The desire to finish is the law

That day I was sitting in a bar, all alone. It was pretty boring. My friends, having more or less successfully finished university, had gone off to serve the motherland. There were quite a few people in the bar, acquaintances and otherwise, but that didn't solve my problem at all—the thirst to cum. I wanted to empty my balls, crudely, in the toilet, against the wall. Stress, short skirts all around, the glances of drunk girls, and a week without sex were doing their thing.

I had to constantly adjust my dick to avoid attracting unnecessary attention. But the alcohol I'd drunk decided to suggest a better solution to my problem than jerking off in the toilet. Not far from the bar counter, sitting at a table, was an acquaintance of mine,

she was about 18 at the time. Our friendship level was hello/goodbye, I'd groped her and made out with her a couple of times, while drunk, it never went further, and I didn't really want it to either.

I didn't want to have sex with her, she wasn't even very attractive, but my plan was supposed to work with her. I sat down next to her, said hello, and after a few minutes of stupid conversation, I asked her straight out if she ever treated herself to a handjob. A glint of vulgarity flashed in her astonished gaze, but she replied that it was none of my business, yet she didn't end the conversation, didn't brush me off. So she does, I thought. I joked it off, but the bait was already cast.

After running to the bar for a couple of shots, I proposed a toast to those who would be fucking today. The toast really embarrassed my acquaintance, but she raised her glass and drank. After a couple of rounds, the conversation drifted to various topics, but I didn't forget my goal. After a while, I slipped into the conversation that I really wanted to cum. She dryly replied that I should go jerk off, but her eyes couldn't hide her astonishment and arousal. I said I'd like to do it together, watching each other.

Strangely enough, my acquaintance immediately agreed, blurting out a short "oh, okay." Pleased with myself, I ran to the bar for the last shots. After we downed them, we headed to her place, fortunately she lived not far from the bar. Arriving at the apartment, she kindly offered a drink. I agreed. She told me to strip naked right away and go to the kitchen. I did just that. I was honestly already hard, my shyness vanished with my clothes, so I immediately started playing with my dick, walking around the apartment, looking at the rooms, furniture, photographs.

I walked slowly and also slowly jerked my dick. Hearing my acquaintance's voice, I went to the kitchen. She was already naked, standing by the fridge, pouring us drinks from her parents' stash. She noticed I was already busy and expressed displeasure because I hadn't waited for her. We drank some lousy whiskey and she led me to the living room. She walked ahead and I enjoyed watching her plump thighs. For background noise, we turned on the TV; some stupid Russian soap opera was on.

I suggested sitting on the floor, facing each other, and masturbating. That's what we did. The sight was mesmerizing. Sitting opposite me was a girl, not very pretty but young, masturbating, and I, watching this, was also working my dick. She bit her lips, rolled her eyes—apparently this turn of events was extremely pleasant for her too. I wasn't rushing, I wanted to prolong the pleasure, I didn't want to cum quickly, though I was getting close. I slowed down, stopped, squeezed my dick hard to divert blood from it.

I stared at her body, her movements. Her chest rose from heavy, ragged breathing. Her body trembled and arched. She, apparently, was also enjoying this act. I felt I was about to cum, but I wanted more sensation, after all, such an outcome isn't an everyday thing. I abruptly moved closer to her, laid her on the floor, and, before she could recover, buried my lips in her obscenely wet pussy. She cried out. A wild pain shot through my back. Her nails dug deep under my skin. A second later, she came.

She whispered "sorry." I looked at her—red cheeks, burning eyes, wet forehead and chest, flushed pussy, abundantly soaked with her juices. In her guilty eyes, I saw an irresistible desire. I offered her a compromise—we lie on top of each other, in that very 69 position, and please each other with our mouths. She agreed. She expressed a desire to be on the bottom, which I was very happy about. I lay on top of her, pinned her hands to the floor so she couldn't touch my dick with them, and with movements of my hips, guided my rock-hard dick into her mouth.

I deliberately missed. I smeared the pre-cum, abundantly leaking from my dick, all over her cheeks, nose, forehead. I rubbed my balls on her face. She desperately tried to catch my dick with her mouth, like a horny girl who only dreams of a dick in her mouth, reached for it like a dehydrated person reaches for a canteen, but I kept teasing her. I noticed her pussy starting to pulse. She came again, just from this show.

I was pleased with myself, but it was time to take care of myself too. With a sharp movement, I drove my dick into her mouth, halfway in; her throat didn't accept the sudden thrust. She coughed, started to scream, get angry, but I more gently inserted my hard-on into her mouth. She began slowly sucking the head, a bit of the shaft; it felt good. I didn't forget about her pussy either. Releasing her hands, I started stroking her stomach, thighs, legs, feet, smeared her juices all over her body, licked the inside of her thighs, her lips, played with her clit with my tongue, pushed my tongue inside, imitating a tornado in her vagina.

She also continued monotonously licking the head, pausing to enjoy her own sensations. As if I cared. I told her I wanted to put my dick all the way in her mouth, to which she categorically said no, saying she'd throw up and other excuses of an inexperienced lady. But I, feeling the end was near, took matters into my own hands and with effort shoved my dick all the way into her mouth. She started kicking, moaning. I held her hands so she couldn't hurt or hit me. To ease her condition, I attacked her pussy, started licking it as if it were the most delicious dessert.

I licked her all over, she was flowing like a stream, coming every few seconds. Some time passed since I'd shoved my dick down her throat. Realizing she was about to choke, I started to pull it out, but as soon as I heard "what the f**k are you doing," I shoved it back in with even greater fury, and with only tiny movements, so it wouldn't leave her throat, I stimulated it. Her face was covered in her saliva, it was flowing from her mouth, her makeup had turned into a dirty mess. An ugly but wildly arousing sight.

She struggled, tried to break free, and I slapped her pussy to calm her down. I was losing my mind, I buried my nose in her pussy, from which liquid periodically gushed. The girl was choking and coming, and so often and so much, as if she were experiencing the pleasures of sex for the first time. I was on the edge, I knew I was about to cum, but I held back as best I could, tensed all my muscles not to cum early.

Anticipating orgasm, I started pleasuring her pussy very intensely, went as deep as our physiology allowed, or maybe deeper. She moaned, seemed to even be crying, but I didn't need to torment her anymore. Pulling my dick, which was about to burst from the pressure of cum, out of her throat, I released all the contents of my balls into her mouth, all while not stopping pleasuring her pussy.

She obediently accepted the fountains of hot, thick cum with her mouth, simultaneously gasping for air to catch her breath. The moment I finished, the girl also came very violently, my mouth filled with her juices. As soon as I moved my face away from her pussy, she immediately erupted in a fountain of liquid right onto the floor. Still not recovered from what had happened, I quickly turned to face her and passionately kissed her on the lips.

Mixing my cum, our saliva, and her juices with our tongues, we kissed for a long time, smearing this cocktail of sin all over our faces. I had never experienced anything like it. I was spent, collapsed onto my back. The girl delightfully licked the remnants of cum from my dick, sucked it out of the head, it flowed from her mouth, dripped from her chin onto her chest. She was breathing heavily and smiling; she felt good.