Fisting Literotica Novels & Stories

She teased. Baffled by her words, Anthony simply answered what was asked of him. "I told her to finger herself---" "That's it?!" Was Lissa's instantaneous reply, her eyes widening as if she wasn't pleased with whatever she heard. "That's boring! Even I finger myself sometimes. I even do it while I play with Jimmy." Both of Anthony's brows raised as he gives Lissa a peculiar look. "Who's Jimmy?" "My vibrator." She answered with a smile, then looked at Anthony with such a teasing smile that he can't help but contort his face.

He slips a finger in her hole, making her almost yelp in pleasure. His finger strokes her insides while his other hand massages her. Scarlett’s body starts to act on its own, matching his thrusts. She slightly moves with his fingers, feeling him touch her most innermost parts. The feeling is euphoric, setting her on fire with lust. He strokes her clit and f*cks her with his finger at the same time. Her walls tighten around him, her insides filling with anticipation.

He positions his fingers in a way that one of his fingers goes into my pussy, while his thumb rubs circles on my clit. I don't even know how he does it….but I fucking like it. I'm exploding against the pool wall, with my legs still on his waist, when he adds a second, and then a third finger…. fingering me hard and nice. I'm crying, moaning out loud, gasping, muttering inaudible words as Lucas uses his fingers nice and good on my pussy. Oh…those adorable, sweet fingers of his. I don't even know which one I enjoy the most….the sensation of Lucas finger fucking my pussy hard and passionate or the sensation of the pool water against my pussy.

He kept talking to Richard about quarterly numbers, voice calm and steady, while two thick fingers parted her soaked folds and sank deep inside her without warning. She bit her lip hard, thighs trembling as she tried to keep her face neutral. His fingers curled, stroking that devastating spot inside her while his thumb brushed her swollen clit in slow, torturous circles. “Everything alright, Lila?” Sophia asked sweetly, eyes gleaming with suspicion. “You look a little flushed.” “I’m fine,” Lila managed, voice tight. Victor’s fingers pumped deeper, scissoring, stretching her right there at the table while her father sat less than six feet away.

I order. I insert the speculum. I guess it’s cold as a shudder goes over her back. I slowly open it to max. I gaze in her hole and I’m mesmerised by the flexibility of the body. I remove the speculum and decide to see if I can fit my fist in. In the human realm I discovered ‘fisting’ this is a thing. Malachite is trembling, which only arouses me more. I slowly insert my hand and soon I'm in up my wrist. My dick is throbbing and I feel as if I could come in my pants. .

“I have been touching my soaked pussy to you for months. Every single night I lock my door, shove my fingers deep inside my cunt and rub my clit raw thinking about you bending me over and wrecking me.” “I cum whispering your name while I imagine that thick pierced cock stretching me open and flooding me full.” His smirk grew wider, eyes dropping straight to my heavy tits still trapped under my sweater, nipples poking hard against the fabric. “No shit? Quiet little Lila has been finger fucking herself thinking about my dick this whole time?” He reached out and palmed one of my tits through the cloth, squeezing rough enough to make me gasp as the soft flesh spilled between his fingers. “Prove

💦Silent Moans💦 The librarian’s footsteps grew closer. Mia and I froze between the tall stacks, my fingers still buried deep inside her soaked pussy, hers curled inside mine. Our breathing was ragged, hearts hammering. “Anyone back here?” the librarian called again, voice echoing softly. Mia’s walls clenched hard around my fingers, the danger made her even wetter, she looked at me with wild, lust-filled eyes and slowly started rocking her hips, fucking herself on my fingers without making a sound.

The room filled with the wettest, filthiest symphony imaginable—obscene squelching from her overstuffed holes, skin slapping violently, gagging, choking, and the constant wet farts of cum and piss being forced out around invading cocks. Louis growled and shoved his entire fist into her already double-stuffed pussy, right alongside the two cocks. Four massive intrusions in her cunt. The pressure was apocalyptic. Her prolapsed walls turned completely inside out, clinging and stretching around the brutal combination as Louis punched deep against her cervix. “Feel that, breeding whore?” Louis snarled, twisting his fist viciously. “We’re going to fist-fuck your womb open and pump it so full of cu

She merely chuckled in response, rich and knowing. "Then you've clearly misinterpreted the dear thing's wholesome intentions, I fear," Lilly sighed dramatically. "Because from my literary trainspotter's perch, connecting on such an exalted cerebral plane appears to be foreplay in full swing for your enigmatic young ghostwriter." Once more, the memory of Chris's intense stare and resonating timbre rising in fervent defense of feminine perspectives enshrined through erotic literature crashed over me unbidden. The memory sparked an unexpected frisson low in my abdomen - one that spoke of anything but sanitized literary discourse.

With that, she joined her two fingers and coiled them inside her juicy–p*ssy, while she gasped, and shuddered. Seeing the fascinating scene, I marvelled, “Holy f*ck!” My eyes wide–open, the two lustful babes finger f*ck*d each other in a fast-paced motion, and I copied theirs. As they time–sensitively played with their cunts, my d*ck hardened with each stroke, admiring their bouncing melons under the motion. In a while, their moans turned into something strange, each rolling their eyes to the ceiling. Without hesitation, Lolita sliced her p*ssy with her fingers like hell, giving her a delightful orgasm.