Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

“You are not in your right senses, Benita.” She sat up on the bed still holding his hand. “I want you. My body needs warmth and you are here Peter.” “We shouldn't do it.” Peter shook his head. “No one will know. This isn't the first time.” She said and her second hand came up and touched his thigh. Peter didn't move and her hand went up from his thigh and touched his crotch hidden behind his trousers, he stared at her hand for some seconds then he shifted away releasing his hand from her grip.

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Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

She made a broken sound, which was half sob, half moan. “No… please, don’t-” Her voice cracked. He finger-fucked her harder, curling his fingers, sucking on her clit until her hips started twitching against his face. Her body was betraying her. Juice ran down his hand. When she was close, he stood up suddenly, unzipping his combat pants. His thick, veined cock sprang free, and already leaking at the tip. Bigger than anything she’d probably ever taken. Elena’s eyes widened in real panic. “It won’t fit- please-”

Warning: This is a Gay sex story please skip it if you are not interested. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

Azrael. Towering. Horned. Skin like polished obsidian that seemed to absorb the light. His eyes glowed molten gold as they locked onto me. Muscles rippled across his massive chest and arms. And between his powerful thighs hung the most terrifying, beautiful cock I had ever seen. Thick as my wrist, ridged, already leaking glowing precum that smelled like sin and dark honey. My mouth went dry. My pussy clenched hard. “What have we here?” His voice rolled like thunder wrapped in silky velvet. “A little mortal witch playing with forces she cannot control.”

“Such a pretty pink pussy. Look how it’s dripping for us.” I squirmed, wrists still trapped above my head, but Zane’s grip was iron. Luca leaned in and licked a slow, broad stripe up my slit, tongue flicking against my aching clit. Pleasure exploded through me. “Oh god…” My knees buckled, but they held me up.

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.