Learning the Lifestyle Pt 13 The Party Pt 1
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Learning From a Movie
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Amanda, my Uncle Tim's daughter, and her brother Aiden, had only been here just over a week before I really had time to talk to Amanda. While we had spent some quality time in the shower to get 'acquainted', the remainder of her time had been spent showing her the ropes of the farms operations. Learning the feeding and exercise routines for the horses was perhaps the most taxing for someone that had not been around horses much. She was a quick learner however, and was rapidly getting accustomed to the dirt and dust along with the hard work involved in grooming them.
One quiet afternoon, the two of us were brushing one of the horses and we started to talk a bit about her dad, my Uncle Tim. She had previously told me that he was an asshole, and that was really not something that I had not known, since my visit to the city and the offer from my dad for him to come work for us. His nightly watching over me sleeping on the couch with his cock in hand. I never moved or let on that I knew he was there and doing it in fear of something else happening.
"So, Amanda, your dad…." I started slowly weighing my words carefully before I spoke. "Your dad is kinda perverted isn’t he?" I carefully looked over at her alongside me. "I mean, well, when I visited him in the city…almost every night I was there after I had lain down to sleep, would creep into the room in his robe, and pull my blanket back and look at me."
"Oh my, I am so sorry Frolic. He didn't do anything else did he, I mean, he didn't force you to do…." She embarrassedly looked over with her eyes down in shame.
"No, oh no, I acted like I was asleep and didn't even move. He tried to pull my top off and play with my tits, but I just wiggled in the bed, clutching my nighty tightly, so he gave up."
"If I tell you a story, will you promise not to think that I am horribly stupid? This all happened quite some time ago…well, and continued for a long time, until mom intervened." She spoke softly and in a low tone of voice. I took the curry brush from her hand, and lead her over to the bench along the wall and we sat down.
"Of course not, I would not think that at all," I replied and listened intently as she continued.
"Well, Thursday nights, mom always went to her bridge club, leaving Aiden and I, alone with Dad. We went to bed very early while young, always at 8:00. We were told to get our pajamas on and come say goodnight to dad before we went to our rooms to sleep. Oddly, my usual pajamas were not laid out on the bed instead silky smooth and transparent camisoles with tiny almost nonexistent bottoms of various colors seemed to be the Thursday night theme."
"Aiden always rushed in and hugged dad first, and headed for bed, closing his door before I entered the living room. Being just over a baker's dozen years old, my body had begun to show my maturity. Hair had grown lushly covering my pubic area, dark and curly. I remember taking my fingers and pulling it, twining it around my fingers and giggling, thinking that I should braid it for fun. I also remembered the funny twinges between my legs as I ran my fingers threw it. The hair grew thick on both sides of my labia, and when I ran my fingers along the labia, the twinges seemed much stronger and somehow pleasant."
"My breasts too, had grown from just tiny bumps to soft fleshy mounds. They jiggled like tiny bowls of jello, looking so cute with my nipples rocking back and forth, as they did. I liked cupping my breasts in my hands, pressing them, feeling the warmth my palms on them. I often stood in the mirror, fascinated, lifting them up and releasing them, seeing them move so deliciously. I often tried to put my lips on them, but alas, they were not large enough and my neck would not bend far enough for me to do it."
"So, anyways, this one Thursday night, as I stepped out of my room to say good night, dad patted the couch next to him. He had a small coverlet over his lap, and his hand was under it, and I could see his hand moving. His eyes roved over my body and I do not know why, but I sensed something almost electric at his gaze. I stepped over to him and sat next to him."
"I went to the video store and saw this video, and it reminded me so much of you, that I had to get it. Would you like to watch it with me dear?" he asked as he picked up the remote and hit play, as I nodded my head.
"The title 'Solo Fun' flashed across the screen and faded to a living room scene with a young, small breasted girl wearing almost exactly the same camisole nighty I was wearing. I was so surprised as the camera panned down to her crotch, revealing long curly hair conspicuously framing her cameltoe pussy. The camera continued upward and her dark nipples were taunt and standing up threw the thin transparent material."
"Her hands began a slow caressing of her neck and shoulders, working their way down on the outside of the clothing, fingertips traced the outlines of her breasts in circles. One hand stole down between her legs, and I watched her touching herself thru the panties, up and down, and it seemed that the panties became wet as she continued to work at it."
"She slipped one shoulder out and the camisole fell, exposing one breast completely and barely covered the other. Her hand cupped her breast softly, kneading it like dough, with her white skin oozing out between her fingers."
"Do you like this Amanda? She does look like you, don't you think?" Dad grinned looking at me watching the movie closely. I nodded and continued to watch the girl's actions. "You should try that Amanda, see, what she just did, touch yourself like that."
"Without thinking, my own hands began mimicking the actress in the movie; I slipped the camisole down, exposing my breasts, and cupped my tits, squeezing them softly. Her hands continued to rub on her cameltoe, playfully pulling on the long hairs, until she finally using her fingertips, pulled the material aside, exposing her gorgeous pink labia lips to the camera. I think I gasped, as I had never really seen another pussy before, well, my own, but seeing yourself in the mirror is just not the same as seeing a delicious cunt being spread by fingers exposing the coral pink flesh."
"Show Daddy Amanda, do what she is doing," he spoke encouragingly into my ear. His hand under the blanket was vigorously moving. I struggled to pull my panties aside like the girl did, but was not successful, so I lifted my ass up and pulled them off, tossing them on daddy's lap. Once free of the fetters of the panties, my fingers began working diligently, watching the girl on the screen pushing and pumping at her pussy with her fingers, moaning, her head lolling back and forth, as she stuffed her pussy with her fingers."
"The girl on the screen suddenly started humping her buttocks up, her fingers thrusting deep inside her with each thrust; her moans were more pronounced until she exclaimed that she was cumming, and the camera panned down, close-up on the fingers. I felt my own body responding, a quivering like none I had had before tonight took over. The actress wiggled several moments then quieted her movements, and slowly she pulled her fingers out. I could see the sticky juice her pussy had produced trailing off her fingers as she lifted them to her mouth and tasted them, sucking them into her mouth."
"Looking down at my own pussy, I was the same juices seemingly running down between my ass from my pussy. Using two fingers, I scooped it and put them to my mouth and tasted my own quim for the first time. The sweetness was unlike anything I had tasted before."
"Dad was totally beside himself, watching my fingers dipping into my pussy and then seeing me lick and swallow my fingers, cum and all. This caused him to groan loudly and his hand jerked so hard, the blanket lifted off his lap as huge spurts of his man cum shot in the air landing on his chest and all over the throw blanket. I tried to look over and see what it was that was shooting the white stuff in the air, but his hands covered all but the business end that had erupted, and he quickly pulled the blanket back over himself, hiding me from getting a good look."
"Oh Amanda, you did such a good job. You run along now and get to bed before your mom comes home. You know she will be mad if she finds out you stayed up so late with me." He swatted my little rump as I got up and went to my room, looking over my shoulder at him, and the last of the movie on the TV.
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Amanda, my Uncle Tim's daughter, and her brother Aiden, had only been here just over a week before I really had time to talk to Amanda. While we had spent some quality time in the shower to get 'acquainted', the remainder of her time had been spent showing her the ropes of the farms operations. Learning the feeding and exercise routines for the horses was perhaps the most taxing for someone that had not been around horses much. She was a quick learner however, and was rapidly getting accustomed to the dirt and dust along with the hard work involved in grooming them.
One quiet afternoon, the two of us were brushing one of the horses and we started to talk a bit about her dad, my Uncle Tim. She had previously told me that he was an asshole, and that was really not something that I had not known, since my visit to the city and the offer from my dad for him to come work for us. His nightly watching over me sleeping on the couch with his cock in hand. I never moved or let on that I knew he was there and doing it in fear of something else happening.
"So, Amanda, your dad…." I started slowly weighing my words carefully before I spoke. "Your dad is kinda perverted isn’t he?" I carefully looked over at her alongside me. "I mean, well, when I visited him in the city…almost every night I was there after I had lain down to sleep, would creep into the room in his robe, and pull my blanket back and look at me."
"Oh my, I am so sorry Frolic. He didn't do anything else did he, I mean, he didn't force you to do…." She embarrassedly looked over with her eyes down in shame.
"No, oh no, I acted like I was asleep and didn't even move. He tried to pull my top off and play with my tits, but I just wiggled in the bed, clutching my nighty tightly, so he gave up."
"If I tell you a story, will you promise not to think that I am horribly stupid? This all happened quite some time ago…well, and continued for a long time, until mom intervened." She spoke softly and in a low tone of voice. I took the curry brush from her hand, and lead her over to the bench along the wall and we sat down.
"Of course not, I would not think that at all," I replied and listened intently as she continued.
"Well, Thursday nights, mom always went to her bridge club, leaving Aiden and I, alone with Dad. We went to bed very early while young, always at 8:00. We were told to get our pajamas on and come say goodnight to dad before we went to our rooms to sleep. Oddly, my usual pajamas were not laid out on the bed instead silky smooth and transparent camisoles with tiny almost nonexistent bottoms of various colors seemed to be the Thursday night theme."
"Aiden always rushed in and hugged dad first, and headed for bed, closing his door before I entered the living room. Being just over a baker's dozen years old, my body had begun to show my maturity. Hair had grown lushly covering my pubic area, dark and curly. I remember taking my fingers and pulling it, twining it around my fingers and giggling, thinking that I should braid it for fun. I also remembered the funny twinges between my legs as I ran my fingers threw it. The hair grew thick on both sides of my labia, and when I ran my fingers along the labia, the twinges seemed much stronger and somehow pleasant."
"My breasts too, had grown from just tiny bumps to soft fleshy mounds. They jiggled like tiny bowls of jello, looking so cute with my nipples rocking back and forth, as they did. I liked cupping my breasts in my hands, pressing them, feeling the warmth my palms on them. I often stood in the mirror, fascinated, lifting them up and releasing them, seeing them move so deliciously. I often tried to put my lips on them, but alas, they were not large enough and my neck would not bend far enough for me to do it."
"So, anyways, this one Thursday night, as I stepped out of my room to say good night, dad patted the couch next to him. He had a small coverlet over his lap, and his hand was under it, and I could see his hand moving. His eyes roved over my body and I do not know why, but I sensed something almost electric at his gaze. I stepped over to him and sat next to him."
"I went to the video store and saw this video, and it reminded me so much of you, that I had to get it. Would you like to watch it with me dear?" he asked as he picked up the remote and hit play, as I nodded my head.
"The title 'Solo Fun' flashed across the screen and faded to a living room scene with a young, small breasted girl wearing almost exactly the same camisole nighty I was wearing. I was so surprised as the camera panned down to her crotch, revealing long curly hair conspicuously framing her cameltoe pussy. The camera continued upward and her dark nipples were taunt and standing up threw the thin transparent material."
"Her hands began a slow caressing of her neck and shoulders, working their way down on the outside of the clothing, fingertips traced the outlines of her breasts in circles. One hand stole down between her legs, and I watched her touching herself thru the panties, up and down, and it seemed that the panties became wet as she continued to work at it."
"She slipped one shoulder out and the camisole fell, exposing one breast completely and barely covered the other. Her hand cupped her breast softly, kneading it like dough, with her white skin oozing out between her fingers."
"Do you like this Amanda? She does look like you, don't you think?" Dad grinned looking at me watching the movie closely. I nodded and continued to watch the girl's actions. "You should try that Amanda, see, what she just did, touch yourself like that."
"Without thinking, my own hands began mimicking the actress in the movie; I slipped the camisole down, exposing my breasts, and cupped my tits, squeezing them softly. Her hands continued to rub on her cameltoe, playfully pulling on the long hairs, until she finally using her fingertips, pulled the material aside, exposing her gorgeous pink labia lips to the camera. I think I gasped, as I had never really seen another pussy before, well, my own, but seeing yourself in the mirror is just not the same as seeing a delicious cunt being spread by fingers exposing the coral pink flesh."
"Show Daddy Amanda, do what she is doing," he spoke encouragingly into my ear. His hand under the blanket was vigorously moving. I struggled to pull my panties aside like the girl did, but was not successful, so I lifted my ass up and pulled them off, tossing them on daddy's lap. Once free of the fetters of the panties, my fingers began working diligently, watching the girl on the screen pushing and pumping at her pussy with her fingers, moaning, her head lolling back and forth, as she stuffed her pussy with her fingers."
"The girl on the screen suddenly started humping her buttocks up, her fingers thrusting deep inside her with each thrust; her moans were more pronounced until she exclaimed that she was cumming, and the camera panned down, close-up on the fingers. I felt my own body responding, a quivering like none I had had before tonight took over. The actress wiggled several moments then quieted her movements, and slowly she pulled her fingers out. I could see the sticky juice her pussy had produced trailing off her fingers as she lifted them to her mouth and tasted them, sucking them into her mouth."
"Looking down at my own pussy, I was the same juices seemingly running down between my ass from my pussy. Using two fingers, I scooped it and put them to my mouth and tasted my own quim for the first time. The sweetness was unlike anything I had tasted before."
"Dad was totally beside himself, watching my fingers dipping into my pussy and then seeing me lick and swallow my fingers, cum and all. This caused him to groan loudly and his hand jerked so hard, the blanket lifted off his lap as huge spurts of his man cum shot in the air landing on his chest and all over the throw blanket. I tried to look over and see what it was that was shooting the white stuff in the air, but his hands covered all but the business end that had erupted, and he quickly pulled the blanket back over himself, hiding me from getting a good look."
"Oh Amanda, you did such a good job. You run along now and get to bed before your mom comes home. You know she will be mad if she finds out you stayed up so late with me." He swatted my little rump as I got up and went to my room, looking over my shoulder at him, and the last of the movie on the TV.
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