First Time Fingering Stories Novels & Stories

My hips bucked upwards when he moved he fingers hard inside of me. “Oh my God…” I panted and he chuckled at my reaction. He thrust his fingers in a fast pace. He kept on thrusting and I came hard and fast around his fingers. Vincenzo pulled his fingers and held me to him. My legs were shaking and I was so weak. He pushed me to rest on the wall and I watched with wide eyes as he licked his fingers clean. “So sweet.” He murmured and wiped my lips. “That was intense. This is my first time.” I don’t know why I just told him that.

Her walls clenched around my fingers, hot and silky. I added a third finger, stretching her open, curling them to stroke that spot deep inside that always made her lose control. My mouth worked her clit in steady, filthy rhythms—sucking, licking, flicking—while my fingers thrust deeper. Her juices coated my hand and chin. She came the first time with a sharp cry, pussy fluttering wildly around my fingers, thighs trembling against my ears. I didn’t stop. I kept licking her through it, gentling my fingers but pressing firmly on that inner ridge until she shattered again, sobbing my name as another wave crashed over her. “Cain—oh god—I can’t—”

His fingers pressed against my panties, right where I was burning, and I couldn’t stop the cry that tore from my throat. “Already wet for me,” he whispered smugly, kissing me again as he hooked a finger beneath the fabric. The first stroke of his fingers against my bare heat made me arch off the bed. He swallowed every sound, every moan, as his fingers teased, circled, then slipped inside me with slow, devastating precision. My body betrayed me fully, clenching around him, pulling him deeper, while my nails raked across his back. He fingered me harder, faster, each thrust curling just right, until I was trembling beneath him, undone, ruined, and utterly his again.

I have heard a lot from my besties concerning this subject. I feel a slight pain at first, but slowly my body adjusts to it. “You okay?” He asked. He goes back to using his hands, and in a moment I'm coming undone, moaning his name. He chuckles, coming to lie beside me. “How was it?” He asked. “Great, but the fingering part was quite painful”, I say truthfully. “I’m sorry. You'll get used to it with time”. “Sure”. “Come here”. He pulls me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

I began to moan lightly; I didn’t want to be too loud in case there were still girls back there, still getting their shit ready before they headed out for the night. I kept rubbing my clit until I needed penetration and then slid one finger into my hole. Whisper followed my lead and inserted her finger into her hole as well and started fingering herself furiously. I began teasing my taint and asshole and Whisper did the same; it was like a dirty game of Simon Says. Nina was sucking on her fingers and then slid them down between her legs and started massaging her clit. A few seconds later, Nina walked over to Whisper, grabbed her by the neck and started to kiss her.

Even with his large fingers, Desmond had never been able to get more than two in. No matter how wet I was. Figuring mine were pretty thin though, I decided to add a fourth finger anyway. And the groan that tore out of me was animal and raw. My walls stretched to their absolute limit around four fingers. My thighs shook. My free hand abandoned my clit to grab the headboard because my whole body needed anchoring. I wasn't used to it. However, I smiled naughtily at the realization that I was technically fisting myself. "Please," I said to nobody. "Please, please, please…"

His fingers slid under the fabric of her delicate panties. “Hmm,” she hummed, licking her lips and arching her back. Encouraged by her receptiveness, he explored her moist flesh. She was soft and warm, her female folds drenched with her juices, her knees at an angle now to give him better access. Samson bathed his fingers in her wetness before he dove farther south. He probed at her entrance and drove his finger into her. A gasp came from her. “Samson!” she panted. “Please, don’t tease me.”

She felt his fingertip brush against her pussy and Mish arched her back, trying to get him to slip his digit inside. Teasing her, he kept his touch light. He knew they had gone too far to stop now, but he had to prepare her more. Against her lips, he warned, "I wanted to take you gently for your first time but I don't I can." Clutching his shoulders, "Please, my love." Begging now, "Don't stop, please." His mouth captured hers once again. Without warning he thrust his finger deep inside her, her narrow channel protesting his entry. She gasped and jerked her head back as he added another, stretching her untried cunny gently. Wanting him, she tried to soften more.

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.