2 comments/ 8762 views/ 6 favorites A Sexual History Ch. 01 By: VinnieVidivici Hello. My name is Carl. I am a middle-aged man, with what I've been told is quite a past. As I was lying in bed one evening with a current ... fuck-buddy? FWB? ... we started talking about our sexual history. While hers is very limited, she was fascinated listening to mine. She told me about Literotica and suggested that I sign up and start writing some of this down. After thinking about it for a while, I decided, why the hell not? The following stories are all true, to the best of my memory. Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. (If anybody reading these stories thinks that they know who I am, please send me a message through the feedback link.) I was, and maybe still am, probably what would now be called a man-slut. I realized a long time ago that I am simply not good at long-term relationships. I have truly tried, but after a while, they just tend to fall apart, especially as I got older. Even my marriage fell apart, but that was honestly just as much her fault as mine. I make no apologies or excuses. I am merely telling my story. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did living them. I will do my best to tell you all of this in chronological order, but I make no guarantees that they will come out that way... This first chapter is rather long, but it covers a two week period, so I hope you will enjoy the lead up to what is still one of the most memorable and important encounters of my life. ***** The earliest memories that I can tell you about, and stay within the legal limits of Literotica, would be from my High School years. I was a jock all through high school. My freshman year, because of football and wrestling, I went from a short, chubby kid that was picked on by other boys and ignored by most girls, into a slimmed down, solid, muscular young man. By my junior year I stood 5' 9" and weighed in at a solid 160 lbs. during wrestling. While I was in high school, both from walking around the locker rooms and from dating, I learned that I was better hung that most of the other guys. A couple may have been a little longer, but I was definitely thicker. Some guys gave me grief for that, but the few girls that I dated either loved it or seemed a little freaked out. I went to an all-boys Catholic school in Chicago and was a three sport athlete, having helped take our football and wrestling teams to the state finals. I lost my virginity my sophomore year to a cheerleader from our "sister school", Our Lady of Perpetual Motion, who had heard through the grapevine (I think that meant her sister's boyfriend, who was also on the football and wrestling teams) that I was bigger than most of the other guys in the locker room. She was determined to find out for herself, and find out she did at one of her school dances. The summer before my senior year, my parents decided that our family was going to take one last family vacation. My mother's logic was that I would be going away to college next year, and we may never have a chance like this again. Usually, our family vacations included my mother's brother and his family. My aunt and uncle had a daughter, Debbie, who was just a month younger than me, and a son who was a year younger than my brother, who was 12. One of the poorly kept family secrets, poorly kept mainly because my mother couldn't keep her mouth shut when she drank, was that Debbie wasn't a "blood" cousin. Her mother, my aunt Eileen, had an affair just before she and my uncle got married, and Debbie was a result of that affair. My uncle Bob, to his credit, never acted like he knew, or cared, and raised Debbie like a good father. We had both just turned 18, had grown up together, our family houses being only a couple of blocks away from each other. She was like the sister that I never had, and I was the brother that she never had. We were like best friends. We were always there to critique each other's love interests, and to console each other after our relationships failed. We both had pretty active social lives, and this being our last summer before college, neither of us was looking forward to this trip. When our parents started planning this final vacation, Eileen and Bob announced that they would not be going because Eileen was pregnant again, but they convinced my parents to take Debbie and her brother Bob Jr. along with us. It was decided that this trip would be two weeks long, leaving in early July so that we could be back in time for me to make the beginning of football practice. We would start by spending a few days at Six Flags in St. Louis, and then head west for some camping. As a budding photographer, one of the biggest upsides to me was a chance to try my hand at some nature shots, something hard to do living in Chicago. We left Chicago early Saturday morning after my father and I strategically packed up our station wagon. Debbie and I had already convinced my parents to let us sit in the fold-down back seat, facing the back, and put the younger two in the seat behind them with all of our the camping gear in the cargo space between the back seat and our far back seat, and the suitcases on the luggage rack. It was hot when we left, and we knew that it was going to be even hotter in St. Louis when we got there, so everybody was dressed lightly, in shorts and t-shirts. Debbie was wearing a tank top and Daisy Dukes, a style very popular in the mid-late 70's. Debbie stood about 5' 2" and might have weighed 100 lbs. With her long blonde hair, toned body, and pretty face, Debbie was, as we said in those days, a 'fox'. Knowing that she was my cousin in name only made her even more attractive to me. More than once as we walked around the neighborhood together, older people would tell us that we made a very cute couple. The fold-down seats in the backs of station wagons was just wide enough for us to sit comfortably, and we soon settled in for the three-hour long drive. "I'm glad you were able to convince your parents to let us sit back here," Debbie told me as we hit the expressway. "At least back here, we can talk." "I just wanted to be away from them, and the boys," I laughed. "Being able to talk to you is an added bonus." "Oh, thanks," she said, smacking me on the shoulder. "I'm just an 'added bonus'? I would think that your favorite cousin would be the main attraction!" "You are always a main attraction," I assured her, laughing as I put my arm around her shoulder and holding her. I swore that I heard her sigh as we sat like that for a minute, and I then moved my arm. "Too bad we can't do anything about the sleeping arrangements," she said softly. "I know," I replied. That was going to be the biggest pain about this trip. My parents had decided that we were getting three rooms, and that Debbie and I would both room with our respective brothers. "Junior snores and talks in his sleep," she moaned. "I'll trade you. Davey not only snores, he farts ... a lot." "Ewwww!" she exclaimed, laughing. The whole drive we talked about everything possible. We teased each other for a while about how both of us were single over the summer, both agreeing that after our last relationships, that was probably not a bad thing. The only down side to sitting in the fold down seat was that it wasn't quite as wide as the other seats, so Debbie and I couldn't help our legs from bumping and rubbing, not that I minded. Debbie didn't seem to mind, either, because she never pulled away. At one point, about three hours into the drive, we pulled off the main highway for gas and lunch. As soon as my father turned off the car, Debbie started to climb out the rolled down the back window, not waiting for me to open the tailgate. The way that she was turned as she climbed out, her ass was right in my face, and I stopped, staring at the firm globes. Before I could climb out myself, Debbie stopped and turned around, catching me looking at her. I saw a small smile appear on her face, and she turned back around and walked in to the restaurant. Every time that Debbie looked at me while we ate, I noticed that she had that same smile. As soon as we were back on the highway, Debbie leaned in to me. "Were you looking at my butt before?" she asked. "I couldn't help it," I told her. "You practically stuck it in my face as you climbed out of the car." "I'm sorry," I added after a couple of seconds of silence. "That's ok," she said softly. "I don't mind." A couple of hours later, we were at the motel in St. Louis. The first thing that we all decided to do after we settled in to our rooms was to go to the pool. After spending a couple of hours soaking in the cool water, we all went out to dinner. My father said that he was tired from the long drive, so my parents went to bed early while the rest of us went to our rooms. Fortunately for me, my brother nodded off early, so I rolled a joint, put my swim suit back on, and went back out. The humid air must have made the door to the room swell, because I had to pull it hard to shut it. A couple of seconds later, Debbie's door opened and she peeked out. Seeing me outside, she quickly slipped out and walked over to me. "Where are you going?" she asked softly. "I'm going for a smoke and a soak," I told her, showing her the joint. "Wait here, I'll join you. I could use a dip in the pool, too," she told me, slipping back into her room. A couple of minutes later, she came back out and I led us around the far corner of the building. I lit up the joint and took a hit, and then passed it over to Debbie. "I don't know," she said, "I don't smoke that much." "I don't really smoke that much either," I said, "but we're on vacation, and I don't start football practice for another month." "It's up to you," I told her. "It'll make floating in the pool even better, and I guarantee that you'll be able to sleep through the night with your brother snoring." "Good point," she replied, taking a hit. A couple of minutes later, we walked to the pool together as the buzz from the pot swept over us. By her uncontrollable giggling, it was obvious that Debbie really didn't smoke pot that much. When we were in the pool earlier, I realized that for one corner of the deep end, we could float and soak up the cool water and no one could see us from the hotel, so that's where we stayed, hanging on the wall, talking and enjoying the relative quiet. We had been in there for about a half hour, when Debbie spoke up after a couple of minutes of quiet. "Can I ask you something, without you laughing at me?" she asked softly. "Of course," I replied. "I would never laugh at you." "Yeah, you say that now," she said. "C'mon, ask," I told her. After a couple of seconds of silence, Debbie looked at me. "If we weren't cousins, would you ever think about asking me out?" she asked. I didn't know how to respond. I knew that she had to know that we weren't really related by blood. I had always thought that she was one of the nicest, and most beautiful, girls that I had ever known. Before I could say anything, she spoke up. "I know we're not really blood," she told me, "but if we were just neighbors, or if our parents were just friends..." "I wouldn't think twice," I told her. "I would have done everything I could to make you my girlfriend." Even in the low light of the pool, I could see her blush. "Cool," she replied quietly. "I've always thought what it would be like, having you as my boyfriend," she said a couple of seconds later. "Really?" I asked, surprised to hear that she felt the same way that I did. "Yeah." "I've got an idea," I told her after thinking about all of that. "Why don't we pretend that we are, while we're on vacation?" "What do you mean?" she asked. "We're going to have a lot of time away from my parents and the brats while we're on vacation," I told her. "When we're alone, let's be boyfriend and girlfriend?" "Are you serious?" she asked, wide-eyed. "Sure. Why not?" "Yeah. Why not?" she replied after a couple of seconds. "Be my boyfriend!" "Cool!" I slowly moved over to where she was hanging on to the ladder and slid in next to her. As we floated face-to-face, inches from each other, I hooked my finger into the top, between her breasts. "Come here, then, girlfriend," I said softly as I pulled her to her me. Debbie whimpered softly as our lips touched and we kissed. It started out soft, gentle, and slow, with our lips sealed, and then we pulled apart. We looked at each other briefly, and then we met again. This time, our kiss was passionate, intense, and almost savage. Our tongues wrestled and danced with each other as our years of pent-up feeling were set loose. We were both moaning into each other's mouths as we continued kissing, and I was glad that we were treading water and needed to hold on to something other than each other, because I could feel the blood starting to rush to my cock. Suddenly I heard the gate to the pool clang. We quickly pulled apart and I climbed up the ladder, peeking over the edge. I quickly saw, about three feet from the edge of the pool, the night manager who seemed as surprised as I was when my head popped up. "Jesus Christ!" he yelped, almost jumping back. "You scared the crap out of me!" "Sorry," I replied. "My girlfriend and I were just enjoying a late-night soak in the pool." "Well, I gotta lock up here," he told me, "so you've got to get out now." "Ok, no problem," I replied. I climbed up the ladder and then gave Debbie my hand to help her out. As we turned around, I caught the manger giving her the once over, and I gave him a stone-faced look. Sheepishly, he looked away. "I'm glad I saw your towels on the chair," he told us as we dried off. "Otherwise I would've just locked the gate. We usually don't get too many people in the pool this late." "Cool," I replied, watching him. We said good-night to him as we left, and started walking toward our rooms. Before we went in, I pulled Debbie around the corner and pressed her up against the wall. I leaned down and kissed her again. This time our kiss was somewhere in between the first two. Very passionate, but a little more controlled and relaxed. Debbie's arms were wrapped around me, holding me tight, and I had one hand on the back of her neck while my other hand slid up her back and side slowly and softly. She was softly whimpering as my fingertips glided across her smooth skin, and I wanted to take her right there. I felt the blood starting to rush to my crotch again, and I debated whether or not to press my body against hers. I slid the hand on her neck down between her shoulder blades and pulled her chest against mine, and started the other hand down to her ass as our kiss started getting more intense. My fingertips slid across her ass cheek, and suddenly she stiffened and put her hands on my chest. "We need to stop now," she breathed, looking at my chest. "Ok," I replied, not wanting to, but knowing that was best. We had one more brief kiss, and then turned the corner to our rooms. I watched as she opened her door, then I went into my room. I took a quick shower to wash off the chlorine before I went to bed, and as I thought about her, wondering what she was doing, my cock started rising again. I grasped my shaft and started stroking it, imagining her in her shower playing with her pussy, and it wasn't long before I was spraying my cum on the shower wall and tub, my knees shaking a little. After rinsing off the evidence, I dried off and went to bed, sleeping soundly. The next morning, we all met for breakfast and then headed to Six Flags for the day. I looked her over as we walked to the restaurant. She was dressed in a pair of loose shorts and a light colored tank top, looking very cute. Debbie looked at me sheepishly and smiled as we ate and planned out the day. It was already decided that Debbie and I would go off on our own, and the boys would be with my parents all day, so we split off shortly after we got there. "So, girlfriend, where do you want to go first?" I asked as soon as we were out of sight of the rest. "I don't know," she replied softly. I pulled her aside and turned her toward me. "Are you ok with last night?" I asked as I held her hips. "Yes," she replied, looking at my chest. "I guess." "What do you mean, 'I guess'?" I asked, tilting her chin up to look at me. "I don't know," she said. "I guess I'm just a little embarrassed." "Embarrassed? Why?" I asked. "I don't know," she said. "I'm not sure that all didn't happen because I was high, I guess." "Tell me the truth. Did you enjoy it?" I asked. "Yes!" "Did you say or do anything that you didn't mean?" "No!" "Do you regret anything that you said or did?" "No!" "Do you want to be my girlfriend? For the trip?" "Yes!" "Ok, then what's the problem?" Debbie looked down again for a second, and then back up at me. Without saying a word, she pulled me in and kissed me passionately, pressing herself against me. Before I knew it, I felt my cock filling with blood again. She had me pressed up against a wall, so I couldn't back off from her. "Nothing," she said a minute later as she let me go. "Let's go have fun!" We had a lot of fun walking around the park that day. The most eventful part came on the log flume ride. I was sitting behind Debbie with my hands around her, and as the car that we were riding in bottomed out into a pool of water, my hands flew up and wound up around the sides of her breasts. Debbie gasped and stiffened, but didn't move my hands. Instead, she leaned back in to me. As a horny teen-ager, I took that as a good sign, but I knew not to push my luck. The rest of the day, we managed to sneak in a few kisses, especially when we went on rides that were dark. We spent plenty of time talking and laughing, and I was enjoying the sound of her giggling when I made her laugh. By the time that we made it back to the hotel, everybody was tired, so they all went to bed. I went out for a smoke and a soak, hoping Debbie would join me, but no such luck. After spending one more day around St. Louis, we hit the road again, heading toward Colorado to do some camping. After an early breakfast we packed the car back up and hit the road again. Debbie and I settled I our seats, and talked quietly as we watched the road behind us. "I missed you last night," I told her. "I'm sorry," she replied. "I was so tired, I was asleep before I knew it." "No problem. I was tired, too." I turned around carefully to make sure that we were well hidden from the front of the car, and I then leaned in and kissed her. Debbie whimpered softly as our lips touched, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. "I don't want to get caught," she whispered when we pulled apart. "I know. That's why I stacked the bags the way I did," I told her. "Turn around and check it out." Debbie turned toward me and looked behind us, and as she did, her breasts rubbed against my arm. Turning back to me and smiling, she simply said, "Nice!" Knowing enough about her, I wanted to take things kind of slow with Debbie and not scare her away, so when she turned back around, I gave her a simple kiss and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. It was a long drive ahead of us, so we sat back, her head resting on my shoulder, and enjoyed the scenery, or what there was of it. By the time that we pulled over for lunch and gas, we had spent about five hours driving through farmland, with nothing to look at but wheat fields. Using the excuse of having to go to the bathroom as my father filled the car, I pulled Debbie around the corner of the building and pulled out my little pipe. "You want to smoke now?" she asked softly, surprised. A Sexual History Ch. 02 The next morning, I woke up with my arm around Debbie's body, her back to me, and my hand on her breast. I immediately noticed that my cock was hard and pressed against her ass. I started to move my arm so I could roll away from her, and I felt her hand grasp my wrist. "Good morning," she said softly, holding tightly to my wrist. "Good morning," I replied. Debbie then started wiggling her ass against my cock. "Mmmmmm," she moaned softly. "Do you always wake up like this?" "No," I replied. "No?" "No. Usually I wake up with my boner pressed into my mattress, not a beautiful blonde's ass." "Awww. You're sweet," she said as she rolled over to face me. She then wrapped her hand around my shaft and started slowly stroking it. I watched as she then leaned down and slowly slid her mouth down the length of my rod. "Oh damn!" I moaned, laying my head back down. "Slide your body around," I told her a few minutes later, reaching my hand down. "No," she told me, holding tight to my shaft. "I want this morning to be about you." "Besides," she said a couple of seconds later, "my ... pussy ... is a little sore." Debbie spent the next few minutes stroking my cock as she sucked and lick on it, slowly bringing me to my orgasm. "Oh shit, baby!" I moaned. "I'm going to cum!" Debbie moaned and stroked me faster, sliding her lips down farther and keeping them there. I reached down and held her head as I felt my balls start to tighten. "Oh damn!" I exclaimed as I felt my cock start to spew out my load. Debbie moaned again as she started swallowing, trying to keep up with my spurts. A couple of minutes later my body melted into the sleeping bag as she let my softening rod slip from her mouth. "Yum!" she exclaimed as she licked her lips. "I could get used to that!" "Good!" I breathed softly. "So could I!" A few minutes later, Debbie rolled over and stood up. "I'm going to go wash up," she told me. "I don't think it would be a good idea going back to camp with your stuff all over me." I watched as she walked down to the edge of the lake nude, her tight little ass wiggling with every step. I then got an idea and rolled over, reaching in to my backpack. I pulled out my camera and quickly focused in on Debbie as she stepped in to the water. I took a couple of shots of her from that distance, and then started walking toward her. "What are you doing?" she shrieked when she saw my camera pointed toward her. "Taking a few pictures," I told her. "I can't let a beautiful sight like that go without preserving it!" "You're crazy!" she exclaimed as I took a couple more pictures. "Crazy about you, maybe," I replied. "Stop!" she told me, splashing water at me. "Make me," I replied, smiling at her. "How are you going to get those pictures developed?" she asked. "Someone else will see them!" "I do my own developing," I replied. "No one will ever see them but me, and you if you want." She stood in the water and looked at me for a few seconds. "Do you promise me that no one else will EVER see them?" she asked. "You have my word," I told her. "Well, I guess that's ok," she replied. I took a couple more pictures of her, her body wet and glistening in the morning light, before I joined her in the lake. We both cleaned up and dried off, and then went back to our campsite for some breakfast. "This is beautiful," she sighed, looking out at the lake as we cleaned up after we ate. "I see why you like camping so much." "Yeah, but unfortunately we have to get back soon," I told her. "I know," she sighed. We broke camp a few minutes later and started making our way back to the main campsite. As we walked, I decided that I wanted to take a few more pictures of her, so I mentally thought out my plan. We stopped about an hour later, at a ridge overlooking the valley we camped in. after we set down our packs, I pulled out my camera again and aimed it at Debbie. "Take off your shirt," I told her. "What? Why?" she asked, looking shocked. "Because I asked you to," I responded. Smiling at me, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse at tossed it on top of her backpack. She then unhooked her bra and tossed it on top of her blouse and turned toward me. I spent the next few minutes posing her and taking pictures, using the natural scenery as a backdrop. A little while later we started hiking again, but this time I convinced her to go without her bra. "You can put it back on before we make it back," I told her. To my surprise, she agreed and we were on our way. We made a couple more stops to rest and take pictures, each time getting her to be a little more daring in her poses. At our last rest, only a couple of miles from camp, I got her to pose with her hands on her pussy, her fingers just above her clit. In the light, I could see her clit standing up proud, her juices shining. "Touch yourself," I told her. "What?" she asked, her eyes wide. "You heard me," I replied. "I want to watch you. If I can't make love to you, then do it yourself." "I've never done that before," she said softly. "I don't know what to do." "Just do what feels good," I told her. "As long as you enjoy it, there really is no wrong way." "And you want to watch me?" she asked. "Yes, I do," I told her. "I think that would be really sexy." "Ok," she replied softly. "Just close your eyes if you want, and do what feels good," I told her. "Are you going to take pictures of me?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. Debbie didn't say anything else. She just laid back, closed her eyes, and started sliding her hands across her pussy. I watched silently as she rubbed her clit, her breathing getting heavier and her nipples getting hard. I started taking pictures of her, and it seemed like she started moaning louder and her breaths got heavier as she heard the click of my shutter. I continued watching and taking pictures as she started sliding first one finger, and then a second, into her wet pussy and then brought her other hand up to her tits and began pinching and pulling on her nipples. "Oh my god!" she moaned softly a couple of minutes later. "Ohhhhyeeaaahhhhh!" "Oh my god! I'm gonna cum!" she gasped. I quickly took a couple of pictures of her fingers buried deep inside her pussy, her juices very evident on her knuckles, and then focused in on her face as her orgasm swept over her. As she began cumming, her eyes snapped open and she was looking straight down the lens of my camera. I snapped off another picture of her like that, and that set her off even more as her body began shaking and she moaned even louder. "Oh my god!" she gasped again a couple of minutes later. "Holy shit!" "Did you like that?" I asked her. "That was incredible!" she replied as she slowly slid her fingers from her sopping hole. "That was almost as good as last night!" "Good," I replied. I knelt down and took her hand, bringing it up to my mouth. I then began licking one finger clean, tasting her sweet, tangy nectar. She moaned softly as I licked and sucked her digit. I then pushed her hand to her face and she immediately cleaned her other finger as I released her. As she was tasting herself, I saw her eyes lock onto my crotch. When she was done, she let her finger slip from her mouth. "I guess you really liked that, too," she said, looking at my bulging groin. "Oh yeah!" I replied. "Let me see it," she told me. "Show me." I smiled at her and set my camera on the ground. I then opened my jeans and pulled out my hard cock. "I love your dick," she said. "Show me, just like I showed you." "You want me to play with myself for you?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. "I did it for you, now you can do it for me." "Ok," I responded. I then began to slowly stroke my hard shaft as she watched. To my surprise, she reached up and pulled my pants all the way down, until they were down around my ankles. "I want to see all of you," she said. "You got to see all of me." She then reached over and picked up my camera. I continued stroking as she snapped off a couple of pictures of my hard cock in my hand. "Those are for me," she told me. I just nodded as I continued stroking, looking at her hot, tight little body. I knew that I probably wasn't going to last too long, after watching her and thinking about last night, so I tried going slow. "Go faster," she told me. "Beat it!" I did as she asked and started stroking myself faster. "Oh shit!" I gasped a couple of minutes later. "Yes!" she moaned. "Cum for me! I want to see you cum!" I started stroking faster, and soon let out a low moan. "Ohh daaamn!" I started spurting my load, shooting it far into the air. Debbie moaned and gasped as she watched my sperm flying. "Oh shit!" I gasped seconds later as my load was done. My cock was softening and the head was shiny with my cum. Debbie leaned in and licked it off, cleaning me. "I love the taste of your cum," she told me, looking up at me. "Cool," I replied, trying to get some strength back in my legs. A couple of minutes later we were both dressed and we started our way back to the campground, our legs shaky and weak. When we finally made it back to camp, I noticed that my mother was the only one there. She quickly told me that my father took the boys into town, and that she stayed behind because she had a headache. She then asked how the hike was, and we told her that we had a lot of fun. "We saw some wildlife, and Debbie got to experience some new things, too," I told her. I could see Debbie's eyes get big when I said that, and she was trying not to laugh. "How did you like it?" my mother asked Debbie. "It was fun!" she replied. "Carl showed me some cool stuff! I can't wait to do it again!" "I even slept out under the stars, with Carl," she added. "Nice. Did you get any good pictures?" my mother asked. "Oh yeah," I replied. "Debbie even took a couple of pictures. I can't wait to get home and develop the film!" Debbie had to stifle another laugh at that, and asked if I would show her how to develop film, since I let her take some pictures. Debbie and I then set her tent back up just as my father got back. The last couple of days were pretty uneventful, a lot of the time spent with Debbie and I trying not to look too suspicious when we were around each other. Finally, we had to break camp and start heading home. We were a two day drive away, and my dad had already told us that we were only spending one more night in a motel. "We should make it home late the next day," he said. "We can always unpack the next morning after we get home." Debbie and I looked at each other, knowing that we would only have one more night to try to get together. "I want to spend tonight with you," she told me as we pulled out onto the highway as we left. "Me too," I replied. "I want to do everything with you this time," she said as she took my hand in hers. "I want to suck you, have you lick me, and then fuck my brains out. "That sounds great," I told her, squeezing her hand. Hearing her talk like that was kind of exciting! "How are we going to do this?" she asked. "I don't know yet," I replied. "I'll try to figure something out." Just as we pulled off of the highway looking for our motel, it started raining. By the time we found it, it was pouring heavy and my father and I made a quick run into the office. As I looked around, I saw a sign stating that the motel had cable TV, including pay movies, something that was still very new in those days. As we walked away from the front desk, my father commented on the weather, say that it looked like we weren't going to get one last night in the pool. "Yeah, I see," I replied. "Well, if we can't go swimming, why don't we get a couple of those movies?" "We'll never all agree on one movie," he replied. "Yeah, but we could get separate movies," I said. "You and mom could get one, Debbie and I could get one to watch in one room, and the boys could get one to watch in another room." "Yeah, that might work," he agreed. As we started hauling our luggage to our rooms, my dad told everyone our idea. "After dinner, I'll go to one room and order the movie for the boys, and you two will go to the other room and order yours," he told us. "After the movies, you can go back to your right rooms." "Sounds good to me," I said, looking at Debbie. "Yeah, sounds good!" she added. The boys had no problem, and the plan was set. As soon as dinner was done, we all went to our rooms. We decided that the boys would watch their movie in my room, and Debbie and I would watch ours in her room. I showered while my dad helped the boys pick out their movie, and then I went to Debbie's room. When I knocked on her door, Debbie opened it, hiding behind it. To my surprise, when the door closed, I saw that she was wearing only a towel, having just finished her shower. "I really wanted to spend the night with you again," Debbie told me as I kissed her. "That should be no problem," I told her. "By the time the movie is over, everyone else should be asleep. We just won't wake the boys up, and we can sleep in this room together." "That could work!" she said, kissing me. "I know!" I joked. We sat down on the bed and picked out our movie and started watching it. Soon, we started kissing again. "I like your outfit!" I teased, looking at her towel. "Well, I would have worn a cute, sexy nightie, but I didn't bring one," she replied. "This is the next best thing, I guess." "I like it!" I laughed and put my arm around her, kissing her again. We then put the movie on and sat on the bed. The movie was soon forgotten, though, as we both lay down on the bed, our hands all over each other. I started sliding my hand up the smooth skin of her leg at the same time that she placed her hand on my bulging crotch. "I want this," she breathed, breaking our kiss. "Then take it," I told her. "It's all yours." Debbie opened my shorts and slid her hand under the waistband of my underwear. She grasped my hard cock as she kissed me again, moaning as she squeezed it. "Lift up your ass," she told me as she got up and knelt beside me, tightening the knot in the towel. I raised my hips and she slid my shorts and underwear down, causing my hard cock to bounce up and wave. "You have such a nice dick," she said as she wrapped her fingers around it. "I'm glad you like it," I sighed as she started stroking it. "I love it," she said softly. I watched as she then leaned down and kissed the head. "Tell me if I do this wrong," she said. "Ohhhhh," I moaned, feeling her soft lips on my cock. "Ok." I continued watching as she then started sliding her tongue along the length of my shaft and down to my balls. Holding back my hard pole, she began flicking her tongue across my scrotum, and the started sucking gently on my balls. "Ohhh yeeaaah!" I moaned. "Do you like that?" she asked as she started slowly stroking me. "Yes!" I replied. Debbie dipped her head back down and resumed her licking and sucking as she continued stroking the shaft. After a couple of minutes, she slowly slid her tongue up the bottom side of my cock, until she reached the head. Looking up at me, Debbie wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and then slowly began sliding her lips down the length, still stroking me. "Oh damn!" I gasped at the warm, wet feeling. "Mmmmm," she moaned in agreement, sliding her lips down as far as she could and gripping what remained of the shaft. Debbie spent the next few minutes sliding her lips up and down my cock, stroking the exposed part of the shaft. For someone that had never given head before, she was a natural! "Oh shit!" I moaned a few minutes later. "You're gonna make me cum!" "MmmHmmm!" she moaned as she started sucking and stroking faster. Soon, I reached down and held her head tightly in my hands as I started to feel my cum begin to churn. Debbie moaned and sucked even harder. "Oh damn!" I exclaimed seconds later as I felt my balls contract. Holding her head in place, I started blasting my load down her throat. Debbie moaned as my cock continued throbbing and spewing in her mouth. Eventually, my shaft began deflating and softened. "Holy shit!" I said softly as my body relaxed and I released her head. "Mmmmm! That was fun!" she said as she left my flaccid rod fall from her mouth. "Oh yeah!" I replied. Licking her lips, Debbie crawled up the bed and lay down next to me. "So, I did ok?" she asked as she lay in my arm. "You couldn't tell by the ending?" I asked, laughing. "Just checking," she replied, kissing my cheek. Turning, I rolled Debbie on to her back and pulled her towel open as I kissed her. I then slowly started kissing her neck and down to her chest. Debbie gasped and moaned when I reached her tits and started kissing and licking her nipples. She moaned loudly, her hands going to my head, when I started sucking on her nipples. After a few minutes, I continued my way down her body, my lips softly gliding across her soft belly and her hands still on my head. Debbie whimpered softly as my lips reached the top of her sparse, light blonde pubic hair. I felt her grip tighten a little as I put her legs over my shoulders and continued kissing my way down. I passed over her clit and went down her slit. "Oh shit!" she gasped as I slid my tongue across her wetness. I slowly began sliding my tongue up and down her slit, listening to her gasp and moan every time I passed over her clit. "Oh my god, that feels so good!" she moaned when I began flicking the tip of my tongue lightly over her stiff bud. She pulled my face hard in between her legs and held it there as she raised her hips. Seeing how she reacted, I continued licking at her clit, making her moan and gasp even louder. She soon started moving her hips up and down, pushing her pussy at me and grabbing on to my hair. After a couple of minutes, her pussy getting wetter, I brought my hand up to her pussy and slowly slid a finger inside her. As my finger slid deeper into her, I was reminded how tight she was. "Oh my goddddd!" she gasped softly. I started sliding my finger in and out as I licked at her clit, and her breathing got heavier and her moaning louder. "Oh my god!" she moaned. "I'm feeling it! Oh my god! I'm going to cum!" I started moving my hand faster while I continued flicking my tongue at her clit. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she got louder. "Ohhhhmyyygoddddd!" she shrieked as she pulled on my hair, pushing her hips up at my face. I then felt her thighs tighten on my head, squeezing it slightly. Debbie's body shook as she held my face tightly to her pussy while her orgasm swept over her. I slowed down my licking and fingering, and her body soon collapsed on to the bed, her hands falling from my head. "Oh my god!" she breathed softly a couple of minutes later. "That was unbelievable!" I started kissing my way back up her body as I let her legs slide from my shoulders. As I reached her neck, my revived cock brushed up against her firm ass cheeks. Raising myself up to my hands, I slid my cock up through her wet slit and lay it on top. Debbie moaned and reached down, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. "Give it to me," she told me, looking up at me. "Give you what?" I asked, teasing her as I flexed my rod. "This!" she replied, squeezing my shaft in her hand and sliding it up and down her wetness. "Give me your hard dick! Fuck me with it!" I raised myself higher, placing my hands on her hips and lifting her legs onto my arms, and let her position the head of my cock at her hot, wet opening.