She orgasmed over and over again. It was wonderful. So many girls are filled with inhibition, or hurt, or harm or something. Something embarrassing maybe, to release that little death for a lover. I smiled at her body's willingness to come for the ride with me.

I'd rest my face, my hairy cheek against her scent, the moistness pickling my skin. I'd tease her over the top, watching her fingers pinching her nipples through her blouse. I'd cup her little cunt with the palm of my hand while my smile swaddled her newfound pleasures, and her position as my concubine.

I brushed the hair from her face, opened her blouse and whispered. "Katie, you're mine now. You know that don't you?" She bit her lip and laid back. "Yes Mr. Smith, yes, yes I'm yours." "You're going to be my little whore aren't you, you're going to come back to me again and again while I train your body for pleasure aren't you?" Nodding my head, she too nodded hers.

I took her nipple in my mouth and let my hands lift her ass pulling her cheeks apart, I wanted to eat her little anus, but the time had come to introduce her to every inch of my dripping hot hard cock.

Sanding, I smiled at her, my cock loosed, my belt and jeans around my ankles, my shoes still tied, I smiled and slid her in her own wetness to the edge of the table. My big cock made her little cunt look so tiny, so fragile, so ready to serve and receive me.

I pushed with a long-extended thrust into her, three inches, four, the fingernails on her hands pierced my thighs. I guess I'll probably have a little explaining to do to the wife. I waited and pulled halfway back out. A little blood like a ring standing proud on my cock, this little virgin was now my little slut.

She looked scared, but my smile reassuring, I put my finger to her lips - her scent still fresh. She moaned and sucked them as I pushed back into her, four inches, five, six, I felt her cervix against the head of my cock. I knew that now was a moment to build trust so I wouldn't stab her cervix yet. I'd wait to take her to that point where our two souls become one. At the moment, she needed to forget the tear of her hymen the little tension of pain. her fingers needed to relax on my thigh.

I fucked her slowly that first time, long patient strokes, deeper and deeper, shallower and shallower, I let her pussy get familiar with my every ridge and vein. I loved watching how her lips sucked my cock until the very end releasing and floating back to their new native.

We looked at one another as I fucked her, fucked her on the table that I eat and that I fuck my wife on.

I smiled at the thought of sitting Michelle there at that very spot and feeding her a freshly cut mango. I might not even clean up Katie's fresh juices from the wood. I smiled at that thought.

Lifting Katie onto my hips, she wrapped herself around me, her nipples like darts piercing my chest, her grip on the back of my neck desperate. She took all of me for the first time and moaned into my ear... "Fuck Mr. Smith, your goddamn wonderful." I smiled using my big hands to raise and lower her on her totem pole of pleasure.

Her blood having given away to a white cream, a cream both tart and sweet at once, a cream of bonding and we fucked and fucked. Her cervix did come to meet the tip of my cock, almost opening to my depth, I felt her womb sucking on the tip of my cock. Our souls kissing.

It wasn't until I'd witnesses at least a dozen orgasms from little to dramatic that I felt her first explosive release. "Yes, Katie that's it, I knew I'd find your watergun!" She laughed in embarrassment. It was at that moment I realized just how beautiful she was as a person, as a precious and interesting person. And, how wonderfully potent a lover she would become.

That did it, I began to feel the impending need to free my seed. "Babee" I whispered, "kneel down and let me introduce you to the cock you will worship for the rest of your life."

She didn't want to let me out of her and my effort to hold back was losing the battle. Katie, it's time to face the squirt gun! She laughed and slipped down to the floor my creamy leaking slick-with-her-juices cock, balls tight just twitching for the right kiss or caress.

She wrapped her little hands around my slippery shaft. It took no time at all to begin to paint her lovely face and hair with rope after rope of pearl laden cum, the irony was so poignant, her sweet smile, the assassin had been assassinated.

"Katie," as I used my index finger to wipe the cum from her face, her nose, her forehead, I'd feed her my finger. "That my little Katie is honest affection, and I'm bubbling over with affection for you, you should be painted head to toe for me."

She hesitantly but then greedily sucked my fingers. "Thank you Mr. Smith, you were right, I guess you did find my squirt gun after all. I really didn't think I was armed."

Senior Assassin, I laughed... that got me to thinking. What of week two?