Fingering Novels & Stories

“Use your right index finger.” Her mind raced, questions clawing for attention, but fear snuffed them out. Survival instinct took over. Get out. Now. She extended her right index finger, hesitating only a moment before pressing it against the cold, unyielding sensor. A soft beep signaled compliance, and the locks disengaged with an audible click that was almost a relief.

He changed his tongue with his finger She let out a high pitched moan as his finger penetrated deep into her pûssy. And gently he started thrusting in and out her pûssy hole freely in a slow motion but he increased his finger action on her pus*y, fing*ring her pu**y much faster than usual. He was fingering her In both her pûssy and a$s hole, at the same time and she was going crazy, her hips and whole body jolting uncontrollably

“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.

Little Norah pushed a finger deep in her wet p*ssy, making her gasp loudly. She thrust the finger in and out of her p*ssy walls, slowly at first and slowly building a consistent momentum to faster and more powerful fingering. She teased her clit using the tip of her tongue, licking and exploring while leaving the finger at its exploits.

He kneaded the other intensely and slowly worked his way towards my p*ssy. Quickly, slowly—like an expert who had mastered the art of weaponizing a woman with his finger—he dipped 2 fingers into my p*ssy. I shrieked with so much intensity. My breathing was all over the place and my moans were loud. The cold rain wasn't making me feel cold anymore but hot. I felt so hot. He kept digging his fingers inside me, in and out, and then dipped another finger. "Do you like it… do you like me fingering you…."

Even with his large fingers, Desmond had never been able to get more than two in. No matter how wet I was. Figuring mine were pretty thin though, I decided to add a fourth finger anyway. And the groan that tore out of me was animal and raw. My walls stretched to their absolute limit around four fingers. My thighs shook. My free hand abandoned my clit to grab the headboard because my whole body needed anchoring. I wasn't used to it. However, I smiled naughtily at the realization that I was technically fisting myself. "Please," I said to nobody. "Please, please, please…"

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.

Twisting his hand around, his fingers still inside me, he uses his thumb and fingers at the same time. I’m shaking underneath him. He’s barely touching me, his throat at eye level, and I lean back against the bed to peer into his eyes. They are heavy-lidded, and he’s drawn his bottom lip between his teeth. I brace, but it’s too late. He starts slowly and then picks up a punishing rhythm, fucking me with his fingers and using his thumb to drive me higher and higher toward orgasm.

He’d slide one finger right into me, one manly elegant finger, and twist it till I wailed with delight. Without thinking, I made thought into deed, using my own hands to act out the fantasy. Pushing my hand into my panties, I stroked my own flesh with intensity. I rubbed harder than a gentle gardener ever would. Fingering with rhythmic swirling’s, I brought my body to a fine burning climax, as a pair of brown eyes seemed to watch. Their pupils widened as my body bucked and heaved, then darkened as I groaned in release.

I fingered her leisurely, building my need, my kiss gentling into a slow, deep fucking of her mouth. I couldn’t breathe for pleasure, her entire body quivered as I cupped her in my hand and my long middle finger slid lazily into her. My palm rubbed against her clit, my fingertip stroking over delicate tissues. My other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place, restraining her.