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 Shelley was marrying
this kid. I'm almost glad her didn't live to
see this day. No, that's cruel. I wished her 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 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 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 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
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 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 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 to touch my daughter's 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 and dipped gently inside her
a little ways. Her smell convinced me. Damn, her
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 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
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 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 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 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 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 basted her insides and it was by far the
most intense orgasm of my life!
After I had 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 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."
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