Advancing on the girls

The Lost Boys all have removed their animal fur pants. Their hard cocks all point to your little group of girls, as they all slowly walk toward them, seemingly in a trance. You know that look; they're mesmerized by the fucking they've just witnessed.

The three girls look up at the advancing Lost Boys and grin in unison. You are still deep in Peter's pussy, but she pushes on you and slides off your cock, her cunt weeping your thick cum. Peter lines up next to Wendy and Tiger Lily, all three pairs of eyes watching the Lost Boys with pure lust.

The rabbit boy walks up to Wendy, and she crawls to take his cock in her hand. One of the raccoon twins approaches Tiger Lily, who slides up and licks his shaft. Peter and the skunk teen, who is the shortest of the Lost Boys, meet in the middle. Peter takes the boy's peter in both his hands. The other three boys watch, gently stroking themselves. The sounds of slurping and the sight of these three girls you've just fucked starting an suck fest with the Lost Boys has you hard as a rock.

You hear a high-pitch twittering in the trees above you. It almost sounds like birdsong, but then you hear a tiny female voice say, "Cover me, Meadow Rue." You look up and see two pixies on a tree branch. One is kneeling in front of the other, working his tiny little prick. The kneeling one looks familiar, and then you remember your dream before you came to Neverland, with the glowing moth with legs. It's got to be Tinkerbell! She's giving the male pixie a blow job. Then you hear a tiny moan, and as you watch a cloud of sparkling dust shoots out of his cock and sprinkles Tink. Pixie cum!

Tinkerbell groans, and then something strange happens. She seems to be getting larger. The branch creaks, and the girl pixie jumps off, fluttering her wings rapidly. The other pixie sees you watching, squawks in his wee voice, and flits away as fast as possible, pulling up his leotard as he flies. You watch Tinkerbell start falling faster as her wings have trouble keeping her aloft. You stand up and quickly move under her, stretching your arms to catch her. She plops into your grasp, and now you hold a lithe five foot tall pixie who is buxom as hell. Her nipples poke through the very thin gauzy tunic she's wearing. You can smell a strong flowery aroma rising from her loins. She looks up at you with dreamy, languid eyes.

"You're not a Lost Boy. You're a Lost Man!" she says in a light soprano voice. She licks her lips.