Unspoken Pleasure

SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK!

A tear rolled down Molly's cheek and it was genuine. Her ass was radiating so much heat she thought her father could roast marshmallows on it. Her pussy though, oh God, that was warm and dripping, as well. Even with her breasts pressed tight against the wooden desk, Molly could feel her nipples harden like little gemstones.

Finally, the spanking stopped. Molly knew her father would usually move down and rub her aching pussy. Or he'd spread some cream on her cheeks and slide his fingers into her that way. But there was none of that here. And James didn't seem to be reaching for his daughter's sex. In fact, he seemed to just be standing there. Staring.

"This teasing has to stop, Molly," James said. "I hope you'll learn your lesson now."

"Yes Daddy," Molly said. For a moment, she thought her father might mean it this time. Then she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. "Oh, Daddy," she cried, happily.

"You know what they say. Spare the rod..." James grabbed his hard cock and placed it at Molly's dripping opening. "Spoil the child." And he drove his dick into Molly's wanting quim.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Molly buried her head in her arms and screamed, hoping it was at least a little muffled. Her nerves were still jangling on end from the spanking. Yes, they'd been fooling around, but Molly hadn't been penetrated in weeks. The combination of it all practically broke her with pleasure.

Molly felt her pussy wrap itself around her father's heat and strength. It hugged on tight and the blonde girl glorified in the way her father finally filled her up. He started to slide back and forth, and Molly had to bite down hard on her own arm to keep from screaming again.

James fucked his daughter with abandon and Molly could only lie there and endure it. Her first orgasm overwhelmed her in moments. The second showed up before the first could even finish. James didn't slow, didn't even seem to recognize his baby girl was cumming on his cock. He just pumped. Faster. Faster. Like trying to break her through the desk using only his dick.

Molly wanted to moan. To cry. She stuffed her mouth full of arm and hoped to God that no one walked by. Oh. Oh Fuck. Her father was filling her so good.

"One... last... punishment," James said. Grunted with each thrust. Oh yes. He was bare in her. Skin-to-skin. His thrusts were getting more erratic. Molly was about to be bred by the man who'd made her. The thought made her even more delirious than before.

His cock dropped away from her. Molly whimpered with need. The orgasms -- God so many she couldn't count -- they weren't enough. Molly wanted to CUM. To explode as her father exploded in her. She didn't care about consequences in that moment. Or she did: it was just the consequences of not finishing that now haunted her.

Molly's pussy hung open, like the mouth of a panting dog. She felt her girl drool dripping down her legs, too. She was an animal for her father. A creature made only of need. A thing, incomplete, unless her Daddy's cock was inside her. She wanted his dick back as much she wanted air, which was also very hard to come by the way she was smushed into the desk, her mouth around her forearm.

Molly heard footsteps, her father walking away. She didn't dare look back. She assumed her father was about to cum all over her back. Or turn her over and spatter her breasts and face.

She was wrong.

She heard a mechanical-like noise and realized her father was standing on the far side of the classroom. He'd gotten some antibacterial soap from a dispenser by the door. She heard the wet noises of liquid being spread. Then she heard the dispenser whine again.

Her father was back behind her. He started to slowly batter her clit with his one hand. Just lightly rubbing. It felt nice, sort of teasing, but at this point Molly was so primed he could have talked about touching her and it might put her over the top.

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Molly felt something cold on her bottom. James was spreading the goop over her backside. Was he trying to make up for spanking her before? This felt a bit soothing, she supposed. But James wasn't rubbing it on her sore buttcheeks. No, mostly the liquid was going in the crack of her...

Oh no.

One moment, something hard pressed against Molly's tight rosebud. Her butthole gave way and James' cock slid balls deep into his daughter's virgin ass. Molly made a noise she'd never heard before, a kind of high-pitched keen that came straight from her lizard ancestors.

Oh YES!

The sensation was indescribable. The hard cock in her ass hurt like nothing she'd ever felt. The pain was almost dizzying, and Molly's head dropped like it might roll off. Yet, at the same time, the sensations were threaded through with an odd sense of pleasure. Not just from her father still rubbing her clit, now with far more abandon, but from the very same source of the pain, itself.

Molly couldn't stop making that noise. Deeper now. Guttural. Her father was grunting too.

"Da... Daddy..." Molly said, "Don't. Stop." Keeping quiet was no longer possible. James pulled back and thrust forward. The pain/pleasure seemed to anchor to his movements. Back around Molly's butt then right up her spine to her head again. As James pumped her ass faster, he rubbed her clit to match the pace. Molly felt it building in her. The coming cum was almost frightening, so risky and ragged and out of control.

Molly looked around, bouncing back and forth on her Daddy's cock. She remembered being in this room as a child. Playing with Barbies. Pretending to be a princess or a superhero. Her little bottom had fit in those itty-bitty chairs. Now she was here, an adult. And her not-so-little bottom was being put to a far different use.

"Gonna... cum... in you. Just like you wanted," James said. Despite herself, Molly felt a bit of fear. She knew what would happen and she wanted it so bad. Would she ever be able to stop once her father pushed her over the edge?

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James started to growl in the back of his throat. He plunged his cock deep in Molly, his balls bounced over her still-dripping pussy. He shook and squeezed his daughter's ass so hard it hurt.

Molly felt hot liquid splash inside her bowels and the ecstasy overtook her, as well. Her butt clamped down on her Daddy's cock as spurt after spurt coated her insides. The cum was like nothing Molly had ever experienced. It blew out the top of her head. It blasted through her pussy and ass. She was sure she screamed, but she couldn't feel anything beyond the sensation of cumming this way. Raw, excruciating ecstasy. Molly felt her mind start to drift away from her body. The little death, indeed.

She felt, distant, her father's cock slide softly out of her ass with a squelch. Still-warm semen dripped out and ran down her legs. So close to her wanting snatch yet so far. Molly tried to push herself up but fell back down limp on the desk. Her father slowly peeled her up to her feet and she almost slipped down to the floor. James held her close, supporting her in every sense.

Gradually, Molly felt her strength come back. Gingerly, she reached down and pulled up her stockings and underwear. Her father kissed the top of her head.

"I hope you've learned your lesson," he told her.

Molly just nodded, weakly. She felt another warm stream of her Daddy's cum leak out of her ass. Molly had learned alright.

Father and daughter leaned on each other's shoulders and started to walk out of the classroom. Molly kicked something and looked down. It was a little Barbie doll, naked from the waist down just like she, herself, had been a moment before. The innocence of the doll, of where they were, mixed with the venality of what they'd just done. Molly started to laugh uncontrollably. The church, the fucking, the toys, it was all too much.

Like she'd thought before. Fucking hysterical.