Honey Princess, Part 2

by luvsveal9

This story is complete and total fiction!

"Mark is going to be so happy to know that you are such a wonderful honey princess," I smiled down at the amazingly sexy, exhausted little girl.

Unfortunately, for Mark, timing of an unexpected over seas business trip couldn't have been worse. He was very frustrated at having to leave for nearly 3 long weeks at a time that he really needed to be bonding with Emmy. I decided to use that time to further enjoy and prepare little Emmy for what was to come because she was now a 'Honey Princess'.

I began by not only encouraged her to "practice" making honey on her own, which she obviously was loving doing, I also offered to help her practice making her honey and she shyly agreed. Since then, in addition to her normal masturbation, her and I have begun a sort of daily ritual.

For this daily ritual, I had bought her a "Honey Princess" outfit (dress) that I had found at a local dance studio supply store. She was very excited to get it and to put it on and I was very anxious to see her in it.

The outfit was completely white and composed of a silk spaghetti strap top with crossing lace at her chest and topped with a small bow at her neckline. Her shoulders were covered in sheer lace as well as her outfit having a small, sheer dance skirt, which stopped just above the crotch of her snugly fitting silk panties. In addition, there was a lace, pink and white, tiara style headband and her hair cascaded down over her shoulders. She looked absolutely stunning! To top it all off, I gave her a plastic magic wand with a glittered star at the end to play with as she ran about playing the part of the magic Honey Princess.

Nearly each evening, Emmy will come to me in her new Honey Princess outfit. As we watch a movie or one of her favorite cartoons, she sits on my lap with one of her legs straddling each of my thighs, reclining back into my chest, always while clinging to her magic wand. So damned cute. In this position, as I open my legs, her legs are also parted. I will then begin by rubbing her shoulders and back, then move to her front where I caress her flat chest and tummy over the silk and lace.

Slowly, I will move down to the waistband of her panties and then slip my hand down inside the front. I love to caress the prominent rise of her hairless vulva and then rest my middle finger up and down in her snug, narrow pussy crease. I then enjoy letting her control the action from there, which she seems to instinctively do by her humping and gyrating into my finger.

I will masturbate her with the fingers on my right hand while my left will be busy diddling my own pussy. I softly and slowly play with and tease her little clit to make her arousal build and last. I love to feel her body responding to my stimulation; hearing her breathing labor and feeling and seeing her tummy and leg muscles tighten and twitch and watching the sheer skirt moving as her tummy moves. I love it when she will often cover or grab at my hand with her free hand in an effort to push and manipulate my fingers on her needy pussy and clit.

As I fondle her I will lift my fingers to my mouth, making a big ordeal out sucking them clean and telling her how good her honey tastes on my fingers. Often she will ask if I want to eat her honey now. Sometimes I will. I will lay her down, pulling her panties down to expose her perfect, reddened and shiny pussy, but leaving the rest of her Honey Princess outfit on. I will then eat that tasty morsel of her pussy to orgasm, which by this point usually happens in mere moments. However, I will often instead prolong this finger masturbation in order to feel her cum against my moistened fingertips. I so love feeling her soft little body stiffen and hear her whimper as she cums against the fingers that are diddling her warm, snug and increasingly slick pussy.

This routine is wonderful but apparently still not enough for horny little Emmy. With my encouragement to keep practicing, I still found her masturbating while lying on the sofa watching TV or in her bedroom on her bed. If she sees me while she is masturbating, I will always smile and reinforce her activity, telling her, "That's my girl. Make it feel good princess. "She will usually respond by increasing her effort and her hips seem to pick up their humping pace.

With the nanny cam recordings from her room, I got recordings of her masturbating at least once a day in there. I noticed that Emmy was now masturbating in a couple of ways now; her long time version of humping a blanket or pillow and now on her back, legs up and open with her right hand down inside her panties.

I sent each one of the recordings to Mark for him to see on his computer. He says that he was getting weak from his own masturbation at watching the videos. We both noticed how Emmy had the most wonderful expressions on her face when she would masturbate but it was truly angelic when she would cum.

I also spoke to Mark daily over the time that he was gone. I also had Emmy get on the phone each time and talk to him as well, trying to maintain a connection to him for her so that he would not be like a complete stranger when he returned.

He was great with her on the phone. He would tell her funny things and ask her a lot about herself, school, etc. He would even occasionally talk to her about her being a Honey Princess and how proud of her he was, which always made her become shy. However, it was not uncommon for me to finish chatting with Mark only to find her masturbating. It was if she wanted to make sure she was still able to produce her honey to not let Mark down.

After Mark finished talking with Emmy, I would send Emmy to the den to watch TV and would begin describing, in detail, what I was doing with Emmy and what she was doing on her own. He of course would groan and tell me how horny this made him. I pushed him, teasing him a bit telling him, "I bet she is in her room right now, humping away, doing her best to make her honey by making her little cootie feel good cuz she knows that you will be home tomorrow."

Finally, it was his day to return from his trip and he was going crazy knowing that today was the day.

During his time away I would often tell Emmy just how excited Mark was to get to have some of her wonderful and special honey. However, she still seemed nervous and unsure about a "boy" getting to see and do things to her cootie. I did my best to assure her that it was nothing new to him and that she was going to enjoy it and be happy that she let him have some of her honey.

It was a Wednesday when Mark came home. He called when he was about 20 minutes from home so I began preparations. I had Emmy dressed for Mark's arrival, wearing her new "Honey Princess" outfit. I just knew that Mark was going to love her appearance.

He entered and immediately gave me a hug and a long, passionate kiss. When Emmy appeared in her princess outfit he made a huge deal out of what a beautiful princess she was. He had her come and sit next to him and he chatted with her for several minutes, which seemed to slowly help put Emmy a bit more at ease, being with him in person.

Mark then said that she should show him some of her magic tricks that she could do with new wand. Emmy gladly began going around the room, dabbing her wand at things and saying things like, "This now has magic and that is now magic."

Emmy continued to play as the princess but I could tell that she was still a bit nervous and kept looking over at Mark.

We were not going to push Emmy. We both knew that it was best to allow time for her and Mark to reacquaint and bond. Over the next few days Emmy insisted on wearing her Princess outfit as much as possible, which was driving Mark crazy!

We planned a big fun day on Saturday for us to go to Six Flags. Emmy was beyond excited.

Mark was so great at bonding with little girls. It usually didn't take long for young girls to not only like Mark but to develop huge crushes on him. That ended up being the case with Emmy. Mark was paying so much attention to her and spoiling her that by Friday I could tell that her crush was on.

Then, even to my surprise, as I was painting her finger and toe nails pink, Emmy asked how come Mark didn't want any of her honey. She actually seemed hurt. This was so precious. I actually told her the truth. I let her know that Mark DID want some of her honey but didn't want to rush her until she was ready to. I asked her if she wanted to give him some and she nodded emphatically. I knew tomorrow was going to be wonderful.

Saturday, Emmy was dressed in snugly fitting pair of cotton, navy blue shorts, which not only showed off her nice round butt but also her smooth and nicely tanned legs. Underneath the shorts she wore a pair of light blue cotton panties that were adorned with yellow and pink flowers. She also wore a pink tank top and flip-flops for our big day out.

At Six Flags Emmy seemed welded to Mark. It was so cute and precious. By the time we got to the pizza joint that night for dinner, you would have thought that Mark and Emmy had been together forever. She seemed to have lost her shyness around him, wanting his constant attention and approval.

When we got home, I gave Emmy a bath and told her that Mark very much wanted some honey. "Do you want to give him some tonight?" I asked her while she sat naked in the bathtub.

"UH-HUH!" she quickly responded while nodding hard. "But I'm kind of afraid," she whimpered.

"Why? What are you afraid of princess?" I ask as I rub her soft cheek.

"But what if he doesn't like it?" she whined.

"Oh sweetie, I'm sure that's not going to happen. Trust me," I encouraged, "He is not only going to like it...he is going to LOVE it!' I promise. It is soooo good!'" I smiled at her.

"Are you sure?"

"More than sure!" I said, as I began caressing her telling her how excited Mark was.

After her bath I told her to go to her room and that I would meet her there and that we would get ready to give Mark a wonderful surprise.

"OK," she said and scurried off to her bedroom.

I went into the den where Mark was sitting and smiled from ear to ear. Give me 10 minutes then come to her room...she's ready."

"Oh fuck!" was all he could muster in response. When I got to the bedroom, Emmy was putting on her 'Honey Princess' outfit.

"OK princess, I told Mark that we have a big surprise for him and to come in in 10 minutes."

"Really?" she tensed.

"Uh-huh. I know he will be so happy that you are letting him see and eat your special honey from your girl cootie. It will make Mark feel very special and you want to make him feel special don't you?"

"Yeah," she nods.

I then got onto her bed, arranging myself with my back against the headboard. I opened my legs and patted the spot on the bed between my parted legs. Emmy climbed up and the bed and I had her sit in between them, facing outward and reclining herself back against my belly and chest.

I spent the next few minutes caressing Emmy and kissed her head, urging her to relax.

Finally, there was a soft knock on the bedroom door. Emmy immediately tensed and closed her legs.

"Relax baby it is going to be wonderful. I promise." I reiterated.

Mark entered the bedroom with a huge, cheery smile on his face. "I'm here for my surprise." Seeing Emmy in her Princess outfit laid out on the bed Mark blurted, "Wow, look at you! You are so beautiful and smart! Do you know how special you are?"

Shyly, Emmy nodded.

"So what is the surprise?" he feigned confusion.

"Tell him Emmy," I whispered into her ear.

"Uh...um...honey," She barely managed to mouth.

Mark acted surprised and very happy at this news. "You mean you are gonna let me eat some of your magic Princess Honey?"

Emmy nodded meekly.

"Oh my gosh, this is best surprise EVER!" Mark exclaimed.

Mark approached the bed and sat next to her and began talking normally, trying to make Emmy feel more comfortable. It seemed to work as she very gradually began to loosen up. After a few more moments, he began to slowly participate in rubbing on Emmy as I held her close to my belly and chest.

"Kara tells me that you have the best honey ever. I really need some. Can I have some now?" Mark asked.

Emmy nodded shyly.

"OK, thank you sweetie," he smiled.

He then moved down the bed and reached out and placed his fingers directly onto the cotton gusset of her white silk panties, pressing down slightly to feel the rise of her mound and the warm, hidden crease underneath. "I love your princess panties but I bet what is underneath your panties is even prettier." Emmy just looked on silently. He then grasped the elastic waistband and began pulling downward on the soft, warm material.

Emmy instinctively raised her bottom and the panties slid down her legs, slipping them down to her right ankle but, typical of Mark, he stopped and left the panties dangling around Emmy's the ankle. He likes the idea of the panties still being part of the scenery as her gazes down on pretty little girls displaying their precious hairless pussies.

Emmy quickly re-closed her legs.

I saw this and this time used my own hands to push at Emmy's inner thighs, saying. "It' OK sweetie. It's so pretty, let him see."

Gradually, Emmy parted her legs, slowly revealing her bald little girl treasure to Mark, who swallowed hard at the site of the hairless, plump vulva. He continued to push her legs upward and outward to where her knees were bent up near her armpits and her legs were widely parted, like a frog, causing her snug crease to slightly part. He sighed; thinking about how some lucky boy would someday be having his cock sunken into that pinkness, being milked of his cum by that precious pussy.

"Oh wow, you are so right Kara, her cootie is so gorgeous!" This comment seemed to go over well with Emmy and she relaxed a bit more. "I would love to touch it, can I?" Mark asked.

Shyly, Emmy nodded.

Looking down, I could see the rise of Emmy's mound and watched as Mark used his fingertips to gently caress the hairless mound and run them up and down her still, mostly closed, crease. He then used his thumbs to part the snug pink slit and inhaled, acutely taking in its unique aroma. "Oh it is just so pretty and pink inside!" he smiled up at Emmy. He proceeded to spend a good two to three minutes just gazing at and gently exploring her pussy as both Emmy and I looked on.

"I would love to kiss it. Can I please?"

Emmy nodded again.

Slowly, while gazing closely at the little girl treasure, he leaned down and gently placed his lips on her mound, with the crease right in the middle of lips. He began to gently kiss it, now.

"I want to make it feel really good for you. I really need your honey and I know that your honey will be great, OK?"

"OK," Emmy sighed.

Once again, Mark used his thumbs to gently part her narrow crease and the tip of his tongue came and the tip began to reach out and touch Emmy's slit. Emmy's legs and tummy tensed. Mark then took his mouth and covered her entire mound.

In only a matter of seconds, I could see and feel Emmy's tummy and legs twitch as Mark was beginning his magical tongue work inside of her precious little slit.

My own pussy was throbbing so badly at this point that I thought I was going to cum myself without even touching it.

Emmy soon began to whimper and I heard Mark quietly moaning into her pussy as he ate it. I knew what he was tasting right then and didn't blame him for moaning. As good as little girl pussy tastes to me; I believe that it may taste even better to men.

Mark was setting the bar high for her pussy. He was teasing and pleasing it like no other may ever be able to do, including me. I knew that he had a way with his tongue on that little clit of hers that was driving her crazy. I watched her legs continue to twitch and her toes curl. I reached down to feel her tummy muscles tighten and release.

Emmy looked and felt so helpless as she humped and squirmed and gyrated her little hips as I rubbed her soft, tummy.

I teased her as I asked, "Is your cootie feeling really good and making lots of honey sweetie?"

She moaned and panted a weak, "Yeah."

"You like being a honey princess and letting your honey get eaten from your cootie, don't you?"

She repeated the moaning, "Yeah."

As he has done to so many other little girls before, Mark slowly and methodically brought her to the verge of cumming, then lifted his head, smiling as Emmy whined and humped her hips into the air, silently begging for more. Looking down, I saw that Emmy's normally snug pussy crease was gaping, her small labia were parted and her clit was bulging at the apex of her slit. I could swear that I could see it throbbing. I was right; he had been magically working that little nub of hers.

"Oh poor baby," I teased, "you want him to keep eating your cootie, don't you?"

"Oh, uh...Yeah!" she whimpered.

I couldn't resist and quickly slid my right hand down between Emmy's legs and put my hand over her pussy. I could feel how open it now was and how wet and warm it was. The best part was feeling how amazingly swollen her clit was. My left hand was simultaneously touching my own pussy. I was right on the verge of cumming myself.

Mark pushed my hand away and resumed his feast.

Finally, he let her go, while locking his mouth over her entire vulva. She bit her lower lip, her face scrunched and her body jerked in several, short, hard spurts as she came with Mark's mouth firmly secured to her pussy. Seeing, feeling and hearing her cum I lost it and came as well. There we were now two female bodies twitching with orgasm at the same time. I loved it!

After a few long seconds, Emmy began to push on Mark's head, letting him know that she was now too sensitive to continue.

When Mark lifted his head, I saw that his chin and lips were glistening with a combination of his saliva and Emmy's pussy nectar.

She was limp against me and her breathing was still very labored. I too was limp and panting!

"Well Mark, how was it? Did you like how she tasted?" I asked, wanting to reassure Emmy right away.

"Oh my!" he gasped, "it was soooo good!"

"Well, you must have made her cootie feel really good," I smiled down at him. "Did he Emmy?"

"Uh...hmm," she continued to pant.

"Did you like him eating your honey from you?" "Yeah," she sighed, finally regaining some of her composure.

When Mark stood up I could see a huge tent and wet spot on the crotch of his pants where he had sprayed it with his cum.

"Kiss me baby", I pleaded to Mark. He gladly did and I could so clearly taste Emmy's pussy nectar on his tongue. Mmmmmm!

I lead Emmy to the bathroom afterward to give her a bath before bedtime. I knew she was exhausted.

As she lifted her leg to get into the bathtub, I could clearly see how red and swollen her vulva still was and could see that her clit was still a bit swollen and peeking out at the top of her pink slit.

"You really like to make honey don't you sweetheart?" I asked her for the second time in the last hour.

"Yeah," she confirmed.

"You are so pretty when you are making honey," I smiled at her.

Over the next several weeks and months Mark and me spent countless hours feasting on Emmy's yummy pussy, often times at her request. She loved being sexually aroused and cumming.

I knew that she was also continuing with her constant masturbation. I noticed during many of her bath times how often her little pussy mound and crease were reddened and a bit swollen from prolonged contact (rubbing) and of course I could smell the unmistakable scent of her pussy nectar on her little fingertips.

During this time Emmy had settled into her new school in her 1st grade class. She liked her teacher a lot and did well in school. We also got her into a dance/gymnastics program nearby that had its classes twice a week. She really enjoyed it, as did Mark and I.

Of course, we would constantly remind Emmy that her being a Honey Princess was a very important secret and that she could never tell anyone. She seemed to understand and accept this and promised (pinky swore) to me that she would never tell anyone.

There are several very cute little girls, at or near her age at each class, each wearing snug leotards. Our imaginations run wild as we watch the little girls, stretching and dancing around. Some of the girls obviously have nice prominent mounds, like Emmy does, which are easily noticeable in their snug leotards.

It is not uncommon for clear camel toes to be formed in those leotards, leaving very little to the imagination. We love watching the little girls, as they dig them out of their little slits. A few even wear panties under their leotards, leaving not only very obvious panty lines, but often they will be sticking out of their leotards.

Each night Mark and I whisper naughty things about the girls to each other during the class and even afterward at home. We both wonder and imagine what each of their little pussies look and taste like. When I ask Mark what he is thinking about, he tells me that he imagines their snug little slits parting and rubbing against the crotch panel of their leotards or panties, leaving spots of their little nectar each time and dousing it with their pussy aroma. We both wonder how many of these little girls have discovered their pussies and masturbated and/or had been 'touched' by an adult. If so, how many have experienced an orgasm?

We have also noticed that we are not alone in our leering. As hard as they may try to conceal it, we can usually spot when a man or woman is checking out a child in a 'perverted' way. The parents that attend the classes are mostly the Moms but a few have both Mom and Dad and a few with a Dad only.

Don't kid yourselves, there are way more men (and women) who are interested in children that people want to admit.

We have noticed a few Dads checking out the girls. One man in particular, named Ken, who is the father of very cute, 8-year old Kylie seems to have his eyes on Emmy A LOT! Who could blame the man? Although there were several cute girls there Emmy was indeed spectacular. It didn't hurt of course that her snug leotard clearly shows off her plump mound. If Ken only knew what we lucky enough to be doing with Emmy.

Yes, this class is great. However, even we didn't expect what it would lead to, as Emmy quickly became good friends with a 7-year old girl named Jenna. Yes, she is one of the girls with a nice plump vulva. She is also one of the girls that we spend the most time talking about.

To be continued.... (END OF PART 2)