Little Brats: Ursula: Taboo Forbidden Erotica (2 page)

“I can try hand expression, like a massage.”  Ursula frowned.  “But it could hurt like hell if you’re already in pain.” 

“Oh hell, can’t you just suck it out?” Jill undid the fastener on one side, revealing the milky white globe of her breast, the nipple thick and dark, surrounded by an even darker areola, and she was literally dripping milk onto her lap.  Little white droplets beaded and then ran down her flesh. 

“You want me to, what, now?” Ursula raised her eyebrows, laughing. 

“Fuck, please!” Jill pressed a hand to the top of her breast as she under the other snap, and that forced her milk out in a stream.  It sprayed in several different directions, from the small, multiple openings in Jill’s nipple, catching Ursula right in the face. 

“Jesus!” Ursula wiped her cheek, looking at the wetness on her fingers.  In all the years she’d been a lactation consultant, she’d never tasted breast milk.  Tentatively, she licked her fingers.  “Hey, that’s not bad.  Joey was right.” 

“Joey?”

“From Friends.  Don’t you remember that episode, when he said breast milk tastes like cantaloupe juice?”

“Ha.”  Jill laughed, peeling down the other side of her bra like a child would a Band-Aid, fearful and tentative.  “Oh God, help…”

“Are you sure?” Ursula reached a hand out to cup Jill’s breast—something she’d done right after Mikey was born, to help him latch on.

“Do it!” Jill pleaded.  “Just… pretend its snake venom and suck it out.  I’m begging you.  I’d suck it out myself at this point if I could.” 

Jill lifted her own breast toward her mouth, but couldn’t reach the nipple.  Her breasts were too distended. 

“You poor thing.”  Ursula pressed Jill back onto the bed. 

They’d been friends forever, and there wasn’t much they hadn’t been through together, from first periods, to talking in gory detail about their first sexual encounters, to even a little experimentation between them to figure a few things out.  After all, what were friends for?

“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.