King Frederick I
Copyright© 2019 by jamesbreitbart
Chapter 6
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 6 - In an alternate history of Britain, the son of Princess Charlotte of Wales becomes King upon the death of George IV in 1830. Partially orphaned by the death of his mother and intentionally separated from his foreign father, King Frederick I is primarily influenced by the unconventional ideas of his nurse. Unlike the conservative backlash experienced in our timeline, Britain is about to enter a new age of sexual liberation.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Heterosexual Fiction Historical Steampunk Alternate History Sharing Group Sex Harem Exhibitionism First Petting Pregnancy Nudism Politics Royalty
Lady Elizabeth Russell
It was a great honor to be selected as a lady-in-waiting to the new queen. Of course, everyone knew that the king wished to use the ladies-in-waiting to supplement his wife’s affections, but I would much rather be mistress to a King than married to the poltroonish squire father had in mind for me.
The wedding itself was the most lavish affair anyone could remember, and concluded with a feast and a display of fireworks. The most spectacular fireworks, however, came after the guests had departed and the royal couple had retired to the bedchamber with the Queen’s ladies-in-waiting. We helped her out of the wedding gown and her underclothes (limited to a chemise and a pair of bloomers) and laid her down naked on the bed. I had seen to it that she was clean and that the hair on her body had been removed that morning.
His Majesty removed his own clothing and stood before her, naked and rampant.
“Are you ready, my dear?”
The Queen spread her legs. “Oh, yes, Freddie.”
His Majesty got into the bed and slowly inserted himself until she cried out with the pain of losing her maidenhead.
“Does it hurt,” Frederick asked tenderly.
“A little, but oh, Freddie, it feels so good. OH! Please, keep going!”
Diana gave evident signs of her pleasure as her new husband made her a woman. He gradually increased his pace until he stiffened and groaned. I knew that he must have reached climax inside of her. Afterwards he lay still for a moment, evidently tired from his exertions.
“Oh, Freddie, please keep going!”
“I shan’t be able to for a little while, but I’m going to show you something Miss Twygg taught me.”
He reached down and began to massage her female parts with his hand. She closed her eyes and her breathing grew rapider and shallower until she reached a paroxysm of her own.
His majesty signaled for us to pull the covers over them and then draw the curtains. I returned to my own room and immediately began to massage myself in the same way I had seen the King massage his Queen. The sensation was indescribably, and I soon reached my own paroxysm. As I drifted off to sleep, I determined that I would give myself to the King as soon as I got the chance.