How does one share an experience that keeps you awake into the early morning hours? For what reason does this stranger suffer from insomnia and who really cares? Well, the reason for the insomnia is the tiny flicker of hope that all the right factors will once again fall into place. And once again I will enter into that place to which I have become hopelessly addicted. But first I must explain how it all began. It was the spring of '86 in the early morning hours when silence exaggerates every sound. Mesha had fallen asleep immediately after our romantic session as I had, but within the hour I was once again wide awake. My eyes could not help but marvel at her exquisite form as she lay there beside me. Being quite slim at five feet four inches and weighing one-hundred and eight pounds, she was none the less perfectly proportioned. As she lay there on her side that flawless little rump of hers begged to be stroked. Slowly not wanting to interrupt her rest I gently reached over and began to gently rub those firm inviting cheeks. Letting my hand drift down between those cheeks I could feel the cool moisture of our comingle love juices which had drained from that lovely little twat. Slowly I moved back up the crack of her cheeks feeling that tight little orifice to which I had been denied access. I began to tremble at the thoughts of what I was about to do. I guess it was the combination of the excitement of forbidden fruit and the fear of being caught. Slowly I began to slip a finger up that tight little hole of hers. At first it tightened as if to protest the intrusion. But then began to relax and allow entry of about one-half inch. At that point it felt really dry slow I slowly eased it back out. My heart was pounding so loudly that I could hear it as I reached over and put a small amount of lube on my finger. Once again I sent my finger on its expedition. Slowly spreading slickum on and into that little cave and them slowly inserting my finger until it ran into dryness. Then painstakingly drawing it out again. I repeated this process four or five times until I had the entire finger fully inserted. I marvelled at the contrast between the inch of tightness at the entry and the wide open space beyond. But what really made my rod raise to attention was how it sucked my finger in once it reached a certain point. Knowing now what I was going to do I began to spread more lube and spittle around that entry-way. Then slowly repeating the process which had eluded detection thus far, I began to work in two fingers. The first finger had no trouble be the second intruder was being resisted by that tight little ring. Ever so cautiously I began to press in and out. Gradually they began to slip in being tightly held by that dear little muscle. I mar veled at the combination of softness and tightness. Once again I reached the point where suction took over and buried both fin gers. Then slowly withdrew and reinserted them both. Whew, it felt good just to have that tightness around my fingers. As I withdrew my fingers the final time I began to tremble with anticipation. It seemed as if every sense had been turned up to full volume. I could her Mesha's low rymthmic breathing. I could smell her anal scent which surprisingly reminded me of some musk colognes. I could feel my heart pounding so loudly that I was afraid It would wake her up. My skin was crawling with excitement. Ah, but what is this? My trusty steed that just a moment ago was aching for a new adventure appeared to have fallen into a stupor. Get up you fucking dick! I said under my breath. Who could have pulled this deed and drugged you out at a time like this? I grabbed the tube of slickum and applied a liberal portion to the head of my sleeping trouser mouse. Slowly stroking him back to life I then eased up closer to his waiting target. Not yet fully restored I none the less eased him between those waiting cheeks. Slowly pushing ahead I felt him hit solid meat and come to a complete stop. Reaching down with my fingers I lined him up with his target and gently pushed ahead. I could feel the resistance at the entry way and then slowly he began to slide ahead. Inch by inch I could feel him slidding his way into that warm moist tunnel as my pulse began to quicken. It felt so good, that familiar tightness. Hmmm, too familiar, something is not right here. Reaching down my finger confirmed my suspicion. You dumb son-of-a-bitch, I swore at my cock. You went up her cunt. And just when I thought I had gotten on base. Slowly and holding my breath I eased my now rock hard rod back out. Once again I lubricated my steed and sent him back on his mission. Placing a finger at the bottom of his target, I plugged his head right to the center and slowly pushed down. Unable to get past my finger to return to his familiar barn, He made a right turn and headed directly toward our goal. Like a true champion on the day of a race he knows exactly what to do. His whole body begins a rapid spasmodic pulsing. In effect expanding his head to open the door then contracting down to slip forward ever so slightly. Within a few seconds he had his head completely in the door. I could feel the tight muscle wall wrapped around his neck. Pushing in and out very slightly he goes in another half inch before feeling dryness. Not wanting to withdraw, but not wanting to get stuck I slowly ease back out feeling that tight ring pull down toward me before turning lose suddenly. Mesha lets out a slight moan and at the edge of sleep utters an almost unperceptive uuun-aaa. I freeze not even drawing a breath. Petrified at the possibility of being caught. She draws a deep breath and stirs no more. For the next few minutes I lay there motionless. Then slowly I venture a finger back up the crack of her checks. She doesn't stir. Once again I must revive my trusty steed. Applying more lube and spittle the length of his body I once again take aim at her enlarged entry port. This time his head enters easily and I feel that tight little ring slide further down my shaft. With an exaggeratedly slow motion I begin to hunch her ass. As it gradually begins to relax I slowly push further in. It feels so good that my eyes roll back in my head and hanging out my tongue I drawl on the bed. I now have it half way in with the apex of thickness slotted directly in her pulsating sphincter. Each time I pull back I can feel it tighten down. I have to pulse my way back in inch by inch. I can feel her respond to each pulse with her own contrac tion. The effect is pure ecstasy. I fight back to urge to give that little love tunnel its just reward. First, it must swallow the entire sword. I feel the apex of my cock pass through her sphincter. From then on it was a free ride as that lovely ass sucked in the rest of my cock. What a contrast, feeling that tightness at the base while the rest of me basked in the warm softness of her deep ass. Just laying there and not even moving was pure bliss. But as much as I enjoyed just being there I knew that time was my worst enemy. At any minute she might awaken and I would be caught. I began to hunch her deep ass. As long as I took extremely short strokes her sphincter clung tightly to the apparent base of my cock. I say apparent because as every man knows there is always just a little bit more and I wanted her to have it all. I slowly moved her knees higher toward her chest with the top leg moved slightly higher. Her ass was now slightly canted upward with her top check out of the way. I now had complete access to to her inner most depths. Pressing ever deeper with each inward push I began to arch my back. One hand clasp securely on her shoulder while the other tightened in front of her thighs as if to say your not getting away. Deeper and deeper I pressed, arching my back so I could insert every micrometer possible. Even though I was taking extremely short and slow strokes time was running out. My swollen cock poised to fire its hot venom. It seemed to delay for a few delightful seconds longer than normal. Then spurted my hot cum in one big gush followed by several other small ones. I continued to slowly hump her rear for a few more seconds then stopped and lay quietly still fully inserted. Slowly I felt my cock shrinking and drawing back to me. After a few minutes I gave a gentle pull and it easily slipped out. I slowly got up from the bed went into the bathroom and clothed off. I then rinsed off the cloth with warm water and returned and gently cleaned her checks and rear entry port. What had only a short time ago been a finger tight little orifice was now a gapping wound into which I could easily insert three fingers. Finishing up I returned and snuggled up to her and quickly joined her in her dreams. For the next year and four months I continued these adven tures. At times I would try to allow her to share in these pleasures while she was awake. But the results were always the same. She couldn't relax enough to let me in so the attempts were too painful for her. Gradually she became aware of what I was doing. She would even occasionally make comments like "You Butt Fucker" and ask "Did you get your cookies off in my rear?" But that was all over a year ago. Now I can't even get to first base. I consider myself lucky just to get it in two to three inches. Does anyone out there have any ideas? I'm considering slipping her a 'Mickey` in her drink but don't know where to get the necessary ingredients. Or possibly something I could put in her cigarette to tran quilize her. Please help....I need some sleep.