I was once again in the security of my home and the warmth of my
bedroom when I decided to lay down and reminisce about days gone by. 
God, I'd been so lucky to be able, and capable, of so many warm and
romantic days and evenings before; some warmer than others, of course. 
I remember, oh so well: Irene, Cathy, Linda, Gina, Liz... Liz.  "Oh man,
Liz!  That petite, fresh nymphet that made so many nights fly by", I
thought to myself as I reached down and grabbed my cock for the thought
of her.  I felt a rush of blood and a tinge of nerve shoot to my member
as I continued in my visualization of Liz.

She was tiny, about 4'11" and eighty-some-odd pounds, and as
vivacious as you could get.  Her frizzy, black hair surrounding her cute
little face with dark eyes reminded me of a harem girl waiting for her
master to beckon her for a night of pleasures.  Her pert, firm breasts
touted continuously erect nipples, as if always in a state of excitement. 
She always used to wear Danskin tops that made men constantly notice her
for her small, beautifully sculptured torso and, of course, tight jeans
that completed the sloping curves of her perfect, petite form.

My mind became crystal clear and my imagery of her was complete. I
saw her nakedness and anxious attitude at one time.  An overwhelming
combination of vision and feeling overtook me and my hand moved easily
about my now stiffened cock.  I remembered the feeling of being in her
and the beckoning from her for more.  She reminded me of a rabbit;
hopping around for the most advantageous position for penetration.  My
hand surrounded my engorged member and slowly, softly moved upon it's
length.  I opened my hand so the flat of my palm pressed upon the silky
skin.  I moved my hand up and down and side to side causing the blood
that filled my dick to pulse and course through the large veins that now
bulged around the exterior of my love machine.  I again glimpsed a
picture of Liz laying spread-eagled on a bed, calling me to come to her
and fill her cunt with my hungry cock.  She was stroking herself between
her thighs with open hands, spreading her lips and showing me the pink,
warm spot of her, and my, desire.

I rubbed my index finger on the head of my dick and played with the
little hole in it's apex.  I circled my fingers around the shaft and with
long, deliberate strokes, watched myself pull and push the loose skin of
it's length.  I felt the hardness within me all the way to the base of my
ass.  I then pinched the pink foreskin of my prick and rolled it between
my fingers.  It felt so good.

Another picture of Liz appeared in my head.  She was rolling my cock in her mouth, manipulating it with her tongue to rub on the insides of
her cheeks.  I grabbed myself hard and allowed the memory of her warm,
moist mouth to play with me.  With my other hand I gently massaged my
balls and allowed my fingers to play with the hairs surrounding them.  I
pushed my finger between the sensitive egg-shapes and tickled the lowest
portions of my erection.  My leg muscles tightened and strained as they
held my hips up off the bed and then they relaxed permitting my ass to
gently sit down on the bed.

Again, a vision appeared.  This time of me standing on a bed holding
Liz' hips up to mine with my shaft plunged deeply into her.  I could hear
her moan and sigh with pleasure; our bodies straining and sweating in the
heat of the moment.  As I pictured myself letting her body slide down my
rock-hard pole, I could see the glistening traces of her juices on the
bumpy shaft of my cock.  I could feel the tightness of her cunt grabbing
at me as the head almost came out of her.  I held her there for a second,
teasing her with the tip of my tittalator before ramming it's full length
into her hot, dripping cavern and pulling her ass up hard to meet my
attack.  "Oh", she shouted as she felt the tip of the battering ram touch
the back of her vagina.

Hard again, I pulled at myself and allowed the memory to warm and
burn my pulsing erection.  A quiver ran through me and electrified my
cock, balls and ass.  I moved my other hand around the cheek of my ass
and teased myself by poking at my anal sphincter which was now clenched
tight.  Another hard stroke and simultaneous poke increased the throbbing
within me.  Again and again I repeated the move keeping the vivid picture
of fucking Liz in my min's eye.  I began to notice pain as I moved my
hand up and down the shaft of my prick and looked down to see the raw
redness of my earnest.  I quickly opened the nightstand drawer and dipped
my fingers into the jar of joy-lube that was there.  As I began to
anoint myself with the goo, I felt the rawness subside and the warm,
slippery feeling of a ready, pouting cunt arrive.  Oooh, it felt great to
imagine myself deep within Liz; sliding my hand easily and smoothly up
and down the throbbing shaft.  Another tingle came upon me and excited me
tremendously.  Flashes of Liz came and went in different positions each
time; each one a feeling remembrance of her tight wanting pussy and
clenched little ass.  I gasped as a jolt of electric coursed within me
and made me shake with desire.  I slowed my pace and remembered Liz'
prominent pelvic bone that rode heavily on the top of my cock.  I
pictured her face: contorted and relaxed, oohing and ahhing, beckoning
and shooing.

I then grabbed the anal probe that lay next to the gel in the Bed stand and dipped it into the jar.  Slowly I moved the thin prod to my
ass and felt the slight cold of the gel on my asshole.  I held it there
for a while and let the movements from my jerking cause it to gently push
against the tightly closed circular muscle of my hole.  Another flash,
another tingle, another shot of electric hit me.  I increased my frigging
tempo and started to push the probe against my sphincter till it slipped
sharply into my asshole.  "Oh", I moaned, "oh!".  I could feel the
pressure of my asshole undulating on the shaft of the probe.  Slowly I
pushed it in further.  "Oooh", I gasped as it slid gently into me.  I
quickly slowed my hand movements and felt the probe inside of me,
envisioning it as if it were my cock inside of Liz.  I opened the hand
that was upon my shaft and again rubbed my cock slowly and deliberately. 
I moved my hand at the same speed as I felt my ass opening and closing on
the foreign object placed there.  They abetted each another.  As my hand
came down across the sensitive area of my cock-head and foreskin, my
asshole pulsed.

I rolled over and knelt on the bed, envisioning Liz taking me
doggie-style.  I worked the probe gently but deeply into my ass and felt
the rushes of pleasure in my dick.  I glanced over to the drawer and saw
the cover of an explicit magazine there.  A dark-haired girl was on the
cover holding her cunt open to expose her hole and clitoris.  Her large
tits were pushed together by her arms and the nipples were erect and
begging for attention.  I trusted the probe forward and jerked myself
rapidly upon the sight and soon felt the mounting pressure start to move
in the base of my cock.  It pushed into the shaft of my dick and my ass
clenched tightly at the still embedded probe.  Another pulse and I could
feel the heat of my semen rising in me.  Another pulse and I could feel
my juice at the orifice of my cock.

     Boom, the first shot blasted it's way onto the mattress and my ass
muscle grabbed at the probe uncontrollably, fluttering and contracting.
     Boom, the second shot left me and hit the base of the pillow case. 
Boom, the third shot landed directly in the middle of the pillow and as
it did I spun myself over and flopped down on the bed causing the probe
to ram deep inside of me.  Boom, another stream of flying jism left my
hose, and another, and another.  As I lay there cumming and writhing in
pleasure, I noticed my asshole flickering spasmodically upon the thin
tube buried inside it.  "Oh, my God", I muttered.  The sensations were
incredible.

Slowly, I began to regain some composure and slowly, very slowly,
pulled the probe out of my ass feeling it's ribbed shape, like the
flowing of tides, upon my straining ass.  Boom, another shot of cum
spurted from me as the probe exited my hole and let the sphincter muscle
slam shut.  "Oh, God!" I yelled at the last blast of my ejaculation.  I
laid there twitching, my eyes closed, thinking of Liz as she kissed me
generously about my face and neck.  As my orgasm slowly subsided, I spent
there satisfied at my recent masturbation.

"Wow, who says you shouldn't do this?" I asked myself jokingly. 
"Not me, baby!  Uh uh.  Not me!"