Known Pleasures

	“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.” There was more than truth in that statement then I had said in most of my life. While I was working the case in Trottingham I couldn’t help but come across the rarest of beauties. She was that certain kind of special you only find in lingerie catalogs or tucked under a teenage boy’s mattress in a playboy. To me it wasn’t sexual although how could you possibly deny it as anything but. It went far beyond that. A taste of home I’d never had. Something I had lacked and did not even know I was missing yet it consumed my thoughts. I had to partake.
She shyly looked up from the stool she was perched on. She knew exactly why I was here and what I wanted from her. There was just so much of her to give that she couldn’t contain. Half the area was already drinking her from glass bottles that had chilled in a cellar before being shipped out to the locals. I wanted something different from what they received. I wanted it whole and fresh. Unfiltered and still warm from the heat of her heart.

	There were no words needed between us. She understood my desire and scooted to the edge of the stool. I picked up the bucket she had been filling and set it aside. There’d be no need for it at the moment. Laying my head down under her breasts I smiled up at her as she watched. When I opened my mouth it was met with a small stream of richness. The warmth flowed over my teeth and tongue down into the back of my throat and I wanted to shiver from the sensation. First one then the other brought that sweet flow of milk to my eager and awaiting belly.

	After minutes passing I couldn’t contain it any longer, I had to have more of her. Raising my head from the ground I pushed slightly on the stool and smiled. “I want you on all fours.” My voice was low and gentle. She stood and dropped to her front hooves awaiting another command from me. “I’m going to suckle until I’ve had my fill.” She looked as if she was going to protest yet I silenced her when my lips wrapped around her nipple and my teeth lightly bit. I felt the surge of pleasure move through her body as I became a babe again under her drinking directly from the breast. This is what I had missed as a child and now as a man it held a strange sexual power over me. Alternating between the two I would drink her fresh hot milk with such hunger that she would start moaning.
I couldn’t stand it any longer and released myself. She gasped at my erectness but she settled into fascination as I stroked myself in rhythm of suckling. I’d take a long draw of her cream upon my tongue and pull my hand in long strokes. To my surprise she lowered her mouth to my shaft and enveloped it in silky moisture. I would drink from her and she would suck from me urging me to provide the same sustenance that she gave. The two of us were locked together in surges and ebbs playing with each other in this moment. She would moan and I would groan.

	Our bodies responding to the desires we both held deep. There was a building inside of me and I couldn’t wait any longer. It started to take hold and shake my body from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair. She felt it and started to suckle faster on me which only encouraged me to return the same in kind. We both sped up with the frantic pace of our hearts. At last there was no stepping back and I released myself inside of her. She drank every last drop even licking me clean. In that moment I was complete and whole having never felt this way in my entire life. She collapsed beside me and we both spent the next several minutes breathless.
“By Celestia that was incredible.” She panted and nuzzled my leg.
“Ready to go again Milky?” I asked as my hands traced circles around her erect nipples and she whimpered in pleasure.
“Always.” she said moaned against me.