Ruined By The Coby Twins: An Erotic Compilation

ASHLEY'S POV

My free hand lowered to the bottom of my short linen nightwear and into it. The fabric of my underwear was warm against the rising heat on my skin. My fingers grazed my inner thigh and found a slick trail of pussy juice running all the way down to my knee

I was already dripping. Just from a photo.

My fingers gently teased each side of my sensitive folds and I stifled a moan into my pillow.

My hips rolled forward on their own. Slow. Lazy. Searching. Before I'd even decided to move them. And my nightgown bunched at my waist.

"Yeah, just like that Ash, I know you want my fingers deep inside you."

I shut my eyes. Hoping it would stop. It didn't. I still heard his voice in my head.

My entrance clenched around nothing and I let out a shaky breath through my nose.

I teased myself for another minute. Just the outside. Just barely. Until my thighs were trembling and I was biting down hard on my lips to stay quiet.

My walls were pulsing... begging.

I opened my eyes and my gaze locked on his again in the photo.

I stared at Jason's dark eyes, imagining him staring back into mine as he fucked me. "Don't you fucking take your eyes off me bitch."

I pushed two fingers into my hole and the slick warmth swallowed them immediately and a sound came out that I didn't plan. Low. Broken. And embarrassingly desperate.

I firmly pushed them in till they were fully inserted and my back curved off the mattress, my toes pressing hard into the sheets.

I held still for a second. Just feeling it. Feeling how wet I was. Feeling how badly my body had wanted this without telling me.

Then I started moving. Slow at first. In and out. Each thrust deliberate, my fingers curling slightly on the way back out like I was trying to drag the feeling for as long as possible.

I heard Jason in my head. "You like it when I fuck you with my fingers, right?"

"Uhh, yes Jason", I breathed to nobody. "I do... just like that."

I picked up the pace, my fingers thrusting faster... harder.

I moved my eyes to his massive arms and imagined him pinning me to the wall. Holding me so securely while he violently fingered my swollen cunt like he didn't care if it hurt as I slumped against his muscular body.

The wet sounds filled my quiet room and my face burned but I didn't stop. I was too far gone to stop.

My hips were moving now, rolling up to meet my own fingers like my body had completely taken over and left my brain standing at the door.

"Oh, fu- fuck."

I added a third finger and my mouth fell open. A wave of heat rose into my belly. Fuck.

The stretch hit different. My walls gripped tight around the extra finger and I had to stop moving for a second just to breathe through it... that sharp, sweet, overwhelming feeling of being fuller than comfortable and not wanting it to stop.

His voice came again. Clearer. More dominant. Pulling me deeper into it. He was laughing.

"You're such a tight little whore for me."

"Yes, Jason, I- I- am", I whimpered into the dark, curling my fingers against my walls like I was searching for treasure. "Please, don't stop stretching my tight hole."

I started fucking myself harder. My wrist was aching and I didn't care. The sound of my wet pussy taking my fingers over and over filled the room and everytime I bottomed out I let out a small helpless moan that I muffled into my shoulder.

I added a fourth finger and I gasped as my whole body recoiled into the sheets. My legs snapped shut around my own hand, trapping it, holding it there as my walls stretched around all four fingers and a long shaking moan tore out of me before I could stop it.

I couldn't focus on his picture anymore. My vision had blurred at the edges.

The tension coiled tighter. Every second stretched and my body reacted faster than my thoughts could keep up.

My thighs were shaking. My chest was heaving. Every thrust was winding me closer and closer to something I couldn't climb back down from.

I forcefully ripped my fingers out. The sound my pussy made and the sudden devastating emptiness, dragged a scream out of my throat that I had absolutely no control over.

My walls clenched and unclenched around the vacuum. Desperate and furious and greedy.

Then I slid my wet fingers over my hardened clit and my hips launched off the bed. Yes, that was just the spot.

"Oh, you like that, right?" Jason's voice said as I imagined him working my clit between two fingers.

I couldn't speak. I just circled. Hard, fast and relentless, my soaked fingers sliding over my swollen clit while my whole body shook and my other hand tightened around my phone almost crushing it.

"Jason, pleaseee..."

My orgasm didn't build. It detonated.

Inhaling sharply, I felt the pleasure intensify and spread throughout my entire body. Hitting me in waves of crashing gratification.

My toes curled so hard they cramped. My thighs snapped shut around my hand and my spine arched completely off the mattress, my shoulders and heels the only things touching the bed, and I came so hard my vision went white at the edges and sound stopped working for several seconds. My body spasmed so hard, the phone flew out my hand onto the floor in a crashing noise.

I shut my eyes as Jason battered my clit.

"Oh my gosh, Jason, yes, yes, yes. Please, I'm cumming!"

I kept going. Kept circling my clit. Riding every last wave until my body was twitching with oversensitivity and my arm had nothing left.

My pussy squirted all over the place. Juice soaking my arm, the sheets and even the wall opposite me. A warm wet patch spread beneath me that I'd have to deal with later and absolutely could not care about right now.

Then I collapsed. Just fell back into the wet sheets and laid there completely ruined, staring at the ceiling, heaving and panting, fingers still slick.

I couldn't think. Couldn't move. Just feel.

I just existed there, trying to catch my breath.

Quickly, reality came back as my body collected itself from such an intense session.

Stephanie.

The name hit harder this time and my shame creeped up.

How could I?

What kind of friend was I? Fucking myself to the photos of my bestfriend's boyfriend. Sick!

I stared harder at the ceiling like it might give me answers to those questions.

I turned to the edge of the bed, stretching my hand to grab my phone off the floor. It was slick with my juice.

Still on his page.

Then, it began to buzz and a huge incoming call pop-up filled the screen.

Fuck.

I stared at the caller. Stephanie. Of course.

Totally calling me just after I had cum over the mere thought of her boyfriend.

I swiped the screen.

Stephanie's voice was low. "I'm sorry I never mentioned Jason."

My heart sank.