Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

“This pussy belongs to me-“ he growls “-not Eric , not anybody else, Mine!” He slaps my clit continuously, his dick taming into my insides at the same time. I’m going to cum” I cried out eyes rolling to the back of my head His thumb picks up pace, his dick dragging against my front walls “yess baby, cum on this dick, cum on my cock like a good girl” . I came hard, harder than all the other times , my whole body shaking as my pussy clamped down on him hard.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

I could see the small veins in it begging to be fucked already, mhungry for the taste of a female coochie. “Lily, come. and sit on it.” He used my arm and pulled me closer, loser his legs a bit si i can fit. Before i lowered myself onto him, he whispered into my ears. “I want to fuck your ass hole baby.” “I am not sure i can take it.” My voice was shaky and nervous but he got the message. “Pete, get me the lubricant.” “Okay.” Peter went inside and he flicked my nipples, making me moan and arch my back into him.

Even more intriguing, she was also wondering if her faithful steed would be willing to have another hot young woman join in their next escapade, because she had a close friend who also enjoyed kinky sex. Peter felt great too. Eating Tanya's pussy and fucking her been just as fantastic for him, and he hoped they could get together regularly. Besides that, he had actually enjoyed giving the young hotsy a ponyback ride, even when she used her crop on his ass. It hadn't hurt enough to even think about, and the fun Tanya had doing it had made her even more sexually aroused than she would otherwise have been.

Rather than feeling ashamed, Cassidy could hear her heart pounding in anticipation as she stared up at the four men who were now stark naked before her. “You're going to cum so hard by the time we're through with you,” Ethan hummed, already on his knees. “Damn right. We'd fuck you in every hole, and you'd enjoy it, sexy red.” “Open your legs for me, baby.” Soon enough, it felt like she was floating, except that she was screaming, and gasping, and moaning, and groaning. One minute Ethan's tongue was flicking through her labia, the next Tim was sucking her breast like he was a new born baby. Leon focused on letting his fingers do the work, and Lance?

The scent of sex filled the small back compartment — musky, sweet, and unmistakably filthy. One of his hands slid down to rub her swollen clit in tight circles while he continued pounding up into her. Grace’s thighs shook violently. She leaned back against his strong chest, letting her head fall onto his shoulder as he used her body. The risk made everything more intense. At any moment Peter could glance in the rearview mirror, ask a question, or decide to pull over. The thought terrified her… and turned her on more than anything ever had. “Quiet, baby,” Collins whispered, biting her earlobe. “Don’t let Dad hear you getting fucked so good. You’re my slut now. Say it.”

Peter stopped and turned to face me. “Listen, Abigail. I just don’t have time for all this, I’m sure you can find something better to do. Or you can satisfy yourself the way all those girls do.” Peter said with a wave of his hand. He obviously didn’t know anything about how girls satisfied themselves. He was rich so he didn’t bother about satisfying anyone other than himself. Peter was about to keep on talking when his phone rang. He had left his phone on the bed close to me so I got a clear view of who the phone call was from. It was a contact saved as ‘Hotlegs’ with three heart emojis.

Inside, a man and a woman were entangled on the bed, their clothes completely removed. Some people immediately covered their faces, unable to look any longer. The more timid young ladies even let out frightened screams. My mother flew into a rage. "Charlotte Young! You have some nerve—how dare you commit such indecent, shameless acts! "Drag her out here. I'll kill her myself!" "Who exactly are you dragging out, Mom?" The people in front of me spun around. I was standing at the back of the crowd, stretching on my toes to peer over their shoulders, my expression nothing but mild curiosity.

“Stretching Mommy’s married hole again right under her son’s nose. What if Jake walks in right now? Sees me bouncing on this fat cock that belongs to his best friend. Sees my tits bouncing while you breed me?” The dirty risk made everything ten times hotter. I thrust up gently to meet her, burying myself balls-deep. Elena’s mouth opened in a silent, desperate gasp, her eyes widening. Her creamy juices coated my balls and leaked down to my ass. I slid one hand down to rub her swollen clit in slow, firm circles while she rode me like a filthy secret.