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Archive name: identity.txt (FFF/M, nc, drugs, 1st)
Authors name: Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com)
Story title : Identity Crisis
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Identity Crisis (FFF/M, nc, drugs, 1st)
by Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com)
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A close friend of mine, trying to find his identity,
finds a bit more than he counted on. An Australian story,
by an aboriginal from the Kimberlies. This is a fair
dinkum story.
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I am an Australian. For all you Americans out there in
cyberland, that's a novelty. There may be a few
expressions here you're not familiar with, but I'm sure
you're smart enough to work them out.
I stand at 6' 7", and I'm a solidly built bloke, "built
like a brick outhouse" as the saying goes. I work as a
labourer, changing the linings on the ore crushing mills
on the gold mines that dot the outback of Australia. Most
of this is swinging a 14lb sledgehammer, and lifting the
lining peicers. This is heavy work, and as a result, most
of us on the crew are big, strong blokes.
I took some time off from work, and did the walk-about
thing. My reason was simple, I am of Aboriginal stock.
Although I have a fair skinned mother, and a European
father and easily pass as a white man I wanted to find my
people. You know, the black side of the family. So I
hitched into the Kimberly.
I got a lift as far as a town called Halls Creek. The
town was a hole. There's no other way to describe it. It
had a few Aboriginal camps around it, a small government
housing section. And then there was the shops, all three
of them, and the school. There was pub up the road from
the main town, and then nothing but miles and miles of
scrub.
I walked through town, bought some stores and walked out
of town again. I went a couple of hundred meters off the
road, and rolled out my swag. Kicked out the spinifex
grass (nasty prickly stuff) till I had a small clearing,
and lit a campfire, then I settled in to watch the sun
set. In the outback, this is a sight that can take your
breath away.
While I was sitting back, waiting for my billy to heat, I
heard the sound of a group of women passing. They sounded
drunk and from their speech, and that finger-nails-on-
blackboard quality of their voices, I could tell they
were aboriginal. True gins.
"Aaaayyy, look over 'ere girls, we got us a camper!" I
heard make their way toward me, their silhouettes stood
out against the sunset. I wasn't worried, they were only
women, partly drunk from their speech. As long as I
hadn't inadvertently camped on a sacred women's site, I
was safe.
"G-day," They reached my camp, and in the firelight now,
they looked to be three girls about twenty or so, one was
carrying a flagon of VO Port (standard drink for these
parts) and another carried a smaller bottle, with no
label.
"Hello ladies, want a cuppa?" I offered.
"Nah, we's got our own 'ere," the one with the flagon
said, waving the bottle at me, "You wan' some?"
"OK, sit down ay? Spend some time," I said. One of girls
grabbed a spare tin cup, and filled to the brim with
port.
"Look 'ere girls, we is civilized, we is got a cup, no
more this drinking from ta bottle like black fellas,
gotta use a cup now." They were joking with me, but
friendly enough.
The girls sat around in a semi circle, cross-legged,
facing me, the fire to one side of us, giving enough
light so I could see straight up their dresses. I could
see the light pink of their pussies by the firelight.
Their skin was a light brown, their hair blacker than
pitch.
"What you doing here, campin like a black fella? You
should be up there at the pub."
"I am black fella, my mum a Koori, why can't I camp
here?"
"You true? C'mere leme look." The taller of the three
leaned forward, and grabbed my shirt, dragging me closer
to her. She looked at my face over the firelight, then
let me go, and sat back. The girls whispered and giggled
among them selves, then quieted suddenly. The two other
girls nudging the taller one. She looked at me and spoke,
"You look like you might be a black fella, you can't stay
here if you ain't. We gotta know for sure."
"OK, but how you going to know that? I've got white skin,
how are you going to tell?"
"We gotta see your gundoo," the two others broke into a
giggling fit.
"You gotta see what?" I asked I had never heard that word
before, "What's a gundoo?"
The two girls each side of the tall one cracked up
laughing at this, rolling backwards onto the ground. I
noticed they were a beautiful brown all over, their bare
buttocks and thighs exposed as their dresses rode up from
the rolling around.
After a bit they gained a sort of control and sat up
again, and straightened their dresses. They weren't
embarrassed about what I had seen of their bodies.
"Your gundoo," the tall girl leaned forward, "Your cock,
man, your dick."
Puzzled and a little embarrassed, and a little turned on,
I asked, "Why do you have to see my gundoo?"
One of the other girls spoke now, "If you a real black
fella, you gundoo gunna show it."
I looked at them, each in turn, they were looking back at
me, we were measuring up each other, they were good
looking alright, and strongly built too.
"How?" I asked.
"If you a white fella, you gunna have a purple knob ain't
ya," it was a statement, not a question.
The cup had been refilled a few times now, it was passed
from one to the next, and I was feeling a bit heady, the
girls were tipsy, very tipsy. I wasn't too sure about
this.
"What if I don't show you my ah... gundoo?"
"We kick you off our land, we might get one of them
fellas over that way," she nodded her head to show
direction, "we get him to come spear you leg, that
traditional way"
"OK," I stood, opened my fly, and reached inside to
release my tackle. The three girls stood as one, and
launched themselves at me. They tackled me and pinned me
to the ground. They were quick, and deft in their
actions, I had my knees bent under me, and one girl sat
on my legs another had my arms twisted behind me, holding
me. The tall one stood in front of me.
"We gotta make sure, we ain't gunna hurt ya, just makin
sure bout ya." She knelt in front of me, and unbuckled my
belt, and unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down as
far as my position would allow. Then she slowly pulled my
jockey shorts down, exposing my cock to them all. I was
half hard, from looking up their dresses. Now the tall
girl reached into my pants and released my balls too, she
stroked my cock, making it stand to attention, against my
will.
"Oooohh Gundoo lumpah," the one sitting on my legs said.
"That means big cock," the girl handling me said, "You
gotta big cock all right, and you be right, you a black
fella, you gotta white skin but you be a black fella for
sure, and I want a white skin baby."
"You a Bubu," she said to me, "You never been cut, you're
people don't cut you? Or you not initiated?"
"What's that mean?" I asked. It was getting dammed
uncomfortable, being held down like this with my pants
down and my ass pressed against the rough ground.
"You get cut round here," she traced her finger round my
foreskin, "And then down here," she ran her fingernail
down the outside of my piss-tube, "And then you got a
burra, that make you a man." She finished.
"I don't have people, so I ain't initiated to no tribe, I
got no tribe," I told her.
"You gunna give me a white skinned baby, then we go away.
OK?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Unha, you get a spear in leg, for trying to run off with
us little black girls, the whole tribe gunna stick ya for
that one."
"You win," I said, hoping they would let me go, then I
would hightail it down the road, I didn't mind losing my
swag for getting out of this one.
"Jenny, mix em a drink," the tall girl ordered. Jenny,
the girl on my legs got up and walked off over to the
flagon. She poured some port in to the cup, and a splash
from the smaller bottle. She bought it back and held it
to my lips, "Drink it, then we let you up," Jenny said,
tipping the cup. "Don't spill none."
I swallowed it down, it didn't taste any different, the
girl behind me held on for another couple seconds, then
let me go. But when I went to stand up, my legs tangled,
and I fell down.
"Put him on his swag girls, he gunna make me a white
skinned baby." It was the tall girl, "He gunna make us
all white skinned babies, if youse want 'em."
They picked me up, as if I was a lightweight, I had no
strength in my muscles, I couldn't fight them. I was
carried to my swag and laid down on my back. My clothes
were totally removed, and to my surprise, folded in a
neat pile next to us.
I tried to speak, but I couldn't, the most I could do was
roll my head from side to side. I felt my cock being
stroked again, I glanced down, and there was the tall
girl, straddling me, stroking me, making me bigger than
I'd ever had been before.
"Gundoo lumpa," she whispered, then she moved forwards on
her knees, spread her skirt over my waist, and reached
under herself. I felt her rubbing my cock on pussy,
through her pubic hair, then she guided me in.
It was a difficult thing for me. I didn't really want
this, I was staying celibate for my girl friend, and here
I was, a female I don't even know was taking that from
me.
My mind screamed NO, but my body betrayed me. A man can't
help it when he is stimulated, his body responds,
whatever his mind says. These girls seemed to know this.
One of them was taking advantage of it right now. She was
tight, and she slid herself up and down on my pole,
working me into her slit, until our pubic hair met. Then
she started to lift herself up till I nearly popped out
of her, and then she slammed herself down again on me.
She didn't look at me, she looked into the flames of the
fire and she kept her thrusting up until I ejaculated. I
didn't spurt in jets like when I jack off. No, I shot one
long, long spurt. Then I finished.
Expecting to go limp, I groaned and tried to pull away.
This had been a major humiliation and I was glad it was
over. But I didn't go limp. And she didn't stop, or slow,
or anything. She was very, very wet now and there were
squelching noises coming from under her dress when she
changed strokes, in and out.
The sensations of her body on top of mine were too much
for my. My mind was still revolted at being used against
my will, but my body doing its thing, ejaculated again,
again one long squirt of semen. The tall girl shoved down
onto me hard, grinding painfully into my groin, I thought
my dick would kink in two she pushed down so hard trying
to force all of my sperm into her womb.
"C'mon, my turn now, don't use him all up!" The girl
named Jenny spoke. She saw her friend climax. Now she
wants her turn.
The tall girl lifted herself off me, my dick springing
back against my belly with a wet sloppy sound, still hard
as a rock. I felt her dripping fluid on me from between
her legs.
She stepped aside, walked over toward the fire and lay on
her back, her hips slightly raised. Her dress scrunched
up under her as a pillow, her profile was visible to me,
her dark bush sticking out proudly, glistening with our
combined fluids.
Now Jenny hiked up her dress and stepped astride me,
squatting over me. She reached down and grasped my dick,
it was still as hard as it had been before this all
started. She looked over to her friend, still sitting in
the dirt cross-legged, her skirt bunched up over her
hips, her legs totally bare. "This ere is one big fella,
you wait till you get em, he gunna stretch yeah!"
I should have been flattered, but I felt nauseated, dirty
and used, this should not be happening, I was being gang
raped by girls, who the hell would believe this? I
wondered vaguely.
I felt my dick being guided between Jenny's thighs and
into her slit. She was hotter and tighter than her tall
friend if that was possible. She was rougher too, forcing
herself onto me hard, only the generous amount of fluids
left by her friend allowed a relatively pain free entry
into her, my whole cock felt squeezed.
Jenny wasted no time in starting her own motions. She
lifted herself up, then slowly, oh so slowly, she lowered
herself. Due to my being used twice before, it took
longer this time before I ejaculated into Jenny, she was
truly tired when she felt come in her. I didn't want to
admit it, but she had felt very nice and my come had been
as good as any I'd ever had before.
She looked into my face, "You a real man, you are, I
never had one this big, or a man who could last this
long. I want you to give me a white baby." She leaned
forward, and opening her dress and pressed her breasts,
one at a time into my slack mouth. "Your baby be sucking
on these, I gunna look afta him good."
Finally she got off me. My cock slid out of her, with
relief, the pressure of her body above me was gone.
"Come on Bubby, your turn. He be a good one to start on.
You gunna love him in you," Jenny called to her friend.
She looked down at me, "You fill my lil sista good now,
we wanna have good lookin white skinned babies from you."
Bubby came over looking a little hesitant. Jenny walked
over to the fire and lay down next to the tall girl and
also scrunched her dress under her buttocks. She left her
breasts exposed and turned her head toward me and when
she saw the questioning look on my face, she explained
what they were doing, "Gotta help your push your seed up
inside so's it do its job, don't want to let it get
wasted now does we?"
I looked up as Bubby stood astride me grasped the hem of
her dress. She lifted it over her head leaving herself
totally naked. I was totally surprised, she was
beautiful, her skin the colour of coffee. Her lovely
breasts sitting proudly out from her chest, her dark
nipples erect.
I watched fascinated as she lowered herself onto me,
guiding me into her with her small hand.
She gasped as I entered her, she was tighter than either
of the other girls. Then she stopped for a moment. I felt
an obstruction inside her stopping my entry into her. She
looked into my face, as if looking for something there
that she should be able to read. Then she lifted herself
up a bit more, then dropped her whole weight onto me.
I watched as her face screwed up in pain, I also felt
some pain as I tore through her thick hymen. It nearly
kinked my dick for the second time that night.
The young girl held her body still with me fully wedged
inside her. Then Jenny came up behind her, and squatted
on my legs. Behind her sister she wrapped her arms around
her, hugging her, whispering in her ear. Bubby nodded,
and Jenny stopped hugging her sister and started to
caress her breasts, toying with her nipples, weighing
them in her hands, stroking her fingers across their
surfaces.
It was something to see. Then Buddy started to grind on
my dick, small, tentative movements at first, slowly
getting bigger. Then, with Jenny's help, she started
stroking up and down on me. Jenny's hands stroked their
way across Bubby's stomach, down into her bush, stroking
her clit, feeling my cock as Bubby slid up and down on
it, stimulating the young girl, and me at the same time.
It wasn't long before Bubby climaxed, a beautiful thing
to see, a virgin girl, on her first man, lovingly
assisted by her sister, gripped with the throws of
orgasm. The sight of it was too much for me, I orgasmed
myself, and with that orgasm, I regained a bit of control
of my body. I could use my muscles a little bit. The tall
girl was standing now, watching the two on top of me. She
was naked now also.
"Good, isn't he?" she asked, as if I was a wine, a
vintage to be savored or something. "I want some more."
The two girls got up from on top of me, Bubby, had to be
assisted by Jenny, her legs were wobbly, and there was a
small amount of blood at her crotch. She gaped open
there, as if truly stretched, and my semen started to
leak out of her gaping sex as she walked away, hugging
her sister. She had tears running down her face as she
moved away from me and sat down. Jenny softly talking to
her, reassuring her.
I watched as the tall girl straddled me again. I winced
as she gripped my dick, stroking it a couple of times
before guiding it to her entrance again.
"You a bit tender now?" She asked, not quite a caring
note in her voice. I nodded affirmation, my eyes
squinting as she drove down on me again. She was not as
tight as the other two, but enough to hurt abused member.
"What's up, you never had sex before?" she asked with a
smile.
I shook my head no. She stopped her motion.
"True?" She asked in disbelief, her pearl white teeth
flashed in the firelight. "You serious, you never done
this before?"
I shook my head again and managed to say, "I am, I was a
virgin."
"Well, I better make this one nice for you then." The
tone of her voice changed, and she started to move again,
gently now, and she used her internal muscles to massage
my dick, gently now, she slid up and down, working with a
magic I'd never felt before. I have to say, I've never
felt it since either.
I had another orgasm, a real one this time, not a mere
shooting of seed, but a true honest-to-god mind blowing
one. She just kept milking me with he muscles, squeezing
my between her thighs, draining me completely.
When she was finished herself, she looked at me and
studied my face, then started to speak, "You a stranger
here, no family, and you gotta white skin. I gave you a
drink, our maubin give it to me, to find a good man for
Jenny's bub. It was her first time too, and she still
getting over it. You a good man." She said again
squeezing me again with her muscular thighs.
Then she slowly rose up off me and said, "This drink we
give you make you hard all night but you can't move, and
we going to ride you all night too. Mornin come, you be
right, you gunna be sore there, she pointed to my still
stiff dick. We gunna have empty you're balls, but we
gunna give you a night like you never had before. We
gunna sex you out, and you never gunna be happy if you
end up with one them white skinned girls, they just not
like us."
She looked at the other two girls, "Bubby, you want to
have another go?" she asked, "I've finished, it was his
first time too, you should have another go, have fun with
him."
Bubby walked over, and stood astride me looking down at
me. "True? This your first time too?" She asked, definite
warmth in her voice I nodded.
"Me too, I wanna do it again." She lowered herself onto
me, and slid me inside her. She was still well lubed from
our last time together, and she started to move in a
fucking rhythm with enthusiasm. Jenny looking at her with
teeth gleaming as she smiled in pride at her little
sister, doing it on her own.
I enjoyed Bubby, when she used me this time, it was
different than before. Jenny was next after Bubby, a much
more gentle Jenny now, and she made me orgasm again, I
was getting some use of my muscles back now, enough so
that I could move my fingers, The tall girl noticed this,
and told Jenny,
"One more ride, then we gotta go, his body's waking up
now, funs ova girls, he gunna need some sleep soon, his
balls are dry now anyway."
She was right, the last orgasm I had, I don't think I
shot anything. Jenny rode me to a final climax then
dismounted. They produced a wash cloth from my gear, and
washed me down, and left me to lie there on my own swag,
well used, with my still erect and very sore dick laying
on my stomach throbbing, it was level with my
bellybutton, its one eye looking at me accusingly.
I slept.
I awoke a few hours later, with the dawn. I could move
again. I dressed, gingerly, it felt as if the skin had
been worn off my cock. At least it was soft again and fit
in my pants again. My jocks hurt me with each movement I
made. My balls ached as never before too. But the rest of
me felt awesome, as if I had somehow been rejuvenated.
I walked away from my camp, and took a leak, looking
around the scrub as I did so to make sure no one else was
near. I returned to my gear, packed up camp and walked
slowly to the road to hitch a lift.
The first vehicle passing stopped, it was a land cruiser.
I threw my gear into the back and climbed into the cab.
"Wassa matta mate?" asked the driver, "You look like you
been kicked in the balls or somethin."
I nodded, it was close enough.
"You gotta be more careful mate stoppin out here, if the
blacks don't beat you up, their women will near on rape
ya!"
I look across at him, and nodded, "Yeah, I heard somethin
like that."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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