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