Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

Lisa What? I was taken aback by Mr. Peter’s disrespectful and inappropriate behavior. Was he kidding? What did he take me for? A whore? Today, I wouldn’t hesitate to put this bald, ugly old man in his place. “What are you saying, Mr. Peter? I should do what?” I asked. “You want me to kneel and suck you?” “I know you want it too, baby,” he sneered arrogantly. “Can you please stop acting like you’re a virgin?”

Rather than push him away, I put my hand over his head and held it close to my breast while I reveled in the sensation while my other hand wrapped around his manhood as I caressed it to its fullest extent. Thoughts of all the wonderfully sinful things that Peter did to me while we’d made love tried to force their way into my mind as I felt the need rising in my abdomen and between my thighs once more. It was clear to me that I’d need a good dose of sex with Max and that he’d have to do some of those wonderful, sinful things to me - and maybe a few new wonderful and sinful things - if I was going to push the last year of sex with that cheating lair, Peter, out of my mind. “Come inside,” I sa

Excitement flooded me. “No,” he said. “Stay right where you are.” He set some of the ropes in the small of my back as if I were a table. He ran his hand up my thigh and felt me up. I was wet. He caressed my ass. “You know how I like this cute butt of yours…and I know how you like it doggie-style. Just spread your legs for me. Now.” My eyes fluttered closed and a hot, soft, aroused sound escaped from my lips. That sort of thing was all that Peter had to say to make me lose control, and he knew it.

she shrieked, voice cracking into something inhuman, legs kicking uselessly against the car. “Do you want me to stop, Miss Kensington?” Peter asked, pausing. Maddie immediately shook her head, yelling at him. “No! Push that fist in!” Pete twisted and pushed slow until his entire fist disappeared inside her guts with a final, sloppy squelch. Cum squirted out around his wrist in thick ropes, forced out by the sheer size of him. “Damn,” he groaned, staring down at where his forearm vanished into her. “I’m wrist-deep in your shithole, Miss Kensington.”

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

“Sammy, my simmering illusion of reality wrapped you around me, no more holding back. This lover’s sensual erotic dream is going to be our reality tonight.” Peter settled her in the middle of the bed lying beside her just quietly drinking in her naked beauty. He looked into her dark desire filled eyes. He was controlling his fire wanting her to want him just as badly. Her eyes certainly tell no lies. His eyes wandered further burning over her full breasts that was swollen clearly in need of attention. His hand reached out, two fingers traced the line from the hollow of her neck between her breasts down her flat stomach circling around her belly bottom stopping short just suggesting his inten

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

"Please, Peter. Fuck me. Give me your cock." He lifted his mouth from her nipple, grinning at her. "Someone's a little horny." "No," she said. "Someone's a lot horny. Please!" Peter gave her an evil laugh as he stopped rubbing her crotch and yanked her pants open, the zipper ripping downward as he spread the front of her pants wide enough to slip his hand inside. She felt his fingers dip under the waistband of her panties as he searched out her hardened clit. She groaned when he did, his fingers rubbing it, gliding back and forth over the sensitive pearl, dipping into her wetness. "Please!" Then, he shoved two fingers into her pussy, curling them just right so he could rub against her sweet

The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there. Professor Kane broke the kiss and looked down at her. His eyes were dark with lust. “Sit on the desk.” Sara did as he said, hopping up so her ass rested on the wooden surface. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooked his fingers into her panties. He pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. Now she was bare in front of him. Cool air hit her hot, wet pussy, making her shiver. He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. Sara’s heart raced. She looked down and watched as he leaned in. His breath brushed over her sensitive skin first, warm and teasing. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entran

Her hand rubbed the base of my shaft as she did so. Despite this incredible attention, I realized that I was still almost as much turned on by the image of Erika's ass being firmly clasped by Peter, her eyes closed in pleasure at the way he was clearly worshiping her. Almost. The combination of Sara's naked reality and intruding imagination about Erika in Peter's embrace left me hotter than I could remember ever being.