Honey Princess (part 1)

by luvsveal9

Thanks to eloquent delinquent for his help to prepare this for my debut story.

This story is complete fantasy and only fantasy.

My husband and I are childless but are both very much lovers of children, in every sense of the word.

Being a girl myself, it may seem odd that I am attracted to little girls but men certainly have an affinity for youngsters of their own sex, so why not females" I actually believe that there are a lot more of my type of women than people realize. My husband Mark was certainly surprised by my leanings, given how much I adore the sexual pleasure we give each other. But now he couldn't be happier.

We're the same that way. We just love the clean, smooth shapes of little girls. The pure innocence of little girls is very attractive. I just love the way they skip, play, giggle and cuddle the way they do. Heck, our hearts melt when a little girl simply looks at us a certain way!

They don't realize the power that they have.

Of course they also don't realize the incredible power of what lies nestled between their smooth, soft legs. Their hairless, pouty pussies have powers beyond anything they could imagine. Not only does it have the power to attract "perverts," it has the power to provide great pleasure to them, even at a very young age. But we do, and to guide and teach a little girl in the delights of her body is something we adore, and crave.

That's why that morning my pulse began to race as soon as I saw who the call was from. Jon"

"Hello, Kara. Is Mark there as well"

I glanced eagerly around at my husband, who was at the sink rinsing out the French press but already looking at me with an inquisitive expression. I'll put you on speaker."

Jon's calming voice came clearly through my cell's tiny speaker. I won't interrupt your morning too much, but I think you should come by the institute when you're available. We've had a new arrival that I think might be a good fit for the two of you. When you come down I can show you her file, let you do some observation, and if you feel comfortable, maybe get acquainted."

Mark and I had been staring at each other with growing elation. His attractive face was lit with a giddy mix of anticipation, affection, and a twinkle of something more, something he could probably see in my own face. A bit of dirty longing.

Could we swing by tonight?

Jon is the director of an orphanage one town over from ours, and we practically raced there after work. During the trip, my husband and I chatted excitedly, our hopes, our desires. Our love of little girls and the secret sexual delights they can offer is part of what brought Mark and I together. When we realized neither of us was alone in our deviancy, it took away the guilt and shame we'd been carrying and gave us a new dimension of our sexuality we could share.

Becoming Foster parents for our local orphanage had been a genius idea for my husband and myself, as we now have unfettered, unsupervised and non-stop access to children of all ages. It was the perfect scenario to turn our home into our sexual playhouse, and we were fired with the chance to do it again.

Over the past year or so Mark and I have become very close to Jon. As our relationship grew more relaxed, we began to sense something about him. Our conversations were very subtle at first. We'd ask him questions about how to deal with a child's precocious interest in genitals or sexuality, and he'd reply that years of available statistical studies show that it is very common for children to discover themselves and masturbate, many experimentally, but some making a habit of self-pleasure. Orphans were particularly prone to use sexual stimulation as a soothing escape.

After a while of this cryptic discussion, Jon told us there were a number of children that passed through his facility that showed signs of being chronic masturbators. He'd created a file category especially for them, which he kept in the strictest confidence as he tried to discern which families would best be able to cope with children who had these habits. He described them as being a particular kind of "special needs" child, one that would need a certain amount of tolerance and nurturing to be healthy.

We assured him that we'd never expect him to violate his confidence, and that as Fosters we would be perfectly willing to have such children in our home. Something thawed then, and we began to talk about the beauty of children beginning to explore, teach and enjoy their pretty, innocent, soft smooth bodies.

At that point, Jon offered to show us his videos. After that, our trust was complete.

That night he welcomed us and sat us down in his office. We're very comfortable now. Jon walked us through the Foster process with Nikki, our first wonderful little girl, and seeing how she'd grown and blossomed in our care, he worked hard to find other placements for us. He flipped open a file on his desk.

"I know you're mostly interested in girls aged 5 to 9, so when Emmy arrived I immediately kept you in mind. She's 6, very bright but a little shy. Father unknown, mother a recidivist drug abuser, and she's still remarkably well-adjusted. Independent, with a highly rich fantasy life."

"A bit of a dreamer," Mark offered.

Jon nodded, "But she can prepare basic meals for herself." He tapped on his computer and turned the monitor toward us, showing a photo. "This is her."

Her smile simply captivated me. "Oh, she's adorable!"

Jon grinned. She's a cutie. However, in under a week, I realized placement might be challenging. "That's when I knew I should contact the two of you"

My heart started thumping again at that, and I could feel the pulsation right down between my legs. Why's that"

During Emmy's bath times, one of our personal caretakers here named Debra noted the consistent redness and inflammation of the girl's vulva. As she kept up her observations, she discovered it was due to Emmy's inclination to stimulate her genitals."

She's masturbating" Mark asked. I could practically feel the heat coming off of him from where he sat next to me. I knew he was getting erect just imagining it. I was going to get fucked so hard tonight.

Jon started tapping keys again and I could see he was entering his monitor password. Just seeing him do that made me wet. He'd caught her on video.

The discreet video surveillance system that monitored all activities of each child in their rooms was a "safety" measure, making sure that no dangerous behavior is taking place or that no child is in a panic. But it also allowed the staff to observe the children in their most private moments, and it confirmed all of my suspicions. More than half the children in the facility masturbated to some degree.

Jon now has hours of tapes of little boys and girls masturbating when they think they are alone. My panties were dampening because Jon had shown us footage of children with their pants pushed down, experimentally touching themselves, boys gently exploring their rigid little penises, girls cupping their little slits. We'd seen another little girl frantically humping her wrist in the shower, a boy on a stairwell in a dream of pleasure as he stroked his dick until his sudden spasm of spermless orgasm returned him to Earth, another girl lifting her skirt and dipping into her panties as she looked nervously through a doorway, little hand working faster as she twitched and jumped until she shuddered in bliss. And then there was Nikki, our little Nikki, sneaking into the playroom late one night, stripping naked, and playing joyfully and relentlessly with her sensitive cunt, rubbing herself to orgasm after orgasm.

And now the video showed us Emmy.

She was laying on her tummy on the bed, pajama bottoms pushed to her ankles and the blankets bunched between her open legs. As I watched, her little panty-clad bottom began to pump up and down. She had her face turned to one side, and as her thrusting became more intense, an expression of very sexual pleasure came over it. I wanted to touch myself so bad. Within minutes she was boldly humping the blankets, using her hands to hold them against herself. Then she stiffened and shook and I could see her mouth wide open and gasping. Emmy was certainly cumming.

Wow, Mark murmured. I nodded.

Jon tapped a couple of keys and a new angle came up, this one showing Emmy lifting her dress up to her waist and then humping her panty-covered crotch against

wadded blankets that she grasps with both hands until it appears that she orgasms.

A few more clicks. Emmy's in the same position as before, but this time facing the foot of the bed, resting on her elbows, carefully watching the hallway while her hips keep a pleasing rhythm against a bundle of bedclothes. "She masturbates at almost every opportunity, always in the same fashion. We've concluded that the friction of her panties is causing the dryness and inflammation."

On the video, Emmy pumped harder and harder, and because of her position I could see her face clearly. Her eyes drifted nearly closed and she licked her lips as the pleasure of her body took her higher and higher. As I watched entranced, I heard Jon saying, "We've recorded her masturbating 3 separate times in one day, achieving orgasm each and every time. She's something of an addict. It seems to be her primary relief from the obvious stresses in her life. You can see why it may be a challenge to place her with a family who could accept her... precocious nature." Emmy clenched the blankets as her little round butt clenched and her face showed the rawest kind of ecstasy.

Perfect! A little cum addict! He knew that she was perfect for us.

Emmy is gorgeous! We really love her. She is our newest Honey Princess.

From the moment she was brought to our house and Mark I got our first in-person look at her, both of us could hardly contain our excitement. She was incredibly beautiful with her long brown hair and sparkling blue, green eyes. Her smooth, tanned legs were nicely shaped, not the usual skinny sticks that are often on girls this age.

From the first day with us, we have spoiled her. We hope to have her for a long time but being the cute pixie angel that she is, I suspect that she will adopted sooner than later. Hell, we would probably adopt her ourselves if for the fact she will eventually grow up and no longer be a little girl.

We have our own nanny cam set up in her room and to our delight, quickly got to observe her obsessive blanket humping masturbation for ourselves. At first she seemed nervous about pleasuring herself in the new house, maybe thinking she might get in trouble. She'd get the bed ready, climb on and pump urgently for a minute or two, relief and excitement washing over her pretty face, then stop, as if listening intently. Once or twice she went on to finish, but usually she'd quit, hop out of bed, and smooth her dress down.

She got pretty frustrated those first couple weeks. We caught her a few times with her skirt up, furtively rubbing between her legs, trying to ease her needy little pussy. She'd stop in a rush as soon as we saw. We acted like we hadn't seen a thing, and generally gave her enough space that she felt free to indulge her childish sexual urges.

Mark and I were indulging ours for sure! Almost every night, we gratified each other every way we knew how while we watched Emmy's antics on our bedroom laptop. Her presence in the house lit a fire in us. Mark had a perpetual hard-on, which I was delighted to satisfy. And when my husband was at work, I'd walk around wet until I couldn't take any more and then finger myself wildly to a video of Emmy. Once I masturbated to the nanny cam while Emmy masturbated live in the other bedroom, with only one wall separating the two of us.

Despite her remarkable sexual drive, Emmy was shy and self-conscious and didn't want Mark to see her naked, so I had the sole privilege of bathing and helping her dress (A big advantage of being a woman).

Giving her baths and dressing her was torturous for the first few days. Her body is relatively slender, which is dramatically offset by the extremely prominent rise of her plump vulva. Her slit is snugly closed until she opens her legs, (like in the bathtub), at which point, her pink crease will part slightly, revealing a tease of her pink interior and the tip of her fleshy clitoral hood will protrude at the top of her slit.

However, the most challenging part of all was when applying cream to her inflamed vulva. Touching it was so nice but very difficult to resist masturbating her as I applied the healing cream. It didn't help, the way she'd placidly watch as my oily fingers slid over her sensitive mound, the little ways her breath caught and sighed, the slight twitches of her hips and tummy that I understood all too well. I'd try hard not to tremble while my panties got soaked. I could hardly wait to get our fingers and tongues on it.

I began grooming her for our activities immediately by telling her bedtime stories of princesses. Of course, all little girls love princesses and fancy themselves as being one. In our cases, our girls all eventually become princesses.

Our princess stories were specifically about princesses that had special powers.

The stories quickly evolve from typical magic that the princesses can perform to the most special kind of princess power of all, producing a special honey that makes people very happy and strong when they eat it. These are honey princesses.

Telling these preparation stories is always difficult, as we have to be patient, letting the story unfold while doing our best to resist attacking their pretty little bodies. My pussy is always tingling as I tell them, knowing where it is eventually going.

Just being around Emmy and watching her move and play was torture. She is so pretty and perfect; so girly. She even has a pair of sunglasses that she wears that makes her look like a young fashion model...so incredibly sexy.

Soon, as the story rapidly progressed, I revealed that honey princesses were very real and were around today.

Emmy enjoyed these bedtime stories very much, constantly wanting to learn more about the honey princesses and how to tell if someone was one of them.

In only 5 days, I reached the point where I described the special princesses and how they made their special honey. "These princesses are about your age," I told her. "And they have to be very pretty and very smart."

After pausing for a moment, I blurted, "Hey, I think I know someone like that!" poking her side as I did.

"Me?" she said.

"Sure. You are definitely pretty and smart."

She smiled.

"What else?" she asked anxiously.

"Well, is where it gets really personal," I whispered in her ear.

She bit her lower lip, waiting for me to continue.

"These special princesses make their honey in their girl place." I told her, discreetly pointing down between her legs.

"You mean their cooties?"

"Yep," I told her matter of fact, as I found out what word she used to describe her pussy.

Then came the million-dollar question. "How?" she asked.

"Weeeell, they rub their "cooties" (I always try to use the word that each little girl uses themselves) and when they do it makes it feel really, really good."

She sat silent.

"And when their cootie starts to feel really good, it makes the special honey. And the better their cootie feels, the more honey it makes. And the more times that they make their cooties feel good and make honey, the better the honey is."

She again sat silent, pondering.

"Then the princess feeds her honey to the people she likes and the honey makes them very happy, strong and healthy."

"How does she feed them the honey" " she wondered.

"Well, because the honey is in the princess's cootie, her friends lick it from there."

Emmy made a nasty face. "Eeewww!"

"Oh no sweetie, it tastes wonderful. Remember it's not pee."

"Oh," she said.

Here goes. "You know what Emmy?"

"What?"

"A birdie told me that you might be a honey princess?"

"Really?" Seeming both surprised that a bird told me this and the fact that she might be a honey princess herself and didn't realize it.

"Yeah. Have you ever done that before sweetie" Made honey in your cootie?"

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I don't know if I make honey but I rub my cootie and it feels really good a lot."

Aaaaah".the confession! I love it! "You rub your cootie and make it feel good?"

She nodded shyly and squeaked out an, "Uh-huh."

Jackpot!

"I had a feeling about you!" I smiled at her. "I bet you make the best honey of any princess." She smiled back proudly.

"Did you know that you were a honey princess all along and didn't tell me?" I asked as if I was insulted.

She shook her head no.

"Well, now that we know, we are lucky to have you, aren't we?"

Not knowing what else to say she again said, "Uh-huh."

"Do you know other honey princesses?" Emmy asked.

"Well, actually we know one other one."

"Who is she?" she wanted to know.

"Oh, she used to live here too and her name is Nikki."

"How old is she?"

"Well, she is 9 now."

"Did you have her honey?"

"WE sure did", I told her, being sure to use the word we, to include Mark. "It was really good but I bet yours is even better. Hopefully, you think that Mark and me are your friends because we would love to have some of YOUR honey, if that's OK. Plus, I when people lick a honey princesses" cootie, it knows it needs to make more honey and it makes it feel extra, extra good. AND it even heals sore places on honey princesses cooties!"

Emmy nodded, a bit overwhelmed at processing all of that amazing new information.

"Oh, Mark will be so happy! He hasn't been his happiest lately and that will really help him."

"It will?" she asked, taken aback at the prospect that she could help make him happy.

"Oh yes, it definitely will. I know that he hasn't been very happy since Nikki had to leave but now we are so lucky to have you, especially since you are even prettier than Nikki was."

"I am?"

"Yes, sweetie you are, I promise. You know what else?"

"What?"

"I used to be a honey princess too."

"Really"!" she perked up.

"Yep. I sure was."

Suddenly it hit her. "Well, how come you're not one now?"

"Well sweetie, unfortunately I'm too old make the special honey now. I can still make honey but it is not the special kind that only little girl princesses can make."

"Oh."

"But you know what" Even though it doesn't make the special honey, my cootie still feels really, really good when I rub it."

"It does?"

"Uh huh, luckily that part never goes away."

"Oh."

"You know, me and Nikki used to rub our cooties at the same time. It was really fun. I loved getting to watch her make her honey."

"You did?"

"Yeah, I think it is so beautiful. I heard that honey princesses make their cooties feel good in different ways. I bet you do it good."

She shrugged, red faced and asked, "How did you do it?"

"I'll show you. Would you like to see?"

She nodded, her cheeks still a bit pink. I could see the pulse in her neck, fast and strong, just like mine.

Here we go the next phase.

I immediately said, "This might be different than how you do it." Already knowing that to be true of course.

I proceeded to recline back on the bed, with my back against the headboard, then lifted my skirt, parted my legs and slid my right hand down inside the front of the black thong panties that I was wearing at the time.

Emmy sat back and watched intently. Without obviously being able to see directly what I was doing, she could see the movement of my fingers under the material of my panties as I began to touch and rub my mound and slit. I looked steadily at her as the hot joy rushed through my body. My pussy was throbbing already and so my hips began to hump my sticky fingers immediately.

"See, I just rub like it this, especially at the top part of my cootie. It feels really good there," I told her.

She just looked at me, pondering.

"Oh, you know what" I should take these off so you can see what I am doing better." I said, in a tone that sounded like, "what a dummy I am." Before she even responded I was pulling my panties down and off, exposing my pussy to her.

Emmy looked very intently at the site of my mature pussy, which I figured was the first she had ever seen before; especially in this position. I could see the hint of a smile tease her open mouth.

Of course I was very aroused so my crease was already opened and my inner labia and clit were exposed. I realized that this was a bit different in appearance than hers.

"It looks weird," she said. "Mine doesn't look like that."

I took this opportunity to do a little anatomy lesson for Emmy.

"Well hon, my cootie looks a little different than yours right now but you have all of the same things. You can just see more of what's inside right now. And yours looks different because everything is just smaller and more hidden right now when you are younger."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Why don't you take your panties off while I go get a mirror so I can show you everything" Would you like to see?" I had to stop my fondling at this point, as I was going to cum already if I didn't.

She nodded. It appeared as if I had already won her confidence.

I quickly jumped up off the bed and headed to the bathroom to fetch a mirror.

When I returned she was on her knees on the bed, grinning nervously. I swallowed hard when I saw the wadded up pair of her cotton panties lying on the bed next to her.

"OK sweetie, why don't you lie back like I was."

She obliged and moved to where I had been, her back leaning against her headboard, with her legs together at this point. Her dress was still covering down to her thighs.

I sat on the bed with the mirror in hand and told her, "OK, let's lift this up and take a look," as I grasped the hem of her denim skirt in my free hand and began to lift it upward toward her waist and asked her to hold it there.

She still had her legs closed, which all but concealed her pussy still.

"OK, lets" see," I said as I used both hands to gently part her legs, but only slightly, just enough to expose her entire mound and snugly closed crease.

She looked so perfectly innocent and beautiful as she gazed down at me between her legs while holding up her skirt. I could tell she was curious about the spot that gave her so much pleasure.

I positioned the mirror to where I thought she could see her pussy and told her, "See, with your legs closed your cootie looks like this. It's closed up nice and tight to protect your special things inside." She reached out her free hand to help position the mirror to allow her to better see.

I then re-positioned myself opposite her in nearly the same position, lifted my skirt and showed her how my own pussy was not much more than a slit with my legs close together. The difference being my clitoral hood was peeking out at the top of my slit. "See, mine looks like that too now, right?"

She nodded. "But what is that?" she asked, pointing the nub of my prepuce.

"That is my clit. All girls have them. You have one too, it's just that yours is safely hidden inside right now because it is very important to make your honey. It is the part of girls that makes them feel the best of all. No matter how you rub your cootie, that is the part that is making it feel so good."

Time to proceed. "We"ll need to open these up nice and wide to get a good look," I smiled and told her as I proceeded to push her legs further apart. The snug, pink crevice that so perfectly divided her creamy white mound began to part as I opened her legs wider and wider. Once her legs were fully open and I had her pushed her knees upward, her inner, coral pink pussy came clearly into view.

Finally, there she was! Emmy was now willingly showing me, sharing with me, her most precious girl part. I was nearly hyper ventilating, seeing her in this proactive position. So fucking sexy!

As in gazing upon priceless art, I took in my breath as Emmy's precious, hairless treasure was revealed in all it's wonderful glory.

As my heart raced and my pussy throbbed and tingled, I quickly pointed out her very small, but now visible, inner labia and then I reached out and touched her clit which made her gasp and jump. "See baby, there it is, just like mine. Girls' clits are very sensitive."

She looked and looked, moving the mirror around a bit.

"See, when you open your legs wide like this it looks different, huh?"

"Yeah," she said, while nodding. "I think it looks weird and kinda yucky."

"Oh no, Emmy, I think your cootie is beautiful! No wonder you are a honey princess!"

After a moment I blurted, "Hey, let's make our cooties feel good at same time, like me and Nikki did!" "Oh please, oh please, oh please", I was pleading in my head.

Again she shrugged, but then quietly and shyly said, "I guess"

"Oh sweetie, that would be wonderful!

Emmy moved her stuffed animals around and gathered her pink blanket and balled it up. She then told me, "Uh, I need those," pointing to her panties.

"Oh, OK," I replied, acting a bit surprised as I picked them up and handed them to her.

She quickly lifted her legs and pulled them on.

She then rolled over onto her tummy and lifted her skirt. She saddled herself over the bundled blanket and squirmed a bit to get her position just right. She then began to slowly rock her hips forward and back, grinding her pussy into the blanket below, which she was grasping with both hands.

Meanwhile, I went back to my position, reclining against the headboard. In this position I had a good view of her.

She watched me closely as she began to demonstrate her own technique. She would slowly and rhythmically hump her hips forward and back several times then would occasionally stop and roll and wiggle her hips from side to side. She repeated this pattern; something we had now seen her do on camera several times. After only a few minutes, I could tell that her body was responding. Her legs gradually parted a bit more, her face was becoming flush and I could hear her quietly sigh and grunt.

I could just picture her snug pussy crease parting from the pressure, giving intermittent access to her clit and re-closing as she would move and grind her hips into the blanket. I could picture the crotch of her "Belle" panties being pressed into her crease and getting coated with her damp pussy nectar.

My own hand was stroking me, almost on auto-pilot. How could I resist" I was so ready and wet my pussy was drooling onto her sheet. She'd be able to smell me when she rested her head there.

"How's it going sweetie?" I asked, "Is your cootie feeling good?"

"Uh-huh" she panted, without stopping her humping.

"Mine is too," I told her, smiling while forcing myself to barely touch in order to postpone my orgasm as long as possible.

As I saw her appearing to be approaching her orgasm I stopped her. "You know that feeling you get when it feels super good then real tickly?"

"Uh-huh," she grunted.

?"Make sure you stop before you get to that point and we"ll take a look at your cootie again to see it looks different. Then we"ll see if licking the honey out makes it feel even better first, OK?"

"OK" she replied.

What I said shook her out of her zone. She was aware now of her rising pleasure, and that she was doing it for me. As she humped the blankets she looked at me, her face intense and eager to please, her breathing deep and quick and punctuated with sexy little girl sounds. Our eyes locked, she looked increasingly helpless in her pleasure. I'm sure I didn't look much different. Not more than 2 minutes passed before she said, "Uh, I gotta stop now."

"Let's get your panties back off then."

She rolled onto her back without saying anything, still searching my face.

I couldn't wait to see her pussy, which is now fully aroused.

This time I pulled her panties off. After sliding them off her feet I opened and gazed into the gusset of the panties. I smiled to myself as I inhaled the wonderful scent and saw that it was clearly moist with her little girl pussy nectar.

With little prompting she reopens her legs, anxious herself to see her excited cootie.

At this point, even with her legs just slightly apart, her mound is now a bit reddened and her normally snug crease is slightly parted and the very tip of her clit is peeking out at the top of the narrow pink groove.

Once her legs are up and wide her pussy is nicely open for inspection.

I grab the mirror so she can see.

"See, it looks more like mine now. It gets more swollen and open when it feels good so that it is easier to lick out the honey." I tell her.

"Where is the honey?" she asked, concerned.

Unfortunately, her pussy is still only slightly moist as so much of it has been absorbed into her panties.

Where there is a glistening of moisture I point it out. I also suddenly realize that I could show her the inside of her panties, which clearly shows moisture.

As I open her panties she looks into the gusset and sees the moisture. "See, there is some too!"

She can also smell the aroma emitting from the panties and asks, "Is that how the honey smells?"

"Yes baby." I smile.

She doesn't seem sure whether she has determined it the scent is good or bad. Her nose wrinkles.

"Can I try making you feel good and getting some honey now?"

She nods, still a bit apprehensive.

I re-position myself between her parted legs. "Here goes," I tell her as I lower my head to within inches of her plump, parted pussy, taking a mental picture of this moment.

I then extended the tip of my tongue and let it contact Emma's slot, which causes her to tense and lift her hips. There is enough of her pussy nectar there to give me a taste of her. Her flesh is plush and delicate and silky, as soft as my gentle tongue. Her scent fills my head. I love it.

I then begin to do what I love to do best, eating little girl pussy. I sink the tip of my tongue into her pink groove and begin to slowly and gently slide it up and down her slit, purposely avoiding her clit for the moment.

She continues to tense with each stroke of my tongue, sometimes shaking a bit. Emmy gasps sharply, and her exhales are punctuated with quiet, surprised "ahs."

I lift my head, allowing her to rest and adjust to this new form of stimulation for a moment. I smile and tell her, "Sweetie, it really good honey."

"It is?" she says, obviously relieved.

"It sure it!" I reaffirm. "But I can tell it's gonna get even better when your cootie starts to feel even better. Let's see if I can help it, OK?"

"OK," she says.

I then began my assault on the preteen treasure. I licked up and down, then side to side in her snug crease, then finally allowed my tongue to lick over and around her clitoral hood. I continued this routine for a few moments. Emmy was responding wonderfully as she continually sighed and humped. Her smooth little legs had fallen wide open, the bliss leaving no room for shyness.

There was no doubt that her pussy could produce plenty of her little girl pussy juice, and I hungrily lapped up its tangy flavor, only it was now my tongue absorbing it and not the crotch panel of her panties.

I again lifted my head, but only long enough to ask, "Is your cootie feeling even better now?"

"Uh-huh!" she panted.

"Oh, your honey tastes soooo good princess!" I smiled, my lips cheek and chin glistening with moisture from my saliva and her pussy nectar.

She gave me a dazed smile, her cheeks rosy and her eyes smoky with lust. I quickly went back to work, licking and now gently sucking her clitoral hood.

I then used two fingers to part the top of her crease and push her swollen clitoral hood fully up and outward, licking it. She thrashed and thrust her 6 year old pelvis into my mouth. She began to make plaintive noises, getting louder and more urgent as I was now beginning to gently suck it.

She seemed to be quickly approaching an orgasm, her hands grasping at the bed sheets next to her, so I again backed off, denying her. I looked down, admiring my work as I gazed at her open, wet, throbbing little girl pussy. That is a beautiful site! My own pussy was throbbing wildly.

After a few moments, I got even more aggressive as I pushed back on her little clitoral hood to expose the little white, BB sized clit that was hidden underneath. I quickly swiped the tip of my tongue directly over the little white pearl and could feel how wonderfully hard it was!

She squirmed and whined, letting me know that this direct contact was too intense for her to handle so I relented, letting the hood recover and protect the sensitive little organ. However, my tongue continued to lick and suck the swollen, fleshy little nubbin in all directions. This had her whimpering and humping her little hips like crazy. I could feel the humid heat coming off of her thighs.

Again, in mere moments, I felt her quickly approaching an orgasm so I let up, smiling down at my honey princess and loving how her little hips continued to hump her throbbing pussy at the air, seeking more contact. She opened her eyes and looked at me, her expression almost begging, as she panted and displayed her immature pussy to me with total abandon.

I ducked down, covered her succulent vulva with my lips, and repeated my action until, just a moment later, as I was suckling her little clit yet again, her orgasm hit her so hard and fast that I had no time to stop it.

She whimpered loudly, in a sexy pouty moan, as her hips locked then twitched several times and her legs began to flap open and shut against the sides of my head.

My mouth stayed locked onto her bald mound through her entire orgasm and I got a nice splash of her tasty little girl pussy "honey" until she pushed firmly on the top of my head, making half-groaning, half-giggling noises, letting me know that she had reached that ultra-sensitive, post-orgasmic state.

Emmy was now exhausted, looking down at me with half closed, glassed over eyes. Her tummy occasionally still twitched. She gently stroked her body with lazy fingertips.

"Emmy baby, that was the best princess honey I have ever had!" I told her, honestly. "Your cootie must have felt really, really good huh?"

She nodded with what little strength she had left. A little hair had swept across her eyes. Her face was full of satisfaction and wonder.

"Well, we know for sure that you are a real honey princess and that you do it right!" I smiled.

She nodded with a proud smile on her own pretty face, which was clearly flushed.

The flood gates were now open! I couldn't wait to get Mark involved. I have already got her a perfect little "honey princess" dress to wear.

END OF PART 1