The french peasant in the woods..

[Enkil]

The french peasant in the woods..
desp, wetting, oral, GS, anal, urolagnia, public, some exhib/voy/AB references.
This is a quick one day write based on some dreams and daydreams


Maryanne was busting for a pee. She had been caught short after her family noting her boredom had insisted she explore their new and rather expansive oversized estate; finding herself standing in her short summer dress, far removed from any building with a bathroom or chamberpot she now regretted walking so far.

Her wealthy family, a lesser known distantly related (and english speaking) branch of European royalty (none in particular, as is the case, her family was related to most of them) had been looking for a remote private summer estate when they purchased this property in France; where the almost empty countryside was littered with such heavily discounted places left over from prior to the revolution; this one, had been taken over by wealthy merchants or such at some point, and most of the massive chateau, which realistically should just be called a palace at this point had been kept in decent condition.

Which is more than could be said for most of these types of estates where the chateau had long since been allowed to fall to ruin. Her family had toured many such places before deciding on this one. It was more expensive, but still a fraction of the cost of similar sized lands near the cities. Most little more than neglected farmland with a ruin on a hill nearby; too far from a major city for anyone to bother working on anymore.

Certainly in this case some of the remote building wings, and the upper floors were sorely in need of renovation; most had not been upgraded in 100 years. After-all who needs 32 bedrooms, drawing rooms, staff accommodation for dozens, bathing rooms and the like, but the main entry wing, the facade, roof, master bedrooms and grounds had for the most part been well looked after by the prior owner; and it had been too far away from civilisation to be worth converting to cut price apartments or a cheap hotel; which had been the fate of many a distinguished estate ruined to posterity.

Maryanne had a massive room of silver plated fittings and plaster fit for a princess.. which would make sense; since technically that is what she was. Her parents had an even larger room of gold leaf carvings and chambers probably fit for a king. Although in keeping with its age, her room lacked a toilet; it had a outer drawing room for entertaining guests and a bathing room so big it needed its own staff, an adjoining wash/change room with a vanity for getting dressed and a walk in wardrobe; but in so much as toilet facilities went, it had a chamber pot.

Which probably explained Maryanne’s current predicament as she stood there standing on some random walking trail, leaning on a tree, dancing about in discomfort trying to distract herself with thoughts of literally anything other than the tightness in her bladder.

The actual modern WC was downstairs at the back of the house, nowhere near the direction she had walked when she left the building to explore the grounds. Equally her parents room, which had been modernised by its prior owner with its own WC was on a different floor to her own room.

Apparently the history of the place was one of the prior lesser known french kings had commissioned it as a summer residence, and then had the misfortune of dropping dead before ever using it. The following monarch had granted it to some aristocrat or such, and the place had survived the french revolution because they had then given it to some merchant prior; to pay off some debts because it was too far from Paris for their upper-class tastes.

The surrounding lands had been part of the title, and the peasants working the farmland had kept it maintained in return for being charged less rent on the farmland. Her parents had inherited that lease arrangement with the purchase; only needing to hire a few of the locals as domestic staff to maintain the building.

Although the main gardens around the palace were kept trimmed and mowed; the vast majority of the surrounding forest; making a fairly effective privacy screen, had been allowed to revert to wilderness outside of a few tree lined lane ways and walking trails used for access to various outbuildings (barns, storehouses, wineries, stables and the like) along the perimeter. Beyond the perimeter was acres of farmland.. which apparently her parents owned too, but most were leased to farmers; the same farmers who had the job of maintaining the palace grounds as part of the lease.

All told the land area was fairly modest by royal standards, barely even a barony or earldom. Some farms several thousand acres were larger. At most her family owned a few hundred acres of farmland, maybe even as much as a thousand acres squared, with the central 40 acres taken up by the palace, gardens, and neglected wilderness along the perimeter. Beyond the surrounding farmland was a modest town; mainly used for its cattle and farmers market where goods were shipped out across France; and where some of the farmers lived.

Maryanne groaned at herself. This was not how a princess was meant to act. They should remain composed and articulate at all times. In so much as the public was concerned royalty never even went to the toilet! Or broke wind, or such.

She let go of the tree and attempted to stand in a relaxed casual way. Putting on airs some might call it. She turned and began to retrace her steps, and attempted to stalk regally back towards the nearest building.. a vacant game wardens lodge which by her estimates was at least a mile away… and probably locked. The main palace, and nearest accessible WC she knew of was a walk at least half that much again from there.

She tried to hurry along the shade of the path, the light fabric of her short casual summer dress dancing about in a very unladylike manner in the breeze that flashed the white cottons of her knickers shamelessly but that only made things worse; causing a small drip to escape into her underwear, a cooling sensation on the skin there as the warm summer air played on the damp fabric.

She forced herself to slow to a comfortable walk, which caused the wet fabric to feel very interesting indeed against her skin. She paused, feigning the need to rest, since she was not tired in the slightest; looked around carefully and stood such that if there was any hidden observers; it would simply appear that she was adjusting the back of her outfit – then felt the back of her knickers under her skirt. By royal standards her underwear was pretty plain, the top front was decorated with some lace, and if someone was allowed to look really closely they might catch the barest suggestion of brown over her porcelain skin from her soft neatly trimmed pubic hair at the top through the lace, but the rest was plain white soft cotton, with neatly stitched elastic in a contrasting coloured stitching that complimented the lace pattern.

Much to her surprise she was a lot wetter than she had realised, she had leaked a lot more than simply a drip. The warmth of her urine blending with the sensation of cotton on her skin in the warm summer air prevented her noticing just how much she had leaked; the fabric at the lower part of her ass; almost all the way up the front of her labia along the crease of her slit was wet. Not just damp, wet. She slid her finger over the wetness, flicking some of the liquid onto the ground before it started running down the inside of her leg ruining her socks and staining the brown leather of her hiking shoes. What she had taken for a drip it seemed had been simply the start of a slow trickle. As she caressed her pissy wet cotton covered ass, trying to flick the pee off; the feeling of the wet cotton, and her soft warm skin on her hand sent curious, and quite pleasant tingles and shivers down her body. Distracted a moment, she just enjoyed the way the wet fabric felt as she stroked it. Wet, cooling in the air and smooth as if the wetness both reduced and increased the friction at once. She stopped herself, feeling heat rising in her cheeks and in other places in a very unladylike manner. She glanced about nervously. There was nobody there to see. Of course there wasn’t. This was private property! They had only just moved in so even the paparazzi didn’t know they were here yet.

Now that she was aware of her lapse, she redoubled the efforts of her bladder to halt the leak, flicked some more wetness onto the ground and began walking slowly along the path again. The effort required just walking and clamping down was such that she realised it was causing her to sweat a lot more than someone of her royal station should ever be expected to sweat; and if she did not do something about it, her skirt would soon be so damp and sweaty she would look completely uncouth. Wet knickers would be the least of her problems. Not to mention her fitness level was such, that she would never normally sweat this much; it hurt her pride.

As she walked she began taking closer attention to her surroundings, looking for somewhere discrete to sneak off and hide to empty her bladder. Normally she would never have considered such a thing; a princess would never stoop so low; but the urgency of her bladder, plus the relative privacy offered by the enclosing forest made her a little more tolerant of such indignities.
She could feel herself leaking a little again; now that she was paying attention to it. This time a little did run down her leg, but her sock soaked it all up without even a mark; and the warm air almost immediately dried the wet streak on her leg

She was so distracted by her predicament, it never occurred to her to wonder why the path was so well maintained to begin with. Someone used it regularly.

There was a slight rise and dip in the path accompanied by a sharp turn around some tree-trunks so she stepped off the path, around behind the tree, where she found herself in a small heavily shaded cleared space surrounded on all sides by trunks and foliage. In the middle of the clearing, almost like a table was a cleanly cut stump. She lifted her skirt, and began pulling down her knickers.. then thinking better of it shuffled over to the far side of the stump, so the stump was between her and the gap between the trees that returned to the path.

Now standing where an opening in the canopy meant she was in a pool of sunlight, instead of shadow; she stood, leaning on the stump - her skirt held up in one hand, and her wet knickers sitting part way down her upper thigh; as she struggled to removes the dripping knickers with her other hand.

Having finally pulled them off, she stepped out of them; looking at them as she squatted down. Not sure the exact process, having never peed on the ground before she moved her legs and knees quite far apart to keep her feet dry, holding her dress too high – exposing the bottom of the sports top that matched her knickers and everything below in the bright sunlight as she awkwardly tried to pee on the ground.

Oddly enough, what she was doing was so out of character, that at first she couldn’t even start urinating, even with the discomfort and leaking that had led to this point. As she attempted to relax enough that her bladder even started flowing, she picked up her wet knickers, smoothed them out, shook the wetness off a little, then turned and carefully placed the wet knickers on the stump in the sunlight; perhaps they would dry a little if she waited her long enough? If she ever manages to deal with her current crisis there would be no hurry to return to her room; she could wait in this nice clearing all afternoon; or continue her walk minus the knickers and return later when they had dried.

Her current exposed position was doing funny things to her again, she was getting lots of interesting warm flushes and tingles; only since she was alone she stopped worrying and started humming, wiggling and sensually squirming about to enjoy it. Going so far as tucking the bottom of her skirt into her top to prevent it falling down then closing her eyes and caressing her shoulders, which felt unusually pleasant at the moment. As a royal, even a minor one; she was rarely alone long enough to explore such things, whatever the sensations were they felt exciting. They also seemed to interfere with being able to relax her bladder; so she just went with it; letting small drips and squirts dribble out as she enjoyed the other new sensations.

Eventually even with the difficulties relaxing enough to pee on the ground she managed to ease the pressure enough in her bladder she felt no urgency anymore. Her bladder was still far from empty; but wasn’t going to trouble her now. She yawned, and stretched, she had been sitting quite a few minutes rubbing and caressing her shoulders and was getting all sorts of odd tingle feelings, especially if she let her hand stray a little and brush her breasts. Her skin had an odd warm sort of sticky sensation she had never felt before; and with so much of her naked skin on her lower body exposed to the warm summer air, her lower half actually felt pleasantly cool right now. Almost refreshing.

She stood and kicked a little dirt and leaves onto her small puddle. Leaving the skirt tucked into her top, her bottom half still naked, she sat on the stump. It was surprisingly smooth, as if someone had later sanded and painted it with varnish. Sitting her legs open still, she leaned back and pushed her chest out, closed her eyes, took a breath and enjoyed the combined feeling of warm sunlight on her naked body, and the cool air playing over her skin.

She opened her eyes and looked at her wet knickers again. Picking them up. Really the wet feeling on her skin would feel nice. She slid off the stump and leaned over to put the knickers back on, when a voice interrupted her from the shadows beyond the pool of sunlight she was standing in.

“I wouldn’t do that, I can see a rash down there; if you put those on now, it will make it worse. Probably sting come tomorrow.”, he said in a thick french male accent.

A million thoughts of royal etiquette and propriety were the first things that entered Maryanne’s so she quickly dropped her wet knickers back on the stump behind her, pulled her short skirt from her top and let it fall back down to cover her lower body, and stood in a posture that spoke of royal grace, pretending she had not been doing anything inappropriate a moment earlier. Often times in the past, this would make people overlook a lapse, so long as she was quick to correct it.

Although she need not have bothered, her skirt was so short, that from the vantage point of the young man in the shadows, and the sunlight behind her rendering the lower half of her skirt transparent anyway, he could still see everything up her skirt anyway. In his opinion she had one of the finest vaginas he had ever seen, and he had lots of younger sisters and their friends that ran around flashing theirs at him all the time when they were making wine.

Maryanne; feeling exposed since the boy was hidden in the shadows, took a few steps forward out of the sunlight into the shade, and quickly grabbed the first stick she could find on the ground in case she needed to defend herself.

Once again she need not have bothered; once her eyes adjusted to the shadow, she discovered to her shock she was standing right in front of him; she could even feel his breath on her vagina; which was wet with her pee and still dripping a little. His breath actually felt really nice, it gave her labia and inner thigh both a pleasantly cool and warm sensation at the same time. Although now that she was focusing on that particular part of her body she could also feel the rough edges of a chafing like sensation. He was also right. She had a rash.

Looking down she saw a young man, sitting leaning casually on a tree, with an amused look on his face, probably not much different in age to herself, his eyes half lidded as if she had just interrupted him taking a nap.

She raised the stick in the air, and took a breath to tell the boy off, but before she could say more than “Be that as it may, what are you...” she realised she had been whispering, when he failed to hear her and spoke again. “I don’t know why you are coming at me like it is my fault, what do you expect me to do about it? Kiss it better? My younger sisters are always asking me to kiss their scrapes and bruises better.. must be a girl thing..”, he said reflectively.

Maryanne took a half step forward raising the stick hesitantly again, preparing some rehearsed eloquent royal phrase to put the young man.. nay peasant! in his place.. loud enough he would hear this time.. but she realised in taking a half step, she didn’t even know why she had done it.. just some confusing instinctive reaction.. his head was now below the hem of her short skirt; probably the most inappropriate thing a princess could do with a stranger, and worse still a commoner! Her face went bright red in embarrassment.

Worst still, he took it as confirming his last statement, and kissed her, right on her pissy wet dripping vagina. Whatever words she had planned to say were lost in the wind as she dropped the stick, gasped in surprise at the sensation and grabbed the tree he was leaning on with both hands with a gasp, a little of her pee dribbling out her bladder as he did so.

When she failed to move after the kiss, he lifted up the bottom of her skirt to look at her in askance, she could see pee; her pee, dripping off his chin as he looked up at her. He seemed unbothered by it.

“What, that wasn’t good enough? Fine, another then..” he said, absently licking the drip off his chin as he leaned in again and kissed her vagina with more enthusiasm this time. This time her gasp turned into a pant, and before he broke the second kiss, she could not stop herself grinding her hips at his mouth.

This time after feeling her reacting, he lingered, letting his lips caress her leaking labia a little, and tickling her a little with the tip of his tongue. She tasted wet, and a little like melted butter and salty sweat. Not an unpleasant flavour, if you ignore the obvious pee scent.

He finally broke the second kiss, and lifted her skirt again to look up at her.
It occurred to Maryanne, that yes that kiss had made her feel better, a lot better. “Oh.. I see, a different malady troubles you, shall I render the appropriate cure then?”, he said to her, this time a very cheeky look on his face, she could see a wet streak down the front of his shirt.. and as she watched another drip of her pee fell from between her legs and added to it.

Once again he seemed unconcerned by it.

Lost for words she just nodded at him before she could stop herself. He gave her the warmest grin and a wink, then slid his head back under her skirt, kissing her a third time, this time making extensive use of his tongue.

Her panting was replaced by moaning, and he responded by grabbing both her ass cheeks, tilting his head and running his tongue all the way from her piss soaked asshole to her clitoris, where he started using his mouth and tongue on her in a new way that most definitely was not intended as medical.

She removed her hands from the tree and put them behind the boys head, frantically grinding her hips into his face as he licked her. All thoughts of royal etiquette and propriety entirely replaced by a sudden and unexpected feeling of unfiltered need.
Indignities piling on indignities, the shock of sensation also caused her bladder to let go, and start spraying pee on the unfortunate boys chest and lap as he licked her. Now that it was flowing at full force, she realised just how full it still was. “Oh god..”, she exclaimed, the only thing she could do was open her legs a little further; to save her shoes, and released his head to pull her dress up to avoid splashes, which only made it all the more easier for him to lick her in more places, still ignoring her pee, that was exactly what he did, massaging her ass cheeks with his hands and teasing her asshole with his tongue or a penetrating finger every now and again.

She leaned forward and rested her head on the tree above the boy, to aid her balance and closed her eyes to let him do as he pleased to her. Which admittedly was also letting him do as she pleased at that exact second.

With every one of her breaths now coming out with a moan, the boy only became more enthusiastic in his licking and sucking of her. She was almost certain she could feel him swallowing some of her pee. Which realistically was unavoidable if he was to keep licking her while she urinated on him - so he did.

Eventually all her senses narrowed to a grey mist of sorts, where the only thing she could feel was the tingles and pleasant feelings caused by his tongue on her. At some point she ran out of pee, and still he licked her, only now he paused a moment to lick her here and there to clean her up a little before returning his mouth to the place, in her current perception that was now the very centre of her entire world at that exact second.

After a time a new sensation took her, the feeling of her need building up to something new she had not felt before. He seemed to sense somehow what she was feeling and he gradually narrowed his focus until, a finger in each of her now very wet holes thrusting into her.. a glorious sensation on its own – he exclusively gave the attentions of his tongue and mouth to the small bump at the top of her labia.. the smorgasbord of her sensations gradually coming into sharp focus on that point, until a sensation like she was peeing herself hit her for a moment, something briefly spraying the boy in the face as he sucked, then the feeling sort of expanded outwards to a weird sort of wave like sensation that washed over her body several times as he gently sucked, making all the pleasures of her body multiply several times for a few seconds, before gradually subsiding, and leaving her with a curiously relaxing sensation of satisfaction, mixed with want. Oh my did she want.. more.

At this point she was beyond caring as the sensations faded, her knees slowly gave out and she found herself sinking down onto his wet lap, where her own pee, which completely covered him started staining her summer skirt until with care he positioned her on the soft grass and moss of the clearing, and gently slid her skirt and sports top off so she was entirely naked before him, smiling at the sky as her body gave her warm tingles, and the caress of the summer wind cooled her naked skin. He gently draped her wet clothes on the stump in the sunlight next to her wet knickers to dry and returned to her. She looked even better fully naked. The toned curves of her body a perfect compliment to her well trimmed pretty vagina. Out side of the soft fur above the skin below was smooth as if the hair there had been permanently removed or never grew to begin with.

At this point awed by the whole experience she would have permitted him any liberty he took, had he removed his own clothes and thrust into any of her holes, mouth ass or vagina, she would have let him, and with enthusiasm. However the boy seemed curiously reluctant, instead he took to her sweaty and sexed up sticky skin with his lips, kissing, massaging and licking every part of her naked body.. cleaning her with his mouth, until a second set of waves of pleasure, more gentle less insistent washed over her, and she found his lips pressed to her own mouth, their tongues wrestling with each other even as their lips tingled in contact with the other nicely. She could taste her taint on his lips and it only excited her more.

She could not resist wrapping her legs around his body and pulling him to her, her hips grinding naturally against the firmness she could feel in his shorts, and her legs keeping him in place there, until the rubbing caused the feelings of pleasure to wash over her again, and she could feel his firmness twitching and the front of his shorts becoming slick with something wet that made her labia tingle as she ground her vagina against the wet spot.

He broke the embrace and sat apart from her, panting himself now. Maryanne sat up and reached for his shorts, whatever was in there, she wanted it inside her the same way his fingers had been, but he moved back and shook his head. “No mademoiselle, I do not wish to make babies with you, we just have fun, yes?”, said the boy moving her hand into his shorts but leaving them on, and reaching a hand between her legs to rub her to pleasures yet again several minutes later.

They had been at it so long her skirt had dried, although her knickers were still wet, they had simply been too wet to dry yet. The boy gave her another gentle kiss and teased her nipples with his mouth. Her hand still in his shorts and the sticky mess inside had made him hard again and crudely without skill she managed to make him spray more of the sticky mess into her hand as he sucked her nipples.

After sitting for a time he got up and helped her get back into her clothes, although he left her wet knickers on the stump. He looked at his shorts with annoyance now. Her pee on his clothes would dry, in fact most of it already had but the mess in his shorts was another thing. He removed the shorts and attempted to wipe them clean. In the end he laughed, grabbed his penis and began peeing on his shorts to rinse the crème off. Maryanne looked at his penis hungrily. That looks like it would feel a lot nicer that his fingers inside her.

The boy noted her hungry look and tossed his wet but mostly crème free now shorts on the stump to dry, and looked at the mess between his legs.
Maryanne saw her chance, “I could use my mouth on you as you did to me..”, she offered coyly. The boy gave her a suspicious look. “No making babies yes?”, he asked, and when she nodded, he let her near him again. Using her mouth she worked her lips and tongue all over him. This was fun.
After a time he was hard again and she licked all over it and eventually once she had licked up his crème which tasted a little like flour batter, discovered it fit nicely in her mouth.
This was even more fun, especially when he started squirming and making cute sounds then reached under her skirt and started playing with her vagina again as she sucked him. He laid on his back and gestured, grabbing her legs until she was positioned over him with his penis in her mouth and his mouth teasing her vagina. “69 good yes?”, he commented between licks. Maryanne nodded, which given his penis was in her mouth felt so nice he immediately filled her mouth with more of the white sticky crème.

Not sure what to do she swallowed then rested to the side of his penis, as it went soft playing with it with her hands and lips as he licked her once again to her waves of pleasures below her. She had apparently tired him out, and she noted with interest he had soon fallen into a doze under her. She rolled off him and watched him sleep, then started playing with his penis again. Even asleep it was soon hard again so she started sucking on it some more. It had become quite hard, and still wanting to get her own way she considered how to get it inside her as she wanted. She realized her ass, was still quite wet, as the boy had licked her quite a lot there too. It had felt naughty when his finger or tongue was inside her ass, so she experimented with her own finger inside her ass. It slipped in easily, all his licking had quite relaxed it. She sneaked over still playing with his penis and standing over him gently slid herself down onto it, until with a grunt it was fully inside her ass. Oh this was nice. It pressed on the inside of the back of her vagina in this position nicely.

Copying what he did with his hand on her earlier, she began rubbing the front of her vagina with her hand as she gently bounced herself up and down on the penis. This sensation woke him up and he gave her an accusing look; then realised which hole it was he was actually in he grinned.. “ok I’ve not tried this before, bon bon, continue”, he said then began thrusting back into her until the pair of them reached their climax, and he filled her insides with sticky warmth.

She slid off him and stood up red faced and panting. As tempting as it was to continue she suddenly realised any feeling of urgency to do so had been sated.
The boy however had one last surprise for her. He had noticed that her now relaxed ass was leaking a little of his sticky mess, so he spun her around pushed her against the stump, bent her over, stuck his head under her skirt and licked his way up her inner thigh, and finished up behind her licking out her asshole until it was no longer leaking, rubbing her vagina with his hand the whole time. It felt glorious. Once she was very clean, he moved under her pressed her vagina to his mouth and teased the bump at the top of her vagina until she squirted a little of something in his mouth, what is was she was not sure, the slippery stuff, or pee, but he gobbled it up with a grin as she climaxed one more time onto his face.

His own shorts had since dried in the sun, as had her knickers finally, although she made no move to put them back on.. and frankly at this point had no desire to wear underwear under her skirt again at that exact moment.

The boy pulled on his shorts, and pointed at her knickers. She shrugged and looked away at the sky. It was quite late now. The boy blinked looked back at the knickers then stuffed them in his pocket.

“you need escort home?”, he asked. She smiled and whispered, “Only if you promise to play with my ass as we walk”.

His eyes went wide and he laughed. “As you wish”, he said with a chuckle, grabbing her hand and putting it around his waist to walk her to the path. He also put his arm around her, only such that it was playing with her bare ass under her skirt as they walked in the evening dusk.

“So where do you live? One of the farms along the way here?”, he asked. She shook her head, “No I live in the palace”, she replied matter of factly. He paused.. “the palace?”, he stammered, “what is it you do there?”, he asked. “My parents just purchased the place as our summer home” He stopped walking a moment, his hand frozen on her bare ass, which in the cooling evening, felt nice against his hand. She was quite firm and soft in all the right ways. Summer had only just began, and he suspected they would be spending a lot of time together.

“Lets start again..”, he said nervously, then continued, “My Name is Francis, what is your name?”. Maryanne looked at him with amusement. “Hello Francis, my name Is Princess Maryanne the third, nice to meet you” she said with a giggle.

Francis went pale and released her in confusion. At first he thought she was joking, but the tone of her voice and her posture told her she was serious. Confused he glanced about not sure what to do, then as all the knights in his books always did in such a situation, he knelt in front of her, and declared, “It is my Honor to meet you milady, how might I serve you”

Maryanne looked down at him at her feet, keeping her airs on for a few seconds then noticing where he was positioned, glanced about to make sure they were still alone, then pulling up the front of her skirt whispered, “..with your mouth right now.. but later I don’t suppose you are willing to take employment in my house as my personal servant..” she looked him in the eye, then whispered even more quietly, “really personal servant..” she winked and and looked down between her legs.

Francis blinked a few times, then realised what she was offering. He grinned, then answered, “Now that you mention it, I am in the market for a new job, all my sisters are old enough to look after themselves, and will soon take husbands who can take over for me at the winery.. I find myself at a crossroads.. so I accept.. also your wish is my command..” he leaned in and pressed his mouth between her legs and started licking her.

A while later, after she had again taken her pleasures from him, they found themselves walking again, the darkness hiding that fact that his hand was up the back of her skirt, his finger inserted inside a place that was highly inappropriate for a princess to allow and her hand was down the front of his shorts, doing something with her hand that was highly inappropriate for a princess to be doing in public if at all.. they stopped once more after that.. so that Francis could do into her mouth what in a few seconds would otherwise have been done in her hand, then reached the palace, walking hand in hand in a less intimate way.

She walked him into the palace from the servants entrance, and took him to her room. Francis looked around the room, “You know.. I used to play here as a child, did you know there is a secret servants stairway behind that panel next to your bed? It leads to the servants quarters one floor down. She had him show her the stairway, and exiting in the room below, they found a locked room, mostly furnished, but covered in a layer of dust. “Looks like we found your new room..”, she giggled. She whispered “I’ll leave the panel upstairs unlocked any time I am alone.. once you are on the payroll, feel free to come up any time it is not locked, and do to me what we did earlier.. “
She kissed him on the lips and rubbed his crotch.. noting he was hard again, she glanced at the dust and locked door, she added, “In fact.. why wait..”
Leaning over a little she reached under her skirt and spread her ass cheeks, Looking over her shoulder, she ordered him, “lick me, then stick it in me..” she winked and bent over a little more so the skirt rode up, and she could pull her cheeks open more.

Francis smirked, slid the bolt in the door just in case, then squatted down behind her and started licking her where she so clearly wanted him to. This time sliding his tongue deep within her rear hole, before pulling off his shorts and pushing himself inside her gently and starting to thrust. Maryanne made a curious purring sound, and slid her hands inside her skirt and under her sports top to play with her breasts, Francis had both of his hands wrapped around her waist and was stoking her vagina with his fingers as he thrust into her.

The pair having so recently engaged in similar mischief earlier took quite some time before the pair of them reached their respective climaxes, although Maryanne reached hers just before Francis, and in the height of passion, withdrew and spun around, having him finish in her mouth as the last waves of her own pleasure subsided. By the time the pair was done, the dinner bell was being rang for the second time.

The pair returned to Maryanne's room where they carefully closed the hidden panel. She actually had been in the market for a servant so she already had some boxes with formal servant attire waiting. She found one that fitted and dressed Francis in it. He looked quite dashing. The pair quickly rinsed their faces in the wash basin, and spritzed one another with deodorants to cover the pervasive smell of sex and pee on them both.

As they turned to leave for dinner, where she would introduce him, and have him fill out the employment form, Maryanne confessed her annoyance at the lack of WC facilities on this floor, pointing at a chamber pot under her bed. “Would you be willing to empty that for me?” she asked nervously. Francis chuckled, “certainly, I’ve had to do the same for my sisters for years, between being sprayed changing nappies and regular rafter pranks in the stables by my sisters and their girlfriends who seem to delight in covering me in their pee, I am pretty accustomed to it.. there is a WC on the servants floor anyway.. if you do not wish to leave your chambers… I can think of some perverted ways in which I could deal with your waters along with my other duties..” Francis winked and licked his lips. When Maryanne looked a little confused, he reached between her legs and tickled her until his finger was quite wet, then lifted it to his mouth, tilted his head back suggestively and sucked the wetness off his fingers.

Maryanne took a few seconds then went red and looked shocked.. and a little intrigued. She stammered a little, “I mean I noticed you swallow a little when I had my accident.. but you would do that for me fully?”

Francis nodded and licked his lips again, “For you anytime.. jolie fille, no other, then I pleasure you after.”
That sold the deal for Maryanne, who right that second very much wished she needed to pee to test the claim.


The pair went downstairs, where she introduced Francis to her parents and the existing house staff, and requested a copy of one of the standard house staff employment forms for him to sign. Her parents seemed satisfied with her hiring choice, and he took position standing behind her as Maryanne had dinner. A few times she adjusted her skirt to flash her bare ass at Francis, and having had her fill of a little food, and quite a lot of wine, she soon felt a rising urgency in her bladder. She ‘accidentally’ knocked a spoon on the floor, and then kicked it to the other side and asked Francis to get it for her. He bowed then moved over to the other side of the table and bent to grab it. He nearly hit his head on the underside of the table when he noticed Maryanne was sitting in a very unladylike way under the table cloth, her knees wide apart flashing her lack of knickers and vagina at him, and her hands which from outside the table cloth looked to be sitting demurely in her lap with a napkin, were actually between her legs rubbing her wet vagina as Francis watched. After a few seconds, she stopped rubbing, and closed her knees suddenly, trapping her hand between her legs, and she squirmed in a familiar way that suggested only one thing.. and that she needed to do so urgently.

Francis extracted himself from under the table, rogue cutlery in hand and passed it to another servant who gave Francis a fresh one to give the princess, that had not been soiled by contact with the floor. He handed her the spoon and heard her whisper, “I need to pee.. can you sneak under the table when nobody is looking?” Francis looked around the room and realised with disappointment, he probably wouldn’t get away with it. There was too many servants, and her parents in the room eyeing him curiously. He whispered back, “too many people around.” then pausing at the disappointed look on her face, he discretely slid an empty glass to her hand, “I would however be happy to join you in a toast later.. if you can find me something interesting to drink.”

It took only a moment for the princess to realise what he was suggesting, just about orgasming on the spot at the filthy idea as she secreted the glass under the tablecloth to “fill” later when she thought nobody would notice the sound. She coughed to cover an excited giggle to herself as Francis stepped back and resumed his position standing behind her.

She pondered the days activities, marvelling how in less that a single day she had gone from a chaise virginal princess who had not even touched herself between the legs before, been kissed, or pissed in public; to a sexy little kinkabelle who fully intended to spend the rest of her summer urinating in her servants mouth so he could lick her out afterwards and get her off, or failing that pissing in a glass in front of her parents and the house staff discretely so that Francis could drink it also in front of everyone without anyone suspecting a thing.

Her moment came a few minutes later as her parents in loud discussion with each other and the house staff, and with the sound of all the glasses being refilled with wine she slid forward in her seat and pissed into the cup, the sound hidden from everyone but Francis who was too close not to hear by the ambient sounds of the room. When the kitchen staff filled her glass too, she asked if they could perhaps make her some dessert. They nodded and hurried away. Once nobody was looking she placed the piss filled glass on the table next to her wine filled one, then picked her wine up and proposed a toast, “To my new servant, may he serve me well.” Her mother and father nodded and raised their glasses, Maryanne quickly grabbed the steaming glass of her piss and handed it to Francis who accepted it with surprising grace and raised his glass in toast too.

The princess and Francis clinked glasses, his glass overfull with pee splashed a little into her wine glass too, but already committed the quartet all downed their glasses, Francis fully draining his.. The sight was so exciting for Maryanne, she momentarily forgot that her glass too was tainted likewise and downed hers before she could stop herself. In the end that too only adding to her perverted excitement over the whole affair.

When her parents announced their desire to retire, and with them most of the domestic staff, that left the Princess and Francis alone in the dining room waiting for her dessert. Quickly she lifted the table cloth and gestured to a smirking Francis to get under the table. He gave a quick glance around then slipped out of sight behind the floor length tablecloth.

“Oh god yes”, whispered Maryanne as she opened her legs, her protesting bladder leaking a little as she did, and felt Francis’s mouth settle over her leaking vagina, licking the leak up before it reached the chair as he did so. “That feels so nasty Francis.. I love it”, whispered the Princess, giving him a heavier squirt.
Francis gave her ass a happy pat, then pulled her forward a little more on the dining chair. Her dessert was brought out interrupting her nasty game so she clamped down on her bladder to stop the flow a moment as Francis had been making quite loud slurping and swallowing sounds, and she didn’t want the kitchen staff noticing.

Annoyingly the kitchen staff member remained in the room on the other side of the table waiting for her to finish so they could clear the table. Francis at this point was amusing himself by licking and fingering the Princess under the table. The sensation was making her heart race and sending little tingles up and down her body, so her face became quite red and flustered.

The kitchen staff member, concerned enquired, “is everything ok?”, Maryanne nodded, “I am fine, It just tastes better than I was expecting.”
As if agreeing Francis sucked and nibbled suddenly on the Princesses clitoris, making her jump a little and causing her bladder to spray suddenly in Francis’s mouth again. Caught off guard he slurped her pee down loudly to quickly deal with it, and then returned to less noisy activities. The accident reminded Maryanne just how quite desperately she needed to pee right now, and she gave a slightly annoyed sound. She also had to slurp the syrup on her dessert loudly to cover up the earlier sound.

The kitchen staff member looked around, “Maybe I should call your man servant to take to back up to your room, where is he?” Maryanne shook her head, “He will be done shortly he had to deal with a toilet emergency.” She tried not to laugh, since she was the emergency and he was busy dealing with it with his mouth.

The kitchen staff member nodded and resumed their formal posture waiting for the Princess to finish her dessert, and not wanting to hurry her. Completely missing the fact that the princess would never normally use such a crude phrase as “toilet emergency” to begin with.

Francis chuckled to himself at her comments. The sensation on Maryanne making her squirm sexily. She did taste better than expected, and he was indeed dealing with a toilet emergency. As if to show his approval he carefully slid her legs on his shoulder so not to be too obvious outside the table cloth to give him better access then tickled her asshole with his tongue a few times.

The result on the Princess, other than making her sitting position look positively casual as she had to slouch back a little to accommodate the perverted placement of her legs under the table, was to cause her to choke a little on her dessert. Under the table things were even more interesting, her fit of coughing, and unusual position put too much pressure on her bladder and the similarity to the position she normally sat on a toilet had ‘broken her dam’, she was pissing herself uncontrollably, which Francis much to his glee had started happily licking up and swallowing. The kitchen staff member had hurried over and started patting her back to help the coughing, but the loud slurping sounds would soon be noticed, so the princess likewise started slurping her dessert loudly and tried with limited success to stop pissing. It was difficult.. because honestly she really wanted to be pissing in his mouth right now, she had already decided of all things this was now her most favourite thing now, but she had to stop before the kitchen staff noticed.

The kitchen staff member satisfied returned to the place across the room, and the princess carefully loosened her protesting bladder again leaking pee slowly into Francis’s mouth as she enjoyed her dessert, and Francis enjoyed her.

Francis tapped Maryannes ass and whispered, “I can swallow much faster than this, just push as hard as you can, looks like we need to wrap this up, the staff are getting impatient” the princess hid her reply with a napkin, “Ok.. here I go, 3 2 1..” she pushed down on her bladder and relaxed her muscles as much as she could, but the flow didn’t speed up much. Francis noticing her ass muscles pushing had a sudden idea and pushed a finger deeply into her now relaxed asshole. This caused Maryanne to jump suddenly and moan.. getting another concerned look from the Kitchen staff. “Sorry, but this is just really good”, said the princess loudly gesturing vaguely in the direction of her dessert, but actually meaning what was going on under the table cloth between her legs. She had to talk loudly because the invading finger, other than feeling really good had worked, her bladder was now hissing piss out quite loudly into Francis’s mouth at full flow and he was busy gulping and slurping it down his throat loudly, while teasing the inside of her ass with his finger.

Maryanne started quickly finishing her dessert attempting to slurp even louder than Francis and the hissing sound of her piss. “MMM, so good”, groaned the princess to the kitchen staff member, not talking about the dessert at all.

Her bladder ran dry around the time she ran out of dessert, and catching her by surprise she orgasmed suddenly at the attention from his mouth and finger afterward.. covering up her erotic sigh with a melodramatic sigh supposedly aimed at how full and satisfied she was with the meal.

The staff member seemed to accept this explanation, and hurried over to remove the remaining table setting. As soon as they left for the kitchen, Maryanne quickly lifted the table cloth, catching Francis going to town on her asshole with his tongue now. “Enough, of that”, she moaned, “quick get out before they return” Francis quickly slid out, smoothed out his outfit and stood behind her chair again. The Princess giggled and handed him a napkin. His face was soaking wet and had pee and her sexual juices all over it.

She got up and pausing a moment, grabbed a nearly full jug of water off the table to take with her, looking at it and wiggling her eyebrows followed by her hips at Francis suggestively. He grinned, adjusted his pants which were quite tight in one particular spot at the moment and the pair left the dining room.
She stopped by the study to find the key to the servants room that connected via the hidden stairway to her room, then realising Francis had forgotten to release the bolt on the inside during their previous adventure, the pair returned to her room together, the princess placing the enormous jug of water on her night stand. “I’ll be drinking all of that before the night is done.. and you will be drinking all of that from me afterwards..”, she said with a giggle.

Francis tried to look serious, “As always, it is a pleasure to serve” he said in an overly dramatic tone, and the pair burst out laughing.
They went down to the servants room and looked around again. Although it was fully furnished everything needed dusting and the sheets needed to be changed.
“I guess that means you will be sleeping with me tonite”, Maryanne said with a giggle. “I can put the room into order tomorrow”, he agreed.

The pair returned to her room. Making sure to lock all the internal doors so they would not be interrupted in the morning by the morning staff and caught together in the bed.

“Get your clothes off, I want to spend all night with my mouth on your penis.. in what did you call it? A 69?”, said the princess seductively.

When they reached the bed, and removed all their clothes, Maryanne looked at the chamber pot with distaste. “I always hated those things.. maybe I should get rid of it, since I have you?”, she suggested. Francis shook his head, “As much as I could spend every waking moment dining on your pee and licking you after, or eating out your ass, I don’t think I could stomach the other things that come out of it.. unless you want me to put you in a nappy, I learnt how baby sitting my sisters by the way, you are going to still need the chamber pot.”

Maryanne giggled at the dirty talk he used discussing her, then paused thoughtfully. “Nappies you say?”, she said with interest.

Francis nodded, “Oui” he said simply. “That could be fun too..”, the princess whispered as she turned off the light then pulled him into her bed and the pair slid their mouths between each others legs in the dark and started sucking.

[Enkil]

The extended epilogue
Two days had passed, and her new manservant has moved into the room below her, although it appears he will be unlikely to ever use his own bed.. for sleeping alone at least.

“Where did you find one that would fit?”, asked Maryanne; as she looked down at Francis attaching the last pin to the cloth around her hips. Francis laughed, “My youngest sister, she was how you say.. big baby? She is only my half sister, mother got a little too excited making wine, and took it out on one of the winery workers, since they were both.. uh not wearing much when they stomp grapes..” Maryanne looked scandalised. Francis chuckled, “It is not unusual.. in french culture – many have a mistress. Sometimes women take a lover too. It was only the once, and father forgave her as the passion of the moment. Also the worker was killed in a farming accident before they found out she was pregnant, so he felt sorry for the baby girl and adopted her as his own. Only she was very big girl.. not like my other five sisters at all. She was in nappies up until her 5th year, by which point she was so big they were a small women's panty size… she is a grown women now but we still had the nappies in storage.”

Maryanne gave Francis a wicked look, then got up, pulled out her chamber pot from under her bed, making sure to poke her ass in his direction, then went over to her window, peeked out the curtain, then certain nobody was watching, held the pot out the window in the air. “So how many of these do you have?”, she asked, looking down at herself. “32”, Francis answered. Maryanne smiled, “That many?”. Francis nodded, “she was a VERY messy girl, I had to change them often if I was watching her”, he added. She looked up at Francis and her face went very red, (and Francis rather suspected it was because of excitement not embarrassment) then she dropped the entire pot out the window so it landed deep into the bush on the ground below her window.

“Wont be needing this then!”, she said with glee as she peered out the window at the bush the chamber pot had vanished into, then returned to stand next to Francis who was sitting on her bed watching with amusement.

Maryanne looked down her naked body and admired the big soft cloth nappy, which with her narrow waist and ‘fuck me’ hips fit quite securely. “How much can it hold?”, she asked curiously, opening her legs a little and closing her eyes; making it quite obvious she had decided to start filling them already to try them out. Francis chuckled at the sudden muffled wet hissing sound, she was obviously pushing it out as hard as she could. It was lucky the princess’s private bathing room had a large sink he could wash it in later.

He reached between her legs and started alternating between patting and squeezing her ass and crotch, noting as he did so it started feeling heavier and soon started making wet sounds as he did so. Still playing with her quickly filling nappy he answered, “Quite a lot.. my sister she pee very much, they are special made to keep skin dry - it is twice the thickness of a usual nappy with some special absorbent material in between.”
Francis paused to gave Maryanne a fake pouty look, then hooked his finger into her nappy, pushing his fingers in far enough he could rub it inside her wet labia, where in that position she was pissing on it, “Ah but now you don’t need me.. I shall go thirsty and die!”, he said playfully as he pulled his fingers out again, admired the pee all over his fingers, then slipped them in his mouth to suck on as Maryanne watched.

Her face went pale, and a look of utter lust overtook her eyes. The wet hissing sound suddenly cut off, and she started trying remove one of the fasteners on the nappy.. which was difficult since her eyes were locked on Francis’s face as she watched him suck her pee off his fingers.

Francis removed his fingers and started helping her, talking, almost as if his mind was elsewhere as he did so, “When she was not allowed to wear them anymore she wet herself often, until she started copying her older sisters and their friends…” There was a faraway look on his face as he said the last word, then went silent.

Maryanne, wondering why Francis suddenly went quiet, poked him, and looked at him expectantly. Which considering she was naked except for the nappy; made for quite the sight, as she leaned over and her breasts stuck out more, catching his eye as she reached her hand over to get his attention.

Francis opened and closed his mouth, his eyes moving between her chest and waist; unsure how much more he should disclose.

Maryanne tickled his chin and demanded, playfully, “Tell me about these games and the friends Francis”
Oddly enough his face went a little red; but he started speaking again, “When they were all younger I had to babysit them all, and change all their nappies; my oldest younger sister as a baby would always hold her pee when I changed hers, and once it was open she would delight in spraying it at my face, sometimes it was only an accident but eventually she started doing it on purpose, then all my other sisters began copying her, as the years went by all six of them learnt the same game copied from the other. If one of them managed to get any in my mouth all of them would be giggling about it for the rest of the day delighted with themselves.”

Maryanne giggled.. making a note to play the same game herself. “What of their friends?”, she asked, noting that one side of her own nappy was now open, and Francis was know kneeling down in front of her. He seemed reluctant, but as soon as he caught sight of Maryanne’s dripping vagina his face appeared distracted, he licked his lips and he resumed speaking, “When they were no longer in nappies they didn’t want to end their fun game, so as 3 or 4 year olds they would hide in the rafters of the stable and wait for me, then if they saw me below one or sometimes all of them would pee on me from above. It was very annoying. But for them it wasn’t hard, some were potty training then so often they had no panties, or anything at all on; or if they were older they would simply wet themselves so long as it got me wet. Often my sisters had their friends over, and they started playing the same game, it was their favourite game even as they got older.. which made for some awkward moments, some of my sisters friends grew up to be very sexy women to be doing such things to me.”

Maryanne giggled again, as Francis left one side of her own nappy open and had peeled it back and started leaning forward towards her exposed vagina with his mouth. “So all your sisters AND their friends liked to pee on you?”, she asked curiously. Francis nodded. “When did they stop?”, she asked.

Francis paused, a mere inch from her vagina, she could feel his warm breath on her. “They almost didn’t; I mean they stopped doing it as often, but if they are naked, or near enough to while crushing grapes sometimes, even as young ladies they would climb on the side and pee in my direction instead of climb out and go to the bathroom; even the other young girls working there would do it too, thinking it some bizarre but amusing tradition. As the only boy aside from my father and some of the field workers, they all ganged up on me. Two of my sisters really like girls too.. and their girlfriends still do it sometimes; so I had to avoid the winery if they are working. Eventually most of my sisters took lovers; they don’t bother me in the stable except as a prank, my youngest sister had a falling out with her girlfriend.. when she broke up to take a different girl as her lover; But her old lover kept coming to visit the farm, even tho she was no longer close to my youngest sister, she was friends with my other sisters too. Mostly when she was not gossiping with the other girls; she would follow me around and hide to jump out somewhere and pee prank me. She was at our farm so often, we gave her a job there in the stable. For years she would squirt at me from the attic as I cleaned the stable – until I found a way to make her stop..”

Maryanne was a little confused by the idea that some of Francis’s sisters ‘really liked girls’ and also had ‘girlfriends’ who were lovers - a concept that as a princess she had never been taught about, however she was distracted by other things.. in particular what Francis was getting ready to do.. so the confusion blended into curiosity.. it sounded fun.

Francis ran his tongue along the wet pink skin of Maryanne’s labia. She moaned a little, and leaked a little pee out on purpose as he licked her. Still moaning she asked, “oh god, how are you so good at that..” not really expecting an answer. After a few moments, a suspicion occurred to her. Impatient to know the rest of the story, Maryanne gently pushed his face away from her vagina, as much as she hated stopping him and asked, “How did you make her stop?”

Francis looked up at her, and much to her surprise his face went very red. He became suddenly very awkward and stammered a little, as if nervous about something. He tried to lick her again, but she kept holding his face and tilted it up at her to repeat her question, “HOW did you make her STOP?” he asked in a tone that allowed no dissent.

He swallowed and avoided her gaze, as if he had been unfaithful to her then he finally spoke, “Because she was always teasing me and peeing on me, I was annoyed and frustrated, she had stopped wearing underwear under her skirt; and was always sneaking up to me on a fence, tree branch, ladder or the side of a stable stall right next to me and spraying it right in my face as soon as I noticed her.” he Swallowed, then looked at Maryanne's vagina, where a drip of something.. probably not pee, and suggesting how much she liked the story was dripping from her labia.

He licked his lips and resumed speaking, “I was a boy and she was a very pretty girl, I was even having erotic dreams about her because she no longer wore knickers and her vagina haunted my thoughts. I had never been with a girl intimately.. anyone I dated would dump me when they found out what my sisters and friends did to me. Having her so close to me with it in my face, I became so enraged, I turned on her and stuck my mouth on her vagina to stop the pee spraying on me, then when she stopped in surprise, I stood, grabbed her and kissed her right on the mouth with her own pee filling mine, so she would know what it felt like to get it in her mouth too.”

He went silent. Maryanne, shocked and also uncomfortably horny from the image in her mind of the incident asked bluntly, “What did she do?”

Francis, who suddenly realised she was not angry.. and even started rubbing herself between her legs as she asked; continued, “It turned out she also liked boys, not just girls.. but was awkward with boys. She always followed me around because she lusted for me, and having lost her previous lover had no way to sate it, and thinking I was not interested took her anger out on me in more and more aggressive piss pranks.. so the moment I kissed her.. she kissed me right back, I don’t even remember what happened to the pee in my mouth, maybe she swallowed it, maybe I did, or maybe it leaked out. We both ended up with her sitting on the side of the stable stall with her legs around my neck, and my mouth between her legs, with her holding my head and telling me the best way to lick her. She is why I am so good at this.. she did it frequently, as I would likewise react each time she tried to pee on me.. it became a daily game.. eventually she only had to pee a little in front of me if she wanted me to lick her, so she stopped piss pranking me.”

Maryanne let out an involuntary moan at the filthy story. So that is why he was so quick to go down on her covered in pee. He associates pee with oral sex because of his first lover, and because he loves going down on girls, he is obsessed with pee now.

Francis grabbed Maryanne’s ass and fighting the grip on his head moved his mouth back between her pissy legs. Maryanne let his words sink in for a few moments, relaxed her hands letting him return to licking her.. then grabbing the back of his head, she lay back on her bed, wrapped her legs around his neck the same way he had described with the girl in the stable, then pushed as hard as she could on her bladder, flooding his mouth with her pee, and moaning the whole time.. he lapped it up like it was fine wine, swallowing it and making her cum on his tongue in under a minute.

A few minutes later, laying on her back, his mouth still working her up between her legs, panting as her body moved closer to another climax, she spoke, “Does she still work there?” he paused his licking long enough to nod.
“Are you still lovers?”, she asked nervously. He paused, much to Maryanne’s frustration; she was literally moments from getting off again, it was especially filthy as she still half wore the wet nappy and he was eating her out wearing it. He looked up at her… a view from between her legs she had come to much appreciate, and spoke, “I don’t think we ever were? I mean whenever she was horny she would have me go down on her, and a few times besides if only I was, either way she let me do as I please - she would always give me more tips on what felt good to her, but once she got off, she seemed to lose interest, and even discussed dating other people. She seemed to think I needed a girlfriend of my own and pressed me on the topic frequently.”

He resumed licking her. Maryanne had one last thing to say, “I should very much like to meet this girl.. will you introduce us?” Francis looked up curiously, as he ran his tongue along her labia, she was watching him waiting for an answer. He paused a moment to utter the word, “oui” then much to both their surprises, she orgasmed the moment he said it, and he hadn’t been touching her that instant.

“Wee indeed”, Maryanne moaned to herself as the waves of pleasure again took her.

Francis was confused, so he leaned in and gently sucked her labia and clitoris until she finished orgasming.. which thanks to the sucking took a while..


Later that day…
Maryanne still wore the same nappy, she had him fasten it back on after she was done with him in her bedroom. She had added pee to it twice under her heavy dress in the walk to Francis’s family farm; and although she could feel slight pressure in her bowel too, she was too scared to actually do more than pee in it yet. She planned to make no attempt to use a toilet stall that day at all, until the inevitable happened in the nappy. Then she could find out how effective it was. So far the weight under her dress was significant, it was quite full of liquid, and other than an interesting squishy feeling with each step she felt basically dry,and no leaks had occurred yet. It was actually quite relaxing, she could walk as fast as she liked, and keep her bladder entirely relaxed no matter how hard she exerted herself. Although it did occur to her that eventually if she kept doing it, she would actually need the nappy then, as she would lose her bladder control. She was not entirely upset by the idea, but it might complicate matters if she wanted to save pee for Francis to lick at.

Ideally the other kind of ‘accident’ wouldn’t happen until she was alone in her bedroom with him, but she would not object to perhaps a small accident pushing out as they walked back, although the possibility of bad smell worried her, she was curious how it might feel. The wrongness of it all reminding her of the first wetting incident she had, which had all things considered felt really sensual. She had allowed her mind to wander to darker things, and it had already occurred to her that if she wanted to be really naughty she could do something silly like wear underwear inside the nappy and mess those too.. then she would feel the wetness caressing her skin as it would have to pass through the cotton of her knickers before vanishing into the absorbent material.
The best part too was should anyone catch her wearing it, she could just explain it away as being for her menstruation cycle. Even as a princess it meant she could get away with it, so long as nobody caught Francis changing it for her.

The only other problem that remained, was although Francis can discretely wash the nappies, and could sneak in and out of her bedroom as he (or she mmm) pleased without being noticed, her bathing room was a problem. It really was designed to have a dedicated servant to assist in bathing, and although Francis would happily assist in that duty, his gender would be a problem should anyone notice who was performing it. She needed a female accomplice. Even if she didn’t actively perform said duty, although given Francis’s rough explanation of how two girls might become lovers; she had to admit she was rather hoping the both of them could help her in the bathing room at once – especially if she was as willing to engage in pee games as he had described. What had eventually sunk in was if Francis can use his mouth so effectively on her, how good would be the girl who instructed him on learning that particular skill be if she did it herself.. or better still could she learn to return the same pleasure in kind?

The idea actually quite excited her. It had never occurred to her before to consider other girls as potential bedroom playmates, and given the annoying onus placed on gender where “being proper” was concerned; it opened up quite a lot of erotic possibilities within the appearance high society propriety if it was just “her and the girls” in her private chambers.
Maryanne was starting to feel very wet over the thought, and it certainly wasn’t pee this time. She was so wet in fact her vagina made wet sucking sound as she walked now. She really wished Francis could pull her nappy off and pile dive her from behind against one of the trees, but if he did, there would be a nasty surprise waiting inside her ass, so she ignored the desire. Instead she flexed the anal muscles, the pressure in her bowel shifted a little as she did, so she imagined it was instead his penis sliding in and out of her. By the time she reached his families farm, she had actually worked a little out. It was quite firm and pushed in and out a little as she walked, feeling almost like Francis was inside her thrusting a little. It felt so wrong, that by the time they were standing next to each other in front of the stable she was so horny wet each step made her vagina lips make a sound like popping bubble wrap.

Realistically only she could hear it, but to her each step felt like a clap of thunder advertising her arousal, and her ass cheeks were sticking a little as it rubbed the lump at the back too, which she had been having so much fun with walking she had pushed almost at entire lump of it out. She paused at the door with concern sniffing at herself, but the material of the nappy seemed to hold any smells in luckily.

Maryanne followed into the stable, interrupting a very pretty young girl who looked to be standing in a very lewd position facing Francis, who it seemed had stepped back and wasn’t reacting at all how she was hoping. The young girl went pale, spun around letting her simple farm skirt drop and quickly climbed up a couple of rungs of a nearby ladder to poke at some hay in the loft with a pitchfork. Francis had an amused smirk on his face as he waited for Maryanne. The girl was certainly younger than Francis, although going by her curves very much all grown up, probably even older than Francis’s youngest sibling.
Maryanne walked up to Francis and declared, “Are you going to introduce us Francis?” Francis apologised, “Sorry. Elise, this is Princess Maryanne. Maryanne, this is Elise.”

Elise’s eyes near popped out of her head and she fell off the ladder in a heap that revealed she did indeed have no knickers on, and now appeared to be peeing herself in the shock of falling off the ladder, or perhaps Maryanne had simply interrupted her as she tried to pee in front of Francis, and it was simply now visible she was doing it. Maryanne’s eyes traced along the floor, a small puddle in front of Francis, followed by a trail to a larger puddle under the ladder confirming her suspicion.

Elise squeaked in alarm, the fountain running down the inside of her thighs cutting off as she scrambled to stand up again. There was now an obvious dark wet patch all down the back and a little at the front of her skirt, with more dripping down the inside of her legs as she stood looking on in horror at the thought she had just pissed herself in front of royalty.

Maryanne was feeling a little excited over the entire situation; not only had what she walked in on just confirmed Francis’s earlier story; but she felt flattered by the way, even as she looked terrified that Elise’s eyes kept jumping from Maryanne’s breasts down to her ass then locked onto her eyes; then the cycle would repeat as if even nervous Elise very much liked what she saw.

Maryanne took a few steps forward, and eyes glued to Elise’s; she made good use of her royal diplomatic training by reaching out a hand to shake, but also paying close attention to the body language of Elise’s eyes. There was no doubting it, both of Elise’s eyes were twin pools of black pupils. Elise very much did like what she saw. Perhaps Maryanne's erotic fantasies of the three of them sharing a royal bath had a good chance after all. Like the bedroom the large royal bath in Maryanne’s private chambers had a door connecting it to a servants room, only that one was not concealed. The doors to the bathhouse locked on both sides so it represented no threat to the lady of the chambers, and like the room downstairs access by the hidden stairway, that particular servants room was also vacant.

All she had to do was convince the girl to let her be hired as a private bath servant – and in such a way that made it clear in no uncertain terms that the job included unlimited kinky sexual perks as a bonus.. or even job requirement.

When Elise stood there frozen in place, Maryanne wiggled her hand to bring attention to it. Finally Elise still in shock took the hint and reached her hand back in return to grasp it politely. “Pleased to make your acquaintance”, the princess said formally with a little shake of Elise’s hand.

Elise completely confused by the way Francis was standing to the side completely unconcerned; if anything even proud about the fact she had just disgraced herself in front of royalty by pissing herself and flashing her vagina at them, replied in a thick adorable french accent, “eeuhh.. like /e/ wise”

Maryanne pressed her agenda further, as still holding Elise’s hand she looked down at the pee stain, following a drip of pee running down the inside of Elise’s leg with her eyes as she spoke in formal disarming tones, “So Elise, Francis tells me you enjoy playing pee games with him..” she said. Elise, who’s English was quite poor only caught some of the words, and the ones she did understand made her go pale and look even more confused, looked over at Francis for clarification with a sudden confused flurry of french words. In french he said, “She asks if you like playing games with me..” Maryanne added a few seconds after his translation; also in french, “piss games” then looked deadpan at Elise in a not unkind way as if she had merely asked about her health.
Elise went paler still, shook her head, dropped the princesses hand, muttered a few rapid phrases mostly in denial in french and broken english, then turned again to climb the bottom rungs of the hay loft to again poke at hay with a pitchfork, too scared to face them.

She was so flustered her bladder was leaking again, running down the inside of both her legs in spurts of twin rivulets each time she jerked the pitchfork up, and darkening the stains on her dress. Maryanne, ignored the pee.. well wasn’t bothered by it at least, and patted Elise reassuringly on the leg, getting pee on her hand, “It is fine dear, I ask because I want you to be your real self around me” Maryanne had spoken the words carefully practised, in french having confirmed the necessary phrases with Francis during the walk to the farm.

Elise looked back, then went from pale to red faced, noticing the pee on the princesses hand and once again denied knowing what she was talking about. Francis stepped up behind Elise, and whispered to her, “I told her all about you, not just you but my sisters too, she really wants to get to know you. REALLY get to know you.” Elise ranted on in french for a few seconds, angry at Francis, and threatening all sorts of things, including an accidental confession when she threatened to stop letting him play with her if he did not leave her alone. But it seemed to lack any real fire, and she seemed to have moved on the ladder, perhaps instinctively in a way that pushed out her naked ass; since it also rode her dress up, into Francis’s face. She was still slowly leaking pee, suggesting how nervous she was too.

“So be it..”, Francis said at the leaky ass in his face. He reached up, and cupped her pissing vagina with his hand and started massaging it so that it rubbed her warm leaking piss into her labia and clitoris, then slipped a thumb up her asshole as he did it. This caused her to pause her poking of the hayloft, as she closed her eyes and gasped. She made no move to remove his hand, and even pushed her ass back into it more, causing more of her pee to spray out between his fingers as he rubbed her lewdly, and run down his arm.

She was panting and thrusting, so he paused his hand rubbing and asked her, “Tell the princess what you think of playing with pee?” she groaned with frustration and tried to grind her vagina at his hand, but he moved it in time with the motion so no rubbing happened, just the tease of his warm hand holding her dripping vagina. “Tell her”, he repeated.

She made a very frustrated sexy groan, and muttered something in french. Francis gave her a little rub as a reward, then paused again to say, “In english now” She made the same frustrated sexy sound again, only it came out more of a horny moan than a groan this time. “ey loov eet”, she said with the cutest french accent ever as he started rubbing her again. Elise opened her eyes and looked at Maryanne, who had reached over to run her hand up Elise's leg. “I beg your pardon, I missed that”, said Maryanne playfully in an exaggerated formal voice as her fingers reached the top and brushed the skin where the inner thigh reached the lower crotch of Elise, her fingers now totally wet with Elise’s pee.

“I Love it”, she repeated as she watched the princess remove her hand and look at the pee soaking her fingers with interest. “Ok, I love pee, I love ee’it”, repeated Elise her face going bright red still watching the princess admire Elise’s pee all over her fingers. “Oh good, in that case I would like to offer you a job where you can play with it all you like with me at the palace. The pay is double what you earn here.”

The princess waited for Francis, who was still rubbing Elise into piss kink heaven with his hand, to translate her words to french. She looked confused, in so much as someone who is about to orgasm all over a boys hand while pissing themselves on it can look. As Francis stopped speaking, the princess, quite satisfied about the condition of her fingers, to prove her offer was real, again ran them up the inside of Elise’s leg to catch a little more pee, then slipped the piss covered digits into her mouth and sucked on them as Elise watched.

Elise moaned and closed her eyes again, grinding her pissy crotch into Francis’s hand. “I am soo close Francis, please lick me”, Elise begged, in english oddly enough - her adorable french accent making Maryanne’s chest do an odd flutter. Maryanne stepped over to Francis and whispered in his ear, “When she is about to climax, remove your hand, I want to try my mouth on her..”

Francis’s eyes went wide in surprise a moment then he gave her a saucy smirk and nodded. Elise was making quite the racket at the moment moaning, thrusting wetly, and begging in both french and english to be licked. She started making little moaning yelping sounds and Francis nodded at the princess, withdrew his hand and suddenly stepped back. Elise moaned dejectedly in protest, until Maryanne, grasping Elise’s hips leaned in from the back, which on the ladder was the perfect height if she tilted her head back and placed her mouth over Elise’s dirty piss covered vagina and sucked, like she was french kissing someone on the mouth.

Elise moaned, “ahh oui oui.. non higher.. to the front..” the princess did as instructed her tongue pressed onto Elise’s clitoris. “Suck.. oui Oui OUI!”, shrieked Elise. She had a unique taste, tart, with a hint of sweetness, almost like warm expensive champagne that has lost its fizz. Maryanne thrust one of her hands into her wet nappy and started rubbing her own clitoris as she sucked on Elise’s. Then Elise opened her eyes, and looking down in lust realised just as Maryanne started sucking as directed, that it was the princess sucking her filthy piss soaked vagina, not Francis. She gasped and moaned in a particularly impressively depraved way, thrust her crotch back at Maryanne's warm lips and Climaxed, wetly all over the princesses tongue with such force, something sweet and sticky squirted out into Maryanne's mouth. The princess was so excited by it, she pushed the entire contents of her bowel into the back of her nappy as she herself started cumming too. The sensation and resistance of the nappy as it spread out was interesting to say the least if done while orgasming.

After Maryanne was finished climaxing, she realised what she had done.. and whispered to Francis, “I think I need my nappy changed.. badly..”. Francis laughed, “So you were a bad girl? Was it fun?” “Oh god yes”, replied Maryanne with a giggle. Elise was still laying on the ground in a sexual daze at the bottom of the ladder in a puddle of her own pee recovering, she liked boys licking her, but she REALLY liked it more when a girl did it.. and it had been a while. She looked over in surprise to see that Francis had stretched the princess out in the hay of a vacant cattle stall, and was changing a nappy of all things.

When he removed the front to reveal the mess, the princess squirted piss in his face. Elise laughed. She had seen that game before too, although it had been a few years. She is definitely taking that job now. Francis knew what he was doing, prior to putting the nappy on her to begin with he had smeared her skin with some sort of ointment that protected the skin from body wastes. Since he didn’t carry another nappy to replace it, the princess suggested she would just wear no panties under her skirt for the walk home. He folded up the nappy and wrapped it in a bag to carry back to the palace to clean later. That done he cleaned up the brown mess all over Maryanne’s ass, then wiped the ointment off, since it wasn’t needed with no nappy. There was no stain afterwards, nor even a smell and the skin was all clean, fresh enough to eat..
Which a moment later when Elise stepped over, hiked up her dress and planted her vagina on the princess’s reclined face for a sudden unexpected session of 69.. is exactly what Elise did.

Elise had already decided to take the job. You could say this was her way of sealing the deal. When the princess squirted a little pee in Elise's mouth as she sucked her, something that even with all Elise’s piss games was something new, she liked it so much, she decided not only to take the job, but move in that same day.

Two hours, and two orgasms later she was walking with them, still in her piss soaked dress, carrying a suitcase, back to the palace. Both girls leaving a trail of pee drips along the path as they walked. Both girls were feeling very smug. Elise had suggested one of her other favourite secret pee games, which now they had both filled up on water, and were halfway back to the palace they were both playing with glee. Elise had dug out two pairs of white cotton knickers, and they were both happily pissing their panties as they walked.

Francis had a suggestion too, just before they entered the palace he went down on them both one after the other, sucking their wet panty crotches and backs dry enough it didn’t drip on the carpet when they entered the palace.

They spent the rest of the night together in the bathhouse of Maryanne’s personal chambers.. all getting very wet. Which is interesting.. because they had not actually filled the bath with any water..

Also since Elise spent most nights in the same bed with Maryanne and Francis, by the time they all went to sleep, both girls had decided to wear nappies whenever they needed a chamber pot… for everything else Francis served them with his mouth. They made it to the end of their first year together, with nobody discovering the three were lovers.. and without either girl needing to use an actual toilet once.

Ende..

[Enkil]

Teachers Reference
(Yes its sort of a joke, unless you know of a fetish university where my stories are required reading! I imagine life drawing class would be of a girl with wet knickers, and media studies would be filming girls wetting herself in public.. social studies would be having a girl pop herself in your lap and wet herself on you... lord knows what the graduation ceremony would involve..but hey if such a place exists, feel free to pop by my work and wet your knickers if that is your homework..)

When was this story set?
I was fairly open ended here, it could have been last week or last century, or a year after the french revolution(1790). However I make reference to a sports top - these were only common in the 1980s, prior to that women wore bras, swim suit tops or nothing at all. If I back pedal, and say it was actually a tank/tube top these were invented around the end of the 1970s, If I back pedal and say I actually meant a fancy fashion bra it is the 1960's If by sport i mean swim suit top; then we are pushing the 1940's. If i mean a shaping top, we are in the 1920s, and prior to that a casual fabric wrap was worn all the way back to roman times. I mention modern WC's but given they were invented in 1592 that is a bit of a red herring. Summer dresses were invented around 1940, but if i backpedal and say short skirt, these have been around since 1370bc. Although it would be unlikely for a princess to wear one outside of a private garden.. although the entire estate could be classified as such, and the french did tend to lead the world on sexy maid outfits which started out as formal wear that a princess may have actually worn. So that would be a red herring too. Likewise hiking boots, 1914.

The story should fit in any era where both French and English are spoken, after the french revolution, during the population decline of France, and wine is still being made. Realisically if I allow for all the pop culture references, it is probably set in modern (2000+) times. But the casual use of chamber pots could also date it anywhere from the 1940s to the 1960s too. But given the age of the Palace, it is not unrealistic in recent timescales that chamber pots may still exist in such a large household due to the distance within the building to the nearest toilet. (also they may be historical artifacts if it is a heritage listed building)
There is a complete lack of discussion of smart devices and such; so a safe date range for the story is somewhere between 1980 and 2006.

Where was the story set?
France obviously, somewhere quite cosy in summer, that has a declining population, a lot of farmland and many derelict chateau's nearby. That would make it the south of France.

How old are the characters?
Ahh.. well they can be any age you like.
Francis however has a fairly limited age window, due to having 6 younger sisters, all of which he was old enough to baby sit and change their nappies, that places his age between 23 and 30 in a practical sense, but that all depends on his age when his mother had all his sisters. I'll do some math on it in a bit because nerd.

Elise is a bit of a grey zone. His youngest sister had to be old enough to take her first (female) lover to begin with, if we ignore excessive precociousness - and given she was still in nappies at 5, I would suggest his younger sister was actually a slow developer, then she probably started fooling around somewhere between 12 and 13.
Elise was at least as old as his youngest sister, but I state she was a little older and was friends with the older sisters. Realistically this makes her around 14/15 when she was dating the sister, and 16/17 when she first seduced poor Francis and broke him in. We also don't know how long she dated the sister, or how long it was until she hooked up with Francis, but it was long enough to have picked up a bit of oral sex skill already. By the time of the story she could easily be as old as 19.

Maryanne well she is old enough to wear a bra, young enough never to have been kissed or had sex yet, and old enough to have trimmed pubic hair, speak with authority, and have had Diplomatic training. Also she had to be mature enough for both Elise and Francis to think she is hot and sexy. Realistically this could make her anything from 16 to 29, but I also indicate that Francis was not much different in age to her, so say a 2 or 3 year variance. This narrows it to between 20 and 27. So whatever age you decide Francis is, will be about her age too.

Math Nerd Stuff
In theory his mother could have gotten pregnant every 9.5 to 10 months, which at a minimum means all 6 younger sisters could have been born within just on a 5 year period. At a minimum if we assume Francis was at least 4 or 5 when the first sister was born, and was 5 or 6 when he had to first learn to change her nappy, (probably because his mother was pregnant again!) and we assume a new sister every 10 months, That means his 6th sister was born exactly 60 months after the first one, or exactly 5 years.
This means if we start with Francis as a 3-4 year old when his first sister was born, he was 9-10 years old when the youngest sister was born.

Assuming his youngest sister didn't start fooling around until she was at least around 12, that makes Francis at least 21 when Elise was at least 13 or 14. The younger sister probably kept fooling around for 1 or 2 years, which makes Francis around 23 at this point. So Elisee was dumped at around age 15-16, and likely this is when she started tormenting Francis, who was 23. She probably tormented him for almost a year. Which means she would have been making plans for her 17th birthday, and Francis making plans for his 24th birthday when she finally had her way with the clueless boy. That is assuming the most optimistic youngest ages. They fooled around for a year, making Elise 18, and Francis 25 when he met Maryanne. From this then we can assume that Maryanne is around 23 to 25 years old too.
So most optimistic ages here are Elise 18, Francis 25, and Maryanne 23.

On a less aggressive reproductive time table, we could instead assume Francis was at least 5 when the first sister was born, additional sisters being born at a rate of roughly 1 every year and a half, this makes a more realistic timescale of 9 years before the youngest was born, making him 14. If we assume she is a slow learner and didn't start fooling around until she was 15, that makes Francis 29 by the time he met Elise at age 16, so one relationship year, followed by a year of tormenting Francis, Elise was about 18 when she seduced him. They were at it for at least a year, making Francis almost 30, and Maryanne 29, So Elise would have been 19 when she accepted work at the palace.
So least optimistic ages here are Elise 19, Francis 30, Maryanne 29.

To be honest, Francis seemed pretty smooth.. I doubt he would have still been untouched by a girl at the age of 30, the more likely scenario is he was about 25. Which given the handicap of 6 sisters bragging to every girl in the village about how all the girls at the farm pee on him; wouldn't be unrealistic if that scared off any potential lovers until kinky Elise comes along. There is also the possibility of a bit of "carnal knowledge" going on; a not too uncommon event in rural france; in which case the entire timescales could be rolled back as far as Francis being 23 in the story, if we assume the sisters were advanced sexually for their age, as was Elise, who may have been lesbianing around for a couple of years by the time she was 16 and seduced Francis.

Another interpretation is Elise had been working at the farm for a few years, so by the time they all meet Francis, he could have even been in his 40s,
or if we stick to the 10 month birthing schedule he could even have been as young as 19 if he was 7 by the time the other 6 sisters were born, although that makes Elise in danger of being close to underage when she seduced him. I also fail to elaborate if any of the sisters are twins/triplets.. this could easily remove 2 to 3 years from his age again, since 6 sisters would only take 3-4 years if any are twins/triplets.

So really it all comes down to the readers personal choice what age everyone was. As you can see the options are fairly open.

[Give2023]

I think he is obsessed with french peasents

[Enkil]

I think he is obsessed with french peasents

how so? lol actually dont think i've written much about peasants. outside of this story and an unfinished followup. Even then the one here is more farmer than serfs. That said when peasants were still a normal thing, public pee was a pretty common thing!