Fingering Novels & Stories

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.

After ten breaths passed, Liam suddenly moved just as Jimmy was about to mock. He lightly lifted his index finger, forming an arch shape, then struck down on Julian's wrist! Liam seemed gentle, but in that instant, a buzz seemed to scatter invisible sound waves everywhere! After the index finger came down, it was the middle finger and, finally, the ring finger! Up, middle, down! Three parts, nine beats! Liam's three fingers continuously struck Julian's wrist at a very strange frequency.

He continues, going from the thumb of his left hand all the way to his little finger for five, then the little finger of his right hand for six, all the way to his right thumb for ten. “Let’s say you want to work out what four nines are,” he says. “Fold your fourth finger down.” He bends his ring finger and looks along the line. “Fourth finger,” he corrects the girl next to him, tapping them. “One, two, three, four.” He folds it down for her, and she giggles. “The fingers on the left of the folded down one are tens. The fingers on the right of the folded down one are units. So how many tens do you have?” “Three…” They all say doubtfully.

They’re filthy, wet, and loud. The alpha fingering me curls his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars; his thumb presses down on my clit in time with the blond alpha's tongue. The stimulation is too much; my pussy tightens, and my legs start to shake. "I-I can't," I choke out, but it's too late.

He slid another finger inside of me and started fingering me at a constant pace. "Jesus! You’re so wet!" His expert hands traced all over my bare body. It seemed he knew every part of my body. His fingers were busy doing their own work. He knew the pace and depth of me. He was making me moan the loudest. I already came just by him fingering me for a few seconds. He stared at my pussy and his facial expressions were confusing so I tried to close my legs. But he grabbed my thighs and locked them open with his arms.

As the other fingers held the passage open, his middle finger moved over it, up and down teasingly. Her grip trembled at his thighs as they tightened their hold; her mouth fell open without a sound; breath stuck in her chest as she bowed over with each pass of his finger. With each complete circle his hand made, his index and middle finger tightened around their hostage. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of her breast as he pushed her back upright against him. She panted as he pulled as he pushed, forcing her to the very tip of her toes, his hold supporting her trembling jelly legs. On their own accord, her hips danced, her pelvis pushing back and forth seeking more friction as she rode

His fingers slid through her curls and met her wet folds. Raymond captured the moan she released. It wouldn’t take long. He realized how starved for sex she was and let his fingers do their magic. Caressing her, rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger, he could feel her excitement rise. He would make it worthwhile for her.

I wasn't looking at him, but I could feel the way his eyes were following my every movement, taking it all in, and I didn't even realize when he came close to me until he pressed his hand against mine. I gasped loudly, "Shh, remember we don't want to wake Kyle up." I immediately clamped a hand down on my mouth and tried to keep my moans in. "What are you doing?" I asked, as his rough fingers coupled with my small ones did things to my stomach and I could feel the tension deep in my belly. "Giving you your next lesson. Fingering." "Wait, what..." I screamed or was it moaned as I felt a finger slip into my hole, and it was not as unpleasant as I had expected.

I could hear myself making these tiny, broken sounds I couldn't control, muffled against my palm. He added a finger—thick, sliding in easily because I was so wet—curled it, dragged it out, pushed back in with two. I bit my hand to keep myself from crying out. He crooked them just right and I saw stars, my hips grinding down on his face. He didn't rush. Took his time. Licking, sucking, fingering me open like he was memorizing every reaction, every time I tensed, every time my thighs twitched.