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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
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in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of
these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

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   TO GET THE MOST OUT OF THIS STORY, YOU SHOULD FIRST READ 'Wheels of
Fortune: Getting a Push'

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   "Let me be sure I understand you, Tara:" I said carefully, as my
daughter waited, fearfully expectant, beside me, "You want to sleep with
me, your father?"

   She nodded quickly, shaking a tear loose to run down her cheek.

   "A little while ago, when Angie asked me to sleep with her," I said
gently, "I told her that was the greatest honor anyone had ever bestowed on
me.  Now, my dear, you have topped it."

   She looked up at me, eyes brimming with tears, and said, with a little
half-smile, "But..."

   I smiled warmly back at her, "AND, I need to think, very hard, about
this.  AND I think we need to discuss it at length.  This is a really big
thing, Tara.  Even bigger than me sleeping with Angie.  I don't want to
make any hasty decisions, either way, okay?"

   "Dad?" Tara asked, timidly, as I started the car moving again.

   "Yes, Honey?"

   "Do you find me at all attractive?"

   A quick glance told me the importance of my answer to that question. 
The fearful, expectant look on Tara's face said it all.  No matter, it
didn't change my answer.

   "Tara," I answered tenderly, "from the time your breasts first started
to appear, I've had to develop a mantra to keep from molesting you!  Each
time you'd call me into your room to help you decide on which dress to wear
on a date, or to a dance, or when I'd see you so innocently parading your
lingerie or bikini clad body in front of me.  'She's your daughter,
dickhead!  Your daughter!' I told myself that over and over, for all those
years.  I didn't want to make you too self-conscious by insisting that you
not show yourself to me like that, but it was really hard not to make a
pass at you.  You were - are - so beautiful!"

   "You - you're not just saying that?" hope lighted her face, "You really
think I'm beautiful?"

   I nodded sagely, then threw caution to the winds, "And sexy!  I'd rather
not go into detail, but let's just say you've already shared my bed on
numerous occasions since your mom died."

   I parked the car in the garage and followed Tara inside.  She
automatically headed for the loveseat in the Family room where we had had
so many heart-to-heart talks as she was growing up.  It was sort of our
official, unofficial conference room.  Just as she had done as a teen,
(hell, at nineteen, even married, she was still, technically, a teen) she
folded her legs under her and curled up in the corner of the loveseat.  She
wasn't much bigger now than she'd been at fifteen.

   As I took my accustomed place at the other end of the well worn
loveseat, Tara's face lit with a secret smile.

   At my querulous look, she said, "Oh!  I was just thinking - wondering
how many of the nights I fingered myself to sleep thinking of you, you
spent masturbating over thoughts of me!"

   Now, it's strange enough for a father to be discussing the possibility
of sleeping with his daughter, WITH his daughter, but to hear her talk
casually about masturbating over his image - that was sort of a twilight
zone feeling for me!  I could almost hear Rod Serling's voice: "You are
entering a dimension..."

   I decided to change the subject, quickly.  "Well, dear, you know that
what you're proposing is incest."

   "Father!" she looked indignant, "You're the one who taught me to think
for myself!  I know it's technically incest, but I also know that incest is
wrong because it can lead to inbreeding, like in the royal families back in
England.  I also know you had a vasectomy after Teddy was born, so the
probability of you becoming the father of an inbred son or daughter is
pretty near zero."

   Okay, I'd have to give her that one.  Damn!  Why did I have to be such a
conscientious parent?

   "Tara, what about you and Roger?  I thought you two were happy
together!"

   "We are, Dad." she said, "I mean, have you ever LOOKED at Roger?  Ever
noticed how much he acts like you?  You like him 'cause he's got the same
hokey sense of humor as you.  He looks people in the eye, and gives them a
good, firm handshake, just like you.  He's honest to a fault, even when it
hurts, just like you!"

   Tara sat up and put a small hand on my knee, "Only he doesn't have
your...  your...  wisdom!  He's smart, but he doesn't know all the answers!
He's just the closest I could find to you!"

   "Are you telling me you don't love Roger?" I asked.

   "No, Dad," she replied pensively, "I guess I'm telling you WHY I love
Roger.  He may not be you yet, but by the time we have teenagers, I think
he'll be very much like you.  The problem is, I'm also in love with you."

   I thought that over for a while, then said, "Tara, here's the thing. 
You can't sleep with me, or anyone else, without Roger's knowledge and
consent.  You know, as well as I do, that lasting relationships, like the
one I had with your mother, are built on trust.  If you can't trust Roger
enough to let him into your innermost thoughts, and if he can't trust you
to always be up front and honest with him, then your marriage is a sham.  I
know this is a subject that's hard to broach with a new husband, but it
doesn't matter what the two of us want if we can't respect your life
partner enough to let him in on the decision."

   "You also know," I continued, "that if he doesn't consent, we can't do
it."

   "Why not?" Tara cried, "Why can't I decide for myself?!  Why do I need
his permission?  I'm an adult, not a child!"

   "Precisely because you're an adult, honey." I responded calmly, "And I
said, 'consent' not 'permission'.  The connotation is a little different.
You need to respect your husband's wishes if you want him to respect yours.
It's a give and take, Tara.  Nobody counts, consciously, but in the back of
our minds is a silent little bookkeeper who tallies up the things others do
to and for us.  Big things count more than little things, and this is a big
thing.  Anytime you get sexually or emotionally involved with another
human, there is a tremendous potential for it to change your relationships
with others around you.  Those whose lives are most likely to be affected
at least deserve the right to have a say in the outcome."

   Tara heaved a heavy sigh and said, "You're right, of course.  I do love
him, and don't want to do anything to hurt him."

   I wanted to believe that would end the issue, but I knew my daughter too
well.  When she got it in her head to do something, God help anyone who got
in the way!

   "Well," she said, "I came over here to clean this place up for you, so I
guess I'd better get started.  What are you doing?"

   "Oh," I said with a sheepish grin, "I just wanted to put a few things
away where I'll know where to find them before you hide them from me!"

   Tara punched me on the arm and said, "You're incorrigible!"

   A couple of weeks later, I called Tara up to ask her if she'd like to go
for a ride.  She didn't ride very often but being younger and more
resilient, could pretty well keep up with me anyway.  I bought her a road
bike when she was in high school and she seemed to enjoy the riding, though
now that I reflected on it, I never knew her to ride if I wasn't with her.

   This time seemed no different than any other.  Tara seemed eager to ride
with me.  "I'll just have Roger drop me and my bike off Saturday morning,
okay?"

   "Sounds like a plan!"

   Tara normally drove herself over, since they had two vehicles and the
bike rack was on hers, but I guessed that for some reason the other car was
in the shop.

   When they arrived early Saturday, Roger got out and shook my hand.  I
started to help Tara get the bike off the rack, but Roger pulled me a
little aside.

   "Tara told me what you and she talked about the last time she was here."

   Just like that.  No preamble, no embellishment.

   "And?"

   My muscles tensed.  Roger was a good sized young man and he worked out
regularly.

   "And it took some heated discussion, but I finally came around to seeing
things her way." He gave me a wry grin, "Your daughter can be quite
persuasive when she wants to be!"

   I grinned back, and said, "Yes, she can.  Roger, I don't want to put you
on the spot here, but I need you to be very explicit about what you're
saying here, so there's no misunderstanding, okay?"

   "What he's saying, Dad," Tara butted in, "is that it's okay for me to
sleep with you."

   I raised a quizzical eyebrow in Roger's direction.  He nodded and said,
"What she said!"

   "You're sure you're okay with this?" I didn't really want to believe it
myself.

   "Ted," he said earnestly, "I can't keep my wife prisoner.  The
similarities between you and I haven't escaped me, you know.  If she loves
me, as I think she does, she'll come home to me.  If she spends a little
time making her father happy, who am I to complain?  If she doesn't love
me, it's better for both of us to find out now than later.  Oh, and one
other thing..."

   "Yes?" I asked, getting tense again.

   "I really appreciate you reminding Tara to think of me." He said, "She
probably would have gotten to it eventually, but this way I can be pretty
sure that, whatever happens, I won't be kept in the dark."

   I nodded, then said, "I love my daughter, and whatever her incentive was
for marrying you, I've never had occasion to think it was a bad choice. 
I'm proud to call you my son-in-law.  All that said, however, I'm still not
sure whether or not I'll go along with her on this."

   I smiled and shook his hand again as he climbed back into their car and
left.  I turned to find Tara waiting expectantly.

   "Well?" she asked.

   "Well let's get moving!" I replied, "We're burning daylight!"

   "You know," Tara said as we mounted up and took off at an easy pace,
riding side-by-side, "you can be REALLY infuriating at times!"

   I grinned at her and said, "I asked you over to ride with me, and that's
what I intend to do.  Was there some other reason why you agreed to come
along?"

   "Dad!" she cried, "I want to know if you're going to have sex with me or
not!"

   "Not just now, Tara." I replied, "And I'd appreciate it if you would
keep your voice down!  Most of the people in this neighborhood know you're
my daughter!  I'm going to think about it while we ride, and tell you when
I've come to a decision."

   "Oh, um, sorry about raising my voice," Tara said, "but this is REALLY
frustrating!"

   "I know, kitten." I replied gently, "But it's an important step.  I'll
admit to having procrastinated in the hope that Roger would put his foot
down.  Should have known that silver tongue of yours would win him over!"

   We rode in silence for a while, neither of us enjoying it very much.  I
finally said, "I'm afraid, Tara."

   She pulled up beside me and looked at me, puzzled.

   "About what, dad?"

   "If I'm not mistaken," I said, "Roger looks up to me somewhat, right?"

   "Yeah." she answered, hesitantly.

   "I've already set a horrible example by having sex with an underage
girl." I said, panting a bit as we started up a little 'roller', "If I now
sleep with you, implying that it's okay to have sex with one's daughter,
and you and he have a daughter, will he think it's okay to take her to
bed?"

   Tara said nothing for a while, then, haltingly, replied, "Roger does
look up to you, and he respects you.  I can't say what the future holds,
but I'd like to think the example you're setting for him is to consider
each situation on its individual merits.  Like you, I'd hope he'd make his
decisions based on what's best for all involved."

   "How did you get so smart?" I asked, only half joking.

   "I don't know," she smiled, "maybe it's genetics, but I had a good
teacher, too."

   I tried to pretend, for the remainder of the ride, that I was still
undecided, but we both knew I wasn't going to let my baby girl down.

   We showered in separate bathrooms, and I took Tara out to dinner, partly
to get us more in the mood, and partly to let the numbness from sitting on
the saddle wear off.

   When we headed home again, Tara was feeling mellow, though she hadn't
had anything to drink.  Her head lay on my shoulder all the way home, the
way she used to do when she was younger.

   I poured us each a snifter of Cognac before we settled down together on
the sofa and Tara almost choked on her first sip.

   "Take it easy, honey!" I admonished, "That's pretty strong stuff!  You
have to sip slowly and savor it.  Cup the glass in your palm, like this,
and let it warm the brandy, then try very small sips.  Roll it around your
tongue and enjoy it!"

   She followed my instructions, and soon got the hang of it.

   "Whoo!" she said, a few minutes later, "That just goes straight to your
brain!"

   "Well take it slow, sweetheart." I told the top of her head, "I just
want you feeling good, not drunk, okay?"

   She nodded and sniffed the fumes emanating from her glass.

   I let my hand fall on her breast, discovering that, as I had thought
during dinner, she wore no bra.  The thin material of her blouse did little
to hide the nubbin of her nipple as my fingers caressed it to even greater
hardness.

   "Tell me, Tara;" I asked softly, "have you and Roger tried anal sex?"

   "You mean have I let him put it up my butt?" she asked sharply. 
"EEEUW!"

   I smiled and said, "Good, that's one of my baby's cherries I'll get to
take, anyway!"

   "Dad!" she cried, looking up at me, "You're not serious!?"

   "I don't know if you could characterize me as 'serious'," I replied,
smiling, "but I do mean what I'm saying!  Hey, pumpkin, don't knock it 'til
you've tried it!  Your mom and I used to love doing it that way!"

   "Really?" her eyes went wide, "You and mom?  Double EEEUW!"

   Damn!  I had forgotten about the revulsion most kids feel at the thought
of their parents having sex of any kind.  That must not have been a pretty
picture for Tara!

   "Hey!" I laughed, "Reality check, little girl!  How do you think you and
your brother got here?  Did you think your mom and I just plucked you off
the stork's beak?  Your mom was a beautiful, sexy woman who enjoyed sex
right up 'til a few months before she died.  Hell, if you wanted to sleep
with me, why don't you think she would?"

   To her credit, Tara stopped to think that one over before answering, "I
don't know.  I guess I just never thought about you and mom that way.  It's
been so long that my memory of her face has gotten a little fuzzy, and I
guess it's still 'mommy's face to me, but when I look at her pictures, I
have to admit that she WAS beautiful."

   My fingers were still toying with Tara's nipple through her blouse, and
when I bent to kiss her, her Cognac flavored lips parted and welcomed mine.
This, though, was no father-daughter kiss!  Our tongues danced slowly with
each other as we eagerly explored each other's mouths.  I deftly unfastened
the buttons on the front of her blouse and slipped my hand inside to cup
and gently knead the firm, soft mound of one breast.

   Tara's breathing became more rapid and she arched her back to nestle
that precious handful more deeply into my palm.  The hard little nipple
wedged between two fingers and I squeezed them together to capture it.  I
kissed my way slowly down the delicate curve of her jaw to my daughter's
pale, elegantly long neck.  My gentle nips and kisses drew gasps from my
precious girl as I fulfilled my own dreams of making sweet love to her.

   Taking my time, I worked my way down the gentle slope of her tender
breast and captured her hard little nipple between my teeth.  I bit and
released quickly two, three, four times; not enough to hurt, but enough to
draw little mewling cries from Tara's throat each time.  With my mouth
still working over her breast, I lifted my little angel in my arms and
headed for the stairs.  Thanks to all the riding, I had little trouble
carrying my precious burden up to my bed.

   I slipped her skirt off to find that the little minx had not worn
panties, either!  Her auburn-tufted mound hid enticingly between soft white
thighs that begged to cradle my face between them!  Together, we maneuvered
her out of her blouse, and for the first time, I looked upon the naked form
of my lovely daughter without chastising myself for the lustful thoughts
chasing themselves around my head.

   Tara looked up at me through half-closed eyes and started on my belt
buckle while I pulled my shirt and undershirt over my head.  I stepped out
of my trousers, leaving them in a heap on the floor, as Tara tugged my
briefs down my thighs.  When they reached my knees, they dropped, and I
stepped out of them too, almost falling over as Tara engulfed the head of
my semi-hard cock with her warm, wet mouth.

   Not breaking contact, I turned and straddled her as she lay back on the
bed, and as my leaping shaft sank deeper into the hot confines of her
mouth, softly kissed the crease where her white, tender thighs met her
dark, fragrant curls.  Tara moaned around my shaft and raised her head,
sinking a couple of inches of me down the tight constriction of her throat!
I could feel her struggling with her gag reflex, but she had apparently
done this before, because she quickly got it under control, taking even
more of me into her mouth and throat.

   I parted her thighs and dipped my tongue for the first time into that
precious cleft that I had washed so gently when she was a chubby little
baby.  Starting from the dripping opening of her vagina, I licked slowly
upward with the smoother bottom side of my tongue.  When I reached her
clit, Tara's hips bucked, and her tiny hands pulled at my buttocks as her
face ground against my pubic hair with my rampant shaft all the way down
her little throat!

   This was definitely something worth exploring at another time, but I had
another goal in mind.  I bent my daughter's legs backward and trapped them
under my arms, tilting her pelvis upward.  Starting this time at her clit,
I licked downward, past her seeping tunnel to the tiny pink star of her
tightly clenched anus.  I tickled and toyed at it with just the tip of my
tongue as Tara shrieked and moaned around my shaft.  Her hips, of their own
volition, thrust upward and the little muscle gradually relaxed under my
ministrations.

   With infinite care, I poked the tip of my tongue against the spasming
opening.  The tight little ring irised shut, trapping my tongue for a
moment, then seemed to welcome the warmth of the intruding lengual member,
relaxing enough to let me penetrate a little deeper.  For every quarter
inch of progress I made inward, her sphincter went through the same ritual
- clamp down protectively, then relax and open.  Finally, I had gone as
deep as I could, and I started to tongue-fuck the tight little ring.  Each
plunge brought a muffled shriek from my daughter, and she started into a
series of mini-orgasms!

   I was afraid I would either blow my wad early or suffocate my daughter
if I stayed much longer in her throat, so I reluctantly withdrew and
reached into the nightstand for the lubricating gel.  Tara was still
panting from her first foray into analingus and didn't notice that I was
trying to get her to turn over.  I straightened her legs, crossed her
ankles, and with a move learned long ago in first-aid class, turned her
face down on the bed.

   I had to take a moment to savor the sight of my beautiful daughter's
naked behind, guilt-free (well, almost!) for the first time.  She was as
small and delicate as her mother had been, with the same pale, flawless
skin that carried a light dusting of freckles where the sun had come to
rest too long.  There was something both innocent and wanton about the way
her buttocks parted slightly to reveal the crinkled bud of her anus hiding
deep in its crevice.  How I had longed for a time when I might kneel behind
her prone form and drink in its fragile beauty!  Was it God answering my
prayers, or Satan having a good laugh at our expense that brought us to
this?

   Unanswerable questions were WAY too deep for me at that point, so I
squeezed a generous dollop of the gel onto my fingers, and gently
insinuated first one, then two of them where my tongue had so recently
explored.  As my slippery digits wormed their way deeper into Tara's
rectum, her sphincter nibbled at them and her hips rose to meet my
incursion.  A guttural moan issued from her throat, like that of a tortured
soul!

   Of their own accord, her freckled little hands reached back and spread
those lovely cheeks, inviting me deeper inside.  I squirted more gel at the
juncture where my fingers entered her body, and ever so carefully added a
third.  Tara's head rose from the mattress and the veins stood out on her
neck as she struggled against the involuntary spasms of her resisting anus!
Slowly, glacially, I moved inward.  When my remaining finger rested, bent,
inside her crease, I stopped and waited.

   The spasming, cringing muscle slowly began to relax its death grip upon
my fingers, and Tara's head flopped down on the sheet.

   Experimentally, I wriggled those trapped digits deep inside my
daughter's anal cavity.  Tara flung her head from side to side, auburn
tresses flying as her hips pushed upward against the sensation!  An
ear-piercing shriek tore from her throat and I thought her fingers would
bury themselves in the flesh of her buttocks!

   "...cock!" my daughter croaked, "Please, Dad!?  I've got to feel your
cock!"

   I squeezed a line of gel along the top side of my rigid member and
gently removed my already lubed fingers to spread it all over my rampant
pole.  Holding my breath, I nestled the sensitive tip of my glans in the
still winking opening.  I almost lost it right then as the thought of what
I was about to do flooded my consciousness!  Slowly but steadily, before
the muscular ring had time to shrink again, I pushed inward.

   "Push out, pumpkin!" I whispered in Tara's ear, "Pretend you're taking a
dump!"

   She must have understood, because the way opened up and I slid full
length into her, bumping through her inner sphincter on the way to her
virgin colon!

   "UHHHUHHHUHHH!" Tara groaned into the sheets as I invaded her body.  She
twitched and moaned beneath me.

   "Are you okay, sweetheart?" I whispered as I felt my pubic bush flatten
against her tender moons.

   My daughter turned her head to the side, flinging the hair from her
face, so I could see the angelic smile that painted her face!

   "I never (pant, pant) DREAMED...!" she gasped, then as my flexing cock
touched something inside her, "AAAGGGHH!  GOD!  Fuck me Daddy!  Fuck your
daughter's virgin ass!  Oh GOD, PLEASE fuck ME!"

   It was the 'Daddy' that did it.  She hadn't called me that in years, and
I vaguely wondered just how long she had wanted me!  Well, I had other
business to take care of at the moment, however!

   I started with long, firm strokes, watching Tara's lovely eyes roll back
as their lids fluttered with each inward plunge.  She lay flat on the bed
and thrust her buttocks upward in silent offering to my plundering rod! 
Such an invitation is NOT to be ignored!  Harder, faster, as I became more
certain that she wasn't going to be injured or caused too much pain, I
hammered her into the mattress, each pounding thrust met with a joyous
shriek of passion!  The delicate little hands that had proudly shown me
flowers, school projects, and baby kittens now scrabbled frantically at my
hips, striving to pull me in deeper, harder, faster!

   Then my daughter said what only a member of my family would have thought
of at that moment: "Fuck my fundament, Father!"

   I almost cracked up, but something about her thinking up such an
alliteration in the heat of the moment touched my heart and other organs
that were more directly involved with the current activities!

   "AARRRGGGHHH!  TARA!" I cried, slamming deep into her frail body,
"Daddy's cumming inside you baby!"

   "Oooooooooooo!" her howl as I blasted her insides would have put a wolf
to shame!  Every muscle in Tara's body clamped tight for a few seconds as
she vibrated like a tuning fork on the end of my spewing cock!  Then, once,
twice, three times, her body bent backward like a bow and snapped forward,
jamming her stuffed bottom hard against the base of my cock!  Like a
firehose, I inundated her guts with my heated discharge!  Pulse after
pulse, until there was nothing left but dry clenching, deep in my bowels, I
gave her everything my old body had to offer!

   Exhausted, drained, sated, and happy, I rolled sideways, taking Tara
with me, my still spasming cock buried deep in her twitching body.

   "Thank you, sweetheart." I said, meaning it.

   My daughter turned languid eyes in my direction and rasped, "Wow!  I
always suspected that you might still have a few things to teach me, pop,
but I never expected THIS!"