The princess’ peach

Princess Justine was sitting next to her father bored as all could be. So many suitors and honestly she thought they all sucked in their own rights. Some looked absolutely awful like the inbred weirdos that they were while others looked like studs but acted liked children. They only thought with the sword (more like shank) between their legs rather than the things between their ears.

“What does thou have to offer our fair kingdom?” Her father’s asked another suitor that was about plain vanilla as any suitor of the day.

“I bring the finest riches that my homeland can offer, my liege. Silver and gold mined fresh from my country’s veins,” he said as confidently as could be. The princess kept her fabricated smile as she listened half heartedly. Her father was seeing his daughter had any interest since her happiness was the only thing that mattered since his late wife had passed.

“We appreciate your offer, young man. We will take your consideration with the upmost of care,” he said as he dismissed the young man. The guards shut the door behind him as he turned to his daughter. “My dear Justine, anyone pique your interest today?”

“Oh um…the first boy seemed interesting,” she said with her fake smile as not worry her father.

“Be honest, my dear…you didn’t care for any of them,” he said with a chuckle.

“Sorry father. They all seem to be more into themselves or the idea of ruling your kingdom,” she said loosening her posture in her chair. “I’m starting to think chivalry is dead.”

Her father chuckled, “You might be right when I first met your mother I had brought treasures for the kingdom but I brought her a lily. None of these suitors have ever addressed you and truly it is unbecoming of the next generation of men.”

“Do you mind if I take my leave now, father?” Princess Justine asked her father.

“By all means, my darling. Might I say you look more and more like your mother every passing day. Brings me joy that you have her beauty rather than mine,” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh father! You look great for your age,” she said giving her father a kiss on the cheek before she took off out of the throne room.

The king looked up into the empty chair on his left and smiled “She’ll find someone, my dear Lillian. I have faith about that.”

The princess greeted every servant and knight in passing as she made her way through the castle and into the courtyard. Her pink dress was rather hard to not recognize so she quickly hid herself in a farmstead that she occupied when trying to make her way around the city. She undid the tight corset and hung it over a beam. Next was the gloves and dress leaving her in just her heels and stockings as she had forgone wearing undergarments a while back when she had forgotten to wear them once in her rush of getting ready. With her stockings and heels removed she grabbed a black cloak and wrapped her body up as she hid her clothing behind some bales of hay. She quickly exited and made her way to her favorite part of the castle where the guards were sparse and she could have her alone time.

She hoped over a tiny wall on her favorite hillside and threw off her cowl, letting the sun hit her naked body. Her left hand played with her large D cup breasts while her other hand explored her bare pussy lips. She had found a way to shave herself clean thanks to someone in town getting ahold of something called a razor. She lathered with soap and watched as the down there hair was removed, leaving her with a smooth skin. It felt even more amazing when she touched herself down there without the hair. She laid down behind the wall and proceeded to play with herself. She had caught a maid one day a few years back doing this to herself so one night she had tried it and learned why the maid was doing it. She was unsure why she got so wet or why the little flab of skin at the top of her lips gave her tingles but nonetheless she was addicted to doing this especially in the solitude of nature.

Her hands played with her as she moaned in pleasure without a soul around. She was doing things to herself that she hoped her future husband would do and she would make sure he did. She leaned back as each touch brought her closer and closer as her moans become more feral. It didn’t take much more as her fingers moved as quickly as she could and she felt the pure euphoria of when her body locked up and released all of the stored up feelings, followed by a moment of clarity. She looked out at her father’s kingdom and wishing that someday she could enjoy it with someone like he had it with her mother.