Erotica from Penthouse Read Free Page A

“Aren't we being a little piggy?” I mumbled something out of embarrassment, but he paid no attention. With the nonchalance of someone who had tested vibrators a thousand times, he threw batteries into each one, twisted them with a flick of the wrist, then flipped them back into the box. Like a waiter reciting the specials of the day, he then advised: “Remove the batteries after each use. Keep them clean. Don't use them in the tub. Have a nice day.”
    Liz tore the wrapping paper away like a kid. “You really did it?” she cried. Then she started giggling “Two! Oh, my God.”
    I slipped the big one out of the box and turned it on. Liz gasped. “Jesus, it's loud, isn't it?”
    “Don't worry,” I said. “The neighbors will just think it's an electric toothbrush.”
    With the thing still buzzing in my hand I put my arms around her and lifted her skirt from behind. I slid it down her ass and between her legs. The sound was muffled as it disappeared beneath her skirt and touched her pantyhose. I drove it between her thighs and poked it through to the front. Liz's mouth dropped open with pleasure. I kissed her deeply while lifting her gently to her toes with the vibrator pressing against her cunt. She was moaning now as her’ weight brought the buzzing bullet into direct contact with her clitoris.
    I put it between us and we held it with our crotches while embracing. Liz began to grind against me. I pulled down her pantyhose and took off my shirt and tie. We kissed deeply. My hand played with her cunt. It was open and wet as her outer lips gave way to my fingers.
    I moved down to kiss her breasts and suddenly jumped. The vibrator was between my legs. Liz was rubbing it over my ass and against my balls. I felt a boiling sensation against my peritoneum, a buzzing throughout my testicles and inside me. “That feels weird,” I shuddered, “but wonderful.”
    Liz smiled lewdly as she roamed with it all over my thighs and crotch. “A cock of my own,” she giggled. “How do you like that?”
    I was fully erect. I knew I would come in seconds if I entered her. So I took the vibrator and used it to caress her breasts and stomach. She closed her eyes and slowly parted her legs, pushing a pillow beneath her. “I'm the birthday girl,” she whispered. “And I want my present now.”
    I felt like spurting my come all over her stomach. But I wanted to climax with her. So instead I knelt beside her on my haunches. I stroked her face with one hand and nuzzled the buzzing vibrator into her opening. Its quivering tip just barely nudged her cunt open. Liz moaned and whimpered and finally pleaded, “Oh, please, don't tease me.”
    Our lovemaking always had an element of taunting. When she was excited, I made her admit that she was a hungry little whore. That admission caused her last inhibition to snap and she would grow even wilder, bucking her hips and in a low guttural voice begging to be fucked.
    So I teased her with the dildo, pushing it in slightly and withdrawing it. “We have a hungry little cunt tonight,” I murmured.
    “Please don't do this,” she sighed. “Stick it in me. Please.”
    Bringing her knees up she swallowed three fourths of the vibrator. I pulled it out and slowly slid it back and forth again and again. It made wet smacking noises as it parted her pussy. She moaned softly, lost in the pleasure coming from between her legs. Then I began pumping her with a steady rhythm. I watched her buck to meet every thrust. The buzzing went from loud to soft as the shiny white cylinder slithered deeply in and out of her.
    My voyeurism became rampant now. Wanting to see her pleasure herself, I placed her hand over my own on the vibrator. She grabbed it without hesitation and then she began plunging it into herself even faster than before.
    While Liz was fucking herself furiously with the 10-inch dildo, I leaned over to retrieve the little one from the bedside table. My cock brushed her face. With her eyes still