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The following week’s meeting followed the pattern of the previous one. About a dozen new mothers met in my friend Sherry’s apartment. A representative of La Leche League, a very stern-looking woman, spoke to the group about the importance of nutrition and how mother’s milk is the perfect food for infants. She didn’t need to tell them about the deep emotion bond that this most intimate feeding act builds between the mother and child, or rather between the feeder and the fed. After her remarks, she asked Sherry about the lone male at the meeting. Sherry lied, saying he was the husband of one of the ladies. Giving him a suspicious glance, she left, as did most of the mothers.
Sherry, Bonnie and Alice stayed, as did one other woman. Juliet was new to the group. She hadn’t said a word throughout the ‘regular’ part of the meeting and the ladies wondered how to tell her about the ‘special’ part that was about to begin. These ladies had become very close over the last months sharing their passion for breastfeeding their babies and for exploring the sensual and sexual possibilities that seemed to them as natural as the more utilitarian aspects of lactation. Steven, originally a friend only of Sherry, had stumbled into the group and provided the male appreciation that none of the ladies got at home. These ‘special’ meetings after the ‘regular’ meetings had become the women’s unique evenings of sharing the gift of mother’s milk with each other and with their private ‘big baby’, Steven. And sharing his innocent appreciation of the most motherly of activities, as well as the strong sexual desire that it kindled in him was the highlight of the week for all of them.
Juliet spoke, “I can tell you are wondering about me. I’m Juliet Lewiston. I’m a new mother too. Although I don’t look it, I know.”
Juliet was a very sophisticated-looking lady with short, white blonde hair plastered straight back. She had a striking face then looked almost angelic as she spoke. Her bright blue eyes flashed.
“I adopted a baby this week. He’s home with a nurse. I live alone. I’m a lesbian. Sorry to blurt it out like that, but I want to get to the point. I know Doris, who has been a part of your little sucky-fucky group, and she told me I should come here. That maybe one of you could help me. I need…I guess you’d call it a wet-nurse. Someone who can provide mother’s milk for my baby.”
Sherry, Alice and Steven all bristled at her description of their little group. Steven feared she was going to blow the whistle on his fantasy-come-true. Sherry spoke up.
“Ms. Lewiston. I don’t know what Doris told you, but it sounds like you have the wrong idea about us. La Leche League…”
“La Leche League would be very interested, I’m sure, that one of their chapters is being used to facilitate unprotected sex. They might want to know about the single man who suckles the new moms and then makes them blow him. Is that what you were going to say?” Juliet sneered at Sherry.
Steven asked, “OK, what do you want?”
“Right to the point, eh? Just like a man. Well, don’t worry, stud. I’m not going to spoil your little mommy’s boy fantasy fest. I just want in on the action, in a way.” She turned to look at Bonnie.
“Oooo. You are fine, aren’t you? Bonnie, right? What are you, eighteen, nineteen?” She walked over to the standing Bonnie and circled her, inspecting her. “Doris said your tits were just bursting with milk. That you couldn’t get rid of it fast enough. And that you were a horny one.”
Sherry was getting angry. “Alright, get to the point. And stop harassing our friend!”
“Harassing? My dear, I was about to offer to change her life,” Juliet’s tone softened. “Bonnie, I understand that you are in, shall we say, not luxurious circumstances. I, on the other hand, have more than I need, money-wise. I need an au pair, a live-in companion who will provide milk for my baby. In return, I will provide uşak escort your own room, bathroom, use of a car, a handsome salary, benefits, all the things you don’t have. Isn’t that right?”
Bonnie asked, “How do you know?”
Juliet smiled, “I hope you don’t mind I had a detective do some research. I can’t let just anyone into my home. Well, would you like to come home with me or will it be back to the YWCA?”
Bonnie looked at the tall, slim, well-dressed woman. She looked like a high-powered executive, or a model, thought Bonnie. Bonnie loved the idea of feeding a baby. And if half of what Juliet was telling her turned out to be true it would be a vast improvement over her current situation. She looked at her friends.
“What should I do?”
Sherry said, “We’ll ride along to make sure you are for real, Ms. Lewiston. Then it will be up to Bonnie.”
“Fine,” agreed Juliet. “Follow me then. It’s 110 Orchard Lane. The big house.”
Sherry, Alice, Bonnie and Steven piled into his old car and followed Juliet’s Lexus to her palatial home. Juliet gave them a tour which ended up in an expansive living room.
“Well, you’ve seen my son. You’ve seen where you’ll be sleeping. You see I’m for real. I have contracts and insurance forms at my lawyer’s office. We can sign them tomorrow. Will you take the job?”
It had all happened so fast. Bonnie’s last few weeks had been a roller coaster of emotion from having her baby and giving it up for adoption, to meeting Sherry and Steven and the ladies. To this. Why not, she thought. She had nowhere else to go. She nodded.
Sherry and Alice exchanged glances. They were not sure about this. Plus, they had not been relieved of their milk. Both women were nearing the point of pain. Bonnie, too, was squirming from the ache in her huge breasts.
She said, “Juliet, I have to relieve the….the…” She cupped her huge chest.
Juliet directed her up to the nursery to feed the baby. Bonnie disappeared up the stairs. Juliet then turned to her other guests.
“How rude of me. You two ladies must be feeling rather…full..as well, no? And you, young man, you haven’t gotten your feeding. You haven’t gotten your rocks off either. Poor baby.” Juliet had a way of slipping between the ‘good witch’ and the ‘bad witch’ personalities. “Ladies, mi casa es su casa. Feel free to have your little secret meeting here.”
“You mean our sucky-fucky?” Sherry sneered at Juliet.
“Darling, you can’t take offence at my little jokes,” Juliet smiled. “I think it’s kind of beautiful, in a way. Go ahead. Please. I’d like to watch, if you don’t mind.”
Slowly Sherry and Alice looked at each other and gave into the pressure and heavy ache each one felt in their full bosoms. They sat next to each other on the expensive sofa. Sherry unbuttoned her blouse and fumbled with her bra. Steven walked over to the seated women. He could see Sherry’s need. In spite of Juliet’s less-than-sensitive attitude, he wanted to relieve Sherry and Alice and deep down he was hungry for the milk, for the sensation of feeding and for the excitement and release he knew they would give him.
Juliet watched as Steven and Sherry and Alice performed the quiet, gentle ritual as they had before. Sherry could not hide her reaction to Steven’s first tentative probings and final ‘latch on’ and vigorous suckling. She shivered and moaned. As did Alice in sympathy, as she rubbed Steven’s legs. Steven suckled ravenously, forgetting for the moment about Juliet. Sherry’s milk was sweet and plentiful. He swallowed and gulped. Sherry squirmed as her pussy became wet. She knew how this would end. As Steven began to empty her other breast, Sherry’s pleasure became acute. She struggled to muffle her cries of pleasure. She rubbed her thighs together, rocking Steven like a big baby. She began to quake. Her orgasm seemed to last until her milk ran out minutes van escort later.
Juliet was transfixed by the sight. She slowly sat across from Sherry. She was focused on Sherry’s face. Beautiful, Juliet thought, rapturous. She envied the feeling of nourishing another life. And the feel of a mouth sucking milk from one’s own nipples. How must that feel? She watched Sherry cum so hard and long that Juliet felt her own clit twinge and her juices begin to soak her own pussy. She adjusted her stylish pants and stole a rub of her crotch, when no one was looking. She saw Sherry pull herself together and Alice open her shirt as Steven shifted on the sofa. Alice leaned down to kiss him sensuously full on the mouth with lots of swirling tongue. Juliet could see it was more openly sexual for the older Alice. Juliet sighed as Alice plopped a huge saggy tit in Steven’s mouth and he suckled it. Alice reached out with one hand to help Sherry unzip his jeans and reached down with the other to rub her own pussy. Juliet moved closer, sitting on the arm of the sofa next to Alice. She touched the older woman’s hair, stroked it. Then Juliet rubbed her shoulders. Alice luxuriated in the feeling of a hard cock in one hand, a warm, hungry, sexy, sucking mouth on each fat tit in turn and her own fingers rubbing her pussy juices on her clit. Sherry leaned in to suckle Alice’s other tit, cheek to cheek with Steven. Alice had so much sweet, warm mother’s milk. Then Sherry felt herself being pulled away from Alice’s long nipple. Juliet wanted some too. Sherry stepped back and watched the slightly butch Juliet suckle like a titty baby at Alice’s big milk bag. Juliet fingered herself openly, Sherry noticed. She also saw that Steven’s cock was twitching. And as the twin mouths pulling and sucking hard on her nipples pushed Alice over the edge, Sherry rubbed his pre-come all over his cock with a finger then began pumping it vigorously.
Alice could hardly sit still as her cunt exploded in a series of climaxes. Her cries, plus the slow, expert stroking of his cock by the woman whose tits he had just drained brought Steven to a powerful climax. His cum shot up onto Sherry’s chest and covered her hands. He came and came. Sherry licked the thick salty cum from her fingers. Alice seized Sherry’s hand and licked it clean. Steven sat up and Alice devoured the cum on Sherry’s chest.
Juliet released Alice’s nipple, having sucked as much milk as she could from it. She knew the wetness of her pussy would be visible through her linen pants. And rubbing it didn’t help. She turned her back on the finale of this scene and slowly walked upstairs to find Bonnie.
Bonnie had found the nursery and met her new charge, little Timmy. A drab nurse with her nose in a book sat unmoving as Bonnie took him from his crib to the pleasant sitting area near the second floor landing. She sat in a bentwood rocker and gently cooed to the baby as she fumbled with her bulky sweater. Finally she was able to remove it and slip one shoulder out from her heavy-duty bra strap. She peeled down the cup and offered her large nipple to his small mouth. It was hard to get the big teat to fit. He kept spitting it out. But Bonnie’s milk had ‘let down’ and was flowing, whether Timmy liked it or not. Bonnie found she could hold her nipple between her thumb and forefinger just at Timmy’s lips and he would suckle the dripping milk from her pinky. The nurse had looked up from her book long enough to tell Bonnie that Timmy had just had a bottle of pumped milk from Le Leche League. So he wasn’t very hungry. But Bonnie loved the feeling of the warm infant in her arms nuzzling her already stimulated breasts.
She had no idea how much time passed, but out of nowhere, there was Juliet standing over her, looking at her the way only men had. Until now. She knelt down so she could see each drop form on the large teat. She saw how it dripped down onto Bonnie’s finger yalova escort and how Timmy would suckle it. She also saw that Timmy was very nearly asleep.
“Take him back to the nurse and come back here,” Juliet ordered her casually.
“Yes, ma’am,” replied Bonnie. Her new role seemed to come naturally to the young woman. Although some of the pressure had been relieved from one breast, the other was becoming engorged and was soaking the pad she had tucked in her massive bra cup.
When Bonnie returned to the rocker, Juliet was gone. Suddenly, the lights when out. After a second Bonnie could see light coming from an open doorway at the end of the hallway. She walked carefully toward it and entered Juliet’s bedroom suite. Juliet was on the far side of a large high four-poster bed. She was undressing. Bonnie stood in the doorway and watched. Off came the linen pants, the silk blouse, her dainty a-cup bra and thong. She put on a pair of black patent leather pumps with 3-inch spiked heels. She towered over Bonnie as she guided the young woman to the bed.
“Take off your sweater, Bonnie.”
“And that harness,” Juliet’s voice betrayed disdain for the bra that her figure didn’t require but a buxom babe like Bonnie could not do without.
Bonnie removed her bra. She stood before her new employer, droplets of mother’s milk leaking from her huge erect nipples and running down those perfectly rounded orbs. A moment later she was nude.
Juliet lay back on the bed beside a few propped-up pillows. “Come feed me, little mommy.”
Bonnie climbed up onto the silken bedding and sat up against the pillows. Juliet could not take her eyes from the young woman’s physical perfection. This was a woman in full bloom. Like a fertility symbol, exaggerated hips and boobs. Built for fucking and feeding. Breeding stock. Bonnie’s skin was flawless, like a ripe peach. In fact that was the thought Juliet associated with this nymph. Ripe. Her body was not lean, it was ripe. Her pussy, through wisps of her tawny pubic hair, looked like a fruit ripe for enjoying. And those fucking huge mams. Juliet’s mouth watered. Those were twin ripe melons. Overripe. Bursting. Juliet lowered her lips to the untapped boob’s erect nipple. She took the bud of almost purple flesh into her mouth and sucked hard and long. Bonnie squealed and wriggled. Then Juliet bit down hard on the teat. Bonnie recoiled and then reached down and tweaked Juliet’s tiny titty. Juliet smiled and then placidly suckled the big tit until it was nearly dry. The two women moaned and seemed to become of one mind as one fed the other. Each of them felt electric tingling deep inside. Juliet slowly half-turned and slid two fingers into Bonnie’s pussy. As she released the tapped-out nipple from her oral suction, she rubbed the fingers up into Bonnie’s spongy g-spot. Bonnie suddenly started breathing very hard and a whispered “oh God, oh God” became a high-pitched shriek. Her flat stomach tensed. Her pussy began to convulse.
Juliet knew when a woman was cumming and Bonnie was cumming. Juliet moved down to lick Bonnie’s clit as she fingered her to a climax. She was not expecting the eruption that occurred. A gush of clear, watery fluid splattered Juliet in the face, going up her nose and into her eyes and mouth. She pulled back instinctively, then realized that Bonnie must be a ‘gusher’, a woman who ejaculates when she comes. Some of the dykes she knew talked about it, but she had never seen it. She moved in close to lick the up the wetness, when Bonnie screamed again and shot out another faceful. Juliet plastered her mouth over Bonnie’s pussy and tongued her clit and labia forcefully. Bonnie squealed again and forced out another big gush of her she-cum, then she sighed and shuddered. It was a couple of minutes before she came down again.
When Bonnie did regain control, she saw Juliet suckling the tit that Timmy had fed from. She felt good. Her tits didn’t ache. She had a home and a job. And her boss, well her boss’s face was covered in her cunt juice and her mouth was full of her mother’s milk. Bonnie thought that it would not be long until she was the boss.
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