Milk and Cookies Ch. 02

"Ummph..." Tia was starting to breathe heavily now, and the telltale pink flush was starting at her face, and slowly moving down across her torso. She brought her hands to her breasts, rolling them around and pinching her nipples; and she was starting to roll her butt from side to side, trying to thrust against some unseen lover.

I pressed again... level four. I think I heard the faintest mechanical hum; but clearly, Tia was feeling much more. Her breasts were flushed bright pink now, her nipples incredibly stiff and engorged; and she was starting to perspire, her skin developing that thin, reflective sheen. She was breathing heavily now, giving out quiet little gasps of pleasure; her hands had fallen from her breasts and were making tiny, ineffectual clawing motions at the sheets which covered the mattress. I reached over and pressed the palm of my hand against her right nipple, slowly rolling her breast around; and then I clenched my fist, grabbing her breast, lifting it up and slowly let it pour through my hand. I grabbed the nipple as it flowed past, and gave it a quick rub between my thumb and forefinger; and I was amazed at how thick and engorged it was. And of course, it was kind of a rule that whatever you did to one breast you had to do to the other; so I repeated the process with her left breast, as well.

I took her to level five, and immediately saw the effect. She started to make tiny, desperate little moans of pleasure as she rolled her head side to side; her entire body was flushed bright pink now... legs, breasts, everything. Sweat was pooling on her abdomen and rolling off onto the bed to either side, saturating the bed sheets with her scent. I looked at the stimulator arm clipped to her clitoris and saw that it was buzzing rapidly; and Tia's muff had the soaked, matted look of a woman in the throes of pleasure.

Level six. Tia arched her back; her nipples were even more swollen and bright red in color, her breasts covered by a sheen of sweat. She'd pulled her feet beneath her and was randomly thrusting her crotch off the bed, her hands pulled tightly into little fists. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and she was starting to mewl quietly, in that anxious, desperate way that I'd learned to associate with an imminent orgasm. I reached out and ran my fingers across her breasts, feeling the heat and luxuriating in the soft spongy feel as I rolled my fingers across them. Tia was so far gone into the depths of pleasure, that I felt as if I owned her completely; she was totally vulnerable, totally open, totally mine. I dragged my fingers across her swollen nipples, once again marveling at their stiffness and color. I flicked them back and forth with my finger; I'd never seen nipples so swollen and engorged before. Sweat had gathered in the crease where her breasts lay against her body; I ran a finger along that crease, displacing the moisture and bringing my fingers up across her breastbone, completely encircling her breasts with my fingers. I owned her completely; she was so imprisoned by pleasure, that she could do nothing but grant me full and open access to her body.

So I decided to leave Tia at level six for a while, as I tried to gauge how close she was to orgasm. She was rolling her hips from side to side, thrusting sporadically. Her face was flushed bright red, and she was moaning desperately. I watched her moans becoming louder, more frequent, more desperate...

And I made my decision. I took her to level seven, the highest level; and immediately Tia spasmed, gasping and moaning in pleasure as she thrashed her body around on the bed. Musk was heavy in the air, a thin sheen of girl cum coating Tia's lovely matted muff and crotch. Her moans became more louder, and more forceful... and she finally let out a long, continuous frenzied keening sound, as if pleasure were giving birth.

I pushed the button one more time... and the unit shut off abruptly, dropping from full power to zero in a nanosecond. Tia froze, her crotch pushed up in the air, sweat streaming down her torso and liquid love dripping from her crotch onto the bed sheets. She gasped for air, she quivered... and then she collapsed onto the bed, gasping and crying. "Oh, God," she kept saying, in between gasps. "Oh, God."

Slowly her breathing slowed down, and she turned to me, tears leaking from her eyes. "Dad... please hold me." So I reached out and drew her to me; and she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly... and she began to sob. "Dad... Dad," was all she was able to articulate between her breathing and her sobs.

I cradled her softly, but protectively; and I kissed her hair, and made small comforting noises. "It's all right, darling," I breathed softly into her ear. "I'm here, babe. And I'm never leaving you." And Tia sobbed all the harder, hugging me tightly.

Eventually, her sobs subsided, and her breathing slowed. I kissed her forehead gently. "Hey, darling, please tell me... what's going on? Are you okay?"

And Tia looked up at me, her face wet with tears, her face contorted. "Oh, Dad... I was so wrong." She sobbed some more. "I thought it was all about sex. I thought sex was just a toy for adults. But I was so wrong."

"That thing ripped an orgasm out of me. I came... but it wasn't fun. I didn't like it." She reached shakily down to her swollen pussy, and, with trembling fingers, found the release button on the cliterator. The stimulus arm snapped open, and the sticky, sloppy egg flopped out into Tia's hand.

Tia used part of the pillow case to wipe her tears away, and brought the sticky, shiny cliterator up, holding it between us. "This isn't love. This isn't love," Tia was breathing heavily, tears threatening to well from her eyes again. "You know how they talk about people getting addicted to sex? I think this is what they mean." She paused, and gathered her thoughts. "This is sex, but it isn't love."

"Love is feeling your lover beside you, holding you, cherishing you. Love is trying to bring pleasure, to someone that you treasure. Love is caring deeply about someone... and knowing that they care just as deeply about you." Tia looked at the device. "This is just sex. And I think that people could get really caught up in chasing sex... when what they were really looking for, was love."

Tia rolled over in bed and placed the cliterator on the carpet, giving it a push that sent it rolling into a corner. "It's a great toy; it'll be very popular. But it's just a toy. It's just sex. Unromantic, uncaring, physical sensation... and when it's over, you're all alone."

Tia ran her finger down my chest and looked into my eyes, with clouds of sadness still drifting across hers. "That's the difference, I think. With love, when the sex is over... you're not alone. And Dad... I love you. I love you, and I don't want to be alone. Not ever again. I want you, with me, always."

Tia sniffled, and looked up at me. "Dad, I was so wrong. Because I don't just want sex." Tears started to well up in her eyes. "What I want, is sex... with you."

And so we hugged and nestled our bodies together, aligning our hearts and mingling our souls in a bed made of sweat and tears. Slowly, we became one again with each other; and slowly, Tia relaxed in my arms. Her breathing slowed, and she fell into a deep sleep; and I pulled the blankets up over both of us. I stroked her hair, and kissed her forehead; and, still sleeping, she smiled faintly. She was relaxed, and felt safe... and, knowing that my baby felt safe, I relaxed as well.

And as the light dimmed, I looked at the cliterator, lying in the corner on the floor, abandoned; and I saw lying there a fundamental truth. That chromed, spiffy little egg could deliver sex in abundance; but it could never deliver love. And once the sex was over it was abandoned, until the next time it was to be turned on, used, and discarded. I'd learned that sex without love, is ultimately life without meaning. But Tia had given my life new meaning, because she'd done much more than give me sex; she'd given me love.

And in giving me love, she'd given me everything.