Lucille's pussy was as wet as a river, Byron's dick as hard as a rock, both perfect indicators that they wanted each other. There was no need for any more foreplay.
So, without further ado, Byron pushed Lucille onto the grass and pounced onto her the missionary way. It wasn't his favorite position, but he always preferred it whenever he was about to take someone's virginity.
It allowed him to look into the virgin's eye as he told her that it might hurt a little, but that she doesn't need to be worried about it. He wanted to look at her face and savor the expression as he entered her.
Byron was planning to say these exact words to Lucille; that it might hurt a little at first but that that's normal. To reassure her that all that would follow was pleasures.
However, first he needed to get rid of the clothes. He had previously torn the upper-front part of her dress to free her big melons, and now he did the same for the lower part.
