Little Brats: Ursula: Taboo Forbidden Erotica

by Selena Kitt

  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.

  She got up, thinking of milk. Remember how it had tasted, warm and thick, sliding down her throat. She made her way toward the kitchen—she’d have to settle for warmed up cow’s milk, she decided. She had to pass her mother’s room—she still thought of it as her mother’s room, even though she’d been married for almost a year now—on her way.

  A strangled grunt came from the half-open door as she crept by and Ursula paused. She peered in, squinting in the darkness. The only light in the room came from the nearly full moon, the curtains wide, bathing their bed in silver where Ursula saw her mother riding Mitch, straddling him.

  Stopping, a thief in the night only stealing a glance, she watched from the doorway. They thought she was asleep. And normally she would be. Ursula had always been a hard sleeper, and a good one. She could fall asleep anywhere, in any position. It was a great ability to have, as a midwife, where she often had to take cat naps along with a birthing mother between contractions during long, marathon labors.

  “Let me come inside you,” Mitch murmured as Ursula’s mother rocked on top of him. Jane Klein was a woman who liked to be on top, in all things, in all ways, so the position didn’t surprise Ursula in the least. Neither did her response.

  “I swear to God, if you come inside me, I’m divorcing you.”

  Mitch sighed, shifting beneath her, hands moving to his wife’s hips.

  “But I thought… you said I didn’t have to put on a condom…”

  “Because I wanted to feel you!” Jane exploded. “Not because I want to get pregnant. Besides, I put spermicide in while I was in the bathroom, just in case. Believe me, I’m not taking chances.”

  It was an ongoing argument between them. Mitch was fifteen years younger than his new wife, and while Jane had seemed amenable during their courtship about wanting to have a baby, she had immediately closed off that path once the ring was on her finger. Ursula had even warned him of this fact, but Mitch had been snowed by Jane’s promises.

  Ursula was her mother’s one and only child—a mistake, as far as Jane was concerned. The only thing Jane had liked about having a baby had been the opportunity to name it. Ursula was as far from plain-Jane as she could get, and so that’s the name she’d been saddled with. Once the naming was through, Jane had lost interest. Thankfully, she came from money—her father, Ursula’s grandfather, had made his money in Silicon Valley. Still did. Jane didn’t have to work if she didn’t want to.

  Ursula’s father—sperm donor, really, that’s what her mother called him—didn’t even know she existed. He was some bad-boy biker dude her mother had gotten mixed up with when she was young. Jane had been so high most of her early pregnancy, she didn’t even realize she was pregnant, until it was too late. If it wasn’t for Ursula’s grandfather taking charge, putting his daughter into rehab and getting her clean, God only knew what Ursula would have been born addicted to.

  But Jane had the baby—and had kept it, in spite of her better judgment. Ursula had grown up in her grandparents’ home most of her life, parented by nannies and various servants. Jane was usually off doing something. Sailing, playing tennis, attending charity events, meeting men and bringing them home to fuck them in her childhood room while Ursula listened from down the hall.

  Just like she was listening to her mother and her new stepfather.

  Mitch…

  “Please, Janie.” Mitch’s voice was soft. “I just want to have everything with you…”

  “Oh for fuck’s sake, we already have everything.” Jane huffed, her hips still moving on top of him, round and round. “I’m too old for babies. Besides, you get your baby-fix whenever you go take pictures at births with Ursula.”

  The sound of her name startled her. She knew she should turn around and walk away, but she didn’t.

  “Now shush.” Jane actually put her hand over Mitch’s mouth as she began to fuck him again, grinding her pelvis into his. �
�Mmmm yeah… oh fuck, such a nice, big cock. Ohhhh Mitch, baby, mmmm I’m gonna come!”

  Ursula shrank back, was going to leave, head down to the kitchen to get her warm milk. Jane was already climbing off her husband, though, leaving the cock she’d been raving about standing straight up, glistening in the light. It had been a damned long time since Ursula had seen a flesh and blood cock, and she’d never seen one that big in her life.

  “Goddamnit.” Mitch sighed. “You’re kidding me. You’re going to leave me like this?”

  “Like what?” Jane headed toward the bathroom, not looking back.

  “You’re not being fair,” he grumbled, “not even considering me.

  Her mother stuck her head back out of the bathroom, “I’m not considering you? I’m not the one demanding you do something that’s going to take over your body for nine months and then consume your entire life for the next eighteen years—or longer, if Ursula is any indication.”

  “Oh come on,” Mitch said. His hand was on his cock, moving slowly up and down, keeping it hard. Ursula couldn’t take her eyes off it and she blushed when her stepfather started talking about her with his erection still in his fist. “Ursula’s a sweetheart. She’s smart, she’s funny, she has goals, she knows just what she wants to do with her life. That’s one of the reasons I want to have a baby with you, Jane. If we can make more like Ursula…”

  “Oh please.” Jane rolled her eyes. “You can stop right there. I’m so sick of this baby argument. Mitch—you can literally go fuck yourself.”

  Ursula didn’t hear what he grumbled, but he did just what his wife told him to. She heard the shower go on, wondering how much time she had. She knew she should go back to her room, should have never stopped in the first place, but the sight of his cock jutting out of his fist made her mouth water.

  This is so wrong.

  His cock actually glistened in the moonlight and Ursula licked her lips, feeling her pussy throbbing as she traced the ridges, the shadows of the bulging veins, the perfect cut of the head, with her gaze. His hand shuttled up and down his length, breath coming faster, his moans restrained, probably so Ursula’s mother couldn’t hear him, even though she had to be expecting him to jerk himself off. She’d said as much.

  “Ohhh yeah, that’s a girl,” Mitch whispered. “Sit right down on my dick.”

  Ursula bit her lip, flushing when she realized he was fantasizing. Probably about fucking Ursula’s mother.

  Oh, this is sooooo wrong.

  Yeah, so, it was, but still, she couldn’t stop watching. Her mind kept returning to that afternoon, to the fantasy that Jill had sparked inside of her.

  “That’s it, open up for Daddy.”

  Daddy?

  Ursula swallowed hard.

  “I’m gonna fill your hot little cunt with all my cum, baby. Are you ready for it?”

  Oh hell. Ursula couldn’t breathe.

  “I’m gonna fill you up and put a baby in your belly. Do you want that?”

  Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God.

  Ursula cupped her mound, rocking her hand over the swollen folds, trying not to whimper as she watched him stroke it faster, harder, and God help her, she was imagining herself on top of him, riding his thick shaft.

  “Ohhhh baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Fucckkk Ursula, I’m gonna come up inside you, baby! Oh baby! Baby! Fuckkk!”

  Ursula gasped, a hand moving swiftly to cover her mouth as he brought himself to a rough, swift orgasm, growling, practically howling at the moon as he came, a fierce beast of a man. Except the fact the man always had a clean shaven face, and sported not a single strand of hair on his chest, he could have been a wild beast, some wolf man silhouetted in the night.

  Ursula padded softly back to her room, forgetting her original errand, her body buzzing with sexual tension again. She couldn’t it out of her mind—the strings of cum that had shot from his cock, landing on his stomach, practically sparkling in the moonlight. And he’d called her name!

  Her mind was playing tricks on her. He couldn’t have really said her name. Did he? What else could it have been? Ursula was a pretty damned specific name. If he’d called out Jane, eh could have been talking about his wife, or he could have been fantasizing about Jane Seymour. But there weren’t that many Ursulas in the world.

  She sat on the edge of her bed, trembling, remembering the way he had shot his come, like a geyser. In her mind, she saw the stuff as some magical elixir, just what she needed to get what she wanted, and yet, it seemed so hard to come by. Still, there it was, wasted. It had become a burden, a mess to clean up, gone with a swipe of Kleenex, instead of where it should have been—swimming up to meet an egg to make a baby. Her baby. Their baby.

  “What the hell is wrong with me?” she whispered to herself.

  She couldn’t get over the way the sight had made her feel—barren, empty.

  It seemed like such a waste.

  Rolling over, grabbing her iPhone, she opened it and found her “PinkPad” app. The one that kept track of her period. She looked at her ovulation chart. She’d been keeping one, even though she couldn’t possibly afford artificial insemination. But, her needs, her thoughts often got the better of her, and she’d many times contemplated going out for a night, having a one night stand, maybe a couple of them, each month when she ovulated until she found herself pregnant.

  But caution held her back. Without a condom, sex wasn’t safe these days with guys you didn’t know. And she’d never known her father, a fact that bothered her a great deal. Did she want to do that to her own child? In reality, no.

  She let the longing inside take her, wash her away with spinning circles of thoughts. Mikey in her arms, his bright smile. Jill in her arms, kissing her as they laid together naked. Her stepfather’s cum shooting up into the night.

  Her pulse sped up, as much with pain and need as with lust and envy. If she was being honest with herself, she had to admit that she had always thought Mitch was sexy. Her fantasy, the one that had finally pushed her over the edge that afternoon with Jill, had been eerily similar to her stepfather’s words that night.

  She’d been imagining him fucking her, filling her with his seed. Making her pregnant.

  Her own stepfather!

  It was such an exciting, charged thought, it had made her come. And thinking about it, still, made her wet. Something was wrong with her—what was wrong with her? She told herself it was because she and Mitch had shared so much together. They’d got to dozens of births over the past year. He was an amazing photographer, and his photos of birth had been featured in several big magazines. They’d fallen into working together, easily. She spent more time with Mitch during a week than she did anyone else, and vice versa.

  When a call came in, in the middle of the night, and Ursula crept into her parents’ room to wake him and tell him they had to go, he was always just as excited as she was. He had the same passions, the same loves, as she did. There was something about bringing new life into the world that jazzed her—and she had found a partner in crime in Mitch.

  He’s married! To your mother! Just because he’s into birth and wants a baby and you’ve sat together for hours at the side of a laboring women, sneaking glances at each other, sharing secret smiles—that doesn’t mean he wants you.

  Maybe not. But Mitch had called her name. She wasn’t mistaken about that.

  A plan bloomed in her fevered mind, a way to get a baby with a man she knew, a man who wanted a child maybe as desperately as she did. A man she’d fantasized about, dreamed about, worked beside. A man she’d grown to love.

  They could help each other, if she only knew how to approach him.

  She’d never understood what Mitch saw in Jane, but maybe it had all been a part of a fated, glorious plan, one that would bring her and Mitch together with a common goal.

  A baby.

  Was she really going to do this? Ursula shimmied out of her panties. Letting her fingers wander, she began to arouse herself, rubbing gently
, letting her hand stroke, soothe, make love to her own pussy. She imagined him on top of her, touching her, caressing her, whispering to her that he wanted a baby as badly as she did. She pictured him coming—filling her.

  Oh God. Was she really going to do this?

  Ursula glanced at her phone again, checking the time. Her mother would be out of the shower by now. She would have put on her light-blocking blindfold and taken her Ambien. Ursula knew, from interrupting Mitch’s sleep on countless nights with a birth, that her mother never woke when she went into their room. She slept on, oblivious, even when Mitch turned on the light and slammed doors and drawers getting dressed. It would take a tornado to wake her.