As she walked into school, Teresa knew everything was going to be different. Pat would definitely talk to her more now and she'll start to fit in with the rest of the jocks. Life was good.

Teresa almost had a hop in her step as she walked to each class. She sat through class but couldn't pay attention because Pat was on her mind the whole time.

Her class with Pat came and she sat where she always sat, diagonally from him. He wouldn't look at her.

"Hey Pat," she said to catch his attention. Leaning in closer to him, he knew a line was going to flow out of her mouth. "Let's play Pearl Harbor. You can be Hawaii, I'll be Japan and I'll blow the fuck out of you."

"Let's not," Pat replied. He didn't blush. He broke eye contact with her and worked on his assignment. The rest of the class was very awkward for Teresa. Why did Pat change?

The bell rang and they both gathered their belongings and left. Teresa saw Pat in the hallway on the way to her next class and noticed he seemed fine. He was laughing and carrying on with his jock buddies. Teresa rolled her eyes and went to class.

This class was not unlike the others in the sense that she could not focus. 'Did I do it wrong? Is this a punishment? Did he use me? What did I do?' Were some of the questions pounding at her. Senior year now sucked. She asked the teacher if she could use the restroom and he excused her.

It just so happened that Pat was on his way to the office when Teresa was on her way to the facilities. She wasn't going to let him worry her after this.

"Pat!" She called out to him. He stopped and looked at her.

"Yes?" He asked.

"What's wrong? Why are you being such a douche to me?"

notice?" There was a short pause. "How about I make it up to you? How about you come to my house at four tonight?"

A little tug hit Teresa in the chest. She liked him, no matter how big of a douche he was.

"Sure, I'll be there," she responded and the two walked away. She went to the bathroom and headed back to class.

"Feeling better?" The teacher asked.

"Much," she replied as she heard some giggles come out from the back of the room. Her face turned bright pink and she quickly took her seat.

The end of class approached and she was thankful she only had one class left.

The last class ended as quickly as it had begun and now it was a little after three. Teresa's heart raced as she went to her locker. She saw Pat but he didn't acknowledge her, he just laughed and carried on with his jock buddies.

Teresa walked out the doors of the school and got into her car. She was waiting on the busses to exit when she saw Pat walk out of the building with Maddie Cumberdale. They were holding hands and before she got into her Range Rover, they shared a kiss. Pat didn't seem to make a big deal about it but she gave him a smile and a wink before she shut the door.

Teresa could feel the tears build up in her eyes and she wanted to cry. She knew she couldn't ever compare to Maddie. Maddie was 5'2" and maybe 110 pounds sopping wet. Her long blonde hair flowed to right above her remarkable ass. Her legs were long and slender for a short girl. Her hips were narrow, her stomach small. Her breasts? Don't get me started. She had one of the biggest racks in school, some say it was paid for. Her neck was sexy, her face was sexy, everything about her was sexy. Everytime Maddie was in the halls, it seemd like everyone stopped what they were doing to look at her.

The line of cars moved and Teresa swung out of line when she saw her friend, Brittany, coming out of the school. She parked her car next to Britanny's and Brittany looked over to see a frustrated Teresa.

Teresa hopped out of the car almost crying. Brittany hugged her.

"Teresa, what's wrong?" Brittany aksed.

"What's the deal with Pat and Maddie?"

"Umm, weird. I guess they've been going out for a couple of weeks now. Why do you care?"

A tear dribbled down Teresa's cheek. As she promptly wiped it up, Brittany made eye contact.

"You can't tell me you like Pat, he's a jock! They're pompous bastards! You can do so much better!" Brittany yelled at her.

A meek, "you don't understand" was all Teresa could mutter as she turned around and got into her car. She left a fine mark of rubber on the pavement as she squalled her tires leaving.

Teresa couldn't believe it. A couple of weeks? It wasn't a couple of weeks since she was at his house getting finger banged by him, Pat, the most gorgeous boy in school, the one who has a girlfriend, the one that's too good for her.

She looked down at her speedometer. She was going 80 in a 55. She slammed on her brakes. Up the road there was a state trooper, even on bad days she could still be lucky somehow. She pulled off on a sideroad.

She parked her car on the side and ran to the ditch. She vomitted as she thought about Pat and Maddie. Pat used Teresa. She just had to find a way to get even. She looked at her watch, it was 3:35. There was enough time if she hurried.

Teresa climbed into her car and raced towards her house. She got there in less than five minutes. She ran to the computer and posted an ad online.

"Hunky, sexy male seeks black dong for first time," was her post.

Surprisingly, she had gotten two replies. The first was a man by the name of Charles. He was 6'1" and 215 pounds, he was very muscular and he said he had a dong of nine inches. The second was a man by the name of Dante. Dante was 5'9" and 189 pounds. He was muscular, but not as much as Charles.

With the right words, she somehow got both of them to agree to go to Pat's house at 4:15. She gave them the address and headed off to Pat's place.

As she was driving, Teresa couldn't stop smiling. revenge is sweet.

She pulled into his driveway at exactly four o'clock. Pat greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm sorry for being a dick lately," he stated.

"It's okay Pat."

They walked inside.

"Hey Pat, do you have any rope?" She asked with a little gleam in her eye.

"There should be some in the garage, why?" He asked.

"Because I can get a little freaky and I want you to control yourself, don't need it getting out of hand," she winked at him. She could see the front of his pants move a little and he swallowed hard.

"Oh, okay," he replied as he went to the garage. When he came back, he found his bedroom door open with Teresa sitting on his bed wearing only a sexy matching lace bra and panty set. He swallowed hard again but he couldn't control his hard-on that she had given him.

"Take off your clothes," she instructed him. He followed her orders and stripped down until he was standing naked in front of her.

"Lay on the bed," she said as she took the rope from his hands. She tied all of his limbs to his bedposts. When she was sure he couldn't move she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his head to ensure he could breath but couldn't see.

"What are you doing," he asked Teresa.

"Oh, be right back," she told Pat.

She left the room with no intentions of coming back. It was 4:13. She had to get out of there.

As she left the house, a red Chrysler 200 pulled up. She made eye contact with the driver. He didn't look tat tall, it must have been Dante. She smiled and left. He parked his car and went into the house.

Down the road, she met another car, a black Chevy Trailblazer. The man driving was a black man as she noted from his muscular arm hanging out of the driver's window. She smiled all the way home.

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"Teresa, is that you?" Pat asked as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. The footsteps came closer until they stopped right beside him.

"Who the hell is Teresa?" Dante asked, running a hand up Pat's leg. Pat freaked out and tried to kick but he couldn't, the ropes were holding up too well.

"Get the fuck off me!" Pat yelled at the man.

"Get on you? Okay," Dante grabbed Pat's dick and squeezed a little harder than pleasurable.

"Stop!" Pat screamed.

"Man, shut the fuck up!" Another man's voice was heard coming in the front door. It was Charles.

Pat tried to break free but he couldn't.

"You move, you die, bitch," Charles told Pat. Pat stayed still. Dante removed the rope and flipped Pat on his stomach and retied Pat to the posts.

said Dante, "it'll only hurt for a little bit," as he spread Pat's asscheeks apart. Charles reached under Pat and grabbed his dick.

Pat cried to himself as the two men were controlling him. On about his twentieth sob, he felt something long and hard enter his ass. Dante did not take it easy on him. He fucked Pat in the ass with long, deep, hard strokes. Pat cried out but Charles slapped him in the back of the head to shut him up.

Dante finished inside Pat's ass and pulled out, leaving a trail that he then wiped on Pat's back. Charles mounted Pat and rode him like he was breaking a wild stallion.

Pat cried and screamed. Dante jerked Pat's head to the right and told him to open up. Pat refused.

"Open your damn mouth! If you bite I swear you won't live to see tomorrow or wish you won't see tomorrow, pick your poison," Dante told Pat. Pat opened his mouth with tears streaming down his face.

Dante shoved his huge cock down Pat's throat. Pat was choking and couldn't breathe, but that didn't stop Dante. Charles seemed to think it was hot and he sped up his pace as well.

Pat tried to scream but the vibrations of his struggle only made Dante cum faster, down Pat's throat and into his mouth as he pulled out.

"Swallow it, bitch," Dante told Pat. Pat swallowed it all.

Dante and Charles got dressed and left shortly after, leaving Pat still tied to the bed with cum all over his back and dripping from his ass. They left.

Driving down the road, Dante saw a Range Rover coming at him with a sexy little blonde driving. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw her pull into the driveway he just came out of.

story by: itsasecrethaha

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