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The Babysitter's Discovery Part 2 of 2
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.
Continue to The Babysitter's Discovery Part 3.
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