Fingering Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He slips a finger in her hole, making her almost yelp in pleasure. His finger strokes her insides while his other hand massages her. Scarlett’s body starts to act on its own, matching his thrusts. She slightly moves with his fingers, feeling him touch her most innermost parts. The feeling is euphoric, setting her on fire with lust. He strokes her clit and f*cks her with his finger at the same time. Her walls tighten around him, her insides filling with anticipation.

“Don’t stop.” I tried. I really did, but it was hard to focus when he was finger-fucking me from behind. He added a third finger and stretched me open again, and my knees felt weak. I held onto the counter with one hand while I stirred with the other. My tits bounced gently with every thrust of his hand. After a few minutes he pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. “Clean them.” I opened wide and sucked his fingers clean, tasting both of us. He groaned softly and ground his cock against my ass.

My body was on fire, aching for release, and the teasing pressure of his fingers between my legs only made the need more unbearable. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my breast as he moved his mouth to the other, lavishing it with the same attention. “Good girl,” he whispered, his words sending a thrill of heat through me. Without warning, his fingers slid deeper, finding my entrance and thrusting one long finger inside me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my body arching into him as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. He began moving his finger in slow, deliberate strokes, curling it just right to hit the most sensitive spot deep inside me. My breath hitched, and I bit my lip

Julian leaned in, his mouth hovering just inches from mine, his breath hot against my lips. "Tell me what you want, Moh. Say it." "I want. . . I want you," I sobbed, my eyes fluttering shut. "Not just 'you'. Say who I am to you." He increased the pace, his fingers thrusting deep and then withdrawing, over and over, mirroring the act of sex. The sound of it, the wet, rhythmic sliding of his fingers, in and out of my pussy filled the quiet room. I was close, so close, the tension coiled in my stomach like a spring about to snap.

Leaning over, he shoved his still wet fingers into her mouth. Hungrily, she sucked on the fingers, her tongue lapping up the taste of her juice. Seconds later, he snatched back the fingers. “You like that, yeah?” he demanded, arrogance in his smile. Then he shoved into her fully without warning, pounding into her as he worked his fingers on her clit simultaneously. She thrashed and buckled, raising her hips to meet his every thrust. She sunk her fingernails hard into his wrist hard in her throes of lust and watched as his cock met her pussy and sank into it.

I murmured as I pushed my middle finger in her tight channel. " Ahhh." Her back arched up and I dipped my head into her chest more. Her hand grabbed my hair tightly that I groaned but didn't stop finger fucking her. I pushed my second digit in her, preparing her for me so that she wouldn't feel pain afterall we will have sex after 15 days.

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.

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

With his eyes locked with mine, he slowly took my fingers in. His actions went straight to my groin, and I found myself growing impossibly hard. The werewolf king scraped his teeth on my fingers, eliciting a moan from me. I shivered at the feelings that threatened to tear my body in two. "Enough!" Breathing loudly, I removed my fingers from his mouth. They were wet with his saliva and looked hot enough for what I wanted to do with them. With my eyes still locked with his half-dilated ones, I stuck the wet finger into my hole.

3’s mouth as well, leaving our lipstick smears around the skin of his fingers. Then he dips his fingers into his champagne flute, repeating the process again while we run out tongues all over his fingers. Then he does it the third time, then the fourth time, and by the fifth time, his fingers are totally coated with our lipsticks of different shades of red and pink, and yet dry from our desperate sucking. In a strange way this has made me horny, and when I look at No. 2 who's clenching her legs tightly, and No. 3 who's tongue is still out and her eye all hazy, I realise that they feel the same way.