[MF] We broke (almost) every bed in the hostel

*Once upon a time, my girlfriend and I were backpacking through the Scottish Highlands.*

It was a magical trip and I enjoyed it very much. We were there in the dead of winter – over Christmas, in fact – going from small city to small city to enjoy the sights and beautiful landscapes. Although there was one downside to our trip: it got dark *early*.

*Like, the sun set at 4pm sharp.*

Christine and I didn’t mind, though. That just meant that we had more time for, ahem, activities.

I forget exactly where we were – maybe Inverness? – and we’d bunked down at a hostel for the night. We were lucky to have been able to find one that had private rooms, which meant that we could go ahead and do said activities without worry.

*For those that don’t remember my earliest stories, I dated Christine for a year, 10 months of which were long distance. That meant that when we did see each other, we tended to jump each others’ bones. A lot.*

This is the story of how those poor, underpaid hostel workers came to hate us.

It started early enough in the night. We’d had a few drinks with dinner and stumbled back to our room, giggling and ready to fuck. The door was barely closed when our clothes started falling off, discarded around the room.

“Call me your slut,” Christine giggled in a fake-whisper.

“You’re my slut,” I whispered back. “And a really good one.”

“Do you want to see what your little slut got you for Christmas?” she asked.

*Oh boy did I.*

We collapsed together on the bed and Christine crawled on top of me. “I got you a nice, wet, tight pussy for you to use,” she said seductively. “Do you like your present?”

“I dunno,” I said. “I think I might need to try it out, first.”

Christine giggled and, pulling her thong to the side, lowered herself onto my cock. That first insertion felt like heaven, as waves of pleasure washed over me. Her pussy hugged my dick, caressing it, warm and nice.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Do you like your present?” Christine repeated, grinding herself against me. I was fully inside her now, and Christine was leaning forward on me, her supple tits practically falling out of her bra. I growled in reply and tried to flip her over so that I could fuck her how I wanted.

*We’d discovered that there was a big advantage to Christine being just 5′ tall: I could move her. That’s not saying we did anything particularly crazy, just that we could be a bit more active that I could with other partners. And Christine liked being manhandled, too.*

I say “tried” not because I couldn’t do it, but because when I did I guess too much weight was on one corner of the bed and —

***CRACCCCKK. THUDDD.***

*Oh fuck*.

One corner of the bed was fully on the floor, the leg spinning useless across the room. We were lying on a 45 degree angle, frozen in place, just staring at each other.

“Did we just?”

“I think we did,” I answered.

“Fuck yeah!” Christine cheered, high-fiving me.

But we did have to actually do something about the bed, which involved getting dressed again and going to the front desk to explain what happened.

*They thought it was very funny and offered to put us in a different room*.

We thanked them profusely for their understanding – and for not asking too many questions – and then went to move stuff to our second room of the night. After moving in, we went back to the previously mentioned activities…

“How do you want me?” Christine asked.

“Right here,” I said, coming up behind her. I pushed her forward slightly and pulled her shirt off – that went sailing across the room. My pants came off and she braced herself on the end of the bed as I plowed into her.

“Fuck, B,” Christine moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

“Why would I stop?” I groaned in her ear.

“Sometimes you can – ah – sometimes you can be mean.”

“But you like it,” I said, spanking her. “I can tell. You’re so fucking wet.”

“Fuck, B…”

“Yours is the wettest fucking pussy I’ve ever fucked,” I told her. “And I love it. I fucking love how wet your pussy gets for me.”

“Jesus… Fuck me harder!”

So I did. But I guess we were putting too much weight on the end of the bed again, because…

***CRRRACCCKKK! THUNK!!!***

… and we fell forwards as the entire bed collapsed beneath us.

“Fuck me,” I said.

This time, the front desk people were less impressed. For one thing, we were even more of a mess than we were the first time. But after lots of eye rolling, and us offering to still stay in that room, they handed over the key to the last remaining single room in the hostel.

—

Now, I know what you’re thinking. *Good stories come in threes*, right? You’re thinking, *no way did these guys break all three beds in the hostel*. Well guess what, motherfuckers?

>!We didn’t break that bed. Because the key broke off in the lock before we could even get into the room.!<

*We were put up in a shared room, and honestly we were fine with it. We were just happy we weren’t kicked straight out for being cursed.*

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