The Dream
My wife Rose and I had been married for nearly ten years. Not only were we husband
and wife but we were best friends. Childless, we spent all our free time together. I am a
self-employed computer programmer and technician so I can have free time any time I wish.
After ten years I believed I knew Rose as well as she knew herself. Little did I
know just how wrong I was. Rose developed some dental trouble and had to have dental
surgery. It was the aftermath of the surgery that I learned some things I hadn’t known
before. By the way, my name is Andy. We are known as Andy and Rose Hall.
The dentist prescribed some powerful pain medication for Rose and one night just
after her surgery she was feeling no pain and more than a little giddy from the
medication.
“Andy, do you believe in reincarnation?” she asked me as I got her ready for bed.
“No, I don’t think so,” I answered after pretending to give the question serious
consideration. “Do you?”
“I’m not sure,” she answered. “I’ve had a recurring dream that may be prompted by a
past life.”
“Really?” I said. “Can you tell me about the dream?”
“In the dream I am a single woman somewhere in Africa,” she said snuggling down in
the bed. “I think, based on the clothing, it’s sometime in the nineteenth century. In the
dream there was a native uprising and the settlement is under attack by a horde of black
natives. From the walkway on the wooden wall I see what appears to be thousands of them.
The fort is completely surrounded. The attackers were many and the defenders were few.
Maybe fifty men and about twenty of us women.” She fell silent for a few moments while
reliving the dream.
“The fighting had gone on for days and we were running low on food and on water,”
Rose continued. “Things were beginning to look desperate for us when a chief or some kind
of leader came out in plain sight and called-out for a talk with the white leaders. One of
our leaders went out to talk with him. They spoke for a few minutes and for some reason we
could plainly hear the conversation even thought they were some distance from the fort.
The native chief was an extremely tall man and built like an ebony god. Also strangely, he
spoke perfect English with a British accent.
“You will be out of food and water in a matter of hours,” the chief said, “Your
fort will fall into our hands within a matter of days. All of you will die at our hands
but only after my men enjoy your women.”
“Our representative insisted we had plenty of food and water and could hold out for
weeks if necessary until the troops could arrive. The big beautiful chief scoffed at this
and insisted he knew the truth.
“I will make you an attractive offer,” he said with the improbable British accent.
“Give me one of your young women and I’ll spare the lot of you.”
Our man said no, in no uncertain terms. He told the chief that they would fight to
the last man if necessary to protect the white women’s virtue. The tall chief scoffed at
the words.
“What about their virtue when we overrun the fort and we take all the women while
the surviving men are forced to watch? We will strip each of them naked and my men will
take turns fucking each of them over and over again. You men will listen while your naked
white women screech in passion as my men thrust their swollen cocks in your women’s
pussies. It should take several days and nights until all my men have been satisfied. What
is one woman compared to that orgy?”
Our leader came back and discussed it with all of us. Finally after much debate it
was decided that the women would draw straws to see who would be sacrificed to the
natives. I drew the short straw.” Rose smiled and settled down farther into the bed
cover.
“I cheated,” she said still smiling. “I broke my straw so that I was sure to have
the shortest. All the other cheered as I bravely walked out the gates to the waiting crowd
of native men. They waited with their penises hard and they waved them at me as I
approached the tall chief. The chief had the hardest and the longest cock of all the
natives. It was well over a foot long and as thick as my wrist. His cock was blacker than
the rest of his skin and it had a huge bilious head. I knew I should feel fear but I felt
none. All I felt was excitement. Adventure, excitement, and sexual excitement. Mostly
sexual arousal. I could feel the moisture in my pussy as I strolled towards him.”
“Him, because all the other men were forgotten. There was no other man in the world
except the tall ebony god that stood so proud. When I was standing before him he ran his
hands over my face and down over my shoulders. He slowly and sensuously removed my blouse
and when I was bare-breasted he removed my long skirt and underclothing until I was as
naked as he was. Then he took me. There, with every eye from the fort watching, he fucked
me long and hard for what seemed like an hour. When he thrust his massive cock in me all
the way, I could feel the tip hitting my cervix and each time it sent a thrill through my
entire body. I experienced several glorious orgasms from the hot fucking.”
“When he finally shot a final load of his cum in me he gathered me up in his arms
and took me away with all his men following us, leaving all my clothes behind,” Rose said
dreamily. “I was to become his village whore. I was to service every man who wanted some
white pussy. Over the course of time, I taught them the joy of oral sex. I sucked-off the
chief first and then every man in the village. I also showed them that a woman has another
hot tight hole for their stabbing spear. That was what I called their cocks. They seemed
to like butt-fucking me but not as much as fucking my cunt.”
“How long were you in the village?” I asked when she fell silent.
“Oh, a couple of years I guess,” she said drowsily. “It’s funny but with all that
cum in me I never got knocked-up.”
I told Rose that was indeed funny but she didn’t hear me. She had fallen into a
drug induced sleep with a smile on her beautiful face.
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