Fingering Stories Novels & Stories

He changed his tongue with his finger She let out a high pitched moan as his finger penetrated deep into her pûssy. And gently he started thrusting in and out her pûssy hole freely in a slow motion but he increased his finger action on her pus*y, fing*ring her pu**y much faster than usual. He was fingering her In both her pûssy and a$s hole, at the same time and she was going crazy, her hips and whole body jolting uncontrollably

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Brie. You believe everyone in our class understands all there is to sex?” Brie nods and I smirk at her naivety. She’s a newbie. “Fingering is stimulating the vagina with fingers to turn a girl on and bring her to orgasm,” I explain to her and Brie begins to breathe faster. She remembers that I did it for her in class and she is excited. Oh, baby! I would do it again if you let me.

She continued fingering herself with her three fingers, my long tongue moving round my lips, while it reminisced on how good she had tasted. “Now take in another finger.” She stopped fingering, she bite her lower lip and looked at me, her mouth curving and desperate to safe the safe word. “C’mon baby girl. You know you can take it all in. Do not be a softie.” “She hugged at me and added tow more fingers, this time her five fingers into her pussy howl. This was my first time seeing someone fist herself and it was such a delicious site. Her whole ducked fist entered and she moved it, probably enjoying the moment because she shut her eyes and moved erotically.

" I crawled over to Jayden's lifeless body which lay on the bed, my fingers roamed on the woven mat where Jayden was lying. I was going to touch him, I touched him. I suddenly felt my body pushed back and I hit my head on the linoleum. My hands laid smoothly in a straight line. “chop off her pinky fingers from her right hand." I wept not dragging with them, as a sharp blade was raised, and in a glance my pi my fingers rolled off. The air in my lungs all escaped, I was weak and battered to scream, I was just still with my eyes looking at my pinky fingers which struggled for life, in a blink it turned black. “Suck him without touching his body, or else I'll chop off your fingers! You're useles

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 ratcheted up my torture when my left twin fingers reached her sphincter. Tap the opening - tease her with false penetrations. My lips reached her neck right beneath her ear. I pulled in the flesh with a powerful suction, grabbing the tiny tip of taut flesh with my teeth. Her dolorous pleading ramped up as I delved my fingers in simultaneously. Rhada's anal ring pulsed, alternating between ushering my forefinger inside and resisted my progress.

“…heard the Nightshade bastard reinforced the Obsidian Ridge…” “…three villages burned last month…” “…if the king doesn’t find a mate soon, the succession...” Ronan’s jaw tightened. He snatched a goblet from a passing servant and drained it in one pull. The wine was strong, spiced, but it did nothing to drown the hollow ache beneath his ribs. Every unmated female who dared approach offered the same thing: lowered eyes, bared throats, hopeful smiles. Their scents washed over him, sweet, earthy, floral, sharp but none of them *fit*. None of them sang in his blood.

All I could do was gasp for air while Lilianna and Janea fought our teachers. Those two are better at fighting than me anyway. I lie there panting like a dog, my chest heaving with every breath. Janea finally got the upper hand on Mr. Quinn, pinning him down and putting her knee on his back. I caught my breath and sprung to my feet. The odds were in our favor now it was me and my sister vs Mrs. White and I planned to win this time. We charged her at the same time attempting to knock her down, but she was lightning quick in dodging us.

His thumb pressed harder into her clît, and he surprised her again, by pushing a third finger into her sopping cûnt. As wet as she was, having three fingers inside made her uncomfortable for the first few seconds, but seeing that it wasn't his first time of fingering a woman, and also the way his tongue swirled around her attention starved tit, more than made up for it. "Honey, you're being so good to me," she purred. "I'm going to make you cûm so hard!" "Get what you give, right mom?" he asked around her nipple, flashing her a sly smile that had her hips thrusting faster into his fingers.

"Oh, I'm Black Vera." "Call me Crimson. We"re in the same grade, so stop being so stiff around me." "Ah, r-right." We spent until lunchtime just minding our own business. Crimson had a notebook out, and every few minutes after strumming, he'd write something down. Occasionally, I'd also hear him hum a short tune, but each tune only lasted for a few seconds. The sight of Crimson playing his guitar made me want to sketch him. I don't know what it was, but there was something that was drawing me to him. I don't know if it's the colors around him, or the fact that his music somehow sounded lonely.