A New Daddy for Lizzy: Chapter 2  (Mg, inc, ped, nc)  by Aden East 



The following story is erotic in nature and should not be viewed by anyone under 18, or those who are offended by such material.  




	I was in the shower, letting the hot spray scald my skin clean when I heard her. My new stepsister, Sarah Sue, was a screamer.
	"Ohhhh Daddy! Daaaddddyyyyyyy! Daddy! Lizzy is in the shower and she won't come out and we're going to be late for school!"
	"Lizzy! Hurry it up!"
	Reluctantly I finished my shower and got dressed in my new school uniform. In New Jersey I didn't have to wear a school uniform because I went to public school, but since my mom remarried and we moved to Georgia I've started going to a private girl's academy. It wasn't even the whole uniform that bothered me. I could deal with the plain white shirt, knee socks, even the clunky black shoes, but what bothered me was the skirt. I hate skirts, and this one... this pleated, navy blue, hideous skirt, well it just sucked. I mean, I'm twelve, I should be able to wear pants.
	I trudged downstairs, fully intending to tell my mom all about what happened the night before, but there she was in the kitchen making me pancakes with the happiest look on her face I'd ever seen. The words dried up on my tongue.
	"Morning, Lizzy! It's going to be a great day, I just know it! You're going to love your new school and..."
	She was gushing sunshine. Resigned to keeping the secret a little longer I hugged her and thanked her for the pancakes which I barely tasted on my way out the door. It had been a long time since I'd seen mom happy and all day long, every time I thought about hanging myself with those stupid knee socks, her smiling face would flash through my mind.
	When finally the school day was over I headed down the front steps of Blessed Light Girl's Academy, intending on walking the eight blocks home in blessed silence. Silly me, I forgot about Sarah Sue. Stupid, screaming, snotty, snarky, sniveling Sarah Sue Satterfield. The Stepsister. From hell.
	"Lizzy. LIZZY! Wait!"
	I stopped, even though I really didn't want to. When she caught up with me, her smile was arogant and sweet at the same time. I could've kicked her.
	"Lizzy you should've waited for me at the bottom of the steps. We're supposed to walk home together, Daddy said so. So how was your first day? Did you make any friends? Did you meet any boys you like?" The last said with a snicker.
	"It sucked, no I didn't, and I have no interest in boys thanks."
	Sarah Sue gasped. "Are you a lesbean?"
	"A what?" Did she really just say that?
	"A Lesbeen.. you know, like  Ellen?"
	"No, Sarah Sue, I am not a lesbian. Are you?"
	"Oh gosh, no! I like boys, and I don't think I could kiss a girl that way. I mean, what if our lip glosses mixed up and made a weird color? We'd look silly."
	"Well if you really wanted to kiss a girl you could just kiss her somewhere other than her mouth."
	Sarah Sue squealed and made gagging noises, signaling the end of that discussion. Unfortunately for me, however, she did continue to talk all the way to the front door, which is where I left her in my mad dash to the freedom and silence of my bedroom.
	Once behind my closed door I traded the school uniform for a comfy pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt. I was just about finished with my homework when mom yelled up the stairs that dinner was ready. I decided to finish the last few questions before heading down, but I guess it took longer than I realized because soon I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and then my stepdad was standing in the doorway with a pretty angry look on his face.
	"Elizabeth, your mother called you downstairs fifteen minutes ago. Your dinner is getting cold."
	"Sorry, I was just finishing my homework."
	"The next time your mother or I call for you, you answer us!"
	"Sorry, okay.. geez."
	He grabbed me by the wrist and jerked me up out of the desk chair. The next thing I know, my face is pressed against the wall and my pants are around my ankles.
	"Hey! Ow! I said I was sorry I was just trying..."
	"Be quiet, Elizabeth. I'm tired of your rude behaviour and I will not stand for it in my house!"
	One of his hands was holding my wrists together behind my back, the other hand gripping my waist as he nudged a leg between mine, spreading them wide so that I had to lean forward on the wall or fall over.
	"Do not make a sound. Not a peep, Lizzy." His voice sounded distant and tinny above the roar in my ears.
	The hand that was on my waist slid down over my hip, then up along my inner thigh. He rubbed his fingers against my pussy, then quickly reared back and slapped my ass. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but whimpers still escaped each time his wide palm connected with my bare bottom. After a few well aimed smacks his hand started straying, the blows sometimes landing on my thighs and what lay between them. After a few minutes of this I couldn't keep from crying anymore and I wailed loudly at his abuse. Finally the blows stopped and he let go of my wrists.
	"Lizzy, you start minding your manners in my home. If I have to punish you again you will be very sorry. Now go apologize to your mother and eat your dinner. Don't forget to say grace."
	I stopped in the bathroom to wash the tears from my face, then slunk downstairs to apologise and eat my dinner standing at the kitchen counter. Afterwards I did the dishes and thought about going to my room, but decided to seek safety in numbers and instead watched some tv in the family room with Sarah Sue.
	"Hey Sarah Sue?"
	"Yeah?"
	"When you do something wrong, how does your dad punish you?"
	"He.. well. I don't remember, really. Why?"
	"Oh, I was just curious. So, wait, you never do anything wrong? You never make him mad?"
	"Not since I was really little, and I think then I just got a time out or something."
	"Did he ever.. you know, spank you?"
	She actually laughed. "Of course not, Lizzy. Daddy wouldn't do something like that!"
	"How about, other stuff?"
	"Like what other stuff?"
	"Well like, if you were bad.. did he ever pull down your pants and..."
	"I JUST told you, Lizzy, he never spanked me. The only time he ever pulled down my pants was when I was potty training. Gosh, Lizzy, what are you trying to say?"
	"Nothing, Sarah Sue, I was just curious, that's all."
	"Psht. You're so weird."
	"Yeah, well. Goodnight."
	I made my way cautiously upstairs, trying to make as little noise as possible while I pondered Sarah Sue's reaction to my questions. He really never spanked her? Then why all the corporal punishment for me? A thousand questions raced through my head as I changed into some flannel pajamas. I hopped into bed and tossed and turned, and when I finally fell asleep it would only be for a little while.
	My stepfather's hands woke me up. This time they weren't spanking me, though. I could feel the heat from his fingers through my pajamas as he rubbed my back.
	"Lizzy?" His voice was a ragged whisper. "Lizzy, honey, you awake?"
	I tried to feign sleep but his breath started tickling my ear.
	"Huh? whaa?"
	"Lizzy I'm so sorry." His hands continued their gentle massage on my back. "I didn't mean to punish you so harshly, honey. It's just that you're so different than my little Sarah Sue. She's so polite and you, well you can be so rude. Roll over so you can look at me while I'm talking to you."
	"It's okay, Daddy. Let's just go back to sleep."
	"No, Lizzy, I hurt you and I'm sorry. Is there something I can do to make you feel better?"
	"I'm fine, really. I just want to go back to sleep, okay?"
	"Lizzy, let me give you a hug."
	Eyelids droopy from being half asleep, I sat up and hugged his neck. He smiled warmly and lifted me up, resettling me in his lap with my legs around his waist. I squirmed, trying to get away, but he just hugged me harder.
	"There now, Lizzy, give Daddy a nice big hug. I'm so sorry I hurt you earlier."
	His hands were roaming over my back, pressing me close against his naked chest.
	"It's okay, really. I'm fine. I just want to go ba.."
	His mouth cut off the rest of my sentence, his lips slanting over mine. I tried to lean back but his hand was in my hair, applying just enough pressure to keep my lips against his as he slid his tongue into my mouth. Turning my head to avoid his kiss, I gasped in air. Then his mouth was on my neck, kissing and nibbling. I tried to move away but only succeded in rocking against him.
	"Mmmm you like that, Lizzy? Let's get those pj's off, honey."
	"No! I mean, Daddy, please I want to go to sleep. I'm tired."
	He ignored my request, unbuttoning my pajama shirt and sliding it off my arms. The cold air on my skin was a shock, and my small pink nipples puckered to life. His mouth was curved in a smile as he lifted me to it, the almost searingly hot feel of his tongue against me causing me to whimper quietly.
	"Daddy, please, I'm so sleepy."
	"Shhh."
	His mouth moved to my other nipple, teasing it with his tongue and nibbling on it gently. Trying a new strategy, I went limp in his arms, but it only encouraged him. He held me like a baby as he stripped away my pajamas and his, then resettled me on his lap. The thin white cotton of my panties did nothing to shield me from the heat of his throbbing erection, and he pressed it firmly against me. Realizing he had no underwear on I whined but he only kissed me silent again.
	His huge hands were once again on my bottom, this time rocking my white panties against his hard cock, his precum making them translucent. His kisses got sloppier as they wound their way down my neck and over my chest. He used his teeth often, making little red nibble marks on my smooth skin.
	"Daddy! This is wrong. Please stop!"
	"Lizzy, you must honor your mother and father. Now be quiet honey, we don't want to wake Sarah Sue."
	He gave me an idea. Sarah Sue was next door, surely if I made enough racket it would wake her? I started struggling against his hands.
	"Stop! Daddy! I don't want you to touch me there! STOP!"
	Instead of stopping he pushed me over, pinning me to the bed with his weight and using a hand to cover my mouth.
	"Elizabeth you listen closely. I'm your father. You'd better start behaving like an obedient daughter or I'm going to do something very bad, do you hear me? Now be my good little girl and keep quiet."
	His body moved away and I took a deep breath, glad it was over.. but I was wrong. His form was silhouetted in the moonlight streaming through the window, and I could see his enormous cock pointing at me. I whimpered as he pulled me off the bed onto my knees infront of him, one of his hands tangling itself into my hair. He grabbed his cock and guided my mouth towards it, but when my lips wouldn't open for him he rubbed it against my cheek.
	"Lizzy, open up, honey."
	Tears sprang from my eyes as the head of his cock, sticky with precum, pushed against my mouth. I shook my head no, and he used his cock to smack my face, first one cheek then the other. Again he pushed against my mouth, this time pulling my hair.	 When my mouth opened to say "Ow!" he shoved a good six inches of cock into it. I gagged, and he pulled most of it out, but only for a couple seconds before sliding it back in, this time all eight inches. I could feel my throat muscles contracting around his shaft, and he moaned softly. I was drooling a little, but it only served to lubricate the forced entry of his penis into my twelve year old mouth.
	His precum was tangy and salty and I could smell a slight musky scent eminating from his pubic hair as it tickled my nose. Finally my mind switched off, my throat relaxing as he used his hands on the back of my head to steady me while he slid slowly between my lips and over my tongue.  Over and over his cock bumped the back of my throat, my gag reflex giving him the pleasure of constricting muscles around his sensitive prick.
	"Mmmm, that's a good girl, Lizzy. Suck on it for me, Sweetie."
	Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought "just get it over with already." I started sucking as best I could, my airflow interrupted every time he forced his cock into my mouth. Something was changing, he was moving faster and the hands on the back of my head were tensing in my hair. Curious as to what new hell he had in store for my poor abused throat, I looked up at the very moment he glanced down. His eyes grew wide and he pulled my head forward hard, shoving my nose into his abdomen and cutting off my air. He groaned loudly, holding me fiercely in place as I struggled against him, desperate for breath. Finally he shuddered, cum spurting out of him and into my mouth. After the last load dribbled out he let my head go and I choked and sputtered, cum dripping out of my mouth and onto my chest. I gagged and coughed, trying to force out the sticky white mess and get some air. He smiled and took a pair of panties from a nearby dresser, using them to wipe his cum from my face and chest. I stood there crying while he cleaned me up and hugged me.
	"Don't cry, Lizzy, you were such a good girl for Daddy. You were perfect, honey."
	I glared at him through my tears, reaching down for my pajamas.
	"No no, Lizzy. You don't need those yet."
	I shivered and backed away from him. His smile was sweet and fatherly as he moved closer, trapping me between his body and the wall.
	"It's okay, honey. I won't make you do that again tonight. Let's get those panties off now."
	His hands were gentle but firm, pulling the white cotton down my legs and off my ankles. I blushed and tried to cover myself with my hands, but he moved them away and stepped back, his eyes raking over me.
	"You're so pretty, Lizzy. You're even prettier than my little Sarah Sue. She's a little chubby, but you aren't. Your skin is so soft and your tummy is so flat."
	His hand moved over my belly and up my ribcage, his thumb teasing my nipple erect. I pressed myself as flat against the wall as I could, but he just moved over, his flaccid cock dangling against my stomach as his hands explored my torso. I couldn't look him in the eye anymore, and trying to focus on something behind him, I didn't notice his intention to pick me up until I was already in his arms. Not wanting to fall, I flung my arms and legs around him. He smiled and held me close, walking over to the bed with me.
	He cradled my slight form against his muscular body, first sitting and then laying back on my bed. I could feel his cock steadily growing harder as he shifted me down over it, settling my knees on either side of his hips. Reaching down, he used his fingers to nestle his cock lengthwise against my cunny, my clit resting snugly atop the throbbing head of his member. With his hands on my hips he held me down against him, slowly grinding himself against my baby soft pussy.
	I tried to push his hands away, tried to move off of him, but my struggles got me nowhere. Time slowed down as my stepfather ground his pelvis against mine, his cock rock hard against me. It seemed like forever went by as I sat perched atop him, his hands holding me firmly in place. I wasn't strong enough to fight him off, I didn't know what to do.
	"Daddy, please, please stop."
	He flipped us over, kneeling between my thighs. I could see his cock resting against my leg while he licked his thumb. Using his saliva as a lubricant he started rubbing up and down my slit.
	"Daddy that feels funny."
	"It's okay, Lizzy, Daddy will make it feel better."
	His thumb circled around my clitoris, applying gentle pressure to the sensitive nub. I whimpered in distress as this new sensation turned my insides to liquid. I tried to close my legs, but to no avail. Instead I closed my eyes, unable to look at him while he used his huge hands to manipulate my little pussy. One of his fingers pressed against the entrance to my body, wiggling and finally slipping inside. My hands clenched into fists as the intruding digit worked its way in and out of me, pushing against the small barrier of my virginity. It seemed like each time his finger pushed inside of me the passage was easier.
	Suddenly his finger was gone and I could feel something hot brushing up and down against me. My eyes flew open to see him rubbing his cock along my slit. With one hand spreading me open he guided his member to my little hole, slowly working the head of his cock into me.
	"OW! It hurts! Daddy please stop it hurts!"
	"Shh! Lizzy, Daddy want's his good little girl to be quiet now."
	With a slight forward thrust of his hips, he slid farther into me. The pain was searing as he inched forward, breaking my hymen and filling my small cunny with his huge, throbbing cock. Silent tears ran down the sides of my face and into my ears while he slid into me, only stopping when he could go no further inside me.
	"Ohhh Lizzy!" He moaned. "Mmm baby you feel so good around Daddy's cock!"
	I turned my head away as he looked down, watching himself slide in and out of me. The swollen head of his cock bumped against the back of my pussy over and over as the blood from my broken virginity made it easier for him to move inside me. I lay there limp like a ragdoll while he fucked me, his pace quickening with each thrust. His hands were all over me, on my thighs, my stomach, my flat chest. Soon I was bent in half, Daddy's weight resting on my legs as he thrust into me at a new, more painful angle. I cried out as he pounded against my cervix, every last inch of my pussy filled with his cock. His breath puffed out over my head as he strained to push further into my body, his balls slapping against my behind.
	Finally his weight lifted as he sat back on his haunches, pulling my pussy tightly onto him. I could feel him grinding against me, the tip of his cock pressed firmly to the entrance to my womb. With a loud roar he emptied his seed into me, his hands bruising my hips as he held me tightly to him. I could feel his cum spraying my insides, the heat from his cock branding me. 
	After what seemed like forever he slowly left my body and my bed. He used the already cum-stained panties to clean up my dripping, abused little pussy, then took the panties with him when he left.

	The next day I didn't go to school. I didn't eat. I didn't want to leave my bed, but after seeing how worried my mom was I couldn't pretend to be sick for more than a day. So it was Thursday morning on the way to school that the real nightmare began.
	"Lizzy, I heard you and Daddy last night."
	Silence. Shock. Nausea.
	"I heard everything, Lizzy."
	"Sarah Sue, let me explain, please?"
	"Fine."
	"I.. I don't know why he does it, I told him I didn't want him touching me but he wont stop! It hurt so bad and I told him no but he did it anyway and I didn't know what to do!" Tears welled up in my eyes and my head hung in shame.
	"What? What do you mean touching you? I heard him telling you that you're prettier than me! How did he touch you? Lizzy what are you trying to say!?"
	The secret was out. Sneaky, spying, spiteful Sarah Sue knew.
	
	

[ continued in chapter 3 ]


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Please Note:

This Author does not condone any situation or occurrence in which a child is abused or harmed in any way. 
All stories by Aden East are a work of fiction and any characters contained herein are completely fictitious. 
Any resemblance to persons alive or deceased is completely coincidental.


















	