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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)

***

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. 

***

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."

END

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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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