Steak and eggs

"It'll keep your libido up!" says your mother, cheerfully as she serves you some eggs for dinner.

"Okay," you respond, plainly as your mother gives a nice smile to the two groupies you brought along.

"Thanks, Mrs. Doe," says Traci as she scarfs hers down. Staci concurs with a nod.

Your mother, having already eaten, left you and the girls. "Your mom's really hot. I could see why you wanted to fuck her."

It was really a misunderstanding that got out of control. But you nodded at Traci to humor her. "You like women, Traci?"

"Not really. Staci is the only one I ever slept with, and only because Roderick wanted to watch." Roderick must be her boyfriend. "I thought Staci was a lesbian though."

"I'm not!" she interjected, quickly. You believed her, seeing how much she enjoyed your cock earlier, but she does seem to lack the self-esteem enough to get pressured into lesbian sex with her friend for the benefit of a threesome.

Traci and Staci, formerly Claudia, were friends since middle school, and did everything together. Traci clearly abused this friendship for her own gain, and you were beginning to gain a distaste for this woman.

"So, this is where you fucked your mother and sister?" asked Traci looking at the table and underneath. "Looks like she cleaned up."

"Yeah, I guess so," you said. Why wouldn't she? You finished your steak and eggs and Traci quickly took the plate and her own, and Staci's half-eaten plate over her quiet objection, and tossed it into the sink. "Let's go fuck now!" she said, eager for fame or something.

"No," you said, stretching out a little. "Let's see if there's anything on TV." You cuddled with Staci on the couch, Staci perfectly willing about this, as Traci tried to squeeze inbetween, and then decided to sit on your outside, hugging you.

Your father, Warren, chuckled at the two lovelies snuggling with you and said "Ah, to be young again." He tossed you the remote and left you to your own devices.

Your mother, however, frowned. "Are you guys going to be using the couch?" she said, using obviously meaning fucking on, and you politely said, "No, we'll adjourn to my bedroom to fuck." Traci was gleeful at that news and hugged you tighter.

"Maybe we should go now?" You just shushed her and raised up the volume on some old sitcom.

You and Staci laughed at the bad jokes and silly scenarios, and Traci tried to join in, but she was clearly annoyed by the wait. She tried to give you a handjob, but you just swatted her hand away, and ignored her when she tried to make out with you, moving around to watch the TV better. To annoy her further, you began making out with Staci, who was eager to do so, but stopped when things were getting a little too hot and heavy.

The night dragged on, and it was soon time for bed, you already drifting off to sleep as Staci was snoring a little and Traci was just clinging onto you bored now. "Let's go," you said, pushing off Traci and helping a groggy Staci up, as Traci then turned off the TV and took off her shirt in one swoop. "Whoa there, Cleopatra," you said, "Let's save it for the bedroom."

You make your way up the stairs where Warren spots you from his den while finishing up a model airplane. "Have fun, you three!" he yells to you as you close the door after pushing the two inside. Before you even turn around, Traci is completely naked on the bed, her legs spread. "Just take me!"

You and Staci close the blinds as you ignore the harlot on the bed sheets. "What are you doing?" she asks, but you ignore her. You take some white rope you had from an old school project and hand it to Staci. "Take off your clothes and tie her up."

Without question, Staci gets naked and approaches the bed. "Kinky!" shouts Traci, but you just slap her and order her to turn around. She does so, without question as well.

Staci is pretty adept at knots, you determine, as all four limbs of her best friend are tied to each of the four posts on your childhood bed. You run your hands over Traci's body, and occasionally slap her hard enough to leave a red mark. The lights in the room are on, so you can view everything.

Staci stands awkwardly as you **** her friend, covering herself a little with her hands before you approach her. "I want to see you," you say, and she simply uncovers and you get another good look. You take her hand and wrap it around your dick, and she begins rubbing you as well as herself. She tries to insert the cock into her waiting orifice but you stop her. "It's Traci's turn," you say, simply.

Staci frowns for but a moment before nodding in agreement. You both approach the bed and you shimmy on. "Spread her open for me."

Traci's legs are already spread by the rope, but Staci realizes you mean her ass cheeks, and she does so. Her vagina is slick and ready, but her asshole is right there, much easier to get into from this position.

And that's where you go. Over Traci's screams, you plunge dick-first into her ass, burying itself at the hilt. The whole house can hear bloody ****, but no one will stop you. Your second foray into anal sex is more enjoyable with someone like Traci, and you soon feel ready to burst. You switch holes, at first just for the lubrication, and go back and forth whenever Traci seems on the verge of exhaustion. Unfortunately, the vaginal sex, or perhaps the pain of it all, is enough to give Traci an orgasm, and Staci seems to like her friend being tortured so much, she gives herself one. She, in fact, straddles over her friend's back and you and Staci begin making out passionately as you pump once more into Traci's vagina for the final time, releasing a torrent of seed as your tongue explores the other girl's mouth.

Hours later, as one day turns into the next, you are happily asleep, under the blankets, with the two beauties, Traci still rubbing her sore ass. A quick no-sex shower for all three of you, and a change of bed sheets, takes care of those necessities and you can relax outside of your own filth for once. "I don't get it," says Traci, as she checks her phone for the umpteenth time. "Why hasn't the site updated? I should be sixth and Staci should be fifth."

You looked over her shoulder to see the phone on the tpc.co.uk website, still in its state from yesterday evening and smile. "That's because I never showed you two the ticket," you said, before drifting back to sleep.