Goth Girls and Cereal (Patreon)

Author's Note: A brief shout out to Hannah Baird who inspired this fun story. Go check out her Literotica stories, she's more dark than me but so well written and creative and deserves to be read.

The lights were dim, the music loud, and the bodies sweaty as they moved and jumped, following  the banging beat of Midnight Mourning’s newest single Your Grave, My Garden. Helena stood near the back of the undulating crowd, a drink in her hand held up in the air and banging her head, dark locks flying around her sweaty face, purple highlights glowing in the flashing black lights.

Heat was pressing down all around the small club, the cool ice in her drink and the dripping condensation the only relief she was getting as she swayed her hips in the dark cut-off jeans that were barely covering her ass. Mesh stockings were soaked through with sticky sweat, clinging to her cheeks and thighs and legs, dark boots pounding the concrete floor in time with the rolling drums.

Boom! Boom! Boomboomboombadaaaaaaboom!

She screamed along with the lyrics, ones she still hadn’t gotten a chance to memorize yet. They were something about flowers growing from ‌rich soil, given life by the deceased. It wouldn’t be long before she had the words tucked away in her brain, but for now she’d just let them wash over her. The bridge began, and she swirled her hips, her exposed stomach slick with sweat, cut off t-shirt with various Hello Kitty skulls all over it was just as soaked as the rest of her, highlighting that she hadn’t worn a bra.

There were more scandalously dressed girls and guys at the concert, but she still felt a little bit exposed. Usually she wore more, but the heat of summer had made her strip some of her typical layers. Something she was glad of now that she was burning calories in the club, sweating off every drop of water she was able to retain.

Janiee came up, emerging from the crowd like some sort of blossoming bud, the dark reds of her shirt and tights at odds with the sea of black and dark purples and blues. “I have to pee!” she screamed over the music.

“Well, don’t do it here! People could slip and fall! Safety first, NeeNee!” Helena laughed, still letting her body move and her drink slosh from her glass onto her mesh gloved hand.

“Shut it, bitch. Come with me! No way I’m going alone in this dive.” Janiee grabbed ‌Helena’s arm and started dragging her, pulling her through the shifting, moving, writhing bodies.

People bumped and bustled and banged against them as they moved until finally making it towards the back of the club, off to the side of the bar, and pushed into one of the doors…

Several men stood in line at a long trough that was filled with discolored melting ice. The smell was… it was like a wall that hit the girls and made them immediately step back gagging, quickly turning to the other door (the correct one) and slipping inside gasping for breath like they’d just run through a cloud of noxious gas.

The ladies room wasn’t much better, but there was a clear effort to put in air fresheners so that there was a tinge of flowers mingling with the pee smell. Janiee pulled Helena along to a stall near the back as they passed girls adjusting their outfits, reapplying make-up, a couple were even vaping, which at least it wasn’t smoking but still pretty tacky and gross to Helena. Her friend pushed into the empty stall, yanked Helena inside with her and closed the door. The latch was flimsy and barely held the stall shut so Helena put her back to it and turned her head as Janiee shimmied out of her tights and hovered over the toilet seat.

“Not gonna put my bare ass on this riddled throne.” Janiee muttered.

“You didn’t seem to have any trouble putting your cheeks on Jerome the other night. Pretty sure his lap is just as germ-riddled as that seat.” Helena giggled, sipping at her drink, only daring to look at her friend from the corner of her eye.

Janiee flipped her off. “He probably was, but his dick was worth it.”

Helena rolled her eyes.

“If you’d just get over this whole, I don’t do one night stand thing, you’d enjoy it too. Hell, we could enjoy it together. You know I’ve been kinda dying to try some bi stuff.” Janiee began to finish up, pulling at ‌a couple squares of toilet paper with just two fingers, afraid to touch much of anything unless absolutely necessary.

“You may need to see a therapist about this whole… sex addiction thing you’ve got going.” Helena finished off her drink, letting a piece of ice slip into her mouth, beginning to crunch at it.

“I’m not addicted. I just have a healthy appetite. You should be flattered. Not everyday you let a girl know you wanna munch her.” Janiee stood up, pulling up her tights.

“God, you're a perv.” Helena snorted, still crunching the ice.

“You love me anyway.” Janiee shoved her playfully. “Come on, let's get out of here, I don’t wanna get tetanus.” They slipped out of the stall, the auto flush loud and surprising, and made their way to the sinks. Both washed their hands, scrubbing hard over every surface of skin exposed before exiting back out into the thumping and screeching of the band playing one of their original hits, Down Below, We all Go.

Helena took her glass back to the bar and set it down, trying to be polite and not just leave it somewhere it might get knocked over and break.

“Do you still wanna stay? I’m hungry.” Janiee screamed over the grinding guitar solo.

“Pancakes?” Helena asked, smiling and brushing back her sweaty hair.

“Damn Straight!” Janiee grinned.

“Lead the way NeeNee, I‌’ve heard these songs enough. I can always catch them when they come back through town anyway.” Helena shoved her friend, giving her cute butt a slap, and made their way to the club entrance. Outside, even though it was still an oppressive summer heat, it almost felt like Canadian winter when the exited the humid body furnace that the club had become.

“Fuck it feels good out hear!” Janiee cried, lifting her arms up, swaying her dark blue dyed hair and letting sweat fly.

A couple boys who were standing off to the side, smoking, whistled. “Shake it Baby Blue!”

Janiee looked over at them, cocked a hip and slapped her ass. “Fuck off!” She flipped the bird, looped her arm through mine and started marching down the block to where a 24-hour dinner’s neon lights and chrome decor were calling their name.

…

The smell of grease and coffee and burnt toast assaulted the girls as they came in and took a seat at the bar on the sticky stools. Helena waved over the waitress, a middle aged woman with frazzled dark hair, a messy lime green uniform and a stained apron. She was all smiles despite her haggard look as she came up and pulled out an order pad.

“What can I get’ya hun?” Her voice was gravely but sweet.

“Pancakes.” Helena held her hands up a foot apart. “Big stack. Smother it with syrup. And coffee.”

Janiee was bobbing her head. “Same same… and…” She leaned further over the counter. “Was that Peppermint Schnapps I saw you slip into your pocket?” Her stark white eyebrow rose in curiosity.

The woman blushed for a moment, looked around to make sure no one was looking and shrugged. “Perhaps.”

“Mind giving us a little… sweet treat in our coffee?” Janiee grinned sweetly.

The waitress snorted and rolled her eyes. “Hair of the dog that bit ya, huh?”

“Doesn’t that only apply in the morning? Like when you wake up with a hangover?” Helena asked, looking at the labels of the various condiments sitting in front of her.

“Hardly matters. I’ll add a splash for you girls.” With a wink she finishes jotting down their order and walked off, calling out to the kitchen to start their hotcakes.

The sound of bangs and clangs and sizzles filled the space, and the smell of fresh batter mixed with the other aromas. Two coffees appeared before the girls quickly, the waitress moving quickly to another customer who had walked in and sat down next to Helena on a squeaky stool.

Taking a slow drink of her coffee, Helena let the bitter taste and the clear splash of peppermint wash over her. Next to her, the man who’d walked in ordered an omelet and coffee. He was somewhat tall and skinny, dressed in a plaid button down and jeans. His hair was a tousled dusty red and he was cute in a dorky way.

His gaze moved casually and caught Helena staring at him as she was sipping her coffee. The flush in his cheeks made her smile. Definitely cute. Dorky. But cute.

“Uh…hi.” He muttered, his smile faltering.

She just nodded and then turned her attention back to her coffee and let out a deep groan when she saw the waitress coming out from the kitchen with two plates of stacked pancakes dripping in butter and syrup. “You ma’am, are a godsend.” Helena grins, grabbing her knife and fork and digging in before the plate was even settled.

“Enjoy darlin’. But be sure to chew.” The woman’s laugh was warm.

Janiee was digging in almost as ravenously, cutting and sponging up the thick syrup.

A minute later the man’s omelet was delivered and everyone along the bar was eating in peace.

“So… what did you think of the concert?”

The words took Helena by surprise. She looked up with her mouth stuffed full of fluffy goodness, syrup dripping down along her chin. The dorky cutie was looking at her shyly, cutting into his omelet slowly.

“Hmmm?” She muttered around her food.

“The… the concert. You were at the club right? Midnight Mourning?” 

She blinked, stunned a boy like this would even know Midnight Mourning was a band. Swallowing and quickly washing her food down with a drink of coffee, Helena turned back to him. “You… you were there?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. They aren’t my favorite. I much prefer Blaqu Daun, but Midnight Mourning has some real bangers…what?”

Helena was staring at him as if he’d grown a second head, one that was decked out in black lipstick, dark eyeshadow and mascara and silver ear studs. “I… it’s just… uh, you look a bit to preppy to be at a show like that.”

Janiee leaned forward, finally catching a glimpse of the man sitting next to Helena. “Yeah. You’ve kinda got a country boy vibe going. Sure you aren’t confused? I think there’s a Podunk Party hoedown somewhere down the block.”

He snorted. “God no. I mean, my dad might like that, but I never could stand the whole, ‘I lost my job, my wife left me, and my dog died’, brand of country they have nowadays. I mean, Johnny Cash is good of course, but other than him and maybe a handful of others, I’m not interested.”

“Well… far be it from me to judge a book by its cover, but I’ve gotta agree with NeeNee. You really don’t look like the type who’d be vibing with Midnight Mourning. Kinda think you’re trying to impress us? Just because we are goth doesn’t mean we are easy.” Helena grinned cockily and put her fork in her mouth, between her lips pulling it out slowly and suggestively, eyes mocking him playfully.

Podunk Poser cleared his throat, cheeks heating up. “N…no, I… no. I’m not like that. I was just… trying to make conversation. And I do like them, I’ve been listening to Goth and Emo stuff for a long time, but dressing all in black and what not just isn’t my thing.” He shrugged.

It was clear he was being sincere, but it was still fun to play with this boy, seeing how uncomfortable and embarrassed he was. Helena cut into her pancakes again and stabbed her fork into the fluffy goodness. “What’s your name?”

“Uh… Patrick.”

“Podunk Patrick the poser huh?” Helena teased, waving her bite of pancakes in front of him. “Well, let’s put your authenticness to the test. What was Midnight Mourning’s first EP?”

“Angels of the Cemetery Dirt.” He said immediately.

Both Helena and Janiee were struck. Barely anyone knew about Midnight Mourning’s actual first EP, a CD they’d originally put out on their own when they were doing local gigs and touring around at bars and backwater venues. They’d barely sold two thousand copies. These days if you had the original CD, it was worth a pretty penny for the right collector or fan.

“Well…” Helena stammered and stuffed her mouth with her food, speechless.

“Not a poser after all.” Janiee chuckled and sat back down. “Just a flirt.”

“I… I wasn’t trying to…”

Janiee waved a hand. “Oh shut it. You’re flirting. I’m not interested but Helena might be.”

Helena turned to her friend glaring. “Are you trying to pimp me out or something?”

Patrick was sitting, cheeks crimson and looking so cute and embarrassed but… maybe hopeful?

Her friend leaned in. “Go ahead. Have a little fun. Seriously. He’s cute.” She nudged Helena and then went back to shoveling her pancakes into her mouth. 

Gritting her teeth, wanting to say a few choice profanities at her friend, she kept the words down, swallowing them along with her food and then turned back to Patrick. “Forgive my… friend.” She said with a shake of her head. “She’s not very tactful.”

He shrugged. “Straightforward. Not a bad thing. Though, I swear, I wasn’t trying to like… I mean… maybe I was flirting. You are pretty. I… but I swear I didn’t have any sort of bad intentions.”

Helena snorted and drank down the last of the alcohol spiked coffee. “And what exactly were your intentions? Just to be cute? Make my eyes flutter at you? And then what? Walk away? You gonna vulva tease me like that?”

“V…vulva tease?”

“I don’t have a penis. I have a pussy. Therefore, you can’t ‘cock tease’ me. Hence, ‘vulva tease”.” She grinned, tipping her mug at him as if to punctuate her point.

“O…oh…” He was so cute being so flustered. “I wasn’t… I wouldn’t do that…”

“Tease my pussy?” She leaned forward, grinning even wider, eyes flashing with mirth.

“Oh I mean yeah I’d… if we… were to… uh…” He picked up his coffee and took a drink, trying to regain his composure.

“Oh my good god get a fucking room.” Janiee gasped, eyes rolling.

Helena looked over at her friend, glaring even harder, willing her to burst into flames, then turned back to the boy who was stammering and unsure and… cute. Really cute.

Why not? She thought. Helena was never really into one night stands, but it had been a while since she’d had a date or any sort of relationship. And Patrick seemed sweet. Cute. Quiet. It was always the quiet ones that could be freaks in the sheets.

Patrick seemed struck speechless now, looking at Helena and glancing at Janiee and then back, unsure if things were going in a good direction or if he was being teased or made fun of.

“Well NeeNee, we’ve got a room back at our place. Why don’t we finish our breakfast and go there if you’re so eager.” Helena grabbed Janiee’s chin and squeezed cheeks like an old grandma would do to her shy grandchild that just wanted to go play.

“I’m not the one creaming my panties over a cute boy that doesn’t wear eyeliner. You’re a traitor to the Goth Girl code.” Janiee shoved a large bite of pancakes in her mouth chewing annoyingly loud and with her mouth open.

“A boy’s a boy. And he’s cute.” Helena scolded and turned back to Patrick who was sitting stunned and unsure and so adorably awkwardly silent. “Well how about it, Patty? Wanna come back to our place. It’s not far. And we have some better drinks than spiked coffee.” She leaned her elbow on the counter, chin in her hand and batting her black lashes at the blushing boy.

Patrick blinked like he was trying to recover from a photo flash. “I… um…”

Helena put a hand on his thigh, high… high up, her pinky gently rubbing his expanding crotch. “That’s a yes I think.”

Janiee leaned in over Helena’s shoulder, a drip of syrup on the corner of her lip, still chewing and smiling. “Looks like it’s your lucky night Patty boy.”

…

The uber ride back to Helena and Janiee’s apartment was a lesson in how to make a driver uncomfortable. Any glance in the rearview mirror gave him flashes of Janiee’s panties as her red satin skirt rode up around her hips. She’d gone for the toxic looking hello kitty thong that was plastered to her sweaty mound. Helena’s shirt was pushed up over her bra, a satin piece with large white embroidered spiders surrounding the cups as if the little arachnids were holding her tits.

Patrick was getting his crotch rubbed by both girls as they kissed his face, his neck, nipped at his skin and began to unbutton his shirt. He looked overwhelmed and at one point looked back at the driver as he glanced in the rearview, as if asking to be rescued. The driver just shrugged and kept his eyes on the road, leaving Patrick to be devoured and mauled by two ravenous and slightly buzzed goth girls who were sweaty and sticky and their lips tasted like spiked coffee and syrup.

When the Uber pulled up to the apartment building, the Driver was relieved as they stumbled out and left a decent tip. He silently wished the young man good luck, but took note of the location just in case he was completely misreading the situation and needed to give a report to the authorities should they come questioning.

The trio stumbled into the apartment, thankfully on the first floor, Helena wasn’t sure she could have handled stairs. Janiee had Patrick by the lips, her hands holding his lapels and pulling him towards the couch as Helena closed the door and had the sense enough to lock it. With a little tipsy dance she gave a wave to her friend who was straddling Patrick’s lap on the couch.

“I’ve gotta tinkle. You two…uh…whatever…” Helena chuckled brushing back her hair and for a second caught a whiff of her sweaty underarms. Gotta put on a little deodorant. Patty doesn’t need a smelly girl. Just a wet smelly pussy. She laughed as she swayed to the bathroom and didn’t bother closing the door. Was that weird? Smelly pussy? Didn’t men like the smell of a woman’s arousal?

But then again… it might be more than arousal she was wet with. That club had been hot and her shorts and fishnets and panties were plastered tight to her with sticky sweaty… sweat.

Before she went to the toilet, she gave her face a quick splash of water and even a little under her arms then wiggled out of her pants, tossed them aside and slid down her panties and fishnets to take care of business.

When she was done and after washing her hands (she was buzzed, not disgusting), she went back out into the living room, sans her shorts, pulling off her shirt. Now she was in the spider bra and fishnet leggings and tiny neon green g-string. “Anyone want another drink?”

“Mhmmm” Janiee’s reply was muffled because her mouth was stuffed with Patrick’s balls. She’d wasted no time in pulling the boy’s jeans down, as well as his boxers, and getting what turned out to be a nice sized thick mast out and swallowing it whole.

Patrick looked dizzy and dazed, his shirt open with purple lipstick marks all over his hairless chest, watching this relative stranger’s head bobbing in his lap as she throated him with ease.

“Slut.” Helena laughed and gave Patty a wink, which he just responded to by waving dazedly. She quickly went to the small kitchen and pulled out a bottle of vodka from the freezer, poured three sizable shots, and carried them into the living room.

Without even stopping her oral fixation, Janiee reached out and grabbed the shot Helena was offering. Patrick took his with a shaky hand and darting eyes, not wanting to look away from how Janiee’s lips were sliding and smearing lipstick along his hard shaft.

Helena quickly drank down her shot, slammed down the glass on the coffee table and climbed onto the couch. She playfully grabbed hold of Patrick’s hair and tilted his head back, then pressed her barely covered pussy against his mouth, grabbed his shot and began to pour it down from her bellybutton. It ran along her stomach and into and over her panties and then into Patrick’s mouth. Groaning, unable to move away as she pressed, Patty sucked her damp panties. Pussy juice, sweat and vodka. It was a tart mixture that sent his head spinning.

“Ohhhh fuck me Patty lick my panties. Sorry it’s cheap vodka but what do you expect on a Gap employee’s salary.” Helena giggled, feeling Patrick’s mouth and lips and tongue sucking her panties and the lips underneath.

A sudden gasp made Helena jerk and her pussy smashed against Patrick’s mouth as she groaned. Behind her, Helena saw Janiee had sunk below Patty’s balls, her mouth open wide, tongue out lapping along the seam of his balls as she poured her chilled shot along his shaft and let it cascade down into her open maw. It was clear he wasn’t reacting to Janiee’s mouth but the cold vodka.

Once the shot was empty, Janiee ran her tongue up along his full length and then around his swollen head.

“You’ve rubbed off your lipstick whore.” Helena laughed, looking back at her friend, wiggling her ass and rubbing her panties against Patrick’s face.

Janiee glared up at her and flipped her off, then reached back into her skirt pocket and pulled out a lipstick tube of eggplant purple. “If you’re so concerned then you put it on me, I’m busy with this beauty.” She said, wrapping her hands around Patty’s cock and stroking him eagerly, now slick from her saliva and his copious precum.

Helena kept hold of Patty’s hair so he couldn’t move away from her pussy and grabbed the lipstick, popping the lid off and quickly twisting to push up the lipstick. For a second she didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t reach back and put the lipstick on Janiee’s lips without letting go of Patty’s head and she wasn’t about to do that. HIs lips and mouth and tongue were too good. Then in her slightly drunken stupor and with her twisted and perverted mind, she was struck with and idea.

Gripping Patty by the back of his head, she bent forward so her ass pushed out towards her friend, keeping Patty between her thighs and even pushing him deeper. Holding back a lewd groan, Helena steadied herself, hand out against the mirror that was hung over their couch, and then pulled down her panties. Ass sticking out she giggled when Janiee looked up and caught an eyeful of Helena’s asshole. Then she started cackling as Helena reached back and stuck the tube of lipstick into her anus so the purple stick was pointing out directly at Jaimee.

“Fuck girl! How drunk are you?” Janiee squeezed the cock in her hands, twisting them as she laughed.

Helena had the drunk girl giggles and wiggled her behind at her friend, waving the lipstick back and forth. “Shut up and fix your makeup!”

Patty was mumbling and moaning, gasping for breath against Helena’s half exposed pussy now that she’d pulled her panties down to stick the lipstick up her ass.

Jaimee reluctantly let go of Patty’s cock, the member bouncing and throbbing and dripping on its own as she leaned up, letting his dick press against her red blouse, the sweat soaked silk rubbing against him adding more stimulation to his already overwhelmed brain.

Taking hold of Helena’s hips, Janiee leaned in and puckered her lips and began to guide her friend’s ass so that the lipstick pressed against her, coating them in thick purple. With each press and stroke, the tube pressed deeper into Helena’s ass making her groan and reach back, grabbing her friends hair.

It only took a minute for her to decently coat her lips, though it wasn’t all that neat, before Janiee opened her mouth and wrapped them around the lipstick, pulled it out of Helena’s asshole and spit it out onto the floor. But she didn’t return to Patty’s cock, instead she quickly dove back in between her best friend’s ass cheeks and started lapping at her pucker star.

Helena held her friend against her asshole and Patty to her pussy, getting licked from both ends and howling with pleasure as she stood on shaky legs, unsteady on the couch, straining her muscles to stay up.

Jaimee quickly unbuttoned her blouse, her ruby red faux leather bra clinging tightly to her tits, and slipped Patty’s cock under the bridge of her bra and between her soft pillows. She started bouncing up and down so her tits rubbed along his shaft and helped her press between Helena’s ass cheeks licking up and down and letting her nose rub along her friend’s ass crack.

“God fucking yes! Oh holy shit!” Helena gripped the two she was sandwiched between and started to shake as her orgasm blasted through her. Her pussy soaked Patrick’s face, juices dripping down his face and chin, but he didn’t stop licking as she bucked her hips.

Janiee shoved her tongue up her friend’s asshole as she was cumming, feeling the puckered hole squeeze her tongue and the little ball stud she had pierced in her tongue rubbed along Helena’s walls making her orgasm increase in intensity.

Breath coming in gulps, Helena finally let go of Patty and Jaimee and fell to the side, bouncing on the couch, legs spread and her string panties stretching between her thighs. Her pussy was glistening, dripping and throbbing as she groaned from the lingering pulses of pleasure still running through her.

After a minute, Helena heard Janiee laughing again. When her vision finally stopped spinning, she focused on her friend who was standing up and slipping off her skirt revealing her matching faux leather thong that smelled like wet leather and sweat. She stood like a succubus, her purple lipstick smeared and crooked on her lips and thickly applied, hip cocked and bra and panties something a dominatrix might have in her closet for a more tame session.

“What’s so funny?” Helena muttered, laying on her side and looking over her shoulder at her.

“Your asshole is purple.” Janiee smiled. Coming over she grabbed Helena’s ass cheek, pulled it and quickly grabbed her fallen cellphone and snapped a picture and showed it to Helena.

Sure enough, Helena’s asshole was swollen and puckered and completely coated in smeary eggplant purple.

She rolled her eyes as her friend laughed and tossed her phone onto the pile of her discarded clothes and turned her attention back to Patrick. The poor guy was sitting back on the couch, shirt half open, pants around his ankles, sweat and juices making his face and chest glisten. He was panting for breath, eyes wide trying to figure out where he was and if what he was experiencing was real or if maybe he’d been drugged and was passed out in the club bathroom.

Helena rolled off the couch and started back to the kitchen. “I’m getting another drink.” Before she even got a few steps she tripped over her panties and fishnets, falling to the floor with a soft thump.

“You okay there wino?” Jaimee teased.

“Fuck off ass licker.” Helena spat, roughly pulling and ripping at her fishnets until she got them off and then unceremoniously tossed her panties, landing on the couch next to Patrick.

Getting back to her feet, now only in her spider bra, Helena turned, cocked a hip and gave her ass a slap and then sashayed back to the kitchen to grab the cheap vodka. She pulled it from the freezer and took a quick swig, cringing at the burn down her throat. When she walked back into the living room, she was met with the sight of her friends ass bouncing on Patrick’s lap. Helena caught sight of Patrick’s condom covered cock, a vibrant purple latex with glistening lube and frothing pussy cream from Jaimee’s squeezing cunt.

Janiee held onto Patrick’s shoulders, head thrown back and hair wildly flying as she rode him with gusto. Her faux leather panties were pulled to the side, her ass cheeks clapping against Patty’s thighs. For Patrick’s part, he was leaning back, arms at his sides just watching Janiee bouncing on him, his cock squeezed and sucked by her pussy.

“Fuck…fuck…mmm fuck you’re thick.” She groaned, hands squeezing his shoulders.

Helena stood watching for a second, the buzz from the vodka starting to take hold and giving her a wicked idea. She found the discarded lipstick tube and popped it open.

Janiee swirled and gyrated her hips, grinding her ass on Patrick with a deep groan. “Fuuuuck I’ve needed a cock so bad… shit Patty you’re deep!” 

The boy didn’t seem to know how to respond. He was simply lost in the pleasure of two girls taking advantage of him. Helena couldn’t blame him for simply going with the flow. This was probably his only opportunity to have a wild threesome. Stepping up next to her friend, she tapped Janiee’s shoulder. “Hey, I’m tapping in.”

With an annoyed groan, Janiee glared at Helena. “Can’t you fucking wait till I at least cum?”

“You and I both know you take forever to cum. Besides, it’s polite to share.” Helena teased and handed Janiee the vodka bottle. “Here, drink and loosen up some more. Probably help you get your nut faster.”

Janiee lifted off Patrick’s cock reluctantly with a wet squelch. The condom glistened and…Helena and Janiee stared. It was broken. Ripped at the top and pushed halfway down his shaft.

“Sh…shit…sorry.” Patrick muttered realizing he’d been inside Janiee bare.

The girl took a swig of vodka and looked Patrick in the eyes. “You clean?”

“I… yeah I…it’s been a while since… and I… I’m clean.” He stammered between panting breaths.

Janiee nodded curtly then looked at Helena. “Do we have anymore?”

Helena was shaking her head. “Nope.”

The girls stared at each other for a long moment, Patrick sitting down in front of them wondering if his fun had been brought to an abrupt end.

“Risk it?” Janiee asked, downing another plug of vodka.

Helena took the bottle and took a swig of her own. “Fucking risk it for the biscuit.”

“That’s stupid. They don’t call a guy’s nut a biscuit.”

Helena rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’m horny and I’m not letting a little rubber get in my way.”

“Uh, I think that’s the point, Lena. No rubber in the way.” Janiee tapped the tip of Patrick’s cock. “Bare. Raw. He’s probably gonna nut inside you. Patty? How good a control do you have over your ejaculations?”

“I…uh…” he started to stammer.

“That answers the question. None. We fuck him, he’s probably flooding our cunts,” Janiee grinned like a demon.

Helena grinned right back and shoved the vodka back into her friend’s hands. “Fine.” She turned to Patrick and straddled his lap, allowing for the first view of her bald slit for the boy’s viewing pleasure. She’d smeared a thick coating of the purple lipstick onto her labia, making it outlined in purple as her lips peeled open to show her pink as she positioned herself over his cock. “Ready for my mess purple kisses on your dick, Patty?”

“I…fu…”

Janiee cackled. “Oh my god! Seriously? You’re fucking weird. Now your asshole and pussy match!”

“I’m gonna coat Patty’s cock in our lipstick!” Helena laughed with her friend and then sucked in a breath and gasped as she impaled herself on Patrick’s bare cock. “Oh, holy fucking shit! You’re thick!”

Patrick groaned, feeling the tightness of Helena’s pussy, its warmth and wetness coating and swallowing him completely. Her amazing soft ass pressing against his thighs and balls.

Janiee slapped her friend's ass hard. “Ride him! Come on! Have your turn and then I want mine!” She downed another plug of vodka, starting to sway on her feet.

Helena bounced freely on Patrick’s cock, feeling him slap against her over and over and stretch inside deeper than she’d ever experience, at least in recent memory. Her lipstick coated labia smeared their purple paint all over his shaft, mixing with their slick juices and making a pale lavender hued froth dripping down along Patrick’s thighs and balls.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Helena was gasping every bounce, holding onto Patrick’s shoulders. Breasts bouncing in her bra, she leaned in and pressed her cleavage against the boy’s face, arms wrapping around his neck and smothering his face in her tits as she started to speed up her riding hips.

Janiee smacked Helena’s ass, making it jump and jiggle. “That’s it, cowgirl. Ride the cowboy!” She teetered and took another drink, and then brought the vodka bottle to Helena’s mouth and poured some in, a sloppy dribbling mess over her chin and chest and onto Patrick’s face.

Patrick’s gasps and groans were lost in the valley of Helena’s breasts. Still riding, she pulled her bra up over her tits and pressed one of her nipples into his mouth. His lips immediately latched on and began sucking. Janiee didn’t allow her other tit to go without attention, coming over and grabbing hold of it and bringing the lipstick to her nipples and coloring over the pink flesh like she was a paint by number drawing.

“NeeNee, you’re such a bitch!” Helena groaned, gyrating her hips and holding Patrick’s head against her tit, making him suck like an infant.

“Oh, fuck off, you’re the one who wanted to play with lipstick like we were five.” Janiee finished coloring Helena’s hardened nipple and then coated her lips again. “You’ve had your turn. I need some cock.”

The girls switched clumsily, Helena nearly falling over as she dismounted Patrick’s slick cock and Janiee stumbling over and turning her back to Patrick, squatting down and letting his cock slide into her juicy cunt as she continued to swill the vodka.

Patrick grunted, watching Janiee’s ass clap as she bounced it up and down, twerking on him. “Fuck…” he groaned, seeing her bald lips squeezing and gripping him tighter than he’d ever imagined.

It continued like that for another several minutes. The girls switching, bouncing and straddling and riding Patrick like he were just a toy. He sucked their tits, Janiee finally removing her bra and let Patrick lick and nibble her nipples with vigor as she moved up and down fast and hard on his dick. Finishing off the bottle of vodka, Janiee fell off Patrick’s lap onto the floor, laughing hysterically as Helena stumbled over and pulled Patrick to his feet.

“Come on. Bedroom.” She hiccuped and burped and then laughed right along with Janiee, who was still on the floor rolling around, legs opening to show her swollen cunt and her breasts bouncing freely as she cackled.

Patrick shuffled towards the bedroom, his pants still around his ankles, nearly tripping but somehow managing to make it to the bed. Helena crawled and wiggled her ass at Patrick. “I’m a bad dog… I need some discipline.” She drunkenly slurred.

Janiee came stumbling in just as Patrick was lining his cock up to Helena’s glistening slit and wandered into the bathroom across from the bed. She sat on the toilet in view of the two on the bed and started to pee, staring at them. “Go ahead and fuck that kitty hard, Patty boy, she needs a good pounding.”

“Dog! I’m not a fucking pussy cat!” Helena pushed herself back, letting Patrick’s cock head slip into her tunnel and groaned out, letting out a yipping bark.

“You’ve got a pussy, and he’s in it, you stupid bitch.” Janiee flushed and came sauntering back into the bedroom.

“If I’m a pussy can’t then how can you call me a bitch?” Helena sneered and hiccuped again, doing the work of fucking Patrick, bouncing back and forth, loving the feel of his cock stretching her.

Janiee jumped into the bed and rolled over so she way laying in front of Helena. “Just shut up and eat me.” She lay back, arm over her eyes. “I’m fucking dripping.”

“That’s because you peed and you didn’t wipe.”

“Shut the fuck up and eat!” Janiee reached out and grabbed ‌Helena’s hair, and shoved her between her legs. Her friend immediately started licking and sucking on Janiee’s lips. Her tongue dove in deep and her teeth nipped her clit.

Patrick grabbed hold of Helena’s hips and started to thrust, feeling the warmth and tightness of Helena’s cunt gripping him. The vodka and intoxicating environment were overwhelming, and he felt his balls starting to squeeze and fill.

“Ohhh, fuck yes…fuck me…fuck my little doggy cunt Patty!” Helena squealed as he started picking up speed, ramming deep and letting his hips slap against her ass, making it ripple. “Ohhh, fuck yes, Patty…fuuuuuck….” Helena rubbed her face all over Janiee’s pussy, licking and slurping at her lips.

Janiee lay back groaning, clearly barely hanging on to consciousness. “Mmmm, fuck you gonna fill up Lena’s pussy, Patty? Huh? Wanna cream a goth girl?” She was giggling and moaning, and breathing hard as she teased the lucky boy.

“Fu…fuck y…mmmm yeah…yeah I’m gonna…” Patrick gripped Helena’s hips tighter and started ramming with abandon.

“Ohhhhhhhh cum in my patty! Cum inside my little purple-lipped cunny!” She squealed and laughed right along with her friend, who was starting to slip into a drunken stupor.

The young man couldn’t hold off any longer. It was surprising that he’d lasted this long with two women attacking him. But now it was impossible to hold back. He thrust into Helena’s depths and let his cum shoot out into her heated tunnel.

“Ffffff...fuuuuuu…uhhhhhh” He groaned, gripping his hips tight enough to bruise and shooting rope after rope of potent cum into the young girl's cunt.

Helena arched and wiggled her ass against him. “Ohhhhhh holy fucking shit, fuck fuck!” She screamed, creaming all over Patrick’s dick, squirting and making a mess on the bed of cum and juices.

Janiee had her own orgasm, pumping her hips up to meet Helena’s mouth and tongue as she kept waggling and licking.

For a solid minute all three were tense and gasping and groaning out in climax, and then they collapsed.

Janiee was snoring in less than a second after her orgasm. Helena was panting and feeling her pussy clenching, gushing cum. Patrick was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, panting and trying desperately to calm his heart and catch his breath.

Another few minutes and soon Patrick’s pants turned into snores, and Helena quickly joined him, fading into blessed black sleep.

…

Helena was no stranger to waking up with a hangover. Not that she got drunk often, but she’d been to plenty of parties and had lots of drinks. Enough to know that the next morning she was gonna have dry mouth, headaches, probably a turning stomach if she went too far. When she woke up this morning, hangover didn’t even begin to describe what she was experiencing.

Her bra was still hooked, skewed so that one cup was shoved over her left tit and the other was below her right. It made her boobs lopsided and bouncing awkwardly as she stumbled towards the bathroom. Instead of turning to sit on the porcelain throne properly, she just straddled it and relieved her bladder as she rested her cheek against the cold tank back. Her stomach did a few flips, but thankfully she didn’t feel anything trying to make its way back up. There was a dried stickiness on her thighs, like dried glue, and realized she must have been leaking Patrick’s load all night.

“Shower.” she muttered… but instead of stepping into the shower, she stood up, flushed, splashed water on her face at the sink and meandered out into the living room and then to the kitchen. She filled a glass with water and downed it quickly, filling it back up again and this time sipping it slowly.

Janiee slunk into the kitchen, wearing a ratty black wife-beater and bike shorts, groaning, hair a mess and looking like a disheveled bird's nest. “Mhmmhmmm…ning.” She muttered, giving Helena a half-hearted wave as she went to the freezer, pulled out a frozen dinner and pressed it to her forehead.

“How bad?” Helena asked, trying to keep her voice low, so it didn’t thrust a spike into her brain or her roommates.

“Fucking hell. Hell, hell… god my pussy is sore. Patty was thick.” She muttered, skulking over to the counter and grabbing her own glass, filling it with water.

Helena nodded, little bits of last night flashing through her head. They were nice, but they made her head ache remembering. Hopefully, they didn’t wear the boy out too bad that he couldn’t make it home last night…

The water glass nearly slipped from Helena’s grip, but she was able to put it on the counter before it fell. Had Patrick left last night? She couldn’t remember anything after having that mind blowing orgasm and feeling Patrick cum. Thankfully, she was on the pill. Last night had been pretty fun, but reckless. They’d passed out with a stranger in their home. Not that Helena thought Patrick was a threat, but still. Not the most responsible thing to do.

Was he in the bedroom when I woke up? She narrowed her eyes, trying to remember, but things were so swirly and off kilter and her bladder was screaming. Checking the bed for how many bodies were in it wasn’t on the list.

Janiee was downing another glass of water, looking at Helena over the rim. “What?” She gurgled, still guzzling the water.

The soft sound of the toilet flushing made them both turn and watch as Patrick came walking out of their bedroom, buttoning his pants. His shirt was rumpled, hair much like theirs—a mess—face slightly pale and eyes bloodshot. He hadn’t drank nearly as much as they had, but they’d ridden and handled Patrick hard enough he was probably feeling just as sore.

Patrick stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, scratching the back of his neck and slowly meeting each of the girl’s gazes. “Um… morning.” He mumbled.

“Morning.” The girls said in unison, both cringing slightly from the volume of their voices.

All the events of last night were raw between them. Hanging in the air, thick and sticky. It was fun for sure, but as was typical of one night stands, the morning after was extremely awkward. There wasn’t a manual for how to navigate the situation you found yourself in, having fucked a complete stranger and now wondering what to do next.

Helena looked around the kitchen, trying to think of something to say. Honestly, most of her one night stands, not that there were many, left after the ‘main event’. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had stayed the night that wasn’t at least semi serious. Patrick was cute. Sweet. She wouldn’t say no to a date if he asked. But right now… right now it was fucking awkward.

“Um… we uh, we don’t have much for breakfast but… there’s cereal…” Helena grabbed a box that was on the counter next to the fridge—Count Chocula. She rattled the box. It sounded like it was maybe half full.

“I…uh… sure… I’ve gotta get home and get ready for work so… can’t like, stay for long.” He was blushing, feeling the thick tension in the air as his eyes darted between the two girls. Janiee was at least clothed. Helena only had on her bra, which was making her tits look like she was Mrs Potato Head and had put them on crooked.

“R…right.” Helena grabbed a couple bowls and poured in some cereal. Opening the fridge, she thankfully found a carton of milk and poured some in and dropped in spoons. Janiee grabbed the box from Helena and started pulling out a handful of the chocolate cereal and tossed it into her mouth, watching as Helena handed a bowl to Patrick.

For long minutes, the sound of spoons clinking, crisps crunching, and jaws chewing was the only thing that was heard in the little apartment kitchen. Patrick kept his eyes down, swirling the cereal and then scooping out a spoonful. Helena was doing much the same, smaller bites than what Patrick was shoveling. It was clear he was trying to finish fast. The girls didn’t blame him.

When his bowl was finally empty, he stood there with it as if unsure what to do. Janiee took pity and plucked it from his hands and put it in the sink with a grin.

“Th… thanks.” Patrick muttered again.

Helena watched him over the rim of her cereal bowl. He really was cute. And good in bed for sure. He’d kept up with her and Janiee pretty well. Though it wasn’t like Helena and Janiee made it a thing to tag team a boy… in fact, last night had been a lot of firsts. Not the first time they’d touched each other, but definitely the first time they’d rimmed, and eaten, and traded off on a cock. And the whole lipstick thing… geez she really must have been plastered.

As if in agreement, her brain sent a spike of pain flashed behind her eyes.

“I’d better get going.” He pulled ‌his phone from his back pocket, quickly pulling up the Lyft app and ordering a ride. “I can… I’ll go wait for my ride.”

Janiee sighed. “Fuck okay, this is awkward but hell…” She went and gave Patrick a kiss on the cheek. “Had a fun night, Patty.”

Helena rolled her eyes, put her cereal down and went over to Patrick, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It didn’t feel embarrassing to press her crooked tits against him after what they’d done. “Thanks for coming over.” She smiled, hoping her words sounded sincere.

He grinned. “Yeah. Uh. Definitely a fun time.” They escorted him towards the door, he was gentleman enough to open it just enough to start slipping out so that Helena’s nudity wasn’t flashing the entire apartment complex.

“Wait.” Helena quickly grabbed Patrick’s wrist and pulled him back, grabbing his phone from his hand.

“Wh…”

He didn’t get to finish his question. Helena quickly put her number into his phone and snapped a quick selfie, close to her face so it wasn’t a scandalous image that would pop up if and when she called him. She handed it back to him with a shy grin.

“Give me a call, okay?”

Patrick’s eyes widened. “Uh…I… sure, yeah.” His smiled widened, and Helena mirrored it while Janiee just chuckled and wiggled her butt as she walked back to the kitchen.

With one last wave, Patrick said his goodbyes, and Helena shut and locked the door behind him with a deep sigh.

“You’re such a slut.” Janiee called from the kitchen between mouthfuls of cereal.

“You saying you don’t want me to bring him back home again?” Helena asked, heading towards her bedroom to get a shower and dressed.

“Oh, fuck, you’d better bring his cute ass back. But next time, instead of offering him some cereal, you should offer him some pie.” Janiee was giggling, standing in the kitchen doorway.

“He gave me a pie already.” Helena laughed, then flipped her friend off and went to clean up.