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Joyce 1/4 (mf, breastfeeding)
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Subject: Joyce (#1) (mf, breastfeeding, intercourse, multiple orgasms)
"I have to work in the baby room today," said Joyce.
Curt turned to look at his pretty girlfriend in the church doorway,
noticing how cute and fresh she looked in her crisp sundress. This
was the most risque thing she could wear to church, he thought. It
clung to her curvy figure without looking like she was trying to
seduce. Curt let his eyes wander to the swell of Joyce's chest,
spying a hint of cleavage.
"For the whole service?" he asked.
"Yeah." Joyce grinned sweetly and apologetically. "Me and April do it
once or twice a month."
They walked into the foyer, Joyce heading for the door marked
"Infants."
"We'll have lunch after the service, ok?" With that and once last
smile, she disappeared behind the door.
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In the middle of the service, Curt got up to go take a piss. Then he
stopped to get a drink from the fountain in the foyer. While the
water was hitting his lips, he eyed the "Infants" sign. There was a
two-way mirror placed low in the door-the kind that reflected on this
side, but offered a clear view from the other. Curt stood up
straight. He looked around. No one was near, so he wandered over. He
leaned close to the mirror and peered in.
Joyce's friend April came into view. Curt noticed that April wasn't
wearing a top; she was parading around the room in a bra and a black
skirt. He could see that she was chatting happily toward an unseen
part of the nursery, though all he could hear were the muffled tones
of her voice.
Then Joyce came into sight. She, too, wore only a bra on top; she'd
pulled the straps of her sundress down past her waist.
A baby cried from inside the room. Curt looked up suddenly, checking
to make sure no one saw him with his face in the mirror. He was still
alone, and he looked back into the nursery. Joyce was going from crib
to crib, tracking down the source of the crying. When she found it,
she picked the infant up, holding and rocking it in her arms like an
expert. April walked up from behind and began to rub Joyce's
shoulders. Then April's hand slid one of Joyce's bra straps off to
the side of her shoulder.
Curt felt his heart beating faster as he realized what he was
watching. Joyce was pulling her bra cup down and off to release her
breast. It was bigger, rounder, and more potent-looking than Curt had
imagined it to be. Even from this distance, he could see that her
nipple was deep red, and swollen into a thick cylinder.
Then Joyce held the baby's mouth up to her young bare breast, letting
her nipple brush across the infant's lips until they accepted it.
Curt saw Joyce's nipple and areola disappear into the baby's mouth,
and he noticed how the suction seemed to pull her tit slightly away
from her chest.
Then April took off her bra and, bending over an adjacent crib,
pulled out another infant. She put the child to her (smaller) breast
and began to nurse it. The two girls began chatting again. Joyce's
boyfriend rose, disoriented.
[continued]
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