First Time Fingering Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Pushing them out of the way, I run my fingers through her lips and we both moan. She’s fucking soaked, Fang groans through my head. I’ve lessened the barrier between us so that he can feel her nearly as much as I do, but he’s not in control. She’s mine for this first time. Growling into her mouth, I say, “You’re so wet for me, baby. Does it feel good?” “Yes!” she whines, moving her hips on my hand as I slide my fingers to her entrance. Using the heel of my hand, I rub her clit as I sink a finger inside of her.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I began to hit my cunt on his mouth with his tongue moving back and forth, left and right. I almost saw all the stars in the sky. Almost? What was I saying? I saw the stars in the sky and I knew anytime soon, I would cum. Then I felt something enter inside of me. I looked down. It was his finger. He moved it in and out even though it hurts so much. It hurts. I haven't had any finger in me ever since the time in the cafeteria. He was the first person to ever touch me that way. The first guy to ever pleasure me this way.

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.

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.

Aidan's voice quivered "Lauren—" "Shh." She placed a finger on his lips and kissed him lightly, her finger a barrier between their lips. He leaned in for a deeper kiss and she obliged, taking away her finger and locking lips with him. Her body reacted as though it was their first time kissing, under her sheets on a moonlit night. She felt his pulse quicken under her fingers and groaned softly as he grabbed her waist and drew her closer, till they were entangled on the sofa.

His finger began stroking my clit in circular motions, extracting louder moans from my lips. He played around with my clit as his fingers began prodding my sopping wet hole. A sharp penetrating sensation thrusted into my cunt, and I cried out. Reiner had buried his thick and long fingers into me. Judging from how much my hole was being stretched, he had entered in two fingers deeply into me. I moaned non-stop when his fingers began moving relentlessly inside of my hole.

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."

and "faster." For the first time in a long while, I enjoyed someone breathing into my ears slowly while gently fingering me. I hadn't enjoyed fingering in a long time; those who handled my clothes most times were so overtaken by their own pleasure that they kept rubbing against me harder, like their lives depended on it.

he hissed into my ear before sliding my underwear down, exposing me completely. I braced myself against the table, feeling the anticipation coil tightly in my stomach as he positioned himself between me. Then, with a forceful thrust, he pushed his finger inside me, and immediately pulled it back. “Fuck!” He grunted. “You’re so tight.” He pushed a finger into me first, and then joined it with another, filling me completely. I cried out, the sudden sensation overwhelming as he didn’t give me a moment to adjust, pounding his finger into me relentlessly.