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 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.
   ...