Little Brats: Ursula: Taboo Forbidden Erotica Page 2

  “Easy,” Jill murmured and moaned when Ursula took her friend’s nipple into her mouth.

  It wasn’t easy to get latched on, and Ursula’s mouth wasn’t used to suckling quite like a baby, but she managed. The milk began to flow immediately, kind of watery—cantaloupe juice—and she didn’t have anything else to do with it but swallow. Jill cried out in relief as Ursula continued to suck and swallow her milk.

  “That’s so fucking good,” Jill cried, biting her lip and looking down at her. “I can’t even tell you. Oh don’t stop. Keep going.”

  Ursula did, shocked by her own body’s response to her friend’s words. It wasn’t a sexual act, exactly—she was just doing for her friend what a breast pump would do—but in a way, it was. Ursula felt herself getting turned on by it, especially the way Jill sighed and shifted and even moaned.

  “Do the other one,” Jill begged, shifting on the bed and holding her other breast out when Ursula had mostly drained the other.

  “I’m getting full,” Ursula said with a laugh, but she bent her head, taking Jill’s nipple between her lips.

  She knew the proper way to suck—she had to compress the areola, not just tug on the nipple. But Jill’s nipple hardened, her milk flooding her mouth as Ursula sucked deeply, falling into an easy rhythm of suck-swallow, suck-swallow.

  “Oh hell, that feels so good,” Jill whispered, her hands moving in Ursula’s hair.

  “Better?” Ursula asked as Jill fisted a handful of her hair, pulling her back. Ursula saw the hazy look of lust in her friend’s eyes as her body writhed on the bed.

  “And worse.” Jill whimpered. “That was so good. Now I’m all turned on.”

  “Me too.” Ursula licked her lips. “That was totally weird—and really fucking hot.”

  Jill nodded, whimpering and squirming. “I need to come so bad. Seriously.”

  Ursula watched her topless friend wiggling on the bed, feeling more than a little damp between her own thighs as Jill pulled her knees up, her hand moving to cup her mound. She was wearing just a pair of shorts that slid between the seam of her sex, and Ursula noticed a dark, wet spot there.

  Jill was beautiful, always had been, even when they were young and her dark, long, natural curls had been pulled into finger-brushed pony tails. Now, her long locks fell around her shoulders, framing her face on the bed.

  Her slight swell of her belly left from having Mikey made her lithe, tall, slender frame even more beautiful in Ursula’s mind. Herself, not exactly a full-figured woman, but not skinny either, she stood somewhere in between the two, average, c-cups, size twelve, brown hair cut into a longer bob around her shoulders. The only thing not plain about her was the name her mother had gifted her with, although thanks to that one cartoon, people heard her name and looked at her funny, expecting a fat, pale, dark-haired witch.

  “Are you shocked?” Jill slid her fingers up and down that seam, pressing the material in further, deeper.

  “No.” Ursula shook her head. Nothing about the human body shocked her. The throb between her own legs was becoming more insistent. She could still feel the way Jill’s nipple had hardened, how soft her breasts were against her cheek.

  “Fuck, Ursula, I need to,” Jill whispered, pulling both shorts and panties aside to slip her fingers into her pussy. Ursula had seen it before, plenty of times—the last time had been when Mikey was born. “Your mouth felt so good sucking me...”

  “That’s not the only place my mouth would feel good, huh?” Ursula bit her lip, looking down at her friend’s fingers rubbing, and then met Jill’s half-closed, lust-filled eyes.

  “Would you?” Jill swallowed. “Oh God, it’s been so long…”

  Ursula leaned forward in reply, kissing her friend gently on the mouth. It had been awhile for her, too—her Rabbit was her companion these days—so why not do this for her friend? Jill kissed her back with more passion, created more heat, her urgency catching as she parted Ursula’s lips with her tongue, explored her mouth, moaning into it. The kinkiness of the moment—it reminded her of when they were teens and experimenting—supercharged her body’s reaction.

  “Let me show you just how beautiful you are, Jill. Just lay right there,” Ursula coaxed, easily falling into the moment.

  Ursula moved to place kisses down her friend’s neck, knowing from endless girl talks that Jill liked it a little rough, so she took little nips as Jill stretched her neck, welcoming her. Ursula was careful not to mark her, lest her husband see later. Jill’s hands were back in her hair again, pressing Ursula’s mouth to her body, insistent, needy.

  Moving back down to the swell of her breasts, Ursula kissed over them lightly, but Jill was in a hurry. Her nipples had been stimulated enough. She was hot for something else. Ursula ran her tongue down the center of Jill’s body, dipping briefly into her navel. Jill moaned in relief when Ursula pulled her shorts and panties down and off.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Ursula murmured, settling herself between Jill’s splayed thighs. Her pussy and mound were shaved—how in the hell Jill had time, she didn’t know, but maybe she’d been doing it to try to appeal to Mike? The thought of that man resisting this woman was anathema to her. Ursula didn’t get it. Her big, fully, milky tits, her swollen, wet cunt, her soft, velvet flesh—how could he possibly resist?

  Ursula wondered if she told him all that, if it would make him want her again. You know, Mike, if you don’t want to take care of her… I can do it for you… She smiled at the thought. She wouldn’t say that, of course. But she had to say something to get the man back in the game, for pete’s sake. Because Jill was one of the most sexual beings she’d ever met, and she was desperate for that connection.

  Ursula kissed her friend’s neatly shaved mound. She loved her smooth, pale skin. When Ursula began to feather kissed there, Jill let her knees fall fully open with a sigh of relief, her open legs begging for more. When Ursula lips brushed lower, over her labia, her soft folds, Jill let out another cry, her hips jerking up off the bed.

  It wouldn’t be the first time Ursula had tasted pussy. Or even Jill’s pussy for that matter. No, her first today had been the breastfeeding session, and just the memory of it made Ursula’s panties wetter. Ursula dove in with all the enthusiasm she felt, sucking the thicker outer folds into her mouth, a musky sweet taste flooding her mouth, making her want more.

  The more she kissed and sucked and licked, the louder Jill moaned. And Ursula’s own pussy throbbed in response. She knew exactly what to do, to make Jill feel good. The girls had always been big on experimenting with what felt good. Her first kiss had been with Jill. Also her first vibrator experience. And her first oral sex. They’d “practiced” on and with each other long before they allowed themselves to do those things with boys.

  Now Jill needed her again. Ursula parted her folds with her tongue, then held her inner labia open with her fingers, taking in the amazing sight.

  “Your pussy is so hot,” Ursula murmured, sliding her tongue slowly up and down the seam. She swallowed, tasting her, and met Jill’s questioning eyes. “So beautiful, baby. Seriously. I don’t know a man on this planet who wouldn’t want to fuck you right now.”

  Jill moaned in response, moving her hips.

  “Put your fingers in me?” Jill asked.

  “Mmmm like this?” Ursula slid two fingers inside, twisting and turning them. Jill moaned, bucking to meet her. “You want me to finger you while I suck off your little clit?

  “Oh fuck.” Jill sighed and rocked her hips up. “You know I love the dirty.”

  Ursula grinned. She did know.

  “You want me to suck your clit?” Ursula feathered kisses there, feeling her jump with each one. “Like a tiny little girl cock?”

  “Oh fuck,” Jill moaned, her face and chest flushed red with excitement. “I’m so hot. I can’t stand it.”

  “Your clit’s hiding.” Ursula used her other hand to pull back the pink, hooded sheath. “Shy little thing.”

  “Please,” Jill
begged, grinding her hips up.

  “More?” Ursula’s fingers moved inside her, pumping slowly, then faster. “Harder?”

  “Uhhhnnnn!” Jill rocked and rolled, her pussy clenching Ursula’s probing digits.

  “So fucking beautiful.” Ursula sighed as she went down on her friend, let her tongue slide over her slippery wet skin, feeling her inner walls spasming around her plunging fingers.

  Ursula turned her fingers, gently massaging her friend’s neglected inner walls. Jill continued to move, begging her for more as Ursula continued her lazy torture. As Jill’s walls quivered, a sweat broke out over her skin, making her radiant in the low light. Both of their breathing became labored.

  “More,” Jill begged. “Oh put another finger in me.”

  As Ursula put in a third finger, cooing, “If I had a cock, I’d fuck you so hard right now.”

  “Dildo,” Jill gasped, pointing toward her night stand. “Bottom drawer.”

  “Oh fun!”

  Ursula found it—nothing like her Rabbit. This was a realistic cock, balls and all, except for the fact no guy she’d ever been with had been so hung.

  Ursula moved the beige head of a fake erection between her friend’s folds, watched with eagerness as it stretched her, slipping in easily. Pulling it out, pushing it in, each time Jill took it a bit deeper, though she watched for any sign her friend couldn’t take any more.

  But Jill just kept moving, pumping her hips and moaning. She watched as the friction made her friend tremble, lubricate, her juices now running down the cock.

  “Fuck me, Ursula,” Jill cried, her words shivering in the air, her voice was breathy. “Oh yes! Fuck me harder! Ohhhhh!’

  Ursula did as instructed, her own pussy swollen, throbbing just watching this. She was so turned on it was hard to breathe. She didn’t expect Jill to reciprocate—but she kind of hoed she might.

  “Lick my clit!” Jill insisted, fucking back with every thrust. “Oh make me come!”

  Ursula lowered her head and sucked her friend’s clit between her lips, rolling her tongue back and forth over the little nub, hearing Jill’s moans. Nails dug into her scalp as Jill screamed out her orgasm, toes curling, hips rising up off the bed. In that moment, her friend’s breasts began to spurt, twin fountains of milk, as if they couldn’t contain their excitement. They seemed perfectly synced with Jill’s clenching cunt, a hot geyser at first, then slowing as her spasms waned.

  It was the most beautiful sight Ursula had ever seen.

  “Oh God.” Jill shivered all over, coming back down, still struggling for air. “That was so good. You have no idea how much I needed that. Thank you.”

  “Oh I know you.” Ursula slowly pulled the cock out of her friend’s wet, fluttering hole and Jill moaned. “You can do it again.”

  “Ohhhh!” Jill cried out as Ursula fastened her mouth on Jill’s quivering mound. Sucking the hard nub in, flicking it with her tongue, and it wasn’t long before she sent Jill right over the edge again. Her friend thrashed, fucking Ursula’s face, her screams of pleasure filling the room. Her milk sprayed again, less this time, but Jill was going to have to wash her bedding for sure.

  “That’s better,” Ursula murmured, coming up grinning, wiping the glistening wetness from her face.

  “I’ll say.” Jill gasped, still panting, a hand in her friend’s hair. “Now it’s my turn to do you.”

  “Ha.” Ursula shrugged a shoulder. “You don’t have to.”

  “Get undressed.” Jill smirked. “I want to taste you.”

  Ursula didn’t waste any time, slipping quickly out of her jeans and t-shirt, tossing them to the floor and adding her panties and bra to the mix.

  Jill sat up and moved to where Ursula sat, now naked, on the bed. Her friend pulled her in, wrapped her arms around her until their breasts met, pushing against each other, their nipples touching, kissing too, for one, tender moment. Jill’s breasts weren’t over-full anymore, but she was still leaking some milk because she was so aroused. The memory of them spraying everywhere when she came made Ursula’s pussy throb.

  She became eager, greedy, and their hands roamed as the women kissed, groping and grabbing onto each other’s bodies. They molded themselves against each other, soft flesh against soft flesh, a new high. With her mouth captured, Ursula seemed to lose the ability to think, a blessing. Jill muffled her soft moans of pleasure with her mouth.

  Jill laid Ursula down on her stomach, brushed her hair from her neck and began kissing her there before moving down her back. When Jill got to her ass, she kissed and grabbed at the sensitive skin, the sensations sending heat to Ursula’s already aching pussy, making her juices drip as Jill opened her cheeks and rimmed her puckered hole.

  “Oh fuck, you remembered,” Ursula whispered, shuddering with delight. Jill knew just what she liked.

  Ursula’s hands gripping the comforter, her hips jerking, bucking, fucking the bed. Jill liked to get it rough, and that’s how she liked to give it. And Ursula had no objections. Her pussy was on fire, her asshole clenching on Jill’s probing tongue. They were both burning with heat, every nerve ending ignited, on fire.

  “Ass up,” Jill said, as if she’d read her mind.

  Obeying eagerly, Ursula moved up onto her knees, opening her thighs wide, as her friend moved between them. Opening her folds with just her tongue, Jill gave long, lazy licks up and down her seam, teasing, torturing her friend’s clit with brief moments of contact. Ursula moaned, pumping her hips, insisting on more. For maybe the first time in her life, she felt powerless with a partner, like she was helpless to stop even if she’d wanted to. She felt frantic, intoxicated, and let Jill take control.

  As her clit throbbed, her legs went weak. Jill captured the pulsing nub, sucking it in and giving it a smoldering kiss, a hard press of her lips, Ursula was washed away by a tsunami of lust. On one hand, she’d never been so aware of the reactions of her body to another’s ministrations, while on the other hand, she’d never felt so out of control, so absolutely powerless, an absolute slave to her body.

  “So, fingers or cock?” Jill asked, a smile in her voice.

  “Both. Fuck!” Ursula huffed then laughed. “I want it all and then some.”

  “I know just how you feel.”

  Ursula soon felt the dildo, the big head of it, wiggling between her folds, rolling around at her hole. She pushed back, impaling herself onto the large cock-like thing. The stretch made her burn, on fire, her skin flushed, muscles warmed and yet shaking. Hot and naughty, she nearly lost herself in the flames of her overwhelming passion.

  “Wow,” Jill laughed. “You weren’t kidding.”

  “Fuck me,” Ursula begged, pushing her hips back, meeting the thrust of her friend’s hand, pushing the cock inside her, deeper, harder, without thought or care.

  She was out of her mind with lust, surprised by her own reaction as her legs struggled to support her. Once Jill got the fake cock all the way in, Ursula felt the balls tap her clit. With the thing far inside, with each thrust, the hard little sacs spanked her little nub, making it harder and harder, needier and needier. She was crazed, moaning, fucking back, aching to reach climax at this point. All that mattered was falling over that edge, one that seemed monetarily, maddeningly elusive, so close but out of reach. The sheer agony of it made her scream.

  “Oh baby, that’s it, take that big fucking dick,” Jill urged, fucking her harder, faster. “I love watching it stretch that tight little hole of yours. You should see how fucking gorgeous you are, getting fucking.”

  Ursula moaned, glancing back—of course, she couldn’t see herself, but she could see Jill, whose fingers were on her own clit, rubbing furiously, as she worked the dildo in and out of her friend’s wet cunt. Her breasts were leaking milk like crazy, little rivulets of milk running down her flesh, adding more lubrication to her swollen shaved pussy.

  “Oh fuck, Jill, that’s so good!” Ursula cried.

  “You like me fucking you with that big cock?” Jill pan
ted, doing it even harder, making Ursula scream. “I would so come up inside you right now if this was my cock. You’re so hot and tight, baby. I want to fill that pussy with cum.”

  “Ahhhh yes yes yes!” Ursula was crazy with lust, with wanting, and her own fantasies were taking over. She loved fucking herself with her Rabbit, even doing it like this, from behind, imagining being fucked and filled and—

  “Makes you want all that hot, sticky, baby batter doesn’t it?” Jill asked hoarsely.

  “Oh God, oh God,” Ursula cried, face buried in her arms, ass up high.

  “Ohhh I know you want it, Urs,” Jill purred, really giving it to her now. “You want him to fuck you and fill you and make you pregnant, make your belly swell and your breasts leak and—”

  The image that filled Ursula’s mind at Jill’s words both shocked and delighted her beyond words. Jill head reached inside of her friend’s head and pulled out her most perfect, secret fantasy, plucking it like ripe fruit.