Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

Lira’s hand tangles in my hair as she yanks my head down while the monstrous cock keeps growing, getting so big that I know I can’t possibly take all that length. The cock slaps heavy and hot against my cheek with a wet thwack. It’s huge—thicker than my wrist, veined like twisted ropes under velvet-smooth violet skin, the fat purple head already leaking a steady stream of precum that stretches in shiny strings from my skin to the slit, begging me to lick it off. The musky scent hits me hard, sweet and arousing, making my empty cunt clench around nothing. “Open that pretty whore mouth, Skyler.” Lira purrs, voice low and rough.

~ “Yea, oh fuck. Show me more of your body, show me your ass and your sweet little virgin pussy, then come here and sit on this huge dick. Let me tear your hymen and fuck you like a whore—” Peter hadn’t finished his words when his phone started ringing again, disrupting the sexual atmosphere he had created.

His length was in her pussy but the effect of the pounding made every cell explode. He had aroused feelings she never knew were there simply. All the pent-up pleasure kept riveting through her pussy walls. She fought hard to breathe through it all. At a point, she could not scream but simply left her mouth open as tears strolled down her cheeks. She could see herself in the clouds riding on a horse. Peter was that horse. "Have you always been this good in bed?" Peter asked. "No, my love. I guess novelty makes sex sweeter. You are a semi-virgin. No man has ever ruined that pussy. Not even Fenris I'm sure. I'm glad to be the first real man in your life."

Who knew? “I don’t know,” I said. “I’d love him to try publishing again. His work is too good not to.” “Thrillers?” “I guess so.” “Or dirtier? Erotica?” I smirked. “He’d be an absolute beast at erotica.” “Hopefully I’ll find out for myself later. He doesn’t seem shy. Not around us, anyway.” When I heard another of Peter’s comfortable roars of laughter from the kitchen, and Julian’s chuckle alongside it, and the clink of a fresh toast of whisky, I was pretty sure she would get to read some of it.

Her skin was crimson with the prints of his fingers and marks of his males scraping her once flawless skin. "Ride me." She gasped when he sat himself by the support of the back of the seat and took her in his lap, her legs on both sides. "S-sir please," She cried but Peter angrily popped his length inside her and nibbled her neck. Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw the Alpha's serene Housekeeper's face. This young girl in his lap didn't feel as soft as her but he was getting satisfied to some extent. Peter imagined taking Aura's n*pples in his mouth and sucked them. He hugged the girl's waist drawing her close as he buried his face in her boobs. He assumed she was Aurora and he was finally

"Holy shit." “Happy birthday, Baby.” Bronx gives me a quick kiss on the forehead, then backs away and looks around. Nothing happens to indicate Aphrodite will try to interfere. “Peter says now that you’ve completed your quest to protect the Menae, it won't grow anymore. You can take the book home or you can destroy it. It’s up to you.” “Hold up. Wait. Wait. Wait just a second.” I sit on the edge of a chair that is pulled away from the table and tilt my head at Pan. “You've been calling yourself Peter Payne and no one has ever called you out on that crap?”

On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers A sharp ping cut through the moment. I groaned in frustration, pulling my soaked fingers free and grabbing my phone. Zane’s name lit up the screen. I tapped the message and a photo filled it...his hard cock, flushed and veined, the pink head glistening with a fat bead of precum that trailed down the shaft. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. Below the image his text read: “He misses his hot, sexy girl" I typed back with one hand while the other slipped back into my panties, two fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy.

Ron gave her a light slap. “Step open.” Vera obeyed, parting her legs without hesitation. Ron’s hand traced her belly, then slipped lower, past her navel, until his fingers dipped between the lips of her bare pussy. She was already soaked. He spread her open and looked over at Peter. “Look at that. Look at her pussy, son.” Peter’s hand was moving now, slow strokes over his shaft. “It’s amazing. I know.” “You want to fuck her again already, don’t you?”

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.