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Nothing was more selfless than a blowjob...

Even as I slurped at her, tongued her slit, even as she moaned and swayed in the throes of her wet dream, I could not decide if I was doing this to reward her or gratify me. This was what my devotion felt like, surely. Nothing was more selfless than a blowjob.

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Then again, I could be blowing her because I was, in my heart, a slutty bitch with an oral fixation. Even as I kissed her shaft and moaned in harmony with my lover, I feared for my soul. She told me that I made her hard, but had I ever told her that sucking on her balls made me wet? That I could actually feel my insides open up, my vulva swell, in preparation? I was taking advantage of the one person who never refused me. Did I endanger her salvation because she, not a Christian, was ignorant of my blasphemy?

A non-believer could never understand. I had never given so much of myself before, nor given myself so carelessly to pleasure. Letty damned me because she accepted me. My faults and my desires were equally indulged. How dare she? Unconditional adoration? I was taught that nothing felt as good as God’s love. But Letty made me feel better. To compare the two, the certainty of salvation against the wet penis in my throat, was blasphemy. But that was what she did to me.

My mornings were a ritual that began with a prayer. This morning, I turned my girlfriend into my altar.

She rose from sleep, several minutes behind the thick erection that I worshipped. “I love you,” she groaned.

Maybe she meant it as a joke. It was the first time she’d said the words, but perhaps no other thanks would do.

I spat on her cock and watched my drool squiggle down the vein. Through the crooked slats of my window, the sun was rising. It flared for a moment on the wet pearl of cum that popped from her slit. I wiped at it to make sure it was only precum. I didn’t want her to finish before me. She reached out a hand but I brushed it away with my head. “No,” I said, the words thick in my mouth. “Stay where you are.”

I flung my hair over my shoulder and used her hips to push myself aloft. “Don’t say anything,” I commanded.

She was the dominant one and I was her meek but willing victim, until this morning. I’d stared at her for hours, fretted over my immortal soul even as I pictured her girl cock filling the void inside me. I was a mess of hot and squirming emotions and just now I needed to use her. There was nothing sweet or sane about it; I was horny for her body, horny to take advantage, to drool over her shaft like an impetuous Jezebel.

Her erection was flushed, the veins outstanding from its thin foreskin and the smaller veins flaring red and blue beneath the surface. It throbbed over her pale mound, glistening and quivering in expectation. It was so hard that it felt like a stone wrapped in warm sponge. “This is mine,” I breathed into the slit.

“Oh my God,” Letty moaned.

“Don’t take my Lord’s name in vain.”

Her nails clawed at my head. “What has gotten into you?”

I palmed her heavy scrotum, eliciting a grunt from her soft lips. “I said no talking.”

“Oh,” she groaned. “N-no. I mean yes, no talking. Mm!”

“Shhh,” I hissed.

Excerpt from My Nasty Futanari Neighbor: Volume 3 - now available on Smashwords at 25% off!