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Peter Pan
by Jack Rabbit (address withheld)
***
Wendy and her brothers go with Peter Pan to Never Never
Land for a romantic adventure, where she discovers that
Peter enjoys sexual games with the Mermaids and Indian
Princesses. Tinkerbell, Peter's tiny little fairy, not
only is jealous of other girls who Peter is friendly
with, she plays her own erotic games with Wendy's
brother John. (mf-teens, youths, m/fairy, nc, v, voy,
mast, 1st, rom, movie-parody, fant, bd)
***
From the Desk of Wendy:
Dear mother goose,
I was fascinated by some of the 'other, rest of the
story' testimonies behind tales from your collection
that were much more erotic than they were in the
published fairy tale versions. I would like to add my
own twist to the story about me and my little brothers
flying off for a night with a magical friend to a
fantasy land of adventure. What I experienced was not
exactly as it turned out in the movie. I'm a great-
grandmother now, and I think your readers can handle
the way the rest of the story the way it actually
happened.
I don't remember how young I was when first my mother
told me about Peter Pan. I think I was four or five.
She told me stories about this imaginary place, Never-
Never Land like talking about Santa Claus, where Peter
Pan, dressed in green tights like one of Robin Hood's
merry men, was an adventuresome teenage boy who never
got older, leading a troop of orphaned 'Lost Boys', who
never grew up. They had adventures chasing Indians,
playing with mermaids, tricking evil kings, and
fighting pirates. He could fly because his dedicated
tiny little fairy sprinkled fairy dust on him,
sparkling dust with magic properties that allowed
anything it fell on to fly like a bird. Mother heard
about Peter Pan and his Never-Never Land from her
mother.
In fact my grandmother had a sketchbook filled with
renditions she created about Peter Pan and all who made
their home at his island in the sky. As a small girl, I
was fascinated by this magical imaginary boy. I used to
fantasize going on romantic adventures with him. When I
asked if Peter liked girls, mother and grandma would
smile at each other, then answer me with a simple
response that Peter like girls a lot, that he liked to
have them with the with him during his adventures. In
my mind Peter seemed like the most exciting romantic
boy a girl could hope for.
As I grew older, my younger brothers looked to me for
guidance when mother and father weren't around. At
night I would reiterate stories about Peter Pan's
wondrous adventures that mother told me, even creating
a few of my own. The stories got them excited about
Peter Pan to the point of their play acting Pan's sword
duels with that terrible Captain Hook and the pirates.
Until I was thirteen, and John was eleven and Michael
five, we all slept in the same 'children's room' in the
attic. I enjoyed telling those stories to my brothers
at night, and watching them play out roles from that
tales. However, as we grew older, our 'natural urges'
slowly began to mature in our thoughts. I secretly
watched John rubbing himself in a way that apparently
he found pleasing.
Although I pretended not to notice, I was curious.
Lying in bed I discovered the joy of rubbing myself
like that. I would close my eyes and pretend it was
Peter Pan rubbing me oh so erotically. Papa didn't
know, but he thought I was getting too old to share a
room with my brothers. I understood later, more than I
did then, what it meant to grow up. My body was
maturing, and I was beginning to feel desires within me
that I didn't understand. Those desires focused on
dreams of snuggling with Peter Pan during one of his
adventure games.
My brother John was also growing up. A few times when
we would prepare for bed, we would watch each other
taking off our clothes to put on night gowns. When John
saw me naked, he usually blushed and looked away,
pretending not to see. The times that I saw him, I was
fascinated by his protruding boyhood. Likewise, I would
blush and pretend not to notice, but I was fascinated.
When I asked mother about what I had seen, she told me
all about the facts of life – loves, romance, and
babies. She urged me not to think about romancing my
brother, emphatically warning that was a worst taboo,
that could lead to deformed babies and a ruined
personal reputation.
Dear papa had a similar discussion with John about the
birds and the bees. But, when we were in our beds,
supposedly sound asleep, once in awhile I would hear a
thump, thump sound from John's bed. The moonlight
through the window illuminated his bed, where I could
notice that, under his blanket, he was vigorously
rubbing himself. Eyes closed and breathing hard, I was
fascinated by the nature of his action.
I would think about it, and start rubbing my own loins
under my blanket. It felt nice, though a dampness would
worry me that I might wet the bed if I continued. I
felt excited at touching myself while watching my
brother, but I kept thinking about my imaginary hero,
Peter Pan. I wished he would take me away to Never-
Never Land to romance me with as much enthusiasm as I
observed with John's fantasizing. I never let on that I
knew, but I understood why I needed to get my own room.
I was about to be given my separate room because of me
being a girl.
PETER PAN'S SHADOW
That's getting ahead of the story. Our experience with
Peter Pan started a few days before the movie version
began it. I just finished telling the boys one of
mother's stories about Peter Pan and Tinkerbell saving
the mermaids from a sea monster, then put out the light
to go to bed. The boys were nodding off when out of the
corner of my eye I caught movement near the window. I
figured it was the wind, so I got up and shut the
window. When I turned there was still shadowy movement.
I noticed a darkness moving to avoid me. Flying around
the room the dark silhouette slipped into an open
dresser drawer to hide. Thinking it was some sort of
bird, I closed the drawer, trapping it. I would release
it in the morning. Back in bed, I glanced at a
flittering firefly just beyond the window glass,
something I found restful. I soon drifted to sleep.
In the morning, after my brother's went downstairs for
breakfast, I decided it was time to let the bird go
free. Looking in the drawer, there was no bird; there
was a shadow of a teenage boy that had the shape of
Peter Pan. It was too bright in the room for the shadow
to come out. Instead, it backed further into the
drawer. I knew there and then that Peter Pan had been
outside the window listening to our story time about
him, that I had inadvertently trapped his shadow. What
I thought was a firefly must have been the pixie,
Tinkerbell, trying to rescue the shadow. I figured if I
kept the shadow trapped, Peter Pan would return for it
and give us a chance to meet.
TINKERBELL AND BROTHER JOHN
That night, after a few more stories to John and
Michael, papa yelled for us to quiet down and go to
sleep. I was happy to comply, because I was anxious to
meet Peter coming back for his shadow. I left the
window open so he could easily get in. Then, I could
close the window and trap him. After waiting anxiously
a half hour, Michael was sound asleep, but John was
still awake rubbing himself. I grimaced. If there was
movement, the elusive Peter probably would not come in.
Suddenly, that brightly sparkling firefly entered the
window, flittered around the room here and there It
then came to a rest on top of the dresser. Standing
still on a hand mirror, I could see that the firefly
was indeed the blond little pixie, Tinkerbell, Peter
Pan's fantasy companion. I was thrilled. They weren't
imaginary.
I lay perfectly still, pretending to sleep. I wanted to
wait to jump up and close the window until Peter came
in looking for his shadow. I lay watching the glowing
little pixie. About three inches high with gossamer
insect-like wings, she had a sexy woman's shape covered
with a short green dress. I noticed John sitting up,
quietly watching her, as she pranced around the mirror
admiring herself. She shook her head with an expression
that signaled she was unhappy with her shapely hips.
I caught my breath when John gasped, looking at the
little fairy with rapped fascination. Surprised at
first, she was preparing to fly away. However, then she
noticed the tented sheet covering his mid section. She
immediately surmised John aroused excitement at the
sight of her body curves. She smiled and winked at him.
She did a little ballerina dance on the face of the
hand mirror. She turned to face him, winked again, and
then pulled up the hem of her tiny dress to expose the
hairless femininity between her legs.
With mouth agape, John reached under his sheet to
vigorously massage his own boyhood. Mother had not
warned me that Tinkerbell was a naughty little fairy.
She was enjoying John's uneasy arousal at seeing her
body. She then opened her leaf like dress and let it
drop to the mirror. Her tiny little bulging breasts
sported pinpoint nipples, while between her shapely
hips was a puffed out tightly nestled vagina, all very
arousing for John.
I quietly blushed at this naughty show designed to
taunt my brother. Lifting from the hand mirror with her
wings fluttering faster than I could see, Tinkerbell
flew to John, and lifted the sheet to expose his
stiffly protruding boyhood. John's night shirt was
already pulled up to his stomach. I continued to lay
motionless. Shocked and captivated by what I was
seeing, I didn't want do anything to spoil my chance to
meet Peter Pan.
Signaling John to lay back, Tinkerbell landed on his
leg. She then rubbed her hands along the sides of the
erect boyhood. Tinkerbell wrapped her arms and legs
around his shaft, then, with her wings fluttering
rapidly, she began sliding up and down his penis. I
held my breath watching John's contorted expressions,
amazed at what I was seeing. Within a minute John's
member began to vibrate and swell, liquid leaking out,
then the eruption.
A glob of white liquid squirted up in the air, then
fell back on the head of the erotic pixie. Weighted
down with the sticky liquid, she stopped rubbing him,
stumbled back, and sat down on John's tummy. John
continued squirting two more times before it subsided,
as he sat silently staring at the naked female fairy
standing on him.
The effect of watching all of this was a special
arousal deep inside me, creating a tingling warm
dampness within my groin. I was curious in the extreme
as to how wonderful sex would feel, but I also felt
guilty and embarrassed because I had been taught that
behavior was so wrong for unmarried children. I felt
bad for feeling so good. It was wrong to think about
mating drives as young as I was, and especially bad to
get excited watching my own brother. I decided to
pretend I had never seen anything.
Tinkerbell wiped much of the liquid off herself, flew
back to the dresser, and put her dress back on. She
then flew out the window and disappeared. Peter Pan had
not come in. John looked around at Michael, snoring,
and me, pretending to be asleep. I felt excitement for
John, getting his first sex. Admittedly, she was too
tiny for intercourse satisfaction, but he had
ejaculated and enjoyed. I remained silent to avoid an
embarrassment that would ruin the moment for him. I
just watched as he cleaned himself up, and pulled back
his sheet. There was another round of thumping under
his covers. Then he fell asleep. I waited for Peter Pan
to do the same for me, but he didn't come that night. I
finally fell asleep also.
MEETING PETER PAN
Peter came the next night, along with Tinkerbell,
trying to reclaim his missing shadow, after mother and
papa went out to a social event. That is where the
movie begins. This time their intrusion startled all of
us awake. Once they calmed down, Peter explained that
they had been outside listening many times to the
stories I told of his adventures, because I was such an
entertaining story teller. I was thrilled that he liked
me and the way I told his stories. John did not say
anything about his escapade the night before with
Tinkerbell, and the pixie ignored him. She was much
more upset with Peter's attention to me.
I busied myself recovering his shadow from the drawer
to reattach it to Peter. Although she was playful with
boys who found her sensual, Tinkerbell was especially
attracted, bonded to Peter. She was jealous of any
other female he paid attention to. She acted to try to
dissuade his attraction to me, but because of his
fascination with my story telling, and his sudden
friendship with me and the boys, he ignored her
protests. Peter offered to take us all to Never-Never
Land for our own adventures with him, his island in the
sky where he never had to grow up. I was thrilled.
Peter Pan was real. He was cute and charming just as
mother told me.
Sprinkled with pixie dust, we followed him out the
window, through the air above London, and off into the
sky, toward the second star on the right, we were to
fly on until morning for our trip to his island of
fantasy. It was a long trip, and we drifted along
sleepy faced, but wide awake and excited by what we
were trying to do. John and Michael were bubbling with
excitement. Peter chatted, telling us some of his
stories, explaining to John and Michael there was great
fun ahead for them with the Lost Boys. Tinkerbell
flittered back and forth among us on the way. John
watched her with a lecherous fascination.
I was amused at his infatuation with the tiny fairy.
Then I remembered that I had not worn any panties under
my nightgown. I blushed with embarrassment at the
realization. John and Michael, following me through the
air, were oblivious. Peter, however would drift from
ahead, beside, and back of me, then beside me again.
Without looking obvious, I watched him watching me.
When he was behind me he gazed at my exposed body. He
pretended not to look, but he was smiling, and the
sudden bulge in his trousers telegraphed his arousal. I
blushed more. I thought of my mother's warning that
boys are easily aroused by the sight of a girl's
private parts. I did not speak of it, and he talked of
other things.
He told me that he had taken my mother, Mary, to Never
Never Land twenty years ago when she was my age. On
that escapade they had enjoyed an adventure with forest
bandits, similar to Robin Hood's Merry men, who
captured them for a short time. Peter told me I was as
pretty and entertaining as my mother had been. I was
secretly thrilled that he found me appealing, though I
knew if he tried to romance me I would be too
frightened to do anything about it. The hard part was
Tinkerbell's obvious jealousy towards the way Peter and
I were quickly becoming close friends.
ARRIVAL AT NEVER NEVER LAND
When we arrived, the adventure began with a rest stop
on a cloud overlooking the lagoon with Captain Hook's
pirate ship at anchor. Playing tour director, Peter
pointed out the various parts of the island. Meanwhile,
down in the harbor, Captain Hook, obsessed with a
passion for revenge against Peter, began firing cannon
at us. Peter helped us duck the cannonball while he
openly taunted the pirates. To protect us from danger,
he told Tinkerbell to lead us inland to their secret
hiding place in a cave beneath an old dead 'Hangman's'
tree.
Upset with my intrusion, Tinkerbell was red with
jealous rage. She darted ahead of us across the island,
quickly getting to the hideout while we were still
drifting in the air. She instructed the troop of 'Lost
Boys' that she was being chased by a Wendy Bird, that
Peter wanted them to kill the bird if they could. They
tried with their kid's weapons, and disrupted our
flying with a barrage of projectiles. Knocked off
balance, I fell from high up, and would have been
killed if Peter hadn't caught me just in time.
You remember the movie. Peter was angry with Tinkerbell
for wanting to kill me, so he banished her for awhile.
He put concerns for Tinkerbell to the back of his mind,
and introduced me and my brothers to the 'Lost Boys',
who were his own squad of playmates. The Lost Boys were
a half dozen abandoned orphans Peter had rescued from a
World War I battle zone. Since John was older than any
of the never aging Lost Boys, Peter had him lead the
Lost Boys and Michael on an adventure mission to
capture Indians. This left me alone with Peter. He
wanted to take me for a tour of the island.
We would have a picnic, after which he wanted to
introduce me to the mermaids. He explained that they
were all girls about my age, promising they would like
me. He suggested I bring a bag of my cookies to give
them. He filled a satchel bag with sandwiches and
drinks and handed me a picnic blanket, then led me from
the hideout. We flew up and over the forests of the
island, giving me a bird's view of the land below. It
was beautiful and exciting and I was having fun just
being there.
For a picnic spot we flew up above the clouds to a
meadow on the highest hill overlooking the island.
Peter pointed out the sights down below; the Pirate's
cove with Captain Hook's ship at anchor, the Mermaid
Lagoon that we would visit after lunch, the peninsula
with an Indian Village that the Lost Boys were trekking
towards through the forests.
Sitting on the blanket, while enjoying the view, he
chattered on with stories of his island, tales of
adventure and exploration and games and fun. The Lost
Boys were all abandoned orphans, so they were happy to
be at Never Never Land where they never had to grow up,
never had to mind grown-ups. I had a million questions.
Some of his stories my mother told me when I was
younger. Did he know mother? The food they had – where
did it come from if Peter and the Lost Boys did not
have to struggle for it? If one of them got sick who
took care of them. He winked at me, telling me that I
would know in time.
I was enthralled as I listened to his tales about
fighting pirates and getting captured by Indians.
Looking at his apparent age of twelve, I puzzled about
how old he really was. I asked about his adventures
with my mother, and his responses were entertaining,
yet not revealing. He didn't want to talk about how
closely he dealt with my mother or the other girls.
Finishing the sandwich, I leaned forward, wrapping my
arms around my knees for balance. While he continued,
he seemed to be intently staring at me as he chattered
on with his adventure stories. Then I noticed the bulge
in his pants.
I remembered that I had no panties under my nightgown.
I adjusted my position to cover my modesty. Neither of
us spoke of it directly. I was embarrassed for exposing
myself so terribly, but secretly thrilled that Peter
was excited by what he had seen. I was also embarrassed
to be feeling so excited. I continued asking questions
about where Tinkerbell and the magic of the island came
from, at least until finally he said, "You ask too many
questions. Lets explore the island first. We can talk
again when we finish."
MERMAID LAGOON
We packed up our picnic then flew off the bluff heading
to the peaceful blue waters of Mermaid Lagoon. Music
wafted through the air as we arrived. We found that two
of the girls had ukuleles made from turtle shells, that
they were playing tunes for the rest of them to sing
along with. They stopped singing when we landing on
flat rocks sticking up above the water's surface. They
were excited to see Peter. Leaving the ukuleles behind,
they swam towards us. We were quickly surrounded by the
most beautiful teen mermaids you ever saw. Smiling and
giggling, these mermaids were girls above the waist and
dolphins below the hips. I had expected normal modesty
from them, like shown in the movies. These girls wore
no covering for their breasts, no clothing at all.
I surmised living in an aquatic environment dictated
that clothing was cumbersome. I think all any of them
wore was seashell necklaces. Their breasts were petite,
bigger than mine at the time; still developing teen
mammaries, conical with puffy pink areoles supporting
red raisin like nipples. I blushed at their nakedness,
but what could I say. I was a visitor in their domain,
total dependent on Peter while at Never-Never Land. At
first they ignored me. They were excited and anxious to
compete for Peter's attentions. I kept quiet and
watched. What the movie did not go into was how sensual
their efforts were to flirt with Peter. Peter sat on
his rock to chat with them as they surfaced from the
water.
I think he was surprised when Breeze, a blonde mermaid,
jumped up on the rock beside him, giving him a big hug.
Aqua, another, jumped up in his lap, and was more
forward. She kissed him, then took his free hand and
pressed it to one of her breasts. I was stunned,
watching his hand squeeze the ample mammary as if it
were a water balloon. That contact that made her start
to giggle. Her nipple popped out like a tiny peg from
its puffed up areola. His fingers shifted to the peak,
tweaking her nipple. Affectionately, she leaned into
him to nibble on his ear. That erotic display made me
quietly gasp, blush, and turn away. I suddenly felt
like I did not belong.
The other mermaids chuckled at the coupling, crowding
in a little closer, wanting their turn. Red haired Aqua
giggled, winked at Peter, and then whispered something
in his ear. Simultaneously with her whispering, she
pulled his hand from the molestation of her teen
breast, down her mid section to the dolphin-like slit
where her loins would have been. Aqua released his
hand, having placed it where she wanted, and slid her
own hand between Peter's legs to massage his boyhood. I
could see her smiling with mouth opened slightly, eyes
closed, cheeks flushed. Oblivious to the surroundings,
Peter was enjoying the two way arousal. The other
mermaids watched closely in anticipation of their turn
to be amorous with Peter.
I had been curious how mermaids made love. Suddenly I
knew. Their genitalia were like dolphins, and they
could be aroused by a mate's physical contact the way
mother had told me that a girl could. I suddenly felt
sympathy for Tinkebell's jealous rage, but I also felt
an escalating desire within me, mixed with an
embarrassment at this uninhibited sexual show. I'm sure
it would have gotten out of hand had I not cleared my
throat and turned to look away. Peter moved his hand
from her vulva to her waist, clearly announcing that he
would like the mermaids to meet Wendy, a new friend
from London. He announced that I brought cookies to
share with them.
This is when the mermaids actually noticed me, a girl
with legs, being taken around the island by the boy
they wanted to flirt with. They were suspicious. Like
Tinkerbell they were jealous of the competition I
threatened. I was beginning to question my own
convictions. Peter had not even hinted trying to do any
mischief with me, other than for me to come with him
for sight seeing adventures. But Tinkerbell, who had
gotten erotic with my brother, was jealous of me being
his friend. So were these mermaids, and their
flirtatious acts with Peter were openly sexual.
Peter was obviously receptive to their suggestions. He
would have gone further if I had not been there. Should
I violate my own behavior codes, and be more aggressive
with Peter. While I pondered, I quietly offered the bag
with cookies. One of the mermaids swam close and
splashed me with her tail, wetting me and the cookies.
The other mermaids decided to have a little fun at my
expense, also by splashing me and trying to pull me in
the water. I needed Peter's help to avoid being drowned
by his aquatic girlfriends.
We would have stayed a little longer, but everyone
heard the sounds of Captain Hook and Mr. Smee rowing a
boat past the Lagoon. The mermaids, fearful of the
threat posed by Hook, abandoned their flirting with
Peter and disappeared under water.
SKULL ROCK
Peter flew with me from the Lagoon, following the
rowboat that the two pirates were using to transport a
tightly bound prisoner, Indian Princess Tiger Lilly to
Skull Island. In the movie young Tiger Lilly was
outfitted in a buckskin dress that covered her modesty,
but the way I actually remember it, she wore little
more than a colorful- loin cloth supported low on her
hips with a strip of leather. The top of the loosely
hung cloth barely covered her pubic mound. Moccasins on
her feet, a head band with a feather in her hair, and a
beaded necklace around her throat made for a beautiful,
bronzed, nearly naked girl of my age. Small conical
breasts were topped with chocolate colored nipples.
With her arms tied behind her back, she silently stared
at her captors.
Smee rowed the boat into the water caves within the
Skull shaped rock island, where Captain Hook placed the
bound young girl on a rock outcrop rising barely above
the waterline. Peter secretly flew inside the rock
cave. We perched ourselves on a rock outcrop to watch
as Captain Hook questioned Tiger Lilly about the
location of Peter's hideout. Tiger Lilly did not speak.
Using his hook, the Captain probed her loin cloth,
pressing the cloth into her labia. She squirmed to
resist. He lifted the hook to rub the cool steel
against her exposed nipples.
She nearly fell from her perch in reaction. The captain
announced that if she did not cooperate, the incoming
tide would soon make it too late for her. That is when
Peter distracted the inquisition by taunting the
Captain into a sword fight. Although Hook was a master
swordsman, older and bigger than Peter, Peter had the
advantage of speed, agility, audacity, and the ability
to fly. When Hook forgot the laws of gravity, he fell
in the water.
Waiting for him was the tick-tock of the crocodile that
had taken Hook's hand in an earlier confrontation. Hook
and Smee had to row like the wind back to their ship to
evade the hungry predator. Peter laughed with amusement
at the chase. I distracted him by pointing out that
Tiger Lilly's head was about to go under water. Looking
at the threatened Indian, Peter rescued her just in
time.
INDIAN VILLAGE
With Peter carrying a smiling Tiger Lilly, we drifted
up, and then flew out of Skull Rock, up through the
clouds, then across the island to the Indian Village.
Approaching the collection of teepees, I noticed that
the entire tribe was having a celebration, a dozen
warriors around a pole in the village common, dancing
in a circle waving torches in the air. The rest of the
tribe watched the dance from a larger circle. I was
excited that we were about to join a party. Then I
noticed something disturbing.
At the center of these concentric circles was a huge
wood pole, and tied to the pole were the Lost Boys,
along with my brothers, John and Michael. A sudden
sense of panic pulsated through me, a feeling that we
were approaching a macabre disaster. I swallowed hard,
continuing to follow Peter as he dropped to the Common
near the pole, and let Tiger Lilly go on the ground.
The Indian Chief raised his hand with a motion to stop
the dancing, For the moment, the entire tribe stood
motionless and silent. The Chief stared then smiled.
His daughter was safe. Tiger Lilly explained how she
had been captured by Captain Hook, and then saved by
Peter. The chief told us that we had arrived right on
time, that his captives were to be burned at the stake
if Tiger Lilly were not returned by sundown. With the
safe return of the Indian Princess, however, the event
changed to a celebration party.
The captives were released, and a bonfire was started
to provide light and warmth for the party. The Chief
gave Peter one of his feathered headdresses, announcing
that Peter would henceforth be known a Chief Flying
Eagle, that the tribe owed him much gratitude for
saving Princess Tiger Lilly. The tribe then began
celebrating with us. The Chief led his braves sing a
round of native songs about life as a red man. He then
invited everyone to a festival. I quietly watched as
several Indian boys invited the Lost Boys to play a
game of kick ball on the common. This is a game they
had played many times before.
The Chief had Tiger Lilly and her mother and older
brother sit with Peter and me in an open air circle
with him. The village squaws busied themselves
preparing food for everyone, first bringing wooden
bowls filled with treats to the six of us. As the Chief
thanked Peter for once again saving his daughter, and
smiling at his squaw, he hinted that Tiger Lilly would
show her appreciation to Peter. I was curious. If this
was once again, how many times had Peter rescued her.
How was she to show her gratitude? It started with her
leading him near the fire, where she started singing a
forest song about romance, a song Peter immediately
joined in singing.
Sea Hawk, Tiger Lilly's brother, started talking to me
to tell me about how well they knew Peter and the
Island, while Peter and Tiger Lilly joked and laughed
with each other. Tiger Lilly's loin cloth barely
covered her pubic area, her small conical naked breasts
jiggling with her laughter in front of the whole
village. The customs this tribe followed must be far
different than what I was used to in 1920 London. I
tried to concentrate on listening to Sea Hawk, who like
his sister, wore a loin cloth that barely covered his
manhood. I felt a tingling sensation thinking about
what I would see of him without the loin cloth. Once
again, I was ashamed of myself for harboring such
thoughts.
I looked beyond our little circle to see what my
brother was doing. I thought he would be playing
kickball with the Lost Boys, but he was otherwise
occupied. One of the young Indians had kicked the ball
so that it flew straight at him, hitting him in the
belly. He fell back on his rump, the wind knocked out
of him. There was a pause in the game as he picked
himself up, hobbled to the side and sat on a log to
watch and catch his breath.
A couple of Indian maidens took an interest in John,
fascinated by his top hat and glasses. They brought him
a platter of roast rabbit and fruits. They sat down
beside him to nibble the food with him. I smiled at his
wide-eyed stare at their petite naked breasts topped
with dark raisin like nipples. There appeared a bulge
in his night shirt that made obvious his arousal. I
smiled at my brother's predicament. So did the two
maidens. They looked at their elders for signs of what
they should do about this.
Apparently there were signals to reward John, for each
one took hold of his arm. They briefly looked at the
kick ball game, around at the expressions on the faces
of the village elders, and at the chief. Giggling to
themselves, next they stood up, and led John to a
nearby teepee and disappeared inside. I was curious to
know what they planned to do with my brother. Michael,
my littler brother remained with the kickball game
trying to help the Lost Boys win the game.
Other Indians started chanting a song, dancing a
celebration around the crackling bonfire. Peter, the
feathered headdress on his head, started dancing behind
Tiger Lilly around the circle. His tights were bulging,
but no one seemed to find it unusual. I turned my
attention back to Sea Hawk, to listen to his story
about hunting expeditions with Peter.
I checked again the dancers. Peter and Tiger Lilly
weren't there. I didn't know where they went until
Peter explained later during our trip back to London.
Sea Hawk told me that the whole family was happy Peter
had saved her from Hook's murderous intention. They all
felt badly that they had tormented the Lost Boys with
the threat of burning.
Since Tiger Lilly had always been sweet on Peter, her
folks wanted her to show her appreciation for being
rescued. What I did not see was that she led Peter to
the tall meadow grasses beyond the village. Not far
from a hill where the sulking little Pixie was watching
what took place. I found out from Tinkerbell later what
she saw go on between Peter and Tiger Lilly.
In the privacy of the meadow, in the midst of Peter
telling her a humorous story, Tiger Lilly kissed him in
a way they both liked. Lightly at first, then she
kissed him passionately as she pressed her nearly naked
body against his. When she felt his stiffened boyhood
press against her abdomen, she backed up to look at the
bulge. She smiled, loosened the leather string holding
her loin cloth to her hips, then let it drop to the
ground, leaving her completely naked.
Acting as he stood silently staring with his silly
grin, she squatted before him, saying nothing. She
loosened the leather strap he used for a belt, helped
him remove his tights, giving her a view she was
looking for. His stiff boyhood, free from the
restraints of pants, sprung to a fully erect shaft.
Peter stood, his head back with an open smile, as she
started to massage the four inch shaft with her deft
fingers.
Between her legs the hairless bronze pubic lips began
oozing wetness in anticipation. Peter had her stand so
they could kiss again. She continued to rub his
throbbing boyhood. Peter reached down, reciprocally
rubbing her pubic mound. When she adjusted her stance
to spread her legs a little, two of his fingers slid
within the folds of the damp slippery crevasse. She
moaned as his tweaked her clitoris. Rubbing the nub for
several seconds, he then pushed a finger into the warm
uterus opening. Tiger Lilly's family knew what was
going on, but paid no attention what so ever. Sea Hawk
continued to tell me other stories about the island to
keep me busy, offering me more food, trying to see if I
could be charmed. Mostly he kept me busy to allow Tiger
Lilly time to be with Peter.
In the meadow, Peter had Tiger Lilly lean over a log,
so that he could approach her from behind. Holding on
to her hips, he slid his throbbing shaft under her
rump. Between her legs, he slowly slid his shaft
upward, parting the lips of her vagina. He reached his
hand to guide himself into her warm, moist opening.
Then, with hands on her hips, rubbing her rump, he
pushed his penis is an inch or two, pulled back and
pushed a little deeper. He continued to pump, with a
slow rhythm, more deeply inside her with each
subsequent stroke until he was as far in as he could
go. She squealed with delight, flooding her aroused
uterus with warm love juices.
Peter kept pumping the probe within her. The internal
muscles of her uterus squeezed and massaged during the
coupling, until after a few minutes she trembled with a
cascading climax. Just then his shaft squirted several
surges of white sticky liquid. It erupted, stopped,
then erupted again three times. Tiger Lilly moaned with
ecstasy through it all.
Finally, he pulled out, collapsing to the ground to
lean back against the log. Tiger Lilly sat next to him,
snuggling with her arm around him. They sat naked
holding each other, smiling as they regained their
strength, watching young birds on a branch nearby chirp
a melody for them. Finally, getting up and dressed
again, they wandered back, hand in hand, to the feast
at our bonfire.
Tinkerbell, watching from her perch on a bush on a
nearby hill was now upset about his attention to Tiger
Lilly as well as me. She was getting more upset with
time, but before she could react, Mr. Smee snuck up on
her, and threw a leather bag over her. He then left the
area to take her back to the ship.
I wasn't sure whether my discomfort was embarrassment
or jealousy, but I pretended that it did not mean
anything. I had listened half-heartedly to Sea Hawk's
stories when Peter and Tiger Lilly returned to our
little circle. They were properly dressed, but
displaying silly grins. At the same time, the two
maidens came out of the teepee where they had taken
John. Giggling with each other, one was wearing his top
hat, the other his glasses. John remained in the tent.
John told me later that, because of his obvious
erection, the maidens had been signaled to reward him
erotically. This was the tribe's way of offering
retribution for having nearly burned him at the stake.
Inside the teepee the two girls, Mountain Flower and
Little Rabbit, stood before John smiling.
Just as Tiger Lilly did for Peter, the two young
maidens dropped their loin cloths from their already
nearly naked bodies. They still had their headband,
feather, and beaded necklaces. Younger than Tiger
Lilly, their breast were not developed, except for
bulging nipples. Their bald public mounds glistened
with a dampness. John stared open mouthed without
uttering a word. This brought more giggles, and signals
from the girls for him to remove his night shirt. The
girls, squatting on either side, had him sit back on a
bearskin blanket.
They then took turns holding his shaft and masturbating
him. Then, just when he thought he would explode,
Mountain Flower bent down over his legs, and started
licking his shaft as she massaged it with her hand.
Finally, she wrapped her mouth around the head and
began sucking. He quickly erupted, his juices dripping
from her mouth. As she cleaned herself, Little Rabbit
pushed John down to lie on his back. His boyhood was
still stiff, so she positioned herself over his hips,
and guiding him with her hand, lowered herself so that
his erection penetrated her.
As she descended on him, she began rotating her hips.
Balancing herself with her hands on his chest, she
began moving her hips up and down to get a pumping
rhythm that would quickly bring them both to another
climax. Once he had been properly rewarded, they each
kissed him, put their loin cloths back on, and went
out. John lay where he was for a few minutes, his
thoughts swimming with the aftermath of the
unanticipated ecstasies of his first intercourse. He
was overjoyed. After a few minutes, he too got himself
together and returned to the bonfire.
DISAPPOINTMENT
Despite Sea Hawk's attempts to entertain me, maybe to
seduce me, I wasn't interested. I came to Never Never
Land to be with Peter. I was disappointed that with the
mermaids and the Indians I was out of place. I wanted
to go home. I quietly got up to disappear from the
party and go back to the hideout.
In a while, Peter and my brothers and the Lost Boys
returned, singing the Indian dancing songs as they came
in, all happy from their fun. That's when I started
telling John and Michael it was time to go home. Peter
argued that we all had it great there, that at Never
Never Land we never had to grow up. I countered with
stories of my mother and a caring home – that it was
fun here for awhile, but I would miss home. I wanted to
grow up when the time comes. I must have been
convincing, because John and Michael and all the Lost
Boys followed me out of the hideout, leaving Peter by
himself. Peter called to us, "Go if you must, but you
will miss this place, and can never come back." He was
upset that I was breaking up his happy team.
PIRATES
To our surprise, Captain Hook and his pirates were
waiting for us outside the hideout tree. They grabbed
us, gagged us, and tied us up as we each came out. They
had captured Tinkerbell while we were at the Indian
Village. Feeling low and angry, because Peter had
banished her for trying to hurt me, she felt isolated.
She was also upset because of his attention to me and
Tiger Lilly. Captain Hook empathized, offering to
capture me and ship out with me as a hostage. With
Wendy out of the picture, it would make it easier for
Peter to be with Tinkerbell again. When the Captain
promised not to lay a finger, or a hook, on Peter,
Tinkerbell showed the captain on the map where the
hideout was at Hangman's Tree. He picked up the pixie,
locked her in a glass enclosed ships lantern, then led
his band of pirates across the island to the hideout,
where we were captured when we came out to find a way
to go back to London.
The pirates tied me and all the boys to the main mast
on their ship, then offered us a choice – sign on as
pirates with his crew or walk the plank. Cut loose to
make our choices, the boys were scrambling to sign on
rather than drown. When I resisted, stating a faith
that Peter would save us, it brought the scramble to a
halt. Instead of an angry response, the captain
laughed. He had left a wrapped gift for Peter, from me,
at Hangman's Tree with a tag stating not to open until
six o'clock – when the bomb inside was timed to blow
him up. We should hear the deafening explosion within
the next three minutes.
The Lost Boys were stunned that their friend and leader
was in eminent danger. I was angrier than I had been,
and braced myself to reject any overtures offered by
the pirates. Upon hearing the revelation from her
lantern prison, Tinkerbell began bouncing the lantern
about. Knocking it over, she broke the glass panels.
Without being noticed, she dashed off into the evening
sky to save her friend. Peter was about to open the
gift, but Tinkerbell got it away from him barely in
time. The resounding explosion nearly killed her. We
didn't know at the moment, the distant explosion
sending out a blast of air that rocked the ship. As far
as I knew, Peter was dead. I was horrified.
Captain Hook then repeated his offer; sign as a pirate
with his crew, or walk the plank. The puzzled boys
looked to me for how to respond. I stood firm, stating
that I'd walk the plank. He glared at me, then motioned
to a couple of his pirates to grab my arms. "You won't
get away that easily, Miss Wendy!" He drew his sword,
and with a couple of deft slices, he popped off the
buttons on the front of my nightgown. The two pirates
pulled open the fabric, revealing my goosebumpy,
trembling naked body.
I felt a sense of terror, embarrassment, and rage. My
brothers had scared looks of empathy. The pirates
gawked with devilish grins. I could sense my nipples
harden with the breeze, my vaginal lips puckered
tightly, and a cold shiver deep inside me. Not only had
I just lost a friend, but his killers were stripping me
of any dignity, and all of them were about to violently
rape me in front of my little brothers. I felt sick to
my stomach. Life is sweet, and I would miss growing up,
but I couldn't submit to this. It would be better to be
dead.
The Captain smiled, reaching with his hook to rub the
point within the bare lips of my pussy, making cold
steel contact with the clitoris. It felt terrible, and
intensified my rage. Arms held by the pirates, I
grimaced, glared at the Captain, then kicked up with my
knee. I felt a hard crunch where I made contact.
Captain immediately backed away. Reaching to protect
his battered testicles, he stabbed himself in the groin
with his own hook.
The baffled expressions on the crew told the story.
They were looking forward to their chance to enjoy
themselves with me, but they knew their Captain at this
point would be unpredictable. When he was finally able
to speak, he muttered, "Tis the end to her. Have her
walk the plank."
I didn't wait. When the two pirates released my arm, I
walked proudly out on the gangplank and jumped.
RESCUED
Peter and Tinkerbell were waiting to catch me. I felt
an immediate rush of excitement. Peter was alive. He
rescued me just in time. I did not have to drown. I
hugged him snuggly as we drifted just above the water.
Peter flew me up to the crow's nest near the top of the
main mast, while the crew listened impatiently for my
splash that didn't happen. Peter cut a strip of canvas
from the nearest sail for me to use as a belt to close
my open nightgown. I was thankful for his help to
restore my modesty. Then, while Hook and his pirates
puzzled more over not hearing me splash in the water,
Peter began yelling taunting insults at Hook.
The pirates, surprised that Peter was still alive,
began climbing the riggings towards us. However, Pan's
surprise survival, coupled with his challenges to Hook,
elated and inspired my brothers and the Lost Boys to
fight with Peter. If you remember the movie, there was
quiet a scrap, with the pirates all being pushed off
the ship into the water. That hungry crocodile was
waiting when Peter finally forced Hook to fall in the
water. The last I saw of them was their mad dash across
the water to escape the hot pursuit of the crocodile.
Peter took charge of the pirate ship. Tinkerbell was
sorry for her jealous rage at me, and the damage she
had allowed because of it. Since Peter was taking me
home, she was more than happy to help. She dusted the
entire ship with her pixie dust. Then, with the Lost
Boys as his crew and John as First Mate, Peter took
command of the wheel, and had the ship weigh anchor and
lift off to sail through the skies back to London. We
were all enjoying the ride home. I noticed John stood
beside Peter, as a First Mate should, repeating
commands Peter gave. Peter's demeanor and expression
with his new role as the ship's captain told it all. It
was all a game to him, and he was having fun.
John surprised us. He started muttering a sea ditty
tune we all knew from years earlier. Peter motioned for
him to sing louder, joining his music. Within seconds
all of the Lost Boys were singing in unison with my
brother.
For me things had calmed enough to think about what had
just happened. I quivered a little as I pondered the
horrors of having believed Peter had been killed, of
Hook's tormenting me, of the threat of a gang rape by
the pirates, of throwing myself to what I thought was
my death. However, Peter seemed to take it all in
stride.
After barely escaping being blown up, he had just saved
me, led a brawl with the pirates and a swordfight with
Hook to chase them off. Now he was the captain, and he
was dealing with it with charm, humor, and a sense of
fun. I felt reassured, safe, and comfortable with him.
I was glad to be going home. I felt conflicted, because
I wanted to see him again. Tomorrow. And the next day.
And the next day after that. I wanted to grow up beside
him. He lived on Never Never Land, and if I joined him
neither of us would ever grow up. I wanted to show how
much I cared. He liked sexual romance with the mermaids
and the Indian Princess. Maybe I can share myself with
him before we get home.
I looked at my brothers to see what they were doing.
Little Michael was busy with the Lost Boys adjusting
the sails. John, leading everyone in singing more
sailing songs, stood beside Peter trying his best to be
a First Mate. John's attention was not on the ship's
wheel or the magnificent view. He was watching sexy
little Tinkerbell prance, almost dance, around a map
table, doing her best to join in with his music.
With her tiny hour-glass figure, she had John's dazzled
attention, especially when she bent over in a way that
lifted her too small skirt and exposed her little bare
bottom and the puffed labia between her legs. I smiled
at the obvious bulge in John's night shirt. After a
while, so did Tinkerbell. She fluttered her wings as
she had done a few nights before. She smiled. She
winked. Both continued to sing as she lifted the hem of
her skirt to flash a frontal view for John. She giggled
when John started rubbing himself through the night
shirt. Peter, noticing all this from his position at
the ship's wheel, smiled at John, then muttered
something I couldn't quite hear to Tinkerbell.
JOHN AND TINKERBELL
Peter winked at Tinkerbell. He then directed John to
take the wheel and hold a steady course while he helped
me search the Captain's quarters for food treats to
share with the crew. That was a good idea. I was a
little hungry. We disappeared into the Captain's
quarters and closed the door. As soon as the door
closed, Tinkerbell looked at John with a smile. She
slipped out of her outfit. She fluttered through the
air in front of John, a naked pixie with gossamer wings
flapping like a humming bird, giving him an
entertaining show. The way she did the time before, she
flew under the hem of his night shirt, then up to his
erection. She sat on that the way normal sized people
sit on a log.
John wasn't certain how she did it, but with her legs
gripping John's arousal. Using her wings to move like a
humming bird darting in and out of a blossom, the
little pixie slid up and back on his boyhood. Holding
firm to the ship's wheel, John was barely able to
remain standing. He had stopped his singing, although
the Lost Boys had not. He was too enthralled.
Tinkerbell's rubbing forced an ecstatic arousal, that
John said climaxed after a minute. With the crew none
the wiser, he squirted sticky liquid all over the
inside of his night shirt. His legs got wet. The deck
got wet. The pixie got wet. After his climax, and she
apparently had one of her own, too. She put her outfit
back on again and dashed out of his nightshirt to
settle on his shoulder. Tinkerbell liked him.
ROMANCING WITH PETER PAN
In the Captain's quarters Peter and I found a cabinet
stocked with treats, which I began handing him. Pete
briefly stopped his wise guy jokes. He tried to
apologize for getting angry about my wanting to go home
to my parents. Sometimes he missed not having them, but
as long as he stayed on Never-Never Land he didn't have
to worry about grown-ups, except for those who were a
part of his adventures, like the pirates and the
Indians.
I asked him about his romances with the mermaids and
the Indian maidens, feeling a little guilty for prying
into matter so private and so naughty. I figured if he
could cozy up with them the way he did in front of me,
he wouldn't mind talking about it. He grinned
sheepishly. He then explained they were always his
friends. They could offer physical romantic adventures
and never get pregnant because they never grew old
enough for that. Peter took some tins of cookies out to
his crew while I was still looked for other treats.
With him out of the private quarters, I took a moment
to look at myself in Hook's full length mirror. My hair
was a little askew, and nightgown a bit tattered.
I pondered again offering to thank Peter for the great
adventure with the sexual romance he liked to share
with girls. I smiled, untied the sash holding my
nightgown closed. I pulled open the front, exposing my
body in the reflection. Compared to Tinkerbell, I
didn't have much of a shape. The breasts, slightly
puffed like pancakes, were topped with pink jelly
areolas sporting nipples like cherries.
My hips were those of a twelve-year old, much less
shape than Tiger Lilly's, and I had no pubic hair. I
felt a little embarrassed at my immature body. I was
twisting back and forth to study my reflection when
Peter came back in, chattering about the tasty cookies.
Then he stopped. I blushed, closed the nightgown, and
turned to face him. He said nothing, but I noticed he
was interested. Again, there was that sudden bulge in
his pants. I thought a little longer, then opened my
nightgown again, and shyly asked if he would like to
make love to me.
Peter grinned, nodded affirmative, then turned and
locked the door. He stepped to me, placed his hands on
the sides of my chest, and leaned forward to kiss me.
It was a gentleman's peck at first, on the lips, on the
cheek, on the side of the neck, and finally to a little
nibble on the ear, before once again kissing my lips. I
could feel the warmth and strength of his body pressing
to mine when his hands reached to my back and pulled me
into him.
My breast tingled at the pressure from his chest, and
my lower abdomen began to moisten with his tented pants
pressing to me. He slid the nightgown off my shoulders,
letting it drop to the floor. Moving his hand to grip
my hips, he continued kissing me, dropping his head
from my lips to my neck, and slowing at what breasts I
had. He paused at my nipples to lick and nibble them.
That action triggered eclectic moans from me. While he
did this, I stood, barely keeping my footing, massaging
the hair on his head. He then squatted more. His lips
kissed my stomach, my lower abdomen, then my already
excited vagina. I could feel his tongue parting the
virgin lips of the vulva, slurping the pulsating juices
dripping out of them. His tongue tweaked my clitoris,
making me feel like I was about to explode. He rose
again, returning via kisses to the belly, the breasts,
the neck, the cheeks to my lips.
I helped him remove his clothes, seeing his stiff
boyhood for the first time. I was fascinated by the
twitching rod. It was smaller than I expected. Without
saying a word, when he stood up, I reached over to
grasp it. He smiled, moaned a happy sound, and held me
by the shoulders while I played with his boyhood.
I inquired about how we should do this, admitting I had
never tried it before. He smiled, then said, "I'll let
you be in charge for your first time. I'll lie on the
bed, and you lay on top of me."
I won't go into our discussion word for word, but he
stretched out on the captain's bunk, then helped me
climb up on him, so that we were hips to hips, chest to
chest, face to face. I could feel an ecstasy with his
boyhood sliding between the moistened lips of my crack.
Peter lowered, raised, lowered, then again raised his
hips slowly. His penis was within the folds of my
vagina just enough to rub the clitoris nub. I liked it.
I opened my legs to allow more intimate contact. Just
then he reached between us to guide himself into my
throbbing opening. I felt his shaft penetrate an inch
or two, then there was the pressure against the
maidenhead. Mother had warned me to expect a sharp pain
with that during the first time.
I grimaced, lifted my hips a little, then dropped
downwards as Peter was pushing up. It hurt. I paused
for the pain to subside. I then began rotating on top
of him as he began pushing and withdrawing, his hands
holding me by my naked butt. I could feel his boyhood
pushing deeper within me with each push. It felt
wonderful, more pleasurable than any touching I could
ever recall. With each additional stroke it felt
better. I could sense my sopping vagina muscles
gripping and relaxing in a rhythm that was bring me
quickly to a climax. It felt like I was bursting,
repeatedly. Then it ebbed a little, just as he began
squirting his seed within me.
I felt so wonderful as the seaman flooded my womb three
times in rapid succession. We slowed our pumping
gyrations, finally coming to a rest, me holding his
cheeks to kiss his lips, his hands on my buttocks,
rubbing back and forth. I could feel his shaft growing
less rigid inside me, our commingled love juices
dripping out of my vagina all over his groin and the
bedding.
I rolled to his side, wanting to snuggle next to him
while I went to sleep. I felt a relaxed sense of
happiness. It had been wonderful. I knew that I would
want to do it again very soon. But then I thought of
the Lost Boys and my brothers and Tinkerbell just
beyond the door. I kissed Peter and got up. Using a
nearby basin of water and a wash cloth, I cleaned
myself and Peter and the bedding.
We both dressed, found some canned fruits, and went
back outside to the ship's bridge to share more of the
captain's treats. The boys were excited. John was still
at the wheel, a sheepish grin on his tired face.
Tinkerbell flew over to sit on Peter's shoulder,
sitting there with a smile on her face. She knew we
would soon be back in London, and her threat from me
would be gone.
AFTER THE FIRST TIME
I was tired. My adventures in Peter's fantasy land had
been exciting, wonderful, and exhausting. It was a long
ride back to London, so I left Peter and Tinkerbell and
John on the bridge, went back to the captain's
quarters. I changed the bedding, then lay down to rest.
My rage and terror were a distant memory. I though of
having just lost my virginity. I felt guilty for being
so naughty with Peter, but I felt a satisfying warmth
inside.
I closed my eyes and reached inside my nightgown to
touch myself between my legs. It felt tender, but again
I found my own contact was arousing me. I started
imagining Peter inside me once more. As I slid my
finger within the slit, the sensual feeling began
pulsating, I could almost smell his breath. As my hips
began to rotate in rhythm to my finger insertion, I
muttered "Oh, Peter, oh."
"Oh Wendy, oh."
My eyes flashed open. Peter was standing beside the bed
looking down at me. I still had my hand between my
legs. I blushed, and moved my hand away. I was too
embarrassed to speak.
Sitting on the bed beside me, he took my hand and
kissed it. He mentioned that everyone else was busy. If
I wanted to try it again, he was willing. When I smiled
and nodded, he reached over to spread open my
nightgown. His hands massaged my chest, with his thumbs
riding up and across my very erect little nipples. The
electric feeling that created spread through my body
initiating a burning desire to him to enter me. After a
few seconds of this, he got up, latched the door once
more, then removed his pants. Returning to the bed, he
walked his fingers from my breasts, down my abdomen to
the focus of arousal between my legs.
I spread my legs a little to make access easier for
him. He rubbed inside my labia lips again, whispering
how pretty I was, how much he enjoyed getting to know
me so well. He then climbed on the bed over me, and
using one hand to guide himself, he entered me about an
inch. There was physical resistance, but it did not
hurt like the first time. He placed his hands on either
side of my chest, leaned his head down, and kissed me.
As we kissed, he slowly began pushing his manhood more
deeply into me.
My vaginal muscles relaxed with each stroke as he
slowly pumped like a steam train. My muscular
resistance lessened with each push, with Peter getting
to full depth after a half dozen strokes. I could sense
the escalating ecstasy once again building to a climax.
Then, with him pumping and twisting his hips, I had a
wave of ultimate pleasure. Then another wave. Then
another. Then I sensed him bursting as he erupted
inside me. After several more strokes, we both ebbed,
and he settled down on top of me, his manhood softening
within.
We got cleaned up and returned to the bridge for snacks
with the crew. He once again asked me to stay with him
at Never Never Land, but I knew I couldn't. I asked him
to stay in London, but he couldn't. He would lose his
ability to remain a boy forever where he spent every
day fighting pirates or chasing Indians or swimming
with mermaids. We both wanted to have more
opportunities to be together, but didn't know how. He
warned that I would soon be older, and he would not.
However, we would find a way to be together again.
RETURNING HOME
Time apparently had little meaning during our trek to
Never Never Land. We got back just as my parents
returned from their party, three hours after they went
out, not the days we had been gone. Papa yelled at us
for not being asleep, but we confessed to having gone
to Never Never Land with Peter Pan while they were
gone. Papa cursed, "Poppy cock! Stop filling your heads
with make believe stories about imaginary playmates. It
is time to go to bed." He was about to say more, when
mother pointed out the window. They were just in time
to catch a fleeting glimpse of the flying pirate ship
disappearing into the clouds on its return to Never
Never Land. They both smiled at the sight, forgetting
their anger at us being up. They remembered that pirate
ship from their own childhood.
REMEMBERING
I hoped Peter would come back for me again. He had
shown me such a wonderful time with the adventures, the
games, the dangers, the romance, and especially
memorable was the thrill of my first sexual experience.
I wanted to do it again with Peter. In school I
daydreamed about flying next to him and listening to
his humor. I often got in trouble for not paying
attention to the teachers. I fantasized at night about
making passionate love on that bluff where we had our
picnic. Using my fingers to stimulate my vagina into
bursting climaxes while I closed my eyes and pretended
it was Peter probing my loins.
I wanted so much to be with him. The next day mother
took me aside to quietly talk to me about Peter, asking
if I had fun on the adventure. With a bid of effort,
she got me to admit what happened between Peter and me.
I thought she would be furious accusing me of being so
naughty, but she laughed. When she was my age, she had
also gone off to Neverland with Peter, and as I had
observed, she also had watched him charming the young
maidens they met. She was not going to go to far in her
relationship with Peter, but she was captured by forest
bandits and chained to a wall.
Peter fought the bandits and rescued her. Like I had
done, she felt grateful, and a sexual encounter was the
most she had to thank him with. It turns out that like
me, mother's very first romance was with Peter Pan.
When I asked if Papa knew, she said, "Heaven's no. That
revelation would upset him in the extreme." She made me
promise never to tell about either of our sexual
awakenings. She promised to be there for me if I needed
to talk about my feelings for Peter Pan.
GROWING UP
Peter did not come back. Not the next night, nor the
next week, nor the next year. I was moved into my own
room because I was no longer a child. I missed watching
John masturbate to his own fantasies about Tinkerbell.
I would laugh about how silly were my feelings, since I
was so infatuated myself. I would leave the window open
in case he appeared again some night, but he never did.
The boys used to stay up playing pirates or Indians,
and I would still weave stories for them, but the magic
did not return. Night after night I would stare into
the night sky at the second star to the right and sigh.
I told myself that I was being a silly teenage, but I
still looked and waited and withheld accepting
invitations from young gentlemen trying to court me.
Deep inside I knew I was growing older, and he wasn't.
He had mermaids and Indian girls and sexy little pixies
in love with him, young females more than willing to
share themselves with him. I still missed him.
A few weeks after our adventure, John and I sat down at
talked to each other, confessing to our separate bouts
of naughtiness. Like my obsession for more romance
adventures with Peter, John was infatuated with the
sexy little Tinkerbell. He volunteered that he
daydreamed about her. Although we both acknowledged
peeking at each other's body when the opportunity was
there, we agreed to the taboo against getting together,
and we never did.
However, I was able to help him a month after that by
arranging for a shapely and playful friend to agree to
help him celebrate his birthday. He enjoy her charms so
much that his infatuation for Tinkerbell quickly
receded. After that he matured to be quite a 'lady's
man'. For me it took longer to overcome Peter. None of
the boys was an equal to the scampish romantic
adventurer I longed for in Peter Pan.
DAUGHTER JANE GOES TO NEVERLAND
As the years passed I grew up. I learned to dance to
catchy American ragtime music. I got to know a lot of
young men who courted me, but for a long time I wasn't
interested in more that a friendly relationship with
anyone but Peter. I went to college to learn to be a
writer, and at college I met Jack, an engineering
major. I still missed Peter, but my adventures with him
were a distant dream. Jack was a warm, charming,
dedicated man who loved me, who promised me the world.
I fell in love and I decided to marry. We settled down
in my parents old house, and I had two children of my
own; Jane in 1930 the little Richard in 1936.
I was comfortable, living happily ever after. Then the
war came, and the German bombers began dropping their
explosives on London. Jack left for the Army, while I
stayed in London trying to maintain our home. Little
Jane, her father's special little girl while he was
away, was a civil defense volunteer helping guide
people to air raid shelters during the bombings. More
concerned with the seriousness of the war around us,
she complained that my stories about adventures with
Peter Pan were 'poppy-cock' make believe. She argued
with her baby brother when he got excited playing
swordfights with pirates. That all changed when she
disappeared one evening. She returned with her own
tales of adventures with Peter Pan.
After twenty years I finally met Peter and Tinkerbell
again just moments after he bought Jane home. He was
surprised that I was all taller, older, less excitable,
and grown up. To me he looked like a spunky kid, which
is what he had remained. Although we couldn't get
together again, I still thought of him fondly. He had
been my first love, and I forever held a place for him
in my heart. We wished each other well, then off they
went towards the second star to the right.
Jane then explained what had happened. She had been
asleep next to the window when Captain Hook's pirates
stormed into her room, captured her with a burlap bag,
and took her on their flying pirate ship. According to
Jane, Peter and Tinkerbell came to the ship and rescued
her when she was being tossed in the water. What
followed was a series of adventures and misadventures,
getting to meet the amorous mermaids and other island
girl friends of Peter.
Because of Jane, Peter and the Lost Boys were captured
and tormented by Captain Hook's pirates, but with
TInkerbell's help she rescued them just before Peter
was forced to walk the plank. When I noticed that Jane
was walking a little bowlegged, I asked what happened.
With a little prodding, she confessed that she knew
from my stories, and from what she saw, that Peter
enjoyed having sex with the girls. She felt guilty for
having caused his capture, so she offered to share
herself with him.
Since he was willing to take advantage of any
opportunity like this, he took her for a picnic up to
the high meadow where I first went with him. Jane did
not go into detail about her experience, except to say
that it hurt and felt great at the same time. Now that
she was home, and relaxed, she was beginning to feel
tired and sore. She pleaded with me to forgive her for
misbehaving so terribly.
I hugged her. That little scamp, Peter Pan, had taken
the virginity of my grandmother, my mom, me, and now my
little Jane. After a moment I volunteered these
revelations to Jane, making her promise never to tell
Jack. Her dad would never understand. Smiling with
tears in her eyes, she agreed. Except for remembering
the fun adventure stories she learned from me and
mother, Jane never said much about the amorous parts of
the story.
GRANDDAUGHTER PATRICIA
Twenty five years later Jane had a twelve year old
daughter of her own named Patricia. I was a doting
grandma who filled Patricia's young mind with the old
stories of Peter Pan and his Neverland adventures. One
day Jane and Patricia came to me and volunteered that
Peter Pan had come a few days before, and taken
Patricia with him for a night of fun.
Apparently, Peter Pan was still twelve, and Tinkerbell
was still jealous of any other female Peter liked.
Peter was still friendly and openly romantic with any
girl who wanted to be with him. I smiled at the
revelation. I closed my eyes, thought of my Jack, long
gone. Then I thought of Peter. I wished I could be
young again and go back to the second star to the
right.
END
This fantasy sexual parody of a popular fairy tale was
written as a fictional creative erotic flight of
imagination. The author does not condone actual sexual
conduct with children. However, literary sexual fiction
is comparable to crime story gangsters killing of
opponents. Both add to exciting fiction, but both in
real life are immoral, dangerous, and wrong; those
adventures should remain fiction.
Additional Jack Rabbit erotic Fairy Tale parodies
posted:
Alice In Wonderland
Peter Pan
Pinocchio
Snow White Chronicles (Kristen Archives, Directory:
Just First Time Stories)
Wolf 1, Grandma (Kristen Archives, Directory: 52)
Wolf 2, Hansel & Gretel (Kristen Archives, Directory: 52)
Wolf 3, Jack (Kristen Archives, Directory: 52)
Wolf 4, Ten Little Indians(Kristen Archives, Directory: 52)
Wolf 5, Three Little Pigs(Kristen Archives, Directory: 52)
Wolf 6, Red Riding Hood (Kristen Archives, Directory: 52)
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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