Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

“It’s the same energy. Worship it. Tease it. Make her drip down your chin before you even put a finger inside.” She stood up gracefully, hooked her thumbs into her long skirt, and slid it down her thick thighs. Black lace panties followed, revealing her completely. Her pussy was smooth, puffy, and already glistening with arousal. My mouth watered. Elara sat on the edge of the velvet-covered table, spreading her legs wide. The crystal sphere sat beside her like a silent witness. “Come here,” she beckoned. “On your knees first.” I knelt between her thighs, staring at her wet folds. Her scent was intoxicating—sweet and musky.

I sighed, “It was fine.” “Just fine? Come on man. She's a pretty little thing and I don't know what she sees in you, but whatever it is, she likes you. Only one who is blind won't see that. You can't just say fine. I need more!” Peter's eyes narrowed at me. “I’m not telling you anything else. I've said too much already. I am not talking sex with you.” Peter chuckled. He had succeeded in making me even say this much, and he was not going to get anything else from me.

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.

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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

The old guy stared with wide, terrified eyes but couldn’t move. Jax yanked her scrub pants down in one rough pull, along with her panties. Elena kicked and twisted, but he caught her ankles and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was exposed, and it was pink, neatly trimmed, already glistening a little despite how hard she fought. "Look at that," Jax muttered. "Already getting wet for it." "I’m not," she spat, tears in her eyes. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick and heavy cock, leaking at the tip. Elena’s eyes widened.

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "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.”