This will probably be the only blog post I ever do. I just want to post my sex story. It's the only one I've ever written and probably the only one I ever will write...but I like it a lot. I just hope posting this isn't breaking any SG rules. I will appreciate any feedback and constructive criticism!

My house was in the mountains, far from the nearest town. I hated living there. I had bought the house when I was married and, at the time, the large, secluded Victorian mansion was just what Jennifer and I were looking for to raise a family in. Plans changed. After she moved out, the house seemed lonely and empty. The solitude and isolation was gradually changing me. I realized this and it scared me. I was planning to move into a suburban house as soon as possible.

It had just become dark outside, and it was raining hard. I had once loved the sound of rain, but after living alone for such a long time, it no longer stimulated the same feelings of comfort and security that it had when I was younger.

I was working on the paperwork involved with moving into the new house. Mortgage, insurance, tax...I hated paperwork. I was tired of sitting under the dim yellow tinted light of my desk lamp, looking at the white papers, the black print, and my blue handwriting on the forms.

I decided to take a break. I stood up to go get a Coke from the fridge. It felt good just to look away from the papers and stand up for the first time in over an hour. The doorbell rang. It surprised me; I wasn't expecting anyone. But I was happy; it had been three days since I had seen another person's face. I walked through the living room to the front door.

It was a young girl. She was soaking wet from the rain. She was hugging herself to stay warm. She looked like she was in her late teens. I recognized her school uniform; she was a student from Robinson Academy, a small girl's school about 50 miles away. She was wearing a white button-up collar shirt, tucked in, and...

This will probably be the only blog post I ever do. I just want to post my sex story. It's the only one I've ever written and probably the only one I ever will write...but I like it a lot. I just hope posting this isn't breaking any SG rules. I will appreciate any feedback and constructive criticism!

My house was in the mountains, far from the nearest town. I hated living there. I had bought the house when I was married and, at the time, the large, secluded Victorian mansion was just what Jennifer and I were looking for to raise a family in. Plans changed. After she moved out, the house seemed lonely and empty. The solitude and isolation was gradually changing me. I realized this and it scared me. I was planning to move into a suburban house as soon as possible.

It had just become dark outside, and it was raining hard. I had once loved the sound of rain, but after living alone for such a long time, it no longer stimulated the same feelings of comfort and security that it had when I was younger.

I was working on the paperwork involved with moving into the new house. Mortgage, insurance, tax...I hated paperwork. I was tired of sitting under the dim yellow tinted light of my desk lamp, looking at the white papers, the black print, and my blue handwriting on the forms.

I decided to take a break. I stood up to go get a Coke from the fridge. It felt good just to look away from the papers and stand up for the first time in over an hour. The doorbell rang. It surprised me; I wasn't expecting anyone. But I was happy; it had been three days since I had seen another person's face. I walked through the living room to the front door.

It was a young girl. She was soaking wet from the rain. She was hugging herself to stay warm. She looked like she was in her late teens. I recognized her school uniform; she was a student from Robinson Academy, a small girl's school about 50 miles away. She was wearing a white button-up collar shirt, tucked in, and a green plaid skirt that came down just past her knees. She had dirty blond hair that was sticking to her face. She had small, perky breasts, and I could clearly see her bra through the soaked, white collared shirt.

"Hey," I said casually, almost as though I knew her and expected her.

I looked behind her and I was surprised to notice that there was no car in the driveway. Then I looked back at her face. She looked worried, nervous, and scared.

"Uh, hi, umm, my car has broken down and umm well I was wondering if I could just use your phone for a moment to call my dad?"

I smiled at her.

"Come on in," I said as I moved away from the door.

She smiled back nervously as she walked inside and I closed the door behind her.

"Come with me."

I walked into the living room where I had a fire going in the fireplace. She sat down on a couch in front of the fireplace, next to my pathetically ugly fake Christmas tree. She leaned forward to warm herself on the fire. I brought her the cordless phone from the kitchen. As I handed it to her, she looked at me and smiled. She seemed to be more relaxed now. I sat down on the chair beside the couch as she dialed the number. She gazed into the fire as she waited for him to answer. She started talking to her father, but I didn't listen to what she said. I took the time to look at her more closely.

She had a baby face. She had a small nose, small lips, blonde eyebrows, blue eyes, and fair skin. She didn't appear to be wearing any make-up. She seemed so innocent and demure. I wondered whether I still knew how to flirt, and how to seduce a girl; it had been many years since I had tried. But the thought of debauching this girl really excited me.

I heard her say "love you too," and then she hung up the phone.

"He says it will be about two hours until he can get here. I guess I'll go wait in the car."

"You can stay in here if you want. It's far too cold to go sit in the car for that long. Anyway, I would enjoy having your company for a while," I said, being sure to hide my southern accent.

"That's very kind of you, sir," she said politely.

"Call me Richard. And what is your name?"

"I'm Melanie."

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Sixteen."

We made small talk for a while. She was a junior in high school. She was focusing on religious studies and philosophy. When I asked her if she had a boyfriend, she told me that her father would never allow that while she was living with him. She told me that she hated living with him and she planned on moving out as soon as she could find a place to stay.

"I'm just so sick of being his little girl; his sweet little Melanie, and nothing more, like I'm not a real person," she told me.

"I know the feeling," I said. It was true; my parents had been similar. "My mother used to try so hard to shelter me. I'm just glad that my dad felt sorry for me. He used to help me get away with things. In the end, everything that my mother did had the opposite effect one me to what she wanted. I ended up craving everything that she tried to keep me from having," I explained.

"Like what?" she asked.

"Alcohol. Drugs. Violence. Most of all, sex."

"That makes sense. I think I might be starting to do the same thing. I've never touched a drop of alcohol in my life, but I wouldn't mind giving it a try."

"Would you like a glass of wine?" I asked.

"Well... I'm not sure; I don't want my dad to notice anything and he will be here in a few hours."

"It'll be okay, sweetie. I'll put some grenadine in it so it won't smell as strong. Besides, it'll warm you up," I said with a hopeful tone.

"Well... In that case, sure," she said with an innocence that made my hormones flare and my blood burn in my veins.

"I'll be right back."

I walked into the kitchen, humming a song from my teen years in my head. I was so elated. I was overcome with lust at seeing her lithe body dripping wet and the complete naiveté that surrounded her. I glanced through my wine rack trying to decide between giving her the cheapest I had which consequently had the highest alcohol content, or pulling out all the stops and sharing my prized bottle of 1956 Merlot with her. I decided on the cheaper one and poured us both a glass with a couple of drops of grenadine.

Then I had an idea that instantly gave me an adrenaline rush. I looked up at the medicine cabinet. I wondered whether I still had the GHB that Jennifer used to use sometimes. I opened up the medicine cabinet and, behind the band-aids, Tylenol, and everything else, I found the bottle of GHB. Liquid ecstasy, as Jennifer used to call it. She used to use it when we went on camping trips or anytime that she wanted the hot, kinky, rough sex to last all night. I poured a tiny bit into the wine.

When I came back to the living room, she was bending down in front of the fireplace. Her skirt had ridden up so that I could see the backs of her creamy thighs and had tightened to show off the perfect curve of her youthful ass. She had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, and what little cleavage she had was clearly visible. All the blood in my body rushed south and I got a little light headed.

"Here you go, Melanie. I hope you like it. It's not the best, but it should warm you up," I said with a friendly glint in my eyes.

She happily accepted the glass of wine and returned to her place on the couch. I sat down next to her. I noticed that her hand was shaking slightly; she was nervous. She took the first sip of her wine, coughed and made a sour face. The face she made reminded me of my youth, before I grew accustomed to the refined taste of wine. She continued drinking and my eyes were drawn to her slender throat.

"Was it anything like you had expected?" I asked.

"Sort of...I wasn't expecting it to be so bitter," she answered honestly.

I drank from my glass as she finished hers.

"Would you like some more?" I asked cautiously. I didn't want to overstep my bounds.

"Sure," she said innocently.

I got up from the couch and retrieved the bottle from the kitchen. I refilled both our glasses. She had a slight pink tint to her cheeks. She quickly downed her second glass. I refilled it for her. She was starting to relax. She leaned back on the couch and inadvertently spread her legs a little. Her skirt slid up a bit as she slouched, exposing more of her thighs. I wished that the room were better lit.

"How are you feeling, Melanie?"

"Pretty good, Richard. I don't really understand how I feel right now...I'm relaxed, but I'm getting really hot. Do you mind if I unbutton my shirt some more?"

"Just relax. I'll do it for you if you will let me."

She sat up and nodded. I turned her around so that her back was to me. She was so compliant. She wasn't completely drunk but she had a pretty good buzz going. I slid my palms over her small breasts and slowly unbuttoned the third button. She moaned softly deep in her throat. If I had been any farther away I wouldn't have been able to hear it. I worked my way very slowly down her slender stomach, occasionally brushing against the bared skin. She was breathing deeply. She gave her clouded mind a rest and let her body do the thinking.

She leaned back against my chest. My cloth covered erection was right under the small of her back. She sighed gently as I untucked her shirt and laid it open. I lazily drug my fingers across her smooth, white skin. She was completely flawless. She had no scars or bruises. I was overwhelmed with the urge to mark her, but I resisted. She moaned and arched into my touches. She was very responsive.

"Is this okay?" I asked as I ran my hand over her left breast and squeezed slightly.

She let out a high pitched, girly giggle and arched her back more. I took that as a yes. I urged her to sit up and slowly slid her shirt the rest of the way off her arms. She was wearing a strapless bra. I unhooked it and let it fall into her lap, exposing her hard nipples. I ran one fingernail very lightly up her spine. She shuddered. I wrapped my arms back around her and held both her firm young breasts in my hands and gently massaged them. Her responses had my erection straining in its confines. I needed release soon.

I told her to sit on my lap facing me, and she did so without question. She had a full blush on her face by this point, and her eyes were dilated so far that I could barely see the blue in her eyes. Her hair was a little messed up and it was devilishly sexy. I put my left hand on the small of her back to keep her from falling backwards. I lowered my mouth to her left nipple and began to lick and gently bite it.

She moaned so loudly that I heard the sound reverberate in the large room. She moaned my name, and started to grope drunkenly at my crotch. I picked her up and set her down next to me on the couch. Her arm remained stupidly outstretched toward my crotch, and she looked at it like a toddler reaching through its crib. I stood up.

"Take your pants off," she pleaded, grinning and looking up at me.

She looked down at my crotch and bit her lower lip, then looked back up at me and giggled.

"Later," I told her.

I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. She was very light. I laid her down gently on my bed, and kneeled next to her. I quickly pulled off my t-shirt. I unzipped her skirt and slid it down her smooth legs. Her white panties were covered in little pink and red hearts. I put my hands between her knees and spread her legs a little. I kissed her inner thigh just above her knee. I moved up towards her crotch. I kissed her inner thigh, right next to her panties. Then I ran my tongue over her panties. She pushed her crotch into my mouth. I could taste her juices on the cloth. I moved back and kissed her thigh on the other side. I reached up and tucked one finger under her panties, just below her belly button. I ran my finger slowly across her panty-line towards her hip. I moved my mouth down a little on her thigh as I started to pull her panties down. Then I abandoned her thigh and pulled her panties right off. Her pussy was shaved.

I lay down next to her and she climbed on top of me. Her youthful body made my erection twitch. She ground her young pussy against me. I reached up and caressed her breasts as she rode my cloth covered cock. I let her unbuckle my belt and slide it off. When she reached for my pants I flipped her over and lay on top of her. I licked and kissed my way down her beautiful small body. I blew on her pussy and she whimpered and arched her back. I slowly teased the outside of her vagina. She shoved her crotch in my face and I gently nibbled her clit. Her hands automatically shot down to my hair to hold me in place. I started out slow, licking and sucking on her clit, then I sped up as she became a writhing, panting bundle of nerves. I could feel her pussy tightening and her thighs trembling. I stopped just before she came.

I kissed her on the lips and let her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned quietly. She nibbled lightly on my lower lip and pulled it down, then she released it and smiled.

"Now will you take your pants off?" she said naggingly.

She glanced downward as she said this, then looked up at me with cute puppy-dog eyes.

"I will consider it," I said, smiling.

She let out a grunt of frustration and threw me down on my back with surprising strength. She put her hand down just below my belly button and began trying to get my pants off, but in her excited and intoxicated state, she was too uncoordinated to deal with my fly.

"Would you...get this..." she mumbled through clenched teeth.

I laughed at her and quickly undid my fly for her. She hastily pulled my pants down just past the bottom of my boxers. She pulled the front of my boxers down and my dick, finally freed from the confines of my pants, pointed strait up. She beamed at the sight of it. She grabbed my shaft about half-way down and licked the head as if she were licking an ice cream cone. Then she looked up at me and grinned, holding my dick less than an inch from her mouth, and as she did I imagined my cum running down her face, over those cute dimples in her cheeks. I loved the sight of her young, innocent babyface, contrasted by an erect cock, the ultimate symbol of obscenity.

"May I put it in my mouth?" she asked politely, looking up at me.

"Of course you can," I said, laughing.

She wasted no time inserting the head of my cock into her hot, wet mouth. But she didn't exactly know what she was doing; I realized that this was going to be quite a contrast to Jennifer, who had been highly skilled in the art of fellatio, and could deep throat with ease. Melanie was trying to imitate the technique that I had used when eating her pussy, flicking her tongue lightly over the very tip of my dick and holding her head still.

"Don't flick your tongue," I instructed her, "just suck hard and bob your head."

She nodded, moving my cock up and down with her mouth. She started to shake her head up and down vigorously, moving less than an inch each time. I tried not to laugh. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed down gently. She choked and pulled back. Her face turned red, perhaps from choking or perhaps from embarrassment.

"Sorry," she said, "I've never done this before."

"It's okay," I told her, "It will take practice. Just bob your head a bit more slowly and take in as much as you can without choking. Sorry I choked you. I won't push down anymore if you don't want me to."

"That's okay, I don't mind," she replied, "I want to learn how to do this right, and I might as well do it with someone patient and helpful like you."

She put it back in her mouth. She did it better this time. She still couldn't take in very much, but at least she had mastered the movement. I moaned quietly to let her know that she was doing well. I put my hand on the back of her head again and pushed down very lightly. She took in a little more of my cock now, and I could see that she was successfully holding back her gag reflex.

"Ooh, You learn fast," I told her.

She stopped moving her head, and looked up at me grinning and nodded, the head of my cock still in her mouth. Then she quickly shoved my entire cock into her mouth. She held it for a moment, then choked and pulled it out.

"I almost had it," she said, grinning.

She actually seemed to be enjoying herself. She tried again. This time it seemed to slide down her throat more easily and she held it for about a second before coming back up.

"Oh, fuck that was good," I said, "I can't believe how quickly you've learned to deep throat."

"I like it," she told me.

She put it back in her mouth and my entire cock disappeared into her mouth again, and I felt her tongue on my balls. She came back up part way, then started to bob her head. I knew I would cum quickly if she kept going so I pulled her head back. I rolled over and stood up to take my pants and boxers right off. I looked at her as I did this. She was pouting and looking at my erect cock, shining with her saliva. I laughed at her. She looked up at me and smiled, and bit her lower lip. I lost control. I jumped on her and pushed her back onto the bed, pinning her wrists down beside her head. She looked adorable the way that she was smiling up at me, her hair spread out on the bed and her wrists pinned down right beside her head. I reached down and put two fingers into her pussy.

She smiled at me and said "That's not your cock."

"I am quite aware of this," I told her.

I fingered her, making a "come hither" motion with my fingers, fingering her g-spot and massaging her clit with my hand.

"Oh, please, Richard, stick your cock in me."

"I'm working on it," I told her, and smiled at her.

Then I quickly pulled my fingers out and plunged my cock deep down into her pussy. Her mouth was right next to my ear and I heard her suddenly take in a sharp breath. She was tight. She moaned loudly in my ear as I began to thrust slowly. I was thrusting my cock deep down into her pussy, gradually faster. She was moaning continuously now, right into my ear, and she began to dig her nails into my back.

"Oh, God, this feels so good!" she moaned.

I felt her back arch in pleasure and her smooth skin press even harder against my own. Her heavy breathing and mews of pleasure were almost as rewarding as the physical feelings I was experiencing.

As I looked down at her sweet face, the intensity of the moment hit me. She was beautiful, and innocent - and for the time, all mine. How coy she had been before! Realizing just how wonderful this all was brought me even closer to my own climax; i slowed down progressively, not wanting to reach the apex of our intimacy before she was ready
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Realizing my change in pace, she whispered lightly in my ear, "don't...don't stop..."

The sultriness of her breath and the sweetness of her voice was enough for me. She could have said anything in that moment; but her tone of voice and the closeness of our bodies made all the difference. I pressed her even closer to me, and my arousal showed completely unhindered through my motion.

"Oh, Richard, I think I'm going to cum," she told me.

She suddenly dug her teeth into my shoulder. This sent a chill down my spine as I thrust down hard, pushing my cock down hard and deep into her pussy. As she climaxed she gyrated her hips, pressing her body hard against mine with each downward thrust, pushing me deeper into her with her hands as she dug her nails into my lower back. Her loud moans were stifled by my collarbone which she had clenched tightly between her teeth. She moaned something that sounded like "Oh, Richard." Then she relaxed. She fell back into the bed, panting.

She looked up into my eyes and smiled. She looked so adorable, laying there with her disheveled blond hair spread out behind her head, looking up at me with dilated blue eyes, looking at me with utter adoration, as though thanking me for taking her innocence.

"You haven't cum yet, have you?" she asked with a simper.

"No."

"Will you cum in mouth?" she asked.

"Of course I will, Melanie."

She smiled happily, seeming to be very excited by the prospect of having my cum in her mouth. She rolled me over onto my back and ran her hands down my chest, beginning her voyage downward toward my throbbing hard cock. I reached back and put a pillow under my head so that I could watch her. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes as she inched downward. She was actually teasing me. I couldn't believe how quickly she had gained confidence and taken control; there was no sign of that initial shyness.

Her head was at my belly button now. She kissed my stomach just below my belly button. She cupped my sac in her hand, then looked up at me and grinned. She didn't take her eyes off me as she took my cock in her other hand, and pressed the head of my cock to her slightly parted lips. She tilted her head down a little, and as she did this she bit her lower lip, still gazing up into my eyes.

She grinned then suddenly looked down and took in my entire cock. She didn't start to bob her head right away though; she began to lick my balls. This really turned me on; it felt so good, and yet she was still teasing me. Then she pulled her head back and began to bob her head. I knew that it wouldn't take much to make me cum, since I was already so worked up from fucking her. She was amazingly good at this, considering that she had only done it for the first time today. She had a natural talent. And it felt great. My cock seemed to slide in and out of her throat so effortlessly, as though it wasn't a mouth at all, but a cunt. She had her hands under my ass, and each time that she moved down over my cock, she pushed up on my ass and squeezed, cupping both sides of my ass with her hands. She was bobbing quickly, coming all the way back up the head each time to breath.

I felt myself coming closer to the edge.

"Slow down a little when I start to cum," I managed to whimper.

I pressed my head back into the pillow, looking up as I came. The mere thought of my hot cum shooting into her wet little mouth made the orgasm indescribably good. She had slowed down as I instructed, and she was not taking in as much of my cock as she had been; I knew that she wanted to be able to taste my cum and this turned me on even more. I looked down, still cumming, and saw her little pale lips wrapped around the head of my hard glistening cock as she looked up at me, as though checking for my approval.

I smiled at her as my orgasm died down. She opened her mouth and showed me her cum-covered tongue. Then she closed her mouth with a simper and swallowed, still gazing into my eyes. A little bit of cum had dripped down her chin. She collected this onto her pointer finger and then licked the cum off the tip of her finger, biting her finger as she did so. She swallowed again, then bit her lower lip.

She laid on me and kissed me on the lips, slowly. She put her hand on the back of my head, running her hand over my scalp under my hair. I could just taste my cum on her lips. We were both exhausted. She rested her head on my shoulder and gazed up into my eyes.

For a moment, we were suspended in time; we were infinite. Like two secret stars, a streak of brilliance in the gray eternity of everything and everyone else. We were merged - our bodies linked through the pleasure we had created so effortlessly for each other.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Eleven thirty," I told her, looking at my watch.

"I guess I should get ready for my dad to arrive," she said, smirking.

"I guess you should," I agreed.

She got up and began to get dressed. I laid on my bed, still enjoying the after-glow of my orgasm. I watched her put on her bra, and her cute girlie panties. As she buttoned up her white shirt, she looked at me sadly; she obviously did not want to leave.

"I'm really glad my car broke down," she said, grinning.

"Me too - but you are welcome here anytime; you don't have to be broken down to come visit me," I told her.

I wrote down my contact information on a sticky note for her, including my future address at my new home. I still had a lot of paperwork to finish that night.aoeuaoeuaoeu