Chelsea

going in

Brent moved down to her chest and began to feast on her sweet and salty lumps, licking the sensitive underside to her nipples and back again. She had gorgeous tits. Much more appetizing than what he was used to.

Enough with the appetizer , he thought, Its time for the main course. She ought to be good and ready now. He pulled away and stood at the side of the bed. He wanted her to have the pleasure of discovering his cock. «Come here.»

Timidly she sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. «I want to show you how my body reacts to you.»

Chelsea's eyes widened. She's so hot sitting there glowing and innocent, he thought. Her green eyes glimmer like emeralds.

His arousal was apparent through his pants and she seemed mesmerized by it. Brent took her hand and placed it at his waistband silently urging her to undress him.

Slowly and curiously Chelsea unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them hit the floor. Boxer briefs. She had to lift the elastic band away from his body to pass over his manhood.

When his underwear joined his pants on the floor he stepped out of them and studied Chelsea's face.

He could tell she had no idea what to do. If she were Danica, he'd waste no time shoving his member down her throat to get his own rocks off but Chelsea was different. He genuinely cared about her and desperately wanted her to enjoy every minute of her first sexual experience.

«Have you ever seen one face to face before?»

After a second or two she cracked a smile. «It doesn't have a face,» she joked.

That's it, I'm in love.

Chelsea tried to conceal her smile until she heard him laughing.

«Wow. That's very clever.» Perhaps it was an attempt to ease the tension. It worked. But the mood suddenly returned to serious. «You haven't though, have you?»

She shook her head no. He was a generous 7 inches and uniformly thick sticking straight out at her.

«Touch me, Chelsea,» he said softly. He craved her soft hands on his hot cock. He could see a glint of hesitation and uncertainly in her green eyes but she obeyed. She gently grasped at the member studying how it felt: soft and hard, smooth and rigid; all at the same time. She slid her nervous hand along his shaft to the head where she marveled at the difference in how it felt.

As she unknowingly tortured him with pleasure, he knew he had to stop her if he wanted any chance of making their intercourse last. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. «Dont worry, Chelsea. You were doing fine. I just… want to keep going. Lay on your back.»

Chelsea did and he followed her to the middle of the bed and positioned himself over her with his knees between her legs. «I need you,» Brent said and kissed her neck. His cock pressing against her proved it. «It will only hurt for a little while and it will be easier if you relax and open up to me, my love.» Shit. My Love? What am I saying? What is she doing to me?

Brent checked to make sure she was still wet and was pleased to find her sopping for him. He saw her eyes were closed, patiently and trustingly awaiting his penetration and couldn't resist kissing her face all over. She was ready. As he held his cock and positioned the head over her opening he could sense her forcing herself to relax. When he was convinced she was settled he began to move in. He saw her wince a bit but he continued until he had the head in all the way. It was stretching her hymen, threatening to destroy it.

«You're doing so good, baby. Doing beautifully.»