The Second Time Around, A short Story
Gay Male - Historical College
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I believe in reincarnation, because it happened to me. I was about 9 when I came to understand that the dreams I was having were not nightmares. They were quite enjoyable, and I was slowing seeing the dreams as a story; a story I kept to myself.
In my prior life I was a black female slave living sometime after the Civil War. Now, slave may not technically be the correct term given this was the late 1860s, but we worked and were treated like slaves and that is how I saw myself. The first memories for me back then was when I was about 13 and I was determined to be ready to breed. Someone, not sure who, said I had the hip for having children, and I lost my virginity. I can tell you it was not some boy, and certainly not a black one. I was prepared, meaning I was bathed and sent up to the house, and there one of the house slave took be down to the storm cellar where I waited. Mr. Lucas, the Master, whom I would come to know very well walked in, told me to undress, and took off his clothes also. He looked at me and said, "Girl, you are perfect". And I guess I was for he had me until we heard the rooster.
He left and I was allowed to bathe and I was fed. I took stock of myself: Already had breasts and a big ass by children's standards. And although I did not have hair on my pussy, there was a very thin layer of light brown fuzz that Mr. Lucas said was the softest thing he had ever touched. The first time Mr. Lucas did not rush. He did not just push my legs apart and enter me like my mother thought and had prepared me for. Instead, he kissed, and touched, and caressed, and licked, and fondled me until I was so wet between my legs and I could hear myself moan. I don't remember any pain associated with my hymen being broken, just an electrical type wave that went through me until I was left breathing hard, and I was covered with so much sweat that I gleamed. For his part Mr. Lucas said I was killing him, but he was smiling when he said it.
After that Mr. Lucas and I had sex every night, and on Sundays after dinner when his wife took a nap. We would go down to the river and lay a blanket on the grass. There I would scream and he would moan and grunt with no one around to hear us. Not that it mattered because everyone knew I being bred down by the water. What did matter was that every male was surprised how much I liked it. Having great sex with a white man, or any man, was not something female slaves were accustomed to. In fact, my momma warned me to be careful as Mrs. Lucas was unhappy about her husband liking me so much. Seems like Mr. Lucas no longer went to her bed, he slept like a baby, and was starting to ignore his responsibilities in general just because he wanted to spend more time with me. He also took the unprecedented step of letting it be known I was to be left alone with regard to sex with others, slaves or whites.
Mr. Lucas was feared, and obeyed by everyone, except for his twin sons. When the boys heard what a great fuck I was, they waited until Mr. Lucas left for the day and then took me into the barn and tag teamed me. I suppose you can imagine how many time two randy young men can fuck in a day. I took a lot of dick from them that day. When Mr. Lucas finally returned people avoided him because they knew he was about to explode. But he did not. Instead he chuckled and said he supposed his boys were now men and gave me to them. Guess he had his fill, or perhaps Mrs. Lucas was the reason.
Going from boy to manhood I forgot about the dreams and my life prior to my reincarnation. Until I got to Cleveland State and saw the twins. Immediately I remembered everything. The kicker is that I'm white, and the twins are black. But it was them. As I got to know them I began to tell them things about themselves that surprised them. Little things like their favorite food, and some not so little like how intimate their relationship to each other was. Embarrassing for them but true. They were shocked when I described their cocks in detail. How much hair they had on their balls, which way their cocks bent, the length and thickness; how much foreskin they had.
While the white twins in my prior life were aggressive about taking me, the twins at Cleveland State were tentative. We were out having beers, and they broached the subject by hinting they might be interested in doing something. I had no such hesitation. I remembered those fat dicks (I use to call one Beefy, and the other one Meaty), and could not wait to get my hands on them. Now here is another kicker: I wasn't gay, and neither were they. Prior to the night that the three of us went down to the river for the first time, I had never been with a man, black or white, and now here I was about to get fucked by two men. Two black men with really big dicks I was to put a fine point on it.
They were not only tentative, but also shy about it. When we got to an isolated place I was the one who had to undress them. Frankly, it was something I loved doing. Running my hands over their bodies while I play with their cock and I took off their clothes. They started getting hard. I began to lick them, and then they undressed me. They stood one in front of me and the other behind me and ran their hands over my body, rubbed themselves against me, and told me how I was going to get fucked good and hard. I loved it.
I blew one while the other one fucked me in the ass. Then after smoking a cigarette, I blew the other one while I rode his brother's cock to an orgasm. Mine and his. We fucked. Or should I say they fucked. They fucked me just has they had promised; good and hard. We had gone there about 11pm and left at 4am. Still dark, but just barely. I asked them if I was going to be fucked again, and they smiled and said of course.
I was getting fucked almost daily. I had a lab on Tuesday nights, and an early class on Wednesday, so that particular night was the only night I did not get fucked. And I got fucked most days too, I should add. And, of course lots of blowjobs. One of the twins would text me to meet him after class, or one of them would be waiting when I left my class. I could never say no to going down on them.
Isn't life ironic? In the 1860s I could never have refused the twins, not that I wanted to, and here we are in 2016 and I can never refuse the twins, not that I want to. There is something about a couple of fat dicks white or black that get me all horny; oh how I just got to have them the second time around.