Daddy's Wedding Gift {John Jabbin} {MF NC inc Father/Daughter rough}
jjabbin@yahoo.com

This is my fourth post in two days. I told you I love 
to write this shit. I got some good feedback on the 
first three, especially some very good ideas for new 
stories. This one goes out to a lovely gal with a 
dirty mind. I hope she likes it.

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Daddy's Wedding Gift



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 it 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 one of them could handle their liquor. Shelly 
I knew about. She's 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 
open 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 had 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, in 
looking more closely, they had been so drunk that they 
didn'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 started to kick him real good 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 worse 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 Shelly, 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 
Shelly'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 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 stopping myself, I reached up 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! Finally, against 
everything I knew to be right, I pulled down her 
panties to have a closer look at the lovely ass and 
cunt of my daughter.

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 
her ass and even down and 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, looking at her and touching her 
soft, wet cunt. 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 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 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, 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 do it. 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 too 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 
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 look 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 her cunt. Maybe after I fuck 
her, I'll castrate him for good measure.

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 nice, 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."
