This choice: Fuck your headless friend • Go Back...Chapter #5Fuck your headless friend by: Unknown Your better judgment is partially overcome by your sexual desires and, rather than trying to set up fortifications in case the headhunter shows up or immediately fuck Linda you compromise. You quickly throw up token defenses around the house, wedging chairs under the doorknobs to hold them in place and placing tables over the ground level windows. It won't hold for much more than one or two good hits, but it will keep him busy long enough (hopefully) to escape if you are caught with your pants down. After you finish with that you turn back to Linda's headless body. It is rubbing slightly faster than it was before, using its left hand to feel her sensitive new skin on her neck stump and her right hand to tease her outer labia.
You remove your glasses and set them on the nightstand, wanting them to be within reach but out of the way of danger in case things got rough. You then pull your shirt off over your head. You toss the shirt over to Linda. She is clearly startled by this, her hands flinching and her body curling slightly. After a moment she reaches down and feels the cloth curiously. She seems to realize it is a shirt, but seems confused as to why exactly you have thrown it to her, as it is too large for her petite frame. Next you unclasp your bra, releasing your sizable rack. You toss it to her, the left cup landing on her neck. Her hand tentatively reaches up and feels it, her fingers running over the soft material. She realizes then that this is not a bra for her, it was yours, and you had removed it. Her body sits up and drops the clothes next to it on the couch, her whole body practically shaking with anticipation. You pull off your shorts and panties in one motion, tossing them to Lydia. She feels them, rubbing them all over as you watch naked before her. She rubs them across her stump before tossing them into the pile with the rest. She is ready.
You make your way over, your breasts swinging lightly as you saunter. You lean over and plant a kiss on Linda's neck stump while your unrestrained buxom brushes against her bare skin. She shudders and grabs your hips tightly, though thankfully her nails had been clipped recently. You brought your legs up onto the couch, straddling her slender body with your heavier set one. You reach down and begin fingering her while using your other hand to reach around an hold her close, your chests pressing hard on one another. Linda can't really reach your pussy from this position, so she latches onto your ass with a passion. You continue sliding in and out, nibbling on he smooth skin as you feel her grip grow in power. With one final gnaw and a thrust she orgasms, her hands sharply squeezing you one more time before she relaxes her grip. You stand up, rubbing your ass while smiling. You are pretty sure that there will be pretty bad bruises on your bum come tomorrow morning, but right now you don't really care, all you care about is getting yourself off now.
As if Linda can read your mind she launches herself from the sofa and takes hold of your shoulders. She spins you around quickly and plants you on the sofa, causing you to wince a little but grin wider. She lowers herself and begins massaging your genitals with her smooth neck stump. It feels very weird, but in a very good way. You giggle as she continues to grind against you.
After a minute or so of this she raises herself and lifts you off the couch. She sits down where you were and then pulls you onto her lap. You are facing away from her and you are not sure that she knows what she is actually doing, until she wraps her arms around you. Her left arm wraps around your cleavage and begins rubbing both of your tits harshly, bouncing them up and down while her right hand moves down to your womanhood. She shoves two fingers in forcefully, making you squeal with pleasure. She handles you roughly, exerting a lot more dominance than her small body would imply. After a minute of her thrashing you up and down you get off, slumping back onto her as her movements slow. She releases you and you nearly fall over, landing on all fours as she lies back contently. You kiss her neck again in gratitude.
You have no time to get dressed or hide the scene though as a voice calls out from behind you.
"Thanks for showing me a good time!" Linda says.
Your eyes bulge open and you scramble for your glasses. How the hell did Linda say that, how was she here, what was going on?! You throw your glasses on and see that Linda's head has been carried into the house...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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