Olivia’s first real orgasm

Olivia dry humps her dad. Her dad licks her pussy, then her mother’s. Her dad fucks her.

“He kissed me, mommy,” Olivia said.

“Oh, sweetie, it was just a kiss. It’s not a big deal, although he shouldn’t do that if you don’t want him to.”

“Well, I wanted him to, but still.”

Caitlyn’s twelve-year-old daughter recounted the latest thing that happened to her. Apparently, the boy who mom thought of as little Johnnie had kissed her.

“But that’s not the main thing, mommy. He rubbed himself against me. My back was to a wall, the one around the corner from the playground, and I could feel his hard penis rubbing. He pushed it against me for like two minutes and then he moaned a little bit and then he stopped.”

Uh, oh, mom thought.

“I think he had an orgasm. Do you think so, mommy?”

Caitlyn had always been open about sex with her daughter. When Olivia had walked in on her husband, Mike, and her making love, she hadn’t stopped fucking, but instead fucked back harder, coming in a frenzy. Olivia had watched them have sex several times since she’d turned ten.

“Yes, sweetie, I think you’re right. You shouldn’t let him do that if you don’t want him to.” She didn’t ask whether Caitlyn had felt little Johnnie’s cock pulsing as he ejaculated.

“I don’t really mind. It’s kind of nice. It’s a good thing when a boy comes on you, right?”

This wasn’t exactly a sex question and Caitlyn didn’t feel obliged to answer.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for bed, sweetie?”

“OK, mommy,” she said. Caitlyn had just turned twelve and was still generally friendly with her mom, although she’d also sobbed in anger more than a few times.

Caitlyn never talked to Mike about their daughter’s interest in sex. Now that she’d dry humped a boy, Caitlyn definitely wasn’t going to say anything. She knew Mike fantasized about sex with their daughter and she didn’t want to do anything to encourage him.

Olivia masturbated in bed that night. She’d masturbated dozens of times in the past few months. It felt good and it was, frankly, fun. Her hand slipped inside her pajama bottoms and began to rub her pussy. She thought about Johnny and how his cock had felt that afternoon. She knew it was his hard cock because she’d seen her parents, she seen porn and, well, she just knew.

She’d seen enough porn to know that he must have cum. That was the word, she was pretty sure. He’d cum in his pants, shooting white stuff, all because she’d let him rub himself on her body. And he’d kissed her, too, that might have been important.

Her fingers moved quickly now, rubbing her wet clitty. It was weird how wet she got thinking about these things. How tingly. She felt what she thought of as her orgasm begin to spin inside her, churning her tummy like a washing machine tumbling. It wasn’t an actual orgasm, but she didn’t know that. What Olivia did know was that it felt great. She stopped rubbing and went to sleep.

The following night, Friday night, she was watching TV with her dad. Mom had gone to bed early, presumably reading, possibly watching TV herself. It was 10:30 and Olivia wasn’t tired at all.

Her dad wore a bathrobe, as he often did late at night. He lay on the sofa, his head on a pillow, turned toward the TV set. Olivia sat in a chair that glided back and forth, a little harder to see TV from, but she really enjoyed the gliding motion. She had on the same pajamas as last night. She generally wore the same ones for several days before throwing them in the wash.

At the next commercial, Olivia threw herself on her dad. He twisted to lie flat on his back and began to tickle his daughter, who broke up with laughter. Her hips rubbed against his as she laughed, although she didn’t notice. After twenty seconds of hysteria, Mike stopped tickling. He just lay there for a minute, smiling with his daughter. He hugged her tight.

Olivia began to rub her pussy against his cock. Mike’s robe had fallen open enough that his bare dick massaged her through her pajamas. The elastic band in them brushed back and forth across the sensitive part of his cock, at first pleasurable, but now an annoyance. He pushed his hands under the back of her pajama bottoms and pushed them down with his wrists.

With her pajama bottoms below her ass and her top riding up to her tummy, Caitlyn’s skin slid easily over her dad’s hard cock. Olivia grinned at him and moved her hips faster. She felt his hands gripping her ass, pushing her down. Her father had progressed from having fun to feeling his dick begin to stiffen to a lust he could barely control.

He realized he was effectively masturbating against his daughter, but no longer cared. Her tight, tiny ass cheeks felt as smooth as satin, incredibly firm. He could feel her muscles tightening as she moved. Mike groaned with the pleasure of it.

“Does that feel good, daddy?” Olivia asked.

“Oh, baby girl, so good,” Mike said. “We shouldn’t be doing this. But we will.”

Mike brought one of his hands up, inside her top, and cupped her breast. It fit easily into his palm. He pulled his hand back slowly and his fingertips compressed to tweak her nipple. Olivia sucked in her breath.

“Did that hurt, baby girl?” Mike asked.

“Oh, no, daddy, it felt awesome.”

He humped harder. His cock slid inches back and forth. Her legs spread and Mike could feel that her pussy was right where his cock met his balls. He was tempted to insert his cock into her, but he didn’t. He continued to masturbate, if that’s what you want to call it. Suddenly, he was about to cum.

Mike’s large, thin hand pressed down on Olivia’s ass, his middle finger in her crack. He rocked her back and forth. He ejaculated suddenly, cum spurting between them, covering his tummy and wetting the bottom of Olivia’s pajama tops.

“Oh, fuck, baby girl,” he muttered.

He continued to press her fine little ass and continued to cum. Mike didn’t cum more than he usually did, but the first two jets pulsed harder, stronger than normal. He stopped moving her ass with his hand.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Olivia asked.

“Yes, I really did. Your body on me… shit, that was great.”

“You cummed, huh?”

“Yes, baby girl, I came. Thank you,” he added. He seldom thanked his daughter for anything.

She sat up and saw the white cum dripping down his side. Reaching down, she scooped just a little on her finger and tasted it. Her lips puckered forward, it didn’t taste particularly good. Mike’s cock had already softened substantially.

Olivia reached for her pajama bottoms to pull them up, but her dad told her to stop. He climbed off the sofa, his robe hanging open, his cock and balls dangling, and turned Olivia on to her back. Kneeling between her spread legs, Mike stroked her pussy with his finger.

“Has anyone ever put their finger here?” he asked.

She shook her head, eyes wide.

Mike eased his finger into her up to the first knuckle and was astonished to find she was wet. For some reason, he didn’t expect his daughter to react sexually. He pushed in further and his second surprise was that he didn’t encounter her hymen.

“Did anyone ever put anything here?” he asked a little sharply.

Olivia blushed.

“I’ve masturbated with things,” she said. “With my toothbrush, my hairbrush. Once with a… carrot.”

Mike smiled and told her that was fine, that masturbating was totally normal. He didn’t mention how relieved he felt.

He moved his finger inside her. It didn’t move much, she was far too tight for that, but he stroked her in the way that women seemed to like, curling his finger to touch her g-spot. He massaged it gently.

Olivia’s shoulders seemed to tighten. Mike reached up with his left hand and unbuttoned her top, letting it fall to her sides.

“God, your breasts are so lovely, honey. Yes, they’re still really small, but they’ll grow.”

He leaned forward and kissed her nipple, first one, then the other. Olivia shivered. Her dad continued to fondle her pussy. He licked her boobs, if you could call them that, they were about the size of half a tangerine. Her nipples were as tiny as small peas. But they tasted sublime, like underripe peaches.

“Daddy, that feel so nice!”

“Just wait, baby girl.”

He eased back on the sofa, found he didn’t fit, and knelt on the floor. He took his finger out of her pussy and began to lick instead. He put one long leg over his shoulder and scrunched closer. He licked her small slit, which had a tiny amount of hair. Where her nipples had tasted something like peaches, her pussy tasted more like unsweetened strawberry jam.

Mike licked her for quite a while. He sucked her clit, which caused her hips to move. At one point, she said, “Oh, daddy, I think I had an orgasm,” but he replied that he didn’t think so, not yet. He inserted his tongue into her pussy, then resumed licking and sucking her clit. Mike reached up and played with a nipple. He was licking her clit with the flat of his tongue when she came, this time for real.

Olivia writhed beneath his hands, one on her boob and one on her thigh. Her hips rose from the sofa and fell back. Her leg, the one over his shoulder, kicked him with her heel. She cried out. Her orgasm lasted just twenty seconds, but Olivia, when she regained her wits, felt changed.

“Oh, my god, daddy, that was heaven! Wasn’t it? It felt so good. Soooo good. Oh, my god.”

Mike was pleased to have given his daughter what he figured was her first real orgasm. The feeling lasted for almost ten seconds.

“What the fuck is going on?” Caitlyn asked, running down the stairs.

Mike looked up from between Olivia’s legs, blushed, and thought, fuck me. He licked Olivia’s clit once more for luck and saw her shiver. He extricated himself from his awkward position.

Olivia sat naked as her almost naked parents – like her dad, mom wore just a bathrobe – argued at cross-purposes, none of which were really clear. Caitlyn settled down, mostly, as she came to understand that her daughter hadn’t been hurt, had enjoyed the whole thing and had really enjoyed her first orgasm.

“Really, sweetie? Your first?”

“Yes, mommy, it was awesome. Unbelievable. I want more.”

Caitlyn smiled. Mike didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to, his cock had grown half-hard again. His robe remained unbelted, partway open.

“Well, OK, sweetie, we’ll see. In the meantime, it looks like your dad hasn’t had enough yet.”

Mike’s cock perked up a little more.

“Can I stay, mommy?”

“Of course, sweetie. Come here, big boy.”

They simultaneously shrugged off their robes, although Caitlyn laid hers neatly on the floor and lay on it, spreading her legs for Mike. Her pussy glistened with drops of juice.

Mike settled himself between her legs and began to lick. No foreplay, no kissing, no nipple-sucking, he went straight for her clit. His attentions were well received. He added two fingers to the love-making, moving them back and forth in her cunt. He licked around her clit and sucked it for twelve minutes before she came.

Her orgasm was among the smaller ones she’d had. She curled her toes and clenched her tummy and sat up for a second, but there were few visible signs. Still, she groaned happily and, when she’d finished, pushed his head away.

Olivia thought she had a new appreciation for her parents having sex. She’d felt her dad’s big hands on her little breasts, his tongue on her pussy. He’d made her cum! He’d cum on her! She hadn’t fucked him like her mom had just done, but she’d done everything else. She felt quite grown up.

Her mom and dad switched places, Mike lying on his back, his now rock-hard cock pointing up at his chin. Caitlyn knelt beside his hips, bent over, and began to suck his dick. Her hand moved up and down on his shaft.

Olivia joined her mom on the floor, kneeling near her dad’s other hip. She peered closely at mom jerking and sucking his cock. Without saying anything, she put her hand on his dick and Caitlyn took hers away, although she continued to suck.

“It feels nice,” Olivia said.

“Mmm hmmm,” her mother replied.

“Can I suck him a little?” Olivia asked.

Her mother looked up at her daughter and thought about it. On the one hand it was incest, but on the other hand it wasn’t fucking. She lifted her head away and pushed Olivia’s head down until Olivia had to open her mouth and accept the end of her dad’s cock. She bobbed her head several times as she’d watched her mother do.

“It doesn’t taste like anything,” Olivia said.

“Well, that’s not a bad thing, is it?”

Olivia returned to sucking her dad’s dick. She looked small next to his large body, her mouth barely big enough to accept his cock. She seemed to be sucking happily when she surprised her parents by getting off her knees and positioning herself so her pussy was directly over her dad’s cock. She tried to sit on it, holding it in one hand, but it wouldn’t go in.

“What are you doing?” Caitlyn asked in a loud voice.

“I’m going to fuck him. Just like you do, mommy.”

She tried and failed again to get his cock inside her. A drop of pre-cum formed at the end of his dick and she immediately rubbed it off on her pussy. She brushed it against her slit several times. She was obviously really wet, but she couldn’t get her daddy’s cock into her.

“It won’t fit, daddy,” she complained.

“Maybe when you’re older, sweetie,” Caitlyn said, relieved that Mike wasn’t fucking his daughter.

“Let’s switch places, baby girl,” Mike said.

They quickly switched around, Olivia on the bottom, Mike on top of her, his hand on his dick to steer it into her tight little pussy. Lining it up, he pushed forward and the tip went in a half an inch before stopping.

“God, you’re tight,” he said.

He pushed again, not too hard, he didn’t want to hurt her, but by this time he was going crazy to fuck her. All he could think about was sliding his dick back and forth in his little angel’s cunt. He looked at her, her face squeezed tight in concentration, her thin arms and body, her tiny boobs, and he pushed again with more force.

“Ow, daddy, hurts.”

It might have hurt a little, but the fat tip of his dick had made it all the way inside her pussy. He pushed again and another inch slid in. The look of concentration on her face was intense.

“Honey, are you sure you should do this?” Caitlyn asked, sure that he shouldn’t.

He didn’t answer, but pushed in another inch, then began to move his cock back and forth, just an inch each way, but feeling the satisfying tightness around his dick.

“Oh, god, baby girl, you are so fucking tight. But you are so fucking wet.”

He pushed her legs back, holding one in each hand by the thigh, and slipped another inch of his cock into her cunt. Gliding back and forth, her pussy squeezing him hard, he fucked his daughter.

“Don’t cum inside her, Mike, whatever you do,” Caitlyn said, her meaning clear: don’t get our daughter pregnant.

He fucked her slowly, but he fucked her hard, each stroke forward pushing him closer to cumming. He pushed her legs back further, her knees almost to her shoulders. His cock pumped in and out. Her pussy pressed a bit less hard than before, but she was still really tight. He fucked her another minute and then he came.

When Mike ejaculated it was obvious. He rammed his dick into his daughter and she screamed once, her shoulders jerking off the floor before falling back. Her head lay to one side, eyes closed, as her father rammed his cock deep inside her with each spurt of cum. Caitlyn was pushing against his chest, trying to get him to stop, but he didn’t even notice. His mind was empty as he fountained into his daughter, oblivious to everything but the sensations from his balls and cock. When he finally finished, his cock began to shrivel and he pulled out, cum flowing down the crack of Olivia’s ass.

No one said anything at first, then Olivia finally stated, “I’m a woman now, mommy. Daddy fucked me and I’m a woman.”

She was.

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