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Ravaged by My Friends, by Jezebel Rose

Lily gasped as she saw two naked male figures in front of her. Once her vision adjusted to normal, she recognized the men as her beloved Harrison and Jackson.

“Guys,” Lily said. “You did come back for me.”

The men did not speak but only smiled. Lily gazed at their perfectly sculpted bodies. 

Each had muscular chests and abs sculpted like statues. Their skin glistened with summer sweat, and their hard cocks swung authoritatively between their thighs.  

They did not look like apparitions from a horror movie. They looked like real, hard men. She could recognize the hunger and lust in their eyes.

Harrison, the Marine, took the lead. He moved quickly toward Lily and pressed her arms up and against the brick wall. He planted his succulent lips against hers and forced her mouth apart with his eager tongue.

She kissed him back as he tightly gripped her wrists. His hard cock was level with the thin layer of her miniskirt covering her now moistening pussy. She felt his massive shaft bulge against her delicate mound, and she wished the fabric of her dress did not block his manhood.

As the two kissed, Jackson approached from beyond Harrison’s shoulder. He drove his face against her neck and began to kiss and nibble her delicate skin.

After a moment of gently working his mouth on her neck, he moved up to her ear and kissed that particular spot behind her lobe. Next, he sucked her earlobe as a hungry animal might.

The two supernatural men worked for their hands across her breasts, stomach, and thighs in a medley of lustful groping. Lily switched between kissing the two men’s lips so often that she lost track of whom she was kissing. It didn’t matter because she was giving in to the deepest desires she had harbored for so long.

“I love you,” each of the men took turns whispering into Lily’s ears. Her pussy surged with its creamy lather.

Chains appeared in the hands of each of the men, and they wrapped her wrists between the links before somehow attaching its ends against the brick wall behind her. She could hear the voices of the crowds walking by at each end of the dark alley.

“Take me however you want,” she said to the men ravaging her.

~

Lily was both the luckiest and unluckiest young woman in the world. At the age of 24, she had dated two of the most gorgeous and sexually satisfying men a woman could ask for. Sadly, each of them died in freak accidents.

Harrison was her boyfriend from ages 20 through 22. 

He was a big, healthy Marine. He was tall with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. 

She felt safe in his arms, and he was a rough and confident lover. He knew how to bend her over a kitchen counter and make her his toy in a way that stretched her pussy to its capacity. He would pound her tight little box relentlessly until she came multiple times. His stamina was legendary.

Harrison never went to fight overseas because a drunk driver hit and killed him near his base of all enemies.

After a year of mourning, she was ready to date again, and that’s when she met Jackson. Another muscular stud, Jackson, was training for the Olympics as a powerlifter. He was muscle-bound with a heart of gold. He also knew how to dominate her delicate body, but he had a skillful tongue, as well. She remembered how he made her sit on his face so he could plow his tongue deep into her hole. She would squirm her hips over his face and let his slick tongue swirl the walls of her cunt while his lips latched onto her labia and pulled with mechanical grade suction.

As smart as he was, Jackson dabbled in performance-enhancing drugs and overdosed six months into their hot and heavy relationship. 

Lily missed her men—their love, support, and emotional attention. They were kind and good men. Those were not the attributes she thought of each night when she was alone in her bedroom. 

She thought of how they worshipped and ravaged her body.

Underneath the warm blankets of her bed, Lily would dip her fingers under the band of her cotton panties and press them against the moist folds of her aching pussy. She would part her lips to let her wetness soak her fingers. The feel of her palm against her hard clit was nothing like the cocks, lips, and tongues of Harrison and Jackson, but it had to do. As her clit sizzled from her furious rubbing, she would drive two or three fingers deep into her hole and fuck herself until she soaked her sheets with her feminine cum.

***

It was a Friday afternoon. Lily took a long lunch break to visit a psychic in the city near her office. One of her friends at work made the referral.  

“Esmerelda is the best there is,” her friend told her. 

“She can channel the dead and communicate anything you want. If it wasn’t for her, I never would have reconnected with my father.”

“You believe it’s for real?”

“She knows things that no one can know.”

Esmerelda worked in a tiny storefront. Lily felt her heart pound as she opened the door and entered. She didn’t know what to expect and was afraid of what the ghosts of her lovers might have to say to her, assuming Esmerelda wasn’t a fake.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” Esmerelda said as Lily sat at her small café table in the corner of the dark store. Esmeralda was a tiny older woman with exotic features.

Her perfume smelled strange but pleasant. “You’re as beautiful as they told me.”

“Who?”

“The men you came to talk to.”

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