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…"