My Daughter Is Sadie Hawkins
Copyright© 2026 by Lubrican
Chapter 6
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
While we kissed I touched her everywhere. I pinched her nipples and ran the flat of my hand across her breasts. I rubbed her butt cheeks and then rubbed her between her legs. I slid a finger into her and she moaned into my mouth. Her hand went to find my cock and I couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or not that it was still completely flaccid.
Eventually we just lay there and talked. The first part of the conversation was, naturally, about what we were doing and how and why we were doing it.
“I can’t believe I’m lying here like this, with you, and we’re kissing and naked and ... it’s just unbelievable,” she said.
“Nobody is more surprised about it than I am,” I said.
“I thought you said you had wanted to do this before.”
“That was a fantasy. This isn’t.”
“You can say that, again. Nothing is like I thought it would be.”
“Expand on that,” I said.
“Like, I had this idea in my mind of how it would feel to be naked and let a boy look at me. I can’t even remember how I thought I’d feel, but I know it wasn’t what I felt when you looked at me naked, the first time.”
“Were you nervous?”
“No! No, it wasn’t like that at all. It felt like ... I felt relieved, like I’d been hiding from the world and could finally come out of my cave.”
“You felt like you were trapped in a cave? Was I part of that?”
“No, of course not! It wasn’t like that. Covid has made me feel trapped, but you never did. I have loved being your daughter, especially when I see what the relationship of some of my friends is with their parents. I feel lucky. And now I feel like I won the lottery.”
“What else was different?” I asked.
“I’ve put things in my cunny before, but when you put your finger in me I thought I’d freeze into a state and never be able to move again. Then, almost as soon as I thought of being a statue I felt like I was going to blow up into little pieces. I had never felt anything even close to that. And when you made me cum? Daddy, I imagined a thousand times while I was rubbing that the orgasms I had would be just like that when I was with a guy. I just didn’t know who that guy would be. But I thought having an orgasm with him would be just like the ones I already had. Nope. No how, no way. Those orgasms, the ones I’ve had tonight? Those were speaking a foreign language. It was actually a little like when you don’t speak the same language so you do a lot of pantomiming? Well that pantomiming got super physical and I got the message, loud and clear.”
“What message?”
“That you loved me and want me to be happy. That I’ll never be closer to another man in my whole life. I mean I want to fall in love and that I’ll be crazy about him and want to marry him and all that, but he won’t stand a chance at me loving him like I love you.” She ran her hand up and down my arm, which was draped over her. “I can’t imagine lying like this, with another man.”
“You will, some day. You’ll go crazy over some guy and even want to have a family with him, and that’s as it should be. And I’ll be happy for you then, too, as long as that guy is a good guy. I’ll still be jealous as hell, but I’ll be happy, because if you find that man it means you’ll have fifty years of happiness with him.”
“Mmmm,” she said, leaning forward to kiss my chest.
“What does Mmmmm mean?” I asked.
She reached for my cock and I had to roll away from her enough so she could get her hand between us. As soon as she had it in her hand I rolled back toward her and trapped her hand. I was flaccid but she rolled my flesh in her hand like someone might roll a pair of dice before launching them down the craps table.
“I like this being able to have fantasies thing,” she said. “When you said that I imagined I was a mom with two kids and I had an argument with my husband and I came to stay with you until I cooled down. We’d be like this within ten minutes of me getting here. And then I’d even be able to let you make love to me because I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.”
“Well,” I said, “Put a little weight on you and you could pass for being a young mother. Want to hear one of my fantasies?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, it’s your wedding day and I’ve told you several times that the guy is an idiot but you love him anyway. And then, at the reception, he gets so drunk he passes out. And I help you get him to your brand new wedding bed and you’re disgusted, because you planned on this dumbo getting your cherry. And I offer to make you feel better and stand in for him because you deserve to have a glorious wedding night. And by the next morning, when he wakes up with a hangover, you’ve had a quart of cum shot in you and you’re pregnant.”
“Daddy! That’s awful! That’s even mean.”
“If you think that one is disgusting, I could tell you the one about how you and I make love just before you walk down the aisle to get married and when the preachers says you can kiss him you’re already pregnant. Now that one is disgusting.”
“No, it’s not,” she said.
“Why?”
“Because, in that fantasy I’m not married, yet. You haven’t given me away, yet. So that means I’m still yours until I leave you to go join my groom. I can’t imagine actually going down the aisle to marry somebody, but the idea of having you inside me when you let him have me is kind of romantic.”
“First of all, you’re not mine to keep or give away. I don’t own you. Nobody does. Second, he doesn’t get to ‘have’ you. You can marry him and have a dozen of his children but you’ll still be a strong, independent woman who will make her own decisions.”
“I can’t imagine that, either,” she said.
“It will be just like it is right now, just later in your life. You’re a strong, independent woman right now. Just hold on to that feeling, and if any man tells you to stop thinking that way, kick him in the balls and walk away.”
“I’m not a strong, independent woman,” she said. “I’m not even a woman, yet.”
“What we are doing right now was a decision you made. I couldn’t have gotten away with telling you we were going to have a Sadie Hawkins dance in our den, and that we would then get naked and take a shower together and I was going to lick your delicious pussy and suck your gorgeous nipples; you’d have called the cops and told them I had lost my mind. I couldn’t have made you do any of this against your will. If you were a child I could make you do whatever I told you to do, but those days are waaaay behind us, now. I doubt seriously I’ll ever be able to say, ‘Because I’m your father! That’s why!’ and make you do anything at all.”
“You’re still my father,” she said, fondling my soft cock and balls. “I might not like what you tell me to do, but I’ll still do it.”
“That is different. When you do that it will be because you respect me and know I’m only trying to be a good parent. But that doesn’t mean I can come into your bedroom and tell you it’s time for me to tuck you in, and that tucking you in involves us both being naked with me on top of you. A father can’t make his daughter accept that. If he does, he’s a molester who needs to live in a prison cell for twenty years.”
“I agree, but that could happen in another way. I could come to you and tell you it’s my bedtime and that I need you to come tuck me in, and I could insist that this had to be done naked, with you on top of me.”
“I’d feel better if, in that scenario, you were out of high school.”
“That’s silly. When I’m out of high school I’ll be almost eighteen, and then I’d be too old to be tucked in at bedtime.” She blinked. “By the way, explain to me how all my friends, who will be seniors with me - if we’re ever allowed to go to school again – explain why I’m only sixteen and all my friends are seventeen or eighteen and we’re all in the same class at school.”
“Oh, that,” I said. “When you were born we were living in a school district that allowed kids to be in first grade when they were five if they could pass some kind of test. Your mother had them give you the test and you passed it, so you went to first grade when you were five and all the other kids were six.”
“Why wasn’t I in preschool when I was five?” she asked.
“You were. It was your preschool teacher who told Sherry you were too smart for what they were teaching kids and that you were bored because you were already doing first grade level work. In fact, she said you were almost at a second grade level. You could already count to fifty and you could write your name and Sherry and my names, too. You didn’t have your last name down but you knew your address. You were also asking questions in the scientific realm. She told Sherry that you asked why the frost on the outside of the window melted when it was still freezing cold outside. So we got you tested and you started real school a year younger than most of the other kids.”
“I can’t wait to tell Angie Zelch that I’m smarter than she is because I got to start school a whole year earlier than she did.”
“And I thought you were a strong, independent woman.”
“I am!” she said.
“Not if you want to engage in petty one-upmanship,” I said.
“Oh. I suppose you’re right. I’ll work hard on not thinking that way so you keep seeing me as a woman. I want to be able to have more nights like this.”
“Sadie Hawkins day only happens once a year,” I teased.
“Yes, but there are many holidays, and one of the things they say about holidays is that it’s a time to be with family. That would be you, and I’ll want to celebrate like this.”
“If we keep doing this we’ll want to go too far, eventually.”
“Not if I suck your pretty penis and make it stay soft like this.” She squeezed my limp member.
“When I masturbated on you, earlier tonight, your luscious pussy was right there, in front of me, and I wanted to put my cock in it. I managed not to do that, but I squirted on your pussy lips, which is almost as dangerous as making love with you. I’m not always going to have the strength to resist.”
“When you got on your knees and started doing that my legs were wide open. I thought about how helpless I was and that I needed to make sure I didn’t let another man get me in that position. But I wasn’t afraid or nervous about your penis being that close to my pussy. I wanted you to touch my bump with it. You had just sucked it and I had the most glorious orgasm of my entire life and even as that began to fade I knew that if you rubbed my clit with the tip of your penis I could cum like that again, instantly.”
“That’s a great example of wanting to go too far. If I did that, when I came I’d want to cum all over your pussy, up close and personal, and in the process the tip might be pointed at your vagina at some point and a whole wad of my cum could shoot up inside you.”
“Call it a fantasy,” she said. She leaned in to kiss my lips. When she relaxed away from me she said, “You know, since I got some of your sperm in me and I’m going to have to take the morning after pill, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you did get more of your sperm in me.”
“We can’t make love. If we do, we’ll both want to make love again and again.”
“I’m going to go on birth control,” she said, “and getting a little sperm in me after that won’t be a big deal. I’m not saying we have actual intercourse. Not yet, anyway. But when you said you’d spurt all over my pussy, up close and personal, I got super horny. I am super horny right now, in fact, and it’s your fault.”
“Let’s find out if you have a G spot,” I said.
“I’ve heard of that but I don’t know what it actually means,” she said.
“It’s a patch of skin that is on the roof of the vagina, and at the front. It has a different texture than the other skin along the birth canal. Your mother had one and she loved for me to tickle it.”
“Okay, let’s see if her genes gave that to me,” said Caitlin. “What should I do?”
I rolled her onto her back and scooted up to her. I put my hand on her belly, separated from her ovaries by a half inch of flesh, and rubbed little circles there.
“I thought it was inside me,” she said.
“Don’t be impatient,” I scolded.
I kissed her and I could feel her turned-on passion in that kiss. I slid my hand between her legs, which she tried to spread. One of her legs ran into my knee and shin so she bent the knee of the other leg and pulled it up so she could relax that leg and give me plenty of room to get my hand on her pussy. I diddled her clit for a few seconds and her loins jumped up before falling back down. I slid my finger all the way in her until I felt her cervix with the tip. I ran my fingertip around that tightly closed mouth and her left knee came up off the bed and flopped back down.
I ended the kiss and kissed my way down to her breasts.
“That feels sooo good,” she moaned.
I sucked her right nipple and brought the tip of my finger back towards her opening, stroking the top of her vagina. I got almost all the way out when I felt what I was looking for. Her patch was smaller than Sherry’s had been, maybe the size of a quarter, but it was tickle-able so I scratched it a couple of times so see how she reacted.
“Ohhh, please don’t stop, Daddy. I’m so close.”
“Don’t be impatient,” I chided. “Does it feel good?”
“Is this ask a stupid question day?” she panted. “Of course it feels good. If it didn’t I’d tell you to stop.”
“All right, then, just enjoy that feeling and don’t be in a hurry to cum and get it over with.”
“Okay, mister. You shouldn’t be doing that and I’ll only give you an hour and a half to stop!”
I changed nipples and went off and back on the patch. Her left knee flopped up and down and she kept trying to spread that other leg until she brought that heel up and her thigh pushed at my body. I backed up and she groaned as it gave me a little more room and I tickled her G spot a little faster.
“Ohhh Daddy!” she groaned. “Ohhh, that feels so good! Ohhhhh, I’m gonna cum.”
I decided to let her have that orgasm and I scratched her G spot while I kept sucking her nipples. When she went off she was laughing and crying at the same time. She moved so much I lost touch with the skin I’d been rubbing and her pussy clamped down on my finger. I had an errant thought that if my prick was ever in her when she had an orgasm, I’d better not be close to cumming because she wouldn’t let me pull out.
I was able to massage her clit as her hips bounced around until she went limp. I pulled my hand back up to her flat belly but she put her legs down and rolled to press against me for kisses. I’d been kissing her for a good five minutes before I felt her hand on my cock. I was hard again. She cocked her upper knee, which exposed her pussy and she started rubbing the tip of my prick all over her pussy lips.
“You have to do that to me every day,” she panted. “And I was right. This feels soooo good.” She swabbed her slippery pussy lips with my glans. My foreskin wasn’t pulled back so the glans wasn’t exposed. I wasn’t concerned about going off and I let her rub all she wanted.
We kissed for another three or four minutes before she pulled back.
“Cum on me,” she whispered.
“Bad idea, Baby,” I said.
“Cum on me,” she insisted. “Like you described. Your sperm is already in me and I’ll take the pill tomorrow, so it doesn’t matter if a little more sperm gets in me. Cum on me, Daddy. I want to feel that again.”
I knew I shouldn’t. I knew it would be stupid. I knew it would escalate things. But the idea of doing what she was asking for was impossible to resist. That, alone, should have made me get out of bed and cool off. That’s not what I did, though.
I ended up on my knees, between her wide-spread thighs, holding myself up with my left arm while my right hand stroked my meat. It didn’t take long. Just the knowledge of where I was going to shoot had me ready before I even got in position. I was going too fast when I first touched her pussy lips with the exposed tip of my cock. I slowed down and that did not lessen the excitement at all. In fact, I did a very short stroke because what usually stimulated the head of Mister Baldy had been replaced by the feel of her pussy lips stroking the tip as I ran it up and down her furrow. I tried to diddle her clit but I couldn’t feel it. About that time she sent a hand to help and she took over. She made it do the same things as I’d been doing and husked, “Kiss me, Daddy.”
I had to do a half pushup, to get to her lips. She was so short I didn’t have to strain up. I found out how piss poor a shape I’m in when my arms started to burn and I slowly let the weight of my upper body on her chest while I kept my ass in the air. My upper torso was basically lying on her but she didn’t care. She just wanted to kiss me while she used my cock to stimulate her clit. She practically ate my tongue as we kissed.
“Cum ... on ... me,” she mumbled against my lips.
I did a simple one-arm pushup. It was easy, since my knees were on the bed.
But that’s what caused the disaster.
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