My Daughter Is Sadie Hawkins
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 4
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4 - We were locked down by Covid. My daughter's heart was broken because she couldn't ask her boyfriend to the Sadie Hawkins dance at the school that was now closed. I told her we'd dress up and have dinner and the dance at home. She found my late wife's favorite, very sexy dress and wore it to the dance. while we were dancing she said had decided to give her virginity to her boyfriend after the dance. And now all she had was me.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy
I didn’t exactly linger around each ridiculously not-injured red spot pulling the duct tape off revealed. But I didn’t just kiss it once and move on. I planted loose-lipped pecks in a circle around it and then on it. At some point her hand came to the back of my head, not to pull me toward her but to just “let me know” she didn’t want me to leave just yet.
There were nine pieces, arranged in a line where the top of the dress bodice was supposed to go. I did the sides first, because after doing the first one and hearing her tell me to kiss it very much better, I knew I was going to be a very bad daddy in the end. So I pulled and kissed on the sides first, working my way around to the front, directly to the top of her right breast. The tape was actually on her breast flesh and it was only an inch away from the areola.
So, when I pulled the tape off of that one I kissed all around it ... which made me kiss the edge of the areola. I spent a lot of time on this “injury” and she did not complain. I went around several times, coming closer and closer to the nipple. Then I did it. I kissed the nipple itself, nipping at it with my lips.
She said, “Ohhhhh,” but that was all. So I kept going and the next time I came around to the nipple I just latched on and sucked it repeatedly. They were gentle sucks, but her reaction made it crystal clear that while Trevor might have gotten his hand on this breast, he didn’t get his mouth on it. Both of her hands came to glide through the hair on the back of my head and she sighed, “Ohhhhh, Daddy, you have to stop that and I’m only going to give you an hour to cease.”
I abandoned the nipple and her hands pulled.
“I didn’t mean it, Daddy,” she complained.
I pulled the pieces of tape on the other side and kissed each one once. I moved quickly to the last piece, which was by her left nipple. She figured it out right away and pulled the last piece herself. Then her hands led my lips onto her left nipple.
I just went back and forth, sucking one for a minute and then going to the other one. She didn’t speak. Her hands made sure I didn’t just stop. Finally I kissed the skin between her breasts and then started kissing upwards. When I got to her neck her head seemed to just fall to one side. That and the soft sounds that I heard from her lips told me she liked this, too, and when I reversed, her head flopped in the other direction.
I kissed up over her chin to her right cheek. I got closer and closer to the corner of her mouth and then stopped. I pulled back and looked into those green eyes.
She did not look worried, or nervous. If anything she had a contented look on her face. When I zeroed in on her lips she just closed her eyes. Our lips met, softly, just brushing at first, but that turned into me nipping her lips with mine, until her hands pulled and I let her have it.
I kissed Caitlin the same way I kissed Sherry. As crazy as it sounds, I felt like Sherry was there, behind me, with her hands on my shoulders. She wasn’t whispering for me to show her daughter how I had made her feel before she died, but that sensation was in my mind. I know I was just trying to rationalize what I was doing, to try to make it less perverted ... less taboo. But I knew that it was a distinct possibility that I was going to snatch and eat her cherry before Trevor could.
I didn’t want to drive her to that with passion, though. After a long, very passionate kiss, I pulled back.
“You pull it up and I’ll slip in the pieces of tape.”
“You’re kidding,” she said.
“No, Miss Sadie, I am not. I promised to take you to dinner and then dance and you know I always honor my promises.”
She looked at me for ten heartbeats and then said, “You know I’ll need help getting out of the dress when the dance is over ... Jethro.”
“I know, Miss Sadie, and I promise to do as good a job at that as I can.”
“You promise?”
I kissed her a long peck and pulled back.
“I promise. I’ll help you get it all the way off, if you need that much help.”
I was giving her all the options. It was Sadie Hawkins day at the Hammerschmidt household and I wanted her to know Sadie was calling the shots.
She pulled the dress up and, reaching inside, touching her breasts much more than was necessary, I slipped a square of Gorilla tape in and pressed it to the dress. When I had a whole line of pieces in, I started pushing, to make the seal against her skin as good as possible. She said nothing while I did this, just watching my hands move here and there. When I leaned back she said, “I need four more pieces.”
“Four more?” I replied.
“Yes. Cut four more pieces, Jethro.”
I did, sticking each to a finger as I got it ready.
“Move back,” she ordered, “but don’t get up.”
I moved my knees away from her and she stood. I looked up to see her testing the grip of the tape.
“This might actually work,” she murmured. Then she looked at me and turned until her back was to me.
“Pull up my skirt,” she said. “All the way up.”
I had no idea what she was doing, but I lifted the skirt to bare her perfect globes.
“I don’t want my dress to fly up and show any other boys too much, so put a piece of tape here,” She reached and touched her right ass cheek with her index finger. “And one here,” she said, moving her left hand to touch the other globe.
Then, holding the front of the dress up, she let me put the tape on her. When I was finished pushing it she turned to face me, skirt still above her hips.
“I don’t want the front to fly up, either. Here,” She touched the skin an inch away from her pussy lips on the left side, “and here,” she said, touching the other side.
I finished and stared at her nether lips. I may have licked my own lips but she dropped the skirt and said, “You can get up, now, Jethro. Now I can dance and not worry about a bunch of strangers finding out that I’m so pore ah doesn’t even have a pair of panties.” She moved from her normal voice to an exaggerated hillbilly impression within that one sentence. I laughed and stood up.
“I want to dance with you, but I promised dinner, first,” I said.
“It just so happens dinner is in the fridge and can be warmed up in the microwave in just three minutes,” she said.
“One minute,” I said. I retrieved the corsage and showed it to her. I had called the florist who said she’d put the corsage by the front door “It’s an orchid,” I said. “A beautiful flower for a beautiful woman.”
“Oh, Daddy,” she sighed. “Nobody ever got me a corsage, before.”
“Ah’ll have to touch you a little to pin it on, Miss Sadie.”
She arched her chest.
The tape was working pretty well. I was only able to get one finger behind the dress, with the back of that finger touching her breast flesh, to pin the flower on her dress. When I was finished, she looked down. When she looked back up, there were tears in her eyes.
“Don’t cry,” I moaned.
“You lied to me,” she whined. “You barely touched me at all!”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Let me make it up to you.” I kissed her and, while I kissed her I reached under the back of her skirt and rubbed her naked buns. The tape there didn’t hold as well and I was able to get two good handfuls of firm cheeks.
She had made tuna casserole – the kind I had been trying to make but screwed up. She had opened a can of asparagus spears and had also baked a loaf of bread.
Ten minutes later I said, “This is good.” I smacked my lips.
“This is very good,” she said. “And I’m not talking about the food. I wanted my Sadie Hawkins night to be special, and it’s turning out to be really, really special.”
“I want it to be as special as you want it to be,” I said.
“So you’ll still obey if I give you orders?”
“Yessum, Miss Sadie,” I drawled.
“Then let’s dance!” she squealed. She jumped up and pulled me by the hand to what we called the den, which was what a realtor would have called a family room. When I got a new, bigger flat screen TV for the living room, I moved the old, smaller one to the den. There was a couch and a love seat down there and a refrigerator that looked like it had been made in the 1950s. But it worked perfectly and we had various soft drinks and wine coolers in it. There was a microwave on a shelf on the wall and there was even a bathroom with a shower stall, too.
Caitlin had used the den for sleepovers with her friends, before. The girls liked coming to our house because I didn’t complain, no matter how loud or dramatic they got. I just put on headphones and watched You Tube videos while they did whatever teenage girls were wont to do, these days. They never tried to sneak any boys in and I only found one bottle of booze when a sleepover was finished. That was a pint bottle of peach brandy, so I knew they weren’t trying to get drunk. I didn’t allow smoking in the house but that didn’t seem to dampen things.
So the lights were mostly forty watt bulbs, and Caitlin and the girls had painted the walls (with my permission) and had actually done a nice job of turning the walls into a multicolored modern art kind of vibe.
She had programmed her iPod with a playlist and plugged it into the stereo system. The speakers were good ones and they boomed out what I believe is called Emo music. The lyrics were hard to understand, but I got some of it, enough to know that it was music the average parent would not approve of if they knew the words. I heard “Pound it. Make her squeal” and I heard “Have another drink and drive yourself home.” I’m pretty sure I heard “My heart is yours to [unintelligible] or burst” and I also heard what sounded like “I wish I was your toothbrush.”
But the beat was electric and impossible to dance to, in terms of the ancient dance steps I knew. She didn’t seem to be doing anything repetitive. She was just gyrating wildly. Her breasts (and the bodice of the dress, believe it or not) were actually bouncing up and down an inch or two. Suddenly she turned her back to me and backed up to rub her ass against my thigh. She laughed and then twerked. This was not my sweet, innocent, virginal little girl on the dance floor. This was a young lioness who was trying to attract a mate.
As a father I was a bit horrified by how sexually she danced. As her date I was thrilled, even though I couldn’t reciprocate. If twerking is a woman shaking her ass at a man, making obvious fucking motions, how can a man respond? I suppose I could have stuck the front of my pants out and mimed holding hips while I made obvious fucking motions, but the chances of me doing that in front of Caitlin (or any other human being) were as remote as the middle of Antarctica.
She was wild and happy, though, and that was the whole purpose of this. Her jumping and grin were infectious, even though I couldn’t keep up.
Then we got to the slow songs.
She melted into my arms, with her arms around my neck. She had obviously danced like this at a school dance, at least in terms of the positions we both took. I sure hoped she had never danced with any other male, boy or adult, the way she ground her body against mine. There was a sheen of sweat on her skin, which didn’t surprise me. She had expended more calories doing what looked to me like dances from deepest, darkest Africa than I would have expended running on the treadmill for an hour.
“Careful of your dress,” I cautioned, as she rubbed her breasts across my sternum.
“I don’t care about my dress,” she said, rubbing even more. “Daddy, I’m so horny. How is this making me so horny?”
“This, and what we were doing before this, is called foreplay,” I said.
“Well, when do we get to the actual play?” she moaned.
“I don’t think it would be wise to get to the actual play,” I said, rubbing my hands up and down her bare back.
“Why?” she whined.
“Because it could get you pregnant,” I said.
She stopped and looked up at me.
“I didn’t mean to play that hard!” she said.
“Ahhh, that’s good, Baby,” I said. “So what kind of play did you have in mind?”
“I have heard girls talk about oral sex,” she said, without embarrassment. “I never thought it sounded attractive at all, you know? I pee down there, and the guy pees out of his ... you know. How could putting a mouth in either place be fun?”
“Well, things can be a lot cleaner than you think, unless somebody’s hygiene is awful. And you can always take a bath or shower first. In fact, taking a bath together can be a ton of fun.”
“Baths take too long,” she groaned. “I’m on fire, Daddy. I’ve never felt this way before.”
“We got pretty intimate, this evening, and intimacy like that makes us want more. That’s all you’re feeling. You just want more.”
“Do you want more?” she asked.
I took her hand and moved it to the front of my pants.
“Oh,” she said. Her hand squeezed. “I can’t believe I’m touching what I’m touching.”
“I’m right there with you, Sweetheart,” I said. “I don’t think either of us was planning on this much happening.”
“You’re wrong,” she said.
“O-ka-a-ay...”
“I mean you’re kind of wrong. I wanted something to happen. I just didn’t know what that was. I love you and you love me and sometimes, when we hug, I get tingles in my ... down there. I know I’m not supposed to, but I do. My daddy ... no, Jethro turns me on. I just don’t know what to do about it.”
“We already did a couple of things,” I said.
“When you sucked them I thought I’d pee my pants,” she moaned. “I never in a million years thought you’d do that.”
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