Little Brats: Ursula: Taboo Forbidden Erotica (3 page)

“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 panted, 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. 

Something snapped inside her at that moment, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave, drowning her in ecstasy as she moved, unashamed, against the phallic shape, letting it drive her further and further over that edge.  Without warning, not even cognizant of how she got there, Jill laid on her back between her legs, turning the balls away as she pumped, it left room for Jill to lift her head and suck on Ursula’s clit. 

“Come for me,” Jill moaned against Ursula’s spasming wetness, pulling her friend’s hips down to her mouth.  “Oh I’m gonna come! Fuck! Fuckkkkk!”

Ursula screamed into the comforter, feeling like she might lose consciousness as the tight, fierce contractions overwhelmed her, contorting her body.  Jill cried out, sucking hard on Ursula’s still-throbbing clit as she came too, both of them shaking the bed with their orgasms. 

Ursula began to come down, trembling still, but starting to gain some sense of composure again.  She had the brief thought that maybe the two of them shouldn’t have started drinking wine so early in the day, but she couldn’t help smiling as Jill inched her way up underneath her. 

Ursula, lifted up with her arms, not quite sure they’d hold her, and she let her friend move under her before she fell on top.  They embraced like that for a while, resting in the comfort of each other’s bodies. 

“What would Mike say?” Ursula asked finally, with a little, embarrassed laugh. 

“He’d probably tell me to invite you back over when he was here.”  Jill snorted.  “The man loves his lesbian porn.” 

“So, would you do that? Share your husband with me?” Ursula asked, holding her breath as she waited for the answer. 

“Uhhh.”  Jill hesitated, bit her lip.  “I don’t think I could.  No offense, Urs, I love you like a sister, but … he’s mine.” 

Ursula nodded, sighing.  “That’s what I thought you’d say.” 

“Why?” Jill wrinkled her nose.  “You want my husband.” 

“Not exactly.”  Ursula sighed, shaking her head.  “I just want… I guess I want what you have.  Not Mike, but… well, a husband.  And a baby.  Really want a baby.  I want to know what it’s like…”

Ursula’s hand moved to cup her friend’s breast, her milk drying, thumbing the nipple, and Jill moaned softly. 

“I want to know what it’s like to be filled up,” she confessed.  “With a baby.  With milk for a baby.  With all that love…”

“Yeah.”  Jill brushed hair away from Ursula’s cheek.  “Having your job, wanting what you want, it’s like being an alcoholic working in a bar or something.” 

Ursula flushed.  Was her desire so transparent?

“I just thought, you know, maybe Mike could be a surrogate.  But it would be… complicated.” 

“Yeah, and weird.”  Jill shook her head.  “You know, a baby isn’t all roses and ice cream and…”

“I know.”  Ursula rolled her eyes.  “Now you sound like my mother.” 

“Sorry.”  Jill smiled.  “I just want to make sure you’ve thought this through.  You’re really thinking of, you know, finding a sperm donor?”

Ursula blinked at her, the image from her fantasy, the one she was trying to keep secret, even from herself, suddenly filling her head. 

“Something like that.” 

“Well I know you.”  Jill’s fingers walked slowly down her friend’s belly.  “Determined to get your way.” 

“Ha.”  Ursula bit her lip, feeling Jill’s fingers slipping between her pussy lips.  “Maybe I can steal some baby batter and make a baby.” 

Jill snorted.  “There are plenty of guys who wouldn’t mind donating, you know.  The old fashioned way.  Making a deposit.  You’d just have to time it…”

“You’re bad.”  Ursula grinned, bringing her friend’s mouth to hers and silencing her. 

For the moment. 

That night, Ursula tossed and turned.  The sheets were cool, but she was hot.  And it wasn’t just the memory of Jill and the afternoon they’d spend together still rolling through her mind, although that was part of it.  Something had woken up inside her today and it wouldn’t rest.  It kept her awake, all too aware.