Title: The Coffee Shop, Chapter 6

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

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The Coffee Shop

Chapter Six

My eyes, though, began to blink, and my body to tremble and shake as I felt Kimmy's tiny hand begin to work my zipper down. My finger in her panty covered slit had not moved since earlier, and now she squeezed her little butt cheeks together tightly, trapping that finger and my hand there at her bottom, the rest of my fingers spread across and into the fleshiness of her firm cheeks and the softness of her little thighs.

"Aww, yeah," I breathed out soft and long, as I felt the air enter through the opening of my zipper, now opened all the way to the bottom of its path. I didn't look down, though: it was enough keeping my eyes fixed on Missy's, pretty and soft, and loving me across the table.

It was, truly, taking everything I ever had, not to just extract my cock with my own hand, and jack it hard, likely spraying hot cum all the way across the table and first onto Missy's firm tits, then Kristy's flat little chest, and finish by pumping the rest down onto the five-year old's soft face. But instead, I held on tightly to Missy's right hand, which she had brought forward and rested on the table near mine. I could not afford now, to fall, oh my god, I could not afford to fall off this cliff. Her eyes were calm, silently saying, "it's okay, just relax, baby, it's okay."

So I swallowed back the intensity of my need and did just that thing. She squeezed my hand softly, whispering, "don't worry, baby, it's going to be okay."

I glanced down now, and Kimmy was unbuckling my belt, slowly, methodically, with her one free hand, taking it apart, and pushing it back. Then to the button, her hand moved. I collapsed my stomach as much as I could to make it easier, and after several tries, finally, she worked the button through its slot, and folded back the blue fabric of my jeans.

My long labored panting continued, and I wondered if I would die like this.

"Kay," she said softly, "kay, daddy, I got it, now, daddy," closed her tiny hand around my cock, still in my shorts, also soaked from her earlier suckling, and the precum, that had been pouring out of my cock from the time I'd first fondled her lovely little bum under the table, which now seemed like hours ago.

I closed my eyes so fucking hard, now, blinking back everything inside. Missy squeezed my hand, "hold on tight, Daddy, it's gonna be okay."

"Oh god, baby," I blinked my eyes back open, nearly in tears, now, "I so fucking hope so, honey." 

She knew I wanted my jeans down, had to know I wanted them further off so that I could spread my legs at last and let my cock finally stretch full out of it's prison.

Kimmy's little panties and cunt were dripping wet, soaked entirely, and I flexed my finger in the tightness of the space between her tiny bum and thighs, forcing panty fabric up into her taut little cunt. My breathing became longer, more labored, still. Her little hand tightened around the shaft of my cock, still through my shorts, purring, "mmmmm, it's big, daddy, your cock is so big, Mister." I felt her little body shudder once again, her tiny cheeks becoming harder than they'd been so far, and her panties flooding with new wetness, a soft little whine issue from her mouth.

It was all such a symphony, and I knew not when it would reach its noisy crescendo, but still it played, endlessly, beautifully, chord after chord, section after section, the mounting score unraveling before my eyes, and played at the direction of some magnificent conductor, unseen. But oh, did it fill my ears with a music, my soul with a sound I could not ignore, nor turn away from, ever, else I should die, or forever be locked up, and away.

I shifted in my seat, trying by force of will alone to make my jeans come further down, my aching eyes looking at Missy, and as I felt Kimmy's body begin to move, her grip release from my cock, Missy moved her hand under mine, and nodded her head, and I knew what she meant. Kimmy's movement had freed my other hand from between her sweet little legs, and she knelt up on the cushioned bench beside me as my hands raced to the edges of my jeans, pushing them down my thighs and over my knees, moving my legs apart and forcing them to my ankles.

"Oooohhhhh God," I moaned out loud and long as my cock at last leapt free, pulsing and standing straight up, and jerking with each pounding pulse of my racing heart, clear precum streaming from the head and running down it's swollen shaft. I closed my eyes and my arms collapsed on the bench beside me, my hands palms up. Kimmy, beside me, was pushing her tiny panties down her thighs, and over her little kneeling knees and back her calves, till she reached behind herself and pulled them the rest of the way over her ankles and feet and off.

"Kay Mister," I heard her say next, and felt her hand on my shoulder, her small body mounting over my lap, "kay mister, you said you would suck on my baby titties like big boys do to big girls, daddy," completing her mount and pressing her bare chest against my own, the nakedness of her calves aside my own bare upper thighs and hips. My cock jerked against the smooth softness of her inner thigh as I heard myself say, "okay, honey, okay," and brought my arms up under hers to her shoulders from the back, opening my eyes and looking in hers, softly saying, "okay, darling, Kimmy, I'll suck on your baby titties like you were a big girl, `cause you're daddy's special big girl, honey."

She closed her eyes, and thrust her tiny chest forward as she leaned back toward the table on my forearms. As I bent to take her child chest flesh into my hungry mouth, I looked over her face and head to Missy and Kristy. Missy stroked Kimmy's soft hair, cooing, "aww, what a good little girl you are for daddy, honey." I saw Kristy moving out of her side of the bench, stepping around the table, bare, save for the ribbon in her hair. What beauty, that bare eight-year old cunny, those pert little nips. I brought my face all the way down to the center of Kimmy's little chest, kissing her there, just as I felt Kristy enter the bench on my side of the booth.

My strong hands cradled Kimmy gently, moving and turning her tiny, light body from side to side as I mouthed first one of her baby boobies and then the other, savoring the taste of her girl skin, salty with sweat from what had transpired in the time leading up to this. I teased at her tiny nipples with the tip of my tongue, wondering if I might coax them to the erect condition in which I'd just seen Kristy's, alternately mouthing each little bud first with my wet lips and light touches of my teeth, suckling and pulling at her fleshy mounds, and dragging my lips off to let the coolness of the air meet her nipple as I moved to the opposite side. Missy continued to stroke Kimmy's soft hair and coo, "aww, yes, good baby girl..baby girl likes daddy sucking her big girl titties, mmmhmmm."

Missy's eyes, though, were fixed on mine, and mine alternated back and forth from Kimmy's little chest to the loving softness of those eyes. I was panting hard for breath, and as I gasped, Kimmy's baby nipple near my lips, my eyes wandered down across the protrusion of her tummy to her puffy little cunny slit, wet and slippery. There was movement, though, beyond that, as Kristy's little left hand slid slowly up and down her half-sister's inner thigh, caressing what has to be the softest part of any girl, occasionally bringing her hand all the way up to Kimmy's bare pussy, playing her fingers across small, puffy pussy lips. Her right hand was holding Kimmy's tiny left butt cheek, steadying her half-sister, as she fingered her wet little slit.

My cock was so rock fucking hard, and I was moving my hips now, making the edge of my cock head drag against the juice running down Kimmy's thigh. God. So fucking soft. "Suck them, Daddy," Kimmy hissed. Kristy kissed across Kimmy's tummy and down to the very top of her slit, her head wedged between our bodies, her long soft hair tickling at my cock head with each upward thrust.

I wanted to cum so bad. I struggled with my feet under the table, kicking my shoes off, working the jeans and shorts of my legs with my feet, and stripping down my socks, kicking everything back under the bench. I wanted, when I ever came, to be completely free to do that, no constraints. I spread my legs now, making my cock even harder, and more straight up erect underneath Kimmy's tiny bare baby cunt.

"Mmmmm," I began to whine, lifting my face from Kimmy's wet little chest and looking at Missy. Long, needing whines, "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, baby...., honey...., baby...., darling....," I intoned, achingly, between my panting gasps.

"Oh baby, need to, honey," I finally surrendered, whispering out hard, "need to so much, Missy!" She smiled, serenely, but with an equal ache "I know daddy, me too, baby, me too."

Kimmy wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me, surrounding me with her flashy nakedness, her body slipping against mine, and I startled as I felt the coolness of Kristy's nine-year old hand wrap itself lovingly around my cock shaft. "Kay," she said in a babyish whisper, "get daddy ready, now." She took a small, slow pump up the length of my shaft, milking more clear precum out and down onto her fingers, purring, "mhm, get my daddy READY, Kimmy...to squirt his hot cummy inside my little cunt with his big hard cock."

"Ohhhhhh, myyyyyyy god, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I rasped out, "Ohhhhhhh fuuuuck, Kristy," I moaned, looking at Missy, "oh baby," I melted, "oh fuck, baby."

Missy was smiling so widely, and Kristy was grinning gleefully while Kimmy giggling into my shoulder, "Daddies like to squirt hot cum in little girl pussies, Kristy, huh?"

"Mhm, Kimmy, they sure do," she said, still pumping my cock, drawing her hand all the way up and off it, trailing her fingers and rolling them around it's swollen purple head. "They like to fuck their soft little baby girls, Kimmy," she continued, "so much they like to fuck their little girls," she said, lyrically, pumping my cock, rhythmically in time with her sweet words, "with..., their...., big...., hard...., cocks," she finished the sentence.

"Help him with me, Kimmy," Kristy talked softly to Kimmy, putting her other hand on Kimmy's shoulder, "help me get daddy's big cock ready for my little cunt, Kimmy."

I was collapsed back against the back of the bench, now, and just stared across the table at Missy, lost in this, my crazy dream, as I felt Kimmy's body slide against my chest, and down, until my cock, still held firmly in Kristy's little hand, was buried in the wet folds of the little kindergartener's cunt crack.

I couldn't take much more, I sure didn't think.

Kimmy pumped her little mound down on me, though, gently and rhythmically, my firmly held big cock prying into her gentle soft folds. My breaths were coming in short gasps, now, and Missy bit her lower lip, looking at me, her eyes as glazed as mine must've also been.

Finally, I couldn't take any more, rasping out, "oh baby."

Missy looked at me calmly, "taste her, Daddy, taste your little baby girl." 
"Yeah," Kimmy breathed into my ear, lifting herself up and off me, putting her hands on the edge of the table, her tiny bottom hovering over my pounding cock, "taste my little bum and baby cunt, daddy," she said.

"Fuck!," I gasped, pumping up once hard through Kristy's hand and into Kimmy's soft little bum crack. "Oh fuck, babies," I nearly cried, as Kimmy was moving now, and I watched her climb from my lap and up climb onto the table, her sweet, taut little bum right at my face. My hand reached out, not wanting this bare little cherub to escape me, grazing down her side, and coming to rest in the fold between her hip and tummy, thumb on the corner of her soft baby bum cheek. Missy took her little hands in her own, saying, "kiss me, Kimmy, kiss me on the lips while daddy licks your little bummy and cunny, honey." Kimmy arched her little bum high, lying her face against Missy's hands on the table. Missy kissed her on the side of the face, in her hair behind her ear, working her way down in soft, sucking kisses to the corner of her mouth, tasting the little baby.

Kristy continued her slow pumps on my cock, never increasing her speed or grip enough to make me squirt my hot cum out, but never slowing down or loosening her soft hand and fingers to the point it might just give out.

I ached. How I fucking ached.

What a so very beautiful scene, though.

I closed my eyes and dreamed for several seconds. This could so be eternity.

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