How I Became A Happy Mother

I was a virgin brat until I went to far, hooked up with a man, and became a happy mother.

My Dad owns a horse farm. Since my Mom passed away and my older brothers moved out, it's been just him and me. I'm Jenny, today I turn 18, and don't have much of a life outside the farm. I've never had a boyfriend, although I think I'm kind of cute; blond, 5'2" and 115 pounds, even though my boobs are pretty small. And, yes, I'm a virgin. I've never really thought much about that though.

Our farm is a breeding farm. We have mares and stallions along with a few fillies that we have kept from couplings when the time seemed right. I love working there. We also have a half dozen farm hands. There're four Black guys and two Mexicans. They are all easy to work with and I enjoy their company.

The foreman is one of the Black guys, Jerome. Jerome is a big dude; 29 years old, around 6'4" and maybe 210 pounds. I had never thought much about men's 'equipment', but Jerome is hard to ignore. I've seen him in shorts a few times and he looks like he's sporting a nightstick that sometimes protrudes below the leg of his shorts even when he is soft.

I've been in a bad mood all day. Maybe it's because it's my birthday and there's nothing really special going on for it. It's not PMS; my period stopped a couple of days ago. Jerome is a pretty good cook and, for my birthdays till now, he has always made me a carrot, birthday cake. He knows I love carrot cake.

But, this time, I just wasn't in the mood. When Jerome brought my carrot, birthday cake in, I threw a fit and said many things that I should not have. Jerome was clearly hurt that I didn't want his cake and my Dad was furious because of the disrespect I had shown Jerome.

My parents are real traditionalists and, when you screw up bad enough, an ass beating was in your near future. My Dad even built a spanking bench so you could be secured down and couldn't get away from what you deserved. The part you laid over was about four feet off the floor and two feet in length. The bench was wide though, about three and a half feet. Your hands were tied down to the front legs and your knees pulled apart and attached to the back legs. Then, there was one last strap over your waist to keep you from wriggling too much. The result of your knees being so far apart was that you were completely exposed, pussy and asshole completely visible along with the tender skin between your butt cheeks. The skin of your ass was stretched tight as a drum. When the boys were on the bench, Dad had fashioned a thick leather pouch to protect their balls.

Dad's weapon of choice was an old fashioned razor strop, the kind used in old barber shops. It had a handle on one end, but Dad has removed the buckle from other other end so it was bare leather. When it blasted your skin tight butt cheeks, the pain was unbelievable. Ten or fifteen strokes left you wishing you had never done whatever it was that got you there.

Just when I finished my fit, I remembered the spanking bench and strap and was immediately sorry for what I had done. But, it was too late. Dad sent the hands back to the bunkhouse, except for Jerome. He told Jerome that, since he was the subject of my ire, he would get to watch my punishment. Except for my Dad, I had never been nude in front of a man before, but that wasn't what I was worried about just right then.

Dad told me to go into his office. There was no 'maybe' in his voice and I did as I was told. Dad and Jerome followed.

Off my Dad's office was another room, one I had been in a few times earlier in my life, it contained the 'bench'.

Dad told me to remove everything from the waist down. His voice wasn't angry, but it was firm. I had no choice. I pulled off my shoes, socks, and panties and stood with my hands trying to cover my pussy. Until then, no one knew that I shaved my pussy; it was completely hairless.

Dad took me by the arm and ushered me into the side room. Once I saw the bench, nudity became the last thing I was worried about. Dad put me on the bench and, in about a minute, I was completely secured down.

I began pleading with Daddy ('Dad' always changed to 'Daddy' when I was trying to get out of something); that I was sorry and would never do it again. I couldn't see Daddy and wondered where he went. Then, as I was in the middle of a sentence pleading for forgiveness, a blast of fire across my ass shut me up and caused me to inhale. For a minute, I didn't know if I could exhale, but then I did. I screamed louder than I thought I was capable of. My ass felt like it was being attacked by a thousand fire ants, each with metal teeth that bit deeper and deeper into the meat of my ass. The pain was horrible; I never knew I could hurt so much.

The second lash landed low on my ass, where the tender flesh met my thighs; the 'sit spot'. That hurt even more and I was sure the neighbors down the road heard my screech. I began sobbing; a choking sob between moans and attempts to talk.

It was then that I looked up and saw Jerome looking at my face. I was surprised to see him there; I figured he'd be behind me when he could watch my ass dance, twerk and change colors as the strop landed on it.

Another stroke, another huge inhale, and a deafening scream.

And another

And another. I was out of control, completely limp and unable to do anything except blubber and feel the pain in my poor ass.

It was then that I heard Jerome ask my Daddy if he could speak to him in the other room. They left me alone and I swear the burning and itching in my ass only got worse while they were gone.

Something unexpected happened. The itching in my ass was radiating to my pussy and I felt myself starting to get wet. I was a virgin, but I was not dead and had spent lots of time, since I was twelve or thirteen, rubbing my clit until orgasms exploded in me. That's how I ended up shaved. I came to realize that my fingers had better access to my clit if there wasn't any hair blocking it.

Jerome came back in. "Jenny, can you hear me"?

I choked out a "Yes".

"Do you realize that your Dad had intended to give you ten strokes of the strap and you've only gotten five"?

"Yes".

"Your father and I have talked. I am in need of a mate, a woman, to spend time with, to have children with, and to grow old with. In his opinion, a lot of the problems you're having are because you're alone; in short, you could use a mate also. So, I'm offering. Be mine and I will be yours. Make no mistake. Our relationship will be traditional, so if you're bad, there will be consequences. But, I will do all I can to make you happy."

I had never thought about the possibility of a relationship, even a boyfriend, who was black. But, the idea intrigued me. I liked Jerome. I had known him a long time and he'd always been nice to me.

"Will you release me so we can talk"?

"No, you've still got ten more minutes of dealing with the fire and itching in your ass without being able to sooth it. But, after that, I will release you."

After ten minutes, Jerome released me. He sat me down on a hard wooden bench in the spanking room which set off the itching and throbbing in my butt all over again. He went straight to the point. "Jenny. What's your answer? Do we become a couple or not"?

I had already decided. "Yes. You've always been my friend and now it's time to move on to the next level".

Jerome smiled. "Your Dad said we could spend a few nights in your room while we look for an apartment. I'll move in tonight".

I knew what that meant and it scared me, but it was also what I knew I wanted, and needed.

With that, Jerome went off to do his farm work and tell my Dad what we had decided.

After work that evening, we all sat down to dinner and watched TV for a while. Around 10, Jerome said, "Time to go to bed," took my hand, and led me upstairs to my bedroom. Once in my room, he said, "take off your clothes. You won't be needing them tonight".

I lied and told him I needed to pee so I could go in the bathroom and undress. While in there, I took a look at my butt in the mirror. The bright redness was gone, but my cheeks were covered with purple and yellow blotches, showing the deep bruising, that would last for days. It didn't hurt to sit down any more, but it was sore and uncomfortable.

When I went back to the bedroom, Jerome was undressed. I had seen the size of his cock through his shorts once or twice and decided it was big. I was wrong; it was huge. He was only partially hard and already was around 8 inches of coal black, uncut meat. What was more impressive than the length was the girth; it looked to be about two inches in diameter.

There was no doubt it was going to hurt going in, but it was too late to worry about that now. I could only hope he would be as gentle as possible.

We laid down together, on our sides, facing each other. Jerome kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth so his tongue could explore me. At the same time, he began rubbing my clit with his finger. It wasn't very long before I was panting and my hips were involuntarily humping his finger. I held him tight. I had wondered if this was right and now, I knew it was. I reached between us and touched the first cock that I had ever touched. It was smooth, long, and hard as a telephone pole. I gently massaged it until Jerome told me to stop.

Jerome rolled me on my back and I knew it was time. I spread my legs as far as I could as he laid on top of me. At first, he gently sucked on my nipples and slowly moved down my body, kissing my belly, until his mouth contacted my pussy. The feeling was amazing. Electric shocks ran through me as he sucked on my clit. I came over and over as my pussy juice soaked the sheets beneath me. I was definitely well lubricated and ready.

He moved back up my body until the head of his cock came in contact with my pussy. He pushed and, gradually, it opened and he got about an inch in. My pussy felt like it was being pried open with a crowbar, but I bit my lip to keep from crying; tears were running down my cheeks.

Jerome said, "Here comes the hard part. Just relax as much as you can".

He hooked his arms under my legs and pushed my knees back towards my boobs. With a firm thrust, he buried three or four inches of cock into me, shredding my hymen on the way in. I couldn't help it. I yelled and cried. It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved inside me.

Jerome stroked my hair and gently kissed me on my face. "Shh baby. It's all over".

He pulled back a little, then pushed again, adding another inch of cock. I looked between my legs and stared at his black cock entering my lily white belly. The color contrast had me mesmerized.

At this point, he only only maybe half of his cock in me. Jerome kissed me with a big open mouth kiss, this time my tongue exploring his mouth. I was getting it from both ends and my body was in heat. I wanted more, and more.

Jerome began stroking me, in and out, each time adding more and more cock to my birth canal. I was sore, but way past wanting to stop. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hooked my ankles behind him. Each time he thrust towards me, I pulled with my legs, trying to get him deeper.

Finally, after about twenty minutes, I felt the kinky hair of his pubes against my belly and his huge black balls bouncing off of my ass. It was done. My virginity had been taken and taken good; I was broken in. The head of his cock was nestled against my cervix and, each time he moved, it sent me into intense orgasms.

It only took about ten more thrusts until I felt his cock throbbing. Jerome's breathing got harder and faster. He pushed into me hard and held himself there as he moaned. I felt hot baby-batter bathing my cervix and knew he had come inside me. It didn't occur to me right then, but it had been about two weeks since my last period and I was not on birth control. The chances of him breeding me were excellent, but I didn't care. I wanted more and I wanted it all the time.

Jerome held himself against me, hard, until his cock started to soften. He tried to get off me, but I had him trapped with my legs around his waist. I wasn't ready to give up that feeling just yet.

So, he lifted me as he stood up and rolled over on his back with me on top. That hit my clit in different ways than before and I started a whole new round of cumming. I began to roll my hips, humping up and down on his cock until he started to harden again. When he got hard, it started to hurt and I tried to lift myself up to relieve the pressure against my cervix. But, Jerome grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down hard on his cock as he came in me again.

I don't know what time we actually fell asleep, but I know he was inside me when we did. In the morning, I had to change the sheets; there was a mixture of our juices and my blood all over them.

Dad gave both Jerome and I a couple days off and, I must say, we seldom left the bedroom. I became so addicted to having a cock in me that it made me wonder why I had waited so long. He kept me filled with sperm the entire time.

Well, it's six months later and the last period I had was the one before Jerome had sex with me the first time. He has moved into my room permanently since Dad told him we might as well not spend rent money when we can stay with him.

I'm pregnant and my belly and boobs are huge. A trip to the doctor revealed that I was having twins.

My milk dropped a week or so ago. My tits, that had been about a B cup and stood straight out, now were about a D cup with red and blue veins running through them. My nipples were leaking. Jerome was happy at that and said the 'Titty Fairy' had visited me.

I needed to reduce the pressure in my tits since they were painful when full. I was going to buy a breast pump, but Jerome said he had a better idea. He loved to nurse on my tits and told me that three or four of the other hands said they would like to also.

And, so it went. Every night, I had one or two of the hands, or Jerome, nurse on my tits to reduce the pressure of the milk in them. I did warn them that, once the babies were born, the tits belonged to them.

I'll be delivering in a few weeks now and sure will be happy not to be carrying around this huge belly. Dad set up the guest room in the house as a nursery and everything is ready.

Things are good. Jerome did ask the doctor how long after I delivered could I get pregnant again. The doc said, "Well, after the delivery, her vagina is going to be pretty sore for a week or ten days, but as soon as she can have sex, there's no reason why she couldn't get pregnant again right away. Jerome smiled, looked at me, and winked. I guess my destiny is to spend a lot of time pregnant. I'm not sure I'm not OK with that.