WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 42: THE WET PRINCESS (4)

CHAPTER 4 

A royal virgin! The king will have my head if he knows I have

breached you. That is not my duty. However, I can help you get some

relief,” Katie reproached.

“Please Katie…”

Without hesitation, Katie spread Marianna May’s pussy lips wide open with

the fingers of one hand. Her clit wagged lewdly as it stuck out of her wet

pink inner walls. Katie clipped the protruding flesh between the finger of

her free hand and started tugging.

Marianna May was unperturbed that mewing sounds were willingly

tumbling out of her lips with each tug. Tugs that turned to strokes, then

stroke-and-press. Over and over, Katie’s fingers flew. Marianna May felt a

knot of tension grow in her lower body. Her belly became clenched. Her

thighs stiffened.

“Oh, Katie, what is happening? I need you to stop!”

“No, Marianna. I won’t stop. Just let it be.” Katie admonished the princes“Oh..oh..oh…” Marianna May felt herself rise into a state of unfamiliar

delirium. Her legs had loosened into rapid scissoring to the rhythm of

Katie’s fondling. She clutched at the quilted covered then –

“AHHHWWWAAAAHHHH…”

Marianna May let out a demure cry as her hips thrust into Katie’s hands,

back arching and legs clamping together.

“Yes, Marianna… yes…,” Katie prodded as she continued strumming even

as the princess closed her thighs.

“Um!” Marianna’s body thrashed and jerked forward on her first climax.

“Ummmmmm…”

This time she felt that guilty pleasure come in waves, washing between her

legs before spreading a sense of contented warmth over her body. The

sensations started to lessen. Katie soon just kept her hand pressed steadily

on Katie’s pearl until her mistress’s shaking subsided.

For a moment, the two young women just looked at each other, sharing

smiles.

“Oh, my! Katie! That was exquisite! Is it as good with a man’s rod poking

inside me?” the princess asked sincerely.

“Ah! The pleasure of a cock lodged in my peach is incomparable,

exquisite!” Katie whispered.

“Many times, my lady, I wish Guy could come to me but since we have to

steal moments, I have to contend with just doing to myself just as I had to

you,” the maid confessed.

“You mean I can do it to myself?” the princess blurted, incredulous.

“Yes, let’s do it together, Marianna,” Katie offered as she slipped out of her

clothes.

The princess watched as her lady-in-waiting shed her gown and gasped

when she saw Katie’s naked body. It was the same feeling she got when

they secretly watched the couple get it on at the adjacent building.

Marianna May watched as Katie sat in front of her, bending over to guide

her own hand to touch her peach for the first time. Katie gently placed

Marianna May’s forefinger between her virgin fold before returning to sit

upright with legs spread open in front of the princess.

“Don’t be scared and explore yourself as I explore myself,” Katie

instructed.

The princess gingerly touched herself, fingering at her wetness. She felt her

pearl stiffen under her fingers as a fresh surge of wetness oozed out of her flower. Soon, Marianna May was no longer even looking at Katie. She had

sunk into the pillows and was feverishly rubbing her pearl. By the time she

had reached that terrifyingly sweet ending, she could see that Katie was still

touching herself. Marianna May shivered and continued to suffer herself the

sweetness of the agony of bliss as across her, Katie achieved her state of

release with fingers stuffed inside her peach.

Marianna May waited until Katie’s bliss subsided. As they both lay there,

the princess turned to the maid and shy asked, “Can you teach me more of

what happens in a man and woman’s bed?”

Katie giggled.

“Of course, Marianna. But that’s enough for today. There’s so much to learn

about pleasure and copulation. And it isn’t limited to the bedchambers as

well,” Katie revealed mischievously before slipping off the bed.

After helping her mistress dress, Katie left to retire in the small adjacent

room. Marianna May lay restless underneath the covers of her bed in the

inn. Moans and guttural sounds of sex would float into her hearing and she

dared not walk to the window to spy. Instead, she slipped one hand

underneath her knickers and fiddled on her pearl.

She bit on her lip as she strove to reach something familiar. Her other hand

absentmindedly travelled to her chest and started to knead on one of her

bosoms. This brought her to that heady place where her heart beat faster.

Marianna May instinctively raised her knees and opened her thighs, making

her wetness more accessible. She endeavoured to penetrate her flower with

a finger just like what Katie did but she was too scared. When her peak hit,

her middle finger managed to slip effortlessly into the wet hole in her cleft.

Marianna May stifled a moan which sounded much like the one she was

hearing from next door as she climaxed with her slim finger lodged

deliciously into her precious peach.

~~

The following morning, Marianna May woke up to find herself sheathed in

a pair of very thin knickers and a light chemise. She had slept longer than

usual. The princess smiled. But where was Katie?

The royal looked around and saw that Katie had left a note. She had gone

out to secure horses. If they were to leave for Katie’s hometown, they had

to ditch the royal carriage.This thought brought Marianna May back to the original reason why she

was in this dismal inn. Her father insisted that she be betrothed to the Count

of Ambridge. The princess balked at the thought. She had heard that the

Count was a rake – unmarried and was more than twice her age! No matter

what she said or did, she couldn’t change the King’s mind. She planned an

escape with the help of Katie. They were headed to the village of Katie’s

grandparents, where Marianna May could hide out until the princess could

come up with a plan.

It was almost noon and the princess was starting to feel hungry. She knew

she had to find her way around and get some sustenance. Good thing she

had managed to tuck a few coins in the small pouch she carried. Then there

was the problem with the dress.

She looked warily at the French-styled chemise dress that Katie had brought

the day before. No way was it going to fit over a corset! Marianna May

exhaled and decided she couldn’t put on her corset alone as well.

“Anyway, these clothes aren’t meant to be worn with these annoying

corsets!” she thought and quickly slipped into the chemise-like frock.

It was an easy gown to wear – no ribbons and buttons – it was simply

slipped over her head and she was completely dressed. The top hugged at

her unbound breasts, the floral pattern carefully hiding the outline of her

nipple. It fell delicately over her flat belly, the skirt rising to the swell of her

ample bottom in the rear.

“Not bad, at all,” the princess remarked to herself as she smoothed the

fabric over.

It looked pretty enough. But the best part was the feeling of freedom from

the confines of her corset. Never had Marianna May experienced breathing

deeply while in day clothes until now! Then the princess realized there was

a problem with her hair. She didn’t know how to slip on her wig to disguise

the motley golden curls and there was no mirror to see herself. She

rummaged and found a bonnet, stuffed as much as she could into it and tied

the ribbon under her chin.

“That’ll do,” she thought to herself.

“I’m so famished I swear I could die!” she thought further.

Not bothering to slip on stockings, Marianna May found a pair of decent

slippers, slipped a shawl over her shoulders and hurried to the pub

downstairs with her few coins in search of food.