Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: The Coffee Shop, Chapter 4 Codes: Mgg, Fgg, cons, rom, ped, oral NOTICE TO ALL OF THOSE TO WHOM THIS PRESENTS: By continuing to read past this point, you agree: That you are in agreement with and are in compliance with the ASSTR.ORG terms and conditions, both on the front page (http://www/asstr.org) and at http://www.asstr.org/terms.html. Furthermore, you agree not to alter or excise any material, including the copyright notice and the disclaimer, below COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All original, applicable material within all pages herein Copyright 2000-2007 by person registered as holder of the ASSTR.ORG account username amarklgl. All rights reserved. No portion of any original material may be republished, without exception, in any form, anywhere, by any person, organization or media without the expressed written consent of the copyright holder. 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It is now shared with the public, without relinquishing any copyright protection, without financial gain, and for no other commercial purpose, as part of a record of events between two consenting, roleplaying adults. *** The Coffee Shop Chapter Four My brow furrowed, my eyes blinked hard, and I brought my hungry mouth across the inch-wide gap between our lips and almost two generations, and gently kissed her upper lip, softly and slowly dragging my lips back off hers, licking the taste of her child saliva from my own. Divine. Her eyes were closed, and she breathed out softly, "again, Mister, again," pressing forward the warmth of her pussy against my pubis. Missy's arm was moving resolutely, now, and Kristy's back rose and fell, obviously grinding down hard on Missy's hand and fingers, beads of sweat across her shoulders. Missy's eyes were glazed, and she too, was beginning to make little panting, whimpering noises, gasping in whispers, "yeah, Kristy, that's a good girl, honey." I kept my hand at the back of Kimmy's little head, but moved the one from her hand to her little butt, drawing it forward against my crotch. She moved one hand flat against my chest, the other to the back of my own head, and we fell into another kiss, hungrily drinking at each other's mouth. Mine covered hers completely, and in between the moments of her tiny tongue probing my mouth, I passed the tip of my tongue across the front edge of her baby teeth, and tickled it against the tip of her own. At one point, she began suckling hard on my tongue, her teeth sinking slightly in; a five-year old, hungrily fucking my mouth with her tongue. We were getting more and more lost, and my grip tightened on the whole of her little bum, my hand spanning both cheeks, gripping her baby butt hard, and forcing it against my burning crotch. She was rotating her hips now, grinding against the length of my shaft, milking precum into my shorts. Frantic, I let her to hold onto my head and neck with her hands, and cupped the fleshiness of her bare little chest in my right hand, her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching gently. Child or not, five-year old or not, she was deriving something from the grinding of her panty covered cunt against the coarseness of my jeans, the hardness of my cock shaft, and the lubricating moisture, which had worked its way out of her baby slit and into her panties was increasing the warmth on my cock. Images of her bare little pussy were flashing hard, in and out of my mind. My heart, I'm sure, had never beaten so fast, my panting pronounced and raspy. her eyes flashed and danced, and I could feel the smile on her lips even as we continued our greedy kiss. "Aww, baby," I managed, rasping, somehow among the kiss, and was now pulling the fabric of her dress out from under her little bum, removing one more barrier between her flesh and my own. So fucking lost. I breathed deep, gasping for air, and trying to stay afloat in the dream in which I was steadily drowning, and reached under her taut, tiny butt, in the space between my thighs, gripping her pantied left buttock in the fullness of my hand, my pinky finger pressed against her bum hole through her now moist panties. She stopped kissing me abruptly, and we both froze, our eyes locked upon each other's. She squeezed her little butt cheeks together against my pinky finger. I pressed in just a tiny bit more, parting her cheeks some with my one-handed grip. She hugged me tight, bringing her chest against my own, and pushed her little butt backwards and out, her little bum opening under her soft cotton panties, allowing my pinky finger a little more entrance, then flexed her cheeks again, enclosing the edges of the finger with the softness of her tiny baby bum cheeks. Surely, we loved one another, now. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she purred out softly in my neck. "Do that some more, Mister, please," she whispered, still holding on to me with her left hand, but thrusting her right now down between our stomachs, momentarily working to get the front of her dress up. I felt the backs of her tiny fingers against the shaft of my cock as they wriggled their way down the front of her little panties to her little soft baby cunt. With the fingers of my right hand, caught between our chests when she had leaned forward to hug me, and to hold on tight, I continued to work her baby nipple and the fleshy skin surrounding it. She whimpered lightly against me, and I knew her tiny fingers had found her little magic place, her kindergarten clitty. Her mouth was obviously open as I could feel her breaths coming in warm gasps against my neck as she jacked her tiny clit with her fingers. "Awww," I thought, "so good, little baby, yes, let yourself, little darling, do it, sweet baby, fill your little yellow panties with baby cum." She was grinding now hard, her buttocks flexing and relaxing in time with the grind of her hips against her hand. I wondered if I would cum in my jeans, but was too lost in the fleshy feel of her child body, surrounding me, to be much concerned with extracting my cock to pump out my own orgasm. The moans and gasps and whimpers from Missy and Kristy on the other side of the booth were increasing in both tempo and intensity, both lost in one another, and neither much concerned about what I might think, much less, anyone else. Three little girls, all working their baby cunts in one way or another, were filling the air with the intoxicating scent of girl juice, and I wanted to drink them all. There would be time, though, I told myself, for me to cum, too. Complying with Kimmy's plea for me to "do that some more," I extracted my other hand from between our chests, but not before frantically working my shirt buttons open so that her chest bareness would be against my own. I could feel now, as I withdrew my hand and brought it down to her little bum, both her nipples against my chest, and her movement dragged the child flesh of her little flat chest across my own nipples. "Oh god, daddy," I heard Missy pant, her eyes snapping open and locking on mine. "Oh god, Kristy, yes, honey, don't stop," she panted, shifting toward the middle of the seat, and obviously lifting and pulling her legs backward some, trying to get her cunt as open as possible, I imagined. Kristy was lying against her stomach and chest, her hair sweaty, and I watched as Missy freed her hand from between their bodies, where it had been working her own cunt, the other working Kristy's bare pubes. Rasping, she whispered to Kristy, "bare, Kristy, bare," and frantically worked to get the rest of the coveralls down and over her buttocks and thighs, until I heard them drop to the floor beneath us. "These, too, honey," she said next, "these, too, okay?" "Mhm," was Kristy's reply, and I watched her move her body, helping Missy to slip her panties down and off, too. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Kristy purred, with a light whine, once that had been accomplished, melting against the warm softness of Missy's stomach and breasts. Missy brought the small panties up and across the table with her hand, looking at me, and saying, "here, Daddy, these are for you." Kimmy was still rhythmically grinding her lil cunny against me and her fingers, seeming to have found a groove of sorts, and I took the panties and brought them to my face. Silky and white, one would not expect they made such panties for a child of Kristy's age. I turned them in my one hand, to the soaking wet crotch, and brought them to my nostrils, breathing in the scent of Kristy's baby cunny. Looking at Missy, I gently purred, "awww, thank you, honey, thank you," and licked and sucked at Kristy's cunt juice in the crotch. "So good, baby, so good, honey," I breathed softly, "so fucking good." Kristy looked backed over her shoulder and smiled widely at me. Then fell back to her rhythm with Missy. "More, Mister, more," Kimmy whimpered in my ear, "more on my bummy, Mister, please, more on my little bummy, Mister." "Okay, baby," I said through gritted teeth, humping my crotch up against her little cunt, 'kay...baby..'kay," pumping with her grind. She wanted all of it, it seemed, and so I gripped her taut little butt with both of my hands, now, my fingers reaching all the way under almost to her own, buried in the fleshy folds of her cunt, and squeezed her soft cheeks in my hands, again and again. "Bare," she whispered, "touch my bareness, Daddy," she said, surprising me with the same title Missy had used. She was becoming more frantic now and our chests slipped against one another's with the sweat of both. "Mmmmmmmmmm," I swallowed, hard, bringing my hands up the back of her buttocks to her panty waistband, and slipped them inside and down, one, then the other. "Ohhhhhh fuck, Kimmy," I said out loud, "ohhhh fuck, little baby," I whined, and needed to cum so badly. "Yeah," she managed chokingly, "yeah," she gasped, "like that...now touch my bum hole, daddy, touch my bum hole with your big finger," she pleaded, arching her tiny ass back into my hands. I reached further under her, wetting one of my index fingers in the juicy folds of her little wet cunt, and brought it backwards, dragging up her wet little slit to her baby anus, slowly curling it against her baby pucker. "Mmm," she said, "yeah, like that." The fingers of my other hand played in the pudgy folds of her kindergarten cunny, intermittently mingling with her own fingers, which were curling hard against her hard, swollen little clit. She seemed to be flexing outward, and forcing her bum to open more as I worked in little circles around its now wet rim. If it was possible, it appeared she was nearing her orgasm, her little thrusts becoming pronounced and steady, and I swear her nipples had even become hard, though I couldn't believe it to be true. For such a small girl, she managed to work her bum back against my finger making it open enough for the first segment of my finger to be penetrating her little firm ass. She gasped now, and whimpered, and thrust back surprisingly hard, and I wiggled my finger a little more and buried it full in her little anus, the flesh of her cheeks taut against my knuckles. "Mhmm," she gasped shortly, "mhm." I wiggled my finger gently inside her, and began to work my other index finger into her swollen, wet cunny. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she whined shrilly, spreading her legs, pressing her vulva onto the knuckles of my hand, her soft baby cunt flesh spreading itself around my other fingers. So fucking wet, for a child cunt, I thought. Soon though, that index finger was also buried inside her little body, and I could feel the ends of each inside her, and wiggled them both gently, finger fucking her little kindergarten cunt and ass at the same time, her own little vibrator. I looked over at Missy just as Kristy was turning in her lap, lying back against her chest. Missy had her right hand between them both, jacking her own hard clit under Kristy's firm little ass, and finger fucking Kristy's cunny with the fingers of her other hand. Kristy was working her own little clit with the fingers of her right hand, and pinching at her erect child nipples with the other. Missy kissed and sucked at Kristy's right ear, and they panted in unison. "I'm gonna cum, Kristy," she gasped, looking at me, her eyes flashing, "oh god, I'm gonna cum, Daddyyyyyyyyyy," she moaned, arching upward, lifting Kristy's body. "Mmmmm," Kristy bit her upper lip, "me, too, Missy, me too," she whispered, hard and fast, both of their bodies beginning to tense, and turned her head and face back toward Missy's. "Kiss me," Missy intoned lightly. Kristy's lips parted, and they began to kiss, dragging their wet lips off each others several hungry times. Kimmy's body stiffened and she began to shudder, squeezing both of my fingers hard. Kristy arched up so her fingers and hot little cunny could be seen above the table edge, her middle finger buried full up in her swollen cunt. Missy moaned out loudly, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gooooooddddddddddd, Dadddddyyyyyyy," shaking hard, Kristy's shrill whine filled the air, "aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Miisssssssssssssyyyyyy," coming in the middle, as they both shook hard against one another, gushing hot girl juice from out of their wet cunnies. Kimmy's orgasm had been delayed just a split second or two, during the momentary stiffening of her tiny body in my lap, and came at the end of Kristy's soft moan, the stiffening leaving her body, as the five-year old began to shudder against my chest and fingers, soaking my hand entirely, and crying out without words, "aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh," several times over, flexing again, her little soft bum and cunt against my fingers. Missy and Kristy collapsed across the booth, softly kissing each other, each gently fondling the others breasts and nipples with their hands. Kimmy's body lay limp against me, her head resting on my shoulder as I gently wriggled my fingers out of her tiny soft openings. "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww," I purred soft and gentle, caressing the round softness of Kimmy's little bum, "good babies, good babies all, honeys, so good little babies making your little baby girl cunnies cum." "Good babies," I smiled serenely. Kristy and Missy stopped kissing for a moment, and both sighed together, shaking their heads. "Yeah, so, so good," Kristy said quietly, turning her head to me, "so good, Daddy," she grinned, melting me. Kimmy only just snuggled in closer against me. "You're my daddy, too, now, Mister," she cooed, "my daddy, too," and kissed my neck with her warm wet little lips. God, her little soft bum felt so, so, good in my hands, and while my cock had relaxed for a moment as the little girls had their orgasms, it was hardening again, and now I longed to cum, too. So much. ...