First Time Getting Fingered Stories Novels & Stories

I trusted him to make me feel good. “Mmn, you’re so wet for me, Nightingale. I can’t wait to know what you taste like.” He said as his thumb pressed on my clit and I moaned. It didn’t occur to me to let him know that this was my first time doing something like this, so I flinched as one of his fingers penetrated me. “You’re so tight, my finger can barely fit in.” I froze and his eyes snapped up to mine. His brows creased as he seemed to read my thoughts on my face.

Suddenly, he slipped a finger into my body and I shuddered in pleasure, moaning lightly. “I said not a sound!” He whispered into my ear, and I nodded vigorously, attempting to silence my heavy breaths. By now, I was mostly hanging on him with my arms around his neck and my legs straddled against his hips, Navy added two fingers inside me, increasing the pace of his movements. In no time, I had broken my promise to be quiet, moaning and gasping like this was my first time being fingered. Navy stopped unexpectedly, pulling his finger out from my body.

My fingers glided and explored as she held me captivated. I reached down between her thighs, letting her soft pubic hair tickle my palm as I searched her folds, going further this time. I held my breath as my finger breached her for the first time, my heart beating out of time as part of me still couldn’t believe that we were here, that I was doing this to her, with her.

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.

he says and without warning, sticks a finger inside my pussy. I murmur thickly, savoring the sweet sensation I'm feeling. He begins to go in and out of my pussy with his finger, and when he adds a second finger and becomes faster and harder, I rasp in pleasure. This feels so good. So fucking good. I've never been fingered like this in my life. Not even by Alessandro. When he kisses me while still fingering me, I tremble against his mouth. He brings out his fingers from my pussy and sticks it in my mouth.

My juices squirted around his fingers, soaking his hand and the fresh sheets. “Oh my God… your fingers feel so good… I just love how your fingers are destroying my pussy for me… I love this fingering than anything else… go deeper with your fingers and don’t even pause… fuck me harder with those thick fingers… harder… please!” I begged, while I was still squeezing my own breasts so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My hands continued roaming wildly over my body, it was pinching, slapping, caressing, as if I couldn’t control myself anymore. “I can’t live without this… I love sex and I love fingering… I love everything that feels good inside my pussy… I can’t survive without getting fucked

Then she did something that made my brain short-circuit. She pressed four fingers from one hand against my dripping cunt and started pushing inside. “Oh fuck… Lena…” I moaned as she stretched my pussy wide. She worked slowly but relentlessly, adding her thumb until her entire fist was pressing against my entrance. “You’re going to take my fist tonight, baby,” she growled. “I want to feel how deep this greedy cunt can go for me.” I was breathing hard, nervous but so fucking turned on. “Please… fist my slutty pussy.”

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.

Valeria's eyes rolled back, and she nearly collapsed. "Your hand…" I held up my severed finger and glared at Luca. "Luca, didn't you know? I never took the ring off. Once it comes off, it loses its purpose." As his face drained of color, I gave him a merciless smile. "Don't you remember? You were the one who used a cigar cutter to sever my finger. And with it, you cut off the Rossi famiglia's only way out. The moment you called my finger trash and I fed it to the fire, the end began. Congratulations, Luca. You cremated your famiglia and its fortune with your own hands."

I loved how his fingers explored me down there, how his thumb drew slow circles around my clit, and how his fingers slid in and out of me, making my orgasm build. I had never had anyone touch me there before; he was the first, and I didn’t regret it. I even relished it. Now he was asking me a question that sent even more heat rushing through me. My body clenched around his fingers as soon as he whispered it in my ear.