An Accidental Fucking [FM]

Not every woman can say they’ve been fucked by a guy who doesn’t know he fucked her, but I hold that exact honor. What can I say? College was wild.

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Amy and I had our room set up for privacy. We both brought guys back to our room with what some might call alarming regularity, but we were just getting the most out of our tuition. We both had small living areas carved out of the dorm room with simple blankets hung up, and it wasn’t at all uncommon for us to have our own respective guys in our own respective areas at the same time. Sometimes we’d have little friendly competitions, but that’s not how this story goes.

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This story takes place on one of those horrible Friday nights where even I couldn’t deny that I had far too much work to do to justify going out. So Amy got decked out without me, got drunk without me, and got laid without me. In her drunkenness, though, she forgot about her dear, sweet bestie working away back at the homestead, so she didn’t think anything of bringing her beau for the night back to our room.

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I had reached a stopping point, or at least a decent spot for a break, and was laying on my bed, behind my curtain, quietly. In barged Amy and her mystery man, tongues down each other’s throats. I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn’t be getting any more work done that night, turned off my reading light, and laid back to listen to the chorus of sounds that were soon to come. I would have gotten up and left, but it was late, after midnight, and there wasn’t much of any place to go.

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I heard the creaking of the mattress, the continued sounds of making out, the rustling of clothes, which led to the sound of flirtatious giggles, then the unneccessarily loud slurping sounds that accompanied a standard Amy blowjob. He seemed to enjoy it, though, judging by the groans. Before long, there was more creaking bedsprings as the players took their positions, and then the room was absolutely filled, echoing, with the Amy’s high pitched whines. When Amy fucks, she makes sure everyone knows. People up and down our hallway knew the exact frequency and quality of Amy’s sex life, and she didn’t care. That Friday night, all the poor students like myself up and down the hall would know that this guy was something less than studly, blissfully bringing an end to the creaks and squeaks after about five minutes. Amy put on a brave face, but anyone who knew her even in passing, and I knew her a good deal better than that, could tell that she was disappointed, doubly so when the guy started snoring. Even I, who was pathetically sex deprived that Friday night, had barely gotten a chance to get started while listening to the homebrewed porn. So much for Amy’s plans for the night. So much for mine, for that matter. Amy banged around the common area of our room a bit as she got ready for bed and settled in next to her brief lover. The room got quiet in a hurry, and it didn’t take long for me to slip off to sleep after that.

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Some untellable time later, I woke up. It took me a while to realize what woke me up. It was the feeling of someone climbing into bed with me. Any grogginess left my brain in a hurry as I tried to figure out what was going on. It was Amy’s short lived lover, still clearly drunk as a skunk. As he settled in next to me, I could feel moisture on his hands. The idiot had gotten up to go to the bathroom and crawled back into the wrong bed. I laughed and settled in, confident in my ability to keep a sleepy drunk guy at bay. Yes, it was a stupid decision to make, but I was stupid in college. Plus, a wasted Friday night, followed by listening to Amy get fucked, however briefly, had gotten me in the mood, so feeling a warm body against my back was nice.

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It didn’t take long for things to escalate. He’d wrapped his arms around me in his sleep, and one hand fell on my breast. I briefly considered turning on my reading lamp and screaming at him to see how quickly a drunken asshole could run out of the room. Before I could get too far in my planning process, though, his hand went from resting on my tit, to fondling. When he found my nipple, all bets were off. Unlike my best friend who was sleeping just a few feet away, I did try to keep the volume down, stifling what would have been a yelp to a simple gasp. I could feel his cock growing against my ass rapidly, an impressive tool. It occurred to me that, after such a short showing earlier, this guest in my bed might be able to go for a while. After all, there is no better stress reliever than getting royally fucked, and I was in for a stressful weekend. So I wiggled my ass against him. His dick was at full hardness in no time, gently poking against my encouraging panty-clad ass through the gap in the fly of his boxers. He started humping back towards me, sawing his cock between my ass cheeks as he continued to grope me through my simple tank top.

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With one of my hands, I’d started playing with myself, making it significantly harder to keep quiet for Amy’s sake. The mystery man, now clearly awake, had started kissing and nibbling on the back of my neck, a move that, combined with his dick against my ass, his hand playing over my nipple, and my own hand keeping busy, was pushing all the right buttons. I needed to see this guy’s cock.

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I rolled over, working my way down his body, doing my best to keep my face hidden for fear that he’d realize he was in the wrong bed, leading to an awkward set of apologies and explanations. He didn’t seem to notice. It certainly helps that, in the dark, and horizontally, Amy and I look similar. She has wider hips and a chubbier face than my slender frame, her tits are a bit bigger, I’m a couple inches taller, and her brunette hair is a few shades darker than my deep auburn.

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Faced with his dick, he was a pleasant surprise. He wasn’t huge by any means, but there’d the natural inclination to imagine a man with a short fuse like he had also having a short wick. His was very adequate, thick and veiny with a very impressive head. I spent some time licking it from base to tip, twirling my tongue around the tip and getting a loud groan before returning to the base for another round. Unfortunately, while I could try to be as quiet as possible, I couldn’t control his volume. At one point, he let out a particularly loud, gutteral groan, and I stopped, my hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and I listened for the soft snoring of Amy. Silence. Some might have taken that as a sign that they’d done something wrong, or an invitation to slow down and let the third party get back to sleep. I took it as an invitation. Amy had interrupted my study time, so I was about to have a good fucking time, her sleep be damned. I took his cock in my mouth in one go, opening my throat to accomodate the invading force. I took some pride as he loudly cussed, called me Amy, and told me, still semi-drunkenly, that I was upping my game. She hated being shown up, and I half expected for her to burst through the curtain to show us both how to suck a cock, but she stayed quiet.

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My blowjob was short lived. I love giving blowjobs, but if I’m going to give Amy a show to rival her own, I wasn’t going to be able to do it with a cock in my throat. So, I let his cock fall free from my mouth with a loud pop and a matching moan from him, and I turned around, on all fours, presenting my ass to him. For a moment, he didn’t move, and when he did, it was just to gently probe at my pussy, almost inquisitively. Having never seen Amy at such an angle, I thought for a moment that maybe he’d spotted some key difference that blew through his drunkenness and had notified him that he was not with the same woman. No such luck on his part. He took his position behind me, pulled my wet panties aside, and roughly forced his cock inside me. I didn’t need to yell, I could have stifled it. But I didn’t. I let out an earsplitting scream that, if Amy had, by some strange chance, still been asleep, would have woken her up in a hurry. After taking a moment to adjust to the tightness of my pussy, this mystery man set a slow pace. I didn’t have much of a choice in the moans. His dick was very nice, and he was working it just right, far from the furious pace he’d set with Amy earlier. He slowly sawed in and out of me, slowly in, slowly out. Slowly in. Slowly out. I could feel the shivers running up and down my spine with each in and out.

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Slowly, he built the pace, stoking a fire in me that was threatening to burn out of control. I kept trying to push back against him, to fuck him harder, but he kept a tight grip on my hips, controlling the pace with every slowly in, slowly out. When I really tried to buck back at him to pick up the pace, he brought his hand down hard on my ass, cracking on my cheek, causing me to cry out, leaving me at the mercy of his own, careful pace. Slowly in, slowly out, then slightly faster, and slightly faster. He wasn’t in any hurry to get either of us off. He was there until he was done, and I was along for the ride.

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As he picked up the pace, I continued to play up my sounds for Amy’s entertainment. I couldn’t keep myself from making the sounds, but I could certainly be louder. My moans and wails seemed to boost his ego and pick his pace up. So, I played it up more. I’ve seen porn with more subtle performances. He bought into it, though, and before long, he had picked up a decent pace, rocking in and out quickly enough that his balls slapped against my clit with every thrust, sending extra bursts of pleasure. Then, he got more bold. He grabbed one of my arms, laying uselessly beside me as he mercilessly fucked my pussy, and twisted it back behind my back, holding it there, sending little bursts of pain that mingled with the pleasure. This had the added bonus of giving me control of my hips again, and I started humping back at him, punctuating each high pitched moan of mine with a raw slap of flesh on flesh. He tightened his grasp on my arm as he picked up the pace yet again, and I rose to the occasion, fucking back at him stroke for stroke. The boy had stamina, I had to give him that. At the rate he was going, we might be there all night. That was, until I introduced a little variation.

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Rather than continuing to fuck him stroke for stroke, just pushing back as he was pushing in, I started to move my hips, gyrating them with each thrust, a highly pleasurable thing on my end, and, I hoped, his, too. It didn’t take long to feel, and hear, the effects. He gasped at first, always a good sign. He tried to pull out, whether to save his load for a bit, or to shoot it over my back, but with only one hand on my hips, I was able to push back, denying him his retreat and amping up the string of moans that had been getting such a great response so far. I could feel him twitching inside me, almost like he was trying to hold it back, before he let go, flooding me with his second, very impressive load of the night. He flopped down next to me, and I stayed where I was, my ass in the air, breathing heavily. As I came down from the dizzying heights of the post-fucking euphoria, I remembered the ruse. I needed to figure out how to get this guy out without letting him know who I was. Not that it would have mattered to him at this point, but the idea appealed to me. He’d fucked me, but he had no idea that he’d fucked me. He thought he’d been fucking Amy this entire time. So I whispered to him my head still buried, my ass still in the air, that he should probably leave, that my roommate wouldn’t be happy if she came back to a guy in the room. He groaned, but gave in, slowly going about gathering his clothes, which had fortunately come off in the common area, and leaving without so much as a good night or a thank you. I waited for a few minutes to give him a chance to clear out of the hallway before I went to the bathroom to clean up. As I was shuffling to the door, still a bit jelly-legged by the experience, I heard Amy call my name. I responded. Quietly, she asked if that had been the guy she had brought back, and I said yes, it was. He’d gotten confused and crawled into my bed. She was quiet for what seemed like forever. I started to worry that I had overstepped my bounds and hurt her feelings. Then, in her little, squeaky voice, quietly, my best friend said, with a tinge of sadness.

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“That fucker short changed me.”

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