PAUL LOVES ROSE--PART 2 - Sex Stories

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 ...