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Subject: {ASSM} The Babysitter's Discovery 01 {Jack Potter} (Mf MFf Mf f-solo oral anal)
Date: Thu,  6 Sep 2001 14:10:02 -0400
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Author's Note:  This my first go at a trashy serial.  The story codes I've
listed are what I have planned for the entire story and are subject to change. 
In fact, if you don't see a code you'd like to see or you'd just like to
suggest a plot twist, send me an email.  Since the story hasn't been finished
yet, I'll do my best to work in any suggestions.

My email address:  JackLPotter@yahoo.com

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

On the web site you'll find my other stories, and the other parts to this story
as they are completed.  

And now, onto the story:



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


For the third Friday night in a row, Abbie had a relaxing night in front of the
television to look forward to.  Mr and Mrs Johnson had pulled away in their
shiny black BMW.  They'd been dressed in formal wear for a night on the town 
that Abbie, at fourteen years old, could only dream about.  She'd imagine
dinners complete with long white table clothes and deep red wine.  They'd be
accompanied by a violin soloist and follow dinner with an evening spent
dancing the tango.  It'd be lovely, to be sure.

In usual fashion Abbie had prepared macaroni and cheese, served on children's
plastic dinnerware, for James Jr.  For entertainment they'd played tic-tac-toe
and drawn in coloring books before settling on a video of Barney the talking
purple dinosaur.  Following a rousing chorus of "I love you, you love me",
Abbie'd rushed little James off to bed.  

Abbie spent several minutes flipping through lousy network television before
she decided a video would be in order.  She'd looked through the Johnsons'
video collection before.  It was small and most of the movies she'd seen
already, but it would be better than what was on.  So she opened the wooden
cabinet door and began fingering through the movies.  "Jerry Maguire".  No.
"The Princess Bride".  Good, but she'd seen it a hundred times before.  "The
Usual Suspects".  No.  "Fight Club".  No.  "The Last of the Mohicans".
"Braveheart".  "Look Who's Talking".  "Grease."  No.  No.  No.  And no.  "Our 
Wedding, 1993".  God, No.  "Good Girls Gone Bad".  What?  

She pulled the oversized box out to get a better look.  On the cover were
several young girls with pony tails and plaid skirts.  One was lying on her
back, with one hand inside her clearly displayed white cotton panties.  Abbie's
mouth was ajar, her breath caught.  She turned it over to look at the back.
There were more pictures, including a girl holding a penis to her open mouth. 
Abbie shut her own mouth and swallowed hard.  

After several minutes of just looking at the video box, guilt got the better of
her.  She replaced the box, shut the cabinet door, and returned to the couch.
She stared at the television, eyes glazed, legs spread slightly apart.  Despite
the zoned-out look her mind was quite actively weighing her options.  There was
no doubt in her mind as to which video she wanted to watch.  But what if she 
got caught?  

The Johnsons have never been home anywhere near this early before, she thought
to herself.  The earliest they've ever come home is still hours away.  James is
a sound sleeper, too, he wouldn't wake up.  He never has before.  But what if
something really horrible happens, like the VCR eats the tape?  No, that
wouldn't happen--would it?

Abbie's thinking continued along those lines for a number of minutes, but there
really wasn't any doubt she wouldn't watch the video.  She never could help 
herself if her curiosity was in the picture.  She'd always known what all of
her
Christmas and birthday presents were well in advance of actually opening them.
She'd gotten in trouble numerous times for snooping.  She loved to read her
siblings' diaries or dig through her parents closet.  She could be quite sure
there weren't any videos like this in her own house.

This, Abbie thought, will be exciting.  She opened the wood cabinet door
again and pulled out "Good Girls Gone Bad".  She slid the video out of its
cardboard home and much to her surprise found a small handwritten note inside.
It read:

  Honey,
    I know how much you like those hot little schoolgirls.  Think of me 
  when you're watching those cute little cocksuckers this weekend.  I 
  hope you'll be good and horny for me when I get back Monday.  

  Your fuck toy

Abbie's mouth was once again ajar.  She was trying to imagine Mrs Johnson
saying such things.  She seemed so...  nice.  Sure, she could imagine (and from
now on, would imagine) Mr Johnson watching pornography.  Most men do, right?
But she couldn't imagine a nice woman like Mrs Johnson going out and buying a
video like this for her husband.  That thought raised another question in young
Abbie's mind:  Where would she go to buy a video like this in the first place?

Shaking those questions aside, Abbie put the little handwritten note aside and
replaced the Barney video with "Good Girls Gone Bad".  She returned to the 
couch and turned the television's volume all the way down before hitting play.
The video wasn't rewound all the way and the action began immediately.  Four
pony-tailed girls were in a very fake looking locker room.  They were all in 
various states of undress except for the girl laying down on one of the locker
room benches--she was completely nude.  One girl was standing over the nude
girl wearing only a bra.  She was crouching over the girl's face.  Another girl
was bent-over, biting the other's nipple.  The camera zoomed in on that girl's
ass.  Abbie could see her hairless pussy lips.  The third girl--now out of the
scene--had been lapping up the nude girl's juices.  

"Bleh, fast-forward."  Abbie said aloud to herself.

The VCR whined for a while as the four locker room girls finished up.  Abbie
pushed play, hoping for something a little more co-ed.  She got her wish.  Now
on screen were two guys shooting pool as one of the pony-tailed girls skipped
in
wearing a cheerleader's outfit. 

"Give me a break."  

They started talking and Abbie remembered that she'd turned the volume all the 
way down.  She debated for a second whether or not to turn the volume up, but
in the end decided not to.  Instead she hit fast-forward and watched until the
cheerleader got down on her knees between the two guys.  Abbie hit play as the
girl removed two very large dicks from their pants.  

"Oh, wow."  Abbie said breathlessly.

As the cheerleader alternated taking the two cocks into her mouth, Abbie
slouched on the couch, her legs parting more.  She watched the cheerleader
tea-bag their balls and jerk their cocks with her little hands.  Abbie's
fingers slid lower from their resting place on her tight young stomach.  She
could feel her crotch tingling.

The guys bent the cheerleader over the corner of the pool table.  On one end,
one of the guy's removed the rest of his clothes as the girl continued to give
him head.  Abbie's fingers moved under the waistband of her jean shorts and
pink panties.  Her eyes were fixed on the man's rippled stomach and the bulging
veins at the base of his cock.  The other man had taken a cue stick and was
rubbing the fat end of it against the girls wet cunt lips.  Abbie's fingers
made their way through her light growth of pubic hair and in between her own
wet lips.  

The guy at her mouth put his hands in her hair and began thrusting into her.
The other guy abandoned the pool cue in favor of his own stick.  He roughly
slapped her ass and thrust at her little ass pushing her mouth further onto the
other guy's cock.  Her own mouth open and her breathing ragged, Abbie's fingers
continued to pick up steam, rapidly bouncing her overinflated clit around.  Her
legs were taunt and started to quiver so she slowed down.  She pressed her
fingers more firmly against her foaming pussy.  The men on the television
screen pulled out of their video slut and returned her to her knees.  Abbie
watched them jerk off onto the begging whore's face.  As their thick pearly 
cum began to cover the girl's cheeks, Abbie closed her eyes and, with her
stomach muscles clenched to the point of cramping, felt shivers of orgasm roll
through her body.  

Abbie only allowed herself a short moment before she stopped the tape and took
it from the VCR.  She carefully placed the video and the note she'd found
back into the cardboard box and returned it to the wooden cabinet.  She then
went to the bathroom to wash her hands, before returning to the sofa.  After
laying there enjoying her afterglow for several minutes she got worried and 
forced herself to recheck that she'd taken care of everything properly.  She 
got the video out again, and checked to make sure she'd put the note back in 
the box.  She thought briefly about watching more, but felt guilty about her 
earlier indulgence and quickly replaced the video and note once again. 

Several hours later Abbie heard the Johnsons pull up in their BMW.  She took a
nervous glance towards the VCR and went out to greet them.

"Did everything go alright, Abigail?"  Mrs Johnson asked.

"Yes, James was very good."  Abbie replied.

"Good."  Mrs Johnson said with a smile.  Then directing her attention to her
husband, "Be a dear and pay her and take her home.  I'm going up to bed."  

Mr Johnson said good night to her and she kissed him on the cheek before 
heading up to bed.  He then took a look at his watch, did some quick math, and 
started taking bills from his wallet.  

"I wish babysitting paid this well when I was your age."  He said.  "My parents
used to give me a dollar to watch my kid sister for a whole night."

Abbie just smiled at him.  She was feeling a bit guilty and could actually feel
herself starting to blush a little bit.  She didn't dare to speak.  Not even to
say thank you when he handed her the money.

"Are you feeling okay tonight, Abbie?"  He asked.  "You look a little flushed."

"I-I'm fine, Mr Johnson."

"Hey--how many times do I have to tell you?"

"W-What?"  

"My father is Mr Johnson.  You can call me Jim!"  He said with a smile as he
gave her a playful punch in the shoulder.

"Oh, yeah.  Sorry."  She said with a relieved sigh.

"Alright, come on, I'll drive you home."

They drove in relative quiet.  On the radio was some vocal jazz that Mr Johnson
would hum along to while tapping his steering wheel with the beat.  Abbie sat 
their with her legs pressed together and her hands in her lap.  She was trying 
very hard not to think of the video she'd watched earlier but the scene where 
the girl pulled out those two stiff erections kept rising to the forefront of 
her mind. 

She wondered what Mr Johnson did while watching that video.  Did he sit there,
much as she had, but with his cock in hand?  I wonder how big it is, she
thought.  Did he cum while watching those young-looking girls eating each other
out?  Does he ever think of other young girls when he watches those girls on
the video?  Does he ever think of me?

"Oh, Abbie?"  She started.  "Are you going to be around to sit again this
Tuesday?  Maggie has a baby shower to attend and I'll be playing poker with the
guys.  I know it's a school night, but we should hopefully be back by ten."

"I'll have to ask my parents, but I think it'll be okay."

"Great, just give a call over to the house if you can make it.  Oh, and Abbie?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Have a good night."

--
Copyright Jack L Potter 2001

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