Ruined By The Coby Twins

Solo Ride To Pleasure Lane 3

JANET'S POV

It was still in Desmond's top drawer exactly where I'd hidden it.

I stood there holding it in both hands under the bedroom light.

Massive. Jelly-like. Ribbed the entire length with veins that ran thick along the shaft.

A deep burgundy colour that made it look both obscene and somehow convincing.

Vicky had called it a promise.

And standing here stark naked with my p***y still throbbing from two failed attempts at relief, I was prepared to hold her to it.

It was twelve inches long and two inches wide.

I swallowed.

But I was also excited.

Yes, Desmond was impressive. Ten inches of c**k that he used pretty well.

This dildo however, made Desmond’s c**k look like a joke.

My c**t pulsed again. And I got back into bed.

First things first…

I brought the tip to my mouth. The rubbery, faintly chemical taste hit my tongue immediately. Not pleasant. Not even close.

But a week of chasing an orgasm that kept running from me was far worse.

So, I pushed past it. Drawing the head into my mouth and applying slow suction the way I did when I blew out Desmond's c**k.

Saliva pooled.

And I sucked it deeper.

Let my mouth do what it was good at until the first four inches were thoroughly slick and glistening.

That would do.

I laid back.

Legs spread.

Hips tilted.

The sheets already wrecked beneath me.

My p***y absolutely soaking, walls still clenching from the finger fisting session.

I pressed the tip of the moistened dildo against my entrance.

Just held it there.

The broad head alone was already spreading me in a way that made my breath go shallow.

I pushed forward slightly.

My walls resisted. Stretched. Then gave.

"Oh…" The sound came out thin. Stunned.

I kept pushing.

An inch.

Two.

My walls gripping the ribbed shaft on every inch of progress, each ridge dragging against my inner walls as it pushed through them.

Three inches. Four.

"Oh my gosh," I breathed to the ceiling. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…"

Five inches.

Six.

My free hand grabbed the headboard.

My hips tilted up to accept more.

My walls were stretched beyond anything my fingers had managed.

Beyond anything I had ever experienced, even with my exes.

Each rib on the shaft pressed against places inside me that had never been pressed and my whole body was one long sustained gasp.

Fuuccckkk yeah!

Seven inches.

And I stopped.

Just stopped… before I passed out.

I laid there completely still with seven inches of that monster dildo buried in my flooding p***y while my walls spasmed around it.

"Fuuuck," I said to nobody.

Then I started moving it.

Slowly.

Pulling back until just the head remained inside. Watching my own p***y leak juice down the shaft as I withdrew.

Then pushing back in.

The wet sound it made entering me was filthy enough to make my face flush even completely alone.

I did it again.

Faster.

Oh yes! Damn you Desmond!

My walls gripped the shaft on every thrust, slick with how wet I was, the obscene squelch of the dildo driving in and out of me filling the quiet room entirely.

Then my free hand found my c**t.

And just one touch was enough to make my hips slam forward in shock.

"Yes… yes, there."

I stopped pulling out completely on each stroke now.

Just driving it in and out.

Six inches. Seven.

Fucking eight inches.

The stretch on the deeper thrusts ripping sounds from my throat that I hadn't made since Desmond last had time to handle me properly.

I went even deeper.

Nine inches now.

And my back arched off the mattress with so much force my shoulders left the sheets.

My walls clenched around it so tight the movement became resistance itself.

My c**t ground against my own fingers. The orgasm that had been running from me all night suddenly stopped running.

I could see it now.

It turned around.

Chasing me instead.

Ten inches.

"Oh… oh f**k… Desmond…"

I slammed it in to eleven inches.

And my whole body seized… like literally stiffened.

My walls clamped.

My p***y flooded around the shaft, juice frothing down the sides of the dildo and onto the ruined sheets.

The orgasm crashed through me like a tsunami.

My thighs jerked.

My toes curled.

And the sound I made wasn't a word.

But I didn't stop.

I kept going.

Kept circling my rigid c**t through every f*****g wave of pleasure.

Kept driving the dildo through my clenching walls even as my body convulsed.

Seconds later, a second orgasm stacked itself directly on top of the first before the first had finished.

My voice broke on it.

My hips bucked upward to meet my own hand.

The dildo buried to eleven inches inside me while I shook and sobbed and squirted hot and shameless down my own thighs.

The third orgasm came.

"Please, please… oh gosh!"

My arm was trembling.

My wrist aching.

My c**t swollen past sensitivity into something that was pain and pleasure simultaneously.

I slammed the dildo home one final time to the full twelve inches and held it there while the last wave tore through me.

And I screamed!

Then… silence.

Just the ceiling fan, my own ragged breathing and the wet ruin of the sheets beneath me.

I laid completely still for a long time.

The dildo still inside me.

My walls still intermittently clenching around it like they weren't ready to let go.

And I was slightly scared my p***y had wrapped too tightly around the girth.

‘Vicky,’’ I thought. ‘I owe you an apology for not appreciating this massive gift.’

A picture of Desmond stared at my from my vanity table.

And I rolled my eyes at it, before lowering my hand to the dripping dildo.

I'd need just one more of that orgasm before bed tonight.