Jerry Milner: Depraved aunt

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.