Where it happened: A mansion chateau in Europe
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
My first time was like a fairy tale, but is very true. I went with a small group to a mansion chateau month (actually six weeks, but the first week was more dedicated to getting into character and such) courtesy of my best friend’s aunt owning the place and giving us a discount. She occassionally has these months. It’s not cheep since they are totally themed and period dress is required, as are period manners. Since it’s far n the country, this works well, the closest to being transported back in time as possible. Several groups were going, so there were quite a few people we wouldn’t know. This month, and my first time, have inspired me to write a novel. So don’t be suprised to see one! If you’re a guy, you may want to skip this. If you’re a women with a mind for a fantasy that actually happened, read on. I will be detailed in the sex part.
I will seperate the stuff leading up to it with a row of XXXXXXXXX in case you want to skip right to it. It was really hot!
When we arrived, we were shown to our “bedchambers” (what they used to call bedrooms) to get dressed. Part of the cost of what we had to pay included a “lady’s mad,” who is a personal assistant. From here on I think you will get the gist of the language without me pointing it out. Mine was named Julie. Julie helped me into my corset, laced so tight I could hardly breathe, leaving me wondering how they used to do this every day for years. Our one modern luxury was a flush toilet for sanitation reasons.
I met with my friends in the dining room, where her aunt explained to all of us (a good 150 of us) that we would draw from a hat to find out identities for the month. This was news to us! She was Countess of Havenwood. We were to use these names during the month. Not so difficult since there were so many we didn’t know. I drew a character named Ariela Gunnington, soon-to-be Duchess of Ravenwood. My character was engaged to Christian Beckett, Duke of Ravenwood. Now I was starting to know what I had gotten myself into!
Sheets were passed out with the rules of this game we weren’t even expecting. I had basically won a lottery so to say since the month was centered on my character’s wedding.
Not long after I finally met the man “I” was to marry. Screw the quote marks from here on since this was all done in character anyway. My friend, LeAnn, from here on the Lady Carola Windsor, and I were shocked. Here in front of us was the hottest man we’d ever seen!! His breeches (I think that’s what the pants were called, we never went so much into that stuff) just hugged these super tight thighs. Due to the type of dress, this also showed his package and butt really nicely. I was going to have fun with this man! I also met the people who were posing as my family.
During the following two weeks the attraction was irresistable. We were given complimets in private on the acting of the chemistry between us. But it wasn’t acting. I found him to be genuinely charming, kind, respectful, all the things of a man from a couple hundred years ago we women want today. We broke a rule talking out of time and character, and by simply being alone. A lady always had a chaperon back then. But oh well! They also snuck off at times. His kisses were like fire. They consumed me. But we never did anything more. What if someone found us? This month was really getting to us!
All the while the fake wedding planning was going on. I was fitted for a gown and at times got creeped at how real it all felt. (Later I found out that the regular people going to this thing were spending $6000 per person to make it so real while I only paid $1500, airfare not included.) It was literally like a dream.
About a week before the fake wedding, Christian (he’d drawn a character with his same real first name) proposed to me. Not fake, but real. In period dress. It was amazing. I broke another rule and called my mom from the emergency phone and told her. She congratulated me. I wished I could have a real period wedding and she said, “Why not?” So I talked to Esther (Countess Havenwood) and she helped us get a marriage license. His real family was part of the month, so they were there alreasy, just as different people. My family couldn’t make it.
Adding to the element of it feeling real I was a virgin, yes, at 23. And like the typical male of the time, he was experienced. This whole thing was getting so weird that I wondered if the real-ness of it all was influencing my thinking. I thought about not marrying him, but decided to. The animal magnetism was so hard to keep in place, and I had a vow with myself to only have sex when I got married. And now I was really getting married, and not just themonth thing either. We decided to only tell his parents and my best friend. And Esther. Of course she already knew.
So the morning of the wedding came. I was not allowed to see Christian for four days. That was hard. The night before I got so worked up sexually. Oh it was so frustrating telling myself no, I will not use my vibrator (another no-no since women weren’t even supposed to know about orgasms until they were married). Anyway, that morning my maid woke me up with breakfast in bed. Leave it to LeAnn/Carola to come bounding in all excited and spill my chamomile tea. I swore I was living in an alternate universe! My fiance’s mom walked in much calmer (she’d done this moth before) and they, with Julie, helped me get ready. I wore modified undergarments, light lace instead of the crappy muslin they used. It actually looked sexy. I was excited because I was going to finally have sex that night! (We talked about children among the many things we talked about) On with my wedding cress, a beautiful concoction of soft ivory. I wore flowers in my hair, no veil, and carried lilies. Since this was part of the month, it was all paid for. But Christian’s mom got our wedding rings. I was going to wear a gorgous heirloom ring and he had a Cartier man’s ring. He told me his family was rich, but I had no idea.
The wedding went off without a hitch, as did the ball afterward. During the dinner Esther/Countess told everyone the secret. The wedding was real, had only been decided on earlier in the month. It was unreal! Pandemonium. Everyone rushing to express larger congratualtions versus the calm, fake ones.
Soon I was escorted to the “marrital bed” where we were supposed to consumate the marriage. That’s what they did in old times, so we were too. The woman playing my mother took me. She was really kind and I was really glad that characters were blocked off by age, so that a 20-year-old wouldn’t be playing my mom! It would be weird since I was 23. Or for Christian to get someone playing his mom who was 18 when he was 29!!
My maid helped me out of my wedding dress and left. I I was sitting alone on a canopied, early 19th-century style bed, the heavy drapes closed, candles lighting the room. Lots and lots of candles. Lots. I was wearing no panties. They weren’t even invented back then. So I thought, what the hell. I began to play with my clitoris. Just a little to get myself wet. Then I got really nervous. I had only ever kissed guys. No sex. I’ve never even seen a penis in person. I didn’t insert my vibrator, and used tampons. What if it hurt when he went into me? Buying the vibrator a few months before was the most shocking thing I’ve ever done. I don’t even wear thongs, and don’t feel comfortable walking named in my own apartment. I saw the world through rose-colored glasses. My dad ensured that. I didn’t even work. I’m 23, sitting propped against the headboard, in a gorgous contry, just got married to someone I’ve known a month. What the hell? But we had something going. And a definite feeling of love. In so short a period of time I learnied more about him that I knew about my best friend, who I’ve known since we were in diapers.
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A knock at the door. I sat up straighter and sucked in my breath, knowing I looked sexy as fuck. He opened the door and slowly walked in, closing it behind him. He told me I looked beautiful. Close enough to Hot. He walked over to the bed and sat beside me, asking if I was ready. I nodded. Then he kissed me. No turning back.
I wrapped my arms behind his head to pull him closer. He ran his hands up and down my corset. He cussed, saying he’s not sure how to get through one of those things. I told him to just loosed the laces in back, but he decided not to right at that moment. He said it felt more erotic not to. He kissed his way down my neck, to the space between my breats, as far as he could. I was burning.
I pulled him up and started to unbutton his shirt. Damnit, I wanted his skin, to smell him and taste him. He finished quicker than I could have. He kicked off his heavy boots, leaving on only his britches or whatever pants are. But I knew they wore nothing under them. I could see a huge bulge. He came back to me and kissed me again, his fingers playing between my thighs. He lingered just a bit, then touched me gently. I remember him asking what’s the biggest thign I ever had in me. I told him nothing, not even my own fingers. He slowly inserted on finger, but couldn’t go far. My hymen was still in tact. He shocked me by next kissing me down there. I didn’t know men did that! Oh, my body arched, my hands pulling him closer into me. I never felt this intense when by myself, but he was doing things to me. Strange things, good things. He undid the drawstring of my petticoat and the cover to my corset and slipped them off of me, leaving me a bit frustrated, wanting more of his mouth. I was wearing only my corset and garters now, my nipples working their way north of the top of my corset. He took the chance and started sucking on them. It was like a bolt of electricity shock to my clit. I just couldn’t help all the screaming. Then he backed up and pulled off his pants. I had no idea penises were so large. I stared fascinated. I told him I’d never seenone before. He came over so I could. I could hardly close my fingers aroung the girth. The length scared me. I kissed it though, and he shuttered at that. So I played a little and sucked a little. That really got him hard!! He couldn’t take much more and pushed me back. He positioned himself over me, felt me down there. He commented that I was really wet. Then he placed the head right outside the opening to my virginity and asked he is a low voice if I was ready. I told him I was. He told me he loves me so much, and that he’s sorry that it will hurt at first.
He slowly started to enter my body. I felt like I was being torn in two. Then he reached my intact hyment. I was scared, though wanting. He cussed again, kissed my lips lightly, reapeasted that he was sorry, to hold onto him if it hurt, asking if I wanted him to stop. I told him to go on, get it over with. He tried, but didn’t break through by going slow. So he pulled out and I told him, No! Please don’t stop. He said he wasn’t, but he had to go hard. I whimpered okay, go. Then he drove in hard, breaking it. I had never felt such pain, but it because a wonderful sensation. He just held me a minute until I relaxed. Then he started moving in and out of me, longer and longer strokes, trying to fit his whole length in me (we later measured 11.5). Slowly more and more fit into me, while I began to feel tighter and tighter. It felt so good, and the feeling kept intensifying. I started screaming his name, really getting into it, telling him I needed him. He drove faster and faster, harder, deeper. Finally when the pleasure felt it couldn’t get any better, I was blown away. It consumed me, and I knew what it was. My first orgasm. But he kept going until it happened again and again until finally he blew. He came so hard I felt it. But knowing what I know know it was probably him hitting my cervix. Either way it felt wonderful. He colapsed on top of me.
A while passed until he decided to open the drapes. Then he came over and unlaced my corset. Finally I was free of that thing. He pulled off my garters-with his teeth. That as erotic. He laid me on my stomach and asked if I could go again. Of course I could! He laid chest to my back and entered my swollen vagina again. It was more leisurely this time. He came, but I didn’t. Without pulling out of me, he turned me onto my back. This required some acrobatics, but I didn’t want him out. After a moment, I felt him hardening again. He put my legs onto his shouldlers and went in. Oh god, it felt better than before. He said he hit my g-spot. I came almost immediately. I was so sensitive. He pumped away, bringing me to even newer heights. He came again himself. But we didn’t stop. I felt his cum being pushed out of me from so much ejaculate. We kept like this for hours, with only a few breaks.
By morning I felt like a train had hit me, but so satisfied as well. We knew we had to go to breakfast, and the stares from nearly 150 people congratulating us again had me blushing a storm! Sadly the month was almost over.
We still have sex like rabbits, hoping for our own baby soon. I’m so glad now that he’s a trust fund son of a bllionaire. We get to take luxurious vacations, and did the month again. I never considered money in a man I wanted to marry, but girls, go bag yourself a rich one!
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