Rachel held her baby to her breast ensuring he had her nipple, enabling him to suck milk from her. Oh my God, the pleasure having a black baby greedily suck on your tender, swelled nipples and the rapture you feel as your white body devotes itself to serve the little African baby you carried inside you for nine months, and now grows bigger and stronger from your milk, the pleasure is uncontrollable!
I could no longer resist staring at Dequan on Rachel. Some of her long blonde hair had rested on him. His black hair and beautiful dark brown skin emphasized the golden hue of her locks; she lowered her lips to his head and kissed him, imploring him to ‘suck mummy’s teats’ and ‘suck mummy’s goodness’. My nipples tightened, my pussy moistened and my breathing quickened. My lips longed to kiss my darling Rashan and so I did, on his thick curly black hair and our intimacy, him at my breast and my kissing his head, allowed me to feel him consuming me and each spurt of milk he drew from me, intensified my ecstasy.
Too soon however, our nursing ended. Dequan and Rashan were put in their buggies, satisfied and sleepy. I had begun to fasten my top but Rachel stopped me, told me we shouldn't cover ourselves so quickly, nodded in the direction of a group of four black women at the other end of the room and whispered that we might be summoned. I was always aroused after breastfeeding and so I shamelessly displayed myself while somewhat apprehensive what a group of black mothers would want from us. Rachel sat beside me, taking care to pull my blouse further back making sure that my breasts were fully exposed, and as she flaunted her own still-dripping breasts she told me how Leroy set about breeding her.
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