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 Archive; 'Awake.txt', Part 1{Aussie_Bunyip}(MF,)[1!1] Title: 'Awake' Date:
2001.2.10 From: Aussie_Bunyip
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==== 'Awake' by Aussie_Bunyip

   One lazy afternoon, many years ago now, I was laying back on the couch
on my porch enjoying what breeze there was on such a hot summers day.  My
wife was the lucky one having gone to her mother's in the city for a week.
She had missed our little heat wave.  It was so hot that I chose to dress
casually, very casually.  I had an old tattered blue work singlet and some
very short loose shorts, and nothing else.

   I watched as two solitary figures trod up our driveway from the road
that we could barely see from our home.  I wouldn't even walk that far
today to check the mailbox.  As they neared I could see that there was an
older woman, who appeared to be in her late 50's to be polite, but perhaps
impolite as she might have been much younger, and a teenage'ish girl,
perhaps twenty at most.

   They carried their black satchels in one hand and held a magazine in the
other.  Damn, I even had a sign on the gate "No Religious Hawkers" which
they obviously didn't see, or didn't comprehend.  Well it has been my
policy over the past few years to not engage in religious debate, having
been told by my wife to stop bating the religious nuts, but these two might
just give me a chance to see if I still had it.

   You see my wife is a bit religious and for her sake I stopped trying to
convert religious doorknockers to atheism when we married.  Before that I
had studied philosophy and was the captain of the university debating team
for two years.  My team had even debated the topic "Is there a God" with
the local Catholic University team and won, and two of the judges were
priests!

   Well I hadn't had a lot of entertainment for a while, so I watched as
they approached the house yard and whistled the dog to get into his kennel.
He looked up at me from his large hollow log under the old willow tree as
if to say "You think I'm going to chase them in this heat?" and he lay down
again.  He's a good watchdog that one, as long as you let him know when to
bark.

   They made it to the varandah and I invited them into the shade, but
before I could offer them a cold drink the older one started her
well-practiced spiel.  I let her get it off her chest without acknowledging
any of her comments.  I played a poker face to her and I could see the
younger one beginning to smile from behind her.

   I really felt like smiling back at her pretty young face, but that
wouldn't suit my plan at the moment.  Anyway the older was beginning to run
out of puff and hadn't yet gotten me to agree with any of her comments so
she tried asking direct questions of me.

   "Do you believe in God?" she asked with a strained smile.  The heat was
getting to her and her face was red from the walk.

   "Who's God?" I asked turning the situation around.

   "Why THE GOD!" she said emphatically.

   "Oh, THE Greek Gods, THE Roman Gods, Buddha, Mohamid, Ala, Ra, the Mayan
Sun God, Gaea the mother Earth; Yarwae, which God is the real one to you?"

   "Yess...Ah Yes of course.  God is God of everybody whether they believe
or not." she stammered while fanning her face with the magazine she was
holding.

   "Oh, I see, then I don't have to believe then do I?" I interrupted as
she gasped a breath, as I relaxed back into my lounge, and sipped my drink.

   Now a little flustered, probably having not been debated on the topic
before, she became more persistent and padantic.  "We must believe in a
God," she said "The bible tells us..."

   "Do you believe in the bible?" I interjected once more.  I know it is
rude but I have the home ground advantage here.

   "Of course, it's word is truth." she said hastily recognising that I
might interject again.

   I did before she could start another sentance.  "Show me your bible." I
said and as she dug it out I continued on "I imagine that is is a very old
book."

   "Oh no..." she said "My husband gave this to me just last year on my
birthday."

   "Is it written in Hebrew then?" I asked.

   "No, it is in English of course.  The bible is translated into every
language on Earth." she said with a strained smile.  The girl behind her
was watching our volley with interest like a spectator at a tennis match.

   "...and you believe in it's every word?" I asked.

   "The bible is the truth and you must believe in it's every word.  It was
written two thousand years ago." came the response.

   "Parts of it were," I said "but some of it is more recent, isn't it?"

   "Well, ah, some was written..."

   "After Jesus was crucified." I finished for her.  "Yes but what I mean
is that it has been translated many times and every translation would have
written what they wanted it to say, not what it originally said.  In fact
Genesis was the last bit written and it didn't even appear in early bibles
did it?"

   "Oh yes but our bible has been translated from the original version as
researched by our own church." she said with a grin through her ever
reddening face.

   "So you follow the word of the bible exactly and to the letter" I said.

   "Yes..."

   "So you believe in human sacrifice?" I asked.

   "That's not in the bible!!!" she spat out emphatically.

   "Oh so your researchers took that bit out then, so yours is a
propagander version."

   "I, uh, ah...YOU.." At that moment her face reddened so badly that I
became frightened.  Her eyes rolled back and she sagged at the knees and
dropped her bible.  Recognising that she was in trouble, I quickly got up
from the lounge and caught her as she fainted.

   Well my debates weren't usually that effective.  The young girl helped
me get her to the lounge and we laid her out, well, down.  I ran inside and
got some iced water and a hand towel.  When I got back the young one was on
her knees praying for the older one.

   I looked at the woman with the red neck and face, and felt her
temperature.  It was through he roof.  I started to undo her clothing and
the young girl protested.  "Look, if I don't get her temperature down she
could die." I said standing there almost bare chested and in short pants
myself.  What I had not noticed was that parts of my anatomy had been
peering out at the young girl as I was laying back enjoying my cold drink
since they had arrived.

   "It's too damn hot to argue and too hot for what she is wearing." With
that I removed her coat, undid her dress that was buttoned right down the
front and lay it open for the air to get to her skin.  What I could see of
her was red from head to toe.

   She wore a thick one piece corsette that went from her breasts to her
hips.  Under that were thick cotton bloomers and she even wore thick
stockings.  It wasn't sexy but was common back then, especially on mature
religious women.  I said to the girl "These will kill her in this heat.  Do
you want to take them off or shall I?" She didn't answer so I went ahead
anyway.

   I lifted her limp body up peeled off her corsette allowing her full
breasts to fall free.  Her stockings rolled off next as I contemplated her
thick panties.  I smiled to myself but thought the better of it.  I fed a
bit of cold water to her but she remained limp.

   Taking the cloth, I wet it with the ice water and washed her body down
causing her nipples to become erect as I cooled her jugs down.  Her colour
was improving as I washed her legs and arms down as well.  Washing her
breasts once more I found myself stiffening but quickly adjusted my cock so
the young girl should not have seen my reaction.

   To be sure, I looked over at her and found her suddenly standing naked
except for her panties.  "I feel much better now." she said as I focused on
her perfect young and perky breasts.  "Would you please wash me as well?"
she requested as she came over to me, my "adjusted" cock peered up at her
as it still hung out of the leg of my pants.  I wasn't wearing underwear
but she was too close now to see it.

   I washed her back with the chilly water and she responded with an
encouraging moan and two nice hard nipples on her perky small breasts.  I
wished for the chance to make her moan with me inside her.  While I was
there I washed the backs of her legs and then the front of her thighs.

   On my haunches, I was at eye level with her pussy and could see a
decidedly wet patch between her legs as I washed her.  I could smell her
pussy weeping it's juices from two feet away.  I tried not to stare as I
moved to wash her belly with the dripping wet, cold cloth.  As soon as I
touched her the water ran down over and into her panties.  She shuddered
and parted her legs, and by the time I looked down her pee was spilling all
over the porch.

   She gave a short startled squeal, more shock than anything else, and
covered her mouth with her hands.  She simply looked totally shocked at her
own actions.  She couldn't stop peeing for quite a long time as she kept
shifting her feet to avoid standing in her own pee.  It didn't seem to
matter that it was running down her legs as well.

   I have to say that my cock immediately grew mush harder as I watched and
listened to her pee spattering on the old wooden floor.  I just stood there
watching her with a hardon that could no longer be hidden.  It was out of
the leg of my shorts and had managed to stand up as if wanting to see what
was going on.

   As soon as she stopped peeing, she stepped out of her panties and kicked
them off the porch into the bushes.  She stood there quite naked, still
with her hands over her mouth, apologising to me for messing up the porch.

   Then she spotted my erection.  "Oh my God!" she said as she stared at
the mongrel that escaped my shorts.  "Isn't that uncomfortable?" I reached
down and adjusted it once more to try to make it comfortable, but all I
could do was pull my shorts well to one side so that the animal in me stood
straight up, at attention, it's head well above my navel.  I have to
confess that I am quite proud of it.

   Her eyes were wide open and her hands were still over her mouth as she
reviewed my body and particularly my erection.  Wendy, as I learned her
name to be, came over to me and dropped to her knees in front of my cock
just staring at it.  I looked down over her long brown hair, and her perky
breasts to her dainty bush below.  "You can touch it if you want." I
assured her.

   She gently touched my cock with her finger tips, exploring it's shape
and size.  Her fingers followed it's features and as a nail caught on the
sensitive skin underneath it gave a jerk and she pulled her hand away.  "It
won't bite." I told her "Kiss it or lick it if you like.  Perhaps you might
take it into your mouth."

   Her eyes opened wider as she followed my every word.  Her tongue poked
out as she got closer to it and she closed her eyes just as her tongue
touched the head of my rampant cock.  She licked it up and down and kissed
it on the head every time.  A drop of pre-cum spilled from the tip just as
she went to kiss it and she backed off for a moment.  "It's all right." I
said "It always does that when somebody is kind to it.  Does it taste nice
to you?"

   She looked back at my cock and said "Mmmm" as she took the head of my
cock into her mouth and sucked gently on it.  I stood like a statue not
game to move in case I frightened her off.  She sucked cock like a
champion. I am sure that had I let her she would have sucked me to an
explosion that she was not expecting.  I would have shot my load into her
mouth or perhaps all over her face.

   I would like to do so but wanted to explore her body closer first. 
Pulling away I took her to the lounge chair next to her unconscious older
friend, who was now resting quite relaxed, and sat her down.

   I pulled her legs to the edge of the lounge and knelt between them
opening her up as I approached.  She watched with a litle trepidation until
my tongue touched her belly.  Her legs spread instinctively.  Her knees
raised up and she threw a leg over each of the padded arms of the lounge.
Before me was an open invitation of the most personal kind.

   Her soft brown pubes were still quite scarce and barely covered her mons
with a narrow strip running down each lip.  Barely any hair was to be found
on her inner legs and just a tuft around her soft pink anus.  Pink folds of
skin hung like a hood over her clitoris that wasn't evident as yet.  Within
the folds she was wet with clear syrupy juices.

   Her vagina was wide open and her urethra was open just at the upper edge
of her vagina.  Below, the opening to her pussy hole was very wet, very
syrupy with her juices.  I touched her first with my tongue licking her
from her pussy hole up towards the top of her little hood.  As I reached
her clitoris I found it to be a good half inch long and as round as my
little finger.  I had to see this so I parted her with my fingers holding
the hood back, looked at it's magnificence.

   What I saw was a wonderful small appendage, like a little cock.  As I
looked at it thought it was rising up and straight away I went down on it,
taking it between my lips and sucking it into my mouth.  Her legs opened
and shut as I sucked on her special appendage.

   Pretty soon my fingers were in her hole and as my thumb rubbed her anus
she was convulsing and wreathing, and she moaned "Oh God, Oh yes, Uh, Uh,
Oooh Yeesss." With my fingers still in her hole I looked up at her sweet
face.  I kept rubbing her anus and fingering her hole until she had settled
in a blissful relaxed pose.

   My cock by now was urging me to plant it's seed within her.  How could
I? How could I not?  I gave her a big kiss to get her attention and asked
her if she wanted sex.  "Didn't we just have sex?" she said "What you mean
that there is more?"

   "If you want it?" I asked.

   "Oooohh Yes, give me more." she said as I lined up and touched the head
of my cock into the entrance of her hot pussy hole.  Pressing it home was
easy as she was so well lubricated.  I pressed into her gently and rode it
right up to the hilt as she spread again and took me into her.  Her hands
went around my waist and held me there.  "Again?" she asked.

   I pulled back and squeezed into her again this time she was a little
tighter as her pussy muscles gripped on to me.  "Oooh again and again?" she
begged as I started thrusting in earnest.  Harder and faster, deeper,
stronger, hold me, yes, tighter now as I thrust my hot cock into her hot
little hole.

   Her legs wrapped around me and she tried to lift herself up to hug me. I
helped her until I was thrusting into her on the edge of the sofa, her arms
and legs wrapped tightly around me and her face beside mine.  She was
moaning into my ear when she reached her orgasm and screamed, and again and
again.  Her shrill voice nearly deafened me as I thrust harder and harder
nearing my own event.  I squeezed her arse cheeks and pulled them onto me
tightly, probably leaving bruises on her bum.

   As my cock exploded it's hot juices into her pussy she tightened on me
again and screamed long and hard before biting me on the neck.  I came
spurt after spurt into her shuddering with every hot spurt.  When I was
spent we both relaxed in each others arms, hugging and clinging to the
sensations.  She whimpered into my ear.  In a broken voice she said "Oohh
...  that was ...  soooo good.  So much, so much fun, feelings, tingles, Oh
God that was good." and she hugged me very tightly as my deflating cock
peeled out from her slippery hole.

   I heard the woman on the lounge stir and looked over.  "Shit" I thought
to myself as I freed myself from Wendy and pushed her back onto the sofa. I
stood and adjusted my cock back into my shorts.  Not that it would be very
convincing as I had slippery pussy juices all over my shorts that glistened
in the sunlight.  I looked around with no idea what I was going to do or
say when she arose.

   Wendy got up and grabbed her dress which she earlier hastily slipped off
her shoulders.  She tucked her bra into her satchel and slipped her shoes
back on.  The woman continued to stir but was not yet awake.  I knew that
if I tried to dress her now she would awaken for sure.  Wendy continued to
straighten herself out, brushing her hair and tugging her dress into place.

   We looked at each other and Wendy suddenly gleamed at me as an idea came
to her.  She quickly dipped the cloth in the cold water again and wrung it
out over the woman's thick cotton panties, right over her pussy.  Almost
straight away the old woman burst her bladder, peeing from her wretched old
crotch, filling her panties, leeking first from her leg openings and then
through the material itself.  She awoke with such a start as Wendy disposed
of the cloth.

   "Oh good, you're awake!" beamed Wendy, holding the woman's stockings in
her hands, "My, my, you had us worried when you lost control of your
bladder and passed out like that.  Are you feeling better?" I smiled at the
performance and turned my back as if to protect her dignity, when really I
had to hide my face to avoid her seeing my expression.  The confused woman
covered her chest and stumbled for words.

   "Shall I call an ambulance, or is there another number you want me to
call?" I asked.

   Still fumbling for words the woman asked to use my bathroom to tidy up.
Wendy followed her with the woman's clothes bundled in her hands as I gave
directions to the bathroom.

   On her return Wendy gave me a great big hug and kiss before hastily
refitting her bra.  She either forgot or didn't want ker knickers back and
I kept them as a trophy hoping that one day Wendy might return for them. 
Hell, I'd even like another crack at that old woman, in debate that is!