Keep Peter's secret

"Go right ahead," you taunt the lithe brunette. She takes the initiative and grasps your rapidly hardening member through your scrubs while you show her you're just as fast as her lightning reflexes and slip your fingers into the top of her leggings.

Peter's eyes go wide, either from the feeling of your finger slipping between her rapidly moistening folds or from the completely unexpected cock that she can barely wrap her delicate hand around. You drag your finger across her clit as you push the tip of the digit closer to that tight little hole of hers.

"Oh my!" Peter half gasps. One of the other Lost Boys whispers for you two to hush but does not turn around. Her hand keeps tightening and relaxing on your shaft, but not stroking. You get a dirty grin on your face and take a step closer to the leader of the Lost Boys. With a firm but gentle grasp on her wrist, you start moving her hand on your cock, stroking you. As if by instinct, Peter starts moving her fingers and thumb, teasing your shaft. You pull your finger tip out of her and start massaging her clit in long slow circles, using her juices for lube.

"You are a girl," you whisper harshly.

"I'm not...I'm a..."

"You have a pussy. A cunt, a cum bucket, a twat, the holiest of hole-ies, a slit, a snatch," you hiss, never relenting on her clit. Peter's knees start to go weak and she wraps a leg around your hip, pulling you closer. "This is your clit. You like it when I rub it like this, don't you," you say. It wasn't a question. Peter's head melts into your chest and you feel her nod.

"It makes me whole body tingle and my head is full of fog."

"Say what I just said."

"I have a pussy. A cunt, a cum bucket, a twat, the holiest of hole-ies, a slit..a snatch...a clit...and I love it when you....you...." Peter repeats, her voice shaky until it trails off completely and she stifles a scream by biting your arm.

"Shhh!" both of the Raccoon Twins whisper harshly.

"This is a cock," you say, squeezing her hand around your meat while you keep finger her clit through her first orgasm.

"....cock..."

"Dick."

"...dick...."

You speed up on her clit, still circling and flicking it madly.

"Fuck stick."

"Fuck......oh fuck....." Peter mews as she cums again, or maybe it's still you can't tell. The heat coming out of her snatch is insane.

"You want to feel it inside you."

"fuck..." Peter half-shouts again, screaming into your bicep as her knees try to fold. "God yes," she says in a half-second of clarity.

Taking the initiative, you grab Peter's leggings under her snatch and rip them open a little, just enough to squeeze your rod into her molten pussy.

As you get ready to line up your dick, using Peter's hand to guide you, you feel someone tap you on your shoulder. Your head snaps around and there's Wendy.