Part 3: Friday Night Delights
I feel I need to respond to some of the reader's comments. Some have suggested that since Ashley is a smart girl she didn't need to become a cock slut in order to beat Ellen in the election. Well first off this story is published on Literotica so naturally it has an erotic theme. It was not published under erotic couplings but under incest/taboo so there should be no surprises. Maybe if I was smarter I could have Ashley beat Ellen without resorting to any sexual activities but what would be the fun in that. (Actually I didn't start out with the idea of writing an incest story. I started with the end of the story and tried to figure out how Ashley got there. The rest just followed. In fact I have two daughters and can say I have never had any urges to have sex with them. When they were born, I was concerned since I was raised with two sisters and often had fantasies about them and their girlfriends. I guess it is just different with daughters. I feel much more protective.)
Perhaps I am missed the point of the comments. It could be the reader was simply objecting to the idea that Ashley was going to be engaging only in blow jobs. In that case I totally agree. That would be boring. Ashley had to start somewhere and her tastes (pun intended) will grow. I think that this chapter has her exploring some new territory (again pun intended). There used to be a genre where the female protagonist was stripped to her panties in scene after scene but never every lost them. In that genre the female had lots of sexual intercourse but all with panties intact. Although I love women in nothing but panties, I found that the genre was repetitive and boring. (Originally Ashley was going to finally loose her hymen after homecoming but that seemed too much like the panty genre.) So Ashley will get beyond blow jobs. Even the pool party she is preparing for will contain surprises.
My second concern is more serious. I believe that sex between consenting adults is a beautiful thing. One of my daughters regularly sends me material on discrimination. One article dealt with slut shaming. This is a vile practice often used by girls to keep other girls in their place. Strangely the higher class girls doing the shaming have been shown to engage in more sexual activity than the ones they shame. Men also engage in slut shaming. The vile part is that people are shaming other people for engaging in sex which I firmly believe is a beautiful thing if the parties are consenting. Unfortunately America has a long history of sexual puritanism. It has taken me years to even partially recover from what the priests and nuns did to me. I can only hope that my readers can accept their sexuality and that of others (no matter how strange) and move on to enjoy their lives to the fullest.
The job of an erotic story's author is to somehow get the characters to engage in sexual activity. Often the ploy used is unbelievable but then these stories are just sexual fantasies. Some authors take longer than others to get to the sex part. Some are more believable than others. One of my current favorites (Pas in non-consent) wastes no time getting his female characters into trouble in only one or two pages. Meanwhile another favorite (mxwtt in erotic couplings) does an excellent job of character development and takes longer than most to set up very elaborate sexual encounters.
I am willing to include reader's suggestions if they fit with my overall concept. In fact this chapter is in response to a suggestion from my volunteer editor. I had no plans originally to write this chapter and may never get to the conclusion at this rate. Even the pool party is a week away. Finally I am still undecided as to who will take Ashley's "technical" virginity. Readers can vote by sending me $10 or dumping a bucket of ice water over their head. (Or just post a comment.)
When Ashley's alarm went off she woke up disoriented. She was lying on her back naked. Her legs were slightly spread and her right hand was pressing against her vagina as if trying to keep her insides from coming out. At first she had no idea why she was naked. She had been dreaming about swimming with Ryan at his house. He had removed her bikini top and was sucking on her breast. When the alarm had gone he had pushed his hand into her suit bottom and inserted his fingers into her cunt. She felt stuffed. As her dream faded she realized she was still holding the vibrator inside of her. Her other hand was touching her breast. Her eyes flew open and she looked around the room in alarm. The house was quiet and she was alone in her room. She pulled the vibrator out of her vagina that was still wet from her dream. However, the sense of fullness was still there and she felt like she needed to shit.
She reached down between her legs and was surprised that the plug was still buried in her ass. A mild tug failed to dislodge it. She pulled harder with no more success. It was lodged in tight and her sphincter was clinched around the narrower part of the plug below the T shaped handle. Ashley drew her knees up to her chest and grabbed the handle with both hands. She pulled hard. It did not budge. She twisted the handle back and forth and pulled again. She pulled with all of her strength until her whole body began to shake from the effort. Her body was coated in sweat. Ashley was trying not to panic.
Ashley rolled over on to her knees and snatched the leather case from the night stand. She desperately searched through the instruction book for help. It offered the advice that one should start with the smaller plug first. She looked at the case and realized she had accidently grabbed the largest one in her lust driven haste. At the bottom of the page was a section discussing removing an anal plug. It recommended applying lubricant to the anus and working it inside by slowly moving the plug in and out. It also suggested twisting to get the plug well lubricated. Finally it said to relax as much as possible and try to push it out as if taking a bowel movement. If necessary it indicated that a trip to the emergency room might be required.
Ashley was horrified at the idea of going to the ER in a small town. Everyone in town would know and she might as well just join a nunnery on the spot.
Ashley found the lube and applied it to her fully stretched anus. She lay on her back and slowly wiggled the plug in and out with one hand while applying lube with the other. She twisted the plug in her butt while trying to relax by breathing slowly and deeply. It started to feel looser. She pulled her knees up to her chest and concentrated on pushing out the plug as if she was taking a shit. She grabbed the handle and pulled hard. She twisted and pulled with all her might using both hands. She pushed like she was constipated. Once again she started to tremble and tears came to her eyes. She pulled her knees up to her head and pushed as if she was trying to shit out her bowels. Suddenly the plug shoot out and Ashley cried in relief. It took several minutes for her to calm down.
Ashley crawled out of bed for a much needed shower. She cleaned the sex toys and returned them to the case. She put the case in the back of her closet. She pulled on her soccer clothes and headed to the kitchen for breakfast.
"Morning Ash!"
She was surprised to see her Dad in the kitchen. By this time he was usually out for his morning run.
"Morning Dad. Are you skipping your run today?"
"Oh I had a great night's sleep and got up early. I already did six miles. Thought I'd cook you kid's some breakfast. Are you interested in an omelet and some home fries?"
Ashley was even more famished than usual. She was a big fan of her Dad's omelets. He had a mound of cooked onions, peppers and sausage flavored with herbs from the garden.
"Wow! Aren't you chipper this morning? Please give me a serving of your bliss along with a three egg omelet."
Her Dad laughed and started to prepare breakfast for the two of them. Ashley grabbed a mug of steaming hot coffee. She sat at the counter that included the built in stove. She was very aware of her well reamed cunt and ass as she sat on the bar stool. She squirmed slightly on the stool as she beamed at her Dad.
Her Dad gave her a big smile and said, "Well I had the best night's sleep in months and I signed a new client last night. But I think someone else is overflowing with ecstasy. I take it everything is going well – soccer, Ryan and the campaign."
Ashley said, "Yeah it's all great. I'm almost over being sore from practice. I'm really looking forward to seeing Ryan this weekend. We have a lot of catching up to do. As for the campaign we are making progress on all fronts."