Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2016 21:30:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: Las Vegas <lvnv2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Second Time Around

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.