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Subject: {ASSM} The Babysitter's Discovery 02 {Jack Potter} (Mf MFf Mf f-solo oral anal)
Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 16:10:03 -0400
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Author's Note:  Part 1 and the rest of my stories are on the web at:

  http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/jpotter/www

If you like this, or any of my other work, and would like to see it continue be
sure to let me know:  JackLPotter@yahoo.com

-Jack



The Babysitter's Discovery
  Part Two
--------------------------
  by Jack L Potter

Abbie's parents weren't, at first, very receptive to the idea of her
babysitting for the Johnsons on a school night.  Abbie, on the other hand, was
very receptive to the idea.  The video she'd watched the last time she'd 
babysat for them was still fresh in her mind and the snoop in her was crying
out for another look around.  

She was careful not to seem too excited.  She talked about how after several
months of saving prodigiously she'd nearly accumulated enough money for the
camera she'd been wanting so badly.  Abbie talked about how homework wouldn't 
be a problem because she'd just take it with her, even though it wasn't really 
so important since she'd been doing so well in all of her classes anyway.  In 
the end she'd made a convincing argument.  She'd be able to babysit on a school

night.

At school on Tuesday she had trouble concentrating.  Her mind kept betraying
her and she kept imagining her classmates (well the boys anyway) naked.  She
couldn't imagine them with the big dicks she'd seen in the video, though, so
she started imagining a few of her teachers instead.  Her math teacher, Mr
Dykstra, in particular.  She decided he would have an especially heavy dick.  I

bet it's short and fat like him, she thought as she sat in the back of her 
algebra class.  

Abbie imagined Mr Dykstra with one of the fake little cheerleaders from the
video.  She pictured them in a variety of positions.  First, him sitting at his
desk while the little cheerleader slut licked his heavy, hairy balls.  Mr
Dykstra with his fat cock in hand, stroking away.  He'd put her over his desk
spank her before fucking her, she thought.  Oh, he'd love a fuck like that.

Shifting her legs slightly, Abbie tried to concentrate on the algebra he was
trying to teach.  She looked around the room.  Very few of the other kids were
paying any attention.  Certainly none were paying attention like Amanda Smith.
Stupid, brown-nosing Amanda Smith, Abbie thought.  At the thought of
brown-nosing, an image formed in Abbie's mind.  Amanda Smith with her nose
pressed up against Mr Dykstra's ass crack while he jerked his fat cock off into
the open mouth of the girl from the video.  

She smirked and pressed her palms against her eyes.  I've got to get out of
here, she thought.  Finally the bell rang.

Abbie rode her bike straight from school to the Johnsons' house.  

"Hi, Abbie."  Mr Johnson said upon answering the door.

"Hi, Mr John--Sorry, Jim."

"Come on in.  Have a good day at school?"

"Uh, yeah.  Algebra class was... interesting."

"Oh?  Good to hear.  Most people your age think math is a waste of time, but it
really isn't."

"Anyway,"  He continued.  "Maggie has already left for the baby shower.  It's
over in Rockford so she probably won't be home until really late.  But, I'll 
try to be back around half past nine so we can have you home by ten."

"Sounds good.  Mr--I mean, Jim."

"Great, I'll see you then."  He said with a wink and a wave.

It wasn't long after she started cooking dinner for James Jr that Abbie was
finally able to get her mind off sex.  It was a relief that while playing games
with her charge that she was able concentrate on just that.  She did feel a 
slight twinge of guilt and pleasure when she slid his Barney video in the VCR, 
but she shook that feeling with ease.  At last, just after she'd put little 
James to bed, she flopped down on the couch with a sigh.  

Abbie put her hands to her head.  She was grateful to know she could dodge all
the perverted thoughts that had been so insistently gnawing on her lately.
Even if only for a little while.  As much as she wanted to get the video
out--and she really wanted to get the video out--she wasn't so sure it was the
best thing to do.  She didn't really care if it was the right thing to do.
Ethically speaking, she knew, it wasn't right to snoop through other people's
private things.  That didn't bother her though--not really.  What was really
bothering her was how insatiable she'd been feeling for the past few days.  

She'd always gotten in head-first out of control over any new thing she liked.
For a while she'd been perfectly batty over several boy bands.  Before that
she'd really liked astronomy.  She'd forced her parents into buying her a
telescope and she'd learned all the constellations on her own.  Before that
she'd really liked astrology, she'd bought a ouija board and tarot cards.  

Now that she'd discovered sex she felt a little afraid.  Sure she'd never done
anything worse than masturbate, but she was having some very wild thoughts.
What's worse, she'd been having those very wild thoughts just about constantly.
She'd already masturbated four times in those three days following her
experience at the Johnsons' house.  

Abbie had heard all the talks about pregnancy and sexually transmitted
diseases--she knew all that.  She also knew how much she'd loved astrology and
that she now thought of it as a sham.  Astronomy?  Once fascinating, now
boring.  And those boy bands?  Totally gay.  What if she fucked around with
someone and got pregnant or caught herpes, or something, only to discover that
three months later sex had become old news.

No, people are always consumed with sex.  Everything on television is about
sex (except maybe Barney).  Everything in the magazines is about sex.  All the
kids at school talk about these days is sex.  Sex, sex, sex.  It couldn't just
be fashionable.

After much consternation, Abbie glanced at the clock.  Half past seven, James
Jr should be sound asleep by now.  Time to get out the video.  It wasn't long
before she had "Good Girls Gone Bad" back in the VCR.  She got comfortable, 
turned the volume all the way down, and hit the play button.  

Jim must have been watching it last weekend, she thought when the action on the
television didn't pick up where she'd left off last Friday.  The thought of Mr
Johnson sitting there, jerking off, competed with the graphic image on the 
television:  Another big dicked stud fucking the hell out of a girl on the side

of a hot tub.  The camera man zoomed in on his cock blasting rapidly in and 
out of her.  Abbie sat transfixed by the bouncing motion of his balls wondering

about Mr Johnson's own balls.  

Eventually, Abbie decided to join in on the action.  She pulled her pants and
underwear down to her calves and spread her legs far apart.  She pressed her 
hands against her thighs and arched her back.  It felt good to stretch.  It 
felt good to watch those two people fuck.  She wasted no time getting her 
fingers to either side of her clit.  She slid them down in a 'V' one on either 
side of her small moistened labia.  She made circular motions and began to 
breath more urgently.  

Then she did something she'd only done for the first time yesterday.  She put a
finger at her opening and pushed it far inside herself.  She moaned aloud
unintentionally.  

"Abigail!"

She screamed upon hearing the voice behind her.  She turned her neck quickly,
almost painfully, to see Mr Johnson standing in the doorway.  His eyes were
wide with surprise.  Abbie screamed again and flailed for her pants.  

"Oh my god!  I'm so sorry!"

"Whoah!  Okay!  Okay."  Mr Johnson said turning around.  "That's no problem.
Um, I-I'll just go in the other room and you can finish up.  No problem."  

Before she could say anything he had already left the room and closed the door
behind him.  Her hands were shaking and hot tears were beginning to well up. 
She couldn't dream of "finishing up" now.

"I am not going to cry.  I am not going to cry."  Abbie repeated aloud to
herself.  "I can handle this.  He said it's not a problem.  It's not a 
problem."

But in her mind it was a problem.  What if he tells my parents?  She wondered.
What if he tells other parents and I can never babysit again?  What if word
gets back to the kids at school?  Oh my god.  Oh my god.  

She started crying.  It was hot and fast.  It was soon over, wadded up kleenex
filled her hand.  Mechanically, she finished buttoning up her pants and put the
video away.  She turned to face the door and felt on the verge of tears again.
After brushing the backs of hands across her cheeks one last time, Abbie walked
through the door.

She found Mr Johnson in the kitchen drinking a beer.  He didn't look angry,
which, she hoped, was a good sign.  Still she felt like crying, could feel the
heat of blush spreading across her face and neck.

"Did you?"  He asked.

"Yeah.  I mean, no.  What?"  She asked anxiously.

"Finish up okay?"

"I'm so sorry!  It won't ever happen again, Mr Johnson.  Please don't tell my
parents.  I'm so so sorry!"  She blurted out, tears washing her face once 
again.

Mr Johnson rushed over to her and wrapped his arms around her.  He patted her
on the back and made shushing sounds.

"No, Abbie.  No, I wouldn't tell.  I'm just sorry I walked in on you like that.
It's okay.  So what if you found that porno.  I don't care."

"Y-you're not mad at me?"  Abbie said looking up into his brown eyes.

"No, you just did what came natural.  I don't care.  I-I find it kind of hot
actually."  He said, adding:  "I hope you don't think I'm an old pervert for
saying that."

"You do?  You think-you think I'm... hot?"

"Oh, yeah, most definetly.  I came home early because I thought maybe you'd
like to share some ice cream with me."  He said as he reached for a pint of Ben
and Jerry's.  

"I-I'd like that."  Abbie said, wiping her most recent wave of tears from her
cheeks.  

Mr Johnson took the ice cream, two spoons, and his beer and led Abbie back into
the family room.  They sat down together on the sofa and quietly ate ice cream
for sometime.  Mr Johnson looked appreciatively at Abbie.  Her tear stained
cheeks and red eyes.  The smooth line of her neck.  The way her small breasts
pushed against her blouse.  The way she sat with her shapely legs folded up
beneath her.

"So, you said your math class was interesting today?"

Abbie nearly choked in response.

"Are you okay?"  Mr Johnson asked, patting her on the back.

"Yeah, math class was... interesting.  You could say that."

"Care to talk about it?"

"I'm sorry, no."

There was an awkward silence for several moments.  Mr Johnson could hold back
no longer.  He decided to try a more direct approach.

"So did you like my movie?"

Again Abbie almost choked but managed to squeak out a "yes" after several
moments.

"Do you like to play with yourself?"

"Yes."  Abbie admitted, looking down.

"Did you get off after I interrupted you?"

Abbie shook her head no.  Mr Johnson put his hand on her thigh.

"Would you like help, Abigail?"  He asked.

This time Abbie, with her eyes adverted, shook her head yes.  Mr Johnson's eyes
gleamed for a moment.  He put the ice cream away and put his hands on her sides
just above her waist.  He held her for a moment, his thumbs on her abdominal
muscles, his fingers nearly reaching her spine.  His hands began to move
together, up her torso and over her rib cage, pushing her blouse up as they
climbed her ribs like a ladder.  Abbie closed her eyes and took a deep breath
as she raised her arms straight up over her head.  

Abbie was left in her flower patterned bra.  But not for long, Mr Johnson 
removed it expertly while softly kissing her collar bone.  Her breasts were 
firm, topped with puffy nipples.  He took one in the palm of his hand while 
tracing his lips down towards her belly button.  In turn she leaned her head 
back, mouth open, and tangled her fingers in his dark hair.  

Looking up at her lower lip, Mr Johnson slid his hand, palm-up, under her 
waistband.  His finger tips danced in sparse blonde pubic hair.  Using only his
thumb he unbuttoned her pants.  Abbie arched her back and pushed her pelvis
forward some with a gasp.  She lifted her ass off the couch and Mr Johnson
bunched her pants and panties to the ground.  She spread her legs for him, and
in return he kissed the soft insides of her thighs.  

"You're so beautiful."  He said, taking a moment to look upon the flower that
bloomed between her legs.

Without further delay, he approached her with his mouth.  Abbie's eyes were
closed but she could feel his hot breath on her most private parts, and she
knew what would happen next.  Soon she felt the light tickling of his tongue as
it delicately moved over her folds.  

Thoughts of his hard cock, straining against his jeans, played across her
imagination.  She wanted it so badly.  To take it in her hands, to stroke it,
to rub it up and down her pussy.  To stuff it inside herself.  But her muscles
were so tight, and she felt paralyzed by his teasing mouth.  

He sensed a change in her.  Her milky white hips had begun thrusting at his 
tongue, and he reacted by pressing his lips to hers.  Inside his mouth he found
her clitoris and sucked gently while pressing his tongue against it.  He
could hear her whimpering now and he coaxed her little swollen clit with his
tongue.  

Her breathing ragged now, Abbie began to see star-like patterns against her
closed eye lids.  She could feel energy building inside her, spreading from the
tip of Mr Johnson's tongue throughout her body.  Her orgasm sent waves 
of that energy through her.  She kicked her legs out straight holding them
erect.  She could feel charlie horses forming in her straining thighs, but 
didn't care.  

He released his lips from hers, and watched her spasms play out.  As she
started to relax he licked lightly at her, teasing out a few last spasms from
her sensitive inner skin.  He smiled up at her, juices glistening on his chin.

"That was so beautiful."  He said.  In response she just sighed, eyes closed.

She lay there naked for a while longer and Mr Johnson sat beside her on the
couch, finishing his beer.  He let his eyes move across her body, enjoying the
privilege of having such a young girl naked on his couch.  He wanted very
badly to take his cock out and have a go at her, but satisfied himself to look.
On one hand there wasn't time for everything he wanted to do, he'd have to
drive her home soon.  On the other hand, there was plenty of time in the future
to do everything he wanted.  One of the benefits of age, he thought, is
patience.  Besides, I can always fuck my wife when she gets home later.

Abbie opened her eyes and looked around the room.  Mr Johnson was sitting
beside her, smiling at her.  She started to think about returning the favor,
when she glanced at the clock.

"I have to go home soon."  She sighed.

"Yup.  While you get dressed, I'm going to go wash my face.  I'll meet you out
front."

Five minutes later they met on the doorstep of his house.  The evening air was
cool.  He led her to the car, hand on the small of her back.  Abbie felt a
thrill again at his touch.  Why couldn't she have more time?  Ever the
gentleman he opened her door first.  After they were both seated he gave her
knee a squeeze and shifted the car into gear.

The drive to her house was quiet.  She began to feel bad.  Bad that after what
he'd just done for her she'd been unable to return the favor.  Her mind
wandered and she imagined herself unzipping his fly and taking his cock out.
How amazing would it be to suck his dick, right there in his BMW?  Abbie could
feel herself warming up again, and her resolve began to build.

"Thank you... for helping me earlier, Jim."  She said.

"No problem.  It was my pleasure, to be sure."

"Y-yeah, but don't you need any.. help?"

"Well, Abigail, I'd love to have help from a beautiful girl like you, but I
have to get you home, you know.  I'll just have to take care of myself when I
get back home."

"B-but, I could help you now."  She said.

Mr Johnson looked at her for a moment and continued driving.  He didn't want to
make her feel obligated to him.  Not yet, anyway.  At the same time, though, he
really wanted her to "help" him out.  

Abbie took his silence as an invitation, and cautiously began to unbutton his
jeans.  Once they were unzipped, she reached her tiny hand inside his pants and

felt around.  Slightly coiled she grasped his excitement fattened cock.  Mr
Johnson continued driving, thankful that there wasn't much traffic to contend
with.  Abbie carefully pulled his cock from his pants and looked at it.  It
seemed very large and very fat.  She wondered how it would feel, how well it
would fit inside her.  

Closing her eyes for a moment, Abbie thought back to the video blowjobs she'd
witnessed.  Like those girls, she wrapped her fist around the base of his cock
and looked at it.  Even partly concealed, it was still imposing.  She didn't
want to disappoint him, but she didn't see how she could fit very much of it in
her mouth.  

With a swallow, Abbie put her head down in his lap.  She guided his cock into
her mouth, taking it as deep as she could immediately.  Mr Johnson hit a pot
hole and the jostling of the car forced his cock to the opening of her throat.
She gagged and pulled back, coughing.  

"Are you okay?  You don't have choke yourself."

"I want it to be good for you."  She replied.

"This is already very good for me.  Don't worry.  Just put me in your mouth and
move your hand up and down."

Taking his advice she sucked him back into her mouth and began jerking his cock
with her hand.  She wanted very much for her first blowjob to be a success so
she sucked as hard as she could, as though she was trying to suck the cum out
of him before he could ejaculate.  Her attentions did suck a moan out of him
and he pulled the car over to put it in park.  

"Oh, that's good Abbie.  Keep doing that, keep doing that."  He said as he put
his hands in her hair.  He pulled it back, so he could see her lips wrapped
around his cock.  Her small hands squeezing his member.  

Mr Johnson could feel his cum building up.  Filling his shaft in anticipation
of his oncoming orgasm.  

"Ah, faster.  That's it.  That's it Abbie.  I'm cum--"  She worked faster,
somewhat afraid, but not wanting to disappoint.  His cock contracted in her
fist and its head seemed to grow before exploding.  She braced herself and his
cum shot to the back of her throat.  Again she felt herself wanting to gag, but
she swallowed the salty tasting cum as quickly as she could.  Finally it
stopped
convulsing and she sat still, mouth closed over his erection and waited.  She
wasn't sure if she should release him now.  For his part, Mr Johnson was
feeling very satisfied, but in no rush to take her from his cock.  He looked
around the quiet neighborhood and smiled at his good fortune.  Abbie would make
a very nice fuck toy.  

After several minutes he gently lifted her up off his cock, and turned on the
cabin light.  

"Let's see, I wouldn't want to take you back to your parents' with cum on your
chin or anything like that."

"Ah, there's a little."  He continued.  He took his finger and scooped a small
amount of his spunk off the side of her mouth.  "Open wide.  There's a good
girl."

"Was I good?"  She asked after swallowing his gift.

"You were very good.  That was your first blowjob?"

"Y-yeah, you could tell?"

"Well, it wasn't entirely obvious.  What was obvious was that you put a lot of
effort into it--and a good effort it was."  He said with a grin.

"T-thank you.  It's getting late, I better get home."

The rest of the drive to her house was uneventful.  Abbie thought about Mr
Johnson and his cock and the way he'd used his tongue earlier.  She wondered
briefly about Mrs Johnson.  How terrible would it be if she found out?  Abbie
quickly pushed that thought to the back of her mind.  

Finally, Mr Johnson said good night to her.  Though she felt the urge to end
the evening with a kiss, she was terribly afraid that her parents might be
watching from the house.  She settled for quiet "good night" and ran up the
stairs to her house, anxious to get up to her bed and consider all that had
happened that day.

--
Copyright Jack L Potter 2001 
 


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