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Grandpa the Magician chapter 4 (Mf, incest, cons, pedo)
Written by Janus
****** 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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