Wet Dreams Come True

Carl woke with a start, his heart hammering against his ribs, sheets twisted around his legs, and his cock standing rigid as a steel rod under the thin cotton of his boxers. The dream still clung to him like sweat. In it, Melissa had been on her knees at the foot of his bed, those deep baby-blue eyes locked on his while her soft lips stretched around the head of his dick, tongue swirling, saliva dripping down her chin. She had taken him deeper, gagging just a little, then pulled off to whisper, “Fuck me, Daddy… please fill your daughter’s tight little cunt.” He had flipped her onto her back, spread those long slender legs, and driven every inch into her soaking pussy until she screamed his name and came all over his shaft.

He blinked at the ceiling of the master bedroom, breathing hard. Lois slept soundly beside him, one arm flung across the pillow. Carl slipped out of bed carefully, cock tenting his boxers, and padded down the hallway toward the bathroom. He paused outside Melissa’s door. It stood slightly ajar. He told himself he was only going to close it so the hallway light wouldn’t wake her. Instead he pushed it open another inch and looked.

She lay on her side, sheet kicked down to her waist, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties. The curve of her ass was perfect—smooth, firm, the kind of teenage bubble that made older men lose their minds. Her black hair spilled across the pillow. One bare breast peeked out from under her arm, nipple soft and pink in the dim light. Carl’s mouth went dry. His cock twitched so hard it almost hurt. He stepped inside without thinking, the carpet muffling his bare feet. He stood at the foot of the bed and stared, drinking in every inch of his nineteen-year-old daughter’s body the way a starving man stares at a feast.

Melissa stirred, rolling onto her stomach. The sheet slid lower. The thin fabric of her panties rode up between her cheeks, outlining the soft lips of her pussy. Carl’s hand drifted to his cock. He squeezed it through the cotton, biting back a groan. What the fuck was wrong with him? This was his little girl. He had changed her diapers, taught her to ride a bike, sat through every school play. And now all he could think about was spreading those cheeks and burying his tongue in her virgin-tight hole.

She shifted again, hips lifting slightly, and a soft little moan escaped her lips. Carl’s control snapped. He climbed onto the bed on his knees, the mattress dipping under his weight. He leaned over her, bracing one hand beside her head, and pressed the hard length of his cock against the warm cleft of her ass. The heat of her body bled through the thin barriers of fabric. He rocked once, twice, grinding his shaft along the soft valley between her cheeks. His free hand slid under her body, cupped one full, soft breast, and found the nipple already stiffening. He rolled it between his fingers while he kept grinding.

Melissa’s breathing changed. Another moan, lower this time. “Mmm… Daddy…”

The sound of that single word shot straight to his balls. Carl pushed his hand lower, past her flat stomach, under the waistband of her panties. Her pussy was already slick. His fingers glided through the wet folds, found her swollen clit, and circled it slowly. She pushed her ass back against his cock, still half-asleep, hips moving in tiny unconscious circles. He slipped one finger inside her. She was tight—impossibly tight—and dripping. He pumped the finger in and out while his cock rubbed against her through his boxers.

“Ohh… Daddy… yes…”

Carl froze. Then he realized she was still dreaming. The same filthy dream he had just left. He kept fingering her, adding a second digit, stretching her little hole while he mouthed the back of her neck. His cock ached. He needed to be inside her so badly his vision blurred. He was about to pull his boxers down and push into her when her eyes fluttered open.

For one endless second they stared at each other in the dark. Melissa’s blue eyes went wide. Carl’s finger was still buried knuckle-deep in her cunt. His cock throbbed against her ass. Neither of them spoke. Then she whispered, voice thick with sleep and something hotter, “Don’t stop.”

That was all it took. Carl yanked her panties down her thighs, shoved his boxers out of the way, and notched the fat head of his cock against her entrance. He pushed. Her pussy stretched around him, wet and burning hot. Melissa gasped, fingers clutching the sheets. He sank another inch, then another, until his balls pressed against her soft lips and every thick vein of his shaft was swallowed by his daughter’s cunt.

“Fuck… Daddy… you’re so big…”

He started thrusting, slow and deep, the wet sound of their joining filling the quiet room. Her walls fluttered around him. He reached under her again, found her clit, and rubbed in time with his strokes. Melissa pushed back to meet every thrust, ass bouncing against his hips. He fucked her harder, the bed creaking softly. Her moans grew louder. He clamped a hand over her mouth and kept pounding, chasing the orgasm that had been building since the dream.

She came first, body locking up, pussy clamping down on his cock like a fist. The rhythmic pulsing milked him. Carl buried himself to the hilt and flooded her with thick ropes of cum, grunting against the back of her neck as his balls emptied deep inside his daughter’s fertile young cunt. He stayed there, cock twitching, feeling his seed leak out around his shaft and soak the sheets.

Melissa’s breathing slowed. She turned her head enough to look at him over her shoulder. “Was that real?” she whispered.

Carl kissed her temple, still buried inside her. “Yeah, baby. It was real.”

He pulled out slowly. A thick stream of cum followed, sliding down her inner thigh. Melissa reached back, scooped some onto her fingers, and tasted it without breaking eye contact. The sight almost made him hard again instantly.

They didn’t speak again that night. Carl cleaned her gently with a warm washcloth from her bathroom, pulled her panties back up, and tucked the sheet around her. He returned to his own bed, heart still racing, cock still sticky with her juices and his own cum. Lois never stirred. He lay awake until dawn, replaying every second—the heat of her pussy, the way she had said “Daddy” while he filled her, the forbidden thrill that still pulsed through him.

Morning came bright and ordinary. Carl showered, dressed, and went downstairs like nothing had happened. Melissa appeared in the kitchen wearing the same short blue shorts and white t-shirt from his earlier fantasy. Her black hair was damp from her own shower. She smiled at him over the coffee pot, eyes sparkling with a secret only the two of them shared.

“Morning, Daddy.”

The word alone made his cock twitch. Lois bustled around making pancakes, completely oblivious. Carl sat at the table, watching Melissa’s ass move under the thin fabric of those shorts every time she reached for a plate. He remembered how that ass had felt pressed against him while he pumped her full of cum. His fingers itched to slide under the table and between her legs again.

Breakfast was a blur of ordinary conversation. Lois talked about her weekend trip to visit her sister—three full days away starting that afternoon. Carl’s pulse jumped. Three days alone with Melissa. Three days to do every filthy thing he had ever dreamed.

After Lois left for the airport, the house fell silent. Melissa lingered in the living room, flipping through channels. Carl sat on the opposite end of the couch, pretending to read the paper. His cock was already half-hard just from the proximity. Melissa stretched, the motion lifting her shirt enough to show a strip of smooth stomach. Then she swung her legs up and rested her bare feet in his lap.

“Rub them for me, Daddy? They’re sore from running.”

Carl’s hands settled on her calves almost of their own will. He worked the soft muscles, thumbs pressing into the arches of her feet. Melissa sighed contentedly. His palms slid higher, over her knees, along the smooth insides of her thighs. The heat radiating from between her legs was unmistakable. She didn’t stop him. When his fingers brushed the edge of her shorts she shifted, spreading her legs a little wider.

“Higher,” she whispered.

Carl pushed the fabric aside. Her panties were already damp. He stroked her through the thin cotton, feeling the outline of her slit, the swollen bud of her clit. Melissa’s breathing quickened. He hooked two fingers under the crotch of her panties and slid them into her soaked pussy. She was still full of his cum from the night before; the mixture of their juices made wet, filthy sounds as he pumped her.

“Take them off,” he ordered, voice rough.

Melissa lifted her hips. Carl dragged the shorts and panties down her legs and tossed them aside. Her bare pussy glistened, lips puffy and pink, a thin trail of white cream still leaking from her hole. He leaned down, pushed her thighs wider, and dragged his tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit. The taste of their combined cum exploded across his tongue—salty, musky, perfect. He licked deeper, fucking her with his tongue, sucking her clit between his lips while she moaned and twisted her fingers in his hair.

“Oh God, Daddy… eat your daughter’s cunt… just like that…”

Carl ate her like a man starving. He slid two fingers back inside her and curled them against the spongy spot that made her thighs shake. Melissa came hard, grinding against his face, flooding his mouth with fresh juice. He kept licking through the aftershocks until she pushed his head away, gasping.

He stood, shoved his pants and boxers down, and freed his cock. It stood thick and angry, the head already leaking precum. Melissa sat up, eyes locked on it, and opened her mouth. Carl guided the head between her lips. She sucked greedily, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. He held her head and fucked her mouth in short strokes, watching the way her lips stretched around his shaft, the way saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her t-shirt. She took him deeper, gagging softly when the head bumped the back of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. She wanted it. She wanted every filthy inch of her father’s cock.