First Time Fingering Stories Novels & Stories

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.

If the fingering he gave me was great then this one was incredible! Max was good in bed, so good and dangerously experienced that even when we first had sex and it was my first time, I didn't feel much pain in my pussy. That day was the first time he had given me head job, he had made me lubricated that day so badly that I almost grabbed his cock to shove it into my pussy. And today, it felt almost the same and even more.

When I came to, my hands were drenched in blood, and my mother's lifeless body lay crumpled on the ground. I knelt beside my mother's lifeless body, her heart still warm and pulsing faintly in my hands. The scent of blood filled my senses, rich and intoxicating. It wasn't just a smell-it was a symphony, a melody that called to every fiber of my being. My hands trembled as the whisper in my mind grew louder, more insistent. Taste it, the voice urged, honeyed and irresistible. The world around me seemed to blur, the air thick with the heady perfume of blood. My tongue darted out instinctively, grazing the flesh, and the moment the crimson liquid touched my lips, a surge of ecstasy overtook me.

I exhaled, jerking closer to him when he eased his middle finger through my soaking folds, plunging inside. “That’s not my name, amor,” he chuckled against my mouth. Eyes as dark as a starless night met my dilated green ones as I opened them. “Bastard,” I murmured, moaning as he thumbed my clit. We’ve already slept together, done things beyond him finger fucking me but this still feels like the first time. It’s intense and mind-numbing. I writhe against his solid hold when he buried his finger knuckles deep within me, eliciting a cry from my lips. “Fuck!”

AGNARR. I unzip my own pants and pull out my cock. “This will be a story we’ll remember years from now.” She whispers in my ear, “That our first time was in an alley in a small town on the borders of Clair De Lune.” A soft wind blows, and I hug her tighter, feeling drunk with the haze of how this feels. Kissing her neck, I rub my cock against her clit making her moan. In a world where there are no risks or expectations, this would be perfect.

We let out a gasp in unison as my pussy enveloped his fingers, and his fingers penetrated me for the first time. I felt his fingers slide into me, then slide back out, then back in. I started humping into his fingers each time they pushed into me. I then felt him push his pelvis forward, pressing harder into my ass.

My tongue mirrored the actions of my fingers, claiming her. I kept moving my finger inside her, going deeper, making her more insane. I added another finger, now two fingers working into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she screamed out loud in pleasure and pain. I began a steady rhythm as my tongue flickered over her lips, and she couldn’t prevent her hips from rising to meet my thrusts. Oh God, she was riding my hand, and it was her first time yet she did it like an expert. That had to be exquisite. I told myself.

Anal fingering, after all, is very much a thing, and something many people, including non-opp transfeminine lesbians, enjoy. Next, grab some lube and start slowly. It's best to start with one finger at a slow tempo, then gradually add fingers, increase speed, and temper with technique as desired, says Deysach. Some techniques you might try include making a come-hither motion, inserting your fingers deep, then pulsing them up and down, and stroking in large circles from the inside. "Remember that not everyone likes to be fingered the same way, so check in with your partner asking questions like 'Does this feel good?' and 'Can I touch you here?' as you learn to navigate the landscape of your

I was overwhelmed by his words, I froze with bewilderment and I wasn’t able to hide it, he just smiles at me, brought out my hand and place the red rose in my hand, but that wasn’t my concern, All I wanted to know is what exactly he meant by it, “does he know… does he know I… no! it can’t be, I know I could be obvious a few times, but that’s equal to nothing,” my head was clouded with thoughts of questions I could not get the answers to. Then, my driver sounded the horn again, and this time I think he became mad, because the sound of the horn was so loud, I shudder out of fright, which caused me to prick my index finger and my thumb on the thorns of the rose I’m holding.