Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 *******************************

   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.

   *******************************

   Grandpa the Magician - part three Written by Janus Copyright 2003

   All my stories can be found at /~Janus





   The next day came.  As usual, Beth woke up to watch her mother leave for
work.  Then she and Grandpa would play the Quarter Game.  Being only six
years old, she had already forgotten the conversation yesterday about using
Grandpa's tool.  Grandpa himself decided it was best to wait a little more
before introducing his tool to the game.

   In the meantime, he plucked quarters from all of Beth's orifices, except
her mouth and vagina.  Beth didn't understand why her mouth only produced
quarters every few days.  And Grandpa never found anything in her peehole.
She was happiest though when he would poke about her tiny brown poophole
and look for quarters.  Her butt never failed to turn out at least two
quarters.  In addition she liked the feeling of Grandpa's big finger inside
her.  Sometimes he would use his thumb to play with her peehole at the same
time and the combination made her feel nice inside.  Almost ticklish, but
tingly at the same time.

   It was two weeks later and they were playing the Quarter Game without
fail every morning.  As usual, Beth was sprawled on Grandpa's lap, her
underpants around her ankles and her summer dress hiked up around her
chest. He had his well-greased finger deeply entrenched in her rectal
canal. By now, she was well accustomed to his finger and it slid
effortlessly in and out of her.  Grandpa explained to her last week that
this in and out motion allowed him to make the quarters rise to the surface
where he could reach them.  Beth had come to enjoy the sensation this
finger motion stirred in her.

   But after ten minutes of searching, Grandpa sighed.

   "Beth, I can't find anything in there today."

   "Awww," Beth pouted in disappointment.  The last few days had generated
much fewer quarters than usual.

   "I'll keep trying though," Grandpa said as he enjoyed the finger-fucking
he was giving his grand-daughter.  Her tight rectum felt velvetly exquisite
on his finger and he thought he would cum right there, engulfed in her warm
anal walls.

   "Beth..."

   "Yes, Grandpa?"

   "I think I might be able to find more quarters if I used two fingers
inside your poophole," Grandpa scanned Beth's face for a reaction.  "Do you
think that will be okay?"

   Beth considered for a moment.  When he first put his finger up her butt,
it had felt rather substantial but she was now accustomed to the feeling.
"Okay, Grandpa," Beth agreed.  "You'll use that slippery stuff, right?"

   "Of course, honey." Grandpa withdrew his middle finger from her and
began greasing it up along with his index finger.  He noticed that after he
withdrew her finger, Beth's little asshole remained open for a second.  He
smiled as he watched the gaping hole slowly close up and her puckered ring
resumed its normal shape.

   He began massaging her brown entrance.  Beth sighed.

   "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

   "Nothing.  It feels funny when you do that."

   "Do you want me to stop?"

   "No...  I like it.  It makes my tummy and chest feel warm."

   "Ah." As he massaged the K-Y into her perineum, Grandpa dropped his
thumb to her little baby cunt and began circling her clit.  Beth sighed
again.  He began working his two fingers inside her rectum.  There was a
bit of resistance at first, but Beth had learned to relax her anal muscles
and he was soon embedded to the second knuckle.

   "Are you still doing okay, sweetheart?"

   "Yes..." Grandpa's thumb began to detect a hint of telltale moisture
near her pussy.  It might easily might have been perspiration, but it
definitely emanated from the bottom of her slit.  Grandpa dipped his thumb
down the cleft of her labia, parting the folds of her baby lips.  Now
slightly lubricated, his thumb returned to her clit and began circling more
tightly and insistently around her pleasure button.  Beth squirmed a little
in his lap and sighed again.

   "Still okay, Beth?"

   "Yes, Grandpa..." Beth replied.  But she had paused before answering and
the tone of her voice was distant, because she needed time to register what
he said.  She felt very funny inside now.  When Grandpa had played with her
before, she had just a faint tingle deep in her stomach.  But this time was
different.  The warm feeling was beginning to spread outward to her chest
and legs.  Her head felt light too.  She felt as if she wanted to go to
sleep, not because she was tired but because the warm sensation was
starting to overwhelm her.  She closed her eyes and it suddenly seemed like
she was flying.  The only thing she felt on her body was her her Grandpa's
two fingers, now buried deeply in her poophole, and his thumb that was
rubbing above her peehole.

   Grandpa's penis began to harden in his pants as his six-year old
grand-daughter squirmed in his lap.  He noted that her breathing had become
a bit more shallow and rapid.  In addition, her little glistening pussy was
definitely producing moisture now.  Grandpa's other hand joined in on the
fun as his pinkie gently delved into her tiny cunt.

   Beth sighed again.  Her Grandpa's ministrations were producing feelings
and sensations she had never experienced before.  Lying in his lap, she
felt like she did on Saturday mornings before she got out of bed: warm and
relaxed inside as she cozily wrapped her blanket around her.  She felt that
way now too, but she also felt like she was a helium balloon, rising higher
and higher.  Her body felt deliciously warm as his fingers probed and
caressed her.

   Suddenly, Beth felt the expanding warm feeling rush out from between her
legs.  She was no longer rising but she was simply floating now and she
felt a delightful throb echo throughout her body, right down to her toes.

   Grandpa smiled with delight as his little grand-daughter experienced her
first orgasm there in his lap.  An unexperienced person might have not even
counted it as an orgasm, but Grandpa knew better.  True, Grandpa has seen
stronger, more intense orgasms in his day, but those came from older women.
His little six year old niece had her own little orgasm, in her own special
way.  It probably felt like just an instant of euphoria but he had felt the
telltale signs.  His two fingers in Beth's rectum had been clenched snugly
by her ring of muscles and even his pinkie could feel her pussy tighten. 
And the underside of his thumb was now slick with juices.

   "Aha," Grandpa said.  He removed his pinkie from her pussy folds and
reached into his pocket for a quarter.  "Look what I found in your peehole,
Beth!"

   Beth opened her eyes and turned to look at Grandpa.  Now she felt like
it was Saturday morning again and she was comfortable wrapped up in her
warm bed.  Grandpa held four quarters out to her.  She took it and pondered
it for a second.  For a moment she had all but forgotten the game.

   "Four quarters!" she crowed.  Still sprawled on Grandpa's lap, she
stretched over to reach her piggy bank on the coffee table.  Dropping it in
with a satifying clink, Beth rolled over on her Grandpa's lap.  Sensing
what she wanted, Grandpa took her in his arms and cradled her like a little
baby.

   Beth snuggled up against her grandpa and buried her face in his corduroy
shirt.  "That felt neat, Grandpa."

   Grandpa gently rocked Beth back and forth.  "Did you like the way it
felt?"

   "Yes.  It made me feel happy.  Why did it feel that way?"

   "Well, sweetheart, when your body decides to give up a lot of quarters,
that's the way it feels.  It's like that sticky doorknob to the bathroom
downstairs.  You have to jiggle it and press it just right for the door to
open.  When I touch your body just right, it gives you that happy feeling
and then the happy feelings make the quarters."

   "So now that we know how to get more quarters, we can do it again?" Beth
asked, wide-eyed.

   Grandpa chuckled.  "Yes, my dear.  All in good time." Grandpa stopped
rocking her and lowered her so her body rested against his lap.

   Beth grinned.  She was excited now that her peehole had finally given up
it's quarters.  As she lay on her Grandpa's lap, she became aware of
something pressing against her back.  It felt like a finger poking her. 
Suddenly, she remembered the conversation they had weeks before.

   "Grandpa, is that your tool again?"

   "What tool, honey?" Grandpa asked innocently.

   "There," Beth said, awkwardly craning her arm around to touch the crotch
of Grandpa's pants.  "I can feel it pushing against my back.  I thought you
said you could use it to find more quarters."

   "Yes, Beth, that's right.  It can find more quarters."

   "Now?" Beth asked impatiently.

   "All right, all right," Grandpa laughed.  He picked up his
grand-daughter again and set her on the ground.  "To make my tool work,
Beth, it helps if you take all your clothes off.  Is that okay?"

   By way of answer, the little girl kicked aside the panties that lay on
her feet.  Lifting the dress up by the hemline, she tugged it up over her
head and tossed it aside.  Grandpa looked at Beth was satisfaction.  She
didn't notice but her chest still had a fading blush from her earlier
orgasm.  Grandpa took a moment as well to admire her puffy slit between her
legs.

   Beth, in return, eyed the tent in her Grandpa's pants.  "Take out your
tool, Grandpa, I want to see what it looks like."

   Leaning back in his armchair, Grandpa unbuttoned his pants and unzipped.
Reaching into his underwear, Grandpa maneuvered his erect penis through the
hole in his boxers.  He sat back with his hard cock pointing straight up
and looked at his grand-daughter.

   Her face wasn't surprised, but rather accusatory.  "Grandpa, that's not
a special tool.  That's your penis." Beth had expected and actual tool,
like a hammer or screwdriver.

   "Why yes, honey.  How do you know about penises?"

   "Mommy told me what it was last summer.  She was babysitting Andrew next
door and changed his diaper and I saw it," she paused, considering the
penis in front of her.  "Yours is a lot bigger than Andrew's was though. 
She said that's where he pees"

   Grandpa nodded.  "That's true honey, but penises really are special
tools.  They can do other things too.  I can use it like my finger to find
quarters."

   Beth looked doubtful.  "Isn't it too big?"

   "Well of course, it's bigger!  I use it when my fingers can't reach far
enough.  Look," he said, holding his middle finger alongside his penis. 
"How much bigger is it?"

   Beth studied his finger and penis.  "I know!" she exclaimed.  She ran
off and returned seconds later with a ruler.

   Grandpa smiled.  "That's very clever of you, honey.  Okay, now you
measure my finger first."

   Beth held the ruler up against his hand.  "Um, I think it's five inches
and, uh ..."

   "One-quarter," Grandpa completed for her.  "And now my penis..."

   Beth knelt in front of her Grandpa and held the ruler up straight
against his penis.

   "Now to measure it properly, you'll have to hold it so it's right up
against the ruler, Beth."

   Obediently and without hesitation, Beth grasped his cock and held it
flush against the ruler.  Her eyebrows knit in concentration as she
deciphered the numbers.  Grandpa meanwhile was enjoying the sensation of
her little six-year old fingers on his cock.

   "Um, I think it's ...  six and a quarter.  Right, Grandpa?" Beth held
out the ruler to him, her finger marking the position.

   "Yes, that's right, honey.  So it's longer right?" Grandpa held his
finger against his penis again for her judgment.

   Beth nodded critically.  His finger, she decided, was also a bit thinner
than his penis.  It was more like a hot dog while his penis was thicker
like a bratwurst.

   "So how does it help you find quarters, Grandpa?"

   Grandpa sat up and patted his lap.  The naked little girl obediently
climbed up into his lap.  Grandpa position her so her bare leg brushed
against his still erect cock.

   "Well, honey, my penis can do two things: one, it can help me find
quarters like the same way I use my fingers.  Or, it can produce quarters
all by itself too.  But I need help from you to make it do that."

   "How?"

   "Do you know where milk comes from, Beth?"

   "Yes.  From cows."

   "And how do you get the milk from the cow?"

   "It has those dangly things underneath it and you squeeze it and milk
comes out.  They showed us when we took a field trip to a farm."

   "My penis works kind of the same way, Beth.  You have to squeeze it and
milk it to make my special cream come out.  And with the cream comes the
quarters."

   Beth wrinkled her nose.  "Yuck!  You mean cream comes from where you pee
comes out?"

   Grandpa laughed at her.  "This isn't the sort of cream you use in food.
The cream that you're used to is made from cow milk.  My cream is different
though.  Haven't you seen how babies get their food from their mommies?"

   Beth considered for a moment.  "They drink milk that comes from the
mommies' boobs."

   "Exactly.  And this is the same thing.  As a matter of fact, it's very
nutritious.  Especially for little girls."

   Beth nodded.  She had forgotten how babies always drank milk from their
mommies' boobs.  Now the idea of cream coming from her Grandpa's penis
didn't sound so far-fetched after all.

   "Beth, do you remember how they got milk from the cows when you went on
your field trip?"

   "Uh huh.  They squeezed the dangly things like this," she demonstrated
with her hands, "and then milk came out."

   "That's how my penis works too.  Why don't you try it?"

   "Okay." Beth reached over with both hands and grasped her Grandpa's
penis.  She gave it a squeeze and downward motion as she had seen the woman
do at the farm.

   "Is it like that, Grandpa?"

   "That's right honey.  Like that.  Here," he said, pulling the lever on
the armchair.

   Beth giggled in delight as the chair snapped back to it reclining
position.  She shrieked as she nearly fell off the chair, but she was still
holding on to Grandpa's penis and she managed to maintain her balance. 
Grandpa lifted her up by the armpits and settled her on his lower stomach
so that she was straddling him and facing away.

   Grandpa gazed at the two baby globes of her buttocks in front of him. 
"Ahhh, that's better," he said.  Beth continued her up and down motion on
his penis.

   "How come no cream is coming out?" she asked.

   "That takes time, sweetheart.  It's not as fast as the cows.  But," he
said reaching for the K-Y jelly on table, "you can make it come out sooner
if you use this to make it more slippery."

   Beth took the K-Y from him.  She unsnapped the cap and squeezed a
substantial portion into her palm.  She enjoyed the feeling.  She always
wanted to squeeze the toothpaste tube in the same way, but she was never
allowed to waste toothpaste.

   "Like this, Grandpa?"

   "That's right honey.  Rub it good into both hands.  Now put some on my
penis too..."

   Beth lubricated hands now glided on her Grandpa's penis.  She gave a
little giggle.  It was funny to see her hands moving like this.  She
pretended she was trying to climb a greasy pole but her hands kept
slipping.

   "That's good, Beth.  Move up and down in one smooth motion," Grandpa
coached.  "That's right, all the way to the tip and then all the way back
down.  And up again and down again..."

   Beth obediently did as her Grandpa instructed.  She noted how warm and
alive the penis felt in her hands, like it was snake almost.  She got to
touch a snake last year during the field trip to the petting zoo. 
Intently, she studied her Grandpa penis which definitely did not ressemble
a snake, except in shape.  The tip of it was a purplish knob that looked
like a helmet.  Below that was a normal skin color, except for a few red
and blue veins here and there.  Where it ended there was a little rough
patch of hair that tickled her hands every time she completed a down
motion.

   As for Grandpa, he reclined blissfully in his armchair as his little
grand-daughter jerked him off.  He resisted the urge to reach around and
caress her lithe, little body.  It was important that Beth was allowed to
feel in control.  He would touch her unripe but beautiful body again, but
for now it was her turn to explore.

   Beth continued milking the hard organ in her hands as her Grandpa told
her.  It was odd, she thought, because she remembered the cows thingies
were definitely soft and pliable to the touch.  But her Grandpa's penis
felt hard underneath the skin, like there were bones there.

   As her hands travelled up and down Granpa's penis, Beth's mind wandered.
She thought about Andrew's little penis, how it was all tiny and shriveled
and so very unlike her Grandpa's.  And then her mind wandered again and she
thought back to ten minutes ago when she was lying in Grandpa's lap.  She
immensely enjoyed the warm and fuzzy feelings in her body when her Grandpa
found the quarters inside her.  She wondered when they would do it again.

   Suddenly, she felt Grandpa's penis jerk in her hands.  Alarmed she
paused her motions for a second.

   "Don't stop, Beth," Grandpa said, gritting his teeth, "the cream is
about to come."

   Beth obediently resumed her motions.  Behind her she heard Grandpa
inhale sharply.

   "That's right Beth, don't stop honey.  You're doing great.  Don't stop,
don't stop...  Whatever happens, don't stop."

   Again Beth felt his penis jerk in her hands but this time she ignored it
and continued stroking up and down.  However, the penis didn't stop jerking
in her hands.  Behind her, Grandpa gave a little moan.  Suddenly, a stream
of white fluid spurted from the tip of his penis.  It arced in the air and
before it landed, his penis jerked again and there was another arc and then
another.

   Beth watched in awe as the white fluid flew through the air.  "That must
be the cream," she thought.  Some of it landed on Grandpa's pants and some
landed on the floor.  A little even landed on her arm, but, following
Grandpa's instructions, Beth didn't stop stroking his penis.

   Grandpa shuddered as his long-awaited orgasm pounded his body.  Almost
forgetting, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of
quarters. Sneaking his hand under his leg, he dropped them to the floor.

   Beth heard the clatter of quarters and, still stroking the hard penis
before her, she leaned forward slightly to see what happened.  She was
delighted to see several quarters lying on the floor, scattered around her
grandpa's feet.

   She leaned back, satisfied.  There wasn't anymore cream coming from the
penis, but she kept moving her little hands anyway.  Perhaps more cream
would come if she continued, and then with the cream would come more
quarters!

   "Mmmm, Beth you can stop now, honey," Grandpa murmured behind her.

   "But I want more cream and quarters to come, Grandpa!"

   "I'm sorry honey, but you can only make the cream come when my penis is
hard and as you see, my penis is getting soft." True to his word, Grandpa's
penis began to lose it's hardness.  Beth watched in dismay as the penis
softened in her hands and began to shrink.

   "What's happening, Grandpa?" she demanded.  "Why is it shrinking like
that?"

   Grandpa pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and pulled Beth off his
stomach so she sat on the armchair next to him.

   "Beth, you did a very good job," he said as he began wiping the K-Y
jelly from her hands.  "You made the cream come and then the quarters came
with it.  But all that work makes my penis tired so it gets soft and
hides."

   Beth pouted for a bit as she watched her grandpa wipe her hands clean.
"You mean like when a turtle hides its head in its shell?"

   Grandpa nodded.  "Yes, it's kind of like that." He pulled her close and
kissed her cheek.  "That felt very nice, Beth.  Remember when I made the
quarters come out of you and it made you feel happy inside?  Well, you just
did the same for me."

   Beth giggled as her grandpa's rough chin grazed against the soft skin of
her face and neck.  Her disappointment fading, she shrieked when he tickled
her bare ribs.

   "Grandpa,' she said looking at her arm, "you missed wiping up a spot."
She pointed at the cream that had landed on her arm.

   "You should taste it honey.  It's good for you."

   Beth looked at him dubiously.  He looked back at her encouragingly.  She
had heard the same thing over and over at the dinner table whenever she was
served vegetables.  But not wanting to disappoint her grandpa, she reached
over with a finger and swiped up a bit of the cream.  Lifting her finger to
her mouth, she cautiously tasted the white fluid.

   "Well, honey?"

   "It's not very sweet.  I like cream from the cows better."

   Grandpa laughed and swatted her tummy.  With his handkerchief, he wiped
the remainder of his semen from Beth's arm.  Then he lifted her up and set
her down on the floor.

   "Well, young lady, don't you have some quarters to pick up?" Again, Beth
had all but forgotten the quarters.

   "Oh goody!" she cried.  Dropping to the floor, she began hunting on her
hands and knees for the quarters that Grandpa had dropped.  In the
meantime, Grandpa zipped himself up and enjoyed the view as his naked,
six-year old grand-daughter crawled about in front of him, shamelessly
exposing her bare and hairless labia and winking anus.  It was going to be
a good summer.



   ************* If you'd like to send comments or feedback on this story,
please use the form at /~Janus/main.html#feedback