Peterson'd - part three beatened

I replayed the stranger fucking me in Mr. Peterson's car over and over. I found it more arousing each time while masturbating. I found myself riding my bike by his house too scared to knock on his door but hopeful he would see me and invite me in. I did this for a week and then a second week. I was beginning to fear he no longer wanted me.

Then one day, it was raining hard. I shouldn't of been on my bike riding as the lightning flashed and thunder boomed. I was soaked wearing my short cut off jeans and a T-shirt. Mr. Peterson was standing in his doorway. He held his screen door opened and motioned me to come in. I was excited and scared. I shook from the cold rain and nervousness. I left my bike on the side of his garage. I walked up on his front porch.

Mr. Peterson told me to leave my clothes outside as he threw me a small towel. I dried myself and stood while he sat down on his couch rubbing his crotch. He asked me what I was doing here. I was too scared to answer and couldn't look at him in the eye. I was shaking even though I had dried off. I covered myself as my cock got hard. Mr. Peterson looked away and turned on the TV totally ignoring the young boy, naked, and afraid in his living room. I stood there silently.

He asked me again in a stern voice. It made me cry. When he looked up and saw this he looked more upset. Then he ordered me to get over. I walked with my head down slowly. He leaned forward and took hold of my arm. With a sharp jerk he pulled me down over his knees. His hairy thick legs warmed me. I relaxed a little while he began rubbing my pale tight ass. He rubbed my ass with his strong hand. Then he probed my ass with his pinky. My body jerked hard as he was extremely forceful. He jammed it up me again, harder. I jerked and cried out. Tears started to flow and yet i stayed on his lap. He took his finger out and gently patted my pale behind.

I relaxed as he just had his hand over my ass. His one hand warmed my tiny buns. I felt his cock harden under his shorts. I calmed. Mr. Peterson sensing this did something unexpectedly. ...he raised his hand and with extreme force spanked my ass!! I cried out, the pain hadn't hit me yet. I started crying as he struck me again and again. I tried to reach back to block and to sooth my swollen red ass cheeks but he blocked me. Mr. Peterson told me if I did that again he would break my arm. He said it so calmly that it frightened me to death. I did my best. My arms and legs flailed as he spanked me over and over.

When my pale white ass had turned to a dark reddish purple. He stopped. Mr. Peterson had me stand up and look at my swollen ass in the mirror. I gently touched it and pulled back quickly from the pain. I couldn't stop crying but my whimpering had ceased. Mr. Peterson told me to sit down in the wooden rocking chair by the side of the TV. I tried. Mr. Peterson enjoyed watching me exert myself as there was no way to sit. He seemed pleased with his work. It hurt even lowering myself with all my weight on my arms resting in the chair. Mr. Peterson unzipped himself. His thick hairy cock sprung out as he began rubbing. My tiny cock was aroused still. He looked at me hungrily.

I watched Mr. Peterson jerk himself as I situated my sore swollen ass in the hard wooden rocking chair. He motioned me over. I was happy to not be sitting. I walked gingerly over to him and got on my knees between his legs. Mr. Peterson held my head down as I choked on his thick tip going into my mouth. Fresh tears streamed down my face over the dried ones. I tried to place my hands on his legs to brace my head but was ordered not to touch him. Mr. Peterson held me down as I sucked. I gagged and coughed nastily. .which Mr. Peterson gave me relief. He saw the struggle in my face as I choked breathing. Then he placed his hand onto my head. He took hold of my blonde hair and forced himself deeper into my throat. The more nervous I was the worse it felt. I was going to black out as I slurped on Mr. Peterson's cock. He told me it would be easier if I relaxed. I tried but it was too difficult. Then he exploded! He held me down as I coughed and jerked. I touched Mr. Peterson with my hands and punched me in the side of my head. I felt woozy choking down his semen and then loosing consciousness.

I awoke some time later. Laying on my side. My face was in a slurry of vomit and cum. I was still naked. My body was rocking back and forth. My eyes hadn't focused yet but one of my legs was being held up. I felt something going up into my ass and the body heat radiating from another person. I looked back. There was this lanky man fucking me. He was breathing hard as he pumped me from behind vigorously. A flood of pain surged through me from my ass hole to my brain. I let out a horrific cry. It echoed throughout Mr. Peterson's house. Mr. Peterson who was filming me told me to keep my fucking mouth shut. He roared! The pain radiated from inside my backside was incredible. I bit down hard on my wrist and groaned loudly. The man finished inside me. I had never been more thankful. He pulled out after three good injections and got dressed quickly and left.

Mr. Peterson had me clean his carpet. I could barely move with my whole body aching. Mr. Peterson had me take a few drags from his joint which made me feel even more woozy but it did help with the pain.

It was very late in the day so I made a call home telling them, I wrecked my bike and Mr. Peterson had found me. Mr. Peterson spoke too my folks on the phone naked. He had me suck on his semi hard cock while he talked casually to them. He didn't have to tell me to keep it secret as he drove me home. I limped into my house with visibly knot on the side of my head. My ass was in so much pain. I slept most of the next day. I had wrapped towels my waist under my sheets to absorb the oozing from my hole.

Once again, I replayed what I could recall. Each time more erotic than the last. I couldn't wait to see Mr. Peterson again!