- by Dick Jackson (with assistance from Alvo Torelli), August, 2019
(f, Mf, con)
Note: The girl in this story, Renee, is real. The story is fiction, but some parts of the story are true. If you'd like to send a comment to Renee, use the comment form at the end of the story. If your comment isn't too awful I'll pass it along. The comments I've sent her so far get her very excited! -Alvo
"OMG!" Renee Robertson covers her mouth with her hand as she giggles. "LOL!" Why did Mr. Richardson leave a porn story up on his computer? It never would have occurred to her that the single father of the two boys she's babysitting would look at porn! LOL! But obviously. He's a guy, after all.
The story is on a simple webpage hosted on something called ASSTR. She's never heard of it. Renee remembers the only porn she's ever seen, pictures of people fucking, which she found pretty boring. Well, after she'd looked at the first two or three - dozen. LOL! She's such a naughty gyrl. But porn stories she's only heard of, never seen. It sounds lame.
The story is "Doing the Hot Babysitter," written by someone named Dick Jackson. OMG, babysitter? On the side of the page a counter shows how many people have read the story. As she watches, the counter clicks upwards to 3,758. OMG! That's a lot of people.
But why in the world is the story still up on Jack's computer? Oh. My. God. Did he leave it for her to find? No, it couldn't be! But... oh! The babysitter in the story is named Rennie, Rennie Roberts. How could the babysitter in the story have a name so close to Renee Robertson?
The girl in the story, Rennie, has yellow-blonde hair with long bangs, she's fourteen - and very buxom, with pale white complexion and dark eyes. OMG. It reads like a perfect description of Renee! Was that why Mr. Richardson was reading the story? Did it remind him of her? She blushes and shivers, eyes wide.
Surely it's all a mistake. Jack just likes to read some innocent porn. He forgot to clear his browser. But... but it's so specific. The father in the story is single, with two ten-year-old sons, just like Jack. He's thirty four. How old is Jack? OMG! No! It's all silly - something to laugh about. It's hysterical.
If it's so funny, why does she feel compelled to keep reading? Why does she blanch when the counter ticks to 3759? She can't pull her eyes away. The girl in the story, Rennie, is curious about sex. She's horny. She waits for the handsome father, hoping. She unbuttons the top of her blouse and puts her ample breasts on display. She removes her panties from her short skirt. Her cunny is damp with desire long before he returns. She's frightened, but she fingers herself and moans his name.
OMG. Reading porn is WAY better than looking at pictures. Renee is aroused and just like her counterpart in the story her young cunny is wet with desire. She realizes that in her mind Jack Richardson is the dad in the story. And there's no way she can keep from thinking of herself as Rennie. It feels dirty - and fun! Oh! She wants to touch herself. But that would be so naughty! The kids are sleeping in the other room. Still..
Renee looks around as if some might be watching her. She unbuttons her blouse as quickly as she can, shakes it off her shoulders and quickly unsnaps her bra. Her large, buoyant breasts surge out of the confinement and bounce like balloons. She giggles, nervously. As she reads about the father returning, finding the pretty teen babysitter obviously wanting more than an escort home, she wets her fingertips and gently caresses her nipples. God! Her nipples are so sensitive. When Rennie arches her back as the father kisses Rennie's throat and touches her naked pussy, Renee slips one hand down into her shorts. She just has to!
This is ridiculous! It's only a story. LOL! But... Oh gosh. Renee strips off her shorts and panties. Naked, she sits in Jack's big desk chair and puts her heels up onto his desk. Her pussy is so wet. Of course she imagines it's Jack Richardson pressing his face into her warm wetness, teasing her clit with his tongue, instead of the story father doing the same to Rennie? OMG! Does Rennie really want to give him her virginity? Oh yes. Renee's fingers find that perfect spot and perfect rhythm and perfect touch as fictional Rennie takes the father's cock up into her cunny and the man proves that fourteen really isn't too young. Renee nearly brings blood to her lip as she bites down to stop her screams. Yes, yes! Oh!!
Renee pants and waits for her heart to slow. That was amazing. She's limp, incredibly satisfied. But her eyes flare as she sees the read-counter on the story has climbed to 3789. It makes her feel strange to think that another thirty people read the story at the same time she was reading it and fingering herself to climax. How creepy! What were all of them doing?
The story was silly, she thinks, blushing at herself. And yet.. She notices at the bottom of the story a link to Part Two. She eagerly clicks through.
Jack Richardson sits down to his computer and jiggles the mouse to get past the screen saver. There's the story. Had she even looked at it? He has to admit he was disappointed when Renee quickly said goodby and walked home after he returned - although he's fairly sure he saw her blush and try to hide an odd smile. She wouldn't even let him walk her the three doors down the block to her apartment building.
Well, that was okay. If she didn't see the story - no harm, no foul. If she did..., well, she hadn't said anything. She hadn't screamed at him or called the cops. So...
The story is still up on the screen, but Jack knows that doesn't mean anything. He could check the browser history to see if she looked at anything else, but again it wouldn't mean much. She's a smart girl, she'd know how to cover her tracks. Unless... unless maybe she didn't want to cover her tracks? Oh fuck, oh my god. There it is, in the history. She not only read "Doing the Hot Babysitter," she also read parts two and three! The naughty little slut! Ha!
Jack's heart beats fast in his chest. This is more than he hoped for. But it isn't more than he planned for. The chances are slim - but they aren't zero. He has to know, now, he can't wait. He closes the web page of Dick Jackson stories and brings up a terminal app that gets him into the real guts of his operating system. He can barely type his superuser password. There's the file, still running. He shuts down the program and moves the file to his desktop. A simple double-click and it's open.
His plan was simple - a background security app. If anyone disturbs his screen saver the computer's camera comes on - along with two more web cameras in other parts of the room, all run by wireless. All three capture a record of the person sitting at the computer.
Jack freezes the video the second he sees the face of the girl of his wet dreams. God, he's so hot for her. He doesn't care that she's only fourteen! Advancing the video, he stops frequently, moving from one screen to another to get the best view. Look at the shock on her face, the embarrassed blush, followed by her attempts to cover up her growing interest with feigned amusement. Look at her eyes flare at what she's...
Holy shit!
Jack stops the action as Renee's large breasts burst out of her bra. Oh lord! Such perfection. He backs up to watch the moment of unveiling again, then again. Hot cum spews out of his cock, soiling the top of his desk, even his keyboard. Cursing and impatient he cleans up the mess, hardly ever taking his eyes off his topless fourteen-year-old goddess.
He has to take a break, down a whisky, before he dares go on. Fantasies torment him, fantasies that are suddenly almost too real to handle. Those god damn breasts! Oh fuck, he's back at his desk too soon, but he has to know what else she did.
Jack's heart leaps into his throat when Renee slips her fingers into... wait, no, no she isn't... she wouldn't... oh god, she is! Jack ravages his throbbing cock as naked Renee puts her feet up on his desk, opens her amazing young cunt to his cameras and strokes herself. Oh lord. If only he... So wet, so pink, so perfect. Wait!! Did she just moan his name? Yes, there, again! Oh god! He cums again, moaning her name as he hears her moaning his.
A week later Renee stares at the computer's swirling screen saver. It seemed to take hours to get the two boys asleep, but now she's afraid to disturb the screen, to find out what might be waiting there. Probably nothing, she tells herself. It was an accident, an oversight. He's just a guy and guys like porn. Last week wasn't about her. But what if...
OMG don't be so silly! You'll laugh about it later. Go on, silly gyrl!
She pushes the mouse and jerks back, like it might bite her. The screen clears and a familiarly formatted web page appears. Another Dick Jackson story! "The Babysitter's Seduction." OMG! Jack must have left it for her! What does that mean? Oh god. But... she wants to read it. She sees the read-counter and it only reads 127. The story must be brand new.
Renee bites her lip, knowing she'll be stripping down any minute, eager to enjoy another Rennie Roberts adventure as she imagines Jack and herself. Oh why wait?! LOL! Before she starts the story Renee strips all her clothes off and puts her feet up on the desk. She's already wet with anticipation. Her nipples are hard and begging to be touched. LOL! She's such a naughty gyrl.
But something is wrong from the very beginning. The babysitter in the story isn't Rennie Roberts. OMG! Her name is Renee Robertson? No! How can this be? She can't stop reading, despite her racing pulse. But what's this? The Renee in the story is babysitting two little boys, both ten. They're asleep, so she's sneaking a peek at their father's computer, where she finds a story - a porn story. It's called 'Doing the Hot...'
OMG, OMG! Renee is reading a story about herself! She's reading about last week. How can this be? How can every detail be exactly right, the description of her be so perfect? Surely the next thing can't be... but it is. Oh god. Fictional Renee removes her blouse and bra because she's so turned on by Rennie's story. Real Renee sees the read-counter ticking up to 211 and knows that all those people just read about how bouncy her breasts are, how sensitive her nipples. She blushes crimson. But she's also wet. She's horny! She can't help imagining who is reading about her. People she knows? The counter increases. She feels excitement, and shame.
But fictional Renee isn't done. Soon her desperate cunny is spread, her feet up on the desk, like Renee's. It's too real, it's too accurate. Fictional Renee reads about Rennie's first experience and plays out real Renee's actions in detail, everything exactly as it happened! Renee is equally horrified and aroused. She can't tear her eyes from the screen or her fingers from her cunt. As fictional Renee climaxes so does real Renee, just as hard, just as satisfying. Another twenty people have read about her fingering herself to orgasm!
Both Renees pant as their ecstasy slowly wanes. But real Renee is confused - and frightened! Every detail of the story was exactly... but how... And finally she sees it. The author: Dick Jackson. The father of her charges: Jack Richardson. The same, but different. He wrote this! He didn't just leave these stories for her - he wrote them for her. But... he used her name! He described her perfectly. People will know!
But the story isn't over. It shifts and now Renee isn't reading about herself, she's reading about Dick Jackson. But she knows it's really Jack. Everything else has been true, accurate, so this must also be true. He's at his computer, later the same night. Renee blushes to read that he knows she read his story. But there's more. OMG! There's a video of her?! Fictional Dick watches fictional Renee masturbating, naked, fully exposed like some slutty whore. The read-counter keeps climbing! 280, 295. OMG! The story describes Jack Richardson masturbating to the video and cumming on his keyboard and desk. Ew! Real Renee has never blushed so hard. But she can't stop fingering herself again. What kind of slut is she that she's so aroused by the knowledge that Jack has whacked off to his clandestine movie of her shame.
Oh my god! He's filming me now! Isn't he? But... but she can't tear her eyes from the screen.
He watches Renee for hours. He cums again and again. But still the story doesn't end. It shifts a second time.
In the story it's a week later and fictional Renee is babysitting again, her two charges already asleep. She's staring at the swirling screen saver, afraid to touch... Wait! No! A week later. That's... that's.... now! Fictional Renee starts reading a story about... about herself! 'The Babysitter's Seduction.' The same story...
Real Renee is terrified but she keeps reading. She feels a collision coming, like an airplane about to break the sound barrier as it catches up with its own sound waves. Fictional Renee seems to race through the events real Renee already knows: stripping, reading, moaning and then cumming hard along with her own fictional self who is reading, moaning, cumming as she's reading about ... The world tightens around real Renee, collapses inwards. Fictional Renee realizes that Jack is Dick, who is writing for her and about her using these very events and he has a video of her and he keeps cumming as he watches her and the scene shifts to what is happening a week later ...
Vertigo momentarily overcomes Renee as she reads about herself reading about herself reading about herself... The read-counter next to the story clicks up to 350 and the read-counter next to the story fictional Renee reads clicks up to 350 and so does the one in the story the next Renee is reading and on and on... All the infinite stories inside stories inside
stories collapse in a single moment and in that moment all of the Renees become one Renee and they are both the fiction and the reality together, indivisible, indistinguishable. Oh god! Every Renee asks the same question at the same moment: Am I real or just a fiction in one of the infinite horrifying chain of stories?
All of the Renees are so very frightened. But still excited and horny!
And yet the story continues.
The story says that Renee is overwhelmed and desperate and indeed she IS overwhelmed and desperate and so she rises from the chair and pushes it back even as she reads that she rises from the chair and pushes it back. Renee gasps as she reads the words 'Renee gasps as she reads...' Is Renee controlling the story or is the story controlling Renee? Is there any difference anymore? All of the Renees spread their legs and bend at the waist to lean against the desk so that they can keep reading the detailed description of how they each reach one hand down between their legs and get one finger busy stroking in and out of their sopping, greedy tight pussies. Renee blushes as she sees the read-counter increase, faster and faster and the story tells all those readers how she and all the other Renees are blushing at the thought of them reading about her and blushing. The story says 'they all moan and cry out "Jack, what have you done to me?" in a tortured whisper' and so they all moan and cry out "Jack, what have you done to me?" in a tortured whisper. Renee rapidly flicks a finger across her sensitive clit, desperate for climax and so the stories all say that Renee flicks a finger across her sensitive clit, desperate for climax. Everything she does, panting, stroking, panic, need - it's all mirrored in the story and in the story inside the story and the story inside that and she thinks she's going to go crazy with confusion and lust...
'Renee senses the man step forward from the dark and move behind her, but she can't look, she's too afraid,' Renee reads as she senses a man step forward from the dark and move behind her, but she's too afraid to look. All of the Renees know it's Jack, because each one reads that they all know it's Jack! It's impossible. It's so confusing. But the feel of his hand cupping her breast drives away every other thought in Renee's young brain and the young brains of all the other Renees. The story tells her about the low growl that she hears from his throat as he presses close behind her and she feels his warm flesh pressing into her trembling, bare buttocks. Everything she feels is mirrored on the screen, words floating by her eyes and the eyes of all the Renees and the eyes of all the people reading the story even as it's happening. No matter how good it feels to be held in his arms she can't break her connection to the story - she can't tear her eyes away. And he knows! He understands the compulsion to read her own fate as it unfolds, it says so in the story, which is why he wrote it that way!
His fingers replace hers in her sopping, tight cunny as he pulls her even tighter. She presses her forearms into the desk and arches her back, moaning. She has no choice! It's written. It's written that she wants him to take her, to fuck her, to teach her - and so she wants him to take her, to fuck her and to teach her. "Please, please! Now! I need you now!" she whispers out loud the words she reads on the screen!
He enters her and her fingers strain against the top of the desk, trying to dig right through the polished wood. 'It hurts!' the screen tells her and yes, it does, but it's also good! Nothing so big has ever dared to invade her. "Oh god, please, be gentle, I'm scared," she says, and her eyes scan those very words before the story tells her that it's too late, she's gone too far! 'He couldn't stop now if he wanted to, Renee.' OMG! It's talking to her now. 'But don't worry, he won't hurt you.'
And the read-counter keeps rising 475, 490, 512! All those people, reading about her even as he thrusts deeper and deeper inside her, reading about how much she wants him to fuck her, reading about how she knows they're reading about her and how it makes her blush.
He's gentle, but he's insistent and forceful. Renee reads about the amazing things his hands do to her breasts and nipples and clit and ass as she gasps and shudders under his touch. His part is written, inevitable. He fills her tight, wet pussy, thrusting harder and the story tells her how much his fat, hungry cock has wanted her since the minute he laid eyes on her luscious, buxom fourteen-year-old body. She screams out the words that she's scripted to scream, "Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck me harder! Yes!"
550, 591, 635, the counter rises. So many eyes reading along with Renee as she takes his cock deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The words are swimming. Her eyes try to roll back in her head as something spectacular rolls over her body but she tries to hang onto her sanity. Random words jump out of the story, 'cock, throbbing, climax, screaming, desperate, orgasm, orgasm, orgasm, cum, cum, CUM, FUCKING CUM!'
Renee thought she knew what an orgasm was but this isn't the same thing. This is so much stronger, so much better. Her eyes tear up and the words blur. "Cumming! Cumming! Yes! So. Fucking. Good!" are the last words she can read and she hears them in her ears as he speaks them and fills her young womb with his seed.
710, 886, 1003.
The screen goes blank. Renee's mind seems to snap. Everything else goes black.
Jack sits at his computer and quickly moves past the security to bring up the new video. He already wants her again. Maybe the video will help. It was hard not to keep her here, but he'd carried her home, snuck her into her bed, left her to wake and wonder: how much of it was real? Will she forgive him?
Maybe the video will help. Oh god, yes, he can't believe it! He could watch himself fucking her a million times and he'd never get tired of it. She's so beautiful, so hot. He can remember the feel of her breasts in his hands - so round, soft, smooth. He can remember the feel of his hungry cock in that tight, warm pussy. His cum spews from his aching cock even as he watches himself cumming deep inside her. Will she forgive him?
But he wants more than this. He wants more than to stand and take her from behind, never looking into her eyes. He wants time - time for so many more things - his cock between those amazing young breasts, the taste of her wetness, to hear her scream his name as he his tongue tortures her body, her lips around his manhood, deeper and deeper, to stare into her eyes as he fucks her and tells her how he feels about her. To wake up next to her in bed.
But how can he tell her all these things? How can he make her understand? He's too afraid to simply confront her. There's only one way.
Jack Richardson closes the video and pulls up an editor. He begins to write.
A week later Renee can't believe she's here again, staring at the swirling screen saver on Jack's computer. She'd been devastated when he didn't call, didn't contact her. Days and days. Then the sudden call for a babysitter, a message left with her mother. The boys had gone to sleep almost at once, almost like they were drugged. So here she was, once again afraid to move the mouse and find out what could be waiting for her on his computer screen.
OMG! Don't be such a scaredy-cat, gyrl! LOL! It's just a computer, it can't be dangerous... But...
She knows what happens when you disturb the screen. She knows about how it feels to know that someone has video of you doing something so naughty, so nasty. She remembers. Does he have more... from when they... Oh! It's only a computer, but it can be dangerous.
But he was so gentle, so sweet, so... And the things he wrote... Her heart swells.
Renee takes a deep breath and bites her lip, then reaches out to move the mouse and stop the swirl on the screen, the only thing protecting her from whatever she'll find there. But she doesn't look, not yet. She gives the cameras a moment to focus and then she slowly, carefully strips her clothes off for him, blushing all the while.
She sits, naked and begins to read: "A Story for the Babysitter, by Dick Jackson (with assistance from Alvo Torelli)."
Jack Richardson wakes and rolls over in bed. He stares into the face of the little girl of his dreams.
If you'd like more babysitter stories, including more stories about Renee - check out Alvo's Babysitter Stories .
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