("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Left Alone By Anonymous (address withheld) *** Oversexed wife, anticipating an evening of passionate lovemaking, writes of marathon masturbation session when husband is called away for an emergency. Graphic and explicit. (F-solo, mast) *** I was angry at my husband. We had just finished celebrating our 4th anniversary with a nice dinner and a bottle of champagne. We had put our young twin girls to bed and started a very definitely X rated evening when the phone rang. It was the hospital. A school bus returning from a late basketball game had overturned and he, as head of the traumatic injury unit, was required to help care for the injured. He apologized for breaking off our celebration, then told me that he probably would not return until morning. And there I was, engine warmed up. Hot as a race car ready to run the Indianapolis 500. Without a driver to take me around the track. I doffed my sexy outfit and prepared to put on my nightgown. After I undressed for bed I looked at myself in the full length mirror in the bathroom. I turned slowly from side to side. As always, I was entranced by the view. The reflection showed a well-toned woman with big tits, a nice body and great legs. I was always excited by the sight of my own body and the thought of the many hours my husband and I could spend enjoying its delights. But tonight I was so hot that I was determined to take care of myself. I would play with every part of my body that I could, tits, ass, cunt, and have the mother of all climaxes. "I like the way I look," I said quietly to no one in particular. "If I were a lesbian, I would love to "do" me myself." I imagined myself sucking and licking a mirror image of my body and I got turned on by the very thought. How wonderful it would be to go 69 with my mirror image, giving and receiving orgasms for hours. I admired my dark hair, deep blue eyes, and creamy skin. My gaze wandered over my breasts, soft globes of flesh that seemed to invite caresses and fondling. If my husband prefers taking care of a bunch of bleeding teen agers to fucking me into a screaming orgasm, I'll show him. I'll "do" myself after I finish the bottle of champagne. I may even stick the neck of the bottle in my cunt and move it back and forth until I cum. But there is still some champagne left in the bottle so I'll play with my boobies until I finish it. That should get me started. When I was younger, I often longed to be able to kiss and even suck my own nipples the way I had seen porn stars do in those late night TV movies. But with my perky school girl boobs I could never do it. I found that my little titties were exquisitely sensitive and I loved to play with them. I could even make myself cum if I stroked them in just the right way. My boyfriend, who graduated to being my husband, could suck my entire boob in his mouth when he made love to me. "More than a mouthful is a waste," he claimed. My husband and I made love almost every night the first year we got married. Of course I got pregnant. We wanted to have children and we got blessed with twins. Despite my small boobs, I was determined to breast feed my two babies. I must have been quite a sight. A tiny babe dangling from each tit. It was a joy. As the children nursed, my breasts grew. Within three months I had moved from A cup to B cup, and in another month to a C cup. After nine months of nursing, I was a D cup, maybe even larger. Possibly a DD. I was determined to nurse my babies for a year and I wondered how big my boobs would actually get. Don't worry, said my pediatrician. They will go down in size when you stop nursing. I hoped they wouldn't. I liked having big boobs. My husband liked them too. In the evening, after the kids were in bed, we would sit side by side on the sofa, watching TV and sipping a delicious cocktail. His hand would sneak into the front of my dress and fondle one of my boobs. That was nice. After nine months of my twins sucking at my tits every four hours my breasts were no longer the apple sized boobs that I had when I was in college. They were now the same size as small melons and had become slightly pendulous. Breast feeding, and enthusiastic loving does that to you. Standing erect my nipples nearly reached my belly button. Don't get me wrong. My breasts were not ugly. In fact they were quite nice. They were full and meaty but they looked like they belonged on a much bigger woman. They were no longer the tits of a teen aged bunny, more like those of a burlesque star or an artist's model. At first I was disappointed in the change in my lovely boobs but their new super-size made sex more enjoyable for both me and my husband. Sometimes, after I finished nursing the twins and put them in their cribs, he would grab me by my still dripping nipples and pull me into the bedroom using my boobies like reins. I often tried to resist just to see my big breasts stretching out in front of me as he tugged. The harder he pulled, the more I liked it. My titties enjoyed being handled roughly. By the time he dragged me to the bed, I was ready to cum at the slightest touch. My mom always claimed that even as a baby I would put everything in my mouth. I guess it figures that as an adult I got sensual gratification from sucking and kissing my body parts. I wasn't able to suck my own cunt although I would have liked to do it. I loved when my husband did it to me. When he was away on a trip I wished I could do it to myself. But even if I couldn't eat myself, my breasts were within reach of my mouth. So those times I was by myself and I need a little sexual fulfillment, after I fed the babies, I would lean my head down and kiss my boobs. Then I would pull the end of my tit up to my lips, work around the areola, press the rough nipple between my lips and suck. I reveled in feeling the nipple grow as I flicked my tongue over the tip. It became as big and hard as an acorn. At least it felt that way to me. I chewed the end softly between my teeth. It was a lovely tender morsel of sexual excitement. I had to resist the temptation to bite down hard, to feel total ecstasy from my lovely boobs. Had I not been so careful, I might have even bitten the nipple off. The taste of my milk was heavenly. Often, after an evening meal alone, I would nurse the sweet milk from my own nipple as dessert. I knew that sucking the milk from my breasts was supposed to be "sick" but they were my own tits and I could do what I wanted with them. I guess I'll have another swig of champagne now. The buzz seems to be wearing off. My husband and I invented tit games that always ended in a satisfying love making session. I would let him titty fuck me, his hard cock between my fleshy breasts. I would press his cock head and one nipple together into a little flower bouquet of sex. I licked cock head and nipple alternately. If I opened my mouth wide I could suck both my nipples and his cock at the same time. Everything was well lubricated with driblets of pre-cum and milk. It turned up both on. Chewing my nipples and his cock together was super sexy. On one memorable suck, he ejaculated into my mouth while my nipples spewed milk. I could taste everything together. A real delicacy. The only reason we didn't do it more often is that it made such a mess that I had to change the sheets. Whenever my husband had to work the evening shift I masturbated. This is how I did it tonight, at least this is how I wrote it in my diary. I may have missed a few of the details but it's hard to think clearly when your body is shaking in orgasm. I started by raising a tit to my mouth so that my lips could encircle a nipple. Sucking my nipple was like scratching an itch. It felt good but I figured that I could stop at any time. But the itch wasn't satisfied by a simple scratch. It demanded more attention, required more vigorous sucking and even a bit of chewing until it grew into a full-fledged sexual urge. I massaged my breast harder and deeper and then touched my other sexual parts. The urge became a conscious desire for sexual release. I couldn't force myself to stop at this point. My body insisted that I touch and finger fuck myself to a climax. The world vanished. I concentrated on my tits and cunt, how they felt, what I could do to them. In my mind my cunt seemed to grow until it encompassed my entire body. I became all longing cunt and clitoris, desperately needing satisfaction. My legs started an involuntary shaking and my hips rose to meet the thrusts of my hand in my vagina. It was automatic. My lower body was out of my conscious control. I knew that a climax was not far off, less than a minute away. I saw my legs stretch out in front of me and begin to stiffen. I stroked my clitoris. My thighs got rigid, my body shook and spasmed. I bit down hard on my tittie. I would have tooth marks in the morning but it felt so good now. My fingers plunged deep into my vagina. They worked in and out, pressing and rubbing my clitoris with each stroke. I was no longer directing my actions. My hands and mouth had a will of their own. I was rising, rising to a glorious orgasm. Everything vanished except the overwhelming feelings from my pussy as I came. I'll never know how I avoided waking the children with my screams of pleasure. I guess I'll finish the champagne now. There is no need to stick the end of the bottle in my cunt. My fingers will work just fine. My husband will never know what he missed. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 74