Ice Cream Could Wait

“I need you, Regina,” I said to her. Moaned to her, really. That was the feeling in my chest now. This yearning to be as close to my Goddess as possible. I pulled her into me and needed our tits to touch. Our lips to meet. Our tongues to entwine. Every point of contact sent blood rushing and flushing through me. Need. Sex was a need now.

We ended up on the floor, hardwood on my back, soft Ringmistress on my chest, my stomach, my legs. Is that how it worked? I was her master, she was my mistress? I found myself tearing off her clothes instead of dwelling on nomenclature. They were my clothes actually, and I felt less bad about how the straps broke and the fabric ripped. All I wanted was to see more of her and touch more of her. Kiss more of her. She laughed as I pressed my face into those amazing, pillowy breasts.

“You’re like a horny teenager, Alexi,” she said, in her teasing, loving way. I felt like I had a lot of catching up to do, the dim recollection of my puberty rather less drama filled than some of my friends’ had been. I think I understood my highschool contemporaries more now, their struggles with jealousy and confusion about their bodies back then. I was confused too of course, but now I had a new perspective on things. Even with Regina wrapped up with me in our increasingly sweaty embrace, and knowing that I somehow was her literal master, I feared losing her. Feared letting go at all in case it would be the last time I ever touched her. I almost didn’t want any of this to end… this lovely friction… this sharing of heat… even the illogical feeling of already missing her despite Regina being right here with me. Pressed against me. I felt her fingers in my hair, then a pressure on the back of my head that made me push forward. My cheeks were in her tits… then Regina slipped her nipple into my mouth for the first time. Instinct made me start sucking.

Another thrilling sensation came up through my core as I licked and lapped at her thickening teat. Sucking on another woman’s breast was suddenly the most erotic thing to me… My underwear was utterly drenched. I didn’t even care to remove them… I just wanted to suckle. I could feel my own nipples scratching against the inside of my flannel and it felt so good. Imagine getting them sucked on! Hearing her moan made mine stiffer than ever. Her pleasure was my only concern for a while. I wished I could taste more of her, greedy thoughts bubbling. Illogical thoughts. I wanted to taste her milk, I realised. But she wasn’t a breastfeeding mother, I reasoned. But I wanted her to be so badly all of a sudden, like her gift of a nipple in my mouth wasn’t enough. “Ohhh fuck… Alexi!” I heard her moan, my own heart thumping in my ears. There was a noticeable heat on my finger then, more confusing sensation that I wanted to ignore… almost burning until…

Warm wet sweetness flooded my mouth. My tongue was suddenly bathed in a watery, strangely familiar taste and I drank without thinking. My entire body shook with how good it felt draining down my throat. Milk. Real, delicious, fresh breastmilk. Regina had suddenly sprung a leak and I just happened to be attached to the spurting point of pressure. I think I orgasmed on my second swallowed mouthful, feeling my legs quiver as my thighs squeezed together. Heat bloomed through me, every nerve sizzling, but my lips stayed stuck, suctioned. Sucking.

There was a wonderful giggling from above me, angels singing… Regina was stroking my hair. “You made your own dessert out of me, sweet thing,” she cooed proudly. I wasn’t quite understanding her… all I knew was she was magic and her tits had somehow become even more delicious. I gulped, thirst insatiable, but in an odd soft comfort now, my earlier thrashing stilled into a calm sort of squirming. I looked up to see my Goddess smiling down on me as I suckled her… and strange, fleeting thoughts passed my swimming mind. I was reminded of my mother for a moment, and that sent a pulse through my pussy, a thrilling little spasm that made the shame of the thought lose much of its edge. It melted away… and then I pictured Brooke for a moment, her greying ponytail undone, locks loose around her pretty, lined face. She was holding me. As if she were the one cradling me to her tit. I didn’t even know what her breasts would look like, but I imagined myself just laying in her lap as she minded the store, a grown woman sucking her boob like it was the most natural thing in the world.

That passed too though, because I started to ‘wake up’. I saw Regina again, my world. The source of my desire. Literally feeding it to me right now. I didn’t understand how it was possible and I needed to breathe.

“Regina…” I gasped, finally detaching myself. Had I done this somehow? She didn’t say anything, just had her arm around my shoulders. I looked down and saw that amazing swell of soft flesh, the taut, now slightly red nipple still leaking, dribbling out milk at a heart pump’s pace. I was still thirsty, licked my lips, and couldn’t stop myself from going back in.

“Alexi… you have no idea how good that feels…” Regina sighed, and I felt her hand slide under my arm and grasp onto my breast. She squeezed me over my shirt with need and I moaned into her bosom. I heard a metallic jingle. My belt was being undone, then my fly was completely opened. Somehow I couldn’t predict her fingers sliding down into my soaked underwear. She hissed as I bit down on her nipple, the touch of her slender digits making me flinch.

“I’m sorry!” I whimpered, realising what I had done while my spine curved with pleasure, but her response to that was to push my face back into her breast and shush me. To keep feeding me her nourishing milk. She was stroking my clit with my own wetness, curling her fingers down into my slit to drag my arousal across my throbbing bud.

“You’re such a wonderful little creature, Ringmaster,” Regina said, her voice musical, her fingering of my most sensitive instrument making my body sing. “Your hot little desires are so new… and so… pure…”

I heard the word ‘pure’. What I was gulping down my throat was pure liquid bliss. She seemed to have an unending supply of it. “How wet did you get just from the taste of mommy’s milk?”

I couldn’t handle that, or her questing, thrusting fingers and the pressure she held against my clit. I screamed, **** on milk, and came harder than I ever think I have. My restrictively tight jeans kept me from flailing too wildly, but the strain in my throat burned worse as I struggled for breath with the spluttering and coughing, adding to my rollicking climax until I was dizzy. Her chirping laughter was what I eventually heard once I stopped shuddering and could take a few wheezing pants again. My being continued to tingle, my lips feeling a bit sticky. Regina leaned down to fix that, wanting to taste her own milk right out of my mouth. Whatever traces of it I hadn’t sucked down my throat anyway. “Mmmm… that’s even better than ice cream,” she said after retrieving her wet tongue from my thirsty maw. I had to agree.