“……….and that’s another thing! Don’t you dare go away while I am talking to you. Them bloody friends of yours broke my bed you know. Smashed it to bits they did, little sods! It’s ruined, ruined I tell you and only a couple of months ago it cost me very nearly a grand!”

So yelled Justine’s mum at my retreating form the day after she’d got back from a disastrous holiday. It had rained, evidently; and by all accounts the hotel had been crap and the food terrible. There’d be no sunshine and the terrace by the pool had been so filled with Germans that she couldn’t go topless and show off her new tattoo. So they’d come home grumpy, both of them, with severe runs, heartburn and six hundred quid out of pocket. Neither of them had had any extramarital nookie either, which made it their worst holiday in living memory.

Not content to complain and moan non-stop about that their return flight had been delayed and by the time their plane landed at Stanstead all the taxi drivers had got fed up with waiting and gone home.

Finally when, dead tired and unbelievable frustrated they did get back they found their house in virtual ruins and a jagged heap of chipboard and staples was all that remained of their virtually new and very expensive bed.

…………….

I never really fancied my brother’s girlfriend Justine but hadn’t realised just what a slut she was either, not until the incident about which I shall now relate.

It was very pleasing for all concerned when she finally orgasmed. I can’t believe I was alone in thinking she never would, so when she did, with a series of little grunts and jerks which may or may not have been faked I am pleased to say we all gave her a round of applause.

Justine sort of smiled, half daringly, half confused, not looking at any of us in particular while at the same time seeming to look at all of us at once. Her labia bulged like nicely cooked pieces of good quality bacon, accentuated by the pale slicks of ejaculate congealing nicely all over it. Oh yes, I’m Terry by the way, Mack’s brother and Mack as you know is Justine’s current boyfriend.

You can join us if you like; everyone else has and we’re all enjoying ourselves. Not least Justine, as you can see! Yes it was pretty much inevitable that she’d over-indulge given half a chance; after all she’d eaten more than her share of the great big chocolate cake we’d found in the fridge and drunk at least four cans of her old man’s beer.

“Behave yourself while we’re away, won’t you?” her parents had implored and Justine had smiled broadly and assured them that she would. Benidorm was a place she’d never been to and, from what little she’d heard she was glad of it.

“Its where old people go to die!” somebody told her “Where you go if you want to do nowt but sit in a bathchair all day and stare at the sea………”

She’d shivered at the thought. Shivered violently in fact. So violently that before she knew what had happened she’d shivered all her clothes off and climbed into her parents brand new double bed with Mack and me.

That was on Friday afternoon, so far as she could remember and by Friday evening she was not only rather drunk but had been warmly and comfortably fucked by both of us. Later on, a couple of Macks rather more enlightened friends wandered in after work. The back door was not locked and hearing recognisable noises they went upstairs to see what was happening.

Mack and I were already there in bed with her but both of us had more or less had it by then. In fact we were well and truly knackered.

“You’ve fair worn us out Just!” Mack told her wonderingly. Still recovering I said nothing at all. Watching cum dribble out of her pussy was about all I could manage just then. So when two new blokes arrived Justine looked up eagerly. She was well and truly aroused by then of course so the possibility of a couple of fresh cocks got her delirious with excitement. She was on the pill fortunately, which was one of the reasons she felt that way. Another was that Mack actively encouraged her to indulge in everything she wanted. There were no barriers or boundaries so far as he was concerned and that made her extremely happy.

“She’s a damn good fuck!” he told me one night, after I’d had the temerity to question him. It was a simple as that and plainly put. She wanted it a lot and he gave her as much as he could, and so far as they were concerned that was all that mattered. Later he’d told me about her desires and the plans they’d made to try to fulfil them.

“Her parents are holidaying in Benidorm next week” he told me “But Just isn’t going ‘cos she can’t stand all the old fogies so she says it will be the ideal opportunity to take part in a gang bang…….”

It sounded such an old fashioned term but I didn’t laugh as he elaborated on his plans. “

She knows Paul has a big one” Mack said “a girl where she works told her apparently, so she wants to see for herself. She mentioned a couple of other blokes as well…….”

With growing excitement I listened to what he was saying, forming erotic pictures of Justine’s naked body and wondering if I was included anywhere in the plans.

“It’s all arranged” he told me in a matter of fact sort of way as we were getting ready for bed that night. “Her parents are leaving early on Friday morning and she has already arranged to be off work that day………”

Still wondering if I could fit in anywhere I listened while my brother, in calm measured tones elaborated. Don’t bother with any clothes for the weekend, he’d told her. You won’t be wearing any. She squirmed with excitement when I said that, he told me, but when she asked who else might be coming he’d laughed and told her to wait and see.

“You must come along!” he told me airily “You would like to fuck her wouldn’t you?”

I hastened to assure my big brother that of course I did. Mack laughed at me, shoved me into a corner of the bedroom we’d shared since childhood and punched me playfully.

“You can go straight away after me then!” he said “You’ll like her hole when it’s full of cum!”

I wanted him to talk to me about her some more, wanted to ask him about her body, wanted to discuss all manner of things. I hate to admit it but, at fourteen years old, going on fifteen, I was still a virgin. Mack is seventeen and very experienced. He tells me lots of stuff, some of it quite unbelievable. Sometimes he just pulls my leg. In fact when he first told me about his plans for Justine I thought it was yet another of his wind ups. He put me straight on that as soon as he realised I didn’t believe him.

“You can’t keep wanking like that!” he’d told me some months earlier. “You’ll go blind! Anyway, its about time you got yourself a girlfriend to fuck”

That was one thing we both agreed on there and then. I had to get something to fuck and almost did, on my fourteenth birthday of all days! It came to nothing as I thought it would. She was on and wouldn’t even let me touch her. All I got in the end was one mouldy, dry mouthed kiss. And her breath smelled, which made it worse. Mack on the other hand appeared to go from strength to strength with the girls that he had and if he’d kept a tally of notches in his bedpost I would not have been surprised. But that all changed when Justine came into his life, didn’t it?

Damn right it did! Mack was so worn out after his first weekend with her that he could hardly get up the stairs to our bedroom. After a month of the same the strain was beginning to show unmistakably.

“Tel, she’s insatiable!” he told me one night. “I don’t know what I am going to do with her!”

His words worried me for a moment. I’d never heard him speak about any girl like that before. Come to think of it I’d never seen him so knackered looking either. He looked like he was worn to a frazzle.

It came from that I suppose, Mack’s realisation that he could never satisfy her. A couple of days later and with Justine’s agreement, he began to make his plans.

Now here we were, here was I, not a virgin any longer by several hours and actually feeling quite different. Experienced, in a word, watching another man do to Justine what I had, most recently and for my second time, done to her myself.

By ten pm I’d learned so much and there were so many things I’d done. By midnight there were eight boys in the room, two of them seeing to Justine at the same time. All of us without exception were both extremely turned on and unbelievably shagged out. All except Justine that is.

“Where the hell is Paul?” she kept asking.

No-one knew where but everyone knew who. She was talking about Paul with the big prick. It was a bit off putting.

“You promised me he’d be here!” she called out to Mack but Mack only shook his head. He’d already spent over an hour trying to get Paul but his phone was dead.

It was around that time that she began to orgasm regularly. It doesn’t happen, ever! Mack had told me one time or other. Or at least…… that was what he said. Now here she was, against all he’d ever said, moaning and puffing like a plump pink steam engine, with her mouth open and her legs locked around the back of whats his name cumming like the river Jordan all over the bed.

And I suppose the condition that bed was in should have been a warning to us by that time. It didn’t so much creak in sympathy as mutter and stutter in fear. A thousand pounds or not the poor thing was slowly and surely coming apart at the seams. So when Paul did arrive, whistling cheerily at four in the morning, it crackled ominously just as Justine began to let out little gurgles of joy.

It was partly my fault, I was much too eager. I wanted to fuck Justine again straight after big Paul finished so I got up there on the bed beside them. Partly my fault as I say because we’d all watched in amazement as he slid his massive member into her. Surely she……. I didn’t know what to think when she took it so easily. Surely he must…… but she obviously loved it.

So much so that their combined actions were going squidge squelch squidge when, with a pathetic little squeak the damned bed collapsed entirely. Do you know I don’t think Justine or indeed any of us would have bothered about it at the time, after all four or five of us were still pretty much comfortably on the mattress. What did it finally was Paul’s volcanic orgasm which, along with Justine’s momentous yells and screams turned what had been merely a rather untidily collapsed bed into a steaming mound of shattered wreckage.

The din was terrific. Paul rolled off Justine groaning and one of the other lads beat me to her by a whisker. Hyper as she was I don’t think Justine could believe what was happening. She’d wanted a gang bang and she was getting one. All of her own and unreservedly. She was more or less out of it completely and I was so close to her when the boy finished that I got straight in without her noticing. And if you are thinking this is all wishful thinking, a bit of a spank bank, so called, all of it made up, just look at this: It’s a one foot by eighteen inches square of best quality chipboard covered on one side by horrible and by now somewhat cumstained upholstery fabric and on the other, attached by three little staples, a label which reads as clear as day:

“Total safe loading 500 pounds max! Not to be used for orgies”

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit!!” screamed Justine pushing me off her hurriedly. “My dad paid over a grand for this bed!!”

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