Amy's Discoveries, by Dickus Bigus

codes: g_solo

Amanda Braddock was a cute child. She had long, black hair, framing her harmonic, pretty face with little perky nose and big, dark brown eyes. She was rather petite - both short and slim, but real shapely. Even already at that age it was apparent she will be a real heartbreaker one day - only in a few more years.

She was also real intelligent for an 8-year-old. That was partly because of her family situation. Amanda's mom left her and her father when the girl was only four. The women escaped with a used cars dealer.

Because of that Amy had to take much more care of herself than it would normally be required. She was a bright child and never complained.

Amanda's father, Jason, was a computer specialist, a prime class programmer. He would usually work at home, spending long hours, night after night, in his den, typing his fingers away, while neat rows of numbers and commands rushed through his display. He would hardly ever leave his room - the most important reason was to go shopping once a week. Since Amanda was six, she would take care of most things around the house, leaving the hardest house works she could not cope with for her father. She learned to cook all by herself and did it, or at least tried.

Despite his strange situation Amy grew up happily. She was a quiet girl - would rather read or scribble in her diary instead of watching TV or running around the neighborhood. She learned to operate the computer even before she learned to write. She got her father's old computer when she was six. Being a loner, she would often start to browse the internet, searching for friends.

That evening her father was in his den, as usual. Amy left him there with a whole jar a fresh, steaming coffee she made for him and went back to her room, intending to check her mail and maybe chat some with her friends if they were online. She kicked back her shoes and trousers. It was soon time to bed anyway, so she decided it'll be much more comfortable only wearing a t-shirt and her panties.

She turned the computer of and waited for it to boot. As soon as it was up, she started her Opera and typed in the address of her mail server. After thirty seconds it was apparent that something was wrong with the connection. Amy scratched her forehead. Her father might be using it, she though. She clicked the icon of their internal LAN messenger. It appeared she was not connected. She sighed and got up.

She trod down the hall back to her father's den. She knocked.

- Come in, pumpkin! - her father's voice was heard from behind the door.

- Hi - the man said, turning to face her - What's up?
- Dad, the router is disconnected, my computer's offline - she said.
- Let me check - Jason turned back to his display. With a few clicks he minimized all the open windows and invoked the router control panel. He browsed the information for a few moments.

- Strange... - he murmured, putting his head under his desk, where pile of cables the size of his arm ran. He checked the front panel of a small router installed in there.

- Honey... - he said, emerging from under the desk - I'm sorry, but apparently it some problem with the cables. Did you check if your end is plugged in?
- Sure I did - she shrugged - OK, whatever, that can wait.
- You know what, if you want, you can use my computer - Jason smiled - I was intending to call it quits for today anyway, so the machine is available if you desire - he smiled to his daughter.
- Gee, dad! Thanks - Amy grinned happily - That's way cool!

The man saved all his work and closed all open windows.

- You can re-login, if you wish, or you can just use my profile. Just remember to save all your files into the exchange folders - he patted her on the back, passing her and leaving the den.
- Oh, in case we didn't see, goodnight, honey. Don't stay online to long.
- Dad, it's Saturday tomorrow! - she protested weakly.
- Don't stay up to long - he repeated smiling and left.

Amy took a seat in front of the computer. The chair was still warm from her father's body. She adjusted the height of the seat and the flat panel display. She just loved using hr father's computer - he has crated an environment that made the user forget about the outside world and concentrate completely on the communication interface in front of their face.

Amy checked her mail and wrote a few replies. She also dropped to a local chat room, but nobody interesting was in there. She had a quick look over a few websites she visited regularly and read the newest chapter of her favorite online comic.

She decided it was about time to finish; she glanced at the watch in the corner - she already spent over an hour online. Yup, it was time to go to sleep, especially that nothing interesting was taking place.

She closed all the open windows and looked over the desktop again. Only then she noticed another icon on the system tray in the corner. She knew it, it was Kazaa.

Apparently her father was downloading some music again. Jason was proud to have over ten thousand songs in his music library. The mp3 files were burned into DVD-Roms and, neatly described, rested on the shelf beside his books about programming.

Curious what is it this time, Amy clicked the icon and maximized the application.

She wasn't surprised to noticed her was downloading jpg images instead of music files. Apparently he needed some pictures for one of his projects. She was about to minimize the program again and leave, when one of the filenames drew her attention.

"PTHC 8yo sprea eagle.jpg" she read. The file status was "completed". She started a file browser and found Kazaa's download folder. There were already several files downloaded in there, quite many of them in fact. She located the one that attracted her curiosity and clicked it. And image viewer opened, displaying the jpg file.

Amy gasped, almost jumping up in the chair. She cover her mouth in disbelief.

What she saw, was a photograph of a girl, apparently her age, maybe a bit older, sitting on a chair. The girl was completely naked. She held her legs spread wide, high in the air, holding her ankles wit her hands. Her cunny was perfectly visible, with the pink snatch slightly open. Her cunny lips were parted and the darker, pink insides were easy to see. The girl grinned happily.

Amy looked at the photograph in disbelief. It must have been some mistake, what for would her daddy like to have such an image, she though. She pressed space to check out the rest of the files. Another photograph was displayed and it was very much like the first one, presenting the same girl. Only this time she knelt with her bum toward the camera.

There were more photographs and all of them showed little naked girls. Amy managed to overcome the initial shock and now she watched those with real curiosity. She was especially interested in seeing the images that presented girls that were a bit older, those around 10 or 11, who started to grow breasts and hair on heir cunnys.

There were about twenty photographs altogether, a few more were downloading. Amanda closed the picture viewer and leaned back in the chair. Why would her dad download such a thing? Did he watch it? Did he like that kind of stuff? It seemed so. There must be more of it, she judged. There must be more of such files, she was sure, and she was very curious to watch more of them. It was so naughty, so filthy, so exciting for this 8-year-old to think that her father liked to view naked little girls.

She knew why was that. When she was six, she asked her dad about boys and girls and where babies come from. He told her all she asked and he also told her a few thing about mommies and daddies. And why some daddies are all alone.

So that was why he didn't want to have any sex, Amy thought. She was now determined to find any material Jason could have on his computer. She knew how to find things, but that was difficult. If she looked for jpg files, there would be thousands of these, for sure. After a moment she decided to use part of the filename. She typed "pthc" info the search box and clicked. It wasn't before several minutes that first results started to show up. Soon the list was well over two hundred files and more were showing up. She noticed not only pictures - also mpgs and txt files. She stopped the search and clicked the fist file in the listbox.

The folder didn't open as she expected, instead a password prompt came up. She started at it, surprised. Her dad never had any secrets from her and he never passworded anything on his computer. They always simply used their names to log into their profiles and the passwords were always blank.

She looked at the prompt again. It meant what was in the folder was really naughty and dirty. And she wanted to have it, really wanted.

- Amy? - the door creaked. In a fraction of second she maximized a browser window, showing some junk in the temporary folder.
- I'm finished, daddy - she turned around, smiling - Will you repair he LAN tomorrow.
- Sure I will honey, but now it's time to go to bed, really - he returned the smile, looking as his little girl logged off and turned the computer off.

- Will you turn on sharing for the main documents folder, dad? I got some of my stuff in there - she looked up at him, while they walked toward their rooms. The man nodded.
- Sure, pumpkin. Anything. Tomorrow - he looked down at her and kissed her - Now go to sleep - Amy's dad gently patted her panty clad butt.

Amy closed the door behind her. She was excited and nervous. Her discovery was something real serious and she was confused and unsure what to think about it.

She turned off the light and sat on the bed, trying to make something out of it all. She read about such things on some websites. It was called child pornography or pedofilia, and she knew it was illegal. And that meant her dad was a criminal. She shook her head in disbelief. Apparently that wasn't as bad as they described. Her dad was normal and he didn't behave like criminal. And the fact he liked to watch naked little girls...

Damn, Amy though suddenly, if he liked to watch he could just ask. She would gladly let him watch her take a shower or even just let him watch her undress. Thinking about it caused some strange tickling inside her tummy and lower, in her cunny. These were her last thoughts before she drifted off into sleep. She also decided she had to get into that passworded folder and see all the files her dad hid in there.

The next day she woke up late. She stretched her arms and yawned. There was a knock on her door.

- Come in, daddy - she said. Jason entered her room. He held a jar of steaming tea.
- Hi, pumpkin - he said, kissing her on hr forehead - I came to fix the network for you. And I thought you'd like some hot drink. Got any cup?
- On the desk - she sat up and pointed her hand. Then she remembered what she found the previous day in her dad's computer. She inhaled slowly, thoughts rushing through her mind. She got a strange, naughty idea. Under her covers, slowly, so that her dad wouldn't notice that, she pulled her panties off, down her legs and past her knees until she took them completely off.

Her t-shirt was long enough to cover everything, so she got up and walked toward her father. The man was crouched under her desk, checking the plugs on the back of her computer.

- Pumpkin? - he said, not turning around - Can you check the plug by the door?

She sighed and slowly walked toward an additional switch by the door. That posed an opportunity - she decided. She bent over and looked down at the plug. She felt her t-shirt ride up and felt cool air on her buttocks and on her now exposed cunny lips. That was exactly what she wanted. Everything was alright. And so naughty.

- Dad! - she said loudly pulling the plug slightly out of the socket - Can you look?
- What is it? - she heard him turn around, he pushed her chair aside. There was a moment of silence.

- Amy, pumpkin, you're a big girl, shouldn't you wear your panties? - he asked slowly in a somewhat shaky voice.
- I just got up, daddy! - she opposed.
- Whatever... What's it? - Jason asked, approaching her. He looked down and pushed the plug back into place. Then, without a word, he returned to her computer and clicked a few times.

- I suppose it's something downstairs after all, I need to look over the switch in the living room - he said and left. She shrugged. Maybe he wasn't a, what they called it? A pedofile, yes, that was the word; maybe he wasn't one after all.

By the time she was finished with her breakfast Jason managed to fix the problem and her computer was back online. He announced that, together with an information that he was going to visit a friend of him. Although she knew the man and his daughter she said it would be alright with her to stay home alone. Jason kissed her and left.

As soon as his car disappeared behind the neighbors' house, she was in her father's den, logging into his computer. In no time at all she found the folder that contained the pictures of little girls. A familiar password prompt came up. She thinked for a moment and typed "jason". The system turned the password down. She tried again, changing the case of the letters. No go. Then she started to try all the most probable words. His favorite football team, date of birth, Amy's mother's name (though that was hardly probable). Finally she typed "Amy" into the box. Nothing.

"Amanda". She pressed Enter. "Access granted" read the prompt and the folder opened.

- Yeah! - she exclaimed. She selected the whole folder and started to copy it into the exchange folder on her computer upstairs. There were a few hundred megabytes of data in it. She closed all file browser windows, only leaving the copying process in the background and left her father's den. She ran upstairs, jumping two steps at a time.

The files were all on her hard drive now. They were some huge collection, organized neatly into separate folders. There were photos, movies and texts, at least that's what she noticed from the directory structure. She entered the first folder. There were fifty or so subfolders, most of them named with girls names preceded by a number, apparently an age. She entered the first one that read "5yo Sue". There were some jpgs inside, so she clicked the first one. The image viewer opened, displaying a little girl, apparently really 5-year-old, start naked. The following jpgs showed the same girl in different poses.

Amy was breathless, she browsed though the folders, checking the photos. There were plenty of them, all showing young girls, some younger than her, some a bit older, most of them more or less naked. Some where just soft pictures, some were real hardcore porn, with the girls spreading their cunny lips or their buttocks open.

Her breath got ragged and she was real excited. She also felt the tickling inside her tummy, just as it had taken place the previous evening. She scratched her cunny lips and, surprised, noticed that the white cotton of her panties was slightly damp. That was something new for her.

She opened another folder to view some more photos. She gasped when she saw what came up on screen.

It was a girl, most probably her age, in fact very much resembling Amy. She had the same kind of long, dark hair and was about the same posture. The girl was only wearing her t-shirt, but she held it tugged around her waist, holding it in place with her hand. She was naked from waist down. She crouched with her knees wide apart and held her cunny lips spread aside with the fingers of her other hand. Amy pressed space to rewind to the next image.

She almost fell from her chair. The girl on the photo was in the same position. And she peed. A thick, yellow stream of translucent liquid speared from between her pink pussy lips and splashed on the grass between the girls feet.

Amy felt some strange, sudden spasm inside her pussy. It wasn't unpleasant.

Enough for photos, the girl decide. She moved up in the folder tree and entered the one described as "movies". There were a few subfolders as well. Amy entered the first one and glanced over the filenames.

"12yo masturbate.avi" drew her attention. She clicked it and media player opened.

The movie was some hidden camera. It showed a girl, sitting on a bed, with nice, long her. She wore shorts and a black t-shirt. It seemed that she didn't know about the camera. Soon she started to stroke her crotch. Amy watched, amazed. She felt her panties were getting more and more damp.

The girl in the movie took off her shorts. She had some nice, black, plain panties on. She put her hand inside her panties and started to stroke her cunny. Amy stopped to movie and yanked the waistband of her panties away from her body. She looked at the display again and put her hand into her panties, gently brushing her cunny lips. It as nice and sent shivers through her body. She pressed space to start the movie playing again.

Amy looked at the display and tried to imitate the girl's action. She lied down on the bed and pulled her panties off, so Amy got up and also pulled her panties off. She tossed them on the floor and sat back on her chair. She started to stroke and brush her cunny just like the girl in the movie. She noticed that the feeling inside her cunny was much more intense and strong when she touched the little nub on the top of her cleft. From her books and from internet she knew it was called clitoris. She pressed it some harder and whined quietly with the pleasurable, intense feeling that washed over her body.

She looked at the display again, the girl panted and breathed heavily, furiously stroking the insides of her cunny her fingers. Amy did the same. It was more and more exciting. The girl noticed she was getting more and more wet with every stroke. Some hot, slimy juice was coming from her virginal opening, deep between her legs. She put the tips of her fingers on the opening and scooped some of the slime, smearing it all over her cunny and especially over her small clit, that now seemed to get larger and even more sensitive.

Amy no longer looked on the screen. She now furiously massaged her cunny, driving her wet, slick, sticky fingers deep between her cunny lips. She started to loose her breath when suddenly a wave of strange, unknown pleasure washed over her, overwhelming her mind and body. She literally froze, her fingers still buried in her girlish cleft. She shivered, and closed her eyes.

That was something strange and unknown. Well, of course, she knew about masturbation and what happened to her was apparently "orgasm" as she read about it in books. She was real intelligent and educated for her age. But it was the first time it happened to her for real.

She hardly heard the door downstairs being closed.

- Amy, pumpkin! - her father's voice was heard - I'm home!

She jumped up in surprise, trying to do all the things at once. With one hand she was closing the movie viewer and all the folders and with the other she tried to reach for her panties and bring them up from the floor.

Her computer was already off and her panties were back nicely, tightly cladding her butt when she heard a knock on her door. It was a custom in that particular home to always knock and both of them always obeyed it. She was glad now.

- Come in, daddy - she said.
- What's that, little lady? - Jason grinned - Still your bed clothes? I see you at least put something on your booty, huh?

She smiled. She felt somewhat uneasy and the wet crotch of her panties formed an uncomfortable wedgie, but she was happy and glad with her new experience.

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This is not the end of little Amanda's adventures. Be sure to read part two of the story, where she takes on her dad!

Dickus Bigus
