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By Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com)


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-onblackboard 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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