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 A New Daddy for Lizzy: Chapter 7 ( mg, Mg, inc, ped ) 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.  ]



   It was Saturday morning, and Lizzy was in a cocoon of blankets, dozing
comfortably on her stomach when she heard her bedroom door open.  She
snuggled deeper and kept her eyes closed in hopes of being left alone, but
to no avail.  She felt someone sit on the edge of her bed, and when a hand
moved under her blankets and crept up her thigh, she knew it was her
stepfather, Pastor Robert Satterfield.  His pious hand slid along her thigh
and over her twelve year old bottom.

   "Lizzy.  Wake up."

   "Nnggh.  Mmf." She rolled onto her side.

   "Lizzy." His hand rested on her hip for a moment, then gave her a little
shake.  "Elizabeth!"

   "Hmm?  Wha..?" Lizzy's eyes opened slowly.

   "Wake up.  You need to take a shower and get dressed."

   "Bu.." She blinked and focused on his face.  "It's Saturday."

   "Yes, but we have something important to do today.  A member of the
congregation needs our help, and we're going to pay him a visit today.  I
want you to take a shower, groom yourself as a young lady of my household
should, and put on a nice dress."

   Lizzy sat up and stretched her arms with a yawn.  Stumbling out of bed
she made her way to the bathroom, not fully awakening until the hot spray
washed over her face.  After making sure she was squeaky clean from top to
bottom, Lizzy stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel,
then brushed her teeth and did her hair.  Heading to her room to get
dressed, she was surprised her stepfather was still sitting on her bed.

   "Uhhm.  I was gonna get dressed now...?"

   "Which dress are you going to wear?"

   Lizzy pulled a modestly cut blue dress from her closet.  "This one?"

   "Fine.  Come here, please."

   Lizzy was hesitant to approach her stepfather wearing only a towel, but
she knew first hand the kind of punishment disobedience got in this house,
so she walked over and stood in front of him.  Standing, he pulled the
towel off of her.

   "Did you wash everything, even your bottom?"

   She blushed a little.  "Yes, I'm clean."

   "Hmm.  Let's see." His hand moved between her legs, a finger sliding
inside of her.

   Lizzy stood frozen in place as her stepfather inspected her cunny.  Her
cheeks grew red and hot as he slid his finger out of her and licked it.

   "Mmmm.  Turn around, and bend over."

   "But..!  I'm clean, I washed really good!"

   "I said turn around, Lizzy."

   Lizzy turned around, and her stepfather gave her a little shove, bending
her over for his inspection.  When he was satisfied every inch of her was
clean, he picked up the dress and handed it to her.

   " Hurry up, young lady.  I'll be waiting in the car."

   Lizzy slid the dress on and stepped into her shoes, then hurried down to
the car.  She wasn't looking forward to whatever her stepfather had in
mind, but knew things would go better for her if she didn't do too much to
anger him.  Nervous butterflies flittered around in her stomach as they
drove through the residential streets of their small town.  After a few
blocks they pulled into the driveway of a pretty little house she didn't
recognize.

   "Lizzy, we're here to do God's work.  This is important, so you do as
your told, and you show respect and obedience towards me, do you
understand?"

   "I understand."

   They got out of the car and walked up to the front door, which swung
open before they could even knock.

   "Pastor Satterfield, I cannot thank you enough for coming to see us. 
Please come in!"

   They were ushered into the living room and over to a comfortably worn
sofa.  Lizzy, still nervous, perched on the edge, her knees together and
her back straight.  Her eyes roamed the room, but her ears were attuned to
the conversation between her stepfather and their neat-as-a-pin host.  They
were making small talk, but soon came to the point of the visit.

   "Lizzy, this is Mister Fairley.  He's a member of our church and he and
his son need our help.  John, why don't you go get Michael so we can
introduce him to Lizzy and explain what we'll be doing here today."

   Their host left the room and Lizzy squirmed uncomfortably as she heard
raised voices down the hallway.  A few moments later Mister Fairley
reappeared, a sullen looking teen boy following behind him.  Lizzy had to
admire the boy for his brazen attire.  His jeans were snug, tucked into
bright red high tops, and his black t-shirt had the arms removed, showing
off the boy's thin but muscular arms.  His hair was short and black, and
his eyes were dark brown and sad.  Lizzy felt the fluttering move from her
stomach to her chest.

   "Michael this is Pastor Satterfield and his daughter Lizzy.  Robert,
Lizzy, this is my son Michael."

   "Pleased to meet you, Michael." Lizzy's stepfather stood and shook the
boy's hand, but she remained seated.

   "Uh.  Hi." Her voice was small and her smile was shy.

   "Hi." Michael's voice wasn't small or shy, but it wasn't warm either.

   The two adults each sat in a chair, leaving only the seat next to Lizzy
on the sofa.  Michael sat, glancing disinterestedly at Lizzy, then looking
at the floor.

   "So, Michael, your father tells me you're having some trouble with
girls?"

   "You could say that, I guess."

   "Pastor, the problem is that Michael says he doesn't like girls.  He
thinks he's gay."

   "Michael, is that true?  You find yourself attracted to other men?"

   "I know the bible says it's wrong, but I just don't like girls.  I have
these feelings for guys, but I don't act on them.  I won't go to hell as
long as I don't do anything with a guy, right?" He sounded desperate.

   "Well, Michael, have you ever been with a girl?  Kissed or hugged a
girl? Maybe you like girls but you don't know it yet.  That's why we're
here today.  Lizzy is going to help you overcome your fear of girls.  It's
called peer counseling, she's here to listen to you and to help you,
without judgment."

   Michael just looked at Lizzy, his eyes watery and sad.  Part of Lizzy
was angry for being offered up like a sacrifice, but another part of her
felt sorry for him, and wanted to help.

   "Michael, have you ever kissed a girl?"

   "No."

   "Well, why don't you give Lizzy a kiss?"

   Michael leaned over and gave Lizzy a small peck on the lips.  His cheeks
turned red and he immediately moved back to his corner of the sofa.  Lizzy
slid over next to him.  She gently turned his face towards her and lay her
lips against his, softly at first, then with more pressure.  Her tongue
slid out along his lower lip, and she moved her arms around his neck as her
mouth slanted against his, opening slightly while her tongue explored his
lips.  The boy's mouth was slow to respond, but eventually Lizzy felt his
tongue shyly moving against hers.  A thrill shot through her as Michael
deepened their kiss, and she could feel herself getting damp.  After a few
minutes of heavy kissing, the two moved apart.

   "Michael..  Did you enjoy that?"

   "Well, yeah, she's a great kisser..."

   "Good, good.  Why don't you take off your pants and underwear, and Lizzy
will give you a blow job."

   "What?  Huh?"

   "Take off your pants so Lizzy can give you a blow job.  You'll enjoy it,
she's very good."

   "Pastor, I'm not comfortable with that.  I'd really rather not."

   "Michael, it's okay.  Your father and I will go in the other room, all
you have to do is relax.  Let us know when you're finished."

   Pastor Satterfield and Mister Fairley left Lizzy and Michael alone in
the living room.  Lizzy put her hand on his shoulder.

   "It's okay if you don't like me, you can just close your eyes and
pretend I'm someone else."

   "No, it isn't that..  It's just...  I'm so damned confused.  I do like
you, but I like guys too...  I don't know what's wrong with me."

   Lizzy smiled and kissed his cheek, then slid to her knees in front of
him.  Blushing only slightly, her heart pounding in her chest, she undid
his jeans and peeled them, along with his underwear, down his legs. 
Michael sat passively watching her while she wrapped a hand around his
semi-erect member, her clever little tongue dancing over him.  Lizzy
grinned as he stiffened in her hand, then gradually she took him into her
mouth.  Her warm lips glided slowly up and down the shaft of his cock, his
balls resting in her hand.  Little by little she built up speed, sucking
and licking his sensitive flesh, and after a few moments he erupted into
her mouth.  Lizzy was surprised by the amount of semen spurting down her
throat, and she swallowed, but not before some of the boy's sticky white
cum dribbled out onto her lips.

   Lizzy sat back and licked her lips, then wiped her mouth with the back
of her hand.  Michael's face was red as he pulled up his pants.

   "You're..  you're good at that."

   "Oh, uh, thanks."

   They sat in tense silence for what seemed like an eternity before Mr. 
Fairley and Pastor Satterfield returned.

   "So, how did it go, Michael?" Mr.  Fairley asked eagerly.

   "Uh.  Fine." His face was scarlet.

   "These things take time, they've only just met.  Why don't you two come
by my office next week after church services?  Michael and Lizzy can spend
some more time together and you and I can discuss a few things."

   "That sounds great, Pastor.  Thank you so much.  Oh, and, Lizzy, thank
you for helping Michael, we appreciate it very much."

   Lizzy wasn't sure how to respond, so she just smiled.  On the way home
Lizzy couldn't sit still.  Her panties were damp and she kept fidgeting
around.

   "Elizabeth!  What's the matter with you?  Sit still!"

   "Sorry." Blushing a little, she squirmed again.

   "So help me, if you don't stop, I'm going to pull this car over and give
you a spanking right on the side of the road."

   "I'm SORRY."

   Her stepfather glared at her sideways.  Lizzy squeezed her thighs
together and kept still, but after a minute or two she squirmed again.  Her
furious stepfather came to a stop at the next intersection, reached over
and shoved Lizzy's legs wide apart.  His hand moved under her dress,
touching her wet panties.

   "I see what the problem is!  You keep your legs open just like that
until we get home, young lady."

   Lizzy sighed, the throbbing in her clit making her antsy.  Her hands
planted on the seat flexed, and she bit her bottom lip.  Looking out the
window she tried to mentally recite all of the state capitols, conjugate
verbs, even do math equations, but nothing could get her mind off of the
ache between her legs.  The second the car stopped in the driveway she
bolted out the door and up to her room.  When her stepfather came in two
minutes later, he found Lizzy laying on her bed, legs spread, with her hand
in her panties, frantically rubbing her clit.

   "ELIZABETH!  You stop that this instant!"

   Lizzy whimpered and pulled her hand out of her panties, her cheeks
turning pink.

   Stalking over to the bed, Pastor Satterfield pulled off his
stepdaughter's soaking wet panties.

   "Don't you ever touch yourself that way unless I tell you to, do you
understand me!?"

   "I'm..  sorry, I...  it's just..."

   "DO you understand ME?

   "Yes, Daddy."

   "Good.  Now you lay there with your legs open and so help me God if you
touch that clit you will regret it!"

   Lizzy lay on her back, desperate for release.  Her pussy was puffy and
wet, hungry for a touch, a caress, anything!  Unable to stay still, her
hips wiggled and she squirmed, her hands itching to reach down and touch
the source of her torture.

   Watching Lizzy squirm in anguish made his cock stiffen.  His eyes
remained glued on her lithe body, the subtle twitching movements of her
hips and her quick, shallow breathing letting him know his little girl was
ready to take his cock.

   "What do you need, Lizzy?"

   She looked up at him, her eyes pleading.  "Can I touch?"

   "No."

   "Please?"

   "No, Lizzy.  What do you need?"

   "I..  I don't know.."

   His clothes came off slowly, each piece folded and stacked neatly on top
of her dresser.  "I think you do know.  Daddy wants to take care of you,
sweetheart, but I have to know what you need first."

   Lizzy whimpered, turning her head, unable to look at him standing there
naked and erect.  Her whole body on fire, her cheeks turning red as a small
droplet of her wetness dripped down.  Her stepfather moved closer to her,
sitting on the edge of the bed.  He lay his big, warm hand on her lower
abdomen, just above where she wanted it.

   "Elizabeth.  Stop squirming and tell Daddy what you need, honey."

   Her voice came out in a strained whisper.  "I need to cum."

   One of his fingers trailed down the soft skin along her outer pussy. 
"Good girls ask nicely, don't they?  And good girls get to cum." He leaned
down, his tongue flicking over her nipple, his lips pressing softly against
her neck before his warm breath tickled her ear.  "Are you my good girl,
Lizzy?"

   Arching her back, Lizzy was on the verge of tears.  "I'll be good,
Daddy, but please, please can I cum?"

   Climbing on top of her, he slid his thick cock into the dripping wet
sheath of her hot little body.  Lizzy moaned softly as he entered her, her
fingers reaching down for her clit.  His grin was wicked as he stopped her
hand.

   "Tsk, tsk.  No touching your clit, Lizzy."

   She whimpered, arching against him as he slid his hand up the back of
her neck, grabbing her roughly by the hair at her nape.  His other hand
held her firmly by the waist while he ever-so-slowly slid his manhood in
and out of her tight little hole.  She worked her hips against him, trying
to get some pressure against her clit, but he quickly caught on.  Leaning
back, changing the angle at which he penetrated her, he grinned like the
devil.

   "Remember, Lizzy, only good little girls get to cum.  Now tell Daddy how
you feel."

   Her head thrashed from side to side, her whole body aching with the need
for release, her clit was throbbing and hard, her hole dripping as he
filled her.  "Daddy, please..  Oh..  It feels so good but it hurts and I
want to cum, please?"

   "Where does it hurt, baby?"

   "My clit, Daddy, please...  please..." Her eyes closed tightly as she
writhed beneath him.

   "Who do you want to make you cum, Lizzy?"

   "You, Daddy!"

   "Who owns your pussy, baby?"

   "You do, oh, God, please, Daddy?  PLEASE?"

   Pulling out of her, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees,
teasing her hole with the tip of his cock.  Lizzy's hands fisted tightly in
the sheets, a low, keening moan torn from her throat as her stepfather's
rigid member parted her little pink lips and sunk deep inside of her.  Her
knees spread wider apart as her body stretched to accommodate his girth,
and he leaned over her, rocking his hips and grinding into her tight pussy.


   Lizzy ground her ass back against him, groaning "Daddyyyy pleaaase."

   "Mmm, yesss, baby girl.  It's almost time.  Such a good girl for your
Daddy."

   Running a hand up her side, he pulled her hair, then flipped it out of
the way to bite down on the back of her neck.  With his chest pushing her
into the mattress, his hand made its way down over her flat stomach,
cupping her sex from the front while he penetrated her from behind. 
Pressing down against her clit he ground hard into her, and the pressure
and weight of him barely held Lizzy down as she screamed, convulsing
beneath him, moaning loudly as each muscle in her body contracted and her
whole being was filled with wave after wave of hot, liquid pleasure.  Lizzy
bucked and shuddered beneath her stepfather, and the contracting walls of
her molten hot pussy caressed his cock so tightly he slammed into her one
last time, exploding into her little body, filling her so full with his cum
it flooded out of her.

   Lifting up off of her, but remaining buried inside, he slowly stroked
her back.  "There's my good girl." Feeling a little flutter in her pussy,
he grinned and thrust against her.  "That's it, darling.  One more time,
for Daddy."

   Lizzy trembled, shifting her legs open wider, taking his cock as deep
into her pussy as she was able, while simultaneously pressing her sensitive
little clit against the bed, rocking her hips and whimpering.

   "You can do it, sweetheart.  You're my good girl, aren't you baby?  Now
cum for Daddy."

   Arching her back, she moaned loudly, bucking her hips as another orgasm
wracked her body.

   "Good girl, Lizzy.  Daddy's so proud of you, baby." His hands slowly and
softly made their way down her sides to her hips, then held her firmly in
place while he gingerly withdrew from her and stood up.  "Now come lick my
cock clean."

   Lizzy lay still for a moment, then moved to kneel in front of her
stepfather.  Looking up at him, she blushed, mumbled "Thank you for letting
me cum, Daddy" and proceeded to lick their mingled juices off of his
softening cock.  Once she had cleaned his cock with her tongue, he smiled
down at her and got dressed.  As he was leaving the room, he paused with
his hand on the doorknob.  "Lizzy?  You'd better hurry and wash up, you
know being late for dinner is not tolerated in this home."

   While she was putting her clothes on, Lizzy wondered how late she'd have
to be to warrant a spanking...

   [ to be continued...  ]



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