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Author: Strickland83 Title: Rechargeable Batteries Summary: Rechargeable
Batteries - they die at the worst possible moment.  Here is the story of
one woman's experience with that problem.  Keywords: F, solo Revision: 1.0
Web Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/strickland83/www/

   Rechargeable Batteries By Strickland83

   Saturday morning promised to be warm and sunny - a perfect day for the
usual crowd around the pool.  Cierra, however, had other plans.  She wasn't
going to lay out with her friends.  She was going to spend this day alone.
She threw back the covers of her double bed and sat up, shaking her red
tresses.  The thought of what she was about to do excited her, but also
embarrassed her a little.

   Cierra was between boyfriends - which meant she was not having sex on a
regular basis right now.  She missed that a lot.  A few months ago, she
decided she wanted something more exciting than masturbating with her
fingers, so she gathered her courage and went shopping.  She wasn't brave
enough to walk into a shop looking for it, so she turned to the Internet.
It was easy enough to find.  She just had to find the right one.  After a
little searching, she saw it.  An 8-inch vibrating dildo (anatomically
correct).  Well, correct as far as shape.  The color was pink - kind of a
shade between hot pink and bright red.  She could deal with the color.  She
wouldn't be looking at it, after all, just feeling it.  She placed the
order and waited.  When she came home from work one day, there was a note
on her mailbox that she had a package at the rental office.  Nervously, she
went over to the apartment complex office to get her package.  She was
hoping the promise of "a plain brown wrapper" was corre ct and that the
outside appearance would give no indication of what was inside.

   Her fears were unfounded.  The box was a brown oblong shape and the
return address was innocuous.  Breathing an inaudible sigh of relief, she
returned to her apartment with the package.  Once inside, she put it on the
kitchen table and got a knife to cut the tape holding it closed.  She
opened the brown box, finding another box inside.  When she saw it, she was
grateful it had been put inside the brown box.  The inner box left no doubt
as to what was inside.  This box was white with a color photograph of the
dildo.  Bold text described its merits.  She almost blushed at seeing the
box but she was too horny to blush.  She opened the white box with
trembling hands.  Inside, wrapped in bubble wrap, was the pinkest dick she
had ever seen.  She picked it up.  It felt a little bigger than the real
ones she had experienced.  The feel was quite realistic.  It felt firm,
with just a little give when she squeezed it - just like a real one.  The
jelly-like material was almost translucent.  The shape was

   very lifelike.  As she ran her fingers over its surface, she felt
herself getting wetter.  Only the color (and the ridged black knob at the
base) varied from real life.  She found the instruction pamphlet and
quickly glanced through it.  She unscrewed the cap on the base.  She got up
and took two rechargeable batteries out of the charger on the kitchen
cabinet.  Inserting the batteries, she screwed the cap back on and twisted
the base.  She giggled as the dildo started vibrating in her hand.  At its
lowest setting, it barely moved and made a soft buzz.  As she twisted the
control, the vibrations increased, as did the sound.  At the highest
setting, it almost tickled her hand as she held it.  Thoughts ran through
her head of what this would feel like inside her pussy.

   After cleaning the shiny new dildo, she took it to her bedroom and tried
it out.  She quickly found out that a cold dildo didn't feel so good
entering her pussy.  She figured out that plunging it head first into a
glass of hot water helped bring it to body temperature.  She also started
buying KY Liquid to lubricate it.  Her own juices were not always quite
enough for the initial penetration.

   >From there, she started researching masturbation techniques on the
Internet.  She became a regular lurker at sites like femalefirst,
jillingforher and jennyspray.  She learned about the G Spot and squirting.
That convinced Cierra to buy her second vibrator.  This one was
specifically for stimulating her G Spot.  It was thinner than her first one
and had a crook at the end, like a bent finger.  It was smooth, not shaped
like a man at all.

   Her first experiences with the G Spot vibrator were not what she
expected.  She couldn't seem to find her G Spot.  She spent a lot of time
in bed with her new vibrator but it just wasn't as good as what she felt
with the first one.  As she confirmed on the Internet, some women have
problems finding their own G Spot.  Their partners have better luck
locating it.  All was not lost.  She thought of using both vibrators at the
same time.  She would insert the larger one and turn it on, then place the
crook of the smaller one against her clit.  Vibrations from the inside and
outside should (hopefully) get her off in ways she had never experienced.

   Today would be the day for the experiment.  She got up and put on her
silk robe.  She went to the kitchen and fixed a light breakfast.  She
planned to spend the rest of the morning in bed.  She took a glass from the
cabinet and filled it with hot tap water.  As she walked across the living
room, she saw through the open curtains around the sliding door that the
crowd was picking up at the pool.  Her door faced the pool deck and she had
a good view of the men in swimsuits.  That started her motor running.  In
the bedroom, she took off the robe, then pulled off the baby doll nightie,
her tits bouncing just a little as they were freed.  She slid off the tiny
panties and ran her hand through the red hair, feeling a dampness.  She was
horny and she was about to satisfy herself.

   She set the glass of hot water on the nightstand.  Walking over to the
dresser drawer where she kept her panties, she reached into the back, where
she kept the stained ones.  In the very back, she felt a bundle wrapped in
a washcloth.  She grabbed it and returned to the bed.  From the drawer in
the nightstand, she extracted a bottle of KY.  She was using the pink one
now.  She had tried the self-warming lubricant and liked how it felt on the
dildos.  Everything was in place.  She pushed the covers off the bed and
moved her pillow to the middle.  She took the two vibrators out of the
water and dried them off.  They were about as warm as body temperature, not
too hot.  She scooted over to the middle of the bed, setting the vibrators
and bottle of lubricant next to her on the mattress.  She took a deep
breath and smiled.

   She started by putting her hands on her breasts and squeezing her
sensitive nipples.  Each squeeze sent a thrill shooting down to her pussy.
She squeezed further out, now squeezing each firm mound.  Next, her hands
slid down her flat stomach, caressing the firm flesh.  She was thinking
about a guy from work, and what he would look like naked.  She imagined him
kissing her as his erection pressed against her stomach and his balls
against her bush.  A soft moan escaped her lips and her fingers ran through
her pubic hair.  The fingertips passed on the outsides of her outer lips
and then to her thighs.  Now back up, then down a few times to build her
desire.  At last, she let her fingers part her cunt lips, finding her pussy
very wet.  She inserted one finger into her hole to gather moisture, then
spread it over her clit.  The fingers of her other hand now entered her,
rubbing in and out.  She only did this for a few moments because she didn't
want to cum from just her fingers.  She had othe r plans for her orgasm.

   She was ready for the next step.  She felt along her left side for the
big dildo.  She picked it up in her left hand.  In her right hand she held
the pink-topped plastic bottle.  She sat up a little and, holding the dildo
flat, she drizzled a stream of the clear lubricant from the head to the
base, then back up.  She snapped the cover on the bottle and dropped it to
the bed so she could use that hand to smear the lubricant all over the
shaft.  She felt her pulse quicken as her hand moved over the slick shape.
It felt so realistic.  Every bump and bulge was molded to perfection.  When
she was sure it was covered, she laid back down.  Spreading her legs wider,
she held the thing in her right hand and used the fingers of her left hand
to spread her lips.  She pressed the pink head against her pussy and slid
it around until the tip pressed into her hole.  She pushed.  At first, her
rubbery lips resisted the intrusion.  Then, as if recognizing an old
friend, they happily yielded.  Inch by inch,

   she felt herself being filled and stretched.  She moaned as she
penetrated herself.  She worked it in and out of her pussy a few times to
add some of her own lubricant.  After several strokes, the pink dildo was
buried fully inside her with only the slightly thicker base and black knob
protruding from her cunt.  She lay there, savoring the sensation of being
filled so completely.  She took a few deep breaths and fantasized a little
about the sexy guy from work.  Now she was ready to move to the next step.
She reached between her legs with both hands.  Holding the soft base of the
dildo with one hand, she used the fingertips of her other hand to twist the
black knob just a little.  Accompanied by a soft "zzzzz", the dildo started
vibrating inside her.  The feelings were delicious.  No dick ever felt this
good.  Sure, it wasn't the same as having a man lying over her, kissing her
and thrusting in and out.  And, it couldn't ejaculate inside her.  But the
vibrating!  Oh, how magnificent that

   felt!  She bit her lower lip and savored the feelings.  She tweaked her
nipples and felt the electricity surge through her young trim body.

   The final step.  She reached for the other dildo, the G Spot stimulator.
She wanted to see if it could also be a clit stimulator.  She lubricated it
the same way, although her hand wasn't quite as steady as the first time.
The buzzing in her pussy was distracting her.  Her aim was off a few times
and some of the clear liquid dripped onto the mattress instead of the bent
end of the thin pink shaft.  She smeared the lubricant over the end (the
shaft wouldn't be used this time), then pressed the end to her clit.  She
twisted the base and it started vibrating.  Instantly, shocks shot through
her clit.  The feelings were truly incredible.  This must be what it felt
like to be fucked by one man while another man licked her clit.  Two men at
once was another of her favorite fantasies.  She let out a loud moan of
pleasure that quickly turned to a lower pitched moan of frustration.

   The G Spot dildo slowed its vibrations to a stop.  She roughly twisted
the base a few times, then tapped it with her hand - all to no avail.  Then
she remembered.  She had spent many sessions trying to find her G Spot. 
She had worn out the batteries!  Damn those rechargeable batteries.  They
always go dead at the worst possible time.  The other dildo was still going
strong deep inside her because she had changed those batteries recently. 
While that felt exquisite, she wanted to feel both at once.  She had a
backup set of batteries in the charger, but it was in the kitchen.  She
would have to go get them.  She really didn't want to stop masturbating but
she didn't have a choice.  Not if she wanted to feel both of them working
on her.

   Then, the idea entered her head.  A naughty grin spread across her face
as the plan was hatched.  She didn't have to stop - at least not entirely.
The dildo inside her was set to low.  She could go get the batteries with
the dildo inside her pussy.  Her internal muscles were clenching it enough
that it wouldn't slip out (even with her pussy as wet as it was).  When she
worked it in and out of her cunt, she still felt resistance from the walls
of her channel.  The problem was the back door.  She had left the curtains
open.  By now, the pool deck outside would be full of people.  She would be
in plain view as she walked to the kitchen.  She would have to wear a robe.
The thought of walking in view of all those people with a dildo vibrating
her pussy made her even more excited.  She decided to do it.  She couldn't
wear the silk robe.  It was so thin that her red pubic hair would be
plainly visible without panties.  She was very self conscious about that.
Most girls had dark pubic hair, but sh e was different with her light red
hair.  Guys wanted to know if her hair was the same color all over.  She
always blushed and felt embarrassed when she was with a guy for the first
time and he saw her naked.  She got up slowly, feeling the stiff dildo
bending inside her.  She moaned as the vibrations affected a new area. 
Smiling and raising her eyebrows at the new sensation, she turned and put
her feet on the floor.  She put her hands on the mattress and pushed,
standing up.

   The feelings were incredible.  She couldn't close her legs all the way
with the base of the dildo protruding from her lips She had to stand with
her legs a little apart.  It took an effort not to rock her hips back and
forth.  The sensations washing over her were positively delicious.  She
turned and caught a view of herself in the full-length mirror.  She almost
started to cum right then.  She was completely naked, her feet apart and
the dildo sticking out of her cunt, framed by her brilliant red cunt hair.
What a sight!  She grinned broadly now.  The naughtiness of what she was
about to do thrilled her to new levels.  She imagined what the men on the
pool deck would do if thew say her standing at the glass door like this. 
There would be a line of naked men, fully erect, stretching from her bed to
the patio - all waiting their turn to fuck her.

   That image would have to wait for when she returned to her bed with the
batteries.  She filed that fantasy away in the back of her mind and
concentrated on the task at hand.  She stepped over to the closet to
retrieve her terrycloth robe.  With each step, her wet lips slid over the
stiff shaft filling her.  The thought of walking around with a dildo inside
her had never occurred to her before.  She might have to try this again. 
She slipped on the robe and turned, checking her image in the mirror.  With
the robe on, she looked perfectly normal.  She could have anything on
underneath the robe.  Or, nothing at all except for a vibrator.  She
squeezed her muscles around the intruding shaft and moaned again, smiling
broadly.  Buried deep inside her, the buzzing of the vibrator was almost
inaudible - not that anyone would be able to hear the buzz from outside.

   She walked towards the door.  She tried walking with her legs together
but the ridged shaft rubbed against her sensitive inner thighs.  It was
worse than being eaten out by a man who needed a shave.  The vibrations of
the dildo were also too intense, at least too intense for her to keep a
normal expression on her face.  She had to walk slightly bow-legged, but it
shouldn't be noticeable to anyone looking in the door from the pool.  She
stepped through the bedroom door and turned into the living room.  She took
a deep breath and walked into the room, fully aware that she was now
visible to the people around the pool.  She walked with her gaze on the
kitchen.  She was afraid that if she made eye contact with a friend
outside, they might come to the door to ask her to join them.  A little
more than halfway across the living room, she started to really feel the
dildo.  Not only were the slow vibrations building her towards a peak, each
step she took rubbed her pussy against the thick shaft .  This was a new
sensation.  Her pussy lips were moving back and forth against the slippery
base.  Even the tunnel of her pussy was moving against the intruding
object. Her whole pussy was rubbing against the pleasure giving rod that
filled her.  She kept her eyes focused on the battery charger on the
kitchen counter.  All she had to do was get the batteries and return to the
bedroom.  Then she could drop the robe and drive herself to screaming
orgasms in her bed for hours.  She started taking smaller steps to lessen
the friction against her pussy and the dildo.  The friction was less with
each step, but there were now more steps to take.  She focused on keeping
her expression neutral in case anyone was watching her.

   She was now only a few steps from the counter that held the charger. 
Not only was she determined to get back to the bedroom before she came, she
was also anxious to get the batteries so she could put the second vibrator
on her clit again.  In desperation, she forced herself to quickly take big
steps to close the remaining distance as fast as possible.  She was at the
counter and she grabbed the extra batteries - all four of them.  She didn't
want to have to come back here again.  That was when it happened.

   It must have taken a second or two for the sensations to register in her
fogged brain.  Those last steps, the big fast ones, had forced her slippery
cunt to rub with agonizing friction against the happily vibrating shaft. 
That did it.  She could feel herself slipping into the throes of an orgasm.
This was not going to be an ordinary orgasm.  The dildo alone would be
enough to make her moan loudly.  The different sensations of doing this
standing up were adding to her pleasure.  To top it off, she was now
standing with her back to the open curtains - and she would have to walk
back past the glass door to get to the bedroom.  She was on display as she
approached her climax.  She didn't think she could make it back to the
bedroom before she came.

   A new spasm caused her to drop the four batteries and they clattered to
the countertop.  She gathered her strength and scooped the batteries into
the pocket of her robe.  Each second she delayed drove her closer to her
peak.  She held on to the counter with one hand and tried to reach beneath
the robe with her other to turn the vibrator off.  That wasn't going to
work.  Her level of excitement was causing her juices to ooze out past the
shaft, making the ridged knob too slippery to work with just one hand.  She
was wet and getting wetter.  She could maybe ease one hand under her robe
without being seen, but she certainly couldn't plunge both hands into her
crotch and yank out the slippery dildo with everyone watching.  She was
going to have to walk back to the bedroom - and before she came.

   Cierra made sure the robe still covered her patch of hair (and what was
sticking out of her down there), then turned around to face the door.  It
was almost impossible to control her facial expressions now.  She just
wanted to get back to the bedroom before she totally lost control.  Falling
to the floor and cumming in full view of her friends was simply not an
option.  She took one step and groaned.  The motion was making her cunt
explode with pleasure.  Another step, another slide of her lips across the
shuddering base of the dildo.  She looked through partially squinted eyes
at the bedroom door on the other side of the room.  It seemed to be miles
away.  She didn't dare look out the window to see if anyone was watching
her.  It didn't matter at this point.  She was walking somewhat
stiff-legged and bow-legged in a futile attempt to lessen the contact
between her inflamed pussy and the pulsating dildo.  She almost laughed as
she realized she was now wishing that the batteries in the di ldo would go
dead.  Damn!  Those batteries go dead when you need them, then keep going
and going when you need them to die.  Yeah, and I keep cumming and cumming,
Cierra thought to herself.  She took another step and felt a trickle of her
ample juices start to run down her thigh.  First, she feared that the
people outside would be able to see her wetness running down her legs. 
Then, the horrifying thought hit her that, if she kept getting wetter, the
dildo might become so slick that it might fall out of her cunt, in full
view of the people outside.  At that thought, she tried to grip it a little
tighter with her cunt muscles and almost came right there.  Her heart was
pounding, from the onrushing orgasm and from the fear of being discovered.
One step at a time, she shuffled and struggled towards the door - which
didn't seeme to be getting any closer.  It was like a dream where the
harder you tried to run, the slower you seemed to move.  The red-haired
girl tried thinking about when s he got back to her bed and could surrender
to the feelings threatening to collapse her weakening knees, but thinking
about her inevitable orgasm only excited her more and brought her closer to
climax.  She was trying to race an ocean wave.  She had to make it to the
bedroom before her wave crashed over the beach.  Another agonizing throb.
She cursed herself for keeping the battery charger in the kitchen.  She
cursed herself for leaving the drapes open.  Step.  Ohhh!  She cursed
herself for wanting to try two vibrators at the same time.  Step.  Ahhh! 
She cursed herself for even buying those damned dildos in the first place.
Step.  Fuuuck!  She was sure she wouldn't make it.  Step.  She drew in her
breath sharply.  One more step and she could grab onto the doorframe to
steady herself, if her trembling knees didn't give out first.  She
remembered how she had tried something she read about on femalefirst.  She
tried masturbating by holding her showerhead against her clit.  She
immediately fell t o her knees as her legs gave out, almost pulling the
showerhead hose out of the wall.  She took a deep breath and stepped.  The
lungful of air was expelled as a really loud moan, but she had her hand on
the doorframe.  Her fingernails tried to dig into the wood to hold her
trembling body up.

   She was so tempted to shove her other hand under the robe and extract
the vibrator.  She couldn't do that yet.  She could still be seen from the
door.  Instead of stepping, she tried dragging one foot across the floor.
The texture of the carpet caused her foot to bounce slightly, transmitting
the vibration up her leg and directly to the top of her cunt, rubbing her
clit.  She felt like she needed to pee.  Shit!  That was the sign that she
was going to ejaculate, from what she had read.  Great!  She was going to
have her first female ejaculation - all over the carpet and in full view of
the people outside.  She tentatively took one more step, moving inside the
door and out of view.  She was safe now.  She wanted to reach the bed, but
she was fully prepared to fall to a squat on the floor and cum right there
if necessary.  She eyed the edge of the mattress.  A really deep breath now
and she tried to hold it in.  She took two quick steps and spun around. 
She basically collapsed backwards onto

   the sheets, hitting the mattress with a squeak of the bedsprings, as the
wave broke over her.

   She was too close to the edge of the bed, and lacked the strength at
that point to slide further onto the bed, to put her feet up on the
mattress.  She struggled to lift her legs and try, but her legs fell back
down, handing off the end of the bed, spread apart.  She was cumming now,
harder than she ever recalled before.  She fumbled with the thick terry tie
on the robe but her trembling fingers couldn't get it undone.  Her brain
was unable to concentrate.  She pulled the front of the robe up.  Her right
hand gripped the slippery end of the vibrator.  She wanted to turn up the
vibrations but she couldn't manage that, so she settled for pumping the
whole thing in and out of her cunt.  The index finger of her other hand
moved to her clit.  She intended to rub circles over her nub, but it was
too sensitive.  She settled for using two fingers to rub circles over the
top of her lips.  This transmitted through the lips to her clit, providing
sufficient stimulation.

   Cierra was moaning now, or maybe it was closer to screaming.  The sounds
coming out of her open mouth were practically continuous.  She was unaware
of what sound she was making.  Her entire being focused on her cunt.  The
feelings radiating out of there overwhelmed all her other senses.  She lay
there and came.  Her hips were pumping, her hand fucking the dildo in and
out of her pussy, her other hand vigorously rubbing the top of her lips.

   When it was over, all the tension released at once.  She must have moved
forward on the bed from all the thrashing because Cierra slid to the floor.
She landed on the carpet with a thud.  The impact pushed the dildo further
into her, making her grunt.  She leaned back against the end of the bed and
caught her breath.

   After about five minutes of sitting there (and reliving the experience
in her mind), she pulled out the dildo, turned it off, got up on shaky legs
and crawled onto the bed, pulling the sheet with her.  She looked at the
dildo, covered in her juices and with a few red pubic hairs stuck to it. 
She was going to take a nap when the phone rang.  She answered it.  It was
her friend, Linda, who lived in the building.

   "Cierra, honey, are you alright?  I saw you pass by the window and you
didn't look so good," Linda said.

   "Oh, I'll be alright.  I'm just feeling a little under the weather this
morning," Cierra explained.

   "Do you want me to come over and bring you anything?" asked Linda.

   "No!  Uh, I mean, I'll be OK.  I just need to rest.  Maybe I'll be out
by the pool later."

   "OK," Linda said, sounding not fully convinced.  "If you need anything,
just call.  I have my phone with me out by the pool.  Bye."

   Cierra hung up the phone.  She was breathing hard, realizing she was
almost caught.  When she thought about it, she broke into a grin.  She
thought about how she was being watched after all, and how close she came
to cumming in full view of everyone.  "What a rush," she said out loud. 
Then she thought about trying to walk to the kitchen again - and there was
still the second dildo to try.  "It's going to be an interesting day," she
said to no one, as she closed her eyes to nap until later.



   The End

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