The Princess Chronicles 7 : Charlie comes to tea.

By Aristocatch

A letter arrived from the Princess' mother, saying how pleased she was that the Princess had met her old friend, Charlene. It continued in hoping that the two would meet again, and enclosed contact details in case 'the Princess hadn't already got them'. Clearly Charlie had decided to force the issue.

The Princess' life wasn't so interesting that she couldn't find time for Charlie and, after all, their friendly fight had been quite enjoyable. An invitation was despatched and so Charlie came to tea but, instead of turning up alone as expected she rolled up with a young woman whom she introduced as her niece.

In fact, it later transpired, the niece was more of a step niece, being the 19-year-old daughter of Charlie's sister's first husband. The Niece was a young lady who made a strong impression. Extremely dark hair, large eyes in a face which wasn't classical in its form, but which struck you as soon as you saw it. This young lady was 'hot' with a raw animal sexuality that wouldn't leave anyone unimpressed. She was of the love-you or hate-you style: impossible to be indifferent to. Apparently she tended to spend time with her step-aunt rather than her step-mother and so she had come with the aunt to meet the Princess “who she had heard so much about”. The way she said those words convinced the Princess that the Niece knew about her penchant for fighting other women, and probably all about the party (and her aunt's part therein).

There was a tension in the air from the moment the pair arrived and if anything it got stronger when they met Crystal. Ignoring Crystal's rôle as employee, Charlie announced that she was perfect to make a foursome (though for what was left dangling in the air).

In inviting Charlie, the Princess was well aware that there was likely to be a repeat, or a variation on their party encounter. A bit of light, maybe sexy, wrestling. The presence of the Niece and Charlie's enthusiasm when she met Crystal suggested that it could encompass all four. The question was, in what format?

The Princess had discretely prepared in advance one of the spare bedrooms, thinking that any activity could take place there, so she was ready for whatever was suggested – or so she thought.

It was a lovely day outside, after several days of rain. The visitors were offered a tour of the gardens, which they were pleased to accept. Crystal accompanied them when they set off. The gardens at the Princess' house were quite pleasant, if nothing like the size of those around her former home. They did employ a gardener though and, as always happened, he had decided to empty the ornamental pool for cleaning just before it started raining. The pool, having been emptied of fish and plants, now had a small amount of rainwater in it, and a great deal of mud (some washed in by the recent rains, which the gardener intended to remove in a few days time). When the Niece saw this expanse of mud her eyes lit up.

“We were intending to do some wrestling, weren't we? Why don't we do it here?”

What could anyone say – why not? Unless it was, 'we are far too ladylike to get dirty', which just wasn't true.

“Crystal, you will join us won't you? That way we can have a foursome! Everyone against everyone – that WOULD be fun.”

“What about our clothes?”

“Who needs them. We're all adults. We'll leave them on that bench over there, and we can collect them later.” Clearly the Niece's brain was working overtime to find solutions. “ Let's be totally mad. Throw each other around in the mud and grab anything we can grab. No win or lose – just fun!”

Put like that, who could decline? Certainly none of those present. The Niece was naked almost as soon as she had finished speaking, leaving no chance for the others to refuse. They did shed their clothes, but much more sedately.

The Niece stood there, in front of the (virtually) waterless pond in all her glory. Decent-sized firm breasts with dark areolae. A flat muscled tummy to go with slim muscled legs and her crowning glory, a neatly trimmed very dark 'V' over her most intimate parts, though something about the way she was standing suggested that their intimacy may have been shared with a number of other people.

She stepped gently into the pond, her feet sinking into the mud and ooze which covered the soft liner, a small amount of water seeped up over those feet. She declared it perfect and invited the others to join her. One by one they clambered in, cautious in gaining and maintaining foothold.

How should they start? The question was never answered as catching all by surprise the Niece tipped Crystal into the mud on her back dumping herself down on Crystal's midriff. Crystal promptly scooped mud in her hands and dolloped the mud on the Niece's boobs, making no effort to unseat her. Not to be outdone the Niece scooped up two handfuls of slimy mud and placed her mud-filled hands over Crystal's boobs, rubbing it in the way Crystal was rubbing her mud into niecely tits.

That left the Princess and Charlie who, finding themselves cast together by default, tried to wrestle each other towards a muddy bath. The floor was just as slippery as it looked and so it was slipping that caused them both to tip to the ground, locking up and rolling around, deeply covering their backs in slime.

With Charlie on her back the Princess prized herself up only to hear “nice tits!” coming from the Niece who, presumably, hadn't noticed them before. “Pity they won't be so nice in a few minutes!”.

Caught listening to the Niece, the Princess was unprepared when Charlie caught hold of her breasts, leaving muddy marks on them and pulling the Princess off her front first into the mud. The Princess rolled over fast and brought her muddied front into contact with Charlie, muddying her front as she did so.

The Niece and Crystal were still happy rubbing mud into each others boobs and now it was time for the Princess and Charlie to do much the same.

The Niece leapt to her feet, thought better of it and kneeling asked who was going to have their pussy muddied first. In one hand she took a huge handful of mud. Each got to their knees and armed themselves. Sliding from side to side, facing one moment one and then another of the group, each looked for the opportunity to react.

Charlie it was who attacked first, with her Niece as her target and, what's more, her hand dripping with mud landed directly on the Niece's pussy protecting 'V'. As Charlie scored, she left herself unprotected and the Princess took advantage to get a muddy hand between Charlie's legs before Crystal, in turn, rubbed mud between the Princess' legs. The Niece was too far to be able to reach Crystal and so she, as instigator of the move, was left unable to put her muddy hand on a vacant pussy. Mind you it didn't take long before Crystal's pussy was as muddy as the others, as Charlie and the Princess both turned on her, which finally gave the Niece the chance to rub her mud into the Princess' pussy.

All four were well covered in mud and tingling from having had hands on their breasts and pussies.

Once again it was the Niece who provoked what came next. Pulling away from the others she scooted across the pool calling out “can't catch me!”. The Princess scooted after her, leaving the other two to get down and dirty and rubbing mud wherever they could on each others bodies.

Wanting to be caught the Niece put enough distance between her and the Charlie/Crystal pair and waited for the Princess to catch up. If Charlie and Crystal were happy to rub mud wherever they could, the Niece wanted more and the Princess was quite happy to oblige.

In so far as it's possible in mud the two had a short but really good little tussle – quite rough (in a friendly sort of way) but which gave both a chance to give each others boobs a bit of a going over. Clearly this was exactly what the Niece had been hoping for and she gave back as good as she got before they began trying to rub their mud-coated pussies on the others face, not minding what they grabbed hold of to pull the other off.

Out of breath they agreed to involve the others and slid back across the pool there to indulge in grabbing any pussy within reach. A fine four-way grab-what-you-can ensued which everyone thoroughly enjoyed.

The capricious weather had the final word when a sudden heavy shower deluged them in quite cold water and grabbing their clothes (and covering them in mud) they rushed back to the shelter of the house.

Crystal led them to the shower that adjoined the pool room. This avoided traipsing mud into the main part of the house. It was a tight fit but all four managed to squeeze into the shower cubicle and they were soon washing now cold mud off each other and warming up.

As ever it was the Niece who directed affairs. There was a pile of clean cleaning clothes nearby and these were pressed into action to blindfold all four, then the shower door was pulled shut again. As soon as everyone was warm the water was turned off and the Niece had them change positions several times, meaning that their bodies were obliged to rub together as they changed places.

“Competition time” she announced. “Four lovely bodies to be turned on. Who can enjoy it most?”

Eight hands set to work seeking out boobs, pussies or any body part that was not under someone else's hand there to rub, squeeze, pull, poke to try to excite whoever's body it was. The fact that they could only guess whose pussy their fingers were in, whose nipple they were teasing, whose fingers they were sucking only heightened the pleasure.

The touching in the mud had excited each one and even if the rain had dampened that excitement, it soon came back. Being blindfolded allowed each to imagine what they wanted. If it was sometimes possible to guess by the shape whose breast it was, or by the amount of pubic hair whose pussy it was, there was no way that anyone knew whose fingers were inside their pussies, whose hand was grasping their breast. Imaginary women were fondling them, they were outside reality and pleasurable sensations were in an abundance.

A great deal of pleasure was enjoyed by each of the four without knowing who exactly was providing it. When they stopped everyone was thoroughly satisfied. Everyone that is, except the Niece who seemed to have an enormous sensory appetite. Charlie and Crystal declared that they couldn't manage any more and so the Princess, as the exemplary hostess, sacrificed herself for a bout of lesbian pleasure with the Niece and the assortment of aids that they managed, between them, to assemble.