The Fingers Are Blank To The Thumb Novels & Stories

I slipped my fingers down to my opening, wanting to feel what that thing was on his cock that slipped inside of me. I pressed back hard enough that I felt the bulb press against my fingers and spread them wide, then kept pressing as I felt the bulb make contact with my lips and begin to spread them out as well. I couldn't believe how wide my fingers were actually spreading apart as I felt my muscles relax and accept more of it into me. Pretty soon, I felt my fingers spread out as wide as they would go. I quickly adjusted my hand, feeling the girth of it now filling my hand completely.

he replied while feeling my finger bones. I winced at his touch but tried to keep a collected face in front of Xander. “I don’t think you’ll be able to flex yer fingers correctly once everythin’s mended. They’ll most likely be stiff and awkward because of ‘ow yer ligaments will set. Maybe even lose some sensitivity to touch in em three fingers. Yer metacarpals look good, at least. It’s really just em upper parts.” “I can live with that. Just do what you can.”

His fingers parted the swollen lips, finding her clit, a sensitive, aching pearl. He began to stroke it, slowly at first, his thumb rubbing with a deliberate, teasing rhythm. Her hips began to buck instinctively, grinding against his palm, desperate for more. She whimpered, a continuous stream of needy sounds. His fingers slipped inside her, one, then two, stretching her, filling her. The sensation was agonizingly exquisite. He thrust his fingers in and out, stretching her tight entrance, as his thumb continued to relentlessly tease her clit.

He took ahold of the Seraphina's hand and placed it on the key. “The left side of the thumb, near the tip, should be touching the middle sound. Now spread the rest of your fingers on the keys following the middle, assigning one finger to each of the next four white keys, which are D, E, F, and G. This is called the C position.” The little girl hesitantly nodded but she somewhat understood the meaning behind his words. “I see this ish how it ish daddy. I don't know if I’ll be able to play..” she trailed of knowing, if she disappointed him it will result in hurting herself.

Twisting his hand around, his fingers still inside me, he uses his thumb and fingers at the same time. I’m shaking underneath him. He’s barely touching me, his throat at eye level, and I lean back against the bed to peer into his eyes. They are heavy-lidded, and he’s drawn his bottom lip between his teeth. I brace, but it’s too late. He starts slowly and then picks up a punishing rhythm, fucking me with his fingers and using his thumb to drive me higher and higher toward orgasm.

“Pull your fingers out. Just your thumb on your clit now. Featherlight – barely touching. Just enough that you can feel it.” I withdraw my fingers and the emptiness makes me whimper, and my thumb ghosts over my clit so lightly that it’s almost worse than not touching at all because I can feel how close I am and the barely-there pressure is keeping me pinned right at the edge without letting me tip over and my legs are shaking so badly my knees are sliding apart on the carpet. “Now three fingers. Push them in hard and fast and don’t stop until I tell you.”

He clasped her wrist and moved her hand back about a foot. “Four fingers, one thumb.” “Tommy—” “Okay, okay. You’re holding up three fingers.” Uncurling her thumb and pinky, he interlaced his fingers with hers and squeezed lightly. “Slim, delicate fingers,” he mused, “attached to one soft, graceful hand.” He let his thumb caress her palm. “Do I pass?” “Hmm?” She stared at him for a long moment, seemingly hypnotized, while he drew intricate patterns on her palm with the edge of his thumb. “Um, yes. You pass.”

"I'm very patient but I also don't mind acting rushed since I know I'm going to win in the end anyway." With that she walked away, laughing softly as if she won over something he alone doesn't know. ********** Flashback... Shawn stared on Sandra's right hand, he poked a finger then blinked to her. 'You really can't feel anyhting into this fingers?' She nodded. 'Four of them, except my thumb. The doctor's said I should've them cut because well, the obvious that these fingers are useless now but who would want to have four fingers missing right? It would be weird...' She giggled to herself. 'Besides it's not like they're going to affect me in anyway.'

Hold it. Now start to move. Slow thrusts at first. In… curl and press… out… in again. Your thumb finds your clit. Rub in time with your thrusts. Perfect rhythm. Imagine it’s my cock. Thick. Hard. Stretching you open with every stroke. I’d be so deep, hitting that spot relentlessly while my thumb works your clit exactly like this. Add a third finger. Stretch yourself. Feel that burn? That delicious fullness as your cunt adjusts and takes it all.

Three this time, stretching her. "This is what you get tonight," he said, his thumb finding her clit. "My fingers. My mouth. But not my cock. Not yet." "That's not fair..." "Life isn't fair, little one." He fucked her with his fingers....hard, fast and brutaly. His thumb circled her clit, his other hand pinching her nipple. "Come again," he commanded. "Show me how much you need me." "I do...I need you so much...please...."