Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

Peter reached out and gently stroked her eyes, the bridge of her nose, and then his fingers slowly slid down those plump pink lips, he didn't need to try it to know it was very soft and sweet. The man's throat slid up and down, and the hot scene of them that night flashed in his mind again. Peter cursed under his breath, how can the memory that has passed almost a year, but he still remembers it so clearly in his head? Too perverted. Looking at the eyes still can't help but look at the lips, then look at the collarbone hidden through the fragile sleeping clothes of a woman, in the unknown light space even more stimulating his vision. The crotch very close to Mia's head resting on his lap pro

“Dani is everything okay back there?“ Peter asks with fake concern and I almost throw everything into the wind, I almost moan loudly with how good the vibrator feels against my clit, I am soaking wet and my jeans can no longer hide it but instead I play the role of daddy's good girl. “Y-yes…” I stutter in a high pitch whimper and the car shakes again from climbing over a speed bump, damn it, Peter is going to make me cum in the car with my mom right in front of us. It's so sexy and scary at the same time, what if mom catches us? The smell of my sex is starting to fill the air and mix with her strong perfume and it's intoxicating. The perfume her husband bought for her, mixing with musk of he

Noticing her discomfort, Peter enthusiastically knelt like a gentleman and took off her heels, not to help her but just to touch her inappropriately. Emma gasped when his fingers brushed her s*x over the fabric. The sweat of dread started to form over her forehead, with the realization that she had trapped herself in a very huge mess. “Just getting you ready, beauty.” Peter smirked shamelessly as he withdrew his fingers. Though Emma felt disgusting and humiliation, she controlled her expression. "Cou...could we be in the car?" Her voice was so soft that Peter was more turned on. But considering the warning of his boss, he was a bit hesitant.

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

"I want to be his dirty little secret. I want him to fuck me while my mother is in the next room. I want to taste him, Father. I want to suck his cock until he cums down my throat and makes me swallow every drop of his sin." Ryder was jerking himself so hard the bench he sat on creaked. He could almost feel her heat through the wood. "You're a little slut, Ruth-Ann," he panted, the mask of the priest completely gone. "You're a filthy, untouchable little slut, and God help me, I'm going to give you exactly what you're begging for." "Yes, please, Father. Do it!" she screamed softly, her body beginning to shake. "Put your hand through the screen! Touch me!"

“I need her on her knees. I notice their smile freeze on their faces. “Isn’t she bad news?” Pan hisses. “The first time we touched her she almost got three of us in trouble.” “All the reason I need to give her as much humiliation as I faced.” They keep quiet and Pan pretends to eat from my plate. “If you must know, she is at the lakeside…” Peter whispers and leans closer. “Alone.”

Linda was warming to her task now, the dirtier she felt the easier it became to talk like a dirty whore. In the back seat Nicola shifted in her seat, she couldn't deny a certain dampness in her own panties, maybe she had been wrong about this one, she was a natural. Linda's hand was a blur as it flashed in and out of her cunt bringing her closer to orgasm, she couldn't bear it any longer and let herself go, grunting like an animal she came violently. She could feel Peter leering at her and saw him rubbing his cock out of the corner of her eye. She knew what was coming next, his prick was rigid and she saw him fumbling with his zipper.

“You really are pathetic.” His breath hitched. “Fuck… Jenny” “Don’t you dare, not until she’s done.” He moaned again as his hands slipped from my waist, powerless, the lust and pleasure now in total control. “Tara?” I called, not stopping my rhythm. She looked up, her voice breathless but firm. “Almost done. Just one more folder.” Ethan’s nails dug into the arms of the chair. “You think you’re winning?” “We already did,” I said flatly, as I grinded slowly on his cock.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.