Aprils Kiss Special Edition episode 4
By Cathy Brockman
I would like to acknowledge a dear friend and fan of mine. Since I like to
make you all happy and I do listen to you, here is a special edition. Thanks to
Faith Ann Whitten for the steamy idea for the dream scene I hope you like what
I did with your idea!
Brice barely remembers getting home. The ride, getting a shower
and then tumbling into bed in nothing but boxers were all a drunken haze. The last thing he remembered was staring at
the ceiling trying to make sense of the night. He went out to get laid and came
home with two phone numbers for more than casual lays and April as a permanent house-guest. Then he closed his eyes and drifted off to dreamworld.
The door opens then shuts. There is a soft click of the
door being locked before the light flicks on nearly blinding me. Rubbing my
eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden change, I hear soft music start to play.
Swallowing hard my gaze is transfixed on the illusion in front of me. April
dances a few feet from my bed, dressed in one of those naughty schoolgirl
outfits. You know the one, the way too short plaid skirt; almost see through
white button up blouse with a sexy red bra showing through that barely hides
her small but firmly rounded breasts. Long white socks just over the knees
complete the ensemble. She gyrates seductively hands roaming her body,
mimicking what she would like my hands to be doing to her. She slowly unbuttons the shirt leaving it
hanging open; exposing that beautiful, white flesh that is begging to be
explored.
She slips the top
of the bra down exposing one perfect, hard nipple, pinching it, tossing her
head back moaning.
“Do you want this Daddy?” She rasps; her voice needy,
full of want.
“Please don’t call me Daddy. I want you so much, but
you’re right. I practically raised you. I AM sort of your daddy. This is so wrong.” My voice comes out a soft whisper as I try to
convince her why we shouldn't do this, or am I trying to convince myself?
She continues
caressing the exposed nipple in one hand; the other is sliding slowly up her
thigh, lifting her skirt, moving closer and closer to the place that would
bring her release and so much pleasure. Knowing that
in her release I would find my own, as the heat pools inside me.
She spread her
legs arching to the music, giving me a peek at the tiny wisp of fabric barely
covering the treasure trove I ached so badly to see, to touch, to taste, to slip
inside and feel her heat surround me. I try to look away, to try to not want to, but
her gasp and seductive chuckle keep my eyes riveted.
“Face it. You want this as much as I do, Da…. Sir.” She dips her finger under the red lace thong .
“You do want
this.” She says as a statement just before she puts her wet finger in her mouth
licking, her cheeks hallowing as she begins to suck it. I do want her. I have
for a long time but not like this; not just a toy.
My mouth goes dry,
I’ve never wanted anything so bad in so long. She is like that forbidden fruit;
you know you shouldn’t sample. I come totally unglued. In one swift movement I
am out of the bed, and standing before her. She removes the finger from her
mouth and extends it to mine. As my tongue darts out to taste it she chuckles,
jerking it way, reaching behind her with both hands to unfasten the bra.
“No! Stop! Don’t speak unless I ask you something! The
hungry command in my voice stuns us both as I roughly grab her arms, jerking
her into me. She gasps as our bodies collide and my hands fumble at the closure
on the back of her bra.
I gently pepper each shoulder with butterfly kisses as I
slide the shirt and bra over her shoulders, down her arms. then push her back
as I toss the garments toward the chair by the door, not even caring that I
miss. I briefly admire her beautiful body, bare from the hips up standing, lan
offering before me.
“How do you want me? Against the wall? On the bed?” She
starts to unfasten the single button holding the skirt on her curvy form.
“I thought I told you not to speak. Leave it!” I bat her
hands from the button, grabbing her I sit back on the bad flipping her over my
knees.
Bent over my lap, the short skirt raises baring two
gorgeous voluptuous globes; a hint of red strap barely peeks from the valley
leading to a small wisp of lace holding the thong in place.
“You’re such a bad girl.”
I smack each cheek twice rapidly, then gently rub them to sooth the
sting. My cock straining beneath us, threatening to explode.
She presses her hips down, grinding against me.
I rapidly slap her ass twice more. ”So wonderfully bad!”
I toss her up onto the bed straddling over her. Her beautiful brown eyes; deeper,
richer, than usual, behind fluttering lashes as she battles to keep them open,
to watch.
Her tongue darts out to wet her dry lips, the hoop in her
bottom lip gone, but a small silver cone still in her tongue. My dick twitches
as I try to imagine what that will feel like working over my hard hot flesh. I
lean down, caressing one small but firm orb with my lips, my tongue teasing the
hard nipple. I circle it slowly wanting to lavish every inch of her, but that’s
for another time. I Take it between my teeth, nipping and tugging, eliciting
a gasp of surprise; pain mixed with pleasure. Satisfied with the combination I
continue my torture of her lovely breasts, first one then the other, nipping
and sucking. Her wanton moans, urging me to continue doing the things I have
wanted for a while but have been trying so hard to ignore. I can’t hold back
any longer. Her teasing has just been too much. I am man, human after all.
I reach down and pull off my boxers, tossing them to the
floor. I move up pinning her arms down to her side with my knees, my pulsing
cock bobbing near her chin.
“Suck me, show me what that tongue ring feels like on my
dick.” I shove both pillows under her head raising it so she can get to me; I
grasp the headboard with both hands for support.
Carnal moans escape my throat as she teases, licking the
length, then my balls, back up the shaft. The small hard piece of metal in the
soft velvety midst of her tongue sends mixed sensations of pleasure and pain through
me. I cry out as the tiny cone dips in
the slit almost losing my control and coming.
“Stop! Gonna come! “ She pays me no minds as she takes me
deep in her mouth sucking.
I try to pull away. She pulls her arms from between us
and grasps my hips tightly, holding me there as she brings me to a roaring
climax. It’s all I can do to hang on to the headboard not collapsing on her,
suffocating her.
All of a sudden I hear another door open. I was sure she
locked the bedroom door. My eyes dart towards the bathroom door, a tall slender
figure barely illuminated by the light.
“No fair. You started without me.” Colby drops the towel
wrapped around his hips and places his knees on the bed.
“Can I join in?” He leans forward, his mouth finding
mine, slowly, deeply, he kisses me.
“Please.” I murmur beneath his soft lips as his tongue
enters, dancing against mine.
April’s body tenses beneath me. I feel her pushing to get
me off. I sit gently down on her
trapping her. I pull away from Colby momentarily.
“Be still. I ‘m not done with you. You disobeyed me. Made
me come. Now you wait. I’ll take care of you soon enough.”
I turn back to the handsome man in front of me and
breathe helplessly into his lips.
“Suck me. Make me hard again.” I rearrange us so Colby can get on the bed,
his mouth on my demanding cock and I can reach Aprils hot ,wet, core As
Coby’s tongue explores my cock, I explore her heat with my fingers watching
both these beautiful people, listening to their cries of pleasure, so eager to
please me, trying to decide what I want.
Such a tantalizing decision to make. But I can’t really have both can I?
My eyes flutter open as hot spurts of liquid cover my
stomach and chest. I awake finding myself in my bed alone. Thank heavens!
As I remember the
dream nausea overwhelms me. I jump from the bed barely making it into
the bathroom before streams of bitter, stale beer and bourbon erupt. I don’t hear the bathroom door open or
the water turn on in the skin as I continue gagging and heaving. A cool cloth
covers my forehead as a soft voice stuns me back to reality.
“You OK Daddy B?”
I jump as if I've been burned at the sound of Aprils voice, nearly knocking her to the floor.
“April! What the HELL!”
I let out a small sigh of relief as I notice she is wearing pajamas and
not the racy school girl costume. Whew it WAS just a dream.
“You can’t just come into my bedroom, uh..or bathroom
without knocking! If you’re gonna stay here with me we are going to set some
rules, some boundaries, or you’re gonna have to go! I can’t do this!” My voice
sounds panicked and harsh.
She looks at me
dazed and confused, tears welling in her eyes as she drops the cloth into my
lap and turns running out the door sobbing.
Shit what have I done? I start to head out
after her when a cool breeze reminds me I am naked and covered in puke and
semen. I jump in the shower and rinse quickly, grabbing the robe I keep on the
door and hurriedly head out the door, barreling right into Kelsey. Can this
day get any worse?
I steady her and try
to move around her but she grounds herself reaching out blocking my path.
“What the fuck Dad? I can hear your yelling through my
door.”
“I had a dream, got sick, April barged in the bathroom.
Shit I have to talk to her.”
“Not yet Dad first you and I need to have a serious heart
to heart!” Her voice held that ‘you’re not going anywhere until you listen to
me tone’ her mother used to get.
My head is
pounding my stomach roiling, I am confused enough, I don’t need my twenty one
year old daughter telling me what to do. What I need is a drink.
Leave a comment and let us know what you
thought about Faith Ann’s suggestion to add a bit more heat! What will Brice
Do? Will April stay? Where does Colby factor in? Be sure to check back Friday for the
conclusion of Aprils Kiss.
If you
missed the first three and want to catch up here are the links
Episode
one link:
Episode 2link
Episode
3 Here
