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Daddy's Wedding Gift

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.

The only reason I post 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.

If you're a minor, don't read this. If it's illegal in

your country to be in possession of stories about sex,

please destroy all copies of this work. Practice safe

sex reading please.



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."