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Good Girl (was Take It Slow) (Mf)

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.

    --------------------- Updated 12/29/2007 ------------------------------

    "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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