Laura looked great getting out of her BMW... tall and cool and elegant. Her very expensive hairstyle fell in calculatedly casual looking curls to her shoulders. The golden blonde streaks she'd just had done set off her natural dark brunette hair very nicely. She was made up beautifully to look like she wasn't made up at all, but after nearly seven years dating her and nine more years fucking her, I could tell at a glance the difference between Laura's bare face and her 'invisibly made up' face. She had her most expensive jewelry on, all stuff her husband Don had given her... diamond chip earrings in subdued gold settings, a classy gold chain studded with more small diamond chips around her neck, hanging down just far enough to call attention to the hint of cleavage in the unbuttoned triangle of flesh at the top of her shimmering green silk blouse. All of it designed to complement the expensive pair of diamonds in her paired engagement and wedding rings, of course.

Below was a darker green, softer silk skirt of a length you could call a mini... it ended a good few inches north of the knee... but since Laura has long, slim legs (back when she was 15, you might have called them 'coltish', but now that she was an old married lady and mom of 32, they were just 'slender') there was enough material there that it didn't look slutty on her, just good. In addition to the six hundred dollar blouse and the seven hundred and fifty dollar skirt and the unknown thousands of dollars in gold and diamonds, Laura was wearing dark hose and light tan leather sandals with criss crossing calf straps halfway to her knees again that even I could tell had to be expensive.

She sighed when I whistled at her as she came up my front walk, but I knew she was pleased. I took a few snaps of her with my digital camera, and she smiled and posed for me for a few seconds on my front porch, as I asked her to. It was a normal routine for us, on these visits; I have thousands of pics of Laura, evolving from scanned Polaroids back when we first started dating up through several generations of increasingly less fuzzy digital cameras.

Nonetheless, after our hello kiss, in which she dutifully allowed my tongue into her mouth and played with it for a few seconds with hers, then slipped hers into my mouth to let me nibble on it for a few more seconds, she pushed by me into my living room and said, reproachfully, "This outfit isn't for you, Graham. If I don't make a good impression on Don's prick of a boss tonight, he can forget about getting the Three Lakes office park assignment, and if he doesn't get that..."

"He won't make partner next year," I said, closing my door. "Nice to see you, too. You look lovely. You're early. I don't suppose it's because you just couldn't wait to see me?" I turned to her, smiling.

She was unbuttoning her blouse, very carefully. As I turned, she undid the last button and slid it off, shaking it out just as carefully, folding it precisely, and laying it along the back of my couch. Her front clasping bra, snuggly enclosing two small but sexy 34B boobs, was also green silk, and looked lovely. I sighed to myself; when I'd started dating Laura, she was a 14 year old high school sophomore and I was a 23 year old grad student. She was too tall for any of the boys in her school to be interested in her (they called her 'stork', kids are such mean little pricks), her family had no money, and back then, the idea of a matching bra and panties set would have seemed like undreamed of luxury to her, much less having enough of them that she could color coordinate them with her outerwear.

Laura rolled her eyes at me and unzipped her skirt. "I had to go by Trader Vic's for some of the caviar Don's boss likes," she said. "I thought it would take longer." She stepped out of the skirt carefully and folded it just as precisely, then lay it down next to the blouse. "Anyway, sometimes you've been known to take a little while to cum, Graham, and I don't want you crying to me when I drive you home tonight that I haven't paid you yet."

I had to grin at that. I snapped a couple of shots of her in the lingerie. "Maybe you're losing your touch," I said, putting the camera down carefully on its pedestal and making sure it was pointed towards the two of us, then moving over to her and running my hands up and down her naked torso, gently, enjoying the smooth feel of her. Laura takes very good care of her skin. "Seems like I used to go off in you in ten seconds flat."

She grinned, if reluctantly, and arched her back as I stroked her, and sighed, this time in pleasure. "Yeah, well, I was jailbait back then," she murmured as I leaned in to kiss her neck. "You always did like... mmm dammit, Graham, you leave a mark and I'll kill you," she moaned as I nibbled a little.

The camera flashed then, taking the first pic on its perpetual fifteen second automatic cycle, but we'd both learned to ignore it. Laura knew I loved to look at pics of her, and her and I together, and no longer protested; she knew she could trust me. In almost twenty years... eighteen, in fact... none of my pics of Laura has ever turned up anywhere but on my computer. (Although if some of them had, they would have shocked any number of people.)

"I used to still cum quickly after you turned 18," I said, letting my fingers spider walk around and up to her bra clasp, and easing it open. The camera flashed again at that moment; I have a pretty good innate sense of timing. I kissed down over the slight slope of her small breast and took one dark nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. She groaned and sank her long fingers into my hair.

"Yess," she hissed, "well, I don't think it's me, dear, 'cuz I know you're still into this cheating soccer mom shit, you perv... I think you're just getting older."

"Won't argue with that," I said, and nibbled and sucked at her nipple while I slid her expensive silk panties down her long legs. Laura moaned in her throat and bent her legs, one at a time, to let me get them off her. "But Jay is still too young to play soccer, isn't he?"

The camera flashed again as I slipped my middle finger up inside her damp cunt. My thumb found her clit, a very very familiar movement for me, after 18 years of fucking Laura.

"Noo," she sighed, her voice a little breathless as I nursed at her nipple and fingered her rapidly moistening pussy, "he started this spring... he likes it... it's a mini league for 6 through 8 year olds... goddam, Graham, how do you know how to get right to the right spots..."

The camera flashed and clicked, flashed and clicked...

I chuckled as I kissed up her chest and neck again. "You've been my favorite toy since you were 14, Laura," I told her. "I know my way around the territory now."

"Gawd," she said, "I am such a bitch..." I cut off the rest of her usual 'I'm horrible, cheating on my husband, you promised we'd stop doing this when Don and I actually got married' by covering her mouth with mine and sliding my tongue in between her parted lips. Laura's first kiss when I see her is always reluctant, but by our second, she's usually pretty hot for me. Don is everything Laura, and a lot of other women, want... he lucked into a great entry level position at a very successful architecture firm right out of school, made the right moves, and he can produce anything a girl with an eye for a good provider could want... except a whole lot of sex, because Don has a very low libido, and even when he does want to fuck, he never wants to do it in a very adventurous fashion.

Not that Laura is particularly sexually adventurous. In the seven years we dated, three of it openly, the sex was really only great when it was forbidden. Laura likes to fuck, mind you, and she'll suck a cock if you ask her nicely, but she's just not that kinky and never has been. Nonetheless, she does indeed like to fuck and is never going to be happy with a guy who wants to screw maybe once every sixty days, and gets annoyed if his wife wants to be on top.

So now she kissed me back, moaning into my mouth, her hands going to the buckle of my belt and undoing it with the same deft, experienced gestures as my hands on her cunt.

"Look," she said, as she got my belt unbuckled and the snap of my jeans popped open, "I know you want a blowjob..."

"Our deal if for blowjobs, sweetie," I reminded her firmly. "I watch your kids for nothing, you suck my dick. Remember?"

"I know," she said, plaintively, "but please, Graham, I haven't been laid in like three months... not since the last time you fucked me, in fact. I always suck your dick for you. Please, let me fuck you tonight. I need it." Her warm, well manicured fingers were wrapped around my cock now, skillfully stroking and squeezing me.

"Say pretty please," I said, enjoying her urgency.

"Bastard," she retorted, kissing my chin, then my neck, stroking my hard cock with her hand as she swayed against me. "Pretty please. Make me cum, Graham. Please, daddy. Your little girl needs it..."

I laughed. Laura knows I can't resist when she calls me daddy, although it no longer has the same ability to drive me crazy it had had when she was 14 years old. "All right, but you have to blow me after you drive me home tonight," I said. Laura always picks me up and then drives me home again on the nights I watch her and Don's kids for them, to give us a chance to fuck. We don't really have a good explanation, since my car is perfectly functional, but Don has never asked about it. Don doesn't think about much but his job, his golf game, and, vaguely, his family; why my ex girlfriend would have to pick me up and then take me home again whenever I play babysitter isn't something that would trigger a blip on his radar screen.

Laura sighed... I remembered her saying she hadn't wanted me bitching about not being paid yet when she brought me back home tonight... but I felt her nod against my neck and chest. "Okay, fine, it's not fair, you get to cum in me twice for one job, but fine, I need a fuck so bad, Graham. I promise, I'll suck you off when I bring you back here tonight." Her grip on my cock pumped up and down more urgently. "Now sit down and let me fuck you, for God's sake!"

"Let me get these down," I said, pushing my jeans down to my ankles, then sitting back in my easy chair. "Okay, climb aboard, baby girl."

Laura swarmed into my lap, breathing hard now, still grasping my cock. She straddled me, rising up on her knees, positioned the head of my cock at the warm, wet opening to her cunt, and then, with a groan, sank down on me, impaling herself on my modest prick. "Ohhhh FUCK that's good," she grunted. "Yeahhhh nice big dick in me..."

The camera had kept flashing through all of this. The tripod I'd put it in has a fiber optic cable that connects directly to my computer's hard drive, so once I set it down, I never have to worry about changing the floppy disk in it.

"You know, you really should think about fucking Ramadan, if it's this bad for you," I said. "I mean, it's not like you haven't had sex with a dog before..."

"Bastard," Laura said, smacking at my shoulder with one hand as she inched her cunt back and forth slowly on my dick. "You'll never let me forget that, will you?"

One time when she'd been 16, I'd talked Laura into letting her family dog lick her pussy. She'd been really reluctant, but I'd gotten a few wine coolers in her and she'd finally spread her legs for the pooch. He'd gone after her pussy like it was his last meal, licking and slurping at hyper speed for a good half hour, and neither I nor Laura could coherently tell you how many times she'd cum from it. After that, she'd let the dog lick her twat several times a month, when she had a chance, but I'd never managed to talk her into actually letting it fuck her, much though I'd have loved to see that.

"I just think," I said, murmuring against her mouth, "that if you're only getting laid every 90 days or so, and only by your ex boyfriend, your own goddam dog would be a good answer. Ramadan can't tell on you and we know you like the way dogs give head. I know Don doesn't want to have him neutered, so you could have your own little doggie boyfriend right in the same house with you..."

The camera kept flashing. Laura moaned. "You just want to take pics of me getting fucked by a German Shepherd," she said, flipping her hair back out of her eyes with a practiced head toss.

I grinned. "Well, I've got pics of you being licked by a Lab," I said.

"Gawd," she moaned, "I cannot believe the shit I let you talk me into... but I am NOT gonna start fucking my German Shepherd, now quit it."

I put my hands on her rather bony hips, slid my fingers down her taut ass cheeks, and squeezed a little as she rode back and forth on my cock, not really fucking me yet, just enjoying it inside her. "So you're really a soccer mom now?" I murmured, licking her ear and nibbling just above where the diamond earring was.

"Yes, you fucking pervert," she replied, relieved that I'd changed the subject from her embarrassing past and canine temptations of the present day, giggling as she ran her tongue from the corner of my mouth across my cheek and into my ear, "yess," and now her breath was hot in my ear as she tongued it and whispered at the same time, "your cheating married housewife slut of an ex girlfriend is now officially a cheating married housewife slut of a soccer mom ex girlfriend. I hope you like that."

"You know I do," I said, and pushed slightly up on her hips, then tugged down, settling her into a slow rhythm of humping me on my lap. "But I should remind you that this whole 'Graham watches your kids' thing was your idea."

"Ngh," she said, lower lip caught in her sweet, even, white teeth (I could remember when she'd had braces, and she'd asked me nervously if she could suck me off while she was wearing them, and I'd reassured her she certainly could), "I offered to pay you, you prick... ohhhhh that's good..." (my thumb had worked between us and found her clit as she fucked up and down on me at that point).

"You are paying me," I said, chuckling, as she started to fuck me a bit harder.

"Ohh," she said, moaning as I rubbed her clit more firmly while she fucked herself on my dick, "I offered you money. You said no, you wanted sex..."

"Well," I said, "you kept fucking me for three years after you dumped me to go out with Don," I said. "I never understood why you had to stop once you actually married him..."

"Oooh," she sighed, "because dating isn't married, you asshole, and you know that... ohhhhhhhh GOD daddy I'm gonnnna cummmmmmm..."

"That's a good girl," I said, and pinched her clit with my fingernails lightly, in a way she always bitches about, but that I know makes her cum harder. Laura writhed on my lap, her hot cunt pulsing on my dick, as she came, probably more than once, over the next minute or so.

Eventually, she blew out her breath in a big windy sigh and sagged forward against me, breathing hard. After a few seconds, she lifted her head and planted a long, sloppy, panting kiss on my mouth. "Fuck," she complained, "I'm gonna have to totally redo my make up." She sat back up, my cock still hard in her pussy.

"Oh, baby," she said, belatedly, her eyes focusing on me again. "You didn't cum yet, did you?"

"Nope," I said. "Let's switch positions."

Laura glanced at the clock on my VCR, obviously worried about the time, but obligingly, if somewhat clumsily (there seems to be no graceful way to uncouple, especially when the woman is straddling your lap facing you) she got off me. "Okay, babe," she said, briskly, "but please, get off quick. We really gotta go, and I do have to fix my make up..."

I stood up and twirled my finger in the air. "Turn around and bend over the table, luv."

Despite the fact that I've taken Laura from behind probably a thousand times and not once have I tried to fuck her in the ass, she did what she always does when I ask her to assume that position: "You're not going to fuck me in the ass, are you?" Anal sex is completely out with Laura, always has been and always will be. When we'd made our deal for sex in exchange for child care, about five years ago when she'd first given birth to Jay, she'd specified yet again: no anal sex! Ever!

"I'm not allowed," I said, making my face and voice so lugubrious she had to laugh, just a brief snort.

"Damn straight you aren't allowed," she said, but turned and put her hands on my coffee table, leaning forward obligingly. "Now get in me, sweets, shoot a nice load in your Laura, and let me get dressed again. This thing tonight is important and we can't be more than fashionably late." The camera kept flashing, but Laura and I were by then old pros at staying in front of its visual arc.

"Mmm," I said, moving up behind her and entering her easily (it's nice when you know someone well, you don't even have to look down). "My Laura," I repeated.

"Yes," she sighed, "you know I'm your Laura, somehow or other I always let you fuck me, don't I?"

I started to pump in and out of her wet, reasonably tight pussy, hands on her hips, closing my eyes to enjoy the sensations more. "Made me stop for two years," I said, my breath starting to get a little uneven as I felt my orgasm beginning. "Looonnng two years without Laura cunt."

"I was married," she groaned, bending further forward, resting her bare, slightly sweaty boobs on my coffee table's surface, slipping a hand under her stomach to play with her clit and try to get off again while I took her from behind. "I AM married, Jesus, Graham, I let you guilt trip me into fucking you for the whole three years I dated Don even after he and I were engaged, but I told you, when we got married..."

"I know," I said. "I didn't argue with you at the time." I could feel myself getting ready to cum in her, but I kept talking anyway as I fucked away at her pussy, "but I still think you shouldn't have given me so much shit about dating your little sister..."

"She was way too young for you!" Laura gasped, and I could tell she was getting ready to cum again, too.

"She was 19," I said, "and you were 14 the first time you blew me in the campus computer cluster."

"Yeah, but you were 34 or 35, way too old for her, my dad would have shit," Laura said, and then started moaning as she came again, "oooohhh my GOD yes FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEEEEEEE..."

I grunted and came hard in Laura right about then, shooting a nice load up her hot married cunt, reflecting that I was glad her younger sister, Lynnette, had never told Laura that I'd taught her to suck cock when she was 13, and she'd kept sucking me off occasionally for the rest of my relationship with her older sister. One time, in fact, Lynette had been around 15 and I'd picked her up after school and brought her back to mine and Laura's apartment for a little oral afternoon delight while Laura was taking her interior design class, and Laura had decided to cut class and come back to the apartment while Lynette was sucking me to my first cum of the session. Lynette had spent two hours hiding in our bedroom closet until I could get Laura out of the apartment again long enough to get Lynette down to the street with cab fare home.

Lynette herself is an old married lady of 27 now, with one kid of her own who is 4, and Laura probably wouldn't have been pleased to know I still came in her little sister's mouth occasionally... the last time, in fact, two months before this, at Laura and Don's 8th wedding anniversary. Lynette had very cheerfully blown me in Laura and Don's upstairs guest bathroom, and while kissing me afterward, had asked if I'd ever fucked Laura in this particular room. I'd said, "In this particular room? Let me think... um... no..." and Lynette had gotten a good laugh out of that, before going back downstairs to her clueless husband.

Laura would have been very very upset to know that her little sister knew all about our long standing affair. And there are no words for how upset she would have been if she'd known that she, and her younger sister, weren't the only members of her family who regularly sucked my cock for me...

On the trip over in the car, Laura and I were mostly quiet, but it wasn't a strained silence or anything. Each of us spoke, occasionally, if briefly, and as always, things felt comfortable with us. I've known and fucked Laura since she was 14, after all, and she knows me like no one else (if not all my secrets). Neither of us can stay angry at each other for very long.

At one point, while we were stopped at a traffic light, she did look over at me, smile, and say "Okay, I admit it, I would have had to find some excuse eventually to start letting you fuck me again. And I actually like knowing you have all those naughty pictures of me. There. Happy?"

I'd patted her thigh through her skirt and said, "Always when I'm with you, luv."

At her house, as we pulled in, she said, "It would have been too weird if you'd married Lynette, though."

"Yeah," I agreed, as we got out of the car. And that was all we said about it.

Don let us in, dressed in a very nice looking, very expensive, obviously tailor made suit that flattered his rather portly profile. "Ah, the man of the hour," Don said as I came in, the good natured look in his eyes letting me know he'd had a few martinis while waiting for his wife to show up with me.

"Yes," I said, dutifully, going through the same old joke we always go through when I come over to babysit, "the seven o'clock hour." Don chuckled the way he always does.

Don and I were once pretty good friends, in our younger days. He's actually a bit older than I am, but we'd once had a lot in common... a mutual interest in war games and rebuilding classic cars had drawn us together at college, and we'd stayed buddies for a long time. He'd even been one of the few who knew I was dating Laura when she was still jailbait, although I don't think he ever really grasped that I'd started fucking her when she was 13... he didn't see me with her until she was 17.

Obviously, when Laura ditched me for Don it put a strain on my friendship with him, and by now, we were little more than casual acquaintances mostly joined by our mutual relationship with his wife.

"Unca Gram!" six year old Jay crowed, running into the room and throwing his arms around my waist in a big hug. Jay and I are old friends; I first started babysitting him (and cuming in his mother's mouth once more) back when he was only eight months old.

I lifted him up in one arm and he enthusiastically kissed my cheek... I know he wanted to kiss me on the mouth, but we've had long talks about inappropriate affection displays in front of other adults (especially his parents) and he's a very smart, very grown up little boy for his age. I ruffled his hair, which can't decide whether it wants to be brown like his mother's, or blonde like his dad's, just yet, and he grinned and rested his head on my shoulder.

"God, I have to practically blackmail him to get a kiss and hug out of him," Laura lamented as she watched us two. I smiled at that. Jay would not only kiss and hug his mom, he'd suck her tits and lick her pussy, too, if I told him too... and sometimes, I thought I might, when he got a little older, just to see the look on her face. She'd have to be strapped down first, of course...

"Give your mom a kiss, Jay," I instructed him. Jay rolled his brown eyes at me in exasperation, but obediently lifted his head and leaned away from me to kiss his mother. She smiled as he did it, letting him kiss her on the mouth briefly before he leaned back into me.

"You are the only one he's good for," Laura told me, looking back and forth from me to her son. "Jason, why can't you be so sweet for me and your dad?"

"I'm a good boy," Jay insisted, putting his head back on my shoulder and scowling at his mom.

"Maybe you should have me move in and provide full time nanny service," I said, grinning at Laura and letting her see me undressing her with my eyes.

"Full time service," Don said, heartily, utterly unaware of the levels of the dialogue. "Hah! There's an idea, eh, darling? We were just talking about getting a full time nanny, actually."

"I don't think," Laura said, somewhat acerbically, giving me a 'don't start' look, "Graham has the time to provide me with the kind of full time service I'd need." She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Nah," I said, putting Jay back down on the ground again, "I wouldn't want to take the place of the kids' dad." I smiled at Laura. "You guys don't want to be late, do you?"

A few minutes later, the rebuilt Porsche 850 that is the joy of Don's life was backing out of the driveway, and Jay and I were standing in the bow window, waving goodbye. I could just barely see Laura waving back to us through the front windshield in the early evening dimness.

What neither Laura nor Don could see was that the hand Jay wasn't waving with was holding my cock, stroking it lightly up and down, just below the lower sill of the window. Nor could they see that their camcorder was set up on its tripod to one side, recording us waving good bye at the window, while their six year old son stroked my dick happily for me.

As soon as the car was out of sight down the street, Jay gave a little sigh, turned towards me, dropped to his knees, and started licking the head of my cock like a cat at a dish of milk. "Nmmm," he murmured, as he licked, very comfortable with his soft little lips pressing against my dick flesh while he ran his tongue over and around my reddish cockhead (he should have been, since he'd been doing it pretty much as long as he could remember), "Uncle Gram, are you gonna fuck Lynette" (his little sister, who was 18 months old, not his aunt) "when she's older?"

I glanced down at him, then over at the big screen TV where I could see his sweet little head moving gently, much larger than life, as he nursed at my prickhead. His tongue was the size of a washcloth on the screen, appearing from and disappearing back into his mouth as he turned his head this way and that, licking around and underneath and back up over the top of my reddish dick helmet.

"If she wants to," I said, running my fingers through Jay's soft, pretty, naturally curly hair as he lapped away eagerly at my erection. "But not until she's big enough."

"Mm," Jay said, opening his mouth wider and slipping the end of my very hard prick in past his lips and suckling on it for ten seconds or so, still swirling his little tongue, before moving back and letting my dickhead back out into the open air again. "Can we sit on the couch, Uncle Gram? It's easier to reach cuz you're too big. An' can we take our clothes off?"

"Sure, baby," I told him, and scooped him up and carried him over and set him giggling down on the couch next to me.

As we both slipped our clothes off (Laura had marveled at how quickly Jay had learned to dress and undress himself, not knowing how much incentive I'd provided him to learn while babysitting him), Jay asked me, "I think she'll like it. She likes licking your thing now. An' I put my thing in her mouth for a long time once and she sucked it like her bottle."

I grinned. "We'll see," I said. "She won't be big enough to fuck for a long time, though. By then you'll be 11 or 12, and you might not want to have sex with your Uncle Graham any more."

Jay snorted. "Naw," he said. He looked up at me, his brown eyes worshipful. "I love you, Uncle Gram. You can always fuck me an' I'll always suck your prick. I'm your little blowjob boy, aren't I?"

"You sure are," I said, and leaned down and kissed him deeply. He moaned happily as my tongue pushed into his mouth, kissing me back with a skill that would have stunned his mother (and that had, on occasion, delighted his Aunt Lynette), rubbing my tongue with his, then nibbling and sucking at my tongue as I explored his sweet mouth with it.

Jay loves to kiss, and we kissed for probably a good five or ten minutes on the couch once we were both naked, me on my back and him sprawling on my chest and stomach, open lips pressed to mine, our tongues sliding back and forth in each other's mouths slickly. His hands were between us, playing with my cock and balls, as we kissed, while I was fingering his little ass and cupping his entire genitals in one hand, gently rubbing and squeezing.

Finally, though, he lifted his mouth off mine and started to push himself slowly backwards, kissing down my chin, my neck, and then stopping to lick at my nipples like I'd taught him. "Uncle Gram, when I'm big like you said, can I fuck Lynette too?"

I smiled down at him and teased him by deliberately misunderstanding. "Your Aunt Lynette can't wait until you're big enough to fuck her, baby boy."

He giggled. "Not Aunt Lynette, baby Lynette," he said, nursing at one of my nipples as his small, soft hand pumped up and down my cock. "You're not gonna shoot until I get it in my mouth, are you?"

"No, sweetie," I told him, sighing in pleasure as he sucked my nipple and stroked my cock, "I came in your mom tonight before she brought me over here, so I'm good for a while."

"Mm," Jay sighed, starting to kiss down my belly now, "am I gonna get to fuck mommy some time too? She never plays with me like you and Aunt Lynette."

"I don't know, sugar," I said. "I told you, most people are kind of funny about having sex with kids, even if the kids like it and want it. And most people are especially funny about having sex with their own kids."

"But I wanna fuck Mom when I'm big enough," Jay said, determination in his voice as he ran his tongue in and out of my belly button. "She's so pretty."

I ran my fingers through his hair again. "Well, then, baby, when you're big enough, you will definitely fuck your mom. I may have to tie her down and blindfold her, but we'll find a way." And wouldn't that be a nice surprise for my ex girlfriend who had dumped me for a guy with a better job... pulling the blindfold off her and letting her see her 12 or 13 year old son humping away at her cunt. I smiled at that.

Let her refuse to fuck a dog for me after I got pics of that...!

Jay slipped further down and he and I moaned in united pleasure as his mouth opened wide and slid warmly onto my very hard prick. He began to bob his head up and down, just slowly at first, working away steadily but cautiously at my hard on, easing his lips a bit further down with each in and out cycle. Jay could take my entire dick in his mouth and he was very proud of that, but it took him several minutes to accustom his throat to it and get it entirely swallowed up. Meanwhile, he worked away at it diligently, concentrating hard, his entire self focused on pleasing me. He was a sweet little kid and he already sucked cock as well as his mom ever had.

Lynette and I had discussed having Jay blow some other men while we watched... it was something she was really hot to do, sometime when she had Jay for an overnight visit; she was fairly certain she could even blindfold her husband while Jay went down on him, and she loved the idea of me getting pics of that... but I had to be the voice of reason with her. Lynette is wild (blowing her older sister's boyfriend at the age of 13 is the least of her sexual hi jinx; when I asked her to suck their family dog off for me and fuck him while I snapped pictures with the Polaroid camera, she did it without hesitation, and looked suspiciously used to it, too) and she'd like to see her six year old nephew get gang banged by 30 escaped convicts at high noon on Bourbon Street... right after they finished with her, that is. But screwing kids, especially preteen kids, is a very serious thing. The more people who know you're doing it, the better your chances of getting busted... and this is something you do not want to be busted for.

Jay had his eyes open and he'd tilted my cock at an angle so he could watch himself blowing me on the big screen TV, something we both enjoy. I have stacks of videotapes of him sucking me off, going back to his second birthday party, when he couldn't do much more than lick the tip of my prick and use both chubby little hands to jerk me off into his mouth. Jay likes to watch them when he's over at my house, especially while we make a new one; I suspect he's comparing his techniques in the earlier ones and admiring how much better he is at blowing me now. I've only recently started getting tape of him taking my cock up his ass, because I didn't start fucking him until he turned six... on his sixth birthday, in fact, after his surprise party; my dick in his ass had been his 'special' present from me. He'd taken it without a grumble (in fact, he'd been begging me to do it for months at that point) although I know it hurt him.

Now he'd worked the tight pink soft oval of his lips all the way down to where his hand was clasped around the base of my prick, his eyes huge in his face as he watched himself sucking cock on TV. I saw his eyes close, on the TV screen, as my cock slid into his throat; saw the pulse beat on his neck as he went still to enjoy the sensation of having his sweet little mouth packed full of dick.

Then he opened them again, and started to blow me in earnest. He began pumping his head, slurping my dick up and down in long slow strokes, head bent down between my legs, on both knees, very serious about his cocksucking now. I ran my hand down his back and slipped my middle finger up his ass; he groaned and just kept gobbling my prick, sucking away at it avidly now, a six year old cock junkie who would have happily fellated a dozen strangers in a public park if I'd pointed to them and told him to. If Don and Laura ever shipped Jay off to military school, I could guarantee you he'd get straight As from all his instructors without cracking a book, and be the most popular plebe in his entire training company, as well.

Lynette said Jay was a champion pussy eater, too. The kid has a lot of talent. Ramadan, the family German Shepherd, seems to think so also. Jay had obviously not inherited his mother's inhibitions about K-9 sex , since I have about four videotapes of him blowing the dog at my urging, and a very recently taken one of him on his hands and knees getting vigorously humped by the big black and brown beast, as well.

Thinking about Jay blowing the German Shepherd was, if anything, even more exciting than the fact that my ex girlfriend's six year old son... who, in some parallel timeline, should have been my son, as well... was eagerly sucking my own dick, and moaning away around it as he slurped and slobbered in a way that strongly indicated he couldn't wait to eat my cum. And Jay does love to eat cum; there have been times he's sucked me off four times during a babysitting session, swallowing every drop and licking me off afterwards, then licking his lips for the last little trace. That's another trait he did not get from Laura. Laura blew me within 90 minutes of meeting me for the first time, and she swallowed my cum for me, too, but for her, it's something she does to please a guy, a way to 'be nice' to a man she likes. She wanted me to want to see her again, and obviously it worked, but she's never been an eager little cum slut like her son is.

Now, as he pumped his head up and down like a little oil derrick, I groaned and came hard in his hot slurping mouth. "MMMM," Jay moaned as my cum spurted out of my dick, immediately beginning to gulp away at it busily, swallowing rapidly to keep up with the heavy flow of sperm past his lips. "Mmmm mmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm," Jay murmured happily around my dick, still pumping his head, the ulp ulp ulp ulp ulp of his working throat barely audible under his contented moans and the slurping sounds his mouth was making as he slid it up and down my cock.

Finally I finished cumming. Jay kept slurping away at my dick for a full minute after I stopped shooting sperm into his mouth, sliding his mouth up and down, swirling his tongue, cleaning me up immaculately, sucking me absolutely dry. Finally, he lifted his mouth off my cock and smiled up at me, his little pink tongue licking hungrily around his lips. "Your dick tasted like Aunt Lynette's pussy," he said, grinning. "I like that."

"That's your mom's pussy," I told him, rubbing my fingertips lightly around his lips.

"You're still hard," he said, pleased, leaning down to kiss my still stiff erection, then to flutter his tongue on the underside of my circumcised cockhead. "Are you gonna fuck me now?"

"Eventually," I said, slipping my thumb into his mouth for him to suck on. "How would you feel about sucking off Ramadan while I watch?"

"Shhrrrr," he mumbled, sucking on my thumb, bobbing his head slightly up and down on it. "mmmm." He let it slip out of his mouth. "Ramadan will lay on his back now for me. I could suck him and you could fuck my butt at the same time."

I was surprised; Ramadan had never been very amenable to being positioned much and wasn't the kind of dog who liked a lot of belly stroking; in fact, most dogs don't like to roll over on their backs, as it's a position of submission and surrender. Prior to this, Jay and his aunt had always lain on their sides and leaned under the dog to blow him, or sat on the floor with their back to the couch or a chair, and let Ramadan stand up on the cushions and hump their mouths.

So we opened the door and called Ramadan, and he came in like a shot, obviously knowing exactly what naked humans in his living room meant. Jay was right; Ramadan rolled right over on his back for the little boy as soon as Jay got down on his knees and said "Ramadan, roll over boy." Then Jay leaned down and started rubbing Ramadan's cock sheathe and playing with his balls, and while he did that, I knelt behind him, greased his little ass up thoroughly with Vaseline, and then slid my cock home in his six year old back door as he was just starting to run his tongue up and down the length of Ramadan's now protruding doggie dick.

Watching Jay suck the dog off while I pumped my cock in and out of his amazingly tight little pre teen ass was pretty much guaranteed to make me go off like a rocket in no time at all, and I did. I fucked Jay for barely three minutes before I shot a huge load up his boy pussy, watching my cum explode back out of his tight sphincter and run back down my dick as I pumped it in and out of his rectum, moaning as my sperm spurted out of me. I stayed hard, though, so I kept fucking Jay as he continued to suck Ramadan's cock, just slowing down now as I worked the boy's tight back door. He was pumping his head diligently on the German Shepherd's veiny dick, slurping and moaning away with his usual enthusiasm, as I pumped in and out of his tight, now wet and sticky, sperm flooded anus.

Remembering that Laura had promised me a blowjob when she drove me home again, I decided not to cum in Jay again that night, and eventually pulled out of his ass. Ramadan shot off in Jay's mouth shortly after I uncoupled from the little boy. Jay wanted more sex (he's pretty insatiable, once you get him started, again, unlike his mom) so he stayed on all fours and I got down and guided Ramadan's cock into Jay's now well greased hole, and enjoyed the spectacle of a 40 lb six year old boy being buggered to a fare thee well by a 120 lb dog of about the same age. I let Jay suck my dick while Ramadan screwed him, and when I heard Jay give a yelp of protest around my prickmeat, I realized that despite the earlier blowjob and Jay's tightness, Ramadan had just successfully knotted the first grader... so he was going to be humping Jay for a while. Jay didn't mind being fucked for an hour or so straight, regardless of whether his partner was human or canine, but the knot itself, pushing into his ass, had apparently hurt a lot. It had been careless of me to forget, but Jay had to take some of the blame, since he'd said "Come around and let me suck your dick some more, Unca Gram," so I hadn't been at my usual station to keep the knot out of him.

After a good 70 minutes of pedo-beastie-sodomy, though, Ramadan finally gave a little doggie sigh and slipped out of Jay. We put him back out in the yard, then Jay and I took a shower and cleaned each other up. It was past his bedtime by then, so I tucked him in (first letting him watch me put my now soft cock in his baby sister's mouth for a minute or so as she lay in her crib looking up at us guilelessly, then watching him as he did the same; she sucked away placidly regardless, and kept doing so when we put her bottle back in her mouth), read him three of his books, kissed him good night for ten or fifteen minutes, let him suck my cock for another five minutes after that, then kissed him again, and let him nod off to sleep. He was one well fucked little boy, and he needed his rest.

I made sure I got the videotape out of Laura and Don's VCR... the last thing we needed was the two of them accidentally getting a look at that... and put it in my backpack.

When Laura blew me after driving me home, it took me nearly twenty minutes to cum in her mouth, and I only managed to do it, finally, by pushing her back against my sofa cushions, straddling her shoulders, and fucking her mouth hard, while closing my eyes and imagining that she was little Lynette, maybe three years old and taking her Unca Gram's dick deep in her mouth, in and out, for the first time. After I came and Laura swallowed it and I rolled off her, she stood up, carefully straightened her blouse, kissed me good bye, and said, "Well, at least you don't shoot those big monster loads you used to any more... geez, you used to nearly drown me!"

I didn't tell her I'd come twice in her six year old son since fucking her earlier that evening. Instead, I just walked her to her car, kissed her good night again, patted her ass fondly as she got in, all the while thinking about how much fun it would be to take pictures of her 12 year old son fucking the shit out of her, while I buggered her seven year old daughter on the bed right beside them...