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This story is actually a true story about a good girl I dated for about a year. But there are actually two good girls involved in the creation of this story, so I changed the title. The second was a local fan who liked how it had started, and wanted me to finish it. I told her it was the start of a true story, and gave her the outline of what happened, and she thought it was unbelievably hot. She asked why it hadn't been finished, and I said honestly, the main thing that keeps me from writing fast is not a lack of ideas, but the fact that when I write, I get turned on, and often it isn't long before I need to take care of myself, and I can't type with one hand. She blushingly offered to suck my dick while I was writing, despite the fact she had only fooled around with three guys before, and they were all long term boyfriends. The points marked with a ** are the points where I lost control, and good girl #2 swallowed. It's so much fun when a good girl lets herself become a GREAT girl.

***WARNING: this story is not yet finished, and ends very abruptly***
As she stood in the bar having a drink with her friend, she felt
someone bump up against her.  "Sorry," he said.  She turned around,
and he was cute.  She gave him a big smile.
He seemed surprised, then chuckled.  "I see, you think I was hitting
on you.  I promise you it really was just an accident and I'm on my
way back to my friends from the bathroom, but that's probably what
I'd say if it wasn't an accident, so there's no way I can get out of
this and you totally think I'm lying."
She laughed.  "But, since you're decent looking, and I can make you
laugh, I might as well keep talking to you because I might end up
getting lucky."
She laughed again.  "Never in a million years."  He cocked an eyebrow.
"You sure about that?  The way you turned and smiled, it's obvious
you find me attractive."  "I'm not that kind of girl," she replied.  
He just smiled.  She and her girlfriend continued talking to him
for an hour or so, discussing their jobs, his love of cooking, and 
so on.  Eventually, her friend went to the bar to get another
drink.  "Listen," he said, pulling her in close as if telling her 
a secret.  "it's a lovely night, let's go for a walk on the beach."
She was hesitant.  "Come on, it's ok."  "What about my friend?"
"She's a big girl, she can take care of herself."  He took her arm,
and led her out of the bar into the night.  It was only a few blocks
to the beach.  They walked down under the pier, just short of the
crashing waves, before he turned and positioned her against one of
the poles supporting it, then moved in close.
The cool night air swirled around them as he enjoyed her firm young
tits pressed up against his chest.  He enjoyed the taste of her skin
as he kissed her neck and pressed her up against the hard wooden beam.  
He felt her hands drift downward, hesitantly moving towards his ass
before retreating and going up his shirt.
She pushed lightly against he chest, but he could feel her hands were
torn between pushing him away, pulling him closer, or just enjoying
the feel of his body beneath his shirt.  
Emboldened by his understanding of her intentions, he forced his thigh
forwards between her legs, pining her against the unyielding pillar
behind her, and kissed her.  Everything had been so perfect, and she
was so ready.  She kissed him back deeply and passionately.
Soon, his mouth drifted downwards, past her neck towards her cleavage.
It wasn't really dark, even shortly before midnight, with all the 
lights from the homes and businesses near the beach, but the beach
was still private enough for the few couples who wandered across the
sand here and there.  In fact, it might even have been crowded, if
everyone wasn't so busy ignoring each other.  She felt his lips making
contact with the side of her breast, and she knew she should make him
stop, but she was enjoying it a bit too much.  It's ok to be a little
wild, she thought.  As long as things don't go any further.  She had
just met him, after all.  No more than this.
All of a sudden, he pulled the front of her top down a little, and took
her nipple into her mouth**.  The cool of the night, the softness of his
touches, and the excitement of doing something wild had all conspired
to make her nipples rock hard, and they responded instantly to the
attention of his mouth.  She struggled to catch her breath and regain
control.  "If I get a ticket, you're paying for it" was all she could
manage.
After a few minutes, she pushed him away.  "Ok, that's enough for
now."  "Ok," he smiled, "let's keep walking."  They walked away from
the beach, and she figured they were heading back to the bar.  But as
they neared it, he suggested, "let's walk by the marina, the boats are
lovely at night," and she sheepishly agreed.  They walked along the
bike path by all the restaurants, talking about the variety of boats
they saw.
As they reached an apartment complex at the end of the road, dropped
her hand and ran forward a bit up the driveway, and called to her,
"Come here, look at this.  These light poles have full size bronze
statues next to them.  If you catch one out of the corner of your
eye in the dark, it's kind of spooky."  As she walked up to look at
it, he leaned in close, and yelled "Boo!"  She jumped and yelled
"Stop that!" but was more startled than mad.  Taking advantage of
her lack of composure, he drew her in close and gave her a long, deep
kiss.  She looked up into his eyes afterwards, but then pulled away,
realizing where she was.  "This is where you live, isn't it?"  She
was probably half a mile away from the bar by now, and alone at night.
"Don't worry, it's ok," he said, as he stroked her hair and reassured
her.  As she stared into his eyes, somehow, it worked.  Before she knew
it, she was passionately kissing him again.  He took her by the hand,
through the lobby, and to the elevators.  They kissed again in the
elevators, then she followed him like a smitten little puppy as he
walked to the door of his apartment.  
They soon found themselves on the couch, and before she knew it, he 
had removed her top.  Instead of quickly grabbing her tits, though, he
slowly and lightly ran his fingers down her arm, the electricity of his
touch making her skin tingle.  He pulled her in close, and they kissed
again, and she shivered as she felt her nipples brushing up against him.
Then she felt his hands move down to her pants.  She grabbed his hands.
"My pants stay on.  I'm going to have to draw the line there, I told 
you before, I'm not that kind of girl" she responded.  "That's fine, I 
have no problem with that," he said.  "And I know your a good girl.  
But that's not why I'm ok with letting you keep your pants on.  I'm 
letting you keep your pants on, because I don't want to make you feel 
uncomfortable or that you have to do anything you don't want to do.  I 
want you to want me to do what I want to do.  And listen, if things go 
any farther, it doesn't make you not a good girl any more.  I've had 
good girls before.  Good girls like naughty boys, and every now and 
then they get fucked by one.  You're just nervous because nothing like 
this has ever happened to you before."
"I sincerely want to make you comfortable, and I'm being honest with 
you because I want you to be able to trust me.  So if you really can't 
handle this going any farther tonight, I'm ok with that.  But I don't 
think that's the problem, and I've been in situations like this before 
so I know a bit better than you do.  You don't mind if from time to 
time I make another attempt at getting your pants off, do you?"
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," she heard herself saying.  She
blushed and looked him straight in the eyes.  "I feel completely
comfortable here with you."
"Ah, that's good," he smiled.  "That means we can go a little bit 
farther."  He moved behind her, kissed her neck, fondled her tits for 
a while, and then she felt one hand slowly move down her body and 
inside the front of her jeans.  She grabbed his wrist.  "No," she 
said, "we agreed."
"Your exact words, my dear, were that your pants would stay on," he
observed.  "Isn't that right?"  "Yes," she responded.  "And am I 
taking your pants off?" he asked.  "No," she replied.  "Then let go 
of my wrist."  She loosened her grip slightly, and felt him roughly 
shove his hand downward, a shock running through her body as he made 
contact with her clit.  She couldn't help but relax and enjoy the 
feeling as he continued rubbing her button.
"You shouldn't have left that loophole, or let me exploit it.  Now 
you've lost, and you're completely vulnerable and helpless.  That 
drives you crazy, doesn't it?  I have your clit beneath my fingers, 
and ..." now his fingers moved further down, exploring the edges of 
her fuckhole, "... and that means that this hole is mine, and I'm 
going to fuck it."  She trembled as she felt his fingers penetrate 
her.**
She desperately wanted to disagree, but she knew he was right.  He was 
going to get to fuck her.  Tonight, her body was his.
"Good girls like guys who are driven and successful, who know how to 
get what they want.  It's perfectly natural for you to be turned on by 
me.  I don't want you to feel bad about doing this.  But I'm very 
turned on by you right now, and when I get like that, what I want is 
what you've got between your legs, and we both understand that.  And 
I know you're going to let me do this, because you're more turned on 
now than you ever have been in your life, and this is going to be an 
amazing experience you are going to remember for a long, long time.  
Now watch how easily your jeans come off."
She looked down and watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, 
then slipped his fingers inside the sides of her panties.  She lifted 
her hips and let him slide them off.  He smiled.  "It's so hot when a 
girl surrenders her body and starts cooperating."
She looked down and remembered her untrimmed pubic hair, and got 
embarassed.  "It, it ... it's doesn't normally look like this."  He 
looked like he understood and smiled.  "Don't worry and don't 
apologize.  Your bra and panties didn't match either.  As much as I 
like a nice, cleanly shaved pussy, it's proof you never in your 
wildest dreams imagined something like this would happen tonight.  
"This," he said as he rubbed his hand over her mound, "is what good 
girl pussy looks like."  His hand moved downwards, and she moaned as 
she felt him bury two fingers deep inside her.  As they slid in and 
out, she opened her legs up and gave him full access to what was his.  
She felt him get one of his arms under her leg, and he pressed himself 
up against it, pressing it toward her and opening her up even further.
She felt his fingers slide out of her, and looked down to see him 
putting on a condom on his erect cock.  It was a bit bigger than what 
she was used to, but not huge.  A nice size.  Nervously, she waited, 
apprehensive about what was coming.  The anticipation was driving her 
crazy.  She couldn't wait to have him inside her.  She stretched out 
her arms and relaxed, amazed at how comfortable she was with him 
despite being completely exposed to him, her most intimate place about
to be surrendered to him.
She let out a gasp as she felt the tip of him make contact with her 
pussy.  She involuntarily arched her back and stretched her arms out 
as he slid it up and down her slit, the anticipation building as she 
waited for the moment she knew was coming.  Her involuntarily arched 
back had pushed her tits upward towards him, and they had obviously 
caught his attention.  His free hand moved up her body, and caressed 
it.  Electricity ran through her body as his finger found her nipple,
which had been neglected too long.  Distracted by the attention, she 
was surprised to feel his dick slowly slide into her, overwhelmed by 
the intense sensation of her vagina being opened up, stretched out, 
and filled **.  Soon, all the weight of the lower half of his body 
was resting on her sensitive pussy.  She looked up at him, but he 
wasn't looking at her he was watching the action.  She followed his 
eyes downward, and saw her legs spread wide, and his body pressed 
right up against her furry mound.  He had buried his dick in her up 
to the hilt in one long, slow stroke.  She felt so dirty, so 
vulnerable and exposed.  And it was driving her nuts.
He looked up, and she met his gaze and smiled.  He smiled back, and
lowered himself down to kiss her as he started thrusting in and out
of her.  She felt his hands slide along her arms, grab her wrists,
and pin them above her head.  She kissed him passionately, impaled
beneath him, enjoying his strong firm thrusts and the feeling
of being pinned beneath him.  It was nothing like being with either
of her other two lovers.  The first just climbed on top of her and
thrusted desperately until he came, which didn't take long, since he
was young.  It was wild and exciting, at first, but not particularly 
pleasureful.  She honestly didn't see what the big deal was, and
sometimes she was even bored.  
The second was sensitive to her needs and passionate, but had been a
virgin and was woefully inexperienced.  She enjoyed his efforts, and
they explored lots of interesting things and positions, but the
results were hit or miss.  But she enjoyed the close emotional
intimacy she experienced with him, and had begun to realize this sex
thing actually was pretty cool.
This experience, however, was completely different in every way.  She
felt close to him and comfortable, but in many ways he was still very
mysterious and she found that intensely erotic.  He had found her 
secret, private side that she had thought could only exist in her
fantasies, and brought it out into the open.  And her body ... she 
felt like a violin being played by a skilled musician.  It responded 
to him, and danced to his tune.
As she felt his body slamming up against her with an complex and
slowly varying rhythm, she was surprised to find an orgasm was 
building inside her despite the fact they had just started fucking.  
He was mostly doing her with long, hard strokes that slowly caused 
her arousal to build, but occasionally he'd mix in three short fast 
ones or a brief grind against her clit at the bottom that would catch 
her by surprise and drive her crazy.  
He pulled back and stroked her hair as he teased her.  "Aww, baby, are
you going to cum already?"  She was embarassed and didn't respond.  
"It's ok, your young cunt pulsing and giving me a lovely dick massage 
is my tight, wet reward for treating you right."
The dirtyness of it shocked her, but at the same time ... she found
herself taking a deep breath and closing her eyes ... and then her 
body gave him the reward he had earned.**
As she recovered, she looked up at him.  "You're good at this."
He smiled.  "I'm the kind of guy that takes great pride in everything
I do.  And everyone I do.  How many times do you usually orgasm during
sex?"
"Just once," she replied.  He smiled understandingly.  "And sometimes
not even once, right?"  She nodded.  Not sometimes, often was more 
like it.  But she stayed silent.
"I think you're in for a bit of a surprise," he said casually, but she
had no idea what he meant.
She relaxed and enjoyed her post-orgasmic bliss.  She loved the 
feeling of him inside of her, and turned her head to the side, and 
waited patiently for him to finish.
As if he knew what she was thinking, he gently turned her face back
towards him.  "Baby, I'm nowhere near ready to cum yet.  We still 
have a lot more fucking left to do."  She blinked in surprise, then 
took a quick breath and ... suddenly breathing was difficult again.  
Her heart was racing, and she could feel a warm glow building inside 
of her.  Was it really possible?
"You're going to cum again, aren't you?"  She just nodded.  "You know
most girls are capable of multiple orgasms."  She thought about it.
"I know but ... I never thought ... just not me."  He smiled.
"Studies have consistently shown that it's not about who you are, but
who you're with and how well you're being done.  Blame the guys you've
slept with.  Orgasms are an involuntary response to sustained arousal.
You came real fast the first time because you've been wet all night.
And now you're going to cum again because you love how I'm fucking you.
There's nothing you can do to stop it; in fact, that'll just make you
cum harder.  And right before you cum, I can whisper whatever I want
into your ear, and make you think about whatever I want while you're
cumming.  If I whisper "dirty little whore" into your ear, you'll cum
nice and hard while thiking about what a dirty little whore you are,
and the more you don't want to, the harder you'll cum."
"No, please," she begged.  "Don't make me do this."  She could feel the
orgasm quickly building inside her.  She fought desperately to fight it
off, but to no effect.  She tried to push him off, but his weight was
on her, and her arms still pinned down.  She felt him lean in close
to her ear, and she summoned all her strength, determined to hold out
just long enough to at least win a token victory**.  But what she heard
wasn't what she expected.
"You're an obedient little girl and you're going to cum because I told
you to."
The moment he finished, wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her
body.  She was doing what she was told, and it felt wonderful.  She was
reminded that she always had been a good little girl, and when she was
young she was taught to do the right thing, to obey authority, to make 
people happy.  And that was what she was doing right now.  Him inside
of her wasn't wrong, it was more perfect and right than anything she
had ever felt, and she was obediently cumming for him, enjoying the
orgasm he had chosen for her, and making him happy.
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"So how should guys treat good girls.  Is it ok to do whatever they can
to get her in bed?"
"Take her.  Fuck her.  If she gives it up, it's yours however you want
it.  Make her soaking wet and then pound the shit out of her slutty
little cunt."  It was far nastier than anything she had ever said in
her life, but she didn't care.  "I'm going to cum for you again.  I
hope you enjoy it.  I'm wrapped tight around your cock and I'm going
to ... uh ... oh ... I'm cumming.  I'm cumming.  Enjoy my body while
I cum for you."
As she struggled to regain her breath, another tiny orgasm ripped
through her.  She was panting for air, but he didn't let up.  She
tried to relax as another small one hit.
"They sort of start blending together at this point, don't they?"
She just nodded.  "It's so magical to watch.  I wish I could feel it."
"Please," she responded.  "Tell me what I can do to make you cum.  
I'll do anything.  Anything!  I need to make you cum."
"You're sweet," he smiled.  "Don't worry, I'm going to give you what
you want."  She felt him pull out of her.  "Get up and bend over.  
I'm going to take you hard and fast from behind."
She complied, and she moaned as she felt him enter her again.  "Now
I'm going to show you how sluts get fucked."  She felt her head snap
back, as he tugged on her hair.  Before, she had been being knocked
forward a bit on each thrust, lessening the impact.  Now, she was held
in place, and could hear the steady smack smack smack as his hips
slammed against her ass.
"What a lovely, firm ass you have."  He gave it a good, hard smack.
"Ow!" she yelped.  He gave her another.  With him behind her, she
knew she was helpless to stop him.  "See," he continued, "this is
how sluts get fucked.  You left your slutty little friend alone in
the bar, and she probably got drunk, and probably let some horny
guy bend her over and use her body as his entertainment for the
night.  And you know why she does it?  Because that's how she likes
it.  She hasn't figured out yet that good girls and nice guys can
still have nasty slutty sex.  Feel's good being fucked like a slut,
doesn't it?"
"Yes," she responded.  "Do anything you want to me."
"Put your wrists behind her back."  She complied, and he wrapped
his hand around them, holding them behind her back.  "Do you like
making me your slut?  Is it going to make you cum?  I'm your slut
now, I'll do anything to make you cum.  Spread me open, look at
my cunt hair.  This is good girl pussy, and it's all yours."**
She felt his hands leave her wrists, and spread her ass cheeks.  She
left her wrists behind her back.  "Oh god," he moaned as he looked
down, his breath ragged.  She almost jumped up when she felt a wet
finger exploring her asshole.  But to her surprise, she relaxed and
let him do it, enjoying it far more than she expected.  "This is a
good girl's asshole, I bet it's exit only, isn't it?"  "Yes," she
replied.  She felt him push the tip of his finger inside.  "Not any
more!" he chuckled.  The next moment, he was throwing her down on
her back on the couch and moving towards her, ripping the condom of
and stroking his dick with his hand.  She knew he was going to cum
on her.  As he moved up her body, it became obvious he was aiming for
her face.  "Such a cute, innocent face ... and I'm going to cum all
over it.  Oh god!"  Right as she looked up at him, she felt the first
squirt of warm cum, hit her cheek, followed quickly by another, and
another, and another.  She laughed.  "I hope you enjoyed that.  Now
can I have a towel?"
"Wipe it up with your finger, and swallow it," he said.  "Good girls
don't swallow, but I'm your slut now."  She looked him straight in
the eyes as she found all the cum she could and eagerly swallowed it.
"I know every girl has an inner slut, but 'Spread me open, look at my 
cunt hair, this is good girl pussy'?  Damn, girl, I'm glad I got to
meet your inner slut, I think I really like her."  He took her hand
and gently kissed it.  "It's been a pleasure to meet you.  Both of 
you."
She gently ran a hand through her pubic hair.  "Take a good look at
this, because tomorrow it's going to be gone.  I'm getting myself
waxed just for you.  I'll keep it bare from now on, so it will be
nice and sensitive and ready to use at any time."
He laughed.  "This is why I like smart girls.  They can figure out 
how to push your buttons."  She reached between her legs and spread
her lips.  "This is my button, baby, you can push it any time you
want."
He laughed again, put his arm around her, and kissed her passionately.
"I've got a wonderful world to show you."
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