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CHAPTER ONE

Ellen sighed and gingerly laid half the length of the electric facial massager against that most needful part of her body, directly between her legs. It was the sensible, logical way for a young widow like herself to ease away tensions without involving herself with sticky relationships. The facial massager had been a wise purchase, discreetly done through the mail. With it, she could live a much more contented and tranquil life in the suburbs, puttering around in her garden, doing her needlepoint, ignoring the neighbors who so pointedly ignored her, forgetting about her runaway daughter, Carole.

She reached down and twisted the knob that set the massager to buzzing, and at once was amazed at the thing.

Ellen knew very well the white, tapered plastic cylinder in her hand was a dildo. It was a battery-operated cock expressly designed for the hot, aching cunts of horny old bitches like herself. And shit, did her brand new electric cock ever feel good as it buzzed and purred against hot, healthy pink cuntflesh that hadn't felt anything more than the kiss of her panties' crotchband for almost two years!

Ellen's panties were now on the shag carpet in front of the couch, along with her white linen shorts. She was up on the couch, still wearing her blue halter top, and trying to catch her breath in order to catch up with the dynamically warm tinglings spreading out from between her widely parted legs.

Her posture on the couch was obscene, and she loved it. Leaned back against the cushions, she had her bare feet on the edge of the couch and her knees up and widely out. Her cunt, smoothly bordered with fine black hair that rose to a tuft on her pubis, had its frilly pink lips wide open and already watering for more of the dildo's caress.

Her neighbors wouldn't like her posture there. At least the women wouldn't. But the husbands, if they saw the young widow Grant like that, they'd be lined up around the block to push their big, hot cocks in her cunt, to slide their stiff clicks in and out of Ellen's cunt while they played with her stiff-nippled tits and stuck their tongues in her mouth and her ears and made promises they'd never keep. Ellen wanted every cock on the block to go plunging into that black-haired cunt that had been dormant for too damned long, but she wanted none of the men that went with those hot cocks.

She closed her smooth white thighs on her dildo and softly moaned. She stretched out her legs from the couch and clamped her thighs hard on the wonderful thing and whined at how good it now felt with her asscheeks rocking back and forth on the edge of the couch and her body arching and writhing and shuddering, she jammed the miracle cock against her wet cunt and knew very well this was all the cock she'd ever need in the future. She was panting when she relaxed from the first orgasmic tinglings she'd known in far too long. And she was panting with the anticipation of sliding that beautiful thing right up inside her cunt.

Ellen smiled as she assumed her former position, knees widely parted, soles of her feet pressed together. She was smiling down at her cunt, a beautiful part of her body, neglected for far too long. Oh, how her husband Lou used to love to kiss it and tease it and tickle it before he eased the big knob of his cock in that hole. He used to worship her beautiful body, used to spoil it with his tongue and his cock and his hands. Now all she had was her dildo, but that was a whole lot better than nothing.

And getting better all the time.

Ellen had a nice, pink, prominent clitoris. It became more prominent still as she teased all around it with the tip of the buzzing white dildo. She could feel its vibrations up her spine, all through her buttocks and into her asshole, between the soles of her feet, and in her lips. Her lips felt swollen, just like her cuntlips were; both pairs of lips yearned to suck on a big, fat cock.

Tickling the lips of her cunt with the dildo felt so good she almost wanted to swoon. But if she did that she wouldn't be able to see the obscenely erotic scene there before her, livid pink cuntlips getting more livid and decidedly wetter between her very firm and nubile white thighs, clitoris visibly throbbing, fuckhole throbbing inside.

She took the dildo from her cunt and touched it to her lips, tasted it and sucked it inside. She had had just a few inhibitions with Lou, but there was no need at all for inhibitions with the dildo as her sex partner.

Her cheeks caved in as she sucked it, eyes closed now, imagining it was a real, flesh and blood cock. The flavor of cunt was good, while it lasted. Anything at all to do with sex now would taste good. Panting fast through her open mouth, she very liberally wet the warmly buzzing dildo through the length of her slippery wet slit, then made little whimpering, purring sounds in her throat as she sucked on it hungrily, getting a really good taste of cunt for perhaps the first time in her life.

If a lesbian had barged into Ellen's living room right then, Ellen would have let her do anything she wanted. If a man had walked in right then, she'd have let him fuck her. But the doors were a locked and chained, and she was safely alone with her dildo.

She was still tasting cunt when she took the thing out of her mouth. Though her slit and her clit were weeping for more of it, Ellen let their hot anticipation build as she drew her halter aside and eased out a shapely tit. Its nipple was beautifully turgid and crested and waiting. Its roseate color paled past the edges of that aureole, but still it suffused the plump tit in her hand with delicate pink. She had to force herself to go slowly with the blunt-pointed tip of the dildo as she moved it in narrowing concentric circles whose center was her thumb-tip-sized nipple.

"Do you like my tits?" she murmured. Tiny beads of perspiration were forming on Ellen's upper lip. "I wish you could suck on 'em, honey. That's something I like a lot. But if you can't suck my tits, you can fuck my cunt. You can fuck it forever, and baby, that's just what I want!"

Sudden, uncontrollable lust seized Ellen. She had teased herself for too long with the dildo. Having been away from sex for too long, she had misjudged how quickly she was getting herself hot, and now she knew it would take quite a lot to satisfy herself. And she wasn't going to quit till she was satisfied.

Almost in a panic now, she reached down with the dildo and tried to force it up in her fuckhole. It wouldn't fit! Two years of being a nice proper widow had shrunken her fuckhole to the point of almost being useless. Two more years of that kind of stupidity and her cunt would have closed up forever.

Lust mounted, raging all through her, as she gripped the dildo tightly and worked its smooth end deeper inside the portals of her very hot, very wet hole. It wasn't nearly as big as Lou's cock had been, and he'd forced that big muscle in her on their wedding night, when they'd both been kids. The pain she felt now so vividly reminded her of that fantastic night that her lusts surged higher still.

"Oh, God!" she cried, as a mixture of beautiful pain and galvanic pleasure entered her body along with the dildo.

"Oh-h-h-hh, fuck me! I need to be fucked so bad!" Ellen loudly cried, suddenly thrashing and churning on the long red couch with the dildo deep in her cunt.

"Fuck me forever! I need it! I love it!" she said. "All the time!"

Ellen was coming right up to an orgasm. The utterly unique feeling she had almost forgotten was now building and building in her hot, sweating body as she gyrated on the couch, long hair flying about her, bared tits lolling about, hips pumping up in a reflex action to the man who wasn't there.

But the dildo was there, so deep in her cunt it felt like it was splitting her – wonderfully! – and she worked it around and around with her fist, stirring up her guts and her long dormant soul with the steadily buzzing device.

But it wasn't buzzing any more. She stopped long enough to twist the knob, with no results at all. She had waited top long to be denied any part of this cataclysmic reawakening, and so she angrily took the damned thing from her silently protesting cunt and shook it, and still it remained silent and dead.

"Fucking batteries!" she shrieked, and threw it across the room and against the wall. "They're dead! I can't rely on a man, I can't rely on a Goddamned thing!"

She rose to go after it, rage competing with an unholy lust that seethed through every part of her body. Her pouting cuntlips slithered against each other as she strode across the room. And each of her steps jarred up through her legs to her cunt and her clitoris, her whole body feeling like one big, throbbing cunt.

"I'd take on every man in the neighborhood right now! Goddamnit, I would!"

She knelt to retrieve the dildo and make the best of things with a pair of dead batteries. When she found she'd shattered the wonderful thing she collapsed on the carpet and cried. She rolled about sobbing, clutching hard at her aching cunt with both hands, knowing it would be weeks before the mailman would come with another package for her.

"God damn it! I need to be fucked!"

Ellen shouted, and then fell very silent as she heard her door chimes ring. She was muttering to herself as she got up and hid the broken dildo and her discarded panties under the couch, and as she carried her shorts toward her front door.

"Maybe it's the mailman. If it is, I'll fuck him, I don't care. Man or woman, girl or boy, I'll swear I'll fuck whoever it is at that door. No, damnit! Fucking a man means involvement, and I'm just not ready for that. And with a woman, it'd probably be worse. I'll see if I can call and rush order a new dildo. I'll use my damned fingers till it…"

Ellen paused in donning her shorts, for there through the peephole in her door she could see the anxious face of her nephew, Jim, the son of her older brother, Ray, who was divorced. Jim was a healthy, handsome, horny boy who had often looked at his Aunt Ellen – and his cousin Carole – in a furtively lustful way. That boy was safe. Just half Ellen's age, and her nephew, there was no way in the world she could get emotionally involved with him. Ellen was smiling and licking her plump underlip as she slithered her shorts on up her warmly tingling thighs, as she wriggled her shapely hips and worked the single layer of cloth over her hotly squirming asscheeks. She was sure he was an innocent. She could get him to do almost anything, and he'd be soared to death to breathe a word of it. Her cunt was so swollen and hot she could hardly close the zipper that ran up the front of her shorts. She covered her bared tit, then quickly retied her halter so it showed more of both of her creamy white mounds. Her hands were shaking as they smoothed over her very tight shorts, shorts which clasped against her cunt and clung to her ass like a sucking mouth. She saw that Jim had a bouquet of flowers in his hand as he turned to ring her chimes again, and if he was as eager to see her as that, she was more than ready to welcome him.

Jim couldn't keep from staring every time he saw his Aunt Ellen, and this time was no exception. She stood framed in the doorway, just the same height as he was, beaming a ruby-lipped smile at him, blue eyes flashing brightly, and so much of her fabulous figure to be seen that Jim's cock started throbbing to life.

The deep cleavage between her tits was there to be seen, and her tits bulged her halter top full. Her waist was all naked and slender and velvety-soft looking, and there in the center of it was her belly button, a little miniature cunt. Her shorts were cut low on her tummy and rose high on her thighs, and they were tight. They clasped her smoothly curvaceous hips as if they were made of white rubber, and their crotch clearly outlined the bulge of her cunt. Her naked legs, smoothly shaven, flawless, satiny white, moved softly against each other as she stood with one dimpled knee bent forward and the toes of that foot wriggling against the toes of the other. She held out her arms to him in the friendliest manner she'd ever shown.

"Jim! How good to see you. And you've brought me flowers! How did you know what my weakness was?"

Ellen knew what his weakness was. It was right there in his tight, faded jeans. And his weakness was spreading out from there to all over his body.

"Daisies! At least a dozen of them!" she gushed, as she led him inside. "And you're going to get a nice, big thank you kiss for each and every one of them."

With the front door safely on its chain again, Ellen delivered her kisses. She kissed her nephew on the mouth and on each of his cheeks, she kissed his eyes and his ears and his chin and his throat. She held his face in her eager hands and smacked very warm kisses all over it, while she artfully wriggled her thinly clad tits and her naked flesh against him all she possibly could. She felt giddy and hot with refreshed desire when at last she stopped with her kissing, and he looked all flushed and feverish and just about to faint. And there in the front of his jeans – she had felt it, and now she saw it – his cock had the thin blue material all tented out. She took the flowers from his hand and sashayed off with them, quite confident that he'd follow.

His Aunt Ellen's butts were winking and squirming and beckoning, and Jim dazedly followed behind them. Her shorts were so brief he could see quite a let of bare ass underneath them, and he wanted to get down on his knees and crawl up real close behind her and see even more. He wanted to stick his nose up between those squirming asscheeks and breathe very deeply, for there was a sweet, feminine animal perfume to her kisses that made him want to smell even more of her. He adjusted his rigidly hard cock in his pants as he followed her into her kitchen, although touching his cock hi any way at all had suddenly become a very dangerous thing to do.

Now that her mind was made up, Ellen couldn't keep away from the handsome, blond-haired boy she was going to seduce. Going to? She was already well into it, and quite unashamedly getting deeper involved with it, stopping to give him more of her warmest kisses she put the daisies in a vase.

She took his hand in hers and dragged him back to her living room, where she put the flowers on the table in front of the couch. She stood with her arm about his waist, admiring them. She knew she had to go slowly with him or she might scare him away. But kisses were safe enough, they'd already been started between them, and they invariably led to better things.

She turned him to face her. She slung her arms about his neck and she thrust her pelvis against his, her hotly throbbing cunt against the base of his cock, and she said, "You got a nice kiss for each of the flowers, Jim. Now I'm going to give you another kiss for the whole bouquet." Her lips pursed and parted as they moved toward his wide-eyed, lipstick-smeared face.

Jim saw those fantastic red lips coming, with the pearly white teeth with the flashing pink tongue in between them. He had kissed a few girls, but never a woman, and certainly never a woman as sexy and beautiful as his aunt. But he wasn't kissing her, she was kissing him, and she knew how to kiss, all right.

He felt the kiss right down to his toes, felt her soft, strong arms tighten about his neck, felt her big, soft tits push insistently against his chest, felt her belly against his and her naked thighs warm against his legs. And he felt the firm, very warm bulge of her cunt pushing, pushing up at the base of his cock, and now as he felt her slithery warm tongue snake into his mouth, Jim's cock gave a surge and started squirting inside his shorts.

"Nnngh!"

Jim tried to wrench away from the clinging embrace of his aunt. He knew people could die of embarrassment, and just then he wished that he would. Another great surge of hot jism rushed forcefully up from his balls, through his cock and onto his belly, and suddenly Jim had to cling to his aunt for support.

He writhed up against her, shivering and shaking, digging his fingers deeply into her back. Sandwiched very closely between them, his cock gushed another hot load, causing Jim to lose his head and reach down and grab his Aunt Ellen by the ass.

Ellen knew very well he was cumming, and she felt like she was cumming, too. She felt far more than she had with the stupid dildo, and this embrace was but the first of many more to come. She crushed him closer, stabbed him deeper with her tongue, and she thrust her cunt very hard against his jerking, throbbing, spurting cock and ground more of his jism up out of him.

Her nipples burned hard against Jim's chest. Her thrusting cunt made each heavy ejaculation painfully sweet. The balls of his fingers clawed their way up her sinuously writhing back and down to her firmly tensed asscheeks again, and still Jim kept on cumming. She would hate him for this, she would tell his father all about it, but just then Jim didn't care. He thrust back at her soft belly with his straining, squirting cock, and now he stabbed his tongue in her mouth to taste more of that funky sweet flavor that was helping so much in driving him out of his mind.

The insertion of Jim's stiff tongue in her mouth sent Ellen on to new ecstasies. It was stiff and immobile there, but she could feel it clear down in her cunt, right on the verge of overflowing with slippery wetness, and throbbing with life and vitality. She closed her lips on it and sucked. She sucked very gently, sliding her slick, pursed lips back and forth on it while she rubbed her belly against his fine, hard cock as its convulsive jerkings and spurtings slowed down to a tolerable level. As she slipped her mouth from his tongue, she kept a firm hold on his shoulders, because this was a boy who wasn't going to get away from her.