My Peter Pan Problem

'You are a really beautiful woman,' MJ said.

MJ was my new roommate. She had been living, as the only female, in the coop for a while. When I visited the house, she made it clear that she wanted me to move in. Since we lived and shared all the work, you had to have a sponsor to move in, and then get voted on by all the other members of the house. In this case, there were three men. Since MJ wanted me it was no big deal getting in, and since the house was close to campus, it was a dream come true for me, as a new student at the university.

I had just come in from the shower. Moving is hard work, and I was dressing when she said that to me. I looked at her with a big smile. She was seated on her bed mattress (ours were on the floor), dressed in a black skirt and blouse. She had a nose ring, and her hair was colored fire red.

'Thank you, you're really sweet.' I said, and finished putting on my Longhorns' t-shirt. It was hot outside and school wouldn't begin for a few more weeks. We were going to be really bored unless we found something to do in the meantime. I put my cutoffs back on and we went downstairs to eat. It was a really delicious meal of curry broccoli and couscous.

MJ and I talked alone, trying to get to know each other better. She had a boyfriend, or really, a guy friend, who hung out with her a lot. I had broken up with my boyfriend before moving here. I didn't mention that it was because the affair that he was carrying on with my knocked up best friend was getting out of hand. I mean, I instigated it or at least played along. But, well anyway, that's a different story.

Physically we were quite different. She was plump. Not fat, just round, Victorian. She had large, pendulous breasts, and mine were smaller (34 Bs). She was 5 foot 2 and I, 5 foot 4. I liked to go running, she liked to smoke cigarettes. I liked to dress up, like I was on my way to a music recital, and she looked like she had slept over at an outdoor concert. I liked eye shadow and magenta lipstick and she preferred nose rings and no makeup.

We would talk into the night, sometimes, and often fell asleep on the same bed with our hands and breasts overlapping. When it got really hot outside that made sense because even after I bought my own fan it made sense to join their forces and blow them both on our naked and sweaty bodies. Once, in the middle of the night, she mumbled something and kissed me on the mouth. I let my hand wander through her hair and lay flat on my back, my legs akimbo, ready for her. But she either got scared, or didn't realize that an invitation had been issued, or she fell asleep because she didn't doing anything else.

One night she was out late with Jake, her guy. They both came in to the room. They were quiet, trying not to wake me, but MJ's whispers told me that someone was with her. I froze in my half-dozed state. I didn't want to chase them away, but the sheet I slept under went only up to my belly button.

I cracked an eyelid and could see my breasts, and my nipples, clearly in the light coming from the street. I was scared at first, but the creaking of the floorboards signaled their approach to MJ's bed. They were kissing I could hear that much. Then there were other sounds. The sound of lips smacking and gentle sucking.

I crooked my head and peered out at them. He was flat on the bed and she was giving him head. It was beautiful the way she adored Jake's erect and massive organ. She lovingly lathered his shaft with spit and tongued him all around the head. I caught of a glimpse of his face, he was a real cutie, with messy brown hair and a strong chin.

He started to groan, and then he put her on her back and started to eat her out. He must have been great at it because she started to moan very soon after he started. I was getting wet. I was trying to imagine Jake licking my clit like it was a lolly pop. I started to finger myself. I reached under the sheet and began to knead my little knob. The moisture already there began to gather, and I shut my eyes with the onrush of pleasure. My womanhood was stirring, I was opening up.

I looked over and saw Jake's cock diving into my roommate's vagina. He started to really go at it, his huge, and I mean huge, balls bounced around, banging her ass. I turned away, and relaxed. One finger kept on rubbing my clit while another finger began to slither between my wet labia.

I slid a finger in, and it felt so good. I switched back and forth , plunging in, and using the wetness to comb my clit. The wet noises coming from them grew louder, and the odor of their lovemaking filled the room.

I was on the verge of orgasm myself when he started to really buck against her. 'Come in me,' she said. "It's okay, I am on the pill."

"I love you," he said, straining to plunge into her as deep as he could go.

'I want to feel your come in me!' She cried out, and I couldn't help but call out, 'yes, yes,' from the amen corner.

My soapy forefinger danced and twirled on my clit, my face was hot and the concurrent explosive spasms coming from my pussy and the flash of warmth that supernovaed from my womb to all the far points of my body, came just as Jake was shooting his load into MJ's tender twat.

I began to sigh heavily at the image of those creamy strands of come firing from his organ into her pink velvet chamber. A second wave, more powerful than the first, raced through my body, and then it began to diminish as their cries melted into cooing. I withdrew my hand from my crotch and, sated, began to drift asleep. The sheet had come down to my hips and barely covered my pubis. I don't know who fell asleep first, I suppose it was me. In any case I was so turned on that I was determined to become involved with them both, no matter what.

Jake and I were enrolled in the same class together, Intro to Drama. For the class project the students had to be actors in one of two plays for that semester. Jake was selected to play Peter Pan in some Grad student's play, "I, Peter Pan," and I was chosen to play "Tinker Belle". There was a scene where I was supposed to be kind of intimate with Pan (I was a lover of his in the play) but the director, Sherry, kept on saying that we didn't look natural together. I think Pan was kind of hesitant, as I was, because MJ was my roommate.

The semester was coming to a close and the staging of the play not far off, when the director came to talk to me. Sherry suggested that we kiss, or do something intimate to get over our stiffness. I explained the situation to her but she just shrugged her shoulders. Then she suggested coming over with Jake to work on our scene together at my place. I could tell she thought it was really important so I consented. We got into our costumes. I wore green blush, tights and tutu. I also put sparkles all over (I was supposed to be a pixie, right?) and put my hair up in pigtails.

Jake wore a green t-shirt that was a little too tight for him and tights, also revealingly tight. He had rouge on his cheeks and his hair was long, like a horse's mane. I couldn't help but notice his beautiful package too, all swaddled up in his tights. His balls (I know, I am obsessing) were huge, and his long cock rested between them, pushing the tights out into the evening air. We stopped at a gas station to get some beer and I was alone in the car with Jake and his huge organ.

He touched my hair, and said, "don't worry about MJ." I nodded my head, unsure of what that meant. Sherry came back with the beer and we set off for my place. MJ was home when we got in, and she was surprised to see us come in, all dressed up. I went to the bathroom for a bit. I pulled my tights up in front of the mirror. I was a bit nervous, but turned on too, Jake was so cute.

I went back and the three of them stopped talking as I entered and thoughtfully sipped their beers. We started to go over our lines together. Soon Sherry had us go over our blocking, the positions we take while acting.

Then came the intimate scene. MJ sat on the one chair in the room. Sherry was off to the side, like a bed room coach, and Peter Pan was hunched over me.

Peter Pan: I saw you flirting with Captain Hook, what was all that about? (He puts an arm next to my chest, drawing closer)

Tinker Bell: Peter, I wanted to get your attention. (In the script I was supposed to brush his face with my hand, but Sherry wanted me to touch him some place on his pelvis so the audience would think we were really intimate).

I touched his balls and traced the outline of his massive penis pushing against the fabric of his costume. He was getting hard and the girls drew in closer, fascinated by his cock's metamorphosis. Soon it was sticking straight out at me, I could see the outline of his head growing deep red against the costume. He touched my tutu along my crotch and, using only his forefinger, gently traced the folds of the tights around my sex.

MJ suddenly stood up, crossed the room and pulled down my top, revealing my breasts. Peter Pan looked like he was starving for my pussy. He was now hovering over me and I reached over and pulled his dick out. It was red-purple and utterly rigid to my touch.

I began to stroke it with my hand. It was so hot, I remember, like I had pulled a sword out of the forge. Sherry gasped, but soon got over her shock. She helped Pan/Jake out of his shirt and he had this ecstatic look on his face as I coaxed the first drops of come from his dick. He started to moan and spurts of his hot and sticky come landed on my costume and on my exposed breasts.

Incredibly though, he wasn't satisfied. He placed the head of his cock between the deep folds of my tights and began to push. Then he pulled my costume's bottom a little to the side, and began to rub my tights with the swollen head of his penis. We all thought he was just playing. We were still standing up, and MJ pulled back my hair as Jake leaned forward to kiss me in the mouth. MJ was rubbing her boyfriend's come into my breasts, when we heard a ripping sound and I felt the whoosh of his organ filling mine. It was a glorious feeling, every nook and cranny of my pussy touched by this man.

I remember thinking it was okay, looking at his glistening meat as it pulled out briefly before plunging through me again, because he had already come. I don't how or who did what first, but the next thing I knew my legs were wrapped around his back and he held me up and pressed against his chest, while his hands lifted my ass cheeks and then pushed them down around his cock. Every time his penis cleaved me, I let out the most feminine sigh I could.

Jake and I were wearing matching green hunting caps that began to shake loose with our lovemaking. Since Jake's hands were busy suspending my body in air, and then using his impossibly stiff organ to impale me and keep me up, while he rested his hands on my back, rubbing my shoulders. MJ took our caps off. I looked at her, questioning her with my eyes.

I'll never forget the look in her eyes. Not a single mote of jealousy, only the greatest affection in her sparkling emerald eyes glittered back at me.

Jake laid me down on my bed, while MJ sat at my side and removed my barrettes to let my hair down. Then she started to massage my scalp. Sherry sat by the side, on the chair, shocked by how she had lost control of the proceedings, but entranced by her own voyeurism.

My legs had only been a little ajar when he tore through my tights, and I could feel his silken balls slapping against my thighs and ass cheeks. He spread my legs and tilted my pelvis up so he could really pound into me. He could reach so far into me his head was teasing my cervix.

It was so strange that it would take making love with my roommate's boyfriend, while she participated, to feel so womanly. Everything I associate with being a woman—the warm tenderness, the soft enveloping love that only women can give, the potential to bring new life into the world, especially that week—all came into focus at that moment, while this man whom I barely knew, who was dressed like a fairy, was heaving and sweating on top of me, his muscles tensing and relaxing, his organ already started to pulse inside me.

Jake's face was flushed red, he looked kind of tomatoey with his makeup on, and he began to groan a bit..."ohhhh", he said in his husky voice. Then he went back to stroking his penis up and down in me, his face the picture of concentration. Suddenly he began to shudder.

I could feel an intense throbbing sensation coming from within and his face was curled up in a mask of pain and pleasure. I grabbed my breasts and touched my nipples until they stood up and then he heaved over me and landed his mouth on mine. Our tongues touched with our kissing and he ran his hand through my hair, crisscrossing MJ's hand and holding it too.

When he pulled out, MJ got up and she began to lick his cock. She lathered it with her spit and proceeded to lick him clean of his juices and mine. Within seconds of him pulling out, his seed began to spill out of me and down my right ass cheek. Sherry came over and again pushed my legs apart and began to lick my clit. It was swollen and sensitive, even to the air, but her gentle licks eased the sensations racking my body until they gave birth to an orgasm so powerful I shouted and closed my legs around her head.

My head swam, my eyes rolled back and I flung my arms back and my pelvis shuddered. I felt as if I were losing control as waves of pleasure, in symphony with gasping contractions of my womb trying to slurp up Jake's come. As the waves of warmth began to subside, I could feel another tidal wave of the big O coming at me.

Sherry was sucking the come out of me, using her tongue to ply into my plush walls and pulled wads of come out on her tongue and either licked it onto my thigh or swallowed it, I don't remember, probably a bit of both.

The four of us spent the night making love together, MJ and her man, and me and Sherry. I enjoyed making out with Sherry, I finger fucked her and sucked her clit until she came. We lay in bed together kissing and touching through much of the night, only giving up to sleep a bit as the sun rose. We slept through the next day, exhausted, but my intimacy problem with Peter Pan was solved.