Ate's Lesson

Kate's Lesson - moliere

At Rob's college, it was unbelievable how hard it was to get a date with a basketball player. They'd simply look at you like you were the lowest scum on the face of the earth. Okay, so they were the Division II women's champs--did that mean they had to treat the rest of the world like trash? Not necessarily.

Rob certainly didn't think so. Rob had his eye on Kate.

Kate was a little better than most. Kate at least would let people come over and visit. However, when it came to relationships, she strictly chose frat boys and rich kids over anyone else. Therefore, a geek kid like Rob certainly wouldn't attract her attention in any way. Rob was a computer science major, and fulfilled the stereotype: slightly overweight, cursed with acne on his back and shoulders, sporting glasses--nothing too attractive, though he'd had his share of girlfriends and had even managed to lose his virginity, even if he had to wait till college to do it. But still, he had his eye on Kate. She was the forbidden fruit, the body that tempted him but that he could never have. He was certain if he could just get close to her, she'd beg him to please her-- Rob had a little secret, and that was that he was well-hung.

Kate, in addition to being a basketball player, was also the star volleyball player, leading the team to a near-national victory. She was actually an inch taller than Rob at 6'1", with long curly hair, a beautiful round face, a body which was firm with wiry muscle. Her behind was smooth, curved, and would fit perfectly into the palm of your hand (or so Rob figured). Her breasts, while nothing to write home about, would go pleasantly into the other hand. Rob wasn't sure why Kate attracted him so, but she did. However, she turned him down every time he asked for a date. Slowly, Rob's determination built up, and he grew determined to have his way.

Tonight, he would.

Rob packed a knife into his left boot, and headed out across the campus from the traditional dorms to the athletes' apartments. It was a cool night, slightly windy, and the lack of people bolstered his confidence. Tonight would go just right. He arrived at the dorms, and knocked on Kate's door. Kate herself answered. Rob gasped a little. Kate was dressed in some incredibly sexy pajamas--clearly she hadn't intended to be opening the door, as shown by her skimpy silk tank top and shorts. The apartment was deserted--Rob had watched each of her roommates go home for the weekend. Silently, he thanked each one. "Hi, Rob," Kate said, her voice hiding that small bit of uncertainty at the back of her mind. 'Something's not right!' her thoughts screamed. Still, she stood aside as he walked in the door. "Hi, Kate," he said quietly. Taking a deep breath, Rob knelt down as though to fiddle with his shoe as Kate closed the door and walked into the adjacent living room. "So what brings you tonight?" Kate called from the other room.

"Well," said Rob, as he drew his knife and walked into the next room. "I've got something I'd like to give you." Kate gasped as she saw the knife. Rob strode confidently--'well, I'm in deep now, might as well finish', he thought--across to Kate, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and bringing the knife close to her neck. "Quite simple, Kate dearest. Tonight, since I'm the one with the knife and the camera, you're going to do what I want you to do. And you're not going to tell, or this camera will make it to the...proper authorities. I know you female athletes have ethics clauses..." One hand still holding the knife near her neck as Kate whimpered, Rob unzipped his backpack and brought out a camcorder. He sat it on a nearby table, and started recording, careful only to get shots of himself from the waist down.

"First things first," he said. "Let's see you get naked." And then, using the knife, he snapped both straps of the tank top and cut all the way down one leg of the shorts. As her clothing fell to the ground, he glanced down and instead of seeing panties, saw Kate's blondish-brown bush. Rob laughed. "No panties. Just like one of you jocksluts." He brought the knife back up to her neck, while pushing down on her shoulder with the other hand. "On your knees, bitch." Kate, to her credit, had yet to start crying, despite the situation she was in.

That changed, however, once Rob started giving more orders. "Unbutton my pants, Kate." She unbuttoned his jeans, and he saw her lip start to tremble a bit. 'She knows what she's in for,' he thought. "Now unzip them. Hurry up." She unzipped his pants, her hands trembling, and they fell to the ground. "That's good. I knew you'd know your way around a crotch. Now my boxers." She quickly pulled down his boxers, apparently determined to get this over with, and gasped when Rob's 8-inch fully erect cock sprung from its holding place.

Rob smiled down wickedly at her. "Surprised a 'geek' could have such a big cock, slut?" He held the knife next to her neck. "You like how it looks, don't you?" She barely nodded, trying not to cut her own neck. "You know what I want you to do?" She nodded again. "Well, you're close to right," Rob said. "Just open your mouth and keep those teeth back. I'm going to fuck your face. And if you bite..." He slid the knife across her neck, a hair's width away from actually drawing blood. She whimpered. "I won't bite," she said, "I won't..."

"Good," Rob said in a low voice, and he began to guide his cock towards her mouth. Kate obligingly opened her lips, spreading them into a round O, and Rob sighed as he slid his throbbing shaft into the warm, silky wetness beyond. Kate had curled her lips back over her teeth, so there was no danger of scraping as he curled his hand into the back of Kate's curly hair and began to shove his cock in and out of her mouth. She gagged a few times, but kept at it admirably.

To his surprise, he felt her sucking back, actually working with him to get him off. "You do know your way around a cock, don't you, you dirty athle-whore?" She just looked up at him, her eyes full of tears and her mouth full of cock. Rob responded by holding her head in place and thrusting even faster. Now Kate moved back a little bit, turning her neck in line with her mouth so that she could deep throat him. Rob groaned when he felt all of his cock go into her mouth--she had a big mouth--and, uncontrollably, he felt himself prepare to cum.

"Here we go, bitch--swallow the cummmmm......" He grabbed her hair, held her head so that his cock was buried in her mouth, and spurted load after heavy load of cum directly down Kate's throat. Tears went down each cheek as she was forced to swallow each salty drop of her assailant's jism.

Finally, Rob pulled his cock out of Kate's mouth. Kate gasped for air, then looked up in horror at the same time Rob looked down--and noticed Rob was already re-hardening. "Get up, bitch, I've got another idea." Rob used his free hand and the knife to position Kate so she was facing the camera. "Now bend over. Put your hands on the table. Do it!" Kate bent over in front of the table, steadying herself, and felt hands pushing her legs apart.

Brushing the tip of his cock against Kate's swollen pussy lips, he laughed. "You're dripping! Did you /want/ me to cum in your mouth? Or do you just want my cock in your cunt? Well, here's your wish come true..." And with that, he plunged his eight inches straight into her warm love hole without even waiting for an answer.

Kate cried out. Her body was betraying her; she felt the first tingle of arousal as Rob's cock plunged in and out of her. Helpless to do anything else, she actually arched her back to allow him better access to her dripping pussy. Rob noticed this, and groaned--to which Kate groaned back! Rob pounded his cock in and out of Kate, burying himself in her to the hilt and feeling her buck each time. "Oh God," she screamed, "You're going to make me come, you motherfucker..." And then he did. Rob felt Kate's pussy walls contract and squeeze against his cock, and as she screamed with her own body-rocking orgasm, Rob felt his own cum spurt out inside Kate. He realized too late that he didn't have a condom on, but shrugged it off. "It's not like she'll tell..." As Rob reached over the now-relaxed Kate to get his camcorder and shut it off, Kate slumped to the floor.

She beckoned to him. He leaned closer, knife at the ready. "Rob," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Do...that...some other time. No one's ever made me feel like a dirty little slut before. I think I like it."

Rob just smiled to himself and left.