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 Title: The Coffee Shop, Chapter 3
Codes: Mgg, Fgg, cons, rom, ped, oral

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   Chapter Three

   But now, in spite of having just zipped my jeans back up, all of a
sudden, it was so safe, again, to breathe.

   It was safe again, to melt.  Missy's eyes were locked back on mine as I
looked up again.  I blinked, my lips parted, I swallowed hard, and breathed
out in a near pant as I felt my heart begin to race with a new fury.

   "Baby," I mouthed almost silent, the word.  "Awww baby," I repeated,
louder still, my eyes aching, my fingers back again at my cock, aching
again inside my jeans.  I was panting now; it was all becoming too much,
and I wanted to just go ahead and jack my cock off under the table, at the
very least, for some sweet relief.

   She knew.  She so fucking knew, this gentle smile playing across her
full dark lips, her eyes screaming, or pleading, or just so gently saying,
"go ahead, baby, jack that hard cock, jack it for me, baby."

   My eyes were watering and I couldn't stop blinking, and I wrapped my
right hand firm and hard around my aching cock, taking a few hard strokes
inside my jeans, and feeling the precum begin to flow into my shorts. 
"Fuck, oh fuck," I nearly moaned, flattening the palm of my left hand on
the table, trying desperately to get a grip on something anything, but the
thoughts...of pounding this woman's cunt so hard, out of my head, for just
a moment or two.  Things were going so far, getting so deep, and the little
girls were still right there at the table, Kimmy and Kristy.

   It was then I noticed Missy's left hand was no longer upon the table,
her right one curled into a little fist upon the table, tighter than it
shoulda been.  An image of her hot swollen vulva flooded my mind, and I put
my left hand over her right, looked softly into her eyes, and said,
"breathe baby...nice and easy, honey, just breathe....it is okay."

   She swallowed hard, and shifted some in the seat, her fist becoming
slightly more relaxed, and I watched her chest heave up and down, her erect
nipples showing hard through the fabric, as she caught her breath, and
leaned forward whispering to me amid the voices of the little girl's
chattering, "did her little cunt feel good, honey?...did Kimmy's little
baby cunt feel good against your big warm fingers and hand, daddy."

   "Ohhhh, baby," I gasped audibly, my eyes flashing from hers to Kristy's
and then fixing on Kimmy's.  Kimmy smiled impishly, remarking with a
shocking air of the casual, "well, I know his hand felt good on me,
Missy..I liked it..I liked it lots."

   "Oh my God," I thought, "she fucking told....she told Kristy, and Kristy
told Missy." My eyes moved to accuse Kristy, but Kristy just began to
giggle, smiling, cocking her head to the side, and remarking, in a whisper,
with equal indifference, "well Mister, it's not like we're that little,
Missy already showed me how to cum by rubbing my clitty.  We're not afraida
sex, Mister..Missy told us, 'these are our cunnies and our bummies and our
nippies and we can do with them as we please, when we please'"

   The longest breath of the morning passed out of my mouth then, and I
heard Missy say, "that's right girls, it is always your decision to do with
your bodies as you please, and no means no, but yes can mean yes if you
want it to,' she smiled, gently stroking each of their heads in turn with
her free left hand, her right, still nowhere to be seen.

   This was some sort of super strange dream, and I was now entirely
confidant that was all that it was, and that soon, but hopefully not too
soon, I would wake up, wherever I had fallen asleep.

   For now, though, I just grinned a mile at all three of these angels.

   "I love you all, so much," I said.  "I love you all, so, so, so much," I
said again, shaking my head.

   "We know that," Kristy said, "and we love you, too, Mister, lots and
lots."

   She smiled so soft and gentle, then, and I watched her little hands, and
heard her voice talking again, never a sound so sweet, a movement so
serene, "look, Mister, look," she said, unbuttoning her blouse across from
me, "I want you to see."

   One button, the next, the next, as Missy looked upon her little chest,
and Kimmy silently grinned next to her.  Two more buttons now, as I watched
her soft fingers move in this dream.  Then folding those fingers along the
inner hem of the blouse opening, she parted the fabric, and I watched,
transfixed as she exposed a wider and wider expanse of her little flat
chest, the tan lines from her summer swimsuit accentuating it all the more:
soft lightly tanned skin surrounding a much whiter middle area.  So slowly,
it seemed minutes before the margins of the fabric had been pulled far
enough apart to reach the very edges of her tiny brown baby areolas.

   The fabric stopped moving now, and I assumed for a moment, I was waking
up.  I looked up to meet Kristy's eyes, though, which danced, absolutely
danced with pleasure that I could find something so beautiful in breasts
that required no bra.  She grinned, meltingly, looked down proudly at her
chest, at her baby boobies, and pulled the fabric full wide now,
exclaiming, "see, Mister, they're hard, my girl nipples are hard, just from
talking about my cunny."

   "They sure are, honey," Missy said, passing the finger tips of her left
hand lightly over one, and the other, teasing them in turn to even more
erect hardness.  Kristy obviously did not mind in that moment, as I watched
her eyes flutter shut, along with Missy's.  Intoxicating imagery of my hot
white cum splashing across her little flat chest and tiny brown nipples,
assailed me, before that brief reverie was interrupted by Kimmy's girlish
little voice, "no fair, I want mine touched, too, Missy, I want someone to
touch mine," she whined.  "Look, I have them, too," she exclaimed, and
without any hesitation at all, pulled the straps of her dress down onto her
tiny shoulders, rolling the tight portion covering her small chest down
near her tummy, her pudgy little baby nipples poking invitingly out, not
erect at all, but still inverted in their prepubescent form.  She was
looking at me, as if expecting me to respond to her plea, twisting first
this way and then the other, thrusting each little brown bump out as if
they were full grown little tits.

   [K, ummm, for the purposes of this journal entry, all the people in the
restaurant is just gonna go away, and we'll remark no more upon that
anachronism, mkay?]

   I was melting.  Everything that I was, or ever would or ever could
become was wrapped solidly around these three, and lost entirely in Missy's
eyes as I watched her tongue curl and gently flick at Kristy's little hard
nipples while gazing out at me, telling me, "yes, yes, baby, yes, drink
her, she is for you, darling, she is all for you, always, all of us, all
for you, my sweet darling...and you, you, honey, all for us."

   Kimmy smiled at me.  "Please mister, I want it, too, Mister, I want
loving."

   She looked at Missy.  Kristy's right hand was seemingly trying to hold
her aunt's head near to her chest, keeping that warm, wet loving tongue at
her hard little baby nipples, her eyes closed, her chest gently heaving,
her left hand below the table, presumably, from the movement of the muscle
in her arm, working her sweet little cunt.

   I'd no sooner thought this, than she retracted her hand back out from
under the table, her fingers shiny with wetness, and moved them to Missy's
warm mouth, which closed around those little fingers, sucking her niece's
cunt juice into her waiting mouth.

   "Can I, Missy," Kimmy asked, "can I, Missy, I want to, I want to let
Mark put his mouth on my nipples like you're doing to Kristy, Missy, is
that okay?"

   Missy smiled and nodded, "of course you can, you know that, Kimmy;
they're yours, remember?"

   "Yay," I heard Kimmy say, and saw her moving out of the booth and toward
my side of the table, "yay, Missy, I like being loved up."

   Missy was moving some now, anyway, crowding Kristy toward the edge of
the booth bench, as it became obvious she was fucking her own hot cunt with
her right hand, or certainly something close to that anyway.  She was
panting, and brought her near dripping wet right hand out from under the
table, and I watched as Kristy sucked each of her wet fingers one at a
time, licking her little tongue between the spaces at Missy's cunt juice.

   We were all....lost.

   And it was all so beautiful, we four, us two, all one.

   I looked so lovingly at Missy now.  "I love you, honey," I said softly.

   Missy looked back at me, and with both her hands, lifted her tee-shirt
up and over her beautiful supple breasts to rest on the space of her chest
between her neck and the top of her sweet tits.  While she was doing this,
Kristy was wriggling her own arms completely out of her blouse and was now
topless, so beautifully topless.  Missy reached up with both her hands, and
pulled the edges of her bra down, spilling her gorgeous tits out, hard
nippled and still heaving with her breath.  Kristy's little face melted
into Missy's chest, each of her small hands holding one of Missy's breasts,
her tiny fingers curled near the nipples, gently pinching.  Missy lovingly
stroked back Kristy's soft brown hair with her left hand, down onto her
bare back, and even further, again and again.  I saw the flash of Kristy
white teeth, and the corner of her smile, as she dragged those teeth off
the edge of Missy's hard left nipple, her fingers nearly in her mouth with
Missy's nipple.  Missy's eyes closed and she sloped backward now,
stretching her legs forward, her niece upon her lap, greedily suckling at
her tits.  I watched the beads of sweat form across Missy's lip, and knew
the fingers of her right hand were working her clit hard.  With her left,
she caressed down Kristy's back, till her hand disappeared under the table,
and I knew she was cupping that so soft taut little bum in her warm loving
hand, now.  A tiny whimper escaped Kristy, and I watched her bare flesh
tense up some, and begin it's grind against her aunt's hand and fingers,
which were surely moving in Kristy's slick little baby slit.

   Suddenly, Kimmy was in my lap, facing me, smiling gleefully, closing her
eyes, her soft lashes fluttering against her little white cheeks, and
whispering, "kiss me, Mister, kiss me first, Mister, then you can please
suck on my little titty nipples like Missy does Kristy's, kay, Mister?"

   She sat down now firmly in my lap, folding her shins back on the bench,
her thighs and too soft little bottom squishing softly down on my own, my
hard cock pressed against the bottom of her right thigh.  I pulsed hard
against that fleshy thigh through my jeans, flexing my cock shaft.  I'm
sure she could feel it.  She rocked slightly forward, then, dragging her
sweet little cunt against my aching balls, looking up, her pouty child lips
pursed and waiting for my kiss.

   I panted.

   I let this moment, this dream, drag on for eternity, swallowing again
and again, and watching Missy across the table, her right hand and fingers
obviously, from the writhing of Kristy's narrow form, working the
eight-year old's little cunt and clit.  Kristy was making little noises,
little gasps and whimpers, her hands still grasping Missy's firm tits,
working the nipples with her lil soft tongue.

   My eyes closed again, my mind reeling.  The scent of Kimmy's head and
body filled my nostrils.  I breathed it in so deeply, again and again, so
slowly and so fully.  I swear I could feel heat from her tiny cunt in my
lap.  With my eyes still closed, I brought my hands up and cradled her
face, my fingers behind her tiny ears, my thumbs at the corner of her child
lips and mouth.  "Aww, baby," I gasped out, breathing hard, my chest rising
and falling.  "Aww, sweet baby," I breathed, whispering, "okay, okay,
honey, okay Kimmy, I will kiss you then, little girl," and bent her body
slightly backward toward the table, moving my right hand behind her head,
taking her right hand in my left, closing it around her soft fingers,
opening my eyes and bringing my face to hers.

   I stopped, right on that threshold, my lips close enough I could feel
the light, warm breeze of her breath, and her eyes fluttered softly open,
her lips parting just a bit, a smile crossing over them, now.  "G'head,"
she said, taste me, Mister, taste 5-year old me, Mark."