Fingering Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He kissed her deeply, letting his tongue roll in her mouth while his large hand slid between her legs. His thick fingers rubbed her soaked pussy. Clara moaned hard. She wrapped her arms around him as he pushed two of his fingers inside her. She moaned louder. He began fingering her roughly, curling his fingers to stroke her G-spot. At the same time, he guided Sara’s head down to his cock. “Suck it, baby. Choke on your stepdaddy’s big cock.” Sara obeyed eagerly. She opened her mouth wide and took his enormous length deep into her throat.

Sex with Felix was always just that… No spark or explosion I’d read about. “This is even better than I fucking imagined,” I heard him whisper, sliding with practiced precision, taking in my other fold while his fingers replaced the spot where his mouth had just left. His silky saliva made them respond easily as his fingers grasped my hardened nipples between his index and middle finger. My whole head was spinning and my body was shaking under his tongue, his warm hands already feeling me up, and all I could do was push slow humps against that swollen bulge waiting to be free.

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

“Touch me. Put your fingers in my pussy. I’m wet. I’m so wet for you.” She guided his hand between her legs. His fingers were clumsy, hesitant. She spread her thighs wider, showing him. “Here. Just push inside.” His fingertip brushed her swollen lips, then dipped into her opening. A jolt of pleasure shot through Francine. She arched against his hand. “Yes. More. Use two. Fuck me with your fingers.” He obeyed, pushing two fingers deep into her slick channel. She rocked against them, her hips seeking their rhythm. Her own moans mixed with the sound of the rain. She sucked his cock again, harder, faster, her head bobbing vigorously.

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I pushed a third finger in, stretching myself open, feeling that delicious burn. In my fantasy, he bent me over the kitchen counter, yanking my shorts down my ankles. I could almost feel the cool edge of the granite pressing into my hips as he freed his cock and rubbed the thick head along my dripping slit. I rolled onto my stomach, ass lifted slightly, face buried in the pillow so I could pretend he was right behind me. My fingers kept thrusting; three of them now, while my hips rocked back to meet every stroke. My pillow smelled of shampoo, but it was his scent that surrounded me. His big hand was gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling me back onto his cock as he sank into me

He moved his head down, his mouth finding my nipple and sucking it so hard I arched my back, screaming his name. His hand slid down, his fingers diving into my wetness. "Fuck, Lia, you’re soaking," he muttered, his thumb rubbing my clitoris exactly how I had been doing earlier, but a thousand times better. I was shaking, my head hitting the pillow as he worked his fingers inside me, stretching me out and getting me ready for him.

I felt myself becoming increasingly wet with desire. He mingled his saliva with my essence, creating a unique dance where only we could hear the enchanting music. Minutes seemed to blur as he tantalized and teased, until I felt something enter me. I struggled to find the words to describe it, realizing they were his fingers. I knew that soon, an unstoppable force would consume me. His fingers moved in and out, exploring various rhythms and speeds, always leading to the same destination. I could sense his breath against my ear, his fingers still strumming me with skilled precision.

Cara hissed in pleasure and spread her legs wide to allow him better access. "Yes.. yes.. don't stop," she whispered as she began to thrust back at his fingers. Lance quickly added a third finger and increased the speed of his thrusts. The "flick flick flick" sound of his ministrations as his oily fingers drilled in and out of her wet vagina merged with her moans to form an orchestra that made his penis extra hard. Cara had gotten up on her elbows and knees and was now fucking back at his fingers with reckless abandon. "Ohh deeper.. right there.. yes."

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.