Peter+Wendy

I watched him from the sandy shoreline as he flitted from one stone to the next. All the mermaids laughed and cooed, encouraging his childish behavior. As much as I fancied the idea of mermaids, these all had vile personalities. That is, unless you were Peter. He reveled in the attention and visited the lagoon often to receive it. Though the mermaids did not care for me, which was fine because the feeling was mutual, I still came to the lagoon to watch them. They truly were beautiful. They would sunbathe on the rocks that poked above the water line at the far end of the lagoon. I would watch them brush their long, silky hair and listen to them sing with their angelic voices. I guess I was jealous. They were just so perfect. How did their hair never look matted from the salty water? How did their seashells cover their perfect breasts and not fall off? Seriously, nothing holds them on.

One day, an unusually hot day, I sat watching the mermaids when I noticed Peter standing on the small cliff that jutted out over the water. I would normally pay him no mind, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him removing his tunic. He had never done this when he visited them before, at least not that I ever noticed, and I found myself more intrigued than I expected. Next he slipped off his trousers and stretched his arms high into the air. Just to show off no doubt. My cheeks blushed and I averted my eyes, but only for a moment before I found myself looking again.

I had always thought of him as that lanky boy I had a crush on a few years back. But now, though he was far away, I could tell that his body had changed since then. He was more muscular, not bulky by any means, but fit. Watching him made me realise that my body had changed too. I was now eighteen and my body had blossomed in ways I thought Peter had never noticed. He still treated me like a mother and I guess I had started to act like one. And most of the time he still acted like a child. There was always some silly game that he would dream up and I always played along.

My mouth stood agape as he dove gracefully into the water below wearing only his under shorts. He barely created a splash. A strange sense of arousal washed over me. I could see him swimming under the crystal clear water until he finally resurfaced near the rocks that the mermaids were lounging on. They splashed one another, laughing and swimming in the cool water, causing that arousal to quickly fade. Besides, a mother should not be attracted to her children. On the other hand, I was not actually his mother. Since Neverland slowed his aging, he was likely much older than I was, just much less mature.

Having seen enough, I brushed off the white sand and decided to go for a walk in the woods. There was a clearing in the trees where I liked to go to get away from all the boys. A place I could just be by myself. The grass was soft and lush and no one ever bothered me there.

As I leaned against an old tree where I had taken many naps, the image of Peter’s nearly naked body filled my mind. I closed my eyes and replayed it over and over. I slipped my hand under my dress and rubbed the delicate flesh through my panties. This new sensation felt so good that I found myself moaning loudly and could feel my muscles start to tense up.

“Wendy?” Peter called from somewhere nearby.

Startled, I quickly pulled my dress down. My heart was pounding in my chest. Had he been watching me? If so, how much had he seen?

“Yes, Peter,” I said as I rose to my feet, looking around frantically to locate him. He flew out from behind the tree where I was leaning. Hopefully that meant he had not seen anything.

“Are you okay, Wendy?” He asked as he took my hands into his.

“Yes, of course Peter,” I replied, trying not to act suspicious.

“I heard something and thought you were in trouble,” he said, looking genuinely concerned.

“I am fine. I was just resting,” I replied, unable to account for the noises I was making.

“Why are you out of breath,” he asked, looking puzzled.

“You just startled me is all.”

He seemed to accept my excuse, then he moved on to something that I had come to expect.

“Do you want to play a new game with me, Wendy?”

“Sure, Peter. Why not? What is the game this time?”

Then he did something I did not expect. He quickly leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

“Peter! What has gotten into you?”

My cheeks flushed red and my stomach fluttered like I had never felt before. Finally. Peter actually had noticed me and I was suddenly more aroused than before. Was he seeing me as something other than a mother?

“Do you like it? The mermaids taught me.”

And just like that, my arousal was gone. Of course it was them. And of course Peter thought of it as a game. Part of me wanted to kiss him more, but I didn’t want kissing to just be a childish game.

“Do you like this game?” I asked, trying to assess his feelings towards me.

“It’s kinda strange. I mean, it feels good. It just makes me feel...different.”

“Who else would you play this game with?”

“Hmm. I guess I’m not sure,” he said, scratching his head.

“Is it a game you would play with the lost boys?”

“Nah.”

“So it’s a game that you only want to play with me?”

He took his time to think about his answer. His delay started to irritate me and I knew he was not going to answer the way I was hoping.

“It was fun with the mermaids. Oh! It might be fun with Tiger Lily too!”

“Don’t you think it should be a game that only you and I play?”

“I guess,” he answered, still unsure.

“Can you promise to only play this game with me?”

“Uh. Okay. I promise,” he replied smiling. He looked confident in his decision.

“Thank you, Peter. It means a lot to me,” I cooed, forgetting my frustration with him.

“Do you want to play some more?” He asked eagerly.

I placed his hands on my hips and wrapped my arms around his head, pulling him in close. Staring into his dark eyes, my arousal started to return. I quickly glanced at his soft lips then back into his eyes. Leaning in I gently placed my lips on his. Slowly, he pulled me tighter in his embrace as we continued to kiss softly. My heart was racing as our kiss became more passionate. I felt my body become weightless as we floated just above ground.

Peter broke away from our kiss. He stared into my eyes and I began to see a man with a desire. A desire for me. Could this be more than a game for him too?

“We’d better get home, it’s starting to get late,” I said awkwardly.

Slowly Peter brought our feet to rest again on the ground. I was not ready for this to go any further than a kiss. I had to be sure he was ready. Hell, I had to be sure I was ready.

That night, I lay awake with a need that had not yet been satisfied. Luckily Peter and the boys had made me my own room. So even though the door was a bear skin, I did have some privacy. Feeling brave, I slipped off my panties and pulled the soft fur blanket up to my chin. I slid my finger through the folds between my legs and bit my lip to siffle my urge to moan. Our kiss was still fresh in my mind as my fingers became wet with my juices. I focused them on the nub above my opening, moving them in tiny circles faster and faster. I wondered how good it would feel to have Peter rub me like this and before long, an incredible sensation washed over me and that need was finally satisfied. Perhaps this could be our new game.

A few weeks passed where Peter and I would steal away to kiss every chance we could get. He still visited the mermaids but kept his promise to only kiss me. At least I never saw him kissing any of them.

One day, during a particularly hot kissing game session, the bulge I had started to notice recently was especially large and stiff. Feeling ready for more, I placed my hand on his hard member and rubbed it through his trousers.

“Ahh. Wendy!” He grunted.

“Does that feel good?” I asked coyly, biting my lower lip.

“Really good,” he panted.

I slid my hand higher, until my fingertips were at his waistband. I pushed them under the fabric and wrapped my hand around his throbbing cock. It almost felt hot and jerked from my touch. I stroked his length in my small hand and began kissing him again. He pushed his trousers down, allowing himself to stand at attention. I moved to his side and watched my hand stroke his long rod. Pre come dripped from the tip as I rubbed him faster. Moments later, Peter let out a low grunt and streams of come fell to the green grass below.

“Whoa. Wendy, that was… it was the best feeling I’ve ever had,”

He said it as if he had never come before. Had he never masturbated?

“I’m glad,” I said, not wanting to embarrass him.

He pulled up his trousers grinning at me. It was unlike Peter to be at a loss for words so it must have been really good. I leaned in close and with one hand I lifted my dress while guiding his hand between my legs with the other.

“Is it my turn?” I whispered into his ear and he swallowed hard.

His hand roamed around, seemingly oblivious of what to do. With a slight bit of frustration, I assisted his hand, stroking myself with his fingers through my panties. Surely he could feel how wet I was. Perhaps he really didn’t know what to do with a woman. He did spend most of his time with a bunch of boys after all. Continuing to rub me as I had instructed, I dove back into his mouth. Peter was, if nothing else, a really good kisser at this point. Our tongues explored each other's mouths passionately as I reminded his hand to continue rubbing me by rocking my hips. I admit it did feel nice to have Peter touch me like that but he was going to need some practice. Maybe a lot of practice.

Realizing he would never get me to climax with his poor technique, I took a step back, feeling a bit disappointed.

“Did that feel good?” Peter asked, already knowing the answer.

“We will work on it,” I replied optimistically.

The next day we met at the clearing in the woods for more practice. Peter was as eager to learn as I was to teach. This time he wanted to go first. I was prepared for this to go like last time but he was learning quickly. I gave him a few pointers and before long he had me on the edge but I needed a little extra push. Perhaps if I played with him at the same time it would help me. I helped him remove his trousers as he continued to stimulate my delicate clit with his nimble fingers. Pre come glistened on the tip of his rigid cock as I stroked it slowly. It definitely helped, for only moments later, Peter was able to give me my first orgasm by his own hand.

“Oh, Peter!” I exclaimed, as my knees trembled and my inner walls clenched tight.

Pleasantly surprised, I kissed him aggressively, still grasping him in my hand. I placed his tip against my inner thigh, desperately wanting him inside me but trying to hold back. With each stroke my heart pounded harder. Was I ready to expose my body to Peter? To this point he had never seen me without my dress. Mermaids were the only girls he would have to compare me to and they were perfect. I wasn’t ready. Before all of these thoughts passed through my head I felt his cock pulse in my hand and he sighed with each release. His hot seed squirted on my inner thigh and started to run down my leg.

“Good boy,” I said in a mothering tone before I could stop myself.

“I like spending time with you Wendy. This is the most fun I’ve ever had.”

“Thank you, Peter. I very much like spending time with you too,” I said blushing.

Several days went by where we were able to sneak away and play with each other, but I still could not find the courage to take it further and I’m not sure Peter even knew there was a ‘further’.

Then one day, after Peter and the Lost Boys had been on an ‘adventure’ for a couple days, Peter showed up with flowers that he had found growing on the island. He told me he wanted to meet in our special place around sunset. He said he had something to show me and something new that he wanted to try together. Needless to say I was intrigued and eager for the next day. It was difficult to fall asleep as I wondered what he might have in store for us.

The next day as I was watching the mermaids as I always did. I was pleased to see Peter never came by, at least not while I was there. I was a little jealous that Peter would still visit them but they were his friends and he promised to never kiss them again. If only they knew what Peter and I had been doing to each other, maybe then they would be the jealous ones. Of course I would never tell them. What kind of a lady would that make me? However it did make me feel good knowing that I had something with Peter that they did not.

Evening finally came and I laid a soft, fur blanket in the lush grass at our special place. Waiting for Peter to arrive, I pondered what he had planned.

“Hey Wendy,” Peter said, slowly descending from the opening in the trees.

“Hi Peter,” I said, trying to not sound too eager.

He pulled his tunic up over his head and tossed it into the grass. I guess he wanted to get started right away. His arms wrapped around me and he lifted me so that we were just hovering above the ground. Our lips came together passionately and a bulge quickly formed in his trousers.

“What did you want to try?” I asked, as I pulled away from our kiss.

He set my feet back on the ground and removed the remainder of his clothing. I bit my lower lip as I looked him up and down. Peter really was a beautiful man and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

“I want you to kneel in front of me… and… um…”

“Yes, Peter?” I asked, complying and leaning in, opening my mouth slightly.

“Will you… uh…” he stammered on.

“Will I…” I extended my tongue and licked the tip. “Will I...what Peter?”

It jerked wildly from the touch of my tongue. Clearly I knew what he wanted but he was going to have to ask me for it. I exhaled, pushing my hot breath on to his waiting cock, making him squirm. Opening my mouth wider, I looked up into his dark, hungry eyes. I moved my head even closer, breathing heavily, making him feel me without even touching him. Leaning my head back slightly, my lower lip brushed against his sensitive tip. A small taste of him was on my lips as I licked them seductively.

“What did you want me to do Peter?” I teased, again positioning my open mouth ever so near.

He gently reached in and caressed my face, then quickly held me by the hair and thrust his hip forward. He plunged deep into my mouth, taking me by complete surprise. I braced myself against his thighs, pushing back to keep him from hitting the back of my throat again. This was a new side of Peter. I liked it and it was making me really fucking hot. After a while he pulled my head back until he was no longer inside. I smiled up at him, mouth still open, heart racing.

“Here, let me,” I said softly.

With his hand still gripping my hair I took him back into my mouth. As I rocked back and forth on his length he slowly released his grip on my hair. I rubbed my hands on his thighs as I took him as fast and deep as I could.

“They were right, this feels… ah.”

I pulled him from my mouth abruptly.

“What’s wrong Wendy?”

“Who was right?” I snapped angrily, rising to my feet.

“T-the mermaids,” he stammered.

“Again with the fucking mermaids,” I muttered under my breath.

“B-but don’t worry Wendy, I didn’t let them do it. No kissing. I promised,” he pleaded.

I looked deep into his eyes as I contemplated what I wanted to do.

“Are you lying, Peter?”

“No. I swear it, Wendy.”

I believed him. He had never broken a promise and apparently a blow job was just dick kissing in his mind. Maybe it’s time I showed those sea sluts that Peter was mine.

“Do you want me to give you something that no mermaid ever could?”

“Yea,” he said excitedly. A smile returning to his face.

“Let’s go to the beach at Mermaid Cove,” I said as I picked up the fur blanket.

Peter grabbed his clothes and started to put them back on.

“Peter. You won’t need those,” I chirped mischievously.

He did not argue, just tossed them back to the ground, strode over to me, picked me up and flew us to the beach.

When we arrived the sun set fire to the horizon line. Orange, pink and purple light splashed all across the sky and mirrored on the calm blue waters below. It was almost magical.

I could hear the mermaids singing, so I knew that they were still out. I hoped they enjoyed the show.

I spread the blanket on the white sandy beach. Taking Peter by the hand, I pulled him to me and kissed him softly.

“Lay down,” I commanded, pushing his smooth, firm chest.

He fell effortlessly, grinning with curiosity. I knelt on the blanket, immediately taking him into my mouth again. He exhaled heavily and leaned his head back as he enjoyed the pleasure I was giving him. I sucked him until I thought he was about to release and stopped. Then I slowly crawled up him, kissing every inch of his tan abs and chest. I stopped to suck on each nipple, making him groan as I gave them a light nibble with my teeth. Finally I kissed his neck before propping myself up and staring into his eyes.

“Let’s see how nimble that tongue of yours is,” I whispered into his ear.

I hiked up my dress and straddled his face. Reaching down, I pulled my panties to the side and rubbed my wet folds across his lips.

“Lick it,” I purred.

Without any hesitation he ran his tongue through my delicate lips, flicking my clit with the tip at the end of each pass. A shiver ran down my spine. My arousal quickly intensified. He was surprisingly good at this. I was already on the edge of, what I hoped to be, the first of many orgasms that night. My body shook with small tremors as his tongue brought me to climax, and then another, before I finally lifted myself from his adept tongue.

“Wow, Peter,” I exclaimed, breathless.

He smiled confidently.

“Want me to give you that thing I told you about earlier? The thing they cannot?” I asked, gesturing towards the mermaids.

“I’m ready,” he replied nervously.

Was I ready? Or was I letting the mermaids get to me? I swallowed hard. No. It was definitely time.

It was settled. I slipped my panties off and I took ahold of the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head. For the first time, Peter stared at my entirely naked body as if mesmerized. I could feel the heat on my cheeks as they blushed. I had been so nervous to bare all to Peter, but now it was plain to see that he enjoyed what his eyes were feasting upon.

“You are beautiful,” he said sitting up on his elbows.

I shifted on my feet, flattered by his words.

“Thank you, Peter.”

He watched my every move as I straddled his throbbing cock. I slowly lowered myself down until I could feel the tip start to push me open. I rocked my hips slowly, easing him into my tight, virgin pussy. Only then did I realise how truely thick Peter’s cock was. I winced slightly as I took every last inch of him inside me. The pain was minimal and was quickly replaced by intense pleasure. I glided my body back and forth, taking him deep inside with each stroke.

“Oh, Peter!” I screamed as my inner walls clinched hard and another orgasm coursed through me.

I was going to make this an experience he would never forget. Gradually I increased my pace, bouncing up and down faster and faster. His eyes focused on my breasts as his hands reached out to squeeze them.

“Tell me when you’re going to come,” I said panting.

His finger pinched my erect nipples and he rolled them in his fingers. My heart was pounding and my skin beaded with sweat. His breathing increased and sighs of pleasure escaped his lips.

“Wendy! I’m gonna come,” he yelled, his voice strained.

As quickly as I could, I rose off of him and again took him into my mouth. Gliding my lips up and down his length as he grunted loudly. Several spurts of his warm, sticky seed coated the inside of my mouth. Slowing my pace, I held just the tip with my lips and swallowed his salty load. I licked the length of his cock a few more times, which made his body spasm slightly. When I was done, I crawled up and layed in his arms.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, trying to catch his breath.

“Yes it was,” I said. Feeling pleased with myself.

“Oh, look Wendy,” he said, pointing towards the stars.

There, a bright comet traced through the clear, star filled sky, just under the crescent moon.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, snuggling my head into his chest. “Was this what you wanted to show me?”

“Yep. I thought you would like it.”

“I do. Thank you Peter.”

That night, and many others, we slept in each other's arms under the starry sky.

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