My Daughter Is Sadie Hawkins
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 5
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
When we got there she ignored me and adjusted the water temperature. Then she opened the door wide and stepped in. The water soaked her hair and she yelped as she tried to take the shiny things out of her hair. The net caught in places and was fragile.
I said, “Ah shore could help you, Miss Sadie.” I helped her a little, tugging here and lifting there, getting in the way of her fingers. Finally it was off and I laid it on the counter.
“Get in here,” she snarled in a playing fashion.
As soon as I was in she pushed against me and gripped my prong. I reached for the soap and got my hands lathered. Then I started sliding them all over her body. I washed her back and butt, pushing into her crevice until she went up on her toes and moaned, “Daddy!” Then I turned her around and pulled her against me as I washed her front. This was the first time I had actually held her breasts or cupped them. As I ran my hands over them and across her nipples she moaned.
I let the water get the soap off of my hand so it wouldn’t sting her tender inner skin.
Then I pushed my middle finger across her clit, through her furrow, and into her vagina.
“Aaahhhhhh!” she yelled. She went up on her toes and then back down as I began sawing my finger in and out of her.
“I want my baby to have a nice, calming orgasm,” I said into her ear. “Can I do that?”
Her head nodded furiously and she laid her wet hair back against my chest as I gave her the first orgasm anybody other than her had created in her. She was very vocal, but it was babbling, and not even real words.
I felt her vagina clamp down on my finger and I moved the base of my finger back and forth across her bud.
“Oh shit!” she practically screamed.
I stopped rubbing and just left my finger in her. Maybe fifteen seconds later I slowly pulled it out of her as she gasped for air. She turned and put her arms around me and her cheek on my chest.
“I love you, Daddy,” she panted.
“I know, Baby, and I love you, too. I love you more than anybody else in the whole world.”
“Are we finished?” she asked.
“We’re finished with the shower, but the night is still young. My curfew is midnight, but I’ll stay until then.”
“You don’t have a curfew,” she said.
“Oh! In that case, we have all night long.”
“Wait!” she said as I reached for the taps. “I didn’t wash you!”
She knelt and began “washing” my penis by basically masturbating it, since there was no soap on her hands. I didn’t mind, but I warned her.
“If you wash it too much it will spit up like a baby and you’ll need to take another shower,” I said.
“Really? I can make it do that?”
“Probably two or three times before the night is over,” I said.
“I don’t want to do it right now,” she said. “You need to kiss me better, first.”
We got out and dried off. She wrapped a towel around her wet hair like a turban and went to my bed.
“Do I need to lie down for you to kiss it better?” she asked, shyly.
“Uh huh,” I said. “It will facilitate the process and make easier for me to get both sides.”
She got on the bed. She lay rigidly straight, with her arms against her body and her legs closed.
“This feels weird,” she said, nervously.
“Just think of me as your gynecologist,” I said.
“Ewww, no,” she replied.
I went to the edge of the bed and pulled her left arm away from her side and raised it above her head.
“Do the other one that way,” I ordered.
She moved it and now she looked a little like what a skinny-dipping girl in the middle of a dive might look like.
I touched her ankle and ran my fingers up her leg to her hip.
“That tickles,” she said.
“Spread your legs for me, Baby,” I said.
I had no idea if she’d do it or not so I just waited. Very slowly the distance between her ankles got wider until they were a foot and a half apart.
I went to the foot of the bed and climbed on. She lifted her head as I crawled between her spread feet. I crawled far enough that my knees pushed her legs a little further apart.
I leaned down and kissed the general area on her left side where that tape had been. Her hips jerked. Then I lifted her left knee and made her heel come up toward her ass.
“Keep that there,” I said.
I kissed her right side and did the same thing. Now, with her knees bent, she was wide open and obscenely exposed.
I went back to the areas I had already kissed and moved my lips across her mound. She moaned. I moved up to stick the tip of my tongue into her belly button and her hands came to my head and, very gently, pushed it down.
I had no idea what her expectations were. I didn’t know whether she knew I was going to suck her pussy or not. I think her hands, pushing toward my goal, were acting on some deeply buried instinct.
I kept kissing her mound, getting closer and closer to her pussy. I kissed down her inner thigh and she groaned.
“You’re killing meee.”
“I’m not killing you,” I said. “I’m kissing you better.”
“You’re not kissing everything better,” she panted.
“And you want me to kiss everything better?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she panted. “All I know is I feel like I might explode.”
“Well, we don’t want that, now do we?” I said. “Perhaps I can suck some of that pressure out of you.”
I stuck my tongue out and ran it from her taint through her labia and across her clit. I hadn’t seen that clit, yet, but I felt it with my tongue, so it must have at least poked its head out to play.
Her hips bounced up off of the mattress and she slammed into my nose. I took that opportunity to slide my hands under her butt, so that when she came back down I had a grip and she couldn’t get away from me.
I wish I had a recording of the sounds she made and the things she said. With my hands holding her firmly I ate her pussy like a starving man. She was so wound up that she had an orgasm when I pushed my tongue into her vaginal opening. I peeled her lips apart with my fingers and exposed her clit. It was unbelievable. It had to be at least a third of an inch long. It looked like the head of a fat worm trying to crawl out of its den. I leaned in and sucked it. She screamed and her heels started pounding the bed beside my shoulders. Her hands came down and slammed into my head, pulling almost viciously as I kept sucking.
I nursed at her clit until her hands started pounding on my head instead of pulling it. I lifted my head and said, “You done?”
“I – can’t – breathe,” she gasped.
I licked her from bottom to top with the flat of my tongue and pushed up to kneel in front of her. My prick pointed in her general position.
Her knees, still bent, were almost flat on the bed, now. She was incredibly flexible. Her pussy lips were engorged and I knew I could get my prick in her if I tried. It was tempting, but I controlled the urge. Instead, I started stroking my cock and moving my knees closer to the split of her legs. She raised her head and reached above her to get a pillow she could drag under her head.
“What are you doing?” she panted.
“I want you to feel what I used to do before you were born. You couldn’t feel it then because you were in the amniotic sac, but now I can see your skin and I want to cum on it.”
“That is weird, Father,” she said.
“You got to feel good. Now it’s my turn,” I said.
“What will it feel like?”
“It will be warm, the same temperature as my penis when you first touched it.”
“Okay,” she said.
I got to the point of no return and groaned, “Miss Sadie, this is for you.”
The first shot was strong, as I knew it would be. It went clear between her breasts, making a line from there to her mound. I’m ashamed to say every bit of the rest of it I aimed at her pussy. It made a mess on her mound and her pussy lips were covered with my milky spend.
“It is warm!” she gasped.
I saw her hand move through the first line and she lifted it in front of her face to peer at it.
Then, before I could warn her, her hand went back to that line and followed it to her pussy, which she started finger-fucking with two fingers. I watched as she shoved my sperm into her fertile, unguarded vagina. Most of that sperm would try to find an egg and a few might get as far as her cervix.
“When was your last period, Honey?” I asked.
“What?” She sounded confused.
“You just pushed a lot of my sperm up inside you. It’s going to try to find an egg to fertilize. I need to know if there might be an egg these sperm could reach.”
“Oh.” She closed her eyes and after a pause, she said, “I used my last tampon on Wednesday.”
“Which Wednesday, please?”
“The one before the last one.”
“So your period ended ten days ago?”
“I think that’s right,” she said. She sounded unconcerned and I knew she was soaking in the afterglow of two or three really good orgasms.
I remembered things Sherry and I had talked about when we were trying to get her pregnant. Statistically, a woman ovulates 14 days after her last period ends. Sperm can live about five days inside a woman’s body. So if her period was ten days ago my sperm could be alive and kicking in for more four days.
The number of sperm she’d gotten in her was minimal, compared to an ejaculation next to her cervix. Most of those sperm would die in the acidic environment that was her vagina. Very few would likely be strong enough to make it to her cervix, much less through the mucus plug that guarded her womb.
But it was possible.
I didn’t know if I could go to a pharmacy and buy Plan B. Was that an emergency? It sure fucking was from my perspective; I loved my daughter but she did not need my baby growing in her womb. She didn’t need any baby growing in her womb when that womb was only sixteen years old.
I could call the pharmacy.
“You stay there and rest,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”
I went to my office and Googled the pharmacy nearest to me. It popped up on the internet but at the bottom of the screen, in red letters, it said “Closed now.”
I looked at my watch, or at least where I usually wear my watch. Jethro hadn’t though a watch would be necessary and had left it off. Feeling like an idiot I looked at the lower right corner of the screen, where the current time and date were clearly displayed. It was ten o’clock. The pharmacy closed at eight.
I went back to my bedroom and found Caitlin sprawled on my bed, arms and legs loose.
“Where did you go? That was amazing. I never felt anything like that in my whole life!”
“I’m glad you had a good time,” I said. “I needed to look something up.”
“Your man part looks really different now.”
“This its flaccid, or normal state,” I said. “It is always this way unless you come into the room.”
“And how long has it been afflicted by me coming into the room?”
“You kind of blossomed when you were fourteen,” I said. “I felt guilty when I reacted to you like ... that.”
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