PAUL LOVES ROSE–PART 2

This is a repost of part 2 of this story. I can only assume that it was deleted because somebody thought there was underage sex. Both parties are identified as being 18 in part 1. The repost makes the story complete.

CHAPTER 3

The following night we skipped the movies, the drive-in, the miniature golf, and everything else, driving straight to the beach with a few rods, reels, and other equipment tucked safely in the truck’s bed. There were a few other couples and even a few fishermen there in the fading light, but we ignored them, walking more than a quarter mile from the parking lot. I spread the blanket, prepped the rods even going so far as to cast deep into the water. A set of sand spikes held the rods vertical when we lay down to a lengthy make-out session.

Rose and I were all over each other. No longer were we reluctant to hold or touch each other. My hands roamed her body, stopping at each breast and nipple before reaching down into her shorts to her gushing pussy. Rose laughed, “I think my face and my pussy are even wetter than they were last night.” I joined her laughter as I slowly wiped the spit from both our faces. I’d leave the nectar for later.

Once it was dark we had the beach to ourselves. I began to slowly remove her clothes—her top, bra, shorts, and panties. Rose removed my shirt, shorts, and briefs. We lay together chest to chest on the rough blanket. I broke our kiss to move my lips and mouth down her body, around each of those breasts I adored to her sensitive navel. My tongue tickled her here until she screamed, “Uncle!” Finally, I reached my objective, climbing between her legs. The broad surface of my tongue cleaned her of juice all the way from her anus to her clit. I repeated several times until her labia were red and enflamed with her desire. I shifted my attention to her tunnel. In and out—I fucked her with the most amazing tenderness and love. Rose reacted wildly, thrashing back and forth across the blanket.

I kept at her for more than ten minutes before making my final move to her clit. Sucking it between my teeth brought her to the sweetest, the most exquisite orgasm. It continued as long as I worried her sensitive bud. Eventually, I took mercy on her and stopped. I climbed back up her body to hold her and caress her head to my chest. It was almost a half hour later that she returned to normal. “Oh God, Paul…I thought last night was intense, but it was nothing in comparison to tonight. It began when your tongue was inside me and it never stopped.” She looked at my face several times and from several angles in the light of the gibbous moon. “Paul…what’s that all over your face?”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “It’s you, Rose—your ejaculate. I remember reading something in the Playboy Advisor a few months ago. It’s called ‘squirting.’”

“Oh no—did I pee on you? I’m so sorry, Paul.”

“Don’t worry, Rose—you didn’t. It doesn’t smell anything like urine. In fact, I love the way it…you…taste. All I know is that one second I was noshing on your clit and the next I was swimming. It tastes like your juice—you know–that stuff that seems to run down your legs whenever we’re together.”

“I’m kinda partial to that stuff that runs down YOUR legs and I’m going to see that as soon as I recover. Do you think those Playboy letters are real, Paul?”

“Who knows? I’d guess that some of them are, but I think that it’s the answers that have to be real even if the letters aren’t.”

Rose rested for almost a half hour. I didn’t mind. I got to hold her and experience the touch of her sensational smooth skin against mine. I loved when she rubbed her hard nipples against my hairy chest. She began by kissing my neck then kissing her way down my body, stopping once she had reached my hard cock.

She began by licking all around my balls then up the sensitive underside of my organ. Once around the head was but a prelude to trying to swallow it whole. It was a great idea, but it was clear that Rose would have to practice quite a bit to reach that goal. I was happy when she made it half-way. She used her tongue to force my cock up and into the roof of her mouth. She had done it for only five minutes before I felt that old familiar churning. “Rose!” I tried to warn her, but she paid me no heed. My hips bucked as I spurted over and over into her mouth and throat. She kept on sucking, but semen poured from the corners of her mouth, running down to her breasts and abdomen. She took one look down and broke out laughing. Luckily, she had released my cock first.

“I think I need more practice at that—lots and lots of practice.” She laughed and I joined her a second later.

“I’ll buy that, especially the ‘lots and lots’ part. I’ll be happy to practice my part, too.” We laughed again as I pulled her up for another kiss, my semen smearing between our bodies. I wasn’t worried. I’d come prepared with a gallon of water in my truck and several towels in the bucket by the fishing rods.

We had hugged each other for almost a half hour when Rose sat up suddenly. “Paul, why haven’t you gotten any bites? Isn’t that unusual?”

“Not really; if one wants to catch fish it’s usually necessary to use some bait. I want to go next weekend. The blacks usually come in around Memorial Day weekend. Want to come with me?”

I was wiping her chest clean when she responded. We laid out our plans while we rested. Before leaving we tried to “69.” It was just as incredible as our earlier oral attempts. Rose squirted all over my face and a fair portion of my semen escaped Rose’s mouth, running down my legs to the blanket. We picked up the area and walked back to the truck naked where I washed Rose’s body and she washed mine. I dropped her off just before one and drove home where I fell asleep almost immediately.

The following weekend—Memorial Day—marked the opening of the summer season. It was also the beginning of the fishing season and the time we’d set to take Rose’s virginity. Now that we were naked Rose pulled me down to the blanket with her. It was clean and soft. I’d had a difficult time explaining to my mother why it needed fabric softener when it’s only for the beach. When I told her that Rose had complained about it the discussion ended. Mom loved Rose—had ever since we’d met more than ten years ago.

Now Rose lay back on the soft blanket. We kissed and touched each other. She found me hard; I found her wet. I showed her how to apply the condom to my organ and climbed between her legs. I could tell that she was eager. She pulled me to her, wrapped her legs around my waist, and placed my cock at the entrance to her womanhood. “Now Paul; please do it now. I love you, Paul. Please make us one.” We’d spoken about it so many times. She knew it would hurt at first so I moved into her slowly…easily. I loved the expression on her face as her pussy adjusted to my girth. I pushed until I met the inevitable resistance. “Do it, Paul—just a few minutes hurt for a lifetime of pleasure with you.” I plunged forward, stopping immediately to comfort my love.

I wiped the tears from her cheeks with my kisses as I caressed her head, running my fingers through her silken hair.