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From: "Shon Richards" <shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "Those Who Can't Sleep" by Shon Richards (M/F, Oral, Poly, Rom)
Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2001 16:10:02 -0400
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	This sexual story is copyrighted by me, Shon Richards so please 
don't make any money from it.  I happily and some say deliriously read 
and enjoy fanmail.

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"Those Who Can't Sleep"
By Shon Richards

	Sleeping is a problem in our household.  I am a very light 
sleeper from years of working a night job.  Even though I no longer 
work nights, my body still gets confused and decides that four in the 
morning is lunch time. Diana is a very light sleeper; a loud wind 
outside her bedroom window can wake her up. Claire has issues from a 
previous relationship that often causes her to wake up in a cold sweat, 
ruining her sleep for the night. We can be a bloodshot group of cranky 
people some mornings.

	Last night was my turn to wake up in the darkness of the house.  
It can be an odd sensation when you know the house is filled with 
people who love you, but you have to leave them alone for their own 
good.  I went downstairs to the study as quietly as possible.  There 
are times when I think computer games were invented to give insomniacs 
something to do.

	I had been playing a city building game for an hour or so when a 
black scarf dropped around my eyes.  I jumped out of shock, but a 
tender stroking of my hair calmed me.  I've heard that burglars don't 
generally pet their victims.  I recognized the scarf as the good one we 
use for our sexual games.  I relaxed enough to play along in the spirit 
of the game, but my blood was rushing and my mind was reeling with 
curiosity.  Which of my lovers was behind me?

	Feather-light touches on my wrists are an established signal of 
ours, so I placed my hands on the arms of the chair and kept them 
there.  I had been wearing headphones for my game, and the music for 
the game stopped only to be replaced with the sounds of a rain forest--
a CD that Diana owned but Claire was fond of.  My eyes were blinded, my 
hands were in place, and my ears were occupied; I was no closer to a 
good guess.

	The chair is on wheels, so it was an easy thing to turn me around 
to face away from the desk.  A snap of my underwear made my mystery 
lover's intentions clear.  I lifted my bottom from the chair, and my 
lover's fingers pulled my underwear down and off.  More feather touches 
on my thighs told me to spread them.  My cock was pulsing with the 
direct simplicity of these activities.  My thoughts turned to Diana 
with her near violent approach to quickies, but I also thought of 
Claire and her love of control games.  A quick kiss on my lips both 
dazzled me and perplexed me further.  The kiss was so quick; it was 
just a meeting of lips.  I nearly moaned with frustration.  So sudden 
was the kiss, I didn't pay attention to the feeling of her hair that 
touched my face.  My arousal was too intense to let me think clearly.

	There was a moment of inactivity, followed by a slow fondling of 
my balls.  I threw my head back as sounds of the rain forest drowned 
out the sounds of my moans.  Oh, my lover was being smart tonight; her 
fingertips were touching and stroking my scrotum, preventing me from 
finding out how large her hands were.  I thought of Claire with her 
small hands and Diana with her Amazon fingers, and the thought of 
either of them between my thighs made me shiver.

	After a gentle period of stroking my balls, I felt her lips wrap 
around the base of my hard manhood.  I hissed between clenched teeth as 
she encircled the shaft of my cock like a flute player.  Her tongue 
stroked my cock as her lips slowly traveled up and down my length.  
Images leapt to my head of Diana, who started doing oral sex this way 
because she was wary of me cumming in her mouth.  I pictured her blonde 
hair and full lips as the mouth moved to the tip of my cock.  Briefly, 
the lips surrounded my tip, but then her mouth shifted to slide down my 
left side.  As I moaned, I remembered that Diana had taught Claire this 
technique as well. 

	Down her mouth slid, gripping my manhood with soft lips. Her
fingers returned to my balls, and my hands clenched around the arms of 
the chair.  It was so incomplete.  The tip of my cock would brush the 
outside of her cheek when she slid down, and that tangent touch was 
almost more erotic than the rapid flickering of her tongue on my skin.  
In this manner, her lips touched such a small portion of my cock at a 
time, leaving the rest to merely enjoy the wait of being licked.

	I knew my lover had to be feel my blood rushing through my 
cock.  She had to know how badly I needed more from her.  This mystery 
woman had to know by the way my shaft twitched in her mouth, that what 
I craved was to be engulfed by her lips.  After a long sensuous 
torture, I began to plead.

	"Please," I hissed, perhaps too loudly since all I could hear was 
the sounds of a jungle.

	My request was granted, and the head of my cock was sucked into 
her mouth.  My back arched and a greedy smile broke on my face.  Once, 
twice, three times I felt her tongue lick the tiny opening of my cock 
before dropping her mouth further.  So wonderfully slow, her mouth 
sucked down the length of my cock.  Inch by amazing inch, her lips 
descended, and my cock went further into the back of her throat.  When 
my entire cock was between her lips, her fingers stroked my balls in 
tight circles, almost as if calling on them to explode right now.

	Keeping the same slow speed, my lover's lips began to recede from 
my cock.  For an eternity of wonderful suction, my lover's mouth 
pulled at my cock as her lips rose.  The sounds of the forest echoed in 
my ears as my lover reached the end of my cock--only to begin again her 
slow journey back down.

I laughed nervously; I recognized this technique.  How many 
times had I slowly entered and withdrawn my cock with Claire and Diana?  
How many times did they beg and plead for me to fuck faster only to be 
answered with my stubborn smile?  Now my lover was getting her revenge 
as she worked on me with the same punishingly-slow pace. Her patient, 
leisurely speed meant I felt every vein of my cock as her lips brushed 
past them.  It meant I could feel my blood beat between her tight lips 
as my cock yearned to for release.  It meant my thighs were constantly 
shaking as her tongue pressed my cock to the rook of her mouth.  It 
meant that my body was not my own, and I was completely at the mercy of 
a lover whom I trusted with everything, even when I didn't know who she 
was.

She descended slowly and I thought of Diana.  Perhaps she was 
wearing one of her sports bras so I wouldn't feel her heavy breasts and
recognize her.

She descended slowly and I thought of Claire.  Perhaps she had 
bound her long red hair into a braid so I wouldn't recognize her by the 
touch of her silky hair on my thighs. 

	She rose slowly and I thought of Diana.  Perhaps her gray eyes 
were staring at me right now, looking at my face to see if I was as 
close as she suspected.

	She rose slowly and I thought of Claire.  Perhaps her hazel eyes 
were glowing with intensity, debating whether to just plunge me into 
her sex and forget the mystery.

	She descended slowly and I heard the click of a vibrator over the 
light sounds of CD. Her mouth shifted slightly, and I knew my lover was 
now pleasing herself as she pleasured me.  I saw Diana in my mind, 
sinking her toy into her blonde curls.

	She descended slowly and I saw Claire in my mind, her hairless 
sex surrounding the plastic of a substitute cock. I felt a slight moan 
through her lips.  She was as mad with desire as I, but the game 
continued. 

	She rose slowly, and my cock tensed with the coming of a climax.

	She rose slowly, and the base of my cock tingled with the slow 
rising of my seed.

	She descended slowly, and my manhood was unbearably sensitive as 
my cum tried to climb the length of my cock.

	She descended slowly, and my cock finally released its long 
awaited climax.  The build-up was slow, but the eruption was violent.  
My back pressed back against the chair and my hands clawed the 
armrests.  Although my lover's mouth froze in movement, my cock was 
convulsing in wild eruptions that coated her mouth, tongue and throat 
with evidence of my pleasure.

	Fingers wrapped around the base of my cock and slowly stroked me, 
encouraging the last of my cum into her lips.  I was beyond caring 
about guessing her identity.  I merely existed for my climax and I only 
thought of her again when she finally let my cock slip from her mouth.

	I sat and shuddered.  Nothing else happened as I slowly regained 
control of my body.  When I was confident that my knees could support 
my weight and the CD had reached the end of it's tracks, I took the 
blindfold from my eyes.  

I was alone.

	It would have been simple to go to the bedrooms and figure out 
which of my lovers was responsible.  But then, did it really matter?  

I decided to start breakfast for both of them.

The end.

	 

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