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Archive name: daddyw.txt (MF, nc, inc, rough)
Authors name: John Jabbin (jjabbin@yahoo.com)
Story title : Daddy's Wedding Gift

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Daddy's Wedding Gift (MF, nc, inc, rough)
by John Jabbin (jjabbin@yahoo.com)
 
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Author Note: The only reason I write these stories is so 
that people will tell me what they think of them. If you 
want to read more, you ought to pay the price by letting 
me know you liked this twisted tale. Any comments, bad 
or good, are welcome. Write me at the e-mail address 
above.

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I couldn't believe my daughter Shelley was marrying this 
kid. I'm almost glad her mother didn't live to see this 
day. No, that's cruel. I wished her mom was here, but I 
also wished Shelly would use a little of her mother's 
sense and would have realized what a worthless jerk this 
kid was.

But I guess it's too late for that. The wedding was over 
and we were already at the reception.

My daughter wanted to have the reception at our house as 
a way of saying goodbye to the place she grew up in. 
There was plenty of room, but having it here just made 
it worse for me. Seeing my baby and her new husband get 
drunk with all their friends in my own home was 
agonizing. Knowing that her mother and I had tried all 
our lives to protect her from idiots, only to see her 
become one too, was very hard.

Neither of them could handle their liquor. Shelly I knew 
about. She never drank more than a couple of glasses of 
wine at a meal and even then she got tipsy. But this boy 
was giving her glasses of champagne all afternoon. She 
was swaying like a sailor when she threw her bouquet to 
her bridesmaids. If anything, Mr. Wonderful was in even 
worse shape.

That's why I watched them closely as they staggered 
upstairs together to get changed. I wanted to make sure 
none of his lowlife friends took advantage of her while 
she was so obviously plastered. Not that her bridesmaids 
were helping. They were as loaded as the "lucky couple."

I decided right there to have the caterer close the bar. 
That ought to drive a few people away.

Then I went to check on Shelly and the asshole. 
Hopefully they hadn't started the honeymoon early, but 
even if they tried, I was determined to interrupt them. 
The thought of my daughter having sex with that nimrod 
made my blood boil.
Sure enough, I found them on Shelly's bed in a state 
that showed that they obviously had that idea. But 
looking more closely, they had been so drunk they hadn't 
complete the act. They were both passed out.

Irate, I went downstairs and invited the guest to leave. 
I politely instructed the caterers to finish up and 
asked them to please give the wedding party some privacy 
upstairs. The lady that was supervising that crew was a 
professional acquaintance. I knew I could count on her 
discretion.

Then I grabbed a bottle of vodka for myself and went 
back upstairs. About halfway up the stairs, looking at 
the vodka, I had a particularly gruesome idea.
I went into Shelly's room and found Mr. Wonderful where 
I had last seen him. His tux-trousers were around his 
ankles and he was passed out on the floor beside the 
bed. I kicked him real hard in the balls, but the plan 
that was rolling around in my head was even better. The 
hard part was not staring at Shelly.

She was on her knees on the bed laying on pillows and 
snoring very indelicately. The worst part was that her 
wedding dress was thrown over her head and her husband 
had obviously been trying to pull down her panties when 
he had passed out. Her lovely bottom was partially 
exposed and the narrow bit of fabric running between her 
beautiful legs was soaking wet.

The more I looked at my daughter, the more determined I 
was to make this bastard pay. I cracked the vodka open 
and held his nose as I poured his mouth full, forcing 
him to swallow the straight liquor. I knew if I forced 
him to drink too much, I would probably kill him. I just 
wanted to make him wish he were dead.

He sputtered and coughed. I hoped the vodka bleached his 
fucking tonsils. The stupid bastard never did wake up. 
Maybe if I sat on the bed long enough, I could see him 
puke all over her carpet.

At least that's what I told myself as I sat on my 
daughter's bed taking a few sips of the vodka straight 
out of the bottle. It was my first drink of the day, and 
I deserved one.

The problem was, I wasn't looking at Shelly's new 
husband, the ass. I was looking at Shelly's ass. It 
beckoned me like a lighthouse through a dark night. She 
had on beautiful white satin panties and her legs and 
ass looked great. She had made a beautiful bride. Why 
did she have to have such a dick for a groom? Without 
thinking or trying to stop myself, I reached out and 
brushed the backs of her legs and her mound with the 
back of my fingers.

She didn't even move. I became a little bolder, 
caressing her warm flesh with the tips of my fingers. 
Still she didn't move. I slipped one finger underneath 
her panties to touch my daughter's pussy lips. What a 
wicked, decadent thing to do! I thought.

Finally, against everything I knew to be right, I pulled 
her panties down to have a closer look at the lovely ass 
and cunt of my daughter was going to give to butt head.

God, she was gorgeous! This bastard didn't deserve her, 
that's for sure. I tried to think of something I could 
do -- anything I could do -- to drive a wedge between 
them. I came up with nothing. Everything I could think 
of to do, I had tried already.

As I thought, my fingers roamed over the soft flesh of 
my daughter's ass and even down over her pussy. She was 
so wet; wet for this stupid, worthless bastard who got 
so drunk he couldn't even fuck her.

I was terribly hard now, looking at her and touching her 
soft, wet cunt had an obvious effect on me. I knew it 
wasn't right, touching her like this, but he probably 
had already touched her like this before. Hopefully she 
hadn't fucked him yet. Surely she hadn't let this jerk 
fuck her already! But even if he hadn't, he would soon. 
Why not me too? Why should this asshole get to fuck her 
and not me? I thought with a perverted shiver.

I slowly convinced myself. My fingers convinced me as 
they moved over her cunt and dipped gently inside her a 
little ways. Her smell convinced me. Damn, her cunt 
smelled so good! 

I got up and locked the door, finding it difficult to 
walk in the tight pants caused by my huge erection. As I 
walked back to them, I partially came to my senses. What 
if Shelly wakes up? Surely she wasn't so drunk that she 
would stay unconscious while I fucked her, especially 
not if I fucked her as hard as I wanted to. I wanted to 
make this little bitch pay for choosing such a stupid 
bastard for a husband. He wasn't going to be gentle with 
her, why should I?

But then it dawned on me what I should do. I took Mr. 
Wonderful's tux jacket and wrapped it around Shelly's 
head. Then I tied a knot with the arms of the jacket, so 
that she couldn't get out of it without a lot of 
difficulty. Satisfied with my work, I dropped my 
trousers.

From behind her, I slid my fingers deep in her cunt. My 
daughter was no virgin, that's for sure. That meant she 
was probably fucking the bastard already. Maybe not, but 
the odds were that she was. That just made me madder. 
When I lined up behind her, I had a gleam in my eye as I 
slipped the head of my cock into my darling daughter.

I pulled her expensive wedding dress even further up her 
waist and threw the train over her head, covering up the 
tux jacket in the process. Shelly had nice hips; hips 
that were just made to hold onto while someone fucked 
her from behind. That's where I grabbed her and slowly 
started to press my way into my little sweetheart.

Damn, she was tight! She might not have been a virgin, 
but she wasn't stretched out either. Or maybe the 
bastard just has a tiny pecker. It hadn't looked big to 
me, but then I didn't look at it too closely and hadn't 
seen it erect. If I had, I would have wanted to cut it 
off! Now there's a thought, I grinned while coming to 
rest deep in my daughter's warm cunt. Maybe after I fuck 
her, I'll castrate him for good measure, I thought.

I was just holding my prick deep in her wet pussy, 
reveling in the feel of my daughter's tight cunt. Damn, 
it felt good! She still hadn't stirred, so I began to 
pump into her gently. Then, because it felt so fucking 
good, a little harder than gently. I ran my hands over 
her smooth ass and pressed into her ass pucker with my 
thumb. I wondered if she intended to let him fuck her in 
the ass. She was so infatuated with this bastard she had 
married, I wouldn't doubt it. I fucked her even harder, 
thinking about how wrong it would be to allow anyone to 
fuck her in the ass but me. Hadn't I given her 
everything in the world? Why would she give him her ass 
and not me?

I heard Shelly moan under the dress and the jacket. She 
started rocking her hips back in a drunken, 
uncoordinated fashion. Still, having her move with me a 
bit made it all the sweeter. No doubt she thought it was 
her precious husband. At the thought of her enjoying 
fucking that son of a bitch, I pulled back and really 
slammed into her. Her moans turned into grunts, as the 
thrust became more powerful. Damn, she was a hot bitch!

I spit on my hand and pressed a spit-slickened thumb 
into her ass. I did it so quickly, that at first she was 
loose, but as she felt the intrusion, she tightened up 
and tried to hunch away. She tried to drunkenly reach 
back and brush my hand away, but I grabbed her wrist and 
held it against the small of her back. The stupid slut 
tried to reach back with the other one then, so I 
grabbed it too and held them both against her back. 
Pulling back on her arms, I was really able to fuck her 
hard using the leverage. Still, her anus winked at me 
like a whore, tempting me. I grabbed both wrists in one 
hand and rammed my other thumb back in her asshole and 
started to stretch it out again.

She started to whimper, begging me to stop. I almost 
gave in, and then she said the bastard's name. That made 
me smile so big I almost broke my fuckin' face. She 
thought he was fucking her. And why wouldn't she? He was 
trying to fuck her when she had passed out. So she 
thought it was her asshole of a husband that was fucking 
her so rough!

I heard her start to cry and beg him to stop. All the 
better! I slapped her ass hard, punishing her. I wanted 
to punish her for picking such a loser. 

I wanted to punish her for not listening to me. I wanted 
to punish her for wanting to fuck him and not me!

I rode the bitch hard, using her as my own fuck toy. 

All I cared about was my hard cock fucking into her. She 
had such a tight, warm cunt and she was coating my cock 
and balls with such large quantities of her own juices, 
that it felt wonderful. I watched fascinated as her cunt 
swallowed my cock over and over. 

But there was one more thing I could really do to punish 
her. One more thing that would give her a taste of what 
the rest of her life would be like with this loser.

I pulled out of her cunt, my dick slick with her copious 
wetness, and lined the head of my cock up to her 
asshole. She really started to squirm then, but her 
drunken struggles to avoid it weren't enough. Every time 
she called out his name I pushed my dick in her ass 
harder. Every bit that slid in, she jerked and every 
time she jerked, my cock slid in a little more. With 
constant pressure and her wiggling, I ended up fully 
stuffed into my little sweetheart's asshole -- right 
where every Daddy really wants to be!

If I had thought her cunt was tight, her ass was even 
tighter and it was a lot dryer. Still, I wasn't trying 
to pleasure her; I was trying to punish her. I took 
long, hard thrusts into her, fucking her ass roughly. 
She was moaning loud now, my darling daughter, but she 
was so covered up that no one outside of the room could 
have heard it. I really didn't care. I was too close. 

I reached underneath her and grabbed a handful of pubic 
hair and flesh and started to shake it like a dog with a 
rag. I knew her clit was in the damp, soggy mess of it 
somewhere, but I wasn't being too specific. As she 
squealed, I pinched and pulled her cunt as I buried my 
cock in her ass and shot my hot load deep inside my 
little fuck toy. She shook like a rag doll as my cum 
basted her insides and it was by far the most intense 
orgasm of my life!

After I had cum forever, I pulled my shit-covered cock 
out of her ass. Shelly lay stunned on the bed, repeating 
that stupid fucker's name over and over. It sounded so 
mournful and pitiful coming from my baby, that suddenly 
I realized it was the only time I could stand to hear 
her say it. Finally she was realizing what an asshole he 
was.

I got off the bed and thrust my fingers into Shelly's 
gapping asshole, coating them with her slime and my cum. 
Then I smeared the gooey mess on her dear husband's face 
and hands, even going so far as to coat his thin, 
shriveled little penis with her muck. I didn't kick him, 
but I did give him a good slap in the balls when I was 
done.

When I left my daughter, she was still moaning and just 
starting to weakly try to extricate herself. Her pretty 
ass was still stuck high in the air, but it wasn't so 
pretty any more. It was covered with shit and cum, and 
so was he. I left to go change clothes and clean up in 
my own bathroom.

After I was presentable, I walked by her door to see her 
still struggling to get the coat off her head. She was 
making headway on her own though, so I went downstairs 
to be sure that everyone was gone. The catering 
supervisor was just finishing up. She reported that all 
the guest had finally left and her crew was finishing 
cleaning up. I had just given her a hefty bonus for 
their hard work when we both heard a man's high-pitched 
scream and my daughter yelling at the top of her lungs. 
We both ran upstairs to investigate.

Shelly was kicking him repeatedly in the balls when we 
dragged her off of her new husband. She was standing 
awkwardly in obvious pain, but she had taken the time to 
straighten her wedding dress. She babbled repeatedly 
that he had savaged her. 

"Oh Daddy, you were right," she cried in my arms. 

"I never want to see him again. Never!"

"It's okay now, baby," I comforted her as I walked her 
out of the room. "Daddy will take care of you from now 
on."

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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