77 Novel(s) Related To Fingering Stories

Rumble" The Finger of the People! One Finger on the People! In an instant, the whole space was filled with endless storms. A finger was 1,000 meters long, across the sky. Among them were apparition / phantom s of all life. Their faces were sincere, as if they were praying to a deity. A wave of great might supported their fingers. With this finger, four ancient symbols were embedded. Wherever it went, space was pierced into a huge passageway. "Oh no!" At this moment, Feng Canyun, Poison King, Bentley Sun, Gu Yan, and Xuan Qianchong's expressions completely changed. With this finger, Zephyr Khan would definitely die. But at this time, they had no strength to resist and move forward, because the momentum on the opposite side did not allow them to participate. For a moment, the faces of the five people were full of grief and indignation, and they could only helplessly watch Zephyr Khan die.

Horace was the best candidate; I didn't even need to get my hands dirty. In the seventh year, Horace took me to see the maple leaves. The hills were painted red, full of wild energy and life. As we walked down the mountain, I silently took his hand. I wished that time could stand still in that moment.

Chapter 12: True Love's Embrace Finally, the day of their reunion arrived. Ella stood nervously, her heart pounding in her chest, as Alexander approached her. The anticipation and the weight of their shared memories created an electric tension between them. In that moment, all doubts and fears melted away. Their eyes locked, and the world around them faded into insignificance. Without a word, Alexander took Ella's hand, gently sliding the glass slipper onto her foot, where it fit perfectly, sealing their bond. Their love story, which had begun with a chance encounter, blossomed into a romance filled with mutual admiration, support, and a shared vision for the future. Together, they embarked on a journey of love, overcoming obstacles and defying expectations.

She winked and spoke in a flirtatious way. She stepped forward towards my father and kept her hands on his shoulders. Every time she came near my dad, her dangerous scent would make my dad go crazy for her. KNOCK KNOCK My dad moved away from Caroline and sat at his seat as he heard the knock which made Caroline shocked. She had a thought that she would use her beauty as a weapon for everything but sadly she didn’t know it would work every time. “Sit down and continue your work, we’ll talk about our personal matters later.” My father continued his work.

Showering, I often find myself fingering myself. Letting the hot, warm water spill across my body as I lean back in against the wall. one hand caressing between my large tits while I fondle them like my nightly paramour would. my fingers stroking down across the smooth, shaved mound of my pussy as I stroke across the sensitive tip of my clit, rubbing down across its hood to dip my wet fingers into myself as I feel myself getting closer and tighter to orgasm.

My juices squirted around his fingers, soaking his hand and the fresh sheets. “Oh my God… your fingers feel so good… I just love how your fingers are destroying my pussy for me… I love this fingering than anything else… go deeper with your fingers and don’t even pause… fuck me harder with those thick fingers… harder… please!” I begged, while I was still squeezing my own breasts so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My hands continued roaming wildly over my body, it was pinching, slapping, caressing, as if I couldn’t control myself anymore. “I can’t live without this… I love sex and I love fingering… I love everything that feels good inside my pussy… I can’t survive without getting fucked or without having nothing inside my pussy… destroy my whole pussy… my pussy is all yours now so go even deeper with the pressure and force… I need to be fucked all the time fingers and big long massive cocks… I think I’m addicted…”

“I’m going to keep adding a finger, until you’re ready for me,” “Y-Yes,” he whispers, his eyes hooded. I keep fingering him, adding a second finger. Occasionally, he clenches for a few seconds before relaxing his muscles. When I add a third finger, he whined, tensing up. I lowered myself, bracing myself on my other elbow.

he growled, the word pulled from him as he finger f-ked her, going deeper, pushing it further. Eight points, he thought. He was the first to get his come into her, though he’d lose half a point from using his fingers and not his c-ck. Still, fingering her was three, though he thought, and fingering her in order to rub a load of his come into her should be an extra point. One point for the kiss. Dry humping her to orgasm was two… He was ahead of Heath and Cameron both… His competitiveness against his mates caught him by surprise.

My body is craving for her long and slender fingers. My body is trembling with anticipation as im waiting for Eleanor to insert her fingers inside me. I need it. Then Eleanor obeyed my plea, she inserts her middle finger inside me. I gasp as I savor her fingers but it's not enough. Then Eleanor added her ring finger inside me and it was so fucking good. I moaned and clutch on her shoulder for support. Eleanor started pumping her fingers, in and out. Then out of nowhere, Eleanor added another finger inside me.

He punctuated his words by thrusting two of his fingers deep inside me in one go. I felt my slippery walls gripping his fingers, trying to suck them in as I pushed back, taking more. He placed his palm on the small of my back to hold me in place as he started to move his fingers, fûcking me with them. “You really weren’t lying, huh? When you said you wanted to be fûcked, look at you taking my fingers so far inside your pûssy.” I could feel myself dripping around his fingers and not just that but I could also hear the embarrassing sound his fingers made as he thrust them back and forth. “Can you take three? Let’s see.” “Oh... My. God.” I groaned as he circled his third fingers around my entrance and then slipped it inside me beside his two fingers already there. It was a tight fit, and I felt like I’d break apart in tiny pieces any second now.

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I take my middle finger and my ring finger, and I slide all my rings except my engagement off, then I slide my fingers inside her, stuffing them in. "You're so tight." I say as I pump my fingers in and out of her. I tell her to flip over and she does, so I reward her with my fingers, pumping them inside her as i kiss her ass. She moans and grabs my wrist as I finger her. "How is... how are you gonna fit?" she pants, moaning and breaking her arch.

When he captured my nipple between his fingers, I arched my back harder and ground my pussy against his bulge, desperate for him to put it inside me already. He grabbed one of my breasts, then dropped his other hand between my legs, shoving them between my sopping pussy lips, then into me. He shoved his fingers into me over and over, hitting my G-spot every time. I threw my head back and placed a hand over my mouth, the pressure building higher and higher in my core. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body, my legs trembling. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he held his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams, then dipped his head to whisper into my ear, “My son can’t make you come just by sticking his fingers into your sopping little cunt, can he?”

He ate her out while fingering me. I was so incredibly turned on that I couldn't stop moaning loudly, even though he was only using his fingers. The room was filled with the sounds of my daughter and me moaning. He took turns eating us out and fingering us until we were dripping with juices. We both reached our climax at the same time, crying out.

My fingers moved faster, two of them sliding through my folds dipping inside just enough to stretch and tease before pulling back to rub firm circles on my clit. The ache built sharp and sweet spreading through my belly down my thighs. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet while I imagined his voice in my ear telling me how long he had wanted his how and how he would fill me so good. I spread my legs wider, knees bent and worked myself harder. Now three fingers slick with my own wetness were plunging in and out while my thumb pressed steadily on my clit. My breasts bounced with each small thrust of my hand nipples aching for a mouth I knew I should not crave. The pressure coiled tighter muscles fluttering around my fingers until I could not hold back anymore.

But part of me wants to savor her, not treat her like food like I did with my other victims. I move the crotch of her panties to the side, slipping my middle finger inside her. She lets out a surprised gasp and moves her hips harder, humping at my hand. Her pussy is drenched, she’s one of those women that really gets sopping wet. I swirl and dig around, exploring her insides. The rippled walls clenched tight around my finger. I nibble at her neck again. A swift bite of my jaw and I could be feasting, drinking her life essence. I resist. She has no idea how close she is to death, no idea who is fingering her wet cunt right now.

The little she-wolf continued to run into the woods, her sight blinded by bloodlust. Her vision was red, with black dots representing distinct objects, like the reddish-black coals of a dying fire. Run! A voice in her head screamed over and over again and she obeyed, racing as though trying to tear herself from her skin. The pain was intense and overwhelming, and all she could think of was the pain and flesh: delicious, intoxicating flesh.

Finrir sees this as his moment to not just recount their arduous journey but to weave a tale that immerses them in the vivid reality he experienced. Bryan's request for information resonates with Finrir, and with a graceful motion, he glides a few strokes backward, creating a subtle distance between himself and the others. This deliberate movement sets the stage, signaling his intent to employ his bardic skills and transport them into the heart of the narrative. With squared shoulders and unwavering determination, he prepares to share their tale.

After the wound on my hand had mostly healed, I went to work at an orphanage as a music teacher. The children there were incredibly sweet. No matter how casually I played, they always responded with the most sincere praise. "Mr. Clinton, that was amazing! You're the best piano teacher ever—way better than that Petrova guy in our textbooks!" When they noticed my missing finger, they would say things like, "Mr. Clinton must've been too perfect, so fate got jealous and took one of his fingers away."

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”