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Please note:
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.
Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.
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Grandpa the Magician
chapter 4
Written by Janus
Copyright 2003
All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Janus/www
******
NOTE: I found this lost chapter in my 'in progress' folder. I
never really finished this story but I decided some people might
be interested in this chapter nonetheless. Completion of this
story will be dependent on feedback so let me know if you want me
to continue this storyline.
******
A week had passed since Grandpa had given little six year old
Beth her first orgasm and Beth had jerked off her Grandpa. In
the days afterwards, Grandpa did not take out his special tool
again, nor did he excite Beth to the point of giving her an
orgasm. He pulled quarters from all the usual places: eyes,
ears, nose, mouth, chest, belly button, and her lovely puckered
asshole. Every day, he slowly wound up his little
grand-daughter, but never allowed her to experience the same
bliss she had that one day.
Beth, for her part, was happy enough to shake her piggy bank and
marvel at the growing weight of the quarters in it. The games
she played with Grandpa were pleasurable but she hadn't
experienced the same level of ecstasy as she had in the previous
week. While she was aware that she never reached the same
heights as last week, Beth was unsure how to voice this concern
to Grandpa. He was still using the same methods of searching as
last week, so that couldn't be it...
This morning, Grandpa had successfully produced quarters from
her mouth and nose. He was now massaging her baby pussy, moving
from her peehole and up to the end of the slit and then down
again. Beth liked it when he searched down there, despite the
fact that he had only found quarters there once.
Sub-consciously, she arched her back as she stood naked before
her Grandpa, allowing a better angle for his finger.
Beth felt the warm feeling rising in her stomach. Just when she
felt the sensation start spreading outward, Grandpa stopped. The
same thing had happened every day for the past week. With a
disappointed expression, Beth looked at Grandpa.
"Don't you think there are any quarters in my peehole today,
Grandpa?" she asked hopefully.
"I'm not sure, honey," Grandpa shook his head. "We haven't
found anything there in a long time. Do you think we should keep
trying?"
"I think so, Grandpa," Beth said encouragingly.
"I know there's another way to get the quarters out of there
too, honey. I bet I could use my mouth and just suck them out."
Beth considered this prospect, picturing it in her head. "You
mean it would be like a vacuum cleaner?"
"Right. Do you want to try?"
"Okay," Beth said, temporarily forgetting her sexual
frustration. She was pleased at the idea of trying something new
to find more quarters. "What do I do?"
"Why don't you just lay down like this on the couch and relax,"
Grandpa directed. "That's right, do you want a pillow? Good,
good, spread your legs. Good girl. Now let's see what your
Grandpa can do."
Grandpa licked his lips in anticipation. Beth lay spread-eagled
before him, her puffy labia was deliciously spread. Her tiny
little clit crowned the top of her slit while below her
glistening pink pussy gave way to a mysterious-looking dark
opening.
Leaning in close, he paused to inhale her scent. Little girls
always had such a distinctive scent, a mixture of soap,
perspiration, and urine. Licking his lips again, Grandpa
extended his tongue and had his first taste of his grand-daughter
Beth.
He almost fainted from lust as he slowly ran his tongue from her
vagina up to her clit. His erection tented out in his pants.
Just like her older sister, Beth tasted as sweet as honey. Using
his hands, he spread her labia and began licking in earnest.
Beth lay still on the couch as she processed the new sensations
coursing through her. She had felt her Grandpa's breath on her
peehole and then his tongue began licking between her legs. The
feeling was altogether different from when Grandpa had used his
finger. His tongue was much more active in its explorations and
was more, well, slippery. She felt his lips close on certain
parts between her legs, squeezing parts of her skin that produced
great waves of warmth and tingles in her.
In particular, Beth felt a powerful sensation when Grandpa would
focus on a part just above her peehole. His lips would clench
this little knob of flesh there and squeeze, causing Beth to sigh
each time. She was aware of a growing wetness between her legs,
which felt like she had peed herself. But there was no time to
worry about that now. The little six year old felt herself
rising in the air again, just like last week. She closed her
eyes.
As she rose higher and higher in ecstasy, Beth felt her grandpa
wiggle his tongue against her. All of a sudden, she felt the
squirming intruder slip inside her. She was surprised! She
never knew there was an opening down there. It wasn't her
poophole and it wasn't her peehole, that she knew for sure.
Grandpa's tongue was exploring a place in between the two and she
sighed again as it flickered inside of her. She felt his thumb
start to rub that special spot above her peehole.
Beth sighed deeply. Grandpa's tongue began to snake in and out
of her while his thumb insistently tickled her. The pleasure
emanated from between her legs and spread to her entire body
until the little girl felt oddly warm. It was as if she had been
running around the backyard several times and she could feel the
blood rushing throughout her body.
She then felt Grandpa's tongue withdraw from inside her and move
up, tickling her peehole before settling on the special spot that
his thumb had been pushing.
Beth gasped suddenly. Grandpa's tongue was delightfully wet as
it played with her button. It felt like a warm creature was
rubbing against her. Again she felt his lips close around her
special spot and her hips jerked and rose into the air when he
sucked on it. Beth felt herself soaring higher and higher off
the ground now, as if she was holding onto a helium balloon. She
sighed again.
Suddenly it felt as if the balloon gained extra power and now
was a rocket. If before she was rising slowly, now she was
moving fast like a jet plane. Grandpa's mouth continued to
massage her special spot and his lips squeezed and sucked on her
harder. But then she felt something at the entrance to that
hole, the one she didn't know existed until just a few minutes
ago. Guessing it must be Grandpa's pinky, her breath stopped as
she felt it push inside her, inside the spot between her peehole
and her poophole.
The warmth inside the six-year old girl exploded. Grandpa's
tongue was flicking quickly at her special spot and his finger
inside her gently was flexing and probing when she felt wave
after wave of pleasure crash through her. Eyes clenched shut,
Beth's legs jerked involuntarily and her back arched, all the
better to present herself to insistent pressure of Grandpa's
tongue.
The warm feeling and waves slowly ebbed away, leaving Beth
completely satisfied. She felt again as if she had just woken
from a long sleep and was now spending time lying in her bed
before starting her day. But this time, she felt a drop of sweat
roll of her temple and her breathing began to slow. It was like
she had been exercising. Grandpa gently pulled his finger from
inside her. Beth opened her eyes.
Grandpa's smiling face rose from between her legs. "Was that
nice, sweetheart?
"Yes, Grandpa, that felt very nice!" the six-year old agreed.
"I felt like I was floating! What happened?"
"Well honey, when you feel good like that it means your body is
making a lot of quarters. Look!" Grandpa opened his hand and in
his palm lay eight quarters.
"Wow!" Beth breathed. "Where did they come from?"
"From inside you, where my finger was," Grandpa explained
patiently. "I used my tongue to tickle your special spot and
then my finger was able to go inside of you to get the quarters
out."
"You mean this spot right here, Grandpa?" Beth reached between
her spread legs and pushed her finger into her still wet pussy.
It slid in easily.
"That's right honey," Grandpa smiled at his granddaughter
innocently fingerfucking herself.
"Do you think there's more inside?" Beth asked anxiously as she
slid her finger in deeper.
Grandpa fixed his gaze on Beth's little finger as it slipped
inside her completely. "You can try all you want honey," he told
her. "It never hurts to try."
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Grandpa and Beth played their special game together all summer
long. Every morning, Beth would bend over in her Grandpa's lap
while his fingers explored the inside of her. By the summer's
end, Beth was able to comfortably take Grandpa's big middle
finger in her butt and his index finger almost fit completely in
her hairless, little girl pussy. Sometimes Grandpa would make
the tingles overcome Beth until she squealed and her fists would
clench tight. At other times, Beth was content just to gather
the quarters Grandpa found inside her.
For her part, Beth became adept at using her hand's on Grandpa
penis. The old man would sit back and she would reach unzip his
pants and pull out his penis, stroking it until it became hard.
Beth would then squeeze and pull at it until the white cream game
out. Sometimes Grandpa would even get on all fours so Beth could
milk his penis and pretend he was a cow. They both laughed when
playing like that.
Just before school started however, it was decided that Grandpa
would move back to Florida before winter came. Beth's mom was
worried about her father enduring the cold Minnesota winters.
Grandpa decided she was right and arrangements were made for him
to return to Florida. When they dropped him off at the airport,
Beth bid her Grandpa a tearful goodbye.
After Grandpa was gone, Beth tried to play the game by herself.
Without Grandpa, it wasn't as fun and she never found any
quarters. The little six year old grew very frustrated with
herself.
"What can't I find any quarters by myself?" she wondered.
"Maybe it's because my fingers are too small."
Beth began looking around the house for items that might extend
her reach. She was smart enough to start out small. Beginning
with pens and pencils, the little girl would experiment, trying
to see how deep she could get them inside her. These things slid
up her poophole easily enough, she was able to take almost the
entire pencil her first time. But her cunnyhole, as she called
it, was less cooperative. Only a few inches of the pencil would
go in before stopping.
Discouraged, Beth concentrated on her poophole instead. She
still never found any quarters but after a few weeks of
experimentation, she forgot that was the main reason she began
inserting things in the first place. The experimentation now
became a sort of obsession: how big an object could she push
inside her?
The toothbrush handle went into her poophole quite easily. It
was about the same size as Grandpa's little finger, although the
handle kind of burned and chafed her when she inserted it.
Remembering how Grandpa would use the slippery stuff on his
finger, Beth decided she needed the same. Her finger went in
much easier when it was coated with olive oil (the best she could
find). Now equipped with a lubricant, Beth began to experiment
with everything she could find: chopsticks, oversize novelty
pens, screwdriver handles, candlesticks, the leg of her Barbie...
All these things slipped inside her with ease.
The winter melted into spring and became summer. Beth turned
seven. Once the temperature became warmer, Beth found all the
toys she could possibly need in her father's garden. She found
the zucchini and cucumbers, all growing in various sizes, perfect
for her needs. She started out small, choosing the baby ones.
Armed with a bottle of olive oil, Beth began to experimentally
insert vegetables. The zucchini had a nice smooth skin that slid
in quite easily but sometimes Beth preferred the cucumbers
because they had little prickles on their surface that tickled
her poophole when pushed it in and out.
Late that summer, Beth was practicing with a cucumber, about the
size of a hot dog. The prickles on it tickled her in just the
right place and she found her cunnyhole was a little damp, just
like it was when Grandpa played with it. Exploring with her
fingers, Beth found the sensitive special spot that Grandpa
always focused on with his finger or tongue. One hand worked the
prickly cucumber in and out while her other hand tickled her
special spot. As she fingered herself, Beth thought about the
time Grandpa used his mouth on her.
The thought of Grandpa's gentle mouth excite the little girl
even more. Suddenly she felt that familiar sensation, the one
she hadn't felt in so long. A roaring wave built up in her body.
Beth find the pleasure only mounted as she rubbed her special
spot harder and faster. The prickly cucumber was tickling her
little poophole so nicely. Beth felt the pleasure explode inside
her as she grew lightheaded from the tingles electrifying her
seven year old body.
Beth slowly regained her breath. She found her fingers touching
her special spot were very wet. Although she felt more satisfied
than she had been in a long time, Beth wished her Grandpa was
with her to explain everything that was happening. She pulled
the cucumber out of her poophole, knowing it was no substitute
for her Grandpa's warm, loving finger. Beth sighed, wondering if
he would ever move back with her family...
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Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading.
~Janus
janus_md@hotmail.com
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