Bursting Barbara

by Jackie Leigh

  Bursting Barbara!

  Farmer Rod’s Hucow Ranch 2

  Jackie Leigh

  Copyright 2017 by Night Watch Publishing. All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This story contains sexually explicit content and is intended for readers over 18 years of age. By downloading this document you acknowledge that you are over 18 years of age. All fictitious characters who are engaged in sexual acts in this book are likewise over 18 years of age, whether explicitly stated or not.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 1

  “Baby, it’s bad. I mean it’s really bad.”

  My boyfriend had the flair of dramatics. Things couldn’t have been that bad. At least not for him, right now. I was naked and on top of him and riding him like my life depended on it.

  “Oh baby, can’t we talk about this later? Come on and play with my tits. Barbara is lonely and needs Jimmy to come out and play.”

  It was the way he liked me to talk when we were getting busy, but even that wasn’t helping. He was wearing a sour expression on his face but I wasn’t letting it bother me. His dick was hard and it felt good so I just kept on rising and falling on top of him. If only his cock was just a little bit bigger…

  “I don’t think you understand Barbara. If I lose that gig we’re out of money. We won’t have enough coming in from your job to make ends meet. They’ll probably end up taking the car, and then we’ll really be screwed.”

  He knew now what I had known months ago. I was the smart one – I had been the one who was watching the bills and I had warned him. He was just starting to realize now and he wanted to talk about it while I was fucking him? I knew things were bad but I wasn’t going to let it spoil my good time.

  At least not right now.

  “Just play with my tits baby. It will all seem better if you play with my tits.”

  He lifted his hands half enthusiastically and gave them each a rub. God I loved having my tits played with, but he was only teasing me now. I needed to lift his spirits. I need to fuck him to orgasm and I reached for something to make him feel better. And as it turned out, I didn’t need to reach far.

  “I was talking to Susan” I said to him, as I made another pass up and down his shaft.

  His cock may not have been big but it was at least hard and I made sure to press firmly on my way back down.

  “She’s still talking to me about that fucking dairy farm thing. You remember I told you about that?”

  I knew he would remember. He didn’t like the idea originally any more than I did because is sounded sketchy. But I had a feeling his attitude had probably changed.

  “Yeah, what about it?”

  “Susan said that Farmer Rod guy is still hard up for girls. He is still offering five thousand dollars for a one month contract.”

  I said the words ‘five thousand’ and I swear to God his cock started twitching inside of me. His attitude suddenly changed and I had hands back on my tits.

  “Five grand?”

  “Yeah, I can’t remember if I mentioned that to you before or not.”

  Lie – I knew I had not told him on purpose…

  “And what do you need to do again?”

  “It’s some kind of milking thing, I don’t know. Susan said they give you a pill and then you come back a week later for the milking.”

  I was purposely vague, partly because I didn’t need him asking questions and partly because I wasn’t sure myself what the fuck they did. All I knew is that Susan had raved and Jimmy needed money. And his hands were now more relaxed and raking across my naked tits.

  "Do it baby, do it. That may be our only hope..."

  Chapter 2

  “I’m glad you decided to return to us Barbara. Susan has been such an excellent contribution to us here at the farm that I just know that you will work out splendidly as well.”

  I was trying to concentrate on Farmer Rod talking to me from behind his big desk, but Susan was making it difficult from where she was sitting next to me. She was nodding and patting me enthusiastically on the back, agreeing with the farmer at every turn.

  “It would be great to have you working here with us Barbara. It really is easy. And even kind of fun.”

  Fun?

  I opened my mouth to follow up on that one and Farmer Rod started speaking again, distracting me. The two of them were well coordinated, and for a moment I was wondering whose side Susan was really on.

  “We try to promote a light and carefree atmosphere, I think that’s what Susan is trying to say Barbara. But we are very serious about what we do here, make no mistake about that. Once you agree to the terms of our contract you are expected to show up here and participate fully.”

  “And what does that participation entail again?”

  The farmer got up from behind his big desk and walked around to stand in front of me. He was wearing the dungarees and flannel shirt that would have been typical of any farmer, but my heightened senses told me he was anything but. Most farmers I saw looked like Andy Griffith. This guy was young and good looking. Almost too good looking.

  "I'm glad you asked that Barbara. We're experimenting on a new lactation drug here at the farm. What we would want you to do is take this little pill of ours and then come back at regular intervals to get milked. It's very simple really."

  Milked?

  "It's very simple BUT it's scientific too" Susan said.

  It was a stupid thing to say. I looked at my friend Susan and she was smiling at me after she had said it. I could see the change in her physically after taking the drug. Her boobs looked twice as big as they had been before. But I was wondering if that drug was making her just a little bit stupid at the same time.

  "Very scientific" the doctor said, agreeing with her. "We are evaluating all sorts of methods for increasing output here at the farm, and coincidentally human milk is extremely useful for us also. So it really works out for everyone."

  "I don't know. It just sounds a little fuc..."

  "And of course there is the matter of compensation. If you sign a commitment today I can go as high as seventy five hundred dollars for your participation Barbara."

  Fuck. That number stopped me right in my tracks. Seventy five hundred dollars would go a long way towards eliminating our problems. I was picturing the look on Jimmy's face as I told him about getting seventy five hundred dollars. I was picturing the way he would fuck me with that happy cock of his.

  I guess the milking thing didn't sound so weird after all...

  "Well, I guess I could..."

  Farmer Rod was already handing me a clipboard that had his contract on it. It was three pages of legal jargon, single spaced.

  And on both sides.

  "Oh, well. Let me just take a look..."

  "It's a standard non-disclosure agreement" Farmer Rod said. "It stipulates the terms of your contract and what will be done with you once we get started."

  "It's very scientific" Susan said.

  "And the agreement says that once you take the pill you are under contract with us for thirty days in order to collect your fee."

  Susan was pushing the pen into my hand and pointing at the signature line. I was having trouble getting the pen to move.

  "And we will give you three thousand dollars now and forty five hundred upon completion."

  That was all I needed to hear. My ha
nd was scratching my signature on it before my brain had even finished processing. Seventy five hundred dollars.

  Jimmy was going to be so happy.

  Chapter 3

  "Oh fuck baby – I'm so happy."

  It was easy to see why. I was on top of him riding him like I was a cowgirl in the old west. He had three thousand dollars to help with our problems and his naked girlfriend bobbing up and down on his hard cock. And his naked girlfriend had been undergoing some changes.

  "Jesus that feels good baby. God, just look at your tits."

  Jimmy had few questions about the dairy farm when I originally agreed to the job. And he had fewer questions still when I came home with three grand in my pocket. Once I took that pill from the farmer, my tits had swollen to twice their size, and I knew he didn’t have a problem with that. But I needed to fight him off. I needed to save it for the farm.

  But I wanted them touched too. Fuck I wanted them touched so bad...

  I tried to placate Jimmy by reach down to fondle his balls while I rode him. I could feel him throbbing inside me and knew I had him close. If I could just manage to pull his trigger than I could get myself off later when he wasn't around. But even as I thought about it I felt his hands starting to slide up to my chest.

  Rough hands on swollen breasts. My nipples were aching and his fingers made it to them before I was able to push them away. I moaned but I reached a hand up in time to swat them away as I continued to fuck him.

  "Hands off for fuck's sake! I told you not to touch them."

  He groaned in reply, but I think the groan was more because he was getting closer to cumming. I reached a hand underneath myself and wrapped my fingers around his cock. Each time I rose off of him I gave him an extra stroke with my fist. It was an aggressive strategy. I just needed to make Jimmy cum. For the first time in my life I didn't want him playing with my tits.

  And then he played with my tits.

  His hands were quicker than mine and made it to my breasts and gave a gentle squeeze of each bloated boob and a shudder ran directly to my pussy. I moaned in spite of myself and saw the trickle of milk a split second before he did. But there was no escaping it, because it landed directly on his chest.

  "Fuck – you see that baby? You're leaking milk!"

  "I told you not to touch my tits!"

  I swatted his hands away again and started fucking him faster. Two strokes with my hand now for each time I raised my pussy off him. The only white I wanted to see on his chest was the white from his throbbing cock. Although just by having my pussy touched I was hornier than ever.

  "Oh God baby, you're going to make me cum..."

  That was what I was waiting to hear. I felt him throbbing harder in my hand and knew the second he was going to fire off. I hopped off of him and started stroking his cock wildly and watched as it burst open with it's white hot spew. Stroke after stroke of warm semen on Jimmy's chest, mixed in with little droplets of my milk. I stroked him until he was soft, and then I rose slowly from the bed.

  "I just have to clean myself up honey" I told him.

  He didn't look up. He didn't care. He had just shot his load and would likely be sleeping in five more minutes. Not me – I wasn't tired. There was one thing I needed and I knew I needed it now.

  I hustled into the bathroom down the hall. I planned on biting my lip but I still needed privacy. I closed the door and sat on the toilet and lifted my knees up wide so my pussy was nice and exposed. And then I got down to work with my two fingers, satisfying myself in the way that only my trusted fingers could.

  Jimmy's cock was nice, but it was no monster. My fingers did the walking and hit me exactly the way I needed to be hit. I felt my nipples throbbing as I settled in and the orgasm bit me. Hard pressure of the tips of my fingers on my clit, bite of my lower lip to hold back the moan, and I let that delicious orgasm wash right over me. It wasn't the first time that I needed to finish myself off, and I was certain it wouldn't be the last.

  But as I looked down at my chest, I knew it was the first time that I came with milk dribbling out of my big tits.

  Chapter 4

  "Barbara, don't worry, once they milk you it's going to feel so much better."

  I was letting Susan lead me to the milking room at Farmer Rod's farm. I would have let her lead me into the depths of hell if it meant finally getting some relief. My tits were absolutely throbbing and I was willing to do almost anything, and I knew that Susan had already been through this thing before.

  "Right through here..."

  She led me through the doors into a big room at the end of the hall. There was all manner of strange looking paraphernalia in the room and Farmer Rod was in the corner checking on some sort of device. In the center of the room was a little padded bench that was not even wide enough to sit on. I was trying to make sense of it as Farmer Rod smiled at us and walked over.

  "Ah, Barbara – how are you feeling today?"

  Um, I feel like a cow that is about to explode dumbass...

  "Full. I feel full Farmer Rod. And uncomfortable."

  I was also feeling impatient. And then he said something that snapped me back into place.

  "Well good then. Let’s get to work and then you can get your money."

  Oh, right – the money. That's what this had all been about. That's what had made Jimmy so happy. I was starting to think about the money when Farmer Rod spoke again.

  "Hank, Darryl – come on in and help Barbara get started."

  Hank? Darryl?

  It had just been the three of us in the room but that didn't last for long. No sooner had Farmer Rod said the words and a door in the side of the room opened and two hunky farm hands stepped in. Jeans and flannel shirts and smiles heading right towards me.

  "Yeah, she looks good to go. I'll go get the pump."

  "Sounds good Hank."

  The bigger of the two turned to look at me while his smaller friend went and retrieved his equipment. Within a minute he was wheeling pumping apparatus and a big canister over to the bench.

  "Why don't you go ahead and get undressed sugar. You might as well get ready."

  He was looking at me with more than a casual interest in his eyes. I was in the center of all of them and I was feeling far less than comfortable. I felt hands on me and I turned and saw Susan starting to fiddle with the buttons of my blouse. My first instinct was to stop her but I knew this was the point of the entire exercise.

  "Here you go honey, I can help you."

  I didn't respond because I didn't know what to say. And it really didn't matter. No sooner had she said it than she already had my shirt half unbuttoned. A second later she was finished and she was pulling the garment from my shoulders.

  "Goddamn Darryl, look at those bad boys. They're even bigger than Susan's tits."

  The smaller guy, still fiddling with his equipment. He was looking at me now as he finished with his milking machine. A big reservoir with two long tubes and two suction cups at the end – and it was no mystery where those suction cups were heading.

  "Here you go Barbara."

  Susan was already behind me, warm hands unfastening the clasp on my tight bra. I felt the straps go slack and a second later my full tits were swinging free. I should have been embarrassed. Ordinarily I would be trying to cover up. But my tits were absolutely throbbing and all I wanted was relief.

  "Fuck yeah, look at those things. She's ready."

  Hank started moving towards me with his suction cups and a second later I felt his fingers on my left breast. The sensation of his fingers was followed by the cool feeling of rubber as he fixed the cup on me and pumped it once. I felt myself gasp because I felt my stiff nipple being pulled into the tube. Hank only smiled as he moved to repeat the process on my other swollen tit.

  I could feel what was happening between my legs and I was trying to ignore it. On a regular day my tits were sensitive and they were a direct pipeline to my pussy. But this was not a regular day, and my nipples were absolutely th
robbing. And his hands on my tits wasn't helping matters.

  Rough hands, starting to massage my breasts, my pussy getting wetter by the second. But my pussy suddenly wasn't the only part of my body that was wet. I could feel the milk starting to trickle – warm, wet drops dribbling down my swollen breasts. And the entire time it was happening I was biting my lip in order to hold back the moan.

  "She's starting to produce, but it looks a little sluggish. I think she's going to need a little help."

  I wasn't sure what that meant. I didn't know how they could help me. The only thing I knew was his hands on my tits were driving me crazy. He was rubbing and squeezing and the only thing that was getting denied were my nipples. Buried deep inside the rubber cups, my nipples were throbbing and barely dribbling out milk.

  "No problem Hank."

  Darryl was speaking. But more important, Darryl was undressing. My mind was hazy because of the tingling in my chest and the fingers on my tits but I could see Darryl undressing. The flannel shirt was first, almost completely unbuttoned as he turned and spoke.

  "Go ahead and get her undressed."

  He wasn't asking me to undress, he was talking to the others. And again it was Susan's hands I felt on my body, starting at the zipper at my waist.

  "You're going to feel so much better Barbara, trust me. Darryl knows what he's doing. Once he gets going Hank is going to be able to relieve the swelling in your tits."

  Susan, a friend of mine for the last ten years, had my zipper down and was pulling down my pants. I was listening to her speak.

  Sort of.

  But I was watching Darryl as he continued to get undressed. His pants had come off and he was down to nothing but boxers and it was obvious there was something big hiding behind that cotton. Another moment later and I was looking at the biggest flesh sword that I had ever seen.

  "That's right baby - 'ol Darryl is going to stick this big cock in you and that milk is going to flow faster than the Mississippi River."

  I was suddenly aware of the wetness between my legs. I had noticed it before when Hank had started on my tits. His hands were still there, lingering, drawing out little dribbles of milk at a time. But now I was looking at a donkey cock and my pussy was absolutely overflowing.