Happy Accident (Dorm)
From unbridled passion
The maiden faced only misfortunes.
Into her innocent cunt
While drunk, she took a cock.
Yu. Fedulov
The fourth month of our training at the nautical school was coming to an end. Our hair had grown back, but the lone "snot" on the sleeve, indicating the year of study, didn't add any optimism. And it wasn't yet clear which of my classmates I could "go on a reconnaissance mission" with. There was one "good ol' boy," one of our own, but after he was expelled, he stole all the money from the guy he slept next to and the shared "underground" tape recorder. Luckily, he blabbed about what time his train was. We met him on the platform, saw him off, and got everything back...
My desk neighbor, Seryoga, was already a proven buddy. Not because we went AWOL together and drank. But because we stood back-to-back against six drunk "first-years" who demanded we wash their underwear. They broke my tooth then, and his nose, but four of them were left lying down, and the other two said "enough" and apologized. No one bothered us after that.
"Listen, help me out," he said one evening. "She has a friend living with her, the course monitor. Such a... fatty... and her face isn't exactly cream brûlée. The main thing is, she doesn't let anything happen. Can't go there, can't go here. Like a real Cerberus. Maybe you could..." "Nah, I can't!" "No, I mean, in a different way... leave us alone, one-on-one..." "For you — no problems, but... the money issue is on you. And there's an occasion, New Year's Eve!"
A small cake, a box of chocolates, simple snacks, a bottle of Moldovan "White Stork." "Maybe champagne?" my buddy suggested. "If you want to wipe snot with it all evening, go ahead and... drink less yourself. Your goal isn't to get drunk, but to get her drunk: a drunk woman is no mistress to her pussy..."
How to describe my acquaintance with her friend? Probably like in the movie: Scary Movie 2. When the holy father, arriving for an exorcism ritual, looked into the room and, saying "fuck this," quickly ran out of it. "Anna," she introduced herself. "Yuri, sorry for coming uninvited, we'll literally just be a minute. Help yourselves," we put the cake on the table. "Come in," a flicker of interest appeared in her gaze, "Would you like some tea?" "Thank you, I'll help you," with these words, I followed her to wash cups and spoons. Quite naturally, the appearance of two nautical school cadets in the women's dormitory produced an effect from a remade work of Eugene Onegin:
Meanwhile, the appearance of two fuckers
Produced such an impression,
The girls' pussies even cramped up...
"Hey cadet, don't you want to help us soap up something?" several cheerful girls peeked into the kitchen with loud laughter. Unexpectedly, even for myself, I hugged my acquaintance and pecked her on the cheek. "Sorry, girls, I only help MY girlfriend!" The girls' faces fell, "Sorry..." They were blown away like the wind. "Anya, forgive me, please, just... you're better than all of them combined," I lied, not masking the flattery. "You idiot," she blushed, lowering her gaze. "Let's go drink tea." When we returned, Seryoga's friend was reapplying lipstick, smudged by his kisses. "Maybe for getting acquainted?!" After listening to how it's forbidden here, how they don't drink at all, how they're not that easy, we helped them set the table. Half a shot for getting acquainted, the same for the meeting, and already a full one for the ladies present. They finished the bottle so quickly that Seryoga suggested running for another one when we went out for a smoke. "No, Seryoga, we still have to get back from leave ourselves..."
We returned to the room. "The maidens became kind, and the lads became red," though it was the opposite at first. Seryoga was already secretly groping his friend, while I cautiously flirted with mine. She was unmistakably flirting. "Listen, buddy," Seryoga nervously exhaled a cloud of smoke in my face when we went out for another smoke, "she has the keys to her friend's room one floor down. Maybe we could... leave you two?" "I don't mind, just don't be late getting back from leave..."
We returned to the room, finished our tea. "Maybe we'll go for a walk?" Seryoga asked. "You go, we'll catch up, we'll just tidy up," I "promised." "Let's all go together, we'll tidy up later ourselves," mine hesitated, lowering her head. They froze in the doorway, not knowing what to do. "Go," I released them. As soon as the door closed behind them, I jerked her up from her seat, embracing her waist. "My sunshine, let them walk... Let me help you instead, I'll wash the dishes." "No way, I won't let you! There are only half-naked girls there!" She laughed, hugging me. Her maidenly breasts pressed against me, my cock against her. Shuddering, she froze, looking into my eyes. "That's not a belt," I whispered almost inaudibly, not looking away. Slightly trembling, she pressed even closer... "Let go!" "Okay!" — I unzip her dress. "Enough!" "Sorry!" — the dress fabric falls to her feet. "Leave!" "Alright!" — I unhook her bra. "Don't look at me like that!" "Sorry!" — the bra falls on the dress. "The key is there, lock the door!" "Of course!" — I lock the door and turn off the light. In the semi-darkness, her silhouette in lacy panties is visible, and intermittent sighs are heard. "Anya, we might do something stupid now." "We might!!" "As a woman, you won't regret it later?" "I'm a girl!" "That's fixable," I conclude the conversation, tipping her onto the bed and covering her mouth with a lustful kiss. It should be noted that initially I felt no passion, rather the excitement of the game. But as soon as our lips met, I literally began to shiver from the surging desire. Pressing my risen flesh against her sensitive spot, I began to squirm on it, simulating intercourse. "Stop, stop, you crazy," she whispered, trembling like an aspen leaf. Gasping with passion, with a sharp movement I pulled off her panties. "Don't look," she shamefully covered her crotch with her palms. With a few movements, freeing myself from my uniform, I removed her hands and, literally pouncing on her, directed my swollen cock into her labia. "Promise you'll marry me," she whispered, wrapping her arms around me and opening her crotch. The head of my cock, slipping into the moist lips, rested against her, as yet unexplored, opening. Stretching its diameter, the cock rushed inside. The hymen, covering the entrance to her birth canal and trying to hinder entry, was torn by its movement, and the cock entered the vagina. The first contact of our genitals predictably brought her not very pleasant sensations. "Oh!" — she jerked slightly. "Sorry." "It's okay." Feeling physically the narrowness of the entrance, I made several reciprocating movements, expanding its diameter and length. "Does it hurt?" "No, continue." Do you know how they drill a tunnel in the mountains? First, an explosion for the passage, then widening the borehole, and now trains are flying through the tunnel...
Her intermittent sighs at first gradually changed to voluptuous ones. Moaning from the excitement of growing passion, she accepted my cock with the temperament of a March cat. Her pliable body rocked back and forth, in the literal sense of the word. Fat folds moved back and forth, in time with my movement. Heated, covered in sweat, tense bodies, hip movements in time with my thrusts, and a moan of pleasure at the moment of climax—such was the outcome of our union. Plus an additional bonus: the eruption of sperm into the vagina. "Sorry, I came inside you." "I realized that, felt it shooting—so awesome! But next time ask for permission..." "What next time? Be thankful you got laid today," flashed through my mind as I pulled my deflating cock out of her already busted opening. "Of course, dear, that won't happen again." "That's a good boy," she smothered me with slobbery kisses, emitting a slight smell of alcohol, "My rider... I... such an... unbroken filly... but my saddle is waiting for you to jump into it..." Falling asleep, she sleepily mumbled in my ear: "Remember, you promised... beloved... uh... what's your name... my desired one!.."
Seryoga returned from leave gloomier than a cloud. "What, she didn't give it up?!" "What are you talking about, the evening was unforgettable: to start with, that bitch puked all over the bed!!!"
P.S. She came to the school several times, asked about me, made inquiries through friends, trying to find me. But it was the end of the semester, then exams, then vacation, new girlfriends and relationships...
Dear girl, forgive me, I fucked you back then just like that, by a happy coincidence...
SY.