Chapter 14: Batteries Needed

I’m racing on my bike, semi-recklessly weaving in between pedestrians, across the campus, and back to my dorm. Following my afternoon class, my mind is already past the embarrassing events of this morning and I think Abby’s is too. We have some fun plans, but I need to gather a few things first, including the Cock Creamer, and get my horny self over to her house.

We’re going to try our new toys and I can’t wait! I feel like a kid rushing to my buddy’s house after a day of middle school to try a new PlayStation game we’ve been waiting for ages to play. While the feeling is similar, it’s different in the fact that our fun involves getting naked.

On my way up to my room, I see Dan, Connor’s older brother, in the common room. He waves, “Hey, Kyle, how’s it going?”

“Going good. How’ve you been?”

“Not bad. Only one week more of my little brother and that swelled head of his,” he says rubbing his brow. I believe he’s referring to Connor’s braggadocios month of having the Super-Sucker’s lips frequently surrounding his pecker.

“He’s been bugging you too?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” Dan shakes his head, “‘Leona sucks me like this! Leona sucks me like that!’ It’s all I ever hear from him.”

“Can you keep a secret?” I ask.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“When I was back home last weekend, I went to one of those sexy toy shops.”

“Oh, yeah?” he perks up, sensing this could be good.

“I found a little item for Connor. It’s a pair of rubber lips you can stick your cock into. A pocket pussy kind of thing called Leona’s Lips. I got it for him to remember her by.”

“Oh god, that’s perfect!” Dan laughs.

“I know, isn’t it? I just haven’t figured out how to give it to him yet.”

Dan thinks a moment, “Keep quiet and hold on to ‘em. After the month is up, I’ll have a party and you can present it to him.”

“Hahaha, perfect!”

In my room, I throw a change of clothes and the Creamer in my backpack. I see it needs 4 AA-size batteries, I’ll pick some up at Shock’s Electronics in my way.

I text Alex, “I’m going to Abby’s to do homework, may stay the night.”

I text Abby, “On my way. Gonna stop at Shock’s to get batteries.”

She texts back, “Can you get me 6 AAA-size batteries too?”

“Sure!”

“Pick up a couple of digital USB flash drives for storage too.” Good thing she reminded me.

“Will do. See you soon!”

“And hurry, Kyle, I’m super-horny!” If there ever was an incentive to get moving, that’s definitely it.

The elevator doors open on the first floor and I plow out of there like the building is on fire. I run right into a waiting Rachel and almost knock her over.

“Easy there, Kyle!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!”

“What’s the rush?”

“Nothing, just going over to Abby’s.”

“You want to go for a run in the morning? It’s been a while since we’ve worked out.”

“Let me get back to you on that, okay? I may not exactly ... be here ... in the morning,” I grin.

“Ah, gotcha,” she laughs, “Abby’s getting lucky, I take it.”

“You could say that ... I’ll text you later and we’ll set up a day.”

“Sounds good,” she waves, getting on the elevator.

I ride to Main Street and stop at Shock’s to pick up everything I need. Now, it’s on to Abby’s with my anxious cock looking forward to being milked for all it’s worth.

At Abby’s house, I put my bike in the garage and let myself in the back door. Belinda is in the kitchen making herself something to eat. “Abs, your guy is here!” she shouts.

“I’m in my room, come on back, Kyle,” she calls out.

I shut the door behind me, Abby is as giddy as I am, “Did you get everything?”

“Yup,” I say, dumping my backpack on her bed.

“I see you brought a change of clothes, good boy!”

“Yeah, I figured in case it got too late, maybe I could stay here?” Jokingly, I add, “And I wouldn’t want to be surprised by some pervert whipping it out or anything.”

She looks at me puzzled, “Doesn’t he just flash girls? What good would it do to flash his thingy to another guy who has his own thingy?”

“I’m just kidding with you ... Although, you never know, some people get their jollies showing themselves to anyone these days.”

“In Economics, I could barely look at Professor Havelina. I kept thinking about her seeing our video,” Abby tells me, “I had a hard time not laughing, I hope she didn’t figure out it was me.”

“I doubt it. It’s not like she’s seen us together ... well, technically, she has,” I snicker, “But, you know what I mean, walking around, holding hands, kissing...”

Abby reaches around me and lifts my shirt over my head, “Time to get you naked, we have things to try.”

I kick my shoes off and pull down my pants while she opens the Cock Creamer box and pats the bed, “Here, lay down, and let’s figure this out.” Abby is sitting Indian-style alongside me, installing the batteries. Turned on, it makes a buzzing and pulsing sound. She puts her fingers in the hole, “Oh! You might like this! Feel what it does.”

I put my finger in. It’s vibrating, but I also feel a slight gripping sensation, pulling inward. “Hmm ... that’s interesting.”

“We need to get you hard,” Abby says, leaning down to rub her face all over my parts and into my pubes. With a small slurp sound, she sucks in my limp little hot dog, enthusiastically using her tongue to play with it. “I like ith when ith thtill thmall an eathy to fith in,” she mumbles.

“Me too!” I whole-heartedly agree, laughing at her mouth-full-of-softie lisp.

Feeling me grow, she’s giggling about something and looks up, “All afternoon, I’ve been thinking about making you hard like this. Now, you know where my mind really was in Economics.”

“I about ran a few people over with my bike getting here,” I say, totally enjoying her methods of redirecting a percentage of my blood flow straight to my penis. Abby takes her time and sucks me till I’m as hard as I can get.

“There we go,” she says, playfully batting her fingers at my erect pole. She’s proud of her accomplishment. Picking up the Cock Creamer, she asks, “We should probably lube this thing up, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, coconut oil should work.”

She reaches for the jar on the dresser. “Should you put on a condom?”

“What for?” I laugh, “It’s not like I’m gonna get it pregnant!”

With a loud plap, she smacks my belly for being a smart-ass, “I meant for when you shoot your stuff inside. That way, you can use it again?”

I hold out my hand, “Let me see it, there has to be a way to clean it.” I fiddle with the latex rubber sleeve and see that it comes out. I show Abby, “Here, look, it can be rinsed out under the faucet.”

“Okay, good.”

Before I put it back together, I’m curious and look inside at the workings of the unit. I see a series of small plastic rollers that together look like rib/rings. They surround the cavity and mechanically travel down, rolling on the outer side of the latex rubber sleeve you put your cock in. When the rib/rings reach the bottom, they loop back up on the outer side in a repeating cycle. All these working parts are contained inside the hard, plastic body of the device. For a sex toy, I really have to give the inventor some credit here, what an ingenious way to simulate a drawing-forth/milking-out motion.

I wonder if automated cow-milking devices work in a similar fashion? If they do, I’d be willing to bet this was invented by some horny farmer who had the bright idea to see how a teet-milker felt on his cock. Probably Farmer Kyle, best known for his tasty sausage.

“Are you ready?” she asks.

“Yup.”

Abby eases the Creamer all the way down my shaft. Once I’m fully inserted, she pushes the button for first speed. “Ohhh, hey now ... this does feel nice...” I can feel the ribs starting at my base and working in an upward motion to my tip. There’s at least three surrounding roller sets working at all times, when one completes its journey, another begins.

She starts to slide the Creamer up and down, I stop her, “No, just leave it all the way on. Let it do the work.”

After a minute or two, she asks, “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Do you want to try speed two?”

“Okay.”

Abby pushes the next button. This slightly increases the vibration intensity and the stroking ribs are hugging a little tighter. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations. My cock has never felt anything like quite this before.

She clicks the next speed for another increase in the overall intensity. I can see why the girl at the store said it was a best-seller, it does feel good and I should have no problems making cum.

The last two speeds are too intense. I have Abby put it back to setting three, that feels perfect. She rubs her hand on my chest, giggling at my oohh’s and ahhh’s and the goofy expressions I’m making while getting off.

It doesn’t take long for me to grunt, “Ugghhh!” as I begin to blow out my cream.

“That’s it, Kyle, let that cum flow,” Abby whispers, lightly pinching my nipples. She knows how I love when she tells me things like that in these moments. When I ejaculate, my whole cock becomes super sensitive. I tell her to slow the speed back to one while my spasms run their course. Wow, I’m firing a lot, I feel the rubber sleeve/chamber getting very wet and very full.

Once I’m done and open my eyes, Abby turns it off and leans in to kiss me. “Was that good?”

“Yeah, it was.”

She pauses, “Is it better than me?”

“Oh, no,” I laugh, “Nothing will ever be as good as you.”

“Good,” she smiles and kisses me again.

“The best way I can describe it is ... different ... interestingly different ... It’s like finding a fun, new way of jacking-off, but the best will always be you,” I say, kissing her back.

The slit-like opening of the Cock Creamer is pretty snug so my cum-load is still contained inside. I sit up and slowly slip it off. As I do, a healthy-sized glop of stringy white runs down between my legs, past my boy-berries, and onto the bed.

“Oh, crap, I’m making a mess here,” I mutter.

“It’s okay, there’s a towel over there,” Abby points to the chair as she slips out of her pants, preparing to try her toy next.

I use the towel to wipe the bed and to clean myself up, under my sac and everywhere. My barefoot finds more of my slippery dribblings on the floor. Between the mess we made yesterday and today, it sure seems I’m leaving my sexual DNA everywhere.

On my knees, rubbing the towel on the carpet, I look over and see Abby sitting on the edge bed in front of me lifting her shirt over her head. With her pants off and legs partly open, I have the most wonderful, eye-level, view of her pink heaven in between.

I scoot forward on my knees and part hers. Reaching behind her, I pull her to me. I need to dine on what I can’t avert my eyes from. Happy with my intentions, Abby leans back on her elbows and lifts her legs. “Oh, Kyle!” she gasps, as I nose-dive right in and slide my tongue into her slit. Her pussy aroma is fantastic and she tastes even better. On the edge of the bed like this, it puts her at the perfect height for me to easily bury my face.

It was only yesterday morning that I was enjoying her, but you would think I haven’t had any in months by the way I’m overindulging on this incredible female delicacy of hers. She is soon moaning, writhing, and pulling her legs up even higher. “Ohhh, god, this feels so good. I don’t want you to stop, but we should see how my vibrator works.”

“Okay,” I sigh. Before sitting up, I have fun rustling my face in her pubes and kissing her lower abdomen.

“You can have more later if you want? I’ll let you...” she offers with a grin.

The Fluttering Passion is bright pink in color and takes 6 AAA-sized batteries inserted in the base under the control buttons. It sounds like a lot, but the batteries are small. Clicking through buttons, we see try out the multitude of various settings, even a wiggle mode. While it’s turned on, the side arm with the little hummingbird, clit stimulator, flutters and vibrates at high speed which should feel good to her.

She lays back and opens her legs. I use coconut oil to lube up the head and shaft of the vibrator and spread some around Abby’s opening, not that she needs much, she’s already pretty wet.

“Okay, Kyle, let’s see what this is like.”

I gently ease the vibrator in. Watching it disappear into her pussy is sexy to see. Sliding it back and forth a little, I want to make sure everything is slicked-up and comfortable. “It feels a little cold, not warm like you.”

I look at the box, “It says it’s waterproof and can be warmed up with tap water.”

“We can do that next time.”

I turn on the Fluttering Passion, trying different settings. A few options later, Abby picks one she likes for starting out. “Oh, this feels awesome!” she hums. I adjust the little bird so it’s nicely seated in the folds at her clit. There we go, now it can, nestle right in and sweetly tickle her magic spot, as Lydia at Lovers in Eden said it would.

That little bird knows what’s doing by Abby’s instant response. “Oh, oh, oh, oh! That is ... wow! This feels great!” she purrs in between quick breaths. I hold the vibrator steady as she rotates her hips, feeling it hit her internal g-spots. Now, it’s my turn to watch the funny, I’m getting-off, expressions she’s making.

“Slide it in and out a bit, but not too much,” she tells me.

Moving it back and forth, Abby is loving this. I try my best to keep the little bird from straying too far from its nest at her pink pearl. You know me, it’s the little things I fixate on, I’m enthralled with how beautifully her opening surrounds and hugs the vibrating shaft.

We’ve watched ourselves doing it, watched videos of ourselves doing it, but this is different yet again. I always thought the usage of sex toys was a solo affair, but I’m learning these can be a lot of fun for couples to play with together.

She asks me to alternate between different vibration and wiggle settings. As with real sex, the rhythm needs to change. I’ve even noticed when I pull my own that I will go fast, then slow and fast again, it’s how it works and what feels good.

Abby’s breathing is becoming erratic as she’s getting closer. Lifting her lower back off the bed, her legs clamp together, sandwiching my hand on the end of the vibrator between them. Her sustained squeal of delight is beautiful music to my ears.

As she relaxes, I turn off the Fluttering Passion and slide it out. “Oh Kyle ... that was ... that was really something!”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“You’re exactly right. It’s like finding a new, but different way, of doing myself.”

“Does the size match me?”

“It does, but you feel much better.”

The change of clothes I brought are still on the bed from when I emptied my backpack earlier. Amongst them, Abby spots the Hot Sausage thong underwear and holds them up, “Are you going to model these for me?”

“Okay,” I roll my eyes, “But, you better not laugh.”