In one of her stories I saw her bent over my knee, pleading for me to not to hurt her, yet she relished each smack of my hand on her full, ripe, womanly ass cheek. But, in a distant corner, somewhat out of focus, the image of her with her best friend in a sensual 69 position, legs splayed wide, and youthful mounds pressing hard against eager tongues titillated my fancy. Closer yet, on a wide screen, the eye of a straining cock seeking her lustful, wet, near virginal pussy heated further my simmering anxiousness to fuck her hard and long.

Thud-thump-thud-thump-thud-thump echoed largely within my room, dimming with dusk’s call to the mysticism of the moon’s net of eroticism. Rational thought was futile while her fervent lust to give and receive pleasure ruled over my soul. From the front room, my clock chimed the hour as I found enough presence of mind to realize more than an hour had passed. I tasted the saltiness of small beads of sweat sliding through the matted hairs of my moustache. Never blessed with a photo image of my sweet lover, my mind sought an identity to match that which I knew of her. I did not want to view an image on my PC, so I dug through my mind’s past, finally finding that of Ann, who is my fondest lover, who shared the conjugal spell of Eros and Psyche in my youth.

I chuckled that her name was that of a character in one my cyber lover’s stories. Then, I fell into a schism of conflict for a moment. Whose sweet, succulent pussy was my face buried against in the depths of my mind? Feeling my nipple with one hand while the other strained to guide the wide, rigid length of my cock with the smooth silk of my kimono robe, I felt an odd, wonderful sensation. A hot, soft damp feeling rose along my cock with each sure stroke like an experienced, mature tongue I was familiar with. As quickly as it came, it left, becoming an exhilarating, tight, slithering gripping feeling only a more youthful, virginal, sweet pussy possessed. Battling which to succumb to, I did not realize Ann’s image dissipated. Now, my mind’s image was completely consumed by two round, firm breasts bouncing upward then downward before me while my cyber lover overshadowed the passing memory.

My cock now was glistening with the nectar of this goddess of lust. Her song filled my room with each of her thrusts upon my rigid, hot, blood-engorged cock, stretching deep within her tight, gripping cave of lust.

Faster and faster my hand pumped while this image filled my widening mind. My fantasy of her fucking me hard and me fucking her hard consumed my rational mind.

Hearing my low, moaning grunts as I stretched my dick’s skin tighter and tighter with each stroke, I could hear her feminine whimpers slip past her supple, luscious, glossy, painted lips.

My fist fell hard upon my balls, reminding me of them slapping against the round ass of my lover bent before me with her outstretched hand pressed hard against a wall. Slap, slap, slap, echoed obscurely, as if we may be in an alley behind a pub in