Melissaj15 wrote: Tue Sep 29, 2026 4:11 pm
What happened to Emma and her parents?
"Patience, young Padawan."
I don't want to spoil too much ahead, but we'll see Emma and her parents again probably on Monday or Tuesday (in the story's timeline). But it will take a few more chapters before we get there.
I have the next chapter about halfway done, and I hope to post it this week.
The encounter in the Cartwrights' driveway was not nearly as bad as Polly had feared. They saw her coming and surrounded her, and Polly spent the next ten minutes getting gawked at and interrogated by Mr. Cartwright, Brian, and some of his friends. None of them were quite as forthright as Mr. Simmons had been, and they didn't touch her, though they teased her mercilessly and made her pose for them, and they asked all sorts of nosy questions. Polly answered them all honestly, repeating the humiliating story of her punishment with a newfound sense of detachment. If it had happened earlier in the day, she would have been mortified, but after getting fingered, eaten out, and almost fucked by the Simmonses, everything else pretty much lost its weight. Brian and the other boys had their phones out and were recording everything, but Polly just stood there with hands behind her head and her legs spread, and let them. She was too numb to care anymore.
The other adult turned out to be Mr. Cartwright's brother-in-law and Brian's uncle, Steve, and he was checking her out with no shame. They all did, but when Polly's eyes met Steve's, he smiled back at her and licked his lips and winked. Polly thought he was kind of hot for an old guy, and instead of being grossed out, she caught herself thinking of what it would be like to have him licking her pussy instead of Mr. Simmons. If he was one of the grown men jerking off over her naughty videos, would it really be such a bad thing?
Then Mrs. Cartwright came out and broke up the impromptu photo shoot. "Alright, that's enough, you guys. You made your point, now let the poor girl go."
The rest of the journey home passed without an incident. Mr. Krueger was still buried under his truck and paid no attention to her, and if any other neighbors saw her from their windows, Polly wouldn't know it. When she got home, the whole ordeal already felt distant and surreal, as if it didn't happen at all. But, it was real, and Daddy took her aside, and she had to recount everything that happened in vivid detail. She left nothing out, not even the part where she'd been forced to masturbate for Mr. Simmons and his son with his friend, and how they'd all taken turns eating her out.
When she got to that part, her dad seemed rather taken aback and quiet for a while, like he was having second thoughts about this whole thing, and for a moment Polly felt a flash of hope that he would see how ridiculous this all was and call it off. Or was it hope? She could feel herself getting aroused just from telling Daddy about the things that happened and reliving the memory. Yes, it had all been unbearably degrading, but there was something deeply satisfying about the whole experience, too. She could no longer try to deny it. She did not understand why she was like that. She craved being the center of attention and being told what to do, even when it made her uncomfortable. It would be a shame if that all ended so soon after it began. She stood in front of her dad in the living room, hands behind her head as expected, her small breasts jutting out, her stomach in knots, and waited for him to say something.
After a long silence, Daddy finally spoke. "Do you see now why we have to be so strict with you? This is what happens when you let your horny little pussy take control of your actions. You don't have any self-control, and if we don't teach you some discipline, you're going to end up getting yourself into a whole lot of trouble. You're lucky Mr. Simmons had the decency to stop when he did."
"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry." Polly didn't know what else to say. She was sorry, but she also wasn't. She couldn't stop thinking about what could have happened if Mr. Simmons had decided to let it go further. She wouldn't have been able to stop him, but she was not entirely sure that she wanted to. It was all so confusing.
"So you masturbated without my permission. You came, multiple times. Without my permission," her dad said.
"But, Daddy, Mr. Simmons said... I couldn't... He made me do it," Polly stammered.
"Is Mr. Simmons your father, or am I?"
"You are."
"Then you are not to cum unless I say so. I don't care if someone else makes you do it. If it's without my permission, you'll get punished. Get over my lap," Dad said, sitting down on the couch. Polly obeyed, bending over her father's knees and positioning herself for yet another spanking. He didn't waste any time and started smacking her already sore butt with his bare hand.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"OWWW! Oww-oww!"
The spanks were hard, fast, and to the point. Polly squirmed and kicked her legs wide open, waiting for Daddy to reach between them and touch her pussy, but he didn't. He just held her in a tight grip and spanked her without a word.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Finally, he stopped and pushed her off him. Polly stood up and resisted rubbing her burning butt. Instead, she got back in position and looked at her father with blurred eyes. The stinging heat seemed to spread from her bottom across her entire body, and she could feel a droplet of lubrication already sliding down the inside of her leg. Could her father tell how horny she was? Of course, he could. He could tell everything. She wanted to beg him to touch her there, to rub the itch away and make her cum, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
Daddy got up, and he looked at her with a strange expression on his face. He stepped closer and wrapped his large arms around her, pulling her naked body into a tight embrace. Polly was taken by surprise, but she wrapped her arms around him too, burying her face in his chest. Her dad smelled nice. Comforting. He towered over her like a giant, and she could feel his hard-on somewhere below her ribcage. Then his hands roamed down her body, stroking her back, her butt and legs. When he squeezed her ass cheeks, Polly couldn't help but moan. She was aching for more.
"You liked getting your pussy eaten by Bill Simmons." It wasn't a question.
A shiver ran through Polly, and wetness pooled between her thighs, shameful and uninvited. Yes, she did. She'd have never imagined that her first oral sex experience would be with someone like that. He was an old man and not a very handsome one, but it was hot and naughty, and his tongue made her cum like a fire hose. It was shameful and humiliating to admit it, especially to her father, but there was no point in denying it.
"Yes, Daddy," she gasped. "I did. I mean, it would have been better with someone else, like my boyfriend, but—" Saying the word boyfriend was a mistake, Polly quickly realized, but it was too late to take it back.
Her father pushed her away and looked hard into her eyes. "Your boyfriend? You have a boyfriend? Since when?"
"No! I don't. I just meant, you know, if I had one," Polly stammered. "Just, you know, someone my age. Or you, Daddy." It slipped out, she didn't even know how. Why would she say that? She wasn't thinking, and the words tumbled out before she could stop them. She could see the shock on her dad's face, and she wanted to die from embarrassment. However, the image of her father's head between her legs and his tongue lapping away at her pussy was suddenly so vivid in her mind that she gasped as if it actually happened. More than that, she could tell that the idea was now also playing out in her dad's mind, and her eyes instinctively darted down to the undeniable outline of his large, hard cock stretching his pants.
Daddy's expression softened, and a sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He seemed to like the idea. Then he cleared his throat, but his eyes stayed locked on her. "Don't be silly, Polly. I am your father." He paused, as if trying to convince himself more than her. "You have no idea what you're wishing for, young lady. Don't say things like that." He sighed and then pulled her back in for a hug.
"It's okay, honey. I know you're confused, and this whole ordeal is... a lot. You're my little girl, and I love you," Daddy said, kissing the top of her head. Then he stepped back. "Now, enough of this. We pushed you hard today. You may go to your room and just... be yourself. Take it easy for a while."
Polly didn't know what to say. She just nodded and walked to the stairs, but before she could start climbing them, her dad called out to her. "And Polly. No touching yourself. You know that, right?"
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Gary watched his daughter's naked form as she ascended the stairs, the gentle sway of her small, reddened cheeks a hypnotic vision burned forever into his retinas. Her words echoed in the cavern of his skull. "Or you, Daddy." The phrase was like a lit match dropped into a tank of gasoline. God, he was hard. Every instinct, every primitive, caveman impulse screamed at him to follow her, to throw her down onto the bed and—No. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the image. Then he imagined Emma instead. Was that any better? The blonde beauty had a little more shape to her, more of a woman's curve, but she, too, was a thirteen-year-old child. At least, she was not his daughter. He could imagine himself spreading those lovely, long legs and driving hard into her tight little pussy. He could just—No. No. No. He looked down at the obscene bulge in his jeans; something had to be done about it before he lost his mind.
He found Elena in the basement, ironing a stack of shirts while she watched some mindless daytime show on the second TV. She looked up as he came down the steps. "Well? How is she?"
"She survived," he said. He came up behind his wife and pressed himself against her, grinding his hard-on against the soft curve of her back. She immediately stiffened and then leaned back into him as she set the iron down.
"Oh," she said, turning her head to the side. "Someone got worked up."
"You're not going to believe what happened," he said, nuzzling her neck, and he slid his hands around to cup her breasts. His wife might be petite, but her tits were a modest handful, not like the little bumps on Polly's chest. He squeezed them, and Elena moaned.
"She got to Bill Simmons's place, and the fucker made her spread herself for him and masturbate. And then she got fingered and eaten out by Bill and his son and some friend of his."
Gary waited for a reaction. He expected outrage, that primal protective instinct of a mother to kick in. Instead, Elena simply wiggled her butt against him and arched her back.
"You sent her there. Simmons is a pig. What else did you expect?" Elena turned to face him, her hands coming up to stroke his chest. What do you think?"
"I don't know. As a father, I guess I should be furious. I should go there and break his jaw," Gary said. "But, I just felt—"
"Jealous?
"Maybe," he said. "She told me she came, like, a bunch of times. And when I spanked her for it, she almost came again. You know, she even said she wished it was me."
The corner of Elena's mouth quirked. "Did she? You see, I'm not that surprised. She takes after her mother." Her hands dropped to the buckle of Gary's belt. "You're hard as a rock, babe. The thought of your little girl getting her pussy eaten by another man really did it for you, didn't it?"
"I can't help it," he said, his breath hitching when his wife unzipped his jeans and freed him.
"Of course not," she said and wrapped her fingers around Gary's thick shaft. "I don't think I've ever told you, but when my father found out that I was sleeping around and almost got myself pregnant, he took me to the shed and used a razor strap on me until he couldn't lift his arm anymore. My butt was all welted and burning, but I didn't hate him. No. I wished he'd just go ahead and stick it in me. But he never did." She gave Gary a knowing smile and slowly pumped his cock. "So what do you want? Do you want to eat your daughter's pussy?"
"Right now I just want you to eat my dick," Gary growled and pushed Elena to her knees. The sudden warmth of her mouth on him was heaven. He needed that. He tangled his fingers in her hair and pushed, and she took him deep, her tongue swirling around the underside. He gripped Elena's head tighter, fucking her face harder until she gagged. It had been quite some time since Elena last took him all the way down. He let out a guttural groan and thrust himself into her throat, savoring the feeling of her constricting muscles as she fought for air. Something powerful and dangerous had been set free in the house, and he wasn't entirely sure he could control it even if he wanted to. He looked down at his wife's beautiful face and then, for a split second, he imagined Polly looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes while he pumped a hot stream of cum straight into her belly.
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By dinnertime, Polly had adjusted to being naked in front of Mom and Dad, and the hard lacquered wood of the dining room chair against her bare, sore butt didn't even feel that weird anymore. She couldn't help but feel the thrill coursing through her, making her more excited than she'd ever been. The new rules were insane and humiliating at first, but they also had a strange allure, and she wondered what was coming next. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that being punished was really turning her on, and the fact that she was not allowed to masturbate without permission was turning out to be the worst punishment of all.
She found herself thinking about Mr. Simmons and the other men, and the way they'd looked at her and touched her, and it sent a delicious shiver down her spine. She was tempted to just close her eyes and let her fingers drift down between her legs, but she knew she couldn't. Daddy promised to punish her again before bedtime, and maybe he'd finally touch her where she wanted him to, maybe he'd even make her cum. For now, she had to wait, be a good girl, and keep her hands away from her pussy.
Her parents acted like nothing out of the ordinary was happening, like having their teenage daughter sitting completely naked at dinner was the most natural thing in the world. They sat at the table and had the same mundane conversation as any other day.
"We're almost out of milk," Mom said.
"We can pick some up at the store tomorrow," Dad said between bites.
"And cereal. Oh, and we need butter."
"Just write it all down so we don't forget."
Polly didn't pay much attention to what they were saying. She was too busy thinking about what would happen after dinner. She'd get spanked again, for sure, and her dad would inspect her holes. When he inspected her in the morning, she found the experience utterly humiliating, but now she couldn't wait for him to do it again. She squeezed her thighs together under the table, trying to quell the throbbing between her legs. She had to be patient. She'd get what she wanted, eventually.
After dinner, while Dad was on the couch watching TV, Polly helped Mom with the dishes and cleaning up in the kitchen, and then she went to stand as she was supposed to stand, with her hands behind her head and legs apart, facing the corner of the living room. Her parents kept ignoring her for the longest time, pretending to be absorbed by the TV show, but Polly could see them out of the corner of her eye, making out. Her dad's hand disappeared down the front of Mom's yoga pants, and Mom's head fell back as she gasped. Polly heard whispering, and Mom giggled and glanced toward her and whispered something back. She could only imagine what they were talking about. Her. They were talking about her.
"Alright, get over there on your knees and elbows," Dad finally said.
Polly obeyed, getting into position on the rug in front of the TV and looking back. Dad had his hand in Mom's panties and was now openly rubbing her between her legs.
"Don't look at me, look ahead," Dad said. "Spread those legs wider and arch your back. You've been dying to touch that slutty little pussy of yours all day, haven't you?"
"Yes," Polly said.
"I didn't hear you."
"Yes, sir," she repeated louder. "I've been wanting to touch my pussy all day." It was embarrassing to admit it in front of her parents, and yet, it made her even hornier. She wanted to cum so badly it hurt.
"That pussy belongs to us now. You understand?" her dad said.
"Yes, sir."
"Good," he said. "Now's the time to do it. You may play with yourself."
"Thank you, sir."
Polly reached back with her right hand and began rubbing herself. She was so wet that her fingers slipped and slid on her smooth, bald mound. She had to press harder to get any friction. Her hips began to rock back and forth, grinding against her fingers as the pleasure built. She plunged a finger inside her pussy, pumping it in and out while her parents watched. She put on a show, just like she had been doing for the boys on her phone, but now the audience was her own mother and father. She could feel the naughty heat spreading through her, making her dizzy.
"Pull on your nipples with your other hand," her dad said.
Polly obeyed, whimpering as she pinched her sensitive tits. With both her hands now occupied, she had to rest her weight on her cheek, squashed flat against the coarse rug. She was completely exposed and vulnerable, and the position forced her to arch her back even more, presenting herself to her parents in the most wanton way imaginable.
"I think she's about to cum, Gary," her mom said. "Look at her go."
Dad got up and knelt behind Polly, so close she could smell him and feel the warmth of his body radiating towards her. "Careful now," he said. "I want you right on the brink of orgasm, but you are not to cum. Do you hear me? Not without my permission."
Polly's fingers froze, and she let out a desperate whine. "Please, Daddy... I'm so close."
"I know. But I said not yet." He put his hand on the small of her back and pushed, forcing her even deeper into the submissive pose. "Now, I'm going to spank you. Keep playing with that little cunt, but no cumming before I say you can."
"Dad, please..."
THWACK!
Her father's hand came down hard on her already bruised cheeks, and Polly let out a yelp. It hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt, the kind that made her toes curl. She resumed rubbing her slit, consciously avoiding the most sensitive spot, trying to hold herself back, but Daddy's spanks alone seemed to push her closer and closer to the edge.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The spanks came one right after another, each one sending shockwaves through her. She was so close it was agonizing. "Please... please..." she begged, her fingers frantically working her quim.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Getting your ass spanked while your mommy watches you finger yourself. You're a shameless little slut, just like her," her dad said, his own breath growing ragged.
"Yes, Daddy! I'm a slut. I'm your slut. Please, can I cum now?" Polly cried out.
THWACK!
"No. Not yet," he said, and then he drove a finger straight into her asshole.
Polly shrieked as the new sensation ripped through her and stacked on top of everything else. He had done that to her earlier in the day, but now he was twisting and turning his finger inside her while his other hand continued to rain down on her butt. The slaps were interspersed with the wet sounds her own pussy made as she frantically fingered herself. It was a delirium.
"Daddy, please!"
"Please what? You want me to stop?"
"No!" she gasped. "Don't stop."
"Then what do you want? Tell me."
"Make me cum. Please, make me cum," she sobbed.
Her dad chuckled. "Begging so sweetly. A real daddy's girl, aren't you?" He withdrew his finger from her ass, leaving a sudden emptiness in its wake. Polly whined at the loss, unconsciously pushing her hips back in a silent plea.
"Alright," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Since you asked so nicely."
Polly risked a glance back. Her mother was sitting on the edge of the couch, one leg tucked beneath her, the other stretched out. Her yoga pants and panties were pulled down to her knees, and one of her own hands was buried between her legs, her fingers pumping furiously into her pussy. In her other hand, she held a phone, pointed right at Polly with her dad, recording them.
Then Polly felt it. A hot, wet pressure against her sensitive skin. Her father's tongue. He flattened his tongue and lapped from her clit all the way to her puckered hole in one long, slow stroke, tasting her. A strangled gasp tore from Polly's throat. Her fingers stilled as her mind went blank, overwhelmed by the sensation. He did it again, and again. His hands gripped her reddened cheeks, holding her skinny ass open. Each of his palms was large enough to cover an entire cheek, and he squeezed and massaged them as he devoured her.
Polly's entire world shrank to the wet heat of her father's mouth on her most private place. His stiff tongue plunged into her pussy, and while he did that, he continued to rain down hard spanks on her ass with alternating hands. It was a perfect, confusing storm that battered her senses. Pain and pleasure, humiliation and desire, all blurred into one raw nerve. She bucked against him, shamelessly grinding her pussy against her dad's face as she neared the precipice.
"Daddy, I'm... I'm... oh God..." The rest of the words were incomprehensible nonsense, lost in the pounding of blood in her ears as her cheek rubbed raw against the carpet.
"Let her have it, Gary," her mother's voice floated over them. "She's earned it."
"Okay, babygirl. Cum for Daddy." He sucked her clit into his mouth, nibbling and flicking it with his tongue against his teeth, and that was it. Polly's body went rigid, her back arching violently as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. A high-pitched wail tore from her throat while her pussy gushed, flooding her father's face. She came harder than she ever remembered cumming—a mind-bending, universe-shattering orgasm that left her shaking. When he finally pulled away, she collapsed limp and whimpering onto the carpet.
Look at that. Just like Mommy," her dad said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A moment later, she heard her mom moan, and then another cry of release. Dad stood back up and walked to where Mom sat on the couch. It took Polly a few moments to recover, and when she looked up, her parents were kissing deeply, sharing the taste of their daughter's teenage pussy.
"Go take a shower, Polly, and go to bed. And no touching yourself. Understood?" her dad said.
"Yes, sir," Polly said and pulled herself up on wobbly legs. She glanced at her parents, but they were already ignoring her again, lost in each other. Polly quickly turned away and went up to the bathroom.
As she stepped under the hot spray and ran her soapy hands over her skin, her hand drifted down between her legs without thinking. She stopped herself just in time. She was so used to masturbating in the shower that she did it automatically. Now she couldn't. She had to be careful now. She would surely get in trouble if Daddy caught her, and she didn't want that. Or did she? Another spanking, maybe another orgasm. The thought made the butterflies in her stomach start dancing again. She forced herself to finish washing quickly, and then got out and dried herself, wrapping the towel around her hair as she brushed her teeth. She heard her parents downstairs, and it was clear they were already fucking.
Polly left the bathroom and listened for a while before going to her room. There was no escaping it. Her bedroom had no door and no privacy, and her parents made no effort to be quiet. She lay on her side, facing the wall, and tried to sleep, but the sounds were impossible to ignore. She could picture them in her mind, and the image made her all tingly again. Her hands ached to touch herself, but she fought the urge and squeezed her legs together instead.
Sleep wouldn't come for a long, long time. Then her parents climbed the stairs, laughing their way to their room. They didn't bother closing the door, and Polly could hear them as clear as if they were in the room with her.
"Bend over, girl," her dad commanded in a rough, dominant tone.
"Ooh, yes, sir," Mom replied with a giggle.
Polly heard a sharp slap, and then another as Dad began spanking her mom's ass. They were no playful swats, but real, hard cracks, judging by Mom's yelps. He had to be using his belt or something. Polly's heart hammered in her chest as she listened on. Was Dad punishing Mom, too, or were they just playing? The sounds went on for a while, and Polly could hear Mom's cries turn to moans of pleasure.
"Greedy little slut," Dad said. "You want it? You'll get it."
"Yes, Daddy. Spank me harder. Fuck my naughty little ass, Daddy," Mom moaned.
"God. I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he growled. The bed frame began to creak in a steady rhythm, and Polly could hear their bodies slapping together.
"Take it in the ass, babygirl. Take it, Polly."
Polly's breath hitched. Did he just call her Polly? He did. Her dad was fucking her mother in the ass while pretending he was fucking her. She squeezed her thighs tighter, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but it was no use. The throbbing between her legs became unbearable. She reached for her trusted Teddy and rolled onto it, grinding her clit against its nose like so many times before. The relief was immediate, and she let out a soft moan as she rode her bear, listening to her parents fucking. She knew she wasn't supposed to masturbate, but she couldn't help it. Her fingers crept between her cheeks and found her butthole, probing it as she imagined her dad's cock filling it.
The orgasm was small and quick compared to the one she'd had earlier, but it still left Polly breathless and ashamed of herself. She could hear the labored grunts of her father's release, and the sounds from the next room started to die down. Finally, the house was quiet, and Polly hoped she'd be able to get some much needed sleep. Then, suddenly, the light came on.
Her father stood in the doorway, naked save for a pair of boxers, with his hair disheveled and his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He narrowed his eyes and studied Polly's face for a long moment.
"You did it, didn't you?" he said.
"No, Daddy. I didn't," Polly lied before she could think.
"Swear to me."
"I swear." She did her best to look her father in the eye, but she was sure he could hear the lie in her voice.
He just looked at her. "Okay," he finally said, and flipped the switch. The room fell dark again, leaving only his hulking silhouette in the doorway, until that too was gone.
MGS wrote: Tue Nov 10, 2026 6:02 pm
Amazing chapter! I really hope you have a chapter 5 surprise drop soon!
Thanks!
I have the events of chapter 5 roughly plotted, but there's no telling how long it will take me to get it completed. (Hopefully less than two months. )
MGS wrote: Tue Nov 10, 2026 6:02 pm
Amazing chapter! I really hope you have a chapter 5 surprise drop soon!
Thanks!
I have the events of chapter 5 roughly plotted, but there's no telling how long it will take me to get it completed. (Hopefully less than two months. )
Can we meet in the middle and call it less than a week? Loved the latest chapter.
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