Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2005 17:30:17 -0800 (PST) From: I Am Subject: Rodney Part 4 The author copyrights this story, waiving such copyright to the website it is submitted to for posting. Please do not post this story or any portions of this story without my consent. I earn my daily bread doing freelance writing and special requests. Freely posting some of my stuff is my way of relaxing and giving back to the community of horny, depraved, lonely people like myself. And sometimes a story needs to be written just to get it out of my head. Enjoy the story if it is legal to do so in your community. The Internet reaches many different places so it is up to you to acquaint yourself with the local laws and customs regarding material of this nature. Do not read the following if you feel it might offend or upset you in any way. Sexual acts between an older guy and a teenager and (later) his sister are written about in this story. They are the product of my over-active, dark fevered imagination with no resemblance to any prior experience or people I have encountered (much to my dismay) in the past. Polite but graphic compliments and constructive criticism is always welcome at the following e-mail address: words_begotten@yahoo.com I would be honored if you would share your uh, err, reactions to the story with me. I was working in my study, to keep me from glancing at the clock every three minutes, when Rodney presented himself to me. Glancing up at the clock I saw it was three minutes past four. Finally it was time for me to indulge in another fantasy. Earlier, while watching Rodney and his friend kick the ball around, I had furtively jacked off while imagining Rodney squirming under each of the blows to his pretty butt. I knew I would never have managed to complete the spanking without some prior release. Little did Rodney know I had some pre-spanking release planned for him. Alison was not due back from her cheerleading practice until 5:30. For the next ninety minutes I would be able to enjoy the delights of young Rodney. "You are on time but didn't I tell you how you were to be dressed when you appeared before me?" I asked. "Yes, sir, you told me at breakfast." "And what did I tell you?" "You said I was to present my pretty butt to you butt naked." "Then why are you wearing those clothes?" "If I had taken the time to get changed I would have been late for our appointment. Either way I would have earned myself a spanking. Would it have been a shorter spanking if I had been two minutes late?" "Yes" "I'll remember this if there is a next time," he said quite calmly and then winked. I was walking around the desk towards him when he winked and I chuckled. Reaching out I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. I knelt down to remove his sneakers and socks and tight shorts. This took me a lot less time than his two minutes. Rodney was taken a little by surprise as I grabbed hold of his erection and drew it into my hungry mouth. Then I was grasping a cheek in each hand as I began to suck without any finesse or time wasting. Rodney must have been indulging in thoughts of what lay ahead for me while kicking the ball around because he drove into me with full thrusts. I was happy to provide him with the release he was so desperately seeking. I kept my attention focused on the head of his throbbing cock. Relishing the taste of his pre-cum I worked my tongue in small, tantalizing circles over the sensitive flesh. Before long he arched backwards, in a futile attempt to thrust himself deeper into me, and jettisoned long, thick strands of sweet cum into my mouth. I let the cum pool on my tongue for a little while before tilting my head back to let it slide down my throat. Rodney watched me as I slowly swallowed his cum. "You really like the taste of my cum, don't you?" he asked. "Yes, I really do. I wish I could have you more often but until I find a way around your sister I will have to wait for my breakfast treat," I replied. "If you figure out a way I would be happy to feed you my cock whenever you want. I don't see how we can get together with her around." "Well, I have a few plans. We will have to be patient. Speaking of your sister let's get up to your room or she will be walking in on your spanking." "Spankings," Rodney corrected me. "I need both of them to compare. Turning him around I slapped his pretty butt and ordered him to lead the way upstairs. He sauntered along to allow me the opportunity to hurry him on with a few more light swats. Finally I just picked him up over my shoulder and carried him to his room. He returned the favor by swatting me on the butt as I carried him up the stairs. I placed him in the corner while I stripped out of my sweat pants and shirt. Then, as naked as Rodney, I called him over. He stood to my right, as I had instructed him before school. I grabbed his left wrist and gently drew him down over my knees. On the bed directly in front of him lay a wooden hairbrush. First it was time for a little warm up before the brush got applied. The sweet, tight, unblemished little cheeks quivered as my hand roamed lightly across their surface. I admired their beauty for a minute or two before quickly delivering the first blow dead center. Just because it was a warm up swat did not mean it didn't sting. Rodney gasped and let out a small yelp. After the first half dozen smacks he was really wriggling around. Feeling how quickly he had regained his erection I knew it was not all pain he was experiencing. "Where you focus your attention is your business," I said. "You can focus on the sting in your cute ass or look for the pleasure that is causing your cock to harden". After the twelfth swat landed I gently ran my hand over the now rosy cheeks of his sweet butt. I had paused to reach for the hairbrush and to rearrange my throbbing cock into a more comfortable position. I loved the power he had given to me. I loved knowing he had willingly, even eagerly, presented his ass to slake another of my sexual thirsts. Still I had not expected to get turned on by the obvious discomfort that was accompanying his inadvertent arousal. Rodney had entered a space where each blow that landed sent a fiery sting rippling across the surface of his butt. This was followed by another rush of feeling that seemed to run directly to his cock and balls. Despite unloading a few minutes ago Rodney was becoming concerned he would not make it through the spanking without cumming a second time. The friction of his cock rubbing against the strong thigh muscle was leaving him stuck between crying out in pain or crying out in pleasure. He wanted to reach down and stroke himself. He wanted - needed - to cum. Before he could even attempt to reach down he felt an unmistakable tingling in his groin. The rush of hot cum onto my thigh caught me by surprise. I had just laid aside the hairbrush, after twenty-four solid smacks, and began the final twelve of the cool down portion when I felt the warm, sticky cum start to spread across my leg. Knowing this would embarrass Rodney even more gave me another rush. His squirming had subsided a little until it was now purely an attempt to escape the fire lighting up his ass. Reaching under the bed I retrieved the lube I had placed there earlier this afternoon. Rodney lay motionless, apart from his heaving chest, as he was thoroughly lubed up in preparation for his second spanking. I did not bother to wipe his cum off my thigh before driving myself smoothly into his tight ass. Oh god, he was so hot, tight and willing I almost came on my second thrust. Plunging deeply into him as I held his hips firmly, I groaned in sheer delight. Rodney was experiencing a cock up his ass for just the second time in his sweet life. Mine was the only cock his ass had milked. He had learned quickly how to clench down onto my invading cock and soon I could resist no more. Driving as deep as I could I held myself buried to the hilt as I fired off several long reams of cum into his hungry bowels. I swear his ass was as thirsty for my cum as my mouth was for his. While my cries of pleasure mingled with those of Rodney, unknown to either of us, a third voice was joining in. Out in the hallway a naked Alison was writhing in ecstasy with her hand buried in her pussy and an eye glued to the keyhole. Her cheerleader outfit lay to the side of the doorway. Slowly she came down from the most intense sexual experience she had even enjoyed. Thank god I had the good sense to keep quiet when I opened the front door, she thought.