Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Teenagers, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Incest, Father, Daughter, Grand Parent, First, Pregnancy, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - 18 yo virgin teen learns family secret on mothers deathbed. Her father is alive? He's making movies in Florida? With her grandpa? Triple X movies? Will the lovely young girl join daddy on camera? Spill her virgin blood for the viewing public? Read on...



11:52 p.m., Boston, Mass, January 11, 2006

She clicked the cursor gently, immediately directing her computer to the site she'd been checking every night for the last week, the site that was impossible to resist — wwwScouriesFamilyEnterprisesInc. She stared for minutes at the picture that dominated the page, his smiling, welcoming face only drawing her in farther.

She clicked relentlessly through the tabs: Restaurants, Bars, Photography, Film, Video, Merchandise, Coming Events, News, and then finally Erotica.

It was boxed halfway down the page, a simple announcement that produced an ever widening smile as she read.

Bianca slowly stood when she was finished reading, letting the top of her pj's fall from her shoulders even as she rose. She pushed the bottoms quickly down her thighs as she moved towards the large, wall mounted mirror, stared for seconds at the smooth, milky white skin reflected in the dim light.

She cupped her full, firm teenage breasts in her soft hands, squeezed and caressed each of them before grabbing her fat nipples in her fingers and pulling them almost painfully. Stretching her moist tongue she licked each of the dark pink nubs until they were aching with her need.

She thought of the two men who'd soon possess her as her hand lightly moved down and over her curly, thick red pubic patch. Thought of her virgin blood coating the smiling mans thick cock when he'd finally pushed through her stretched, then broken hymen.

Then, as her finger first uncovered, and then urgently manipulated her throbbing clit, she felt the first tremor of her orgasm spiral upwards from her womb. Oh god, give me your baby, the eighteen year old groaned to herself as she felt her sticky juices oozing down her legs.

Miami/New York the same night

"Daddy," I yelled down the line when he finally picked up.

"You don't have to shout, I'm not deaf yet," Dad groused.

"Musta been a great cruise Daddy... you sound like you're back to you're normal friendly self," I laughed. My father, Roderick Scouries, was just back from a ten day New Years Panama Canal cruise and sounding as crusty and testy as ever. I'll wake him up, I thought, laughing to myself.

"What do you want at this hour anyway?"

"Feb 5th we begin shooting," I announced.

"Huh? Shooting what?" he asked but I'd heard the momentary excitement in his voice echo down the line.

"Part 2... the sequel."

"Part 2," he stalled. Pretending he didn't understand.

"You're going to have to get into the gym, lose that gut... maybe dye your hair..." I said, knowing how to rouse the old warhorse.

"I'm as good as ever," he boasted... "Are you talking about that film we made last year," he finally asked.

"Yup." As if he didn't know.

"I never got a cent from the first one," he complained.

"Bullshit. Change the vowel and you were buried in them," I joked back.

"You're serious? You're going to make another one?"

"Put up the casting call on the site today. The little sweeties will be flooding me with CV's starting tomorrow."

"You've written the script?... is there a part for me?"

"You're the star Daddy," I promised. "And I want you down here for the screen tests by the end of the month."

"I'm not sure I can get away," he hesitated.

"I've already booked your flight. Check your e-mail."

"But Jimmy."

"Gotta go Dad. Luv ya. Talk to you soon," I finished. Then laughed to myself thinking how tough it'd been last year... remembering my brothers surprise... my father's resistance...

A Year Earlier, January 2005, Fort Lauderdale

"You're making a movie?" my brother Bobby had asked me across his wide mahogany desk. "Are ya nuts? You don't know fuck all about making a movie."

"And didn't I study film at NYU?"

"Ya, like twenty years ago."

"Bobby, I'm only thirty-five fuckin years old."

We argued back and forth for a few minutes, more the old brother bullshit game, who's smarter, who can run faster, who's got the bigger dick, the old game we'd always played with each other.

Bobby, at thirty, five years younger than I, had just opened his own law office in Broward County, a rookie setting out after graduating from Columbia Law and then spending five years at a firm of entertainment lawyers in Miami.

I was financing his startup. And now I announced I was going to make him Vice President, Legal, and Assistant Executive Producer for my first film.

"A PORN FLIC?" he screeched when I'd told him the subject of the film.

We argued some more before I broke in and asked "How's pop anyway?"

"Good... okay... he missed you at Christmas."

"He's getting along all right?" I probed further. Mom had died eighteen months earlier and both Bobby and I were concerned about him, Pops, single and retired for the first time in forty years.

"I don't know," Bobby finally admitted. "He still misses mom, and he's still pissed off those bastards at the railroad early retired him."

"Is he getting any?"

"Shit Jimmy, moms just,"

"She died a year and a half ago," I interrupted.

"He's pretty old."

"What? He doesn't get hard-ons anymore?"

"Fuck, I don't know. Do guys in their sixties still do it?"

"Christ Bobby, wake up. I'm going to get him down here, get him laid. I've got some ideas."

"Oh shit," he said resignedly.

"The little topless girls on South Beach, naked Haulover pussy," I started.

"Christ, you're not going to take him to the nude beach? He'll have a fuckin fit."

"You know Bobby; maybe I could put him in the movie?" I mused, "Yes, that's a great idea little brother. Rugged senior citizen runs amok in Miami, plows through oodles of hot, young Latinas. Something like that anyway. I mean Bobby, who watches these flics? I think a lot of these old guys might like seeing one of their own get lucky."

"Jimmy, you are so out to lunch. Christ you're thinking of putting your own dad in a porn film. He'll kick your ass all the way to Key West."

"I'm going to be in it too."

"You're what? What have you been smoking?"

"I'll bet you I can get him in it," I said smugly.

"In your dreams Jimmy. A thousand bucks says you can't... shit I'll even give you two to one."

"Five grand," I quickly countered. "But if I win you've got to be in the film too."

I was shaking his hand sealing our deal before he knew what hit him.

"Maybe that bimbo yoga broad you're dating might like to be in it too," I said grinning as I stood up to go.

"Melissa's my fiancée you asshole," he yelled at my departing back.


Two weeks later after Bobby's and my talk, Daddy flew into Miami International on a warm Monday morning. When I'd broached the idea of his spending ten weeks in South Florida with his son he'd been a surprisingly easy sell, probably mainly due to the nor'easter that had deposited twenty-one inches of the white stuff the night before I called.

Watching him walk toward me across the terminal I couldn't help but smile, the love I'd always felt for him almost bursting through my chest.

Everyone always said we looked the same, that I was a chip off the old block. But Daddy had a toughness, a hardness of body and mind that I knew I'd never match. Brought up around his fathers fishing boat on the coast of Maine, he still had the ropy, working man's musculature on his wiry, six foot one inch body that ten thousand hours in the gym couldn't replicate. Even at sixty-three he was a man you'd be a fool to cross.

I pulled him into my arms and hugged him when we finally met, gave him a kiss on his cheek in welcome that his stern Yankee upbringing always found hard to accept.

"Okay, okay," he mumbled in embarrassment as he pulled away from me. "We don't have to cause a scene," he further complained even though I could read his happiness at seeing me.


"I've given you the best room in the house," I told him as I led him into the corner bedroom from whose balconies you could see both the beach to the east and the distant Miami skyline to the west.

Located between Collins and Washington streets, the building, which I'd bought five years earlier with some of the proceeds of the windfall gains I'd made when my partner and I had sold our internet photo company to 'Google' six years earlier, housed both my living quarters and my various companies.

Six stories tall, the solid, rectangular cement building had an art deco motif that reflected the architectural grander of its neighbors. And the rents I'd been able to charge had skyrocketed as South Beach had continued to draw the rich and famous from around the globe.

The ground and second floor housed restaurants and boutiques, Armani Miami, Versace, Dior, Louis Vuitton and Ralph Lauren among others. I co-owned two of the bars and a bistro with a restaurateur pal from New York, trendy spots that were making money hand over fist. The third, fourth and fifth floors housed a local ad agency I'd opened after moving to Miami, my photo studio, and a film production company. I lived on the top floor.

It was my film production company; a company originally set up as an adjunct to the photo business and had then grown a division that produced commercials, that was going to make the porn flic.


"You still get horny Dad?" I asked him the next day as the two of us watched three nubile, topless teens splashing in the surf twenty feet in front of our beach chairs.

"What kinda question is that to ask your Dad?" he replied, a blush spreading across his rugged face.

"You and I, we've never have really talked about... you know... women, sex..."

"I think that's all you think of," he accused, "It's time you and Bobby settled down and started raising families. I'd like to see a grandchild some day," he groused.

"Bobby's got Melissa," I said with a broad smile on my lips, referring to the yoga expert from Boynton Beach.

"Christ," was all he managed to mutter, no more enamored of the lady than I.

"So, you're finished with sex then?"

"What, are you crazy? Of course I'm still interested... it's just"

"Have you done it? I mean since ma..."

"That's my business," he answered as his face closed up as tight as a drum.

"Yeah... I understand... it's just I thought maybe I could help you while you're down here... you know, set you up with some young sweeties."

"What? I look so broken down some kids got to get me laid?" he asked angrily.

"Of course not pop... forget it, forget it. When we get you over to the dance tomorrow night at the seniors home over on 9th Street I'm sure you'll be able to find..."

"Seniors fuckin home," he started to thunder.

"Shit pop, there has to be ten widows to every man over there, you'll have your pick."

"Fuck you Jimmy," he snorted, finally having realized I'd been kidding him.


"So, have you ever wanted to be in a movie?" I suddenly asked twenty minutes later as we exited dripping from the Gulf Stream warmed ocean.

"Yeah right, Rod Scouries, deep sea fisherman, ex-railroad brakeman and engineer, now matinee idol."

"I'm making a movie," then added, "no shit, I am pop," when I saw his look of disbelief.

"What, Mr. Dot-com millionaire's going to finance some Hollywood epic?" he sneered.

"The hell with you papa, I'll get someone else for the part. I was just feeling sorry for ya... I know you're really not young enough or good looking enough for the part," I said as I gave him a light punch on the arm.

"What? You're the goddam casting director too?"

"Yup."

"What kinda bullshit," he started before I cut him off.

"Producer, director, screen play author, casting director... star."

"You are so full of shit Jimmy."

"I'm serious."

"So? Tell me," he finally demanded.

"Screw you. Your not interested... c'mon, let's go get a beer," I offered as I bent to grab my towel and bag, and then started across the beach.

"But... hey, wait up," he finally yelled.


"A sex flick? Like porn?" Dad asked over his beer as we sat on the patio of the Clevelander on Ocean Drive. Seeing my nod he added, "My son's going to make and star in a fuckin skin flick? We slaved away to send you to NYU so you could..."

"Shut up pa."

"What's this flick about anyway? You've really written it?"

"It's up here pa," I said, tapping the side of my head with my finger.

"You're casting the film tomorrow and you don't have a script? I think you got this all ass backwards sonny boy," he said shaking his head.

"Ya seen a skin flic lately Dad?" I was surprised to see him blush and quickly added, "You old fart, you have been watching them."

"Like hell... it's just that old Wally had a whole shelf of them... sent me home with some when I was over a couple of months ago."

"So you've never looked at them?" I laughed.

"Well."

"So how hard do you think they are to write?" I asked with a confident smile.


Over dinner I fleshed out my ideas on my coming epic. "Listen pop, its going to go something like this," I started to explain. "Its about two young, handsome professional guys... living the good life on Miami Beach... sports cars, fancy condos, parties, pretty ladies everywhere..."

"Like you and Bobby... never settling down," he complained.

"So their old man comes down to visit, a rough old coot... you know, like you, starting to fall apart a bit," I said with a grin.

"Screw you."

"Anyway he wants to see them settled down a bit... get married... start families."

"So where's the sex Mr. Genius producer?"

"Well it builds up slowly daddy. We show both the boys with a couple of their dates... around the pool, in the Jacuzzi, in bed... hot scenes... and we've got the sexiest city in the world as background... the Asians will love it."

"The who?"

"We're aiming this product at the Far East pop... there's a huge market for this stuff over there... the Chinese, the Japanese, they love anything American... love seeing the beach, the sun, bikinis, naked white girls," I leered. "We'll sell em over the internet."

"You're nuts."

"You'll see," I promised. "Anyway, when the old guy gets to Miami, he starts moralizing to the boys. You know like you do. But what do you think happens when he keeps falling over naked twenty year old sweeties? What do you think happens when he comes upon his son's girlfriends tanning naked by the pool while the boys are at work? When a blond with the finest rack you've ever seen jumps into the shower with him?"

"What bullshit," he complains but I can see an awakening of excitement behind his eyes.

"That was the role I'd envisioned for you pop. Sorting out the girls for his sons. Test driving them so to speak, making sure the women who were going to bear his grandchildren were... well, you get my drift."

"God, you always were full of ideas Jimmy," he said shaking his head.

"You like it, don't you?" I laughed. "Now I didn't mean that you would have been expected to do all the work, I would have had a stand-in double for the sex scenes... they're pretty demanding,"

"What? Fucking a broad is demanding? For who?"

I didn't keep him up late that first night, in fact was hoping he'd spend the night dreaming of some of my made up scenarios, maybe rustle up a hard-on or two.


Dad for all his bluster wasn't going to refuse my invitation the next morning though. "We got over three hundred answers to our ad," I explained over breakfast. "We brought in about eighty of them last week, the ones who's CV's and pictures looked okay. Josie and Peter interviewed them last week, checked them out, we're going to see and screen test the ones they liked, sixteen of them today, the rest tomorrow."

"So what, you talk to them, get them on film? Do they have to get... I mean, do they..."

"Get naked? Bloody right pop, we got to see what they got. I'm going to want your input."

"Me?"

"Yeah... of course... you're our target audience. I want you to talk to them, give me your impression... tell me if you like their bodies... I need you dad. I'm putting a few bucks in this venture you know and unless you're too busy to help your son..."

"Well, if you put it like that... I guess I could help," he conceded as he tried to keep the interest out of his voice. As if any hot blooded male would refuse the chance to spend two days hanging out with thirty beautiful naked girls.

It's amazing what a young American girl will do to get in the movies these days! Shit, we didn't beat around the bush or give em any sugar coated tales of money and fame. I stood in front of the eight that were there in the morning (and again to the eight that arrived in the afternoon), and these were beautiful girls, told them right out, "This is a sex flic girls. You're going to have to get naked, have sex in front of the camera, maybe anal sex, suck cocks... we can only pay peanuts... the film will mainly be shown in the far east..." Christ, in a way I was trying to discourage them.

Sure there were a couple of strippers there, some barmaids, even a couple of illegals from Poland... but there was also a nurse, a U of M sophomore, two Dade college sisters, normal, clean cut American girls.

"So if you don't want to continue," I ended, "feel free to leave, no hard feelings girls."

No one left. Fuck, they would have paid me to appear in the film. For two days we tested them, filmed them naked, had them read the lines I was writing on the fly, finally reduced the thirty-three we saw down to a final seven who we ordered back for final tests Friday.

It broke my heart to turn the other twenty-five away; every one of them gave me their numbers, told me to call anytime, if I wanted to try... And these girls were goddesses. Go figure.


Daddy and I took Thursday off, just jumped on the boat and headed out for a days fishing and beer. We insisted Bobby join us.

"I just can't take time off like you two bums," he'd complained as he came aboard.

"A Bud?" I offered as we pulled away from the dock.

"God yes," he said as he grabbed the proffered beer.

"Ya shoulda seen em Bobby," Dad told Bobby after we'd all had a couple of beers. "Proud as punch... flashing their titties everywhere... just came up and rubbed themselves up against me... ya never seen the like... bare little slits... not a goddamn hair down below on half of them."

"Ya didn't take one home pop did ya?" Bobby asked leering. "Just like fishing... put your pole out and bingo, you've hooked a red snapper."

"That one girl, Naomi something, I would liked to get my pole in that," Dad conceded.

I had to smile as I listened to them talking, I knew Daddy had bit; now I just had to set the hook and land him.


"You want me to do what?" Pop asked Friday morning.

"Listen Dad, I gotta go out for an hour or so. We need ya. We got to make our final choices today... All we want you to do is to play the old man... Pete's going to film the test. We want to see what the girls look like, how they react when the father comes upon them naked in his son's bed."

"I can't act."

"Can you talk?" I asked as I headed for the door. "Just do what Pete asks."

"Are they going to be naked?" he asked to my departing back.

I simply slipped into the dressing room where Josie and my make-up girl, Penny, waited, and while she started to work on transforming me, Josie and I watched what was happening on stage on the monitor in front of us.

"You want to look exactly like him," the young girl asked, pointing at Dad as he stood uncertainly next to the bed we'd set up.

"Exactly," I insisted.

"His nose is different than yours," Penny observed as she continued to work.

"It's uglier," I said laughing. "He broke it three times before he was twenty."

"He's handsome," Josie said as she watched.

"Of course he is. He's my Daddy."

"Gosh, look," the makeup girl said pointing.

We watched as Dad stood talking to Ginny, the first girl we were testing that day. Naked, she was sitting up in bed, trying to act surprised at the sudden arrival of her lover's father, one of the scenes we planned to use in the film.

As daddy pretended to berate the poor girl, the role called for her to jump out of bed and then kneeling, curl her arms around daddy's legs.

"Your daddy's a good actor Mr. Scouries," Penny said giggling.

"Huh?"

"Look at the hard-on he's pretending to have."

"What?" And yes, daddy was sporting a huge boner, and over the next hour, as Penny finished preparing me, four other would-be stars awakened and commented favorably on what was sticking out from daddy's pants. One actually got it in her mouth.


"You look just like him," Josie finally announced.

"Let's go," I ordered.


"What the fuck?" Daddy spat out when I arrived on the stage dressed just in a robe and walked towards him.

"Jimmy?" He finally asked as he peered at me in almost horror.

"Ta da!" I sang out and then asked, "So what do ya think?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Listen pop. I figure if I play two parts I'll save a few bucks."

"But you look just like me," he accused.

"Penny just used you as a model... for the flick I'll get her to make me better looking... more distinguished."

"What, I'm not distinguished enough all of a sudden?" he demanded.

"So how'd you do with the tests?" I asked, ignoring his comment. "Was he any good girls?" I asked, addressing the seven girls lounging around the stage.

"He was wonderful Mr. Scouries... really wonderful," the buxom blond named Naomi chirped in, "he definitely should be in the film. Your father would be perfect for the part," she giggled as she sidled up to pops and put her hand on the front of his shorts.

"Yes, yes, let him act in the film," the others echoed smiling, surrounding my embarrassed looking father.

"He's so big sir," the one who'd try to swallow dad enthused.

"He's too old," I said with a gruff finality, "now who wants to try a scene with me?" I was soon naked in bed with two extremely eager young potential starlets who definitely were prepared to work for their starring role.

"No, no girls," I had to repeatedly admonish over the next three hours, "We're just practicing."

Daddy watched. Hard as a rock!


"That was disgusting," dad complained when everyone had finally left and we were sitting on the deck sipping beers as the sun slowly lowered in the sky.

"The things you gotta do to make a buck these days pop."

"Fuck you too," he said as a broad grin spread his face. "You think you can handle both parts Jimmy... Christ, those barracudas will wear you out in one day."

"Don't bullshit me pop. You're so eager to ride little Naomi you'll be paying me to act in the film."

"God, the tits on that little gal," he moaned between sips. "I thought she was going to fall over every time she took a step. Not a goddam hair on that little pussy. Was tempted just to pick her up and bend her over and... well, you know," he finally admitted sheepishly.

"Wait til you feel hers lips around your dick pops. Christ, she was sucking harder than my vacuum cleaner. I knew you liked her. Now sign here dad," I directed as I pulled a contract from my pocket and handed him a pen.

"A contract! What, you don't trust your own blood?"

"Bobby insisted on it dad. Told me every actor in the film had to sign one before we let them work."

"Bloody lawyers. We never shoulda let him go to law school," dad muttered as he signed on the bottom line.


Shooting started the next Monday. You'd think it would be hard to make love to a girl with twenty people watching you, with hot lights beating down on your back, people giving you instructions...

It was! For about two minutes. Then you could either do it or you couldn't. Daddy and I could. For three weeks we screwed our way around South Florida, on the beach, on a boat, in the Everglades, daddy even screwed a teeny little Chinese girl on the balcony of a Stiltsville house. He just bent her backwards right over the ocean as he pumped deep inside of her. I knew our target audience would love it.

We took our time. We weren't one of these fly-by-night outfits that try to film a complete hour and a half picture in one afternoon. We were trying to make a class production. And have some fun. Dads cock held out.

In fact the old geezer kept his son on his toes. Some of the girls even indicated that they didn't mind it at all when it was Mr. Scouries senior who was their filming partner for the day.

Then it became a hit!

JANUARY 2006 BOSTON

There was a profound sadness in the young girl as she moved silently through the old house, moving from one familiar object to the next, trying to decide which to keep, which to throw. She and her mom had lived here since the day she'd been born and as she walked from room to room she felt an urgent need to rub her naked body on the walls, the furniture, the objects, her mothers clothes, as if this contact could somehow indelibly imprint the memories they evoked into her body forever.

As her mom had slowly faded over the preceding year Bianca had increasingly felt an almost debilitating lassitude overtake her and she now believed, that if her mother hadn't whispered those last few words to her on Christmas day, that she would have killed herself.

They had celebrated their last Christmas together, mom joyful and loving in spite of the continual pain and the knowledge that she had just days to live, another undeserving victim of a cancer that had grown in her breasts and escaped before they'd been radically removed.

"There's a shoe box... in the cupboard... please honey," she whispered Christmas morning.

Bianca had found it, pulled it down from the top shelf and then returned and sat next to her mom on the bed.

"It's dusty," she complained as she removed the band holding it together and lifted the top. 'Bianca Anne Downing Scouries' read the baptismal certificate that lay atop a pile of papers and pictures.

"This isn't my birth certificate," she said, confusion evident in her voice.

"You have two birth certificates," the girl's mom said.

"What? Me? Scouries?"

"It's your real name... you were baptized,"

"But?" Bianca interrupted.

"He's not really dead," mom finally whispered.

"What?" exploded in a whoosh from deep within her. Anger, hate, wonder, surprise, joy, happiness... "My daddy? He's alive?" she finally asked, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Her mother only lived three more days and although weak and semi comatose half the time, when she was lucid the two of them sat holding hands, her mother talking when she could, always smiling, relieved her daughter finally knew, telling her stories of her secret romance.

She'd been thirty-nine, living in Brooklyn, a single woman, a nurse who'd been hurt at a young age, left broken hearted by an older man who'd left her after proclaiming his love.

"I never recovered, hardly had a date from the time I was twenty until I met your dad," she confessed, her impending death allowing her to open her soul to her daughter.

"He was just a boy, a virgin..."

Jimmy Scouries. The boy next door.

The girl listened, enraptured by the tale of the young boy who had become her mothers only lover, the stolen kisses, the caresses, the day when both surrendered their virginity, the blood, the joy...

Her mother described every detail, every moment of their six month romance, shameless in front of her daughter, the fruit of her clandestine union.

"I loved his cock," she told her daughter remembering, "so big... hard... filling. You'll love sex honey," her mother promised.

"But what happened mommy, why wouldn't he stay with you?" Bianca finally asked.

"I didn't tell him... he never knew about you... I couldn't tell him sweetie. He was just a boy... his life was all ahead of him. I was forty. Pregnant. I couldn't face the shame. I sold the house and moved to Boston."

"Do you think he'll ever want to meet me?" the young virgin finally asked her mother.

"He'll love you," her mother promised.


Mabel Downing died on the twenty-eighth day of December, 2005, her sixty pound skeleton of a body a pale reflection of the vibrant woman she'd always been.

Her daughter wept.

Bianca luckily was left relatively well off. The house her mom had bought nineteen years earlier had ballooned upward in price over the years and was now worth over half a million dollars. Her mom had carried a quarter of a million in life insurance. There were other investments.

The day after the funeral, on New Years Day 2006, Bianca googled the word 'Scouries' for the first time.

Her first hit happened to be a Japanese porn site. A movie trailer came on... she watched spellbound as an elderly man made love to a blond beauty called Naomi. It seemed to be set in Miami. That's weird, she thought, the guy seemed about sixty and was acting in a skin flic.

The pretty girl had never watched movies like this before. Oh, okay, once or twice she and her friends had giggled over a dirty movie. But she really had never been that interested. It was so icky. Her virgin dreams were somehow much different than the flickering images she and her friends had surreptitiously watched.

Still, her finger hovered uncertainly over the cursor, not yet clicking away as she watched the blond thrashing under the man. He's strong, even if he is old, she thought, watching the man's naked back and buttocks and thighs as he thrust into the welcoming girl.

She likes it, she thought silently, then gasped when the old man pulled out, baring his what seemed like giant cock to the young girls view, and then she watched awestruck as he turned and sent strand after strand spurting in long arcs towards the camera.

Still unable to click away, she watched when another scene appeared, and watched as a younger man appeared with another girl, a small girl, Chinese she thought, as she stared at the small screen on her laptop.

He was so much alike the elderly man from the previous scene, his son obviously, but then she wondered to herself, would a father and his son really act together in a film like this. He was in his thirties; the adjective virile sprang to her mind and seemed to have been invented just to describe him.

Like his father he was huge, his cock long and hard as he advanced on the girl cowering in her bed. God, he'll kill her, Bianca moaned as the man spun the girl on her stomach and mounted her like a dog might mount a bitch.

"Don't," she cried aloud when she heard the girl's moans, but then also saw the delight in the Asian girl's eyes, knew the girls pleasure was real, knew that the orgasm that played out in the next few minutes was better than any the girl had ever undergone.

Bianca fell back from the computer onto her bed, urgently tried to satisfy herself with the fingers of her left hand. She knew she had to have that cock inside of her.

She dreamt of him taking her. Then she dreamt of both father and son fucking her. Woke up sopping.

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