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   Grandpa the Magician - part two Written by Janus Copyright 2003

   All my stories can be found at /~Janus

   The next day Beth woke up and her mother served her breakfast.  Then she
watched cartoons as her mother got ready for work.  Grandpa has woken up
early and gone for his daily morning walk.  He returned just as her mother
was kissing her goodbye and rushing out the door.

   "Good morning, Grandpa," she shouted as she ran to give him a hug.  Her
little blong ponytail flopped behind her and she still wore her pajamas. 
The old man squatted down level with her and hugged her back.

   "Ooof," he grunted as she threw her full weight into him.  She kept her
arms wrapped around his neck and swayed back and forth, like any energetic
six-year old full of Froot Loops.

   "What do you want to do today, pretty baby?" he asked her.  Beth giggled
and cocked her head in response, holding her left ear out to him.

   "Hmmmm," Grandpa said thoughtfully, looking into her ear.  "Why, what
this shiny thing in there?" And he plucked a quarter from her earlobe. 
Beth let out a joyful yell and extracted herself from him to run off and
retrieve her piggybank.

   When she came back, Grandpa was sitting in the armchair so she clambered
up into his lap, strategically presenting her right ear.  Again, a quarter
was produced and another crow of delight sounded.  Both of Beth's nostrils
produced quarters as well.  But when he looked in her mouth, Grandpa shook
his head and said, "I'm sorry honey, there's doesn't seem to be anything in
there."

   Beth was crestfallen, but Grandpa quickly moved on and lifted her pajama
top a bit.  "But look what I found in your belly button!" The quarter
clinked into the piggybank.  Beth quickly forgot about her treasureless
mouth as her grandpa unbuttoned a few buttons of her pajama top and reached
inside.  His fingers explored her flat chest until they reached one of her
small nipples.  She giggled as her grandpa began to rub both nipples in
earnest.  Two more quarters soon joined the rest in her piggybank.

   Then Grandpa firmly slid her off his lap and stood her before him.  "And
where else, honey?" His heart almost melted as the six-year old pulled out
the elastic waistband of her pajama bottoms and and arched her back a bit,
pushing out her tummy.

   "I bet there's more down here, Grandpa!" Chuckling the old man let his
hand slip into her pajama bottom.  She wore no underwear so his fingers
made a beeline for her pussy lips.  His index finger settled into the cleft
of her labia and stroked her tiny, almost imperceptible clitoris.  Beth
involuntarily arched her back a little bit more as he touched her.

   As he did yesterday, he let his fingertip come to rest at the entrance
of her vagina, wiggling in her soft baby folds.  Beth smiled impishly at
him.  She liked the way his finger felt on her peehole.  It made her feel
warm and safe.

   "I don't think there's anything in here, young lady," he apologized. 
"Maybe we'll have better luck on the other side." So saying, he turned her
90 degrees.  Then, with his right hand still stroking her pussy, he let his
left hand slip under her elastic waistband and ran his finger up and down
her butt crack.

   Kissing her cheek, he whispered, "Why don't you stand with your legs
further apart, honey?  That way I can search better..." The little girl
obediently shifted her legs apart, effectively spreading her ass cheeks and
exposing her rectal opening to his probing hand.

   Grandpa felt his excitement grow as his middle finger diddled her anus
while his other hand continued to massage her labia.  He noticed Beth was
now standing on her tippy-toes as his hands worked their magic inside her
pajama bottoms.  In addition, he felt a slight moistness growing on his
right hand as it playfully parted her puffy pussy lips and rubbed her slit.
Beth's gaze was anxiously riveted down at his busy hands, though she showed
no passion or fear, only curiosity.

   Stopping, he began to pull both hands from her pajamas.  "I don't know,
Beth, there doesn't seem to be much ..."

   "Oh no, Grandpa," she interrupted.  "Don't stop yet!  You have to keep
trying!"

   "All right," he sighed, pretending to be exasperated.  He let his right
hand rest on her belly.  "Why don't you lean over a little bit?"

   The girl quickly bent all the way over to lie on his leg.  Grandpa took
the opportunity to ease her pajama bottoms down so they hung by her knees.
His erection rose at the sight of the little girl spread out before him. 
He quickly licked his pinkie.

   As he did yesterday, he let his pinkie slide in up to the fingernail,
the walls of her rectum sucking at his finger.  Beth laughed as he wiggled
it inside of her.

   "Nothing here, Beth."

   "You have to look deeper inside, I bet."

   "Are you sure, honey?" Grandpa let his finger slide in a bit more, to
the first knuckle.  He licked his lips at the feel of her rectal walls
clutching his digit.  Hearing no protest, he let more of his finger slip
into her until he had completely buried his pinkie in her asshole.  Beth
lay silent on his lap.  She had played with herself in the past and her
grandpa's pinkie was much larger than even her biggest finger.  It felt
like a big worm was inside of her, squirming among her insides.  It wasn't
an unpleasant sensation, only strange.  She still felt the warm feeling
inside of her, but she didn't notice it as much for she was trying to
categorize the feeling of this intruder in her poophole.

   "Are you okay, darling?" Grandpa asked.  He was worried he had gone too
quickly for the little girl.

   "I'm okay, Grandpa," Beth replied.  "Are there any quarters?"

   Grandpa laughed.  He withdrew a tiny bit of his finger and then gently
thrust it back in, gently fucking her asshole to accommodate her to the
sensation.

   "I do believe there are quarters, little Beth," he said, smoothly
withdrawing his pinkie.  He opened his palm in front of her face.  "Look,
there's two of them!"

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   The game was repeated every morning for the next several days.  Beth's
ears, nose, chest, and belly button always produced quarters without fail.
But the girl was disappointed that her grandpa was never found any in her
mouth anymore, or her pee-pee.  Her poophole still surrendered quarters,
but they too were becoming more and more rare.

   One day, she complained to Grandpa about the ever-decreasing
productivity of her poophole.  "Why can't you find quarters in there
anymore, Grandpa?"

   Today, Beth was wearing shorts and a loose fitting tank top that tended
to reveal her baby nipples.  Her Grandpa's eyes twinkled as he looked into
her inquisitive face.  "I'm not sure myself, Beth.  Perhaps my pinkie is
too short and I've reached all the ones that I can using it."

   Beth rolled her eyes at him.  "Oh Grandpa," she said, swatting him. 
"You have other fingers that are a lot bigger." So saying, she grapsed his
big hand and pointed at his middle finger.

   "See?  This one is this much longer than your pinkie." She indicated the
difference in length with her own hands.

   Grandpa nodded.  "Okay, little Beth," he agreed.  "I'll try with a
longer finger.  Are you sure you won't mind?  What if it hurts?

   Beth shook her head immediately.  "It won't hurt!"

   "All right you greedy little rascal.  Why don't you help me by sucking
on my finger and getting it wet so I can search easier?"

   Beth dutifully opened her mouth.  Grandpa stuck out his middle finger
and let her engulf him.  She could only get him in to the second knuckle.
He swished his finger in her warm mouth.

   "That's right dear, suck hard on it.  Like a popiscle!  Use your
tongue..."

   Beth little tongue playfully caressed his tongue as she sucked with all
her might.  "That's a good girl," Grandpa murmured as he pushed a lock of
her blond hair behind her ear.  "Why, look here!" He brought his other hand
to her mouth removed his finger from her, producing a quarter.

   Beth's eyes went wide.  "Yay!  You found one in my mouth!"

   "It was way back in your mouth, dear.  That's why I couldn't find them
before."

   "So maybe you'll be able to find one in my poophole too if you use your
big finger!"

   Grandpa chuckled at her.  She certainly didn't need any encouraging. 
Now used to the ritual, Beth pulled down her shorts so they lay around her
ankles and flopped down onto his lap.  With his free hand, Grandpa spread
her little ass cheeks and began probing with his dampened middle finger.

   Beth lay contentedly in his lap.  By now she immensely enjoyed these
games with her grandpa.  It was like she was at the doctor but she felt
nothing but love for Grandpa's gentle administrations.  She felt him trace
a circle around her hole first, tenderly massaging it.  Then she felt the
increased pressure and she relaxed to let him enter.

   Beth could tell right away that his middle finger was a bit bigger than
his pinkie.  She had to concentrate a little more to let him slip inside.
When he reached the first knuckle, he paused.

   "Is this okay, sweetie?"

   "Yes, Grandpa."

   He resumed his slow entry.  Beth felt him rotate his finger as he moved
deeper and deeper into her.  Like a screwdriver, she thought.  Sometimes he
would stop, withdraw his finger a little bit, then push it back in, and
repeat the process.  As he did this, she felt her rectal canal relax some
more.  Suddenly, his finger presser harder and slipped in to the second
knuckle.  Beth involuntarily gasped.

   "Oh!"

   "Did I hurt you Beth?" Grandpa asked worriedly.

   Beth hesitated a second.  It didn't hurt really, it just surprised her.
She arched her head to look at him and shook her head.

   Grandpa began to slowly withdraw his finger.  He said, "Just to make
sure Beth, I can put something slippery on my finger.  It'll make it go in
smoother."

   "You mean like when daddy puts oil on my bike chain?"

   "Exactly." Beth watched her Grandpa, ever prepared, as he pulled a tube
of K-Y jelly out of his cardigan pocket.  Flipping open the cap, he began
to apply it to his middle finger until it was shiny.  He squirted a little
onto her poophole too and began rubbing it in.  Beth squirmed in his lap.

   "That tickles Grandpa!"

   Grandpa laughed and continued his rubbing, delighting in the now smooth
velvety feel of her asshole.  He reached over and tickled her ribs too,
making her yelp.

   "Shall I start looking for quarters again, sweetheart?" he asked.

   Beth nodded.  She felt his big finger push up against her puckered hole.
At first her asshole was stubborn and resistant, but the K-Y did its job.
She felt a portion of his finger slip in.  As before, he used an in and out
motion that spread the slippery jelly inside her anus.  Before she knew it,
her Grandpa's big middle finger was completely inside of her.  She felt it
moving about inside of her as he flexed his finger this way and that.  As
he explored, she became aware of parts inside her body that didn't know
existed.  Walls here, obstructions there...

   "That feels funny Grandpa."

   "Do you want me to stop?"

   "No..." Beth trailed off.  Grandpa gazed down at his little
grand-daughter in his lap, his middle completely buried in her rectum.  As
he swirled his finger and explored inside her, Grandpa used his free hand
to massage the tent in his pants.  While barely finger-fucking Beth in
minute movements, Grandpa shifted his hand so he could feel her pussy with
his thumb.  He rubbed her baby clit a little and let his thumb glide up the
puffy lips of her labia to probe gently at the entrance to her vagina.  Was
it moist?  Grandpa was sure he detected a tiny bit of moisture forming at
the door to her girlhood.

   Deciding it was enough for today, Grandpa reached into his pocket with
his free hand and withdrew three quarters.  Reluctantly, he began to
extract his finger.

   Beth turned to look at him as she felt his finger retreating from her
anus.  She felt the last of his finger pop out of her.

   "Did you find any?"

   Grandpa held out his hand to her.  Beth whooped and grabbed the
quarters. They joined the rest in her ever growing piggy bank.  Standing
before Grandpa, hands clutching the piggy and shorts still around her
ankles, Beth turned to her Grandpa.

   "Now what, Grandpa?"

   Grandpa gazed at the little girl, his eyes moving to the beautiful,
hairless slit between her legs.  Reaching over he pulled up her shorts and
let them snap against her waist.

   "Well, Beth, that's all for today I think."

   "Oh." Beth said, disappointed.  "But we'll play tomorrow, right?"

   "If you like this game, Beth, we can play it all summer!"

   "Hooray," Beth cheered.  Her little brow furrowed suddenly as her eyes
came to rest on the little tent in her grandpa's pants.

   "What that, Grandpa?" she asked, pointing.

   Grandpa smiled at the inquisitive little girl pointing at his cock. 
"Why Beth, that's my special tool," he replied evenly.

   "What's it for?"

   "Finding quarters, of course!  It helps me find quarters when my hands
need help."

   "Can we find more quarters today?"

   Grandpa shook his head and said good-humoredly, "I think you've got
enough for one day.  But we'll play tomorrow, I promise."



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