Fingering Erotica Novels & Stories

I push my panties to the side and without hesitation, I put in two fingers and whimper at how needily my cunt swallows them and roll my hips as best as I can to create the simulation of riding a cock. God I'm so hungry for cock, I bite down on my lip. My boyfriend never last long, never satisfies my craving, I push in the third finger and push it in and out, my wet juice is staining my fingers and I can't stop. It feels good but not good enough. I throw my head back and try to regulate my breathing, a teacher getting caught fingering herself during after school hours won't go down well with everyone. I angle my fingers and I swear, I feel like I am seeing stars with the new angle. I stick my

“Cum on my fingers while those guys are working out just a few feet away. Let me feel this tight pussy squeeze me.” The combination of his dirty words, his skilled fingers, and the risk of getting caught pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit me hard. I clenched around his fingers, my whole body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I kept my mouth shut tight, only letting out tiny, muffled whimpers. Jax kept fingering me gently through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I was limp and panting against the shelf. “Good girl,” he whispered, finally pulling his fingers out. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean right behind me. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

She nodded slowly, biting her lower lip. I began to move my finger. Slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out before plunging deep into her wet heat. The sound of her juices squelching around my finger was terrifyingly loud in the quiet room. Valerie arched her back off the mattress, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I increased the speed. I started fingering her fast. Really fast. My hand became a blur as I pumped my fingers into her dripping cunt, my thumb relentlessly crushing against her clit.

Her fingers thread through my hair, pushing me deeper between her legs, her hips rolling around me, riding my fingers. I thrust deeper, faster, making her scream louder. Her walls clench around my fingers, her arousal dripping down my fingers. She comes with a choked cry, her entire body shuddering as she pulses around my fingers, begging for more. I go slower, swallowing every drop of her orgasm. When her body starts to relax, I pick up the pace, working my fingers inside her while she whimpers repeatedly, begging me to let her come again. She's completely dazed now, riding my fingers with a slow, punishing pace.

He claimed. Elara added a third finger, stretching herself as she imagined Darius thrusting into her in one powerful stroke. “Yes… fuck me like you own me,” she gasped, her free hand twisting her nipple harder. The wet sounds of her fingers plunging in and out filled the chamber, obscene, empowering. Her juices coated her hand, dripping down to the sheets.

Her hips moved in sync with his fingers, desperately seeking more pleasure. “Eric... I need...” Her head fell back as he plunged his fingers inside her once again, skillfully using his thumb to apply pressure to her swollen clit. The sensation of her tightness and the silkiness of her skin enthralled him. He reveled in the pulsating grip around his fingers as he brought her closer and closer to climax.

Chance whispered. I ignored him, not giving him permission to look, and used a finger to rub my clit. My body twitched and his tensed with my movement. Curling my middle finger, I slid it into my pussy while my thumb to rub circles under my clit. Wet sounds filled the room as I slid my finger in and out of my pussy. The erotic sounds of my finger moving in and out of my wet canal was a temptation I knew he struggled with. My stiletto rose and fell with his quickened breathing.

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

It is extremely hot, hotter than the water of the bath and the girl feels her cunt almost suck her digits inside. It isn’t long before she is sliding them in and out all the way up to her knuckles and adding a third finger to the mix. Adding that third stretches her nicely. Her free hand goes from tugging and pinching her erect nipples to playing with her clit. The girl is moaning and panting while she brings herself closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh, Jerry!” she moans when she plunges her fingers as deep as she can, curving them to brush that certain spot. She smiles to herself when the image of her boyfriend fucking her drives her to pump her fingers harder and faster, imagining they are Je

Throwing my head back, I gasped softly when Dante worked his fingers outside me, my slick wetness coating his fingers. His fingers brushed the sensitive spot inside my pussy and I squirmed, my pussy throbbing. The water pouring all over our bodies added to the erotic sensation and it made me delirious. I began grinding my pussy against his fingers desperate for more friction even as Dante squeezed my breasts with his hands. "Oh... Feels good, huh?" Dante growled into my ears. I nodded rapidly, bucking my hips now, my orgasm imminent. "Sso good. Your fingers, they're so good. Don't stop, please. I'm going to cum soon." I moaned, my blood boiling as he squeezed my breasts, adding more erotic s