During my first term at college, Naomi Kurtz was my fuck-of-the-month. Actually, the fuck of several months. A spoiled, girlie brat in designer labels, Naomi was allergic to studying and hard work. But she had the face and body of a straight A pole dancer, so I wrote papers for her and let her take the credit.

Naomi had an idiot BF named Kyle. He called her Princess and she acted like one. His boy band good looks and unlimited cash from Daddy didn't make creepy Kyle any less moronic than he already was. We met regularly. Occasionally he called me Professor, other times it was just fella. He'd pistol his finger and thumb at me, wink, and say, “Score a girlfriend, right, fella.”

I didn't want just gratitude from the highly fuckable Naomi. I wanted her impaled on my cock and loving it. I wanted her squealing for me to fuck her brainless. I wanted her cumming like she hadn't been fucked properly for a year.

One Sunday afternoon in my room she pleaded for my help with an assignment. I didn't take much notice. So she sweetened the deal by decorating my floor with her wispy designer underwear, before sliding her shapely ass into my bed. It was then I took some notice.

Between the sheets, beautiful girls aren't always as good as they look. Too much attention makes them vain and lazy. They just don't have to try very hard.

Naomi had spectacular breasts with nipples like locker room clothes' pegs. I told her so.

“Kyle says that too,” she simpered. “Except he says I've got great tits.”

Smooth talking Kyle, hey.

So I lied to her, “They keep me awake at night," I rolled her nipples, big and hard, between my finger and thumb.

“Ooh, really?” she breathed, “Tell me more.”

“They drive me crazy,” I said, not altogether truthfully. “Totally, absolutely crazy.” She giggled and wriggled her shoulders.

“Go on,” she whispered, “Tell me more.”

Flattery does work, believe me.

“Arch your back,” I murmured, “ Like you want me to suck you.”

She did as she was told and giggled again, “You can if you like, but don't tickle.”

I did like. And after a moment or two, so did she.

She breathed hard through her nose.

I clasped her fingers with mine and sucked them until they were wet.

“Follow me,” I said, guiding her hand down and down until we could both feel her clit.

At first she said, “I can't, not with you...”

Then she said, “You mustn't look.”

And finally she said, “Mmmmm, Ooohh,” and I heard slippery fingers busy between her thighs. I watched her eyes close and her hips buck. She got the idea.

I hauled myself up so my cock was in her face. “Eat me,” I said.

She said, “I don't want you to … you know.”

“No, I won't,” I said, “I promise.”

“Kyle tries to, you know, in my mouth,” she said.

“I won't,” I said, sliding fingers in her hair.

“Promise?” she breathed.

“Promise,” I said.

She licked the sensitive underside of my cock from balls to the tip.

I thought, wish you were here, Kyle, buddy.

I told her she was killing me; which was only half true. Then she took my cock deep into her mouth and I groaned again. She was doing good.

When she looked up, her eyelids drooped and hair stuck to the saliva glistening on her face. “I like doing that,” she whispered.

So I went down on her in a rush, pushing the tip of my tongue along her clit. “Tell me about it,” I murmured.

“You're licking me,” she panted.

“Tell me more,” I said.

She moaned, “You're licking my clit.”

“And,” I said.

“Don't stop,” she purred, “I love it.”

Her clit was a hard, tight ridge under my tongue. Her head thrashed from side to side.

“Jeezus that's good,” she hissed, “I fuckin' love it.”

I lifted her ass with both hands. Between the cheeks she tasted of shower gel. I tongued the tight little bud of her asshole.

“Oh that's so bad,” she whispered, “So bad. I can't...”

“Yes you can,” I said. My tongue moved lazily in circles.

Her fingers clawed at me, clutching my hair. She rocked her hips so I pushed my tongue deeper and she moaned.

“You're so terrible,” she whispered, “Don't stop.”

I told her she was a bad little girl and she gave a shuddering sigh.

“Do you wanna be fucked?” I asked.

“Oh yes please,” she breathed.

“Convince me,” I said.

“Fuck me,” she panted, “Nail me.”

Better and better, I thought.

I bent forward. My cock brushed against her clit. I moved my hips.

“Aahhh God,” she shivered, “Put it in me.”

I slithered the tip along her clit. “Now. I want it now. Now,” she moaned.

Spoiled brat, I thought.

Her hips pushed up at me. They writhed, urgently and frantically. “Please don't make me wait,” she sobbed.

She squealed when she felt the tip of my cock. I wanted to hear that sound. I whispered did she want all of it, and she yelled, “Oh God. God yes, oh yes.”

So I fucked her senseless. She clutched at me, clawing, moaning, writhing and biting.

She came quickly, gasping and shuddering, screaming for me not to stop.

I flipped her onto hands and knees and she came twice more. She yelled and shrieked at my thumb deep in her asshole. My fingers flew over her clit.

“Anything. Do it. Break your promise,” she panted.

So I flipped her onto her back and spurted cum on her tits an down her throat.

“Now you can fuck my ass,” she purred.