Chapter One
Trisha
“Can you believe this mother fucking cock sucker?” Helen snapped. She always did have a way with words. “Look at these texts- the nerve to send this to me after the weekend we had, too!”
Trisha took the phone, but her eyes studied her friend as she paced back and forth in Trisha’s apartment. It had been a while since Trisha had seen Helen this upset about a man. But after looking at the texts, she understood why.
“Damn. ’Stop textn and calln me, bitch,’ ‘ur a fucking whore just after my money,’ ‘I’m block u. Next time I’m seeing u I’m calln cops,’” Trisha read aloud.
“Who fucking does that? What grown-ass man acts like that cocksucker!?” Helen plopped herself in a chair across from the couch where Trisha sat.
“These are really fucked up,” Trisha pondered. “But maybe it's not him?”
“It’s his fucking phone!”
“Yeah… but like, the way the texts are, he kinda sounds different.”
“Yeah, cause he just got a shitload of money and instantly became a prick!”
“Maybe… I just… I just didn’t see that side of him in him, you know? He seemed like a nice guy and not… well…”
“Like every other guy,” Helen raised an eyebrow as she stood and went to the kitchen to grab a beer.
“Well, yeah,” Trisha relented.
“Trust me, you dodged a bullet when you vommed in that hotel room.”
Trisha set her phone down on the coffee table and covered her face with both her hands. “God, don’t remind me. Sooo fucking embarrassing.”
The day following their unplanned threesome was probably the most embarrassing day of Trisha’s life. The years of friendship Trisha and Helen had shared since meeting in their 20s were mostly spent listening to raunchy stories of Helen. Trisha was a better watcher from afar than a participant. She didn’t judge, but she also knew she was a terribly awkward lady and not the premier sexy lady to pull off such erotic feats.
Puking on the bed beside the young man she had performed the act with was the ‘icing on the cake’ for the shame she felt. Later that night, she called Helen to recount the events of the night before while still hydrated from the hangover. She told her friend multiple times, ‘Nope, never again. I’m never seeing that boy again. Nothing can make me relive that shame.’
“And just a day after…” Helen’s words trailed off before her eyes darted to her friend as she cracked open a can of beer.
“A day after what?” Trisha asked. “You went and saw him again, didn’t you?”
Trisha was surprised at how insulted her voice was as she spoke.
“Well, you said you didn’t want to see him again… what do you care?” Helen asked, taking a drink from her beer.
“…I don’t… I just… you didn’t tell me… whatever, just tell me you’ll stop texting him and won’t do anything crazy, okay?”
Helen swiped her phone from the coffee table. While rereading through the texts again, she tipped the beer upside down in her mouth and finished half of it off in one drink.
“I won’t.”
Chapter Two
After fifteen minutes passed with Brittany circling her hips with my limp cock still inside her, she slowly rose from my lap, revealing her cum soaked pussy.
“Mmm… it feels amazing,” Brittany purred as she stood in front of me, gently rubbing her pussy lips
Cynthia rubbed her fingertips across my shoulders and arms as she stepped around me. I watched Cynthia and her daughter lower themselves to their knees before me. Looking up at me with an angle in her eye and a devious grin on the corner of her lips, Cynthia whispered as she reached up with a hand to fondle my cock, “My turn…”
By this point, after having spent twenty minutes in intermission just staring and hearing the beautiful women purr and caress me, I was already starting to grow hard again. I heard the slick wet squishing sound as Cynthia’s palm firmly coaxed my cock hard through deliberately focused pumps. The juices of her daughter’s pussy and my semen being spread about my shaft.
Slowly, Cynthia’s lips lowered on the tip of my cock and bobbed up and down just on the bulb head of my cock. The pressure and feeling it gave me radiated to every inch of my body, as I was so sensitive. I almost had to push her head away as I squirmed in my seat from how good her lips and down on my tip felt. Minutes passed before she came up with a gasping breath and glistening lips.
“Are you watching?” Brittany asked in a playful kind of way with a smile.
Taking the base of my shaft from her mother like being handed off a microphone, Brittany gave it a few crude strokes before sliding her lips down my shaft. Inch by inch, I watched my entire cock disappear in her mouth and down her throat as her devious, playful eyes stayed locked on mine. She squinted as she forced the last few inches down her throat. Bobbing her head up and down, I winced and groaned as she deep-throated my cock, and I flexed in her mouth.
“Good girl,” Cynthia praised her daughter as she pulled her hair back and caressed her body.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore and began to question if this girl was human, Brittany pulled herself off of my cock, gasping with ragged breaths for air as drool covered her lips and dripped down the corner of her mouth. Her eyes watered as if she was crying, but a pleasureful, wicked smile was on her lips at her accomplishment.
Immediately, her mother’s lips took the place on me. Tonguing my urethra and pumping my shaft as her wet lips slide down the length of my cock. My hand was placed on the back of her neck as her daughter took Cynthia’s hair back in a ponytail as she devoured me.
Gasping and groaning, the moment overwhelmed me as my eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her heavy tits heaved beneath her. The wet slurping sounds she made. The massaging moisture on the sensitive tip of my cock.
I let out a long growl as I came hard into Cynthia’s mouth. She moaned and tongued and swallowed every bit of it. Brittany joined in as both the ladies’ lips and tongues sucked and licked my cock clean. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before. As the two women sucked me soft, part of me never wanted to leave. The physical pleasure I had found was so heavenly I could disappear into it, I thought.
This could be my life right here…
Chapter Three
I left Cynthia feeling as though I had survived a hurricane. Once the pleasure I basked in for minutes had faded, all I had left was the feeling of emptiness. Like I had just used these women, or these women had just used me, or worse, we had used each other. I hadn’t even received my fortune yet and already the world felt cheap.
Why must the highest feelings be followed by the lowest of realities? …I’m still alone now…
It took me leaving for Cynthia to give my cell phone back. When I did get it back, swiping through my texts and contacts in my car, I realized she had deleted her messages with Helen, so I couldn’t see when she wrote and deleted the contact, so I couldn’t talk to her anymore.
God dammit, these fucking women. What the hell did she text Helen?
I had a distinct feeling that I might never know what she sent or even see Helen again. I was up to ninety missed calls and 246 missed texts. Glancing over who was texting me the most, I noticed a familiar name- Tabitha rising to the top.
Thirty-eight missed texts? I just saw you this morning, Jesus.
It was 8:00 pm, and I had to rush home to make it there in time for the interview. Debra Finsky was very pretty and polite when I met her outside my house. She and her camera crew set up for twenty minutes before preparing me for the questions.
“Okay, it’s going to be a live interview, but it’s going to be super simple,” Debra said as the interview time approached. “Where’d you get your ticket, how long have you played, how much you won, what are you going to do with the winnings? That’s about it, okay?”
“Sure,” I said, taking a deep breath and adjusting my shirt. I was starting to get nervous.
“Okay, they’re coming to us in a few seconds,” Debra said, brushing through her hair with her fingers as we both stood in front of the bright camera light and camera on my front lawn. If my neighbors saw us, they didn’t care and stayed inside.
The funny thing was, just before the interview began, I had a sudden realization that if I never saw or heard from Helen again, I would never see Trisha again.
Trisha…
I felt a sudden yearning and absence at that prospect. I didn’t realize how much I missed her or the feeling I had while I was with her until that moment.
“And we’re here live with that mega millions winner himself!” Debra said in a high-pitched voice. I had to shake myself out of my thoughts as the interview began. It went fine at first. I was awkward but polite and normal, I suppose. By the end of it, I thought I was free and clear when I noticed a familiar-looking van pull up and park in the street in front of my house.
Hey, that’s Helen’s van! That’s Helen!
A genuine smile broke over my face as I saw Helen quickly walking towards me.
Now I can get her contact info and get Trisha’s, too. I’ll write them down so I can’t lose them again.
“Well, there you have it, folks,” Debra smiled into the camera. “Keep playing the mega millions for your chan-”
I was so focused on the interview and my thoughts that I didn’t notice the scowl on Helen’s face until it was too late. Lunging at me, Helen somehow landed a hard looping punch right on my nose, cutting the interviewer off mid-sentence.
Chapter Four
I woke up the next morning feeling like a hangover had strangled me the night before. Rolling over in my bed, I winced, feeling the pain in my nose I had forgotten through sleep. The memories of the night before came back with a vengeance. Helen gave me a bloody nose on live TV, cursing me out as the news reporter laughed at me.
Within minutes, Helen had fled, and the reporter and cameraman were packing up their gear to leave. A few hours after that, I cleaned the blood from under my nose, showered, and lay down, trying to forget the day. That was when he saw the news clip on his phone, and it had already started to go viral. I shut my phone off, and I hadn’t turned it back on since.
