Copyright 2004 by Dickus Bigus

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Amy's Discoveries, part two
by Dickus Bigus 2004

g_solo, Mg (dad/daught), inc, anal, rom

8-year-old Amy craned her neck and had another look. What she saw was one of the most unusual views in her whole life if not the most unusual. It would be such for any 8-year-old. First of all, what she saw was upside-down. Oh, that wouldn't be as strange if not for the reasons.

Amanda Braddock knelt on the floor, back toward the full length mirror on the inside of her closet door. She bent down low, to look between her legs. What she saw was a crazy sight. She was stark naked, so the mirror reflected the full moon of her completely bare, pale, pink butt. The darker opening of her butthole was clearly visible, as little Amy spread her buttocks to the sides with her hands. Her index fingers slowly inched their way toward the brownish rosebud. Shyly, they approached until she pressed her finger tips and brushed them over the wrinkled, tightened opening.

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Amy's life entered a whole new phase when she accidentally discovered her father collected child porn. She browsed the internet often enough to know that was the right name for all the strange files Jason had on his hard drive.

She felt a little bit bad about invading his privacy, but the movies, photos and stories she found were so strange, naughty, unusual and exciting for her that she didn't much care. Just as exciting, naughty and unusual was the effect the discovery had on her. Just a few days, watching one of her father's dirty movies that presented a masturbating preteen, the girl masturbated herself and orgasmed for the first time in her 8 year long life.

Little Amy had a big problem now.

She was not sure what to do about her discovery. She suspected her dad would be rather angry that she broke into his computer and searched his private hard disk and she didn't like the prospect of making him angry. He was a loving, caring father and the girl would never deliberately do something to displease him. At the same time, she felt some new, strange urge, some freaky feeling that develop during the last few days. Now, that she knew her dad lusted after little girls like herself, and after her first serious self-erotic discoveries she felt there was something that linked both of these things. In a vague, half conscious way she expected she should come out with some suggestion and that maybe he would accept her.

After the initial fun she had with all the movies and pictures Amanda soon grew bored of it. After seeing a few of those, you've seen them all really. The movies were just a few types: girls alone - just naked or doing some naughty things like strip dancing and showing off; there were girls with other girls, same age or older, doing all sorts of naughty things; and finally there were girls with adult men, having most sorts of sex.

One thing that caught her attention was that in the case of the younger girls, usually those real little, under her own age, men would rather put their things into the girls' bums instead of their pussies.

Being curious why is that so, she decided to start reading the stories, huge collection of which she found in one of her daddy's secret folders. Soon she found there were many of them and learned to distinguish. They were marked with something that seemed to be a sort of secret code, but tracking down a website link she found in one of them, she also found a document describing those secret codes. Now she stalked every occurrence of the word "anal", knowing such a story would describe a situation where the heroes had "bum sex" as she herself called it.

Amy's father worked at home and he rarely left, usually only to buy food or other goods and sometimes if he visited an important client. On the other hand, he was so deep into his work he also hardly ever left his den, located downstairs, where he spent his days typing away his fingers to the bones, coding programs, designing and preparing applications.

Amy would use it to her advantage. She would come back from school, kiss her dad, eat her dinner and disappear into her room, where she could freely read the files she copied into her own private folder. Daddy taught her to read when she was only five and now she literally devoured file after file with her hungry, young, excited eyes, swallowing the blinking lines of text shining on her computer screen. She was gathering her new knowledge.

Every now and then, especially when she encountered a real naughty action, a hot story, her hand would slide almost unconsciously into her panties, searching for her puffy, still childish pussy lips and the sweet, little button at the top of her cleft. Since the very first day she learned that stroking, massaging, pinching her little clit would give her the most pleasure. Not, reading the stories her daddy gathered she grew more confident about her actions and feelings. She learned.

It took her a few days and especially a few long nights that she spent reading and watching, before she decided to investigate her body further. She was lucky enough to find a thorough description in one of the stories. The story described a summer camp for girls. One of the chapters depicted in a detailed way a "trial" the girls did. Amy judged it would be a right experience for her, before she tried anything non-solo.

And here she was now, kneeling on the floor, watching her butt intently in the mirror. It was not a sight a regular 8-year-old girlie would watch every day, so Amy watched curiously. Her buttocks were pale, with slight tan lines Amanda got a few weeks before, during her summer holidays.

Now she observed in awe how her own fingers crawled, spreading her buttocks aside, crawled toward the darker, brownish rosebud in the middle of her lovely cleavage. She shivered when she felt the touch of her soft, gentle fingertips on the wrinkled, tightened opening. That was a new, strange, naughty sensation. In the past she felt a faint echo of this a few times, when she wiped her bum. Now it was something stronger, bolder, something that almost overwhelmed her.

Her fingers probed further, one of them pressing gently against the tightened muscular ring. She massaged her back orifice with her fingertip, all the time watching her own actions in the mirror. It was before long that she felt the familiar tickling sensation and she could say she was getting moist inside her pussy again, just as it happened a few times before.

The touch and pressure on her sphincter was something new, exciting and definitely really naughty. The naughtiness of what she did only added more to her excitement.

She relaxed, like she did in the toilet and pushed her finger further. It went past the initial muscular barrier and sunk deep into her childish butthole. Amy gasped in surprise, feeling her digit inside her bum. For a few moments she just froze, savoring the new, amazing, naughty feeling. It wasn't bad at all. Then she tried lightly moving her finger around. The insides of her asshole was warm, soft, slightly moist. And, to her surprise, it was empty. Nothing in tere, though the girlie wasn't exactly sure what did she expect to find in there. Something rather unpleasant, so it was even better it wasn't there, she decided.

She lowered her head to look into the mirror. She saw her buttock high in the air. The darker opening in the middle was tightly surrounding her finger, that completely disappeared inside. She shivered. The image of her own nudity and naughtiness was special. Partly nasty, mostly cool and exciting. She felt the strange, tickling feeling somewhere at the lower part of her tummy.

She moved her finger around in her butt. It felt strange, the sensation of something moving inside in there was so new and so strange for Amy. She pressed the tip of her finger down and felt as if it touched something inside her pussy. They were real close, she thought. For a moment she hesitated, then she changed her position to lie on her side and hesitantly massaged her pink, fat, puffy cunny lips. She licked her finger and slowly massaged her pink, girlish cleft. It felt great, she already learned that during the last days since she found her father's collection.

She also tried putting her finger into her pussy, but so far she didn't succeed. There was something inside, obstructing the entrance that kept her from probing her fanny. When she tried to push more last evening it was unpleasant and she gave up. But now, with her finger burried deep in her bum she was determined to try again, even if it was going to be hard.

She pushed her other finger past her cunny lips. They spread aside and the girl quickly located the tight, little opening into her tummy. It was slightly wet. It wasn't the first time she noticed the thick, lucid juice. It only came together with the tickling inside her tummy. And it was there now as well. Even a little more that before. She knew it has something to do with all the naughty sex things she saw and did recently.

Amy took a deep breath and started slowly sliding her fingertip into the tunnel of her pussy. At first it went in smoothly, gliding on the slippery juice her cunny produced. Then, as always, she was stopped by something. Some kind of thin, elastic thing that closed the entrance.

The girl moved a little to have a better view in the mirror. She lifted her leg and removed her finger, spreading her pussy lips aside. It didn't help much.

With a sigh she pulled her finger out of her butt. Not even thinking about it, she moved it to her nose and whiffed. Nothing like she expected. It didn't really smell with poo. That was surprising but also good for her. The girl got up and looked on her figure in the mirror. She was slender, quite tall for her age. A dark pink cleft divided the very bottom of her tummy. Her pussy was fat, puffy, the lips stood out proudly. Now they were slightly parted and she noticed some moisture glistening on them. Her girl juice. She looked up and frowned. Her chest was completely flat. Even her big, round, pinkish nipples were flat. Amy wished she had something more in there. Even just a little bit, only something small to cherish and be happy with. She sighed again.

The girl sat on her bed and retrieved a hand mirror from a drawer. She put her legs wide apart and moved the mirror, adjusting it so that she could see her fanny in it. Then she spread the fat lips with her other hand. The insides were dark pink, almost red in places. A few drops of thick liquid glistened on the edges and in the middle of it. He moved her finger toward the darker opening and lightly pulled it aside, to look into it.

There was something inside it. Some kind of thin, translucent kind of skin or a veil, some strange tissue. It was the obstruction inside her cunny. Well, too bed, she decided, she'll have to do some research about it on Internet. So far she had to return to her A plan. Involving her bum.

She put the hand mirror back in place and took her place kneeling on the floor again. Once again she looked into the mirror, spreading her buttocks as much aside as she could. The rosebud of her butt opened, stretched overtly and a dark, black cavern of her bowel was shown. She looked around for what she prepared to play with.

It was a tube of hand cream and a short candle. She saw a girl in one of her dad's movies put a candle into her bum and she was determined to do the same. If she wanted her daddy to b able to have sex with her (and she wanted it more than anything else), she had to be sure he could do it. And the candle was going to be a test.

Of course, she realized her dad's thing might be bigger, but anyway Amy needed something to start her training with. That's what she called it: "Training for Daddy".

Now the time has come. She let go of her buttocks and applied a thick layer of the hand cream on the end of the candle. Then she knelt down again and looked into the mirror. With her trembling hands she pressed the creamy end of the wax cylinder against the opening of her butt. She pushed lightly. It was tightly closed. She tried relaxing and pushed with her stomach muscles like she did while she pooped. It helped just like before and her butt opened. The candle speared in, sinking deep.

It was thicker and much harder than her finger and in the first moment Amy lost her breath. The sensation was enormous. She felt strangely hot and she started to sweat very much. Sh also felt the feeling inside her pussy and realized something dribbled from her girl opening. She moved her hand and touched her fanny. It was moist. And more of it was coming form inside of her body.

She took a deep breath and moved the candle around in her butt. The sensations were so intense she whined quietly. She pulled it out partly and then slid back in... That as a revelation. The way her body reacted was so new, intense, amazing, so naughty.

And then she heard a knock on the door. Holly cow! Amy froze.

- Honey? - her dad's voice was heard.
- Uhm, moment, daddy, OK?
- Sure! - he replied.

She pulled the candle out of her butt and threw it under the bad, together with the cream tube. Then she grabbed a T-shirt from the closet and pulled it on. It was long enough to cover her butt. There was no time to do anything else.

- Come in, daddy! - she called.

Jason opened the door and entered, looking around.

- How is it, darling? - he asked - What're you about?

Amy's jaw dropped. Her mind was blank for a moment and then she realized it's a perfect opportunity to start carrying on her plan.

- It's... Uhm... I... I've been watching my body in the mirror, dad. Don't get angry...
- Angry? - he laughed shortly - Why should I? It's only quite natural to do it sometimes. Why so?
- Oh, you know, it's just that I wanted to check if I'm growing, you know.
- I see... - he smiled at his daughter - And what's the outcome, are you?
- Not really... - she frowned - I mean, I'd like to have some bust already, you know...
- Oh, darling - he crouched in front of her. Amy could feel his after shave. Kind of irritating but nice nevertheless.

- I believe you still have a few years for that, don't you, honey? - he looked at her seriously and jokingly patted her butt.
- And put on your panties, little lady - he grinned. She nodded her head.
- I can see it was some serious "watching oneself", huh?
- Yup - she admitted - I was thinking about how you told me where babies come from, remember?
- Yes - he was serious, but smiled all the time - Anything about it?
- I wonder about the details, like, you know what I mean, when mom and dad... You know... - she said.
- Want to talk further about it? - Jason asked seriously. His little daughter nodded.
- OK. No problem, honey. But I suggest you get dressed some more and we eat the dinner first, is that all right with you?

It was all right with Amy.

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to be continued


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