Title: The Coffee Shop, Chapter 5

Codes: Mgg, Fgg, cons, rom, ped, oral 

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The Coffee Shop

Chapter Five

I looked over at Missy and Kristy, longingly, my eyes intense. Both were still at least half naked, Missy's full breasts, and Kristy's baby nipples, both poking out toward me, both chests still wet with sweat, hair disheveled. They looked at one another and then back at me and grinned. Missy whispered something in Kristy's ear.

Kristy turned to me, pinching her tiny nipples at the same time with both of her hands, teasing them to new erectness. "Missy bets you want to cum, Mister," she said, grinning. Then her eyes became impish, and she cocked her head, and said in a tone above a whisper, "bets you want to splash hot, hot cum out of your big hard cock, huh, Mister," then softening some, and adding, "huh Daddy?," and passing her tongue over her small lips.

I looked at Missy. "Aww, baby," I said, shaking my head, "aww, sweet baby."

"Yes," I continued softly, the small firmness of Kimmy's lil bum still in the caress of my hands, "I so do, babies."

They smiled at one another again.

"Good," Missy said, "'cause we want you, too, because we love you, Daddy, we love you just as much as you love us."

"Kay," I said, "I'm glad," and began to breathe deeper again, closing my eyes and flexing my cock inside my jeans.

Missy leaned toward Kristy slightly and whispered, "show him, honey, show him your bare little cunt, Kristy."

Kristy giggled and said, "mkay, I will," and kneeled up on the bench until I could see her tummy and still wet bare little slit above the table edge. Kimmy turned in my arms and giggled, "mine's even littler." I smiled and said, "awwwww, that is so, so, beautiful, Kristy."

"Show him yours, Missy," Kristy said, grinning, "show daddy your cunt, Missy."

"You shushy," Missy said, "but okay, fine, I will," and she stood, holding onto the seat behind herself to keep from falling, having the effect of thrusting her dripping wet bare pussy forward over the table edge toward me.

I closed my eyes momentarily, then said "awwwwwww," again, and reached across the table with my left hand, cupping her warm cunt from underneath. "So nice, baby," I said, dragging my finger up its wet slit and across her clit, "so, so nice."

"Kimmy," Kristy said, "unzip him, Kimmy, unzip his zipper so we can see his penis, Kimmy," grinning a similar grin again, and adding, "so we can see his hard cock, Kimmy."

My heart raced. "Oh boy," I said, closing my eyes, and saying, "oh baby" from behind their closed lids. 

Kimmy giggled, and I heard her ask, my eyes still closed, "Can I, Missy," then moving from my lap to the space of bench left on my right, and kneeling up, whispering in my ear, "can I, daddy, can I touch your hard cock, daddy"

My mouth dropped open, and I breathed out hard. I kept my eyes closed. My cock pulsed as I flexed myself to pump it against my jeans. I brought my right hand to the softness of Kimmy's little back, and caressed her back and small buttocks, now covered again by her dress. "Awwww, baby," I breathed again, "I so wish you would, honey," my hand stopping at her little butt, so lightly cupping just her left hand little cheek, fingers in her baby crack.

My eyes opened and I looked across the table at Missy and Kristy, who were both just looking serenely back at me. Missy held her right hand out, fingers extended. "Taste," she said, "taste my baby cunt juice, daddy."

I took her hand in my left hand, sucking at each of her fingers, the sweet pungent cunt juice of my baby. She smiled as she withdrew her hand and returned in under the table, remarking with a deeper smile, "I'm going to make more," then turning to Kristy, and saying, "now let him taste your girl cunny juice, Kristy."

Kristy leaned back for a moment, moving her arm below the table edge, then bringing her small hand up and across the table toward my mouth, saying, "g'head, taste it, Daddy, taste my baby cunt."

My hand closed around hers, first bringing it to the side of my face, then to my mouth, taking at first two fingers at a time into my mouth, and then sucking the cunt juice off each little finger separately, stopping at the end, folding my hand entirely around her own, and sucking indulgently at her little thumb with my eyes closed, for several longer seconds.

"Oh!," I gasped as I felt Kimmy's hand on my cock through my jeans, "oh my god," I panted immediately, letting Kristy's thumb slip from my mouth. My eyes snapped open and my head jerked downward to see Kimmy's tiny white hand on my crotch, feeling my cock, outlining it through my jeans.

I glanced up at Missy, who nodded just so slightly, then over at Kristy, a small smile on her lips. "Kimmy's hands are soft, huh, Daddy?"

My brows knitted. "Oh god, baby, so, so soft, honey," I sighed.

"Kay," she smiled back, "gonna touch my pussy, too, again, like Missy, while Kimmy touches your cock, daddy, kay?"

"Okay, baby, okay," I breathed, so free and easy.

Kristy's smile was so beautiful. Missy leaned over toward her and whispered something again, touching the side of her face.

Kristy's eyes gleamed, and she looked at me again, "yeah, kay, gonna touch my little soft pussy again while Kimmy gets your big hard aching cock ready for it, Daddy," she said, then continuing, enunciating each word, "gets it ready for my warm, soft, wet, tight little, tiny baby cunt, Daddy," pausing, and adding, "ready for you, Daddy."

This, I thought to myself, this is existence, this is existence full and entire.

"Alright, darling," I said softly, "alright, honey."

Missy smiled at me. "I love you, Daddy," she said, "I love you, Mark, so, so much."

I melted into the seat, now, shifting to the left to give little Kimmy's body more room. It was a larger booth, large enough for six, I'd imagine, and once I had shifted all the way to the corner, Kimmy was able to lay on her tummy, which she now did, dangling her bare feet in the air above her little bum, resting her face in one of her hands and looking up at me, her other hand still gently stroking the length of my cock through my jeans.

Across the table, softly and slowly working their already wet pussies with their hands, Missy and Kristy smiled serenely, both saying at once, "it's nice, huh, Daddy, nice being here together like this, us four, us two, all one."

I shook my head softly, closing my eyes, "it's so, so nice, babies," I said, and my smile could not have been more peaceful and serene as I reached, stroked back Kimmy's soft hair and down across her back to her bottom, giving it a little pat, and saying, "good little baby girl, honey." Her bum bounced slightly against the pat, and I patted it a few more times, watching it wiggle. I was so lost and it was all so perfect. I caressed her lil bum some more, and her head dropped into my lap, breathing warm breath through the fabric of my jeans. She purred softly, lifting her soft tiny bum against my caress, "mmmmmmm, daddy...daddy...daddy..caressing my lil butt..so good, daddy."

"Yeahhh, so good little baby," I purred back, pulling the lower hem of her dress up so I could see her little bum, the tiny panties gathered into it's crack. "So good," I said again, cupping her little left cheek with my big hand, "daddy's little girl."

Everything was beautiful.

She moved slightly, slipping her left arm and hand under her body, and placing her warm, little mouth over the head of my cock under my jeans, and breathed out, forcing warm moist air through the fabric. I stretched my right hand some as her legs parted, reaching under her pantied crotch and stroking the ends of her fingers, which had come to rest inside her panties. My other hand stroked her soft hair, and I pumped lightly up against her mouth.

It was all assailing me so very much. I was totally and completely surrounded by everything I'd always dreamed of and ached for, and never, ever thought possible beyond the realms of my dreams. I wanted to drink it in. I didn't want it to end. I wanted to stay, right here, right here in this place.

The warm, wet breath of five-year old Kimmy, through my jeans and upon the swollen head my aching cock, combined with the feel of her too soft hair under my left hand, the flesh of her tender, blushed cheeks, her soft round pantied bottom under my other hand, the wide-open eyes of Kristy and Missy across the table, their own hands and fingers buried in the wet folds of their own warm pussies, along with the sweet cunt scent, which filled the air, was just becoming too much.

Still, though, I held off.

I just breathed.

I breathed and looked across the table with my glazed eyes, panting, my chest rising and falling in time with the pulse of my cock. Missy's eyes were glazed over, too. She was breathing, too, again working her pussy toward its crescendo. Kristy was slightly more calm, and seemed to be moving slower, her left hand pinching at her right nipple, while her right must have been caressing the sweet folds of her bare cunny, though I wasn't really sure, since I could not actually see her other hand.

Kimmy knew what she was up to with my cockhead, apparently, for she had breathed through the fabric of my jeans long enough to wet the area and my cockhead entirely, and now sucked at the fabric and my hard cock at the same time, occasionally dragging her baby teeth over it, only to hungrily return and suck the head and fabric at once into her tiny mouth.

"Oh," I swallowed, "awww, yeah, Kimmy, yeah little baby, like that honey," and pumped against her small warm mouth, my hand pushing her head down, the middle finger of my right hand, purposefully fingering her wet, panty covered bum crack and pussy slit; a taut little bum that was rising and falling with increasing frequency upon her small hand, buried inside her kindergarten panties. She brought her other hand, now, the free one, up between my legs, and under my balls, cupping them, the tips of her tiny fingers extending back toward my anus. "Oh my god," I swallowed, "Ohhhhhh fucccccccck," and forced my ass down on her fingertips, as she curled them upward, by balls in the palm of her small soft hand, my anus thrusting down on her little middle finger.

Across the table, Missy seemed to be deriving immense pleasure from watching me, the contortions of ecstasy upon my face with each fresh breath from Kimmy's mouth, and imagining what was going on beneath the edge of the table. She passed the tip of her tongue across the row of her upper teeth, then bit her lower lip, and whimpered lightly.

As it turned out, had I been able to, had I had the wherewithal to look under the edge of the table, I'd have found Missy's larger hand and fingers fondling Kristy's bare little cunt, and Kristy's small fingers playing at Missy's hard, hooded clit. This, this would have better and sooner explained the words, which next escaped Missy's mouth in a small hard, gasp, "more, Kristy, honey, put them inside, please Kristy."

She arched her back, thrusting her perfect tits forward, nipples hard and pulsing, and fell into a full and steady pant. "Oh God, yes," she gasped, hissing and wincing in pleasure, "oh fuck, yes, Kristy, more honey, more baby, fuck my whole cunt with your hand, Kristy."

I wondered exactly what was going on under their edge of the table, but was not about to disturb what was going on on my bench to find this out, for at the moment the thought of so doing had passed through my reeling mind, and I glanced downward at that scene, I watched as Kimmy's withdrew her tiny right hand from under my swollen balls and brought it up, giving my cock a long slow stroke through my jeans, then moving to my zipper, her little fingers pushing aside the edges of the opening and finding the small piece of metal, which she now held between her thumb and forefinger.

My middle finger at her wet pantied slit stopped, paused mid stroke just as she moved her bottom back against it some, panty covered girl flesh spreading around my finger, to give herself room to turn her face and look up at me.

Her mouth and lips and the flesh around them was wet from her suckling action, her hair mussed and sticking in places to that wetness.

"Do you want me to, Mister," she asked, her blue eyes wide open, "do you want me to," she paused, waiting two long seconds, before adding, "daddy," her eyes softening even more, her mouth turning to a smile. Her voice became babyish now, as she continued this slow mount, "daddy want me to..daddy want me to," she continued, then becoming resolute, "daddy WANT me to touch his big cock with my little fingers...Mister want me to lick his big hard COCK with my little warm tongue, mhm..that what daddy wants...I KNOW..'cause I'm a good little girl."

"Oh my god," I swallowed and gasped, "oh my god, sweet baby, yes, yes baby, please baby," I panted. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, fuck," escaped Missy's panting mouth across the table, either in response to Kimmy's words, or my words, or something that Kristy was giving her, or everything at once.

"Slow, slow, slow," Missy panted, "slower, Kristy, oh god, Kristy, yes, honey, slower, though." Kristy was smiling and calm, apparently having abandoned for a moment her own cunny in favor of Missy's own. "Mkay, Missy," she intoned lightly, "mkay."

Missy's eyes fixed on mine now, and she spoke softly between her breaths, "do you like that, Daddy?" she said, "does it feel good on your big hard cock, honey,?" she asked again. She was giving me everything I'd ever wanted. I glanced sideways for a moment, at Kristy, and she smiled at me, too, now, her eyes deep and brown. "We're glad, Mister," she said, "we are way real glad you love us, Mister, `cause we love you, daddy, so very much."

I couldn't speak, and instead tried to convey all I was feeling with my eyes alone, abandoning all hope of words ever being able to impart all of that emotion. I fixed my eyes on hers. This was all for her, after all.

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