I was on holiday by the English coast with my wife and my nineteen-year-old daughter Abbie. We were staying in a cottage that had once been outbuildings of a farm, which was now the owners’ house. They were a couple about our age, mid forties.

I was taking a shower one morning. We’d been on the beach the day before and my mind was full of memories of Abbie all but oozing out of a bikini so brief it was hardly worth the trouble of wearing. I just couldn’t get the memory of her laying on her front with the string thin gusset of her bikini between her gleaming smooth bum cheeks out of my mind. My wife and I had also had really good sex the night before and I could still all but feel her naked body under mine.

With those thoughts in my mind, my penis was soon fully erect, bending hard up in front of me. I decided to treat myself to a good, hard wank. I stepped out of the shower with my stiff cock swinging deliciously heavily. 

I admired myself in the big wall mirror. My eight inches of hard muscle bent up so its big, lust- and erection-swollen purple-grey head was pointing straight up from my thick, dark bush of pubic hair. I swayed my hips to swing my cock and decided I still looked good naked for my age. I found a tube of my wife’s hand cream and lubed my cock shaft with it. I spread my legs, thrust my hips forward, braced myself for the pleasure to come, wrapped my fist round my well-oiled cock and began to masturbate.

That’s when I realised I was being watched.

Someone, perhaps my wife or daughter, had left the bathroom window ajar, and through it I caught a glimpse of movement. I also caught an unmistakable glimpse of blonde hair in the instant before it dodged behind a bush outside. 

The owners had a daughter, Suzanne, a girl just my daughter’s age. Like my daughter, she was now as big as a grown woman. She had shoulder length blonde hair like my daughter’s in a similar style and the same big blue eyes. It was Suzanne spying on me.  

My pumping hand round my cock momentarily paused mid-stroke. But as I paused, the times I’d masturbated at wild student parties with excited naked girls watching, then later for my wife as she asked to watch me came back to me. Perhaps I’m kinky but wanking with an audience, especially a woman, adds an erotic thrill that beats solo wanking any time. Even more kinky erotic than that, with this body double of Abbie watching me, now I felt I was masturbating for my own daughter!

I began tugging my cock again, this time making sure I put on a good meaty show for Suzanne. I rammed my hips forward, grunted loudly and gasped things like “want to fill your cunt, you whore.” I took my time and held myself on the exquisite, almost painful edge of orgasm. I turned so Suzanne could see the full length of my penis and it’s big head in profile. 

All I could think of was my daughter in that bikini and nude in poses like girls in porn. I let out a loud grunt and rammed my hips forward as I spurted my load across the bathroom floor. As I stood there afterwards with my penis swinging half erect and dripping semen I glanced at the open window. The blonde head had gone.

I thought that was to be my only encounter with Suzanne and that like my daughter she’d only ever be a future masturbation fantasy. But I was wrong.

That same afternoon, my wife and my daughter went off to the nearby town to go on a boat trip watching seabirds and seals. It wasn’t my kind of thing and I get seasick in small boats so I stayed behind at the cottage. I knew they wouldn’t be back till evening.

Shortly after they’d gone, I glanced out of the window. There in the owners’ garden was Suzanne. She was on a sun lounger sunbathing, topless in just a bright coloured bikini bottom. I had my high powered binoculars with me and this time I spied on her. As I was exploring her all but naked body through my binoculars, she glanced in my direction, then slid her hand down her front and down inside her bikini bottom to finger her pussy. I’d earlier seen her parents drive off somewhere and I knew she was alone. It was as obvious an invitation as I could imagine. I stripped naked and put on some shorts and sandals. 

She watched me all the way as I strolled out to her. Like Abbie, Suzanne had the kind of perfect figure only girls that age have. Her all-but-naked body was every bit as delicious as my daughter’s that I’d ogled the day before in that microscopic bikini. Seeing her close up I was amazed how much like my daughter Suzanne looked. 

“Did you enjoy the show this morning?” I asked.

“Your cock’s bigger than my boyfriend’s, you wank just like him and you shoot your cum further,” she replied, followed by “do you like my tits?” 

She sat up and leaned back so her breasts swung up and out. They were bigger than my daughters, just as rounded, and deliciously smooth, warm and firm In my hands. I let my exploring hands on them give her all the answer she needed. Her deep pink nipples were already peaking like corks and she purred with pleasure as I brushed them with my thumbs. Her tiny tight bikini bottom showed the outline of her vagina slit and a wet patch was already forming. 

She reached up and fingered the ridge of my straining erection that felt like it was about to burst through my shorts.

“My parents are out till late. Do you want to come in and shoot some cum for me?”

I wasn’t saying no to an offer like that. She rose from her lounger and with her breasts swining with her strides and my hand fondling her bottom all the way, she led me to her bedroom. It was as typical a teenage girl’s bedroom as Abbie's, with lots of pink, fluffy toys and a big Taylor Swift poster on the wall. 

The door was barely closed behind us before she’d slipped her bikini off and flopped on the bed on her back with her legs wide. I’d often wondered what my daughter's pussy looked like, and as I gazed at the neat ring of brown cunt hair round Suzanne’s slit, slightly darker than my wife’s bush, I was seeing my daughter’s cunt.

I dropped my shorts and my erect penis bounced in front of me with its big round head pointing up almost vertical. I’d swallowed a Viagra just before I set out. I don’t need it but a guy at work had given me a few to try. My lust- and Viagra- stiffened penis felt like a steel bar and taut enough to snap.

An instant later I was on the bed with Suzanne, kissing and licking her breasts, with my hand between her spread legs stroking and massaging her pussy and my fingers between her labia exploring her vagina. She writhed and moaned with excitement as I pleasured her. She grabbed me and we wrestled naked together with our hands all over each other. Like my wife the night before she just wanted as much body to body contact with raw male flesh as she could get. 

I was laying back when she leaned over me and slipped her lips over my cock head. She massaged my knob with her lips and tongue, at the same time caressing my balls and between my legs with her light fingers. I felt my cum starting to rise and I braced myself for her to suck my cock off. But after a few minutes of her exquisitely pleasuring my penis she stopped and her lips slid off my quivering cock. 

“Did you like that? My boyfriend likes me to do that. Go on, let me give you a hand job. I love wanking boys!” her young voice was shrill with excitement. 

I was momentarily disappointed in being denied a suck off. But I certainly wasn’t complaining at the offer of a handy from a nude nineteen year old beauty. I love a well delivered hand job, especially how it lets me run my hands all over my wank partner’s body as they pleasure me, something you don’t get with a suck off. And I certainly wasn’t disappointed with what she gave me.

I stayed on my back with my legs spread and my excited cock arching hard up erect over my belly. Its heavy feel seemed to emphasise its size and was deliciously erotic. Suzanne knelt spread legged next to me on the bed with her big breasts hanging over me and her soft warm thighs brushing my side.

Boy did Suzanne know how to give a hand job! Before she wanked me her hand caressed my balls, my so-sensitive groins and my inner thighs. He leaned over me to kiss, lick and suck my nipples, with her swinging breasts brushing my cock and my belly. Her hand slid down between my legs. She stroked that spot between my balls and anus then her finger poked into my anus and began a smooth rhythmic thrusting. I gasped, squirmed and thrust my hips in the exquisite pleasure of her finger entering me.

"Do you like that?” she asked. “My boyfriend does.”

I let my grunts of pleasure give her all the answer she needed. My cock was already straining from her lips and she knew how to take a boy’s cock to the absolute peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity.

Kneeling beside me, she was perfectly placed for my hungry hands to explore Suzanne’s, no – my daughter’s smooth thighs and bottom, her big round breasts and, of course to run between her legs to play with her softly furred, moist pussy. I’d forgotten how sexually exciting the so soft, so smooth flesh of a nude nineteen year old girl can feel in a boy’s hands.

I was almost in an agony of arousal when her hand, oiled with some cream from her bedside table, wrapped round my steel hard shaft. Often when I’d masturbated I’d wondered if my daughter’s petite hand could close all round my erection-swollen cock. Suzanne’s hand certainly did, just right. She began the rhythmic full length tugging and stroking with her fingers catching that most sensitive spot, my frenulum, just the way I like. Above me her pendulous breasts swung with the rhythm of her pumping hand. Like a hard core porn movie, in her big wall mirror I watched the erotic scene of her pleasuring me.

She knew how to make a boy wait, and in years of marriage I’d learned how to hold back. After ages of hand cock pleasure and the anal pleasure from her finger my orgasm began to rise. I dug my fingers into her soft cheeks to pull her naked body against mine and involuntarily rammed my hips upward. An image of my bikini-clad daughter filled my mind. Somehow as my body spasmed and I shot a huge load up my belly and chest I managed to stop myself yelling “Abbie!”

I knelt there afterwards with semen dripping from my suddenly limp penis. 

“Was that good?” Suzanne asked, rhetorically of course. She giggled. “You took so long! Sometimes my boyfriend comes as soon as I touch his cock!” I’d clearly impressed her.

Suzanne took a pair of her used panties from her laundry basket and used them to wipe my semen from my front and my cock. Suzanne giggled.

“I wanked my boyfriend over these knickers. Now I've got your cum on them too!”

With that she tossed her semen-soaked panties aside.

 “Do you want to take some dirty pictures of me?” she asked. “Boys always want to. I’m on lots of boys’ phones. They post me on those filthy websites.” She giggled again. “My dad’s probably seen me in them nude. He’s into porn.”

She was clearly a natural exhibitionist who liked showing off her wares. Fortunately, I had my phone with me just in case my wife or Abbie called. I already had a good collection of nude pictures of my wife, some fresh from this holiday, and a few surreptitious bikini and upskirt pictures of my daughter. The guys at work I show them to were already impressed with my collection. Pictures of Suzanne would impress them even more, especially when I told them she was my daughter.

She posed nude for me in my favourite porn poses. Among other penis-strainers she did the splits, leaning back so her tits stuck out, she got on all fours with her legs wide and her breasts swinging pendulously, ready for doggy, she lay back with her legs spread and folded up so her knees were near her shoulders, ready to mount in missionary. 

With her hand between her spread legs, Suzanne stroked and massaged her pussy. As I watched and photographed her I remembered how at night, through the thin walls of our cottage, I'd heard Abbie's bed rattling, followed by her excited cry. My erection strained as I knew I was seeing how my daughter masturbated.  

I didn’t just enjoy Suzanne's naked body with my eyes and camera but with my exploring hands as well. I could tell my fingers on her pussy were getting her hot and wild. More even than that, from time to time she leaned over to massage my cock head with her lips and tongue.

After a long hot photo session my penis was almost vertical and aching hard. Suzanne suddenly rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide and reached her arms up toward me.

“Get on top of me and fuck me!” she cried out excitedly.

I momentarily panicked.

“Don’t be silly,” I said, “you’ll get pregnant.”

"Oh, come on!” Suzanne cried out. “I’m not a virgin. My boyfriend’s fucked me bareback.” She paused, then said softly, but with an edge of excitement in her voice, “My boyfriend just gets on top of me and comes as soon as he gets his cock in. I want it from a man who’s done it with a woman and knows what she wants. I want more! Oh please!”

As she spoke, she reached up and caressed my cock and balls.

“Please ... fuck me!”

She was sounding desperate. Boy was I tempted to get on her and treat her to my naked, straining penis! But then she opened a drawer of her bedside cabinet and pulled out a wrapped condom.

“Put this on if you’re scared,” Suzanne said. “Don’t tell my mum I’ve got these.” She tossed the condom to me and I opened the pack. I hadn’t worn one since before I was married. I was just about to pull it onto my erect penis when Suzanne continued. “Let me put it on for you. My boyfriend likes me to.”

I knelt on her bed with my straining hard cock sticking straight out in front. She snuggled against me then bent down to take me penis into her mouth and lick her saliva all over it. Then cupping one hand under my balls, she slowly and smoothly slid the thin taut sheath down over my shaft. It was so different to my pre-marital days with my wife when I frantically pulled a condom on, desperate to fuck her. I groaned as I nearly came again in my daughter’s hand. She made putting a condom on a sexual experience in itself. I could see how her boyfriend liked her to do it for him.

With that done, she flopped back on her bed and got her legs wide. Twenty years and more of marriage to a sex-hungry wife had taught me what a woman wants. I decided to treat her to the benefit of my experience!

I began with Suzanne’s soft smooth thighs. I kissed them with my lips slowly working their way toward her pussy. Suzanne gasped and squirmed excitedly as my kisses got closer and closer to her cunt until my tongue was ruffling her bush. As I kissed her right on her vagina, she nuzzled her furry mound against my face. I licked her vagina lips then my kisses moved up her front with my fingers taking over between her spread legs. 

I rhythmically stroked her juice lubed labia, easing off from time to time to stroke her inner thigh tops and that sensitive spot between her anus and vagina. Her gasps, cries and excited squirming told me her arousal was rapidly rising. 

Getting a woman aroused always gets me aroused too. My hard penis was rubbing against Suzanne’s leg, and even through the thin taut condom, the friction was teasing my cock toward a cum.

Soon I was kissing her breasts and licking her nipples. My finger tips were now in her juice sodden vagina slit, circling and criss-crossing the peak of her clitoris. She was trembling and whimpering with sexual pleasure, starting to mount to climax. Suddenly her orgasm exploded.

“Oh God!” she yelled, followed by a long undulating shriek. Her hips thrust up and her legs kicked up as if she was trying to wrap them over a boy on top of her. As she juddered in the pulses of an obviously explosive orgasm I held my hand cupped over her pulsating pussy mound. When her kicking and writhing finally ceased and she flopped back on the bed with her breasts rising and falling with her panting I kept my hand on her cunt.

“Ohhhhhh! No-one’s ever done that to me!” Suzanne gasped.

Then it was my turn. I got on top of her. My belly was against hers. But in my mind it was my daughter’s naked body under me. My daughter let out a long deep moan and wrapped her...