Fingering Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

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I take my middle finger and my ring finger, and I slide all my rings except my engagement off, then I slide my fingers inside her, stuffing them in. "You're so tight." I say as I pump my fingers in and out of her. I tell her to flip over and she does, so I reward her with my fingers, pumping them inside her as i kiss her ass. She moans and grabs my wrist as I finger her. "How is... how are you gonna fit?" she pants, moaning and breaking her arch.

When he captured my nipple between his fingers, I arched my back harder and ground my pussy against his bulge, desperate for him to put it inside me already. He grabbed one of my breasts, then dropped his other hand between my legs, shoving them between my sopping pussy lips, then into me. He shoved his fingers into me over and over, hitting my G-spot every time. I threw my head back and placed a hand over my mouth, the pressure building higher and higher in my core. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body, my legs trembling. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he held his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams, then dipped his head to whisper into my ear, “My son can’t make you c

He ate her out while fingering me. I was so incredibly turned on that I couldn't stop moaning loudly, even though he was only using his fingers. The room was filled with the sounds of my daughter and me moaning. He took turns eating us out and fingering us until we were dripping with juices. We both reached our climax at the same time, crying out.

My fingers moved faster, two of them sliding through my folds dipping inside just enough to stretch and tease before pulling back to rub firm circles on my clit. The ache built sharp and sweet spreading through my belly down my thighs. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet while I imagined his voice in my ear telling me how long he had wanted his how and how he would fill me so good. I spread my legs wider, knees bent and worked myself harder. Now three fingers slick with my own wetness were plunging in and out while my thumb pressed steadily on my clit. My breasts bounced with each small thrust of my hand nipples aching for a mouth I knew I should not crave. The pressure coiled tighter muscles fl

But part of me wants to savor her, not treat her like food like I did with my other victims. I move the crotch of her panties to the side, slipping my middle finger inside her. She lets out a surprised gasp and moves her hips harder, humping at my hand. Her pussy is drenched, she’s one of those women that really gets sopping wet. I swirl and dig around, exploring her insides. The rippled walls clenched tight around my finger. I nibble at her neck again. A swift bite of my jaw and I could be feasting, drinking her life essence. I resist. She has no idea how close she is to death, no idea who is fingering her wet cunt right now.

The little she-wolf continued to run into the woods, her sight blinded by bloodlust. Her vision was red, with black dots representing distinct objects, like the reddish-black coals of a dying fire. Run! A voice in her head screamed over and over again and she obeyed, racing as though trying to tear herself from her skin. The pain was intense and overwhelming, and all she could think of was the pain and flesh: delicious, intoxicating flesh.