Fingering Stories Novels & Stories

After the wound on my hand had mostly healed, I went to work at an orphanage as a music teacher. The children there were incredibly sweet. No matter how casually I played, they always responded with the most sincere praise. "Mr. Clinton, that was amazing! You're the best piano teacher ever—way better than that Petrova guy in our textbooks!" When they noticed my missing finger, they would say things like, "Mr. Clinton must've been too perfect, so fate got jealous and took one of his fingers away."

I dipped my tongue inside her and rolled it, tasting her, exploring every inch. Tina's hand flew to my hair, gripping tight, her hips lifting to meet my mouth. She began to ride my tongue, her movements rhythmic and desperate. I matched her pace, thrusting my tongue in and out of her while my hands continued to fondle her breasts above. I pulled back just enough to look up at her. "You taste so good." Then I slid two fingers inside her. The moan that tore from her throat was raw and animalistic. Her walls clenched around my fingers immediately, hot and tight and slick. I began to thrust, in and out, curling my fingers to find that spot inside her that I knew would make her lose her mind.

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

Still kissing him uncontrollably, I take a deep breath through my nose and whimper into his mouth when he start fingering me in earnest, his thumb firmly pressing on my clit. I move my hips as much as I can, his hand driving me out of my mind. My body burning and tingling at the same time, I tear my mouth away from his and bite on my lip to hold in an embarrassingly long and loud moan. My hand tighten around his cock. I can hear all the noises of him fingering me is making, and it is only getting me more work up. “You’re dripping all over my hand again,” he murmur, and I am

When my flushed slit was exposed to him, he began to play with it fully. Using the middle of his fingërs, he slowly pushed in and out of me. The inside of me grew wetter and slicker from what he was doing. I could see my juicës coating his fingers. Everett face was filled with desire as he slid three fingërs into me. He was incredibly good at fingëring, he knew exactly how to take his time to make his partner feel good. Even with just that, I was already losing myself in pleasure.

Her ass blazed, heat pulsing inward to clench his cock. One hand snaked under, fisting roughly into her pussythree fingers, then four, thumb hooking clit while ass-pounding continued. The double fist-cock stretch bloated her visibly, gape audible in wet schlicks. Stacey's mind blanked *Painfire, more, shatter me* clit throbbing under abuse. Climax crashed "Table-cumming—fiiiill!" squirting puddling beneath, ass vise on cock; he whipped final lashes before erupting, pulling out to hose her back white.

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

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.

How I wish he would just satisfy all my sexual fantasies. ‎I lay on my bed and traced my fingers down to my drenched panties and pushed them to the corner as I ran my fingers down my wet pussy. ‎I close my eyes and insert one of my fingers inside my pussy and start moving it in a back and forth motion while imagining it's Uncle David's fingers working on my juicy pussy. ‎"Mhmm... Arghh.. Yes, Uncle David.. Mhmmm.. Yes.." I moaned loudly as I moved my fingers faster with my eyes still shut, as I fingered my pussy while thinking of my dad's best friend.

The moment he mentioned how those strange men used to finger Diana, I got so turned on that I couldn't help but use my own fingers. Ricardo completely lost his focus. His eyes were fixed on me, and though he tried to keep telling the story, he started stammering. Then, I opened my legs wide. I pushed about three fingers inside my pussy hole while I moaned slowly, nodding my head as if I were still listening to his story. He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled me closer and knelt down. He pushed his long dick inside my hole, and like always, I swallowed every inch of him.