Milked by the Cattle Rancher

by Fiona Thompson

  Tom grunts his disapproval and slides down my body. His tongue licks my belly and stops right before it hits my swollen wet pussy. “C’mon girl, spread them. I’m going to make you wish you said yes the first time I asked.”

  My head rolls to the side and my knees fall outward. I grab Tom by the head and push him further down. When his tongue enters me I fall into bliss. Absolute raving bliss.

  I don’t know how much longer I can resist the urge to say no. I know Tom is right. I would love to be milked. I want to be milked. And I’m terrified by all of it.

  ****

  Swollen so big, I cradle my bell as I waddle around the ranch like my babies might drop out of me at any minute. I hope they do because I am so horny and I can barely touch myself. And Tom won’t touch me at all anymore because he wants to milk me.

  He watches me from a distance as I waddle around, my shoulder thrown back and my belly leading me around like it has a mind of it’s own. Like it’s controlling me. In the kitchen, I eat at the fridge, I’m so hungry all the time.

  Ma is in there and if I’m not mistaken my Pa has wasted no time in knocking her up again. The sweater she wears is pushed out slightly at her naval and I wonder when all this madness is going to stop. Why can’t the men just keep their cocks to themselves but it seems like everyone just wants us round, blossoming with growing new life so we’ll be like their slaves.

  All I can think about is Tom inside me and stretching me so I go find him. “Tom?” I say as I enter his office. I rub my belly in slow circles where the babies kick me.

  He glances up at me and there’s lust in his eyes as he takes in my stretched tired body. “Is it that babies, Joannie May?”

  I shake my head with tears in my eyes. “Please, Tom. I need you, baby. If you need to milk me first…” I swallow my pride, “then milk me, but make it soon because the contractions are getting a little more frequent.”

  Tom stood and came to me, putting his hands all over me. “I promise, darling, it’ll be the best experience of your life.”

  “We’ll see about that, Tom.” I said and I’m sure it’s not likely. Not likely at all, but what choice do I have? None. I never really had a choice. I just had to pretend for a while.

  ****

  At the barn, all the machines are going at once and it sounds like a giant orgy of moaning woman in pleasure. I’m terrified as I lay down on a private spot Tom has saved just for me. He unbuttons my dress and sensually rubs my belly as it comes free.

  There’s a dark line running down it over my extended pop belly button, but it’s free of stretch marks even though it’s stretched so high in the air, it’s near translucent and it pops up and down with the movement from the twins.

  I moan as Tom hands touch me in ways they haven’t in weeks. I close my eyes as he rubs his hands over my full breasts. He lowers his face to blow on my nipples and I’m instantly so horny I can barely stand it.

  “oh Tom,” I whisper and my lip quivers with desire as my hands are bolted down above my head and my ankles are harnessed too.

  “You ready?” Tom asks.

  I nod hurriedly as Tom puts these metal shaped cones over my breasts. With a push of the button they crush my plump breasts and I twinge in pain.

  “Just give it a second.” Tom says and my eyes roll back into my head with the gentle suction. It’s started and it feels good.

  For a few minutes, I ride the pleasure. I can feel that the machine is going faster and I moan, resisting the urge to move my pelvis and thrash in the air, but it’s hard. The milk is flowing freely from me now and I go light headed, this feeling of freedom, of satisfaction flows over me.

  But the machine isn’t done, it goes faster and pumps harder until it is on full throttle. My mouth is frozen open in bliss and my hips hump at the open air. There’s no relief. Just pleasure. Minutes, hours of pleasure. No heightening and no climax. Just complete and other pleasure with no end in sight.

  Tom watches me and caresses my belly. I draw a sharp breath. “Take me, Tom. I need you so bad.”

  He leans down and kisses my lips. I know what’s coming. I know. And then he puts his hand right on my pussy. My swollen beyond compare wet pussy and I groan, my knees bend and fall open. I want nothing but his cock pushed inside of me right then.

  It’s like he knows. His hand speeds up and rubs me as fast as I’m being pumped for milk. Exhaustion takes me, but there’s no relief. Tom just keeps playing with me like I’m his toy, his to do what he wants with.

  He leans down and kisses my neck, meanwhile his hands work me over to drive me crazy. In the back of my mind I’m aware the contractions are getting close together. I arch my back and ride out the pain, but Tom doesn’t know what it is I’m going through.

  He straddles me between his legs and holds onto my massive belly, lining his cock up with my pussy and I wait for it. I beg for it until it’s forcing it’s way inside of me.

  There’s more pain than pleasure because of how swollen I am, but that just turns me on more. I grip the cuffs tight in my fingers and can barely control my breathing thanks to the extra weight of carrying these twins.

  The climax comes hard and fast. Then I realize how much pain I’m in and I moaned, grimace. Tom sees it and unlatches me from the milking machine, but can’t stop himself from licking at my nipples.

  “The babies,” I moan as he helps me up and I cradle my moving belly. “I think they’re ready to be born. Or close to being ready. Oh, Tom….”

  He kisses me and then he puts his hand on my waist and helps me walk toward the house. My steps are slow and controlled. As we climb up the front steps, I grab onto the railing and bare down in a scream.

  The contractions are so strong. So strong, I don’t know how I’ll make it up to the bedroom.

  But I do, my forehead dripping in sweat. Tom helps me on the bed and he removes my clothes, helps me lay down. I moan and put my hands up on my high belly and closed my eyes, breathing through the pain.

  On the phone, Tom puts his hand on my belly. “Midwife Sue, please hurry, the contractions are dangerously close together.”

  Tom can say that again. My back arches and I throw my head back, gripping my belly with a scream. My water has broken. Now it’s only a matter of time before my sons are born.

  I just hope it doesn’t hurt this much for long.

  Birth

  The rain is falling dangerously fast outside and I lie in the bed, covered in sweat. My body contourts in pain as I scream. My dress is open and my belly and breasts go free, but there’s no pleasure in what is going on.

  I’m giving birth. Alone. The midwife has been unable to pass the muddy roads to our ranch.

  No medicine. No help. I’m in the throws of labor and I grab the sheets, arch my back and scream.

  “Push push push,” Tom cries with a hand behind my head and another hand on my belly.

  I do the best I can. Grit my teeth and grab behind my knees, forcing my body to push as hard as I can. But it hurt so much. I figure I must be being punished for being so dirty, so raw. So naughty.

  I scream as the first baby is born. I listen to his cries and think more than anything I want to hold him, but it’s not time yet.

  Not time because I have to give birth to the second one. And it’s coming fast.

  “It’s coming fast, Tom!” I cry out in fear as the contractions start again. This time they’re even stronger than before and it’s only a few minutes before the second big baby boy is born.

  Time Passes

  The babies are healthy and strong. Plus they’re approaching their first birthday. I decorate the house with streamers and balloons.

  My breasts are swollen, almost bigger than the balloons thanks to all the milking that goes on late at night in the barn, but I’ve given into it. I love it.

  Just like I love Tom and the new babies that swell in my belly. This time I think it might be triplets. Six months along and I’m already waddling around the ranch like I’m ready to give
birth. Just like my Ma who is knocked up for the third time in two years.

  Turns out I’m not the only one who likes to be milked for fun.

  But I am the only one with a loving husband. Ma has a gambler, my poor Pa. Tom, well he loves me. I see it in his face as he walks into the kitchen. He takes my hand and I waddle after him, my other hand cradling my rounded stomach under the form fitting dress I wear.

  “Where are we off to, Tom?”

  He grins at me, like I don’t know. “I’m a little thirsty, Darlin. I thought it might be a good time for a glass of milk.”