Coffee Shop

Strictly speaking, it isn't a cafe: the sign out front says “coffee shop...” But that makes little difference to you. The serene sight of the man and his bimbo by the canal has made you want something similar. And a well placed sign (in English, surprisingly) is all it takes.

Arm in arm with April and Mike, you sit down at a booth together. A waiter brings you a menu, which has surprisingly little food or drink listed: most of the options are measured in grams.

"Honey," April says, "I think this is one of those marijuana shops."

"Well, why not embrace the local culture for a bit? When in Rome..."

Mike seems particularly interested in the menu. He pores over it, placing a thoughtful finger between his lips. You think back to Jizzi's pumped-up lips and almost regret not taking her with you… Seeing her suck on a joint would have been something else.

"Have you smoked weed before, Buttslut?"

"Sure," replies Mike. He didn't even pause. "I'll start with something small..."

"Start with?"

Before Mike can reply, the waiter looks at the item beside Mike's finger on the menu and turns to you.

"Will that be alright, sir?"

You wonder for a moment why the waiter is asking you to confirm Mike's order—Then you realise that your lack of a micro-bikini might make it obvious which member of your group is in charge.

"Yes, he can have that."

You order some espresso for you and April, while Mike turns it down. Thankfully, the coffee shop does indeed serve the drink in its name.

Then April decides to remind you of the man you saw sipping coffee outside—Not with her words, but by slipping beneath the table and taking your cock between her lips.

The waiter soon returns with your orders, nonplussed by April's disappearance. There’s no tablecloth, so it's no mystery where she went—And the sounds of licking and slurping are a giveaway too.

Mike gets his freshly-rolled joint, while you’re handed some fine Dutch coffee. April has her cup placed on the table, directly over her bobbing head.

Mike puffs on the joint experimentally. "That's clean..." He smiles.

"You've got experience, huh?"

Instead of responding, he grins at you. His eyes aren't glassy yet, but it won't be long.

"Give me some of that."

Mike slips the cigarette from between his lips and turns to hand it to you, but you stop him.

“Actually, you know what? Take a big drag of it and hold it in your mouth.”

Mike inhales deeply, the smoke inflating his rosy cheeks.

"Now kiss me."

Mike leans across the table, and you smash your lips against his, letting the smoke pour into your mouth.

Your tongue wrestles with his for a time, while down below April's tongue wrestles with your cock. Then you pull your mouth away from Mike, and you both exhale.

"Fuuuuck," you both groan, sounding almost identical—Apart from Mike’s artificially-higher pitch.

April looks up at you, perhaps irritated by her family's rude language, but decides not to say anything and focuses on sucking instead.

"Hey, April—You want some of this?" You grab the back of Mike's head and wiggle it in his mother's direction, like you're showing her a bong.

"Well... Normally I would never," she says proudly, between noisy slurps at your shaft. "But it is a different country, with different customs, so..." She nods.

Mike tokes up again, then purses his lips shut. You press his head down beneath the table, and April takes a break from your cock so she can lock lips with her son.

You clap your palms onto Mike's face and press down on his cheeks like a pair of bellows, giggling at his ridiculous expression—Not that he needs the help: April is sucking the smoke straight from his mouth.

Soon all three of you are delightfully high… Mike especially. Every time you or April want a hit, you take it from his mouth, meaning he gets all the more smoke in his lungs.

Your coffee pairs well with the taste, but April's is getting cold. She seems more at home underneath the table than beside it. You place a finger under her chin, and motion for her to come back up.

It takes her some time to notice: she’s busy squeezing Mike's face for another hit. Finally, she rises up.

Mike's head dangles underneath the table, his eyes blissfully closed. They open when you take him by the hair and wrench him back into his seat, his ****-out body bending easily to your will. You give him two quick taps on the ass, and he stands up.

"Huh? Are we going?" You respond by grabbing his massive behind and slamming it back down onto your hard cock. “Hnnngh!”

"Not a chance," you chuckle. "April hasn't finished her coffee… And I've never fucked a bong before."

Mike's head droops as the combination of **** and sex overwhelms his mind. His hand, still clutching the cigarette, rises limply to his lips. He has trouble keeping his mouth on it, because of how hard you're slamming his hips up and down… But that's probably for the best: he’s high enough. A little air mixed in with the smoke can't hurt.

April sips on her coffee with surprising daintiness, after just having slurped away at the cock that now ravages her son's limp body in front of her.

She smiles. You smile back.