Keep Kristi around, go see if Beth lives in Nevarth

Hovering in the middle of the street with your dick buried deep in Kristi's throat, you think about all the beautiful women from your real life you could be facefucking, and all the Nevarthly angels floating around with dick-sucking lips, and it really makes you wonder what to do with such a basic little thing like this one.

She's just a cocksleeve, totally replaceable. Your dick throbs in her throat as you imagine cumblasting her off into the distant fluffy puffs of clouds like the angel you launched just moments ago. You know it's not dangerous, Kristi herself told you you can't hurt anybody. Maybe it's just not as thrilling anymore, now that it's been done.

Is that why this feverish facefucking is losing your attention too? Same old stuff at this point, right? It feels like a special kind of sin to be bored in this situation, but it's happening nonetheless. You swipe your dick out of Kristi's mouth and let it hang in the warm summer air, relaxing for just a moment. The angel who'd been lifting your crotch to face level puts you down on your feet. Kristi is gasping loudly, her little titties bouncing up and down but her nipples still always impossibly hidden under the stolen silken sash. With each deep, hurried breath she vacuums oxygen like a nervous young pearl diver half-way through the season, right to be concerned about going deeper than she's ever been, but without another path ahead. At first, it seemed like she was recovering, but like the diver, she's actually prepping.

A bit of respite is nice, but it gets boring fast, and post-coital hormone rebalancing is so not a thing for you unless you want it to be. Your dick is still raging hard, ready to ravage whatever you can get your hands on. You're about to order Kristi back on your dick, but you don't get a chance. She's busy doing something else with her mouth now, something other than gasping or slurping. She parts her reddened lips and the whole apparatus starts to move, her tongue, teeth and jaw all working in tandem on whatever this new task is she's attempting. Oh yeah, you know this one, she's 'talking'.

"Hey, David," she speaks hurriedly, as if accustomed to being interrupted by a cock slap or something before finishing her thoughts, "if you're tired, maybe I could go down on you for a bit? You could relax?" So she wants to drive.

You're an idiot horndog who filled your monthly quota for fresh ideas when you taped two pieces of paper together recently. You may have accepted the fate of an afterlife in Blowjob Universe, but you haven't spent any real effort on determining how to take advantage of it, not beyond violently facefucking everything with a facehole anyway. It was always gonna take an outside influence for you to branch out, but Blowjob Universe, your ideal afterlife whether you know it or not, has you covered.

Kristi is on her knees on the cobblestones in front of you, polishing your pole with her spit, which she dribbles delicately over the tip, touching you only with her hands but keeping her face as close as possible, as if studying your manhood before welcoming it into her.

You watch, impatiently horny, but also curious-horny, your cock twitching with anticipation. She looks up into your eyes while her tongue flicks daintily out of her mouth, tickling the tip of your dick. She smiles a dirty grin and slides slowly over the head, her lips wrapping tight under the edge of your glans, and pulls up off it like real girls do with lollipops in music videos, but not in your life.

*POP*

Not until now. She goes back down right away, still looking up into your eyes, searching for your pleasure and approval. She wraps herself around your glans once more, the rest of your dick still tingling in the summer breeze, and she *POP*s right off it again, leaving it free to swing side to side like a busted sprinkler head leaking precum on her lips and cheek.

This time, when she goes back down again, she doesn't just pop right off, but twirls her tongue around the tip of your dick like it's vanilla soft serve and she doesn't want it to drip on anything. She's sparking every little nerve ending one at a time, bringing you a delightfully satisfying glee.

When she finally stops twirling her tongue, she slips it out underneath your shaft, cradling your dick as she slides the whole thing down to the back of her mouth. The sheath she has made of herself is smooth and bumpy, cool but warm,. The sensations are so much more delicate and delightful than the brutal lust-quenching you've reveled in til now.

Still, all your pea brain takes away from the experience is that you were right: that angel whore was a dumb bitch for making fun of you and you can do whatever you want with Kristi. Just because her tits aren't air bags and her lips have never been stung by a wasp doesn't mean she's not worth keeping around! She's sucked your cock better than anyone else ever before, and you're not even paying for drinks.

The righteous feeling of knowing better than that angel bimbo sends your dick into a raging boner, and Kristi notices the surge of energy.

"Oh David, there you are! I'm so glad we got to t..." *THWACK* you slap Kristi's cheek with your cock and *THWACK* slap the other cheek on the back swing. She's surprised, but barely. It's not a new kind of surprise. She may be an even match for your lame brain in an IQ battle, but she unquestionably knows more about sucking cock than you do, so she takes the hint, and deepthroats you like a pro for a few minutes til you unload deep inside her and decide once and for all, you're keeping this chick around.

"Do you know where I live? You should move in there, and cook."

Kristi scratches her head. "All of Nevarth is yours, David, you live here now, anywhere you want."

"Okay but I mean do you know where my apartment is?"

She thinks about it. The angel who's been standing behind you this whole time says, "David, I can fly you anywhere you want to go. I can fly you up to your own apartment directly." You face the cherub now, and see she has the same outrageous comic book curves as the colleague of hers you jizz jettisoned early, all these angels look almost identical. They glow with the same otherwordly shimmer, the honey mead equivalent of incandescence, but each in a different hue. When she speaks, her voice is another member of the choir, distinct and lovely in its holy uniqueness but still a glittering thread in the tapestry of aural beauty. You bet she sucks dick a little differently too. They all probably have their own unique oral beauty, you figure.

You answer the angel, "k, take us there then." Your apartment is little more than a stone's throw away, but you're a lazy piece of trash, and you'd let this woman push you there in a grocery cart if it meant you got to ogle her tits the whole way instead of picking up your feet. That's not what it means at all, though. It's better than that. You're still too slow to figure it out, but Nevarth really is your afterlife.

The angel nods, her low-gravity funbags jiggling lightly, and she launches gracefully past you with a quick beat of her wings. After lifting Kristi up in a bear hug, she spins the young woman around like a propeller, until she's fully upside down, her face buried between the angel's thighs, peering out at you from under her huge, jiggling ass. This position is tricky. You typically struggle to grasp even the most basic outlines of most puzzles, this one you master upon introduction. In some other afterlife, you might have simply mounted the angel, holding onto her shoulders and tits, your cock plugging into her cherub's cunt like a cowboy finds his stirrup, but not here! This is Blowjob Universe and your boot dick needs a throat stirrup.

You climb up onto the pair of women, inserting yourself in Kristi's upside down mouth and gripping as much of the angel's big whoopee-cushion titties as you can around the front. When she takes off, the whole mess settles into position, and you relax, knowing you cannot be dropped, and if you were, you'd just bounce. It's a nice flight. Beyond the comforting wash of the Nevarth sun, there is the firm warmth of the angel's soft, strong body beneath you and the deep heat of your cock buried in Kristi's welcoming throat. You could almost fall asleep here, but the ride is brief, and mere moments later, the angel is gliding gently through an open window in the stairwell of the fairly decent-looking building that has replaced your slummy digs in the cock-gobbling afterlife.

Your apartment is on your right, unit 4B, or at least you expect it to be there. Beth would be below you in 3B, and besides that, there are a bunch of other people in the building, but you never noticed them because Beth is the hot one, and it's not like you would've brought them jello molds to say 'welcome' when they moved in.

So here you are, on the fourth floor, in a nicer-smelling version of the dump you call home, not currently getting your dick sucked for some reason. With all of Nevarth yours for the taking, why did you return here of all places?