The Princess Chronicles 15 : Sofa so good

by Aristocatch

The Princess was sitting on an old sofa in what she called the garden room, an informal room with old comfortable furniture that looked out over a corner of the garden. Sitting next to her was a blond lady, the wife of a cousin of the Princess' husband. They had recently been walking around the garden, and were now sitting quietly in the garden room.

The blond had fiery eyes and, although she was dressed in fine clothes, her general demeanour suggested that this had probably come with marriage, rather than having been known since birth. Although she was quite attractive, if you looked carefully you could discern a harder, more streetwise air. Her husband was out for the day with the Princess' and so she had been invited to spend the day with the Princess, whose children were at school.

Thus far all the talk had been quite formal and general in tone but now the Blond suddenly said,

“ I know you used to enjoy some rough pastimes. Do you still manage some of them?”

If the Princess was taken aback, she didn't show it. “Not for a while” she admitted.

“But you might if you could?”

“I might. Though I am not as young as I was.”

“You're not old either. What would you say to trying to find out?”

“Now?”

“Now, and here. On this very sofa.”

“Tell me more.”

“We'll fight on the sofa. If either loses contact with the sofa, we stop and get back on. No fighting off the sofa. Not many rules, but within reason. We both have husbands.”

“You have done this before, have you?”

“Not what I am suggesting, but let's say I have scrapped a bit – in a previous life! We don't have to have a win/lose thing. Just work each other over a bit; remember times past and all that.”

The sparkle in the Princess' eye told of her interest far more clearly than any words could. In a trice both were sitting back on the sofa wearing only knickers and bras.

“If it's too much, just say and we'll stop” kindly offered the Blond.

“More like when you can't take the pain any more” was the reply.

Sitting at either end of the sofa they both began by kicking each other's legs. This didn't really satisfy either and little by little they their bodies approached until the Princess found herself with a breast in hand. It had been a long time since she had last held a breast between her fingers, either to hurt it or to pleasure it. The feeling was most agreeable but, for a moment, she just sat there feeling breast flesh against her hand. The Blond was living more in the present and a pull on the Princess' nipple through the bra woke her up and her fingers squeezed together with boob being deformed in the process. Soon all four hands were on boobs while an exploratory session developed as they warmed to the sensation of holding these delicate parts in their grips, as they watched the other. Holding delved into squeezing and pulling and into pain producing. Neither flinched which gave them both hope for a decent fight to come.

“How rough do you want this?” the Blond asked with the Princess' boobs being reshaped through her fingers.

“As rough as you like” was the answer reshaping Blond' boobs to change the discomfort.

“That's pretty rough! Better get these bras off and do it properly then.”

Boobs were released, as were bra clasps and the boobs were free to the gaze (and ready to be wrestled with).

For a moment the two sat there at opposite ends of the sofa and looked at each other. With no particular animosity they had just agreed to go all out to try to hurt each other with no greater objective than a bit of competitive fun. Each to his (her) own as they say.

The Blond lurched forward, on her knees, hands slapping away at the body. The Princess went into defensive mode as she sought to block as many slaps as possible, with partial success. Waiting for the right moment the Princess went on the attack, forcing the Blond backwards with better placed slaps. The Blond defended herself and was unable to stop the Princess changing tactics and grabbing the Blond's hair, pulling her head up and then back. The Princess moved her knee in between the Blond's legs and pushed, bringing her body close in to the Blond's who initially tried to pull the hands off her hair.

By the time the Blond changed tactics, the Princess' body was too close to hers to leave it open to be targeted and so the Blond rained slaps down onto the Princess' back which the Princess royally ignored.

Moving backwards at the same time as she pulled the Blond's head forward, the Princess forced the Blond's head downwards. This time the Blond reacted in a different way using the fact that her arms were between their bodies to grab a handful of the Princess' pudenda through her knickers.

The Princess released her hair hold and dropping her arms under the Blond's, lifted the Blond's arms upwards. One hand tried to catch the Princess' boob as it passed, but without success. Thrusting herself forward the Princess raised the Blond's arms higher in the air and dove her knee back between the Blond's legs with a little more force than the first time.

The Blond ignored the knee and pushing hard against the arm of the sofa with her feet she literally projected the Princess backwards across the sofa. The hold that the Princess had kindly pulled her on top of the Princess who, somehow, managed to wriggle a hand between the bodies. The Blond had her arms around the Princess' head forcing it into the angle between the sofa back and its arm. This could have been quite uncomfortable for the Princess except for her hand which quickly located breast and nipple and set to work to make the Blond's position less comfortable.

The Princess was being squashed, which was disagreeable, but no more, The Blond, on the other hand, was suffering as the Princess went to work expertly on her tit and especially her nipple. It didn't take her long to realise that her top position was actually working more in favour of the Princess than her. Attempting to change her position she gave the Princess what she was waiting for, the chance to ditch the Blond on the floor.

Remembering that fighting on the floor was not allowed the Princess resisted the temptation to go after her and contented herself with sitting up and waiting for the Blond to come back, which she soon did. Rather than reseat herself on the part of the sofa which was free and attack from there the Blond tried to come directly on top of the Princess. She succeeded to a degree, but with her back to the Princess who had cleverly succeeded in turning her. This, of course, gave the Princess the chance to savage both breasts, which she certainly didn't waste.

Right now the Blond had suffered considerably more than the Princess, which had not been in her plans. It caused her quite a bit of pain to extricate the Princess' hands from her breasts and turn enough to be able to attack back. When she did manage to get hand on Princess' boob she made sure the Princess felt it, until a pain in her pussy made her seek to defend the Princess' new attack, thus stopping the pain to the Princess' boob – at least temporarily.

Getting the Princess' hand away from between her legs allowed her to twist further more or less facing the Princess. A flurry of activity followed as they each grabbed boobs or pudenda whilst pulling away hands that were too effective, Holds were short lived and so it was necessary that they be as hard as possible, not to be wasted. This was thoroughly frantic with neither getting the upper hand but having the satisfaction of hurting the other enough to oblige them to stop their hurting to pull the offending hand away from its target.

They could have carried on like this for a while, but both were keen to dominate and hurt the other rather more than they were being hurt. The Princess was well ahead in terms of hurting and so the Blond was determined to have a spell where she was the top dog. To do that she had to change positions and so she briefly sacrificed her boobs to get hold of the Princess' head and force her down on her back on the sofa. This time the Blond didn't try to cover the Princess' face with her body.

Slapping the Princess' legs the slaps slowly climbed up the body, leaving the Princess occupied and the Blond able to straddle the Princess' legs thus immobilising her. From slapping her midriff the Blond bounced two lovely slaps unanswered off the Princess' boobs before her hands grabbed those orbs and her fingers went to work.

The Princess had her hands free, and so set to work to prise the Blond's hands away. Continuing to attack boob with her left hand (keeping the Princess busy), the Blond's right hand got a good grip between the Princess' legs and she set about making sure the Princess felt it. She briefly wondered whether she had been right to insist they keep their knickers, as to some degree it reduced her scope, but she hadn't wanted the fight to develop in any other way which she had feared might have happened had they been naked, especially if what she had heard about the Princess was true. Still the look on the Princess' face told her that what she was currently doing was not ineffective!

The Princess was being hurt, without being able to hurt back, which was something she didn't appreciate. She would have to up the ante to change that which she did, arching her back and taking two handfuls of the Blond's hair, savagely tugging and, catching the Blond unable to counteract, she pulled her over against the back of the sofa in line with the Princess, but with the Princess on the outside, meaning that the Blond had nowhere to go.

Once the Blond was where she wanted, the Princess took the fight back to boobs as they were on hand. Unfortunately the Blond had managed to twist to face the Princess and not the back of the sofa, so that she was able to attack back. Hands twisting each others boobs they started trying to knee each other between the legs, without any real success.

The Blond was not being held by other than her boobs and so, reluctantly as she was enjoying twisting the Princess' tits, she managed to turn over so that her back was at the far end of the sofa and the two were feet to feet. Clearly the idea was to kick each other in the groin but all this really produced was a series of bruises that would appear the next day on their shins and thighs.

There was no particular reason why they were fighting, and nothing was at stake, not even pride as there was no win or loss. Kicking and being kicked therefore held little interest. A far more intimate battle was more in keeping with both their ambitions. So the kicking soon stopped and they got to their knees, hands soon locked and their bodies came into close contact, breast against breast. Hands unlocked and arms went round the back to hug them closer together, grinding their boobs together, and squashing them as the arms tightened.

Releasing her arms the Blond put a hand on the Princess' face and pushed it back, forcing the Princess to unlock her own arms. The Princess was going backwards and the Blond was clearly aiming to finish on top. Gravity made it impossible for the Princess to do anything about it and soon she was on her back with the Blond on top of her, pinning her arms and looking to move up her body to pin and immobilise her. Fearing the consequences the Princess made a great effort and partially turned her body using gravity to her advantage as, finding no sofa to press on, the Blond finished up on the floor again.

The Princess sat awaiting her and history repeated itself. The Blond chose to come back directly at the Princess who succeeded in three-quarter turning her, and more to her pleasure getting both boobs in hand. The Blond didn't try to remove the hands, but sought to fight back. Her left hand managed to reach a boob, while the right snaked down between the Princess' legs. This was the kind of fight they clearly both liked. The Blond's pussy was unprotected so the Princess wasted no time releasing a boob in favour of twisting pussy.

Hands changed targets and bodies moved a bit this way and that but, for some moments, the two squeezed one or other of the boobs and/or pussy, finishing up more or less facing each other. The holds were competitive and both could feel some pain but without it being overly violent or cruel.

They both slipped off the sofa onto the floor, but locked together pinching and squeezing they hardly noticed it and continued fighting.

Locking her legs around the Princess, the Blond also took a handful of hair. The Princess retaliated with the hair, having briefly tried in vain to escape the legs. With their remaining hands they fought a duel to grab a breast or pull the hand away. Both managed short but good nips and nipple tugs.

Releasing hair the Princess used her newly freed hand to work between the bodies and finally get hold of the Blond's pussy. Initially the Blond ignored this and tried to squeeze her legs tighter but, realising that this wasn't getting her very far, she used her hand that was not pulling her to try to remove the Princess' grip on her pussy. This, of course, freed up the Princess' other hand which immediately latched on to a nipple and dug its fingers in. A sharp intake of breath from the Blond showed that this was hurting and so she released the Princess' hair to relieve the pain. The Princess, given more freedom of movement dove her knee into the Blond's pussy which allowed her to break free of the leg scissors.

Lying side by side on the floor both went sniping away against each others boobs. From time to time all four boobs were being mauled but, most of the time, only one was as the other hands fought for control. Both were breathing heavily and getting tired. The Princess was relieved when the Blond suggested that they have just two minutes more and then stop.

Getting to their knees they both decided that, if there were only two minutes left, attack was the only policy and so for two minutes they mauled both pussies and tits. Well into this time the Princess shoved her hand down inside the Blond's knickers there to grip her pussy directly. The Blond, of course, did likewise and so they mutually mauled the labia enjoying the feel of flesh in their fingers and not knickers-sheafed flesh, which just wasn't the same. The pain, too, wasn't quite the same and both were relieved when the time to stop came and they were given a chance to get their breaths back and check the damage, which was only superficial, though four tits would be less lovely to look at for several hours more.