1. Emma's first time


    Date: 9/7/2015, Categories: Fiction, Romance, Teen Female/Boy, Virginity, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com

    get off home then.” I came back later. Round the fields. Over the back wall. The party was in full swing. You could hear the band five miles away. Booze flowed. Emma looked a million dollars. I was chatting to Katherine and Patricia who were Emma’s friends from uni. Nice enough girls but difficult to separate and threesomes really are not my thing. The sound system boomed. “Well good evening ladies and gentlemen boys and girls,” Lord H’s slightly drunken voice boomed out. “I can hardly believe that eighteen years ago today my beautiful daughter Emma was born, When I first saw he I knew.” he said, “My darling wife Kate, second wife that is, come up here Kate!” His very glamorous second wife Kate climbed on stage to raucous cheers, an older version of Emma, more older sister than mum, “Big hand for Kate everybody,” he shouted. “When I first saw Emma in Kate’s arms I knew, I knew ladies and gentlemen, I knew she wasn’t mine!” There was a stunned silence. “Daddy!” Emma cried. I quietly stood up and made my way towards the stage. “Don’t you daddy me,” Lord H snapped, “You’re not my daughter. You are just a Cuckoo in the nest. You are nothing to me. Nothing do you hear!” “No!” Emma protested. “She cost me a small fortune, Ladies and Gentlemen. Ponies. private school, clothes, foreign holidays,” he continued, “But enough is enough, one final present and then if you want to stay here you can earn your keep.” “Oh yes,” he continued his voice booming over the PA system, “Your diary is ...
    very illuminating. 11th of May. It says. ‘I want to be fucked in all my holes by five fit black guys.’ That’s what you wrote. So my darling here is your birthday present, five fit black guys!” He indicated five very shocked and embarrassed ebony skinned dancers. I walked up to the stage and hit him. Smack on the point of the jaw. There was a snapping sound as his jaw broke. It was one of the most satisfying feelings I have ever experienced. It hurt like hell and I thought I had broken several fingers but it was worth it. “Geoffrey!” Emma exclaimed. I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder cave man style. I carried her across the Marquee, “Start playing,” I told the band leader. “For he’s a jolly good fellow!” I ranted and I stormed out of the marquee. The Band struck up with “Perfect Day.” “Geoffrey put me down!” Emma screeched. “No way, I’m not letting you near that drunken fool till he sobers up,” I insisted. “But five black guys Geoffrey, for my first time please!” she pleaded. “You’re a virgin?” I gasped. “Afraid so,” she admitted, “But just imagine five big black cocks!” “Sounds horrific!” I admitted. “Put me down!” she protested again. I put her down carefully on the grass, but not before we were a hundred yards or more from the marquee on a wide grassy path leading towards the church. “I suppose you’re an expert on doing it?” she teased, “How many big black cocks have you had.” “None!” I protested. “And hundreds of girls?” she continued. “Not exactly,” I admitted. ...
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