His finger. Just one. It was what he had promised her tonight- nothing more.
They had to start somewhere. Her own fingers were slim and delicate and explored gently. She'd bought a small vibrator, but had only used it to tease her clit so far. So she asked him if he would start helping her stretch out so she could fit him inside- a little training.
If it was anything like when she took his finger in her *mouth*, he would go just deep and just rough enough to make her eyes roll back.
She started there tonight, actually. Their first touch of the night was an inexperienced handhold in the glow of a movie. The buzzing nervous energy of her hand brushed along his, tracing the finger that would stretch her open for the first time tonight.
It didn't take long after that for him to coax her to lie back against the couch and submit underneath him. She pulled his hair and massaged his shoulders while he kissed her. She was familiar with his lips, his neck, his chest, his strong taut biceps. The fluttering tension in her groin sparked and leapt as he kissed and bit her neck down to the collar of her shirt.
He had only touched her breasts a few times before, and it still amazed her how good and right it felt to have him knead her, even through layer of fabric.
This didn't satisfy his lust for long. His hand slid right up her shirt, lifted it up and wrapped it around her wrists, loosely tying them together above her head. Her puffy nipples reacted to the air and tightened into firm nubs. Ready to be sucked.
One large hand wrapped around the soft fatty tissue of her left boob and began to firmly knead. The motion proceeded up her breast towards her nipple, then climaxed in a pinch and gentle twist of the sensitive nub. He repeated the motions until he was practically milking her. Though nothing was ready to be squeezed out just yet, it felt like a promise of more to come.
After a few moments of squeezing and spoiling her big tits with his hands, he bent down and started nursing. She arched her back, trying to offer more of her body to him and in return he brought his thigh up for her to dry hump.
She reveled in the feeling of slick starting to leak through the thin fabric covering her cunt. She wanted to be so wet for him. Wet enough for him to finger fuck her tight little pussy, and someday, someday, she would be ready to take his dick.
Truth be told, she hadn't seen it in full, yet. He had been training her slowly, so she had rubbed him off through his shorts but this could be the first night she saw him unbound and fully erect. She rubbed the bulge in his jeans eagerly with her crotch sliding her soaked panties up and down inch after inch of impossibly long and thick ridge in his jeans.
That thick strong finger traced down her belly, pushed her away from grinding on his dick, and roughly pulled the v of her underwear up, flicking the sloppy fabric back and forth against her groin, then ripping it forcefully down her legs. The strength of the movement made her legs shake. Her clit was swollen and big- big enough to feel when he pressed his hand down into her dripping wet pussy lips.
The pads of his fingers pushed in ever so slowly through the tight little hole of her cunt. He had to push fairly hard before she split open around him, but as soon as he broke the seal between her legs he was immediately deep inside of her.
"Fuck!" She gasped out in surprise at the intrusion. She was slippery enough for him to be knuckle deep without any effort, so he knew it was just the shock of being entered by another person for the first time. He let her adjust for a moment, then started exploring and petting the spongy walls closed around his finger.
She would gasp every now and again as he calmly pulled his finger back and forth.
"Do you want more?" His vice was even but bristling with command.
"Yes." He pulled out, lined up his thick pointer finger with his middle and pushed her a little wider. They rocked together, fingers curling and twisting in and out, dominating the walls of her cunt.
He didn't ask about the third finger, but the gasp when he roughly shoved it inside told him that he made the right choice.
"You know why I'm fucking you with my fingers like this?"
She couldn't speak yet, so he continued. "For my dick. So I can fuck you with my huge cock." He thrust in as deep as he could one last time, then slid his dripping fingers out.
He leaned back above her, slowly, undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled the massive underwear covered bulge out of his fly.
"Take it out." It was an order, not a request. Her restrained hands fumbled inside of her shirt, but she quickly extricated herself and started fondling the giant slab in front of her.
She was mesmerized as she peeled his underwear down and saw the huge mushroom head already shiny with precum. When she laid eyes the depth of color being pumped into this monster with every heartbeat, the desire for pressure against her clit became an uncontrollable need.
He pushed her hands away and lowered himself down to her stomach.
"Look at how deep it's going to go inside you." He lined it up on her torso and stretched out his fingers next to it. His cock was so much longer- she couldn't believe she would ever be ready to take his entire length.
What's more, he was thick. She couldn't get one hand fully around the huge prick to stroke. She was speechless, and stayed quiet even as he drew back his hips and lined up the head with her virgin hole.
She couldn't question him, even when he was first sinking in through her labia. He was going to fuck her, gape her, fill her tonight. She felt a spurt of precum mix with hers as he entered her.
