An erotic version of the Peter Pan fantasy

Peter Pan yawned and stretched. He realized that he
was pretty sleepy and decided he would go to sleep a
bit early. All that business with bringing Wendy and
her little brothers to Never-Never Land had made him
tired. Peter was still a boy, though not a little one,
and didn’t have the stamina of a full-grown adult. But
it didn’t bother him because he got to do whatever he
wanted and didn’t have to do any chores or obey any
rules. Never-Never Land was a wonderful place to live.

Peter took off his cap and then his shirt. He sat
down on the bed to remove his boots. As he was doing
this, Tinkerbell flew in.

“Hi Tinkerbell,” Peter said cheerfully. Tinkerbell
glared at Peter, then lifted her nose in the air and
flew over to her own little tiny bed. Peter sighed.
Apparently Tinkerbell was still upset with him about
bringing Wendy along. He couldn’t really understand
why, because Wendy as such a nice lady.

No, she isn’t a lady, Peter thought to himself
firmly. She’s a girl. Adults can’t come to Never-Never
Land. Peter wondered why had thought of Wendy as a
lady. Maybe because she was a bit bossy.

Peter shrugged. He was tired and didn’t feel like
worrying about anything now. He climbed into bed but
didn’t pull the covers up. It was warm in the tree, and
why should he sleep with covers if he didn’t want to?
In fact, why should he even wear his tights? No one was
around to tell him he had to. Peter grinned, then got
out of bed and took his tights off. He glanced over at
Tinkerbell, who seemed to be asleep already, then went
ahead and took his undershorts off too. Then he got
back into bed, and put out the light. Sighing in
comfort, Peter closed his eyes and let his mind drift
off into Slumber Land.

Tinkerbell was upset that Wendy was here. In fact,
Tinkerbell was jealous. She had always liked Peter Pan,
and had stayed with him for a while. To her he was a
strong, beautiful man and she had always felt a bit
like his…… well wife isn’t exactly the right word.
Tinkerbell was a fairy, and fairies don’t have quite
the same customs as humans. They don’t usually develop
very strong emotional ties to anyone, but they do en-
gage in a fair amount of sexual activity. In fact,
fairies are a downright promiscuous people. Tinkerbell
hadn’t been with her own kind in some time. While there
was nothing really preventing her from leaving, she
stayed because of some sort of strange attachment she
felt for Peter. Not being completely familiar with
human emotions, she wondered if it was loyalty.

Thinking about her own people, Tinkerbell remem-
bered especially the fairy males. How long had it been
since she had last been held by a fairy man? She
realized it had been during one of the annual Festival
Flights, when many fairy folk flew into the air in
celebration, coupling in all sorts of combinations. She
had been in a trio with two fairy men…. what had they
looked like?

Tinkerbell was surprised that she could not remem-
ber, but before this could disturb her, she remembered
what they had done that night.

A familiar warmth began to flood into Tinkerbell’s
stomach and run down into her crotch. Feeling an urge
to play with herself, she remembered that Peter was
still in the room, getting ready for bed. This thought
caused a little quiver to transverse down her spine and
made her cute little ass cheeks flex slightly. She res-
trained herself from jamming her hands into her under-
pants and instead pretended to be asleep, though she
kept her eyes cracked open just enough to see. She
carefully turned her head to check on Peter.

He was taking off his tights.

She watched, holding her breath, as he folded them
carefully and placed them by his shirt. She watched as
he removed his underpants and then let out her breath
slowly once Peter had put out the light.

Tinkerbell realized that she had been staring at
his crotch the whole time. While he was still young for
a human, he wasn’t really a little boy. His cock had
been soft, and probably small by adult human standards.
But to a female fairy who was getting very horny and
was only about four inches tall, his cock was a
monster.

Tinkerbell noticed that she was starting to shift
her hips back and forth, and that her underpants were
very damp, practically soaking. Now that it was dark,
she lifted up her short little fairy skirt and slid her
undies off. She flattened her legs on the bed, but as
soon as the image of Peter’s limp cock flashed in her
mind, her legs involuntarily spread themselves out into
an upside-down V. Knowing there was no way she was go-
ing to be able to get to sleep now, Tinkerbell slid her
right hand down across her fabric covered stomach, then
lifted up her skirt. She sighed in pleasure as her hand
caressed the point beneath her belly button and brushed
the few strands of golden hair. She let her hand follow
the trail of hairs down until she was stroking the
outer lips of a wet, hot slit. She slipped two fingers
into her fairy pussy and stroked the inside edges.

Feeling her nipples poking hard against the fabric
of her short dress, she pushed her left hand underneath
it and tweaked her left nipple. Tinkerbell was now
breathing hard, and giving out little gasps as her
index and middle finger slowly swirled around the im-
mediate inside of her pussy, slick with juices. Arching
her back, Tinkerbell felt the coupling urge of flight.

She realized she’d have to be airborne to obtain
orgasm and fully enjoy the pleasures. She reluctantly
pulled her hands away from herself and removed her
dress, taking care to fold her wings up.

When the warm air contacted with her naked skin,
already developing a fine sheen of sweat, she moaned
quietly. Then she licked her lips in anticipation and
started to caress her breasts in earnest, which were
small but firm, standing out and up. Her nipples were
very hard nubs surrounded by pink aureole and they act-
ually quivered when she blew on them. Her wings were
already unfolding and starting to flutter in time with
the hot blood pulsing around her body.

Tinkerbell floated into the air slowly as her hands
roamed over her soft skin, across her stomach, past her
groin and to her tights,which spread wide at her touch.
Her wings were beating faster now, and she flew through
the dark air, thrilling at the warm air sliding along
her naked body like a lost lover, and her mind filled
with the image of the two fairy men chasing her, their
cocks waving merrily in the wind. She imagined them
chasing her across the night in a mating flight of
great intensity.

By now, Tinkerbell was glowing rather brightly,
with a faint pulse to the light. Her sighs and moans
would sound like odd, quivering chimes faintly heard to
most people, but to Peter Pan they would be as plain as
any human woman’s cries. In fact, Peter hadn’t fallen
totally asleep, having slightly disturbing images in
his head of Wendy flying along with him that day, her
nightgown billowing in the passing air and sometimes a
glimpse of her pantied bottom would show. Not really
awake, Peter was unaware of the blood stirring slightly
in his penis, signaling the beginning of a young ado-
lescent erection.

But by then, Tinkerbell was flying, and the light
she gave off along with her strange (to Peter) cries,
pulled Peter out of his drowse. He blinked his eyes
blurrily at the glowing figure that was gliding through
the room, and when he realized it was Tinkerbell, with
nothing covering her body, his heart started pounding
and he became rather wide awake.

Tinkerbell was imagining the two strong fairy males
getting closer and closer, and then they caught her.
She did a tumble in the air and hovered in place, her
eyes closed. She didn’t realize that she was over Peter
Pan’s bed, only a few feet above his stomach. Her hands
were buried in her crotch as she used her right three
fingers to pump the very wet hole between her legs, and
twiddled her clit with the left hand. She imagined one
of the fairy males was sticking his hard cock into her
pussy and pumping it slowly in and out, while the other
one offered his cock to her mouth. Tinkerbell’s left
hand went to her lips and she sucked hungrily at her
fingers, tasting the tangy lubricants. She moaned
loudly as her imaginary mate increased his rate, and
her fingers were pumping faster into her hungry pussy.

Peter was too stunned to wonder what Tinkerbell
was doing, or why. He was too stunned to even say any-
thing. His stomach felt funny, but not like he was
sick. He felt a strange sort of throbbing, as if some-
one were pulling on his penis. He glanced at it and saw
that it was sticking up, bent slightly towards him. It
seemed to be pointing at Tinkerbell’s writhing form. He
looked back at her and listened intently to what she
was saying. Most of the sounds he heard weren’t very
familiar to him, but he did recognize words like “fuck”
“pussy”, and “cock”, though he was never sure what they
meant. Tinkerbell was using them quite a bit.

“Uuuuuuh, I’m gonna come,” Tinkerbell gasped to her
imaginary partners. She had put her left hand back to
work on her clitoris, twirling her pinky around it and
flicking it with her thumb. Her right hand was soaked
with lubricants and the three fingers pumping in and
out of her pussy made squishing sounds. “Fuck me you
bastard, stick that cock up my cunt! Uuuuh…UUUUH! Do
it, do it!!” Tinkerbell had lost all thought of where
she was and her fantasy coupling flight totally
occupied her senses.

Until she heard Peter Pan gasp.

Her fingers still automatically pumping, she opened
her eyes and found herself looking right at Peter. His
eyes were very wide and he seemed to be breathing hard.
Realizing what had happened didn’t stop the flood that
was building up in her, and when Tinkerbell glanced
down, she caught sight of Peter’s erection.

“UUUUUUH!! OOOOOOOOHHHHH!!! I’M COMMMMING!!!!!” She
shrieked. Her hands were a blur and the glow from her
body flared brilliantly as her hips bucked. She felt
the lips of her pussy eagerly clamping down on her
fingers as she stared at Peter’s hard cock. The tip was
oozing clear liquid, and she felt herself sending off
from climax to orgasm as his cock actually twitched and
shot off streams of pure white sperm. The first one hit
her square in the face, she was falling and coming and
moaning.

Peters sperm was shooting out all over his stomach
and chest. Weary but satisfied, Tinkerbell fell onto
Peter Pan’s stomach, covered from head to toe.

What would Wendy think, if she could see them now,
Tinkerbell thought, with a sly smile……