Keep your promise

"Of course, Abby. I know how much your virginity means to you. Still, you know..." You trail off as you point down to the gigantic bulge in your trousers.

She grins knowingly, gives Leo her handbag, and climbs up on the table in front of you. Lying down on her back, she undoes your belt and slips down your pants with one swift, well-practiced movement. She then wriggles into a comfortable position, so that the back of her neck is at the edge of the table and her head can hang off of it. Opening her mouth wide, she waits for you to plunge your member down her throat.

You don't think twice about what you're supposed to do next. You grab her cute little head with both hands, move it slightly towards your crotch, then ram your throbbing cock into her warm, wet, welcoming mouth. The feeling is amazing... She clearly has no gag reflex whatsoever - either she never had one, or you fucked it out of her in what must have amounted to dozens of deep-throat sessions during the last semester.

As you move your shaft in and out of her mouth, you can feel her throat distending around it, a visible bulge forming in her slim little neck whenever you push forward. When you're especially deep inside, you let go of her head with one hand and reach out, stroking your cock through the soft skin of her neck, feeling her throat clenching and unclenching around it. All the while she calmly breathes through her nose, making delightful little unk-unk noises as she swallows the spit accumulating in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Miriam and Leo are talking about their plans for the afternoon. Miriam doesn't seem to be fazed at all by what is happening to her best friend's face, but you notice that Leo keeps looking longingly at Abby's tight, untouched pussy, which keeps getting wetter and wetter by the second. You notice him absentmindedly rubbing a visible bulge in his trousers from time to time, no doubt imagining all the things he's going to do to Abby once they're married.

On the other hand, Charlie (whom you've quite forgotten over the excitement of throatfucking Abby while her best friend and her fiancée watch) doesn't seem very happy with the whole situation. His computer is still not working, and, to make matters worse, Abby's exposed pussy is basically staring him in the face, her entire body writhing from the drilling you are delivering.

"Dammit John! I thought you were gonna help me fix this thing. Instead you seem content breaking it even more by coating it with pussy juice. Some friend you are."

You know you should feel bad for ignoring your buddy like that, but in truth you're just aroused by the fact that you can fuck a girl's face right in front of your friend and the only thing he finds abnormal is that you're not helping him with his problem. As you savour this thought - accompanied by the titillating unk-unk noises still emanating from Abby's divine neck - you have an idea. If the fact that everyone else is getting on with their lives while you're merrily fucking away turns you on so much, why shouldn't you do the same?

"Allright, show me what you got," you grunt, snatching up Charlie's somewhat-sticky laptop. You turn it around and set it down on Abby's toned stomach, not stopping for one second what you're doing to her mouth. "Right, looks like that package you downloaded hasn't been properly tested. Leave it to me." You tap a few keys to summon a terminal and start typing rapidly. Coupled with your rhythmic movements in and out of Abby, the clickedyclick of the keyboard harmonizes brilliantly with the unk-unk of her throat struggling with your pulsating cock and the slapping sound your balls make as they hit her forehead again and again.

The fix for Charlie's problem is an easy one; you simply downgrade a few packages and everything is fine again. But the mere sight of yourself fixing someone's computer while simultaneously ravaging a virgin girl's throat with her fiancée looking on is enough to bring you to climax. You quickly hand Charlie back his computer and pull your penis out of Abby, along with a thick, gooey trail of her spit. No sooner have you done so than you erupt in an unbelievable orgasm, spraying Abby with your hot semen. You cover her sweaty face and tousled hair before giving her paint-spattered shirt a few splashes of your own making.

Abby gets up, as bubbly as ever, and smiles broadly, evidently thinking nothing of what looks like a gallon of cum all over her body. Then she turns and puts her arms around Leo, who leans down and kisses her. He doesn't seem to care at all that you just covered his wife-to-be in your white, sticky juices; he only pauses to wipe some out of her eyes, where it had dripped from her eyebrows.

"Nice meeting you," he says with a grin. "Doing anything tonight? Me and a few friends are having a little party... Abby and Miriam will be there too, in case you need to let off some more steam." With that, they turn around and leave you, trousers still around your ankles, cock still drenched in Abby's spit, completely spent, and happier than you ever thought you could be.

What a cool dude.