Ruined By The Coby Twins: An Erotic Cumpilation

ASHLEY'S POV

EVERY CHARACTER IS ABOVE 18.

I fucked the Coby twins. Two of them identical. Raw. Both of them deep in me, pulling my tight pussy apart.

Yes, I did it and I loved it... every inch of it.

This has kinda been a secret.

Who am I kidding? It's defs a secret I've been keeping for over six months now.

I'm not even sure I should be this excited about it. Help me!

First, before I continue... promise it'll stay between the both of us, because how it happened totally took me off guard. You'll be surprised too.

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It started on Valentine's eve last year. I was just leaving Stephanie's birthday bash when I caught a spill of light reflecting off a red car.

The driver?

Easily the hottest, most well-built jock I'd ever seen.

Jason Coby.

A tall, smoldering chunk of testosterone and ripping muscles.

He parked his car and stepped out, the sunset hitting his blond hair at the perfect angle to give him that main character halo around his face... and suddenly I felt naked.

Not the spicy kinda naked. No. The I-look-like a bum-in-this-hideous-modest-outfit-my-mum-forced-me-to-wear kinda naked. Eew.

'OMG, he's walking up to me now. Act normal, Ashley', I rambled in my head.

"Hey, umm...", Jason began, coming up the entrance stairs to me. His expression shifted like he was trying to remember my name.

"Oh... right... I'm Ashley", I blurted. "Yes, Ashley... that's my name... me". I let out a nervous laugh that sounded like it needed help.

Crap. Get it together Ashley.

"Oh, nice, I'm Jason", he responded, offering his hand. The contact between our skin flipped something low in my stomach. "You live around here?"

"Me? Oh no... just here for a friend's birthday."

"Stephanie?"

"Well yes. She's been my closest friend since, like, fifth grade. She's also gonna be travelling for her first year in college this week... so her parents decided to throw this mega birthday party for her."

Had I just overshared? Probably. Hopefully he wasn't irritated by my big mouth... because who asked for all this "totally necessary" information?

I was sure he was scanning me top to bottom. And my outfit? Betraying me completely.

But instead, Jason tilted his head and smiled at me. Like, actually smiled... and I nearly died on Stephanie's front lawn.

"Stephanie's cool," he said, nodding slowly. "She's my girlfriend."

And just like that, the world did a little spin.

GIRLFRIEND!

The word hit somewhere behind my ribs. Which is weird because... I literally just met this dude thirty seconds ago. You can't have feelings for someone in thirty seconds. That's not how feelings worked. Right?

Except, apparently my feelings didn't get that memo.

I blinked. Once. Twice. Fifty fucking times... smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.

"Oh wow, that's so sweet!" I heard myself say. My voice even sounded happy. Like, genuinely happy... whoever was operating my mouth at that moment deserved a fucking Oscar because my brain was absolutely not on the same page.

His girlfriend. Stephanie. My Stephanie?

We'd been best friends since we were literally ten and still thought boys had coochies. Yet she never mentioned him?

Not just any guy.

Him!!

Betrayal!

"Yeah," Jason said, rocking back on his heels, hands in his pockets now. Looking all relaxed and golden and completely unaware that he had just broken something small and stupid inside a girl he'd known for less than a minute.

"We've been together almost a year." A year?? My head actually throbbed. "She talks about you a lot, actually. Ashley... the quiet one."

The quiet one?

I almost burst into laughter.

More like the single and desperate-to-get-laid one.

"That's me," I said instead, pointing finger guns at myself like an absolute dork.

Who did that?? Who pointed finger guns?? I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole... ugly modest outfit and all.

He chuckled slightly though. A low, warm sound that rolled through the evening air and landed somewhere it had absolutely no business landing.

Stop it, Ashley.

"Tell Steph I said happy birthday again," I managed, hitching my bag higher on my shoulder. "And she better call me before she goes to bed."

He stepped aside for me to go down the stairs.

Then.

"Ya know, this dress makes you look kinda thick, Ash?" he said, turning his head to follow behind me as I walked away from him.

My face immediately felt terribly flushed. I didn't turn to respond to him, scared he'd see what he was doing to me.

I heard the entrance door shut behind him. He didn't even wait for a reaction. He didn't need to.

Was he flirting? Nah he couldn't.

I was overthinking things. It was just a harmless compliment... right?

Back home, I shut my bedroom door harder than necessary. The sound echoed. I didn't care.

All I could think about was Jason. Jason.

JASON.

The way he looked at me.

The way he said my name.

The way that stupid comment he made stuck to my skin like it meant something.

I tossed my bag aside and stood there for a second, just breathing.

This was stupid. He was Stephanie's boyfriend.

I should have let it go. I didn't.

After a quick shower, I changed into my nightwear and dropped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling like it had answers.

Then something caught my eyes at the edge of the bed.

My phone.

No, I wasn't actually going to...

Inhaling a deep breath, I grabbed it.

"Just to look," I muttered under my breath, already unlocking it.

The app opened before I could even pretend to hesitate.

My fingers hovered over the search bar.

J. A. S. O. N. C...

His profile appeared immediately.

I clicked. And I immediately regretted it.

I swallowed slowly as I scrolled.

Each picture was hotter than the last.

The confidence. The body. The way he looked into the camera like he knew what he was doing... to me.

The thought of him being Stephanie's boyfriend hit. Stayed. Then it started to blur.

I shifted slightly on the bed, suddenly too aware of the heat rising in my own body.

This was a bad idea. I should stop. But I didn't.

My thumb slowed over one photo.

I imagined what it would feel like to be pinned to the wall by those huge arms... by him. Would he take it easy or would he be rough just the way I wanted to be handled?

I bit my lower lip as I zoomed into the very visible bulge on his trousers.

"Fuck," I muttered again.

I felt my pussy get wet immediately. I sat up on the bed, tension building between my legs.

I focused on the prominent bulge, wondering what his cock would look like curled in there. I knew it would be huge. The perfect size for stretching out tight cunts like my own. Maybe, he stretched out Stephanie's own like that too.

My free hand shifted slightly against the sheets like they didn't know where to go. I knew exactly where they wanted to go.

My hesitation slipped. My body stopped asking.

I closed my eyes. There was only... him.

His voice came first. Low. Too close to ignore. "I loved how thick your ass looked in that dress, Ash."

I swallowed.

"Stop," I whispered to myself.

I didn't mean it. Not really

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.

ASHLEY'S POV

There was silence. I didn't know where to start from.

The call lasted a long minute. She apologized, I accepted, hesitantly. And just like that we called it a truce. One of those misunderstandings that friends brushed past without thinking too hard about it.

Except, what happened between me and Jason that evening wasn't something you could just brush past. It sat there, heavy and dangerous.

A pang of jealousy ran through my body. Why did it bother me so much that she had a boyfriend. Or rather... that Jason was the kind of boyfriend she had? Ugh!

I shouldn't be feeling like that about someone I called my friend... my bestfriend. I should be happy like normal people would be.

I wasn't.

She told me she'd be travelling for college the next day, Valentine's day. Something about her needing to process her placement earlier than expected.

She hoped I'd find someone at the party. The huge Valentine's Day party Jason was throwing at his place.

And she was totally gutted she'd miss it.

I kept my voice perfectly level. "That's such a shame."

We hung up.

I sat there for a second, phone warm in my slick hand, the guilt doing its thing in my chest.

Then I got up.

My legs felt a little weak, my body still humming like the aftershock hadn't fully worn off yet.

I turned toward the mirror without really thinking about it, and the second my eyes met my reflection, I froze.

My nipples were still hard beneath the thin fabric of my nightwear, pressing through it like they had something to prove. My thighs were slick, a faint sheen catching the light, and my skin still carried that flushed, overheated look that hadn't quite faded.

I looked... used.

Not by anyone else.

By my own thoughts.

By him.

I swallowed, dragging my gaze up to meet my own eyes, and for a second I didn't even recognize myself.

"This quickly got out of hand," I muttered quietly, half surprised I just cummed to the thought of someone I had known for less than twenty four hours.

But even then, I didn't move away.

Valentine's day arrived the way it always did. Loud, pink, red, and totally inconsiderate to single people like me.

I spent three hours getting ready. Maybe if I wore something less conservative to the party I'd be able to squeeze out another compliment from Jason. Not just about my ass... something more specific.

Jason's party was already in full swing by the time I got there.

The music hit me at the door, that deep, chest-thumping bass you felt in your ribs.

In the dim lighting, pushed my way through the crowd, brushing past shoulders, dancing bodies, red cups, trying to act like I belonged here. Like I wasn't finding someone.

And then somehow, like he had been waiting for the exact moment I'd arrive... Jason appeared.

My breath caught before I could stop it, heat rushing straight to my face as his eyes moved over me slowly, deliberately, and I suddenly became hyper-aware of everything I was wearing.

The top I'd chosen dipped just low enough to show off my cleavage in a way that wasn't accidental, and my low-rise jeans hugged my waist tight, sitting just right on my hips and making sure my ass did exactly what I'd picked them for.

My waist looked snatched, my whole body framed in a way I knew damn well wasn't innocent.

I had snuck out of the house dressed like this before my mum saw it and had an opinion.

"Didn't think you'd come,"

"Here I am," I replied, trying to sound casual, even though my heart was racing.

He tilted his head toward the back of the house. "Come outside."

The back patio was quieter. String lights hung overhead. And crickets were chirping much lower than the music inside.

"You look different," he said.

"Different how?"

The corner of his mouth moved. "Just different."

He was doing the cool thing. The unbothered thing. Giving me just enough to keep me leaning in without committing to anything. And I also was doing my thing, angling slightly, letting the light catch my cleavage, laughing longer than necessary.

Then my phone buzzed.

Stephanie.

The guilt rushed in. I held up a finger.

"One sec."

I stepped away and answered.

"Ash, I made it!" Her voice was overly excited. "How's the party going? Is Jason okay? Make sure he's not chatting up other girls..."

"He's fine," I said, my back to him, voice completely steady. "Party's good."

"You're the best babes. Miss you already."

"Miss you too, Steph."

I hung up. Turned around. And Jason was gone.

I headed back inside. The music was much louder now. The lights dimmer. The energy shifted into that later-in-the-night loseness where people stopped pretending they weren't doing what they were doing.

I moved down the hallways looking for him.

That's when I heard it.

Sounds coming from the end of the hall. Low. Unmistakeable. And wet.

I should have stopped. I kept on walking. The door was slightly open, just enough to let the sounds slip out. And what I saw made my breath hitch in my throat.

The room was dimly lit by a single red light in the corner casting everything in amber and dark.

There were bodies. Four, five, six...multiple of them. They were tangled on the floor, on the bed and against the wall in intense passion. In a way that made it impossible to tell where one person ended and another began.

A girl was bent over the edge of the bed, her dress bunched up to her waist, taking a huge cock from behind while her mouth was wrapped around another even bigger cock entirely.

Her moans were out of this world as the two monster cocks stretched her from opposite ends.

Two other girls were pressed together on the floor, stark naked, tits to tits, laps intertwined as they fingered each other's swollen pussy into oblivion.

One of them screamed as she reached her orgasm. "Fuck fuck fuck yes, huh huh huh." While her partner thrust into her cunt harder and she squirted all over both their them without slowing down.

Against the far wall a guy had a petite girl pinned with her legs locked around his waist, his hips rolling into her in long, grinding strokes that made her sob uncontrollably out of sheer pleasure.

Fuck!

My face was burning as I watched. My thighs pressed together without permission.

Nobody in that room cared that a stranger was staring at them. Not that their crashing orgasms would even let them see me.

I stepped back suddenly.

My back hit something very solid. And warm. And unmistakeable.

I froze.

The pressure against my lower back was exactly the size I'd spent last night imagining. Exactly.

"Looking for something?" Jason's voice came right at the top of my ear.

I turned around slowly. He was looking down at me, slightly amused. One hand braced on the wall beside my head,cup in the other, looking at me like he'd been expecting to find me here.

"I was looking for you," I said.

"Found me."

He tilted his head slightly towards the entrance of the hallway. "Come on."