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 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.