Wet Nurse, Part 2

by Aurora

Now would be the perfect time to bring Addy to a meeting of the Society. Mrs. Benedict suddenly had to fly to Oklahoma to visit an ailing sister. Unless something was done to feed Addy until Mrs. Benedict returned, the child could starve. Addy’s mother was determined not to resume using her own body to nourish her child, not even temporarily. At nearly nine, Addy was simply too old to feed from her own mother. Something had to be done and the Society seemed to be the only answer.

Addy’s mother had heard about what was simply called “the Society” from a trusted elderly friend, Martha, who was one of the handful of people on earth that knew of Addy’s feeding habits. Martha, being a somewhat mystical soul, had joined a number of freethinking groups over the years, some of which engaged in what might be termed “ritualistic sensuality.” One of these groups, the Society, was a highly secret all-female organization which accepted as members only those who were so vulnerable themselves to exposure, they could be relied on to keep the existence of the Society a secret. Since Addy and her mother had their own huge secret to keep, Martha was confident that the Society would feel safe accepting them as members. And she knew that the Society welcomed little girl members with open arms—and legs.

According to Martha, the head of the Society was a young woman known only as the Reverend Mother. Martha spoke with awe of her incredible beauty and grace.

“She is saintlike,” said Martha, “stunning and deeply profane. I’m sure she will see to it that Addy gets exactly what she needs. But you and Addy will have to play by her rules.”

“Martha, you know I’m desperate,” said Addy’s Mom. “As long as no harm will come to Addy, I think the Society is just what she needs. But could you please talk to Addy when she comes home from school? I need you to tell her what to expect.”

That afternoon, Addy burst into the house looking adorable but hungry. Her huge blue eyes and her blond hair tossed from side to side and she tossed her books on the couch and quickly scanned the living room, looking for someone. She asked her mom if Mrs. Benedict was back yet.

“Don’t be rude, Addy,” said her mother, “You didn’t even say hello to Martha.”

Martha walked over to Addy and kissed the top of her head.

“It’s all right, honey,” said Martha to Addy. “I know you miss Mrs. Benedict. My dear, you look so lovely.”

“Thank you,” said Addy primly, her face betraying great disappointment and longing.

Martha tried her best to reassure the young girl. “Honey, Mrs. Benedict will be back as soon as her sister feels better. In the meantime, no one knows more than your Mommy that your special needs have to be met. I think we have the answer.”

”Oh!” exclaimed Addy, her expression brightening. “Are you going to feed me, Miss Martha?”

Martha’s face reddened deeply.

“Well, actually no. I’m too old, darling. Way too old to provide you with enough nourishment. Though I’m flattered that you thought of me.”

Addy looked despondent again.

“You need someone younger and stronger and able to give you all that you need.”

Martha went on to tell Addy about the Society, using terms that were understandable to a youngster. At first, she made the Society seem like something out of a Disney film—with pretty pixies darting around sprinkling love dust. The way Martha described her, the Reverend Mother sounded like a beautiful fairy godmother. But gradually Martha’s descriptions of the Society got more realistic and began to sound like anything but a fairy tale. It turned out that the pixies were likely to be very young and very naked and willing to do anything the Reverend Mother desired. But that was OK, Martha assured Addy, the Society was not a gathering of strangers, but friends with much nourishment to give a beautiful little girl like Addy and much to teach her. But she had to be willing to accept the teachings if she wanted to be fed.

“Do you want go?” asked her mother. “Martha has arranged for us to be there tonight unless you don’t want to.”

Addy looked down at the hemline of Martha’s skirt, no doubt imagining how lovely it would be to crawl under that dress right now and help the old woman make honey that could be consumed while it was still warm. She believed she could make Martha very thick with the wondrous stuff after a few minutes of sucking and nibbling. However, she accepted the fact that Martha had said “no,” and she looked up at the two adults.

“Will you both come with me to the ‘ciety?”

Both women kneeled and hugged the child, assuring her that they wouldn’t miss it for the world.

They dressed Addy with loving care in her favorite pink dress with patent leather shoes to match. Her mommy placed pink ribbons in her hair, placing a kiss on each ribbon after it was tied. The child looked truly beautiful, but something was missing.

“You forgot my panties,” giggled Addy.

Martha and Addy’s Mom made eye contact.

“Little girls are not allowed to wear them at the Society, dear.” Martha explained.

During the long taxi route en route to the Society, Addy pressed her nose to the window and watched the evening shadows take hold. The taxi wound its way into parts of the city that she’d never seen before. Like a typical child, she kept asking, “Are we almost there?” and always, her mother’s answer was the same, “Try to be patient.”

Finally the taxi turned into a dark street and stopped at a very big Victorian mansion. It looked different from the other houses on the street not only because of its size, but because its windows were dark and there was not even a single light on the porch. It seemed as though nobody was at home.

The three carefully climbed the unlighted steps to the front door. Martha knocked softly in a pattern that was obviously some kind of code. Momentarily, the door opened, but there seemed to be only darkness behind it. As Addy’s eyes adjusted to the dark, however, she could see the pretty face of a girl of maybe thirteen or fourteen. Short red hair there framed her lovely face. At first, Addy thought she was some kind of angel. The girl recognized Martha and smiled, stepping back to let them in. She told them, in hushed tones that her name was Hannah and she would be their main guide. She looked down at Addy and smiled. It was quite clear that Hannah thought Addy was an angel, too, and she could feel herself moisten down below.

As the door closed behind them, many exotic scents rose to Addy’s little button nose. One scent seemed to be incense. She could also smell roses. But Addy’s nose twitched cutely when it detected something even prettier: the delicate but unmistakable scent of fresh vaginal honey. A small overhead light switched on, dimly illuminating their surroundings. Addy could now see the source of the pretty scent: their young guide Hannah was naked and her moist vagina was perfuming the air of the narrow hallway. Addy’s little tummy began to growl and her mouth watered. She wanted desperately to partake of the bounty oozing from this lovely teenage girl, but she knew that she’d better be on her best behavior in these new surroundings.

Hannah walked them down a seemingly endless corridor, her beautiful, athletic legs taking long strides and her firm buttocks swaying alluringly just inches from Addy’s face. They came to a new door, opened by yet another lovely naked teenager. Then another door and another young girl. And so it went until they had been joined by a total of five girls who all lead the way. As the three visitors followed the five swaying naked young buttocks down another dim hallway, the collective aroma of the teenaged vaginas made Addy dizzy and she could no longer stop herself from drooling—just a little.

Hannah looked over her shoulder and saw the hunger in Addy’s eyes. Addy couldn’t be sure, but it looked as though Hannah nodded to her. Then they came to a place where there was another door straight ahead—and another door to the left that seemed like a closet door. Hannah stopped walking and everybody stopped with her.

“I’m taking the child in there for a moment.”

“Why?” asked Addy’s mom.

“I need to check that she’s wearing nothing under her skirt, in preparation for the Reverend Mother.”

“She’s not. See?” Addy’s mom reached for Addy’s skirt to lift it, but Martha stayed her hand shook her head slowly. Hannah smiled, opened the small door, gently tugged Addy through it, told the group in the hallway to wait, and closed the door behind her.

Hannah and Addy were in a tiny room illuminated by a few small candles and devoid of any furnishings. Addy lifted her skirt to show Hannah her nakedness.

Hannah kneeled to look at the child’s loveliness.

“You’re such a beautiful child,” whispered Hannah, as she bent forward and lovingly kissed the child on her hairless, delicate little vagina.

Addy felt the heat rise from between her legs as she thrilled at the moist warmth of the teenager’s lips. In spite of the many times Addy had kissed and suckled her mommy and Mrs. Benedict at that very spot, no one had ever before returned the favor by kissing Addy there. This was her first time, and she liked it. But it made her want to feed even more.

Hannah smiled. “You’re adorable, but the real reason I brought you in here was because I could see how hungry you are.”

Addy let go of her skirt, her face brightening. “Lady,” she said, “Do please feed me.”

“Call me, Hannah,” said the lovely teen. “I’ll give you a quick snack to hold you… but tell no one.”

“I won’t tell anybody, Hannah. I promise.”

Hannah rose up to full her height. Addy could now get a good look at her. She was much taller than Addy and her body was pale, lean and athletic. Her breasts were like two hard apples. She had long, coltish legs and, where those legs joined together, grew the most lovely patch of red pubic hair. Addy felt the hunger now begin to gnaw at her.

Hannah gracefully raised her left leg over Addy’s shoulder, balanced herself on her right foot, and, for leverage, pressed the sole of her left foot against the wall behind the child. Addy, now with unfettered access to Hannah’s beautiful feeding place, took one small step forward and buried her face in it. Hannah admonished Addy to make no noise, and the little girl began to feed as gently and as quietly as possible.

Addy’s head swam as she got her first taste of the delicate, sweet honey from the soft, rose-like petals of the teenaged cunt. Addy was accustomed to the robust, thick and sugary taste of her mother and especially of Mrs. Benedict, whose fluids would become as pungent as molasses when Addy had fully excited her. Hannah’s fluids were subtly flavored and perfumed and, though not as satisfying to Addy’s deep hunger, very pleasing to the child’s palate and more gentle to her tummy once swallowed. It was little-girl food, indeed, and Addy loved it.

Though she was herself only five or six years older than Addy, Hannah had experienced many mouths, young and old, lapping at her beautiful red-haired cunt. But she never felt anything as innocently charming as this child’s tiny, famished tongue. Hannah knew that many children were taught to cunt-feed by fooling them into thinking the clit was a nipple that would give milk. Some mommies even drizzled milk onto their vaginas to give the child the impression of breast feeding and to encourage them to suck. Hannah could tell that Addy was different; she craved the vaginal fluids themselves and she thrived on them. These fluids seemed to be everything to her: nourishment, pleasure, and maybe even love. Hannah felt something toward Addy she’d never felt before in her life: a sudden surge of maternal affection. It felt good to feel and hear the child’s quiet but determined sucking as she siphoned the juices from Hannah. It felt good, it felt right and it made Hannah feel like a mommy. For the first time in her life, Hannah knew what it must be like to be a mother providing the fluids of life to her child. She realized more than ever that the things the Reverend Mother had taught her were indeed true: that little girl’s mouths were designed to feed from cunts and cunts were designed to feed little girls. Mother Nature, thought Hannah, was truly magnificent in the way She balanced everything out and provided nourishment for her tiniest creatures.

The thought of being a feeding mother, along with the marvelous suckling of the beautiful little girl, made the hot blood spread from Hannah’s vagina, rise to her temples, and heat up both her brain and her body. It was the thought of the word “mommy” that brought her to the brink of achieving orgasm directly into the mouth of the sweet child. But for orgasm to happen, Hannah knew she had to hear the child speak that word. Gently and lovingly she pulled Addy away, interrupting her snack. Addy fought her, needing more of the sweet honey. Hannah lowered her leg from its raised position against the wall, planted both feet firmly on the floor, and restrained the child with both hands.

“Be calm, darling. I’ll let you feed some more,” she said. “But I want you to call me ‘Mommy.’ I know I’m not your real mommy, but hearing you call me that will help my body make a big helping of cunt honey for you.”

Addy’s eyes widened and she stopped struggling. “Oh, yes, Mommy,” she squealed, “Oh, please feed me, Mommy. Feed your little girl, Mommy. I love you, Mommy.”

As Addy kept repeating the word with love and desperation, Hannah felt a sudden pressure build in her crotch. She reached for Addy’s head and pulled it sharply toward her. Fortunately, Addy’s instincts caused her to open her mouth wide, and just as her mouth met Hannah’s cunt, the cunt exploded, releasing its contents onto Addy’s tongue and down her throat. Hannah sobbed quietly and clutched at Addy’s blond tresses as she felt the juices being drained from her by the audacious little mouth. She looked down and saw Addy’s loving eyes looking up at her, the rest of her face obscured by pubic hair as she fed just below those wet, soft, fiery-red tendrils. It was pure heaven to function as a mommy, Hannah thought. Pure heaven.

As the flow of juices diminished, Addy again declared her adoration for her new Mommy-feeder by saying, in muffled tones, with her lips pressing against the wet cunt, “I wuff oo, Momeee.” In response, Hannah groaned and involuntarily issued a new outpouring of fluid into the loving little mouth. Addy realized then that she actually had some control over the timing and volume of Hannah’s maternal feeding response. So after quickly consuming the new outburst, she repeated her muffled cry of love into Hannah’s vagina, lifted her blue eyes to meet Hannah’s gaze, and dug her tiny pink tongue as deeply as possible into Hannah’s body, thereby eliciting another generous burst of cunt honey. Then another. And then still another.

It was a rhythmic interaction that brought intense satisfaction to both girls. But it was suddenly interrupted by a loud rapping on the door from the hallway outside.

“The Reverend Mother is waiting,” said the voice of one of the other teenagers. “And the kid’s mother is worried. Bring her out, Hannah!”

Hannah looked at the shyly-smiling Addy. Every hair ribbon was loose and her face was shiny with sticky cunt honey.

“What am I going to do?” asked Hannah of no one in particular.

Addy just shrugged her little shoulders and licked her lips. She was still hungry.