WARNING: The following story is fetish smut, made for perverts who enjoy modularity/natural body magic/detachment/disassembling people non-lethally. If you are not a member of that community, I strongly advise that you turn back now. Things will get freaky.
This story is loosely inspired by this image, which the artist has kindly given me permission to link to in this story. Anyway, on to the smut.
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While there was admittedly an ironic post-postmodern appeal to the name “Michael’s Magical (literally) Party Where Sex WILL Happen But Is NOT Mandatory, So Come On By If You’re Comfortable With That! #8”, it was trying way too hard to be funny. Still, since Michael was the only person at the college who knew magic and got along well with anyone who didn't call him “Magic Mike”, his ostensible parties/practical orgies always drew large crowds.
This was the first time Lori had attended one of Michael's parties, and she couldn’t shake the sense that everyone knew she was new and was secretly judging her every move as she shuffled nervously around Michael's palatial abode. This, of course, couldn't be much further from the truth; gawking Caucasian brunettes of middling height and build in their early to mid twenties were about as ubiquitous at a magic college party as they were at any conventional one worth going to. All that distinguished Lori from her multitude doppelgangers was her visible unease and the drunken Korean woman covered in tattoos slumped against her. Using Lori as a human walking stick, the tattooed woman staggered through the house and pointed ostentatiously at every bizarre sight, magical oddity, and depraved act of sexual deviancy that the pair stumbled past, loudly goading Lori to give it a try. For her part, Lori responded with muttered excuses, blushes, and suggestions to keep moving.
“Oh my God, you're so boring! How do you live like this?!” Kim groaned, theatrically throwing her head back and buckling her knees, nearly sending her and Lori to the thickly carpeted and surprisingly clean floor.
“I didn’t even want to be here!” Lori snapped, setting her friend down gently so she could fold her arms over her bare chest. While nudity wasn’t a strict requirement at these parties, 4 out 5 people attended in their birthday suits or some kind of fetishwear, so Kim had convinced Lori they’d stand out more if she were one of the odd ones not out of their clothes.
"Sure." Kim said, rolling her entire head along with her eyes. "Next you'll tell me you're not a raging lesbian!”
“I’m bi!” Lori shouted, covering her mouth with a mousy squeak as soon as the words cleared her lips. Looking around, she was relieved and maybe a bit disappointed that nobody spared her mundane and ongoing battle with the closet a glance, choosing instead to keep watching the nearby spectacles; hypnotized bunny eared girls with cartoonishly enhanced proportion humping anyone they made eye contact with, the guillotine that left people alive and in control of their beheaded bodies, or the multiple silver platters piled high with detached cocks and cunts that guests could take from, donate to, and trade with as they pleased.
“Whatever you say, k.d. Lori.” Kim said, rolling her eyes.
Rather than lecturing Kim once again on the intricate nuances of her evolving sexuality and her exploration of said, Lori stormed off in a huff. Lori was so caught up huffing and trying to avoid eye contact with the hypnotized bunny fuckers that she hadn't really registered that she'd stormed outside until after she'd slammed the sliding glass door behind her. The chilly night air threw itself over her bare back like a wet blanket, her nipples hardening and her knees buckling as she shivered. Looking around to see if anyone had noticed her dramatics, Lori discovered to her horror that three people in fact had. One was Kim though, so she didn't count. The other two were a MILF looking woman who'd lost both her arms at some point in all this excitement but had picked up a leather collar with attached leash, and a surfer dude holding said leash and likewise dressed only in neckwear, a shark tooth necklace in his case. They were seated together on a patio chair, and until Lori had interrupted them the MILF had been riding cowgirl on the surfer as he used the leash to dictate her pace and tempo. Surfer, MILF, and Lori exchanged an awkward stare, before the surfer cheekily tugged at the leash without breaking eye contact with Lori, and with a playful giggle the MILF resumed her ride with renewed vigor.
Lori fled deeper into the backyard in search of a quiet corner to lie down and die of embarrassment. While not nearly as populated as the house, given the cool air and lack of speakers blaring generic pop-music, Lori still had to weave and shimmy to avoid rubbing her naked body against other party goers. It was during one of these shimmies, trying to avoid a circle of three guys and one headless girl on an over sized towel passing the girl’s head between them as a living sex toy, that Lori took a literal misstep. Misjudging how close she was to the edge of Michael’s pool, Lori’s right foot sank through empty air and plunged into the water below, her body following and spinning sideways into the pool with a yelp.
Kicking herself to the surface, Lori saw the very person she’d been trying to avoid now facing her, a shorter Latino sporting a wet… er, who’d been facing away from the pool when Lori fell in and had been splashed. “You Okay?” He asked.
“Uh, yup. Sorry. I’m fine. Thanks. Sorry for getting you wet.” Lori said, smiling with her mouth and screaming with her eyes.
“Need help getting out?” He asked, extending a hand.
“Oh, no! Thanks! I… the water is nice and warm! I think I’ll stay in here for a while. It’s comfy! Again, sorry for splashing you.” Lori replied, backing away. The man shrugged and turned back to the circle, just in time to catch a filthy but enthusiastic looking head tossed into his lap.
While Lori was just trying to get away as fast as possible, the water actually was heated to a comfortable temperature and, save for herself, devoid of human life. Either everyone just assumed the water would be too cold and didn't bother checking, or else everyone who’d wanted to play in the pool had already come and gone. Lori sank to her chin, breathing a deep sigh of relief as the warm water caressed her skin. Finally, she’d found somewhere she could be alone.
“Sup nerd.” Came Kim, like a baseball through the window of Lori’s zen.
Opening one eye, Lori groaned miserably at the sight of her peppy roommate squatting on the edge of the pool. “Why did I let you talk me into this?”
“Because you always wanted to come to one of Michael’s parties and casually bang some banging hottie, but you didn't have the nerve. So you waited for a badass free spirit to nudge you, so you’d have a scapegoat if things went wrong. But, since you don’t want to admit you wanted to come, that you may not be the girl you thought you were, you’re sabotaging your own evening so you can run back to your comforting little lie of a life while pretending you tried.” Kim paused, downing the rest of her plastic cup of jungle juice and tossing it behind her. The armless woman by the door shot Kim an angry look as the cup bounced off the back of her head, but Kim didn’t notice and the amputee was quick to forgive and forget as her leash was tugged.
“Wow, that’s some deep insight for someone that failed psychology 101. Twice. And is majoring in forestry.” Lori replied, rolling her eyes.
“I don’t need a psychology degree to figure you out. You’re the most basic bitch I know." Kim answered, then added to ease the blow "And that's why I love you.”
“So then, oh wise oracle, what will I do next?” Lori asked, realizing immediately she’d walked into a catch 22. If she did what Kim said, she’d claim she called it, but refusing to do it out of spite was equally predictable.
Kim thought it over, scanning the backyard. Her eyes locked on something to her right and Lori’s left, and a smug leer slashed across her cheeks. “You’re going to fuck Jenna. One hundred percent certainty. You’re either going to fuck Jenna before the night's out, or blow your brains out because you couldn’t live with yourself for not fucking Jenna.”
“Dark!” Lori blurted, recoiling at Kim’s callousness and drawing a hand to her chest in search of pearls to clutch. “Who the hell is Jenna?”
“Felix’s sister, at the end of the pool.” Kim said, pointing. Lori followed her finger and found the girl.
Lori's hand shot from her chest to her mouth, barely catching a gasp. Under normal circumstances, the girl she was looking at would’ve been about her height, though she seemed to have misplaced her head elsewhere in Michael's mansion and her neck now ended halfway up in a stump covered in smooth, pinkish skin. Her build was likewise similar to Lori’s, but in every way ‘more’. Plumper thighs, wider hips, broader shoulders, larger c-cups, and a plump but fit tummy pierced with a navel bar. Her bare skin was more tan than Lori’s snowflake complexion, the subtle but noticeable outline of a bra and panties cutting across her bust and hips naturally drawing the eye to her hard nipples and smooth shaven lower lips, her only set present. The body sat on the edge of the pool, torso leaning back on her hands and wide spread legs dangling just low enough for her feet to gently kick the surface of the water as she...
“What’s she doing?” Lori asked Kim, unconsciously turning to face the headless woman.
“What she always does. Just waits by the side of the pool and lets people do whatever they want to her.” Kim said, smiling and casually sidling along the side of the pool, coaxing her shy friend to follow. “People used to be lining up to ravish her, but after a while most people kind of got over her shtick. The parties just keep escalating, and these fickle fuckers are always looking for the next novelty. Nowadays she gets maybe three people a night, though she says she doesn't care; that the anticipation is half the fun.”
“I… find that difficult to believe.” Lori said, unable to comprehend a world where such a beautiful woman offering herself freely could become mundane.
“Me neither. Spending an entire party blind and deaf just hoping someone wanders by and screws you, and you don’t even know if it’s a hunk or a hunk of shit? Sounds stupid.” Kim said, missing Lori’s point entirely. “But, different strokes. Speaking of which…” she nearly toppled into the pool as she seized Lori's wrist, pulling her friend's hand towards Jenna's smooth, thick thigh but stopping short of touching it. She released her grip, allowing Lori to take the plunge at her own pace. Staring up at the beautiful headless body towering over her, Lori froze in fear. What if Jenna thought she was a creep? What if she wasn’t into girls and Lori’s feminine fingers turned her off? What if Kim blabbed to her brother Felix, then Felix told Jenna who touched her, and Jenna thought Lori was weird and gross and it ruined her friendship with Felix? What if Lori was awful at sex but all her previous partners had been too polite to tell her?
Jenna’s body sighed, either forgetting its lack of a head or breathing through her detached head wherever it was. This sigh caused Jenna's leg to shift ever so slightly, eliminating the distance between Lori’s fingertips and her outer right thigh. The headless body jolted at the surprise contact, causing Lori to yank her hand back like she’d touched a hot stove. The longest five or six seconds Lori ever experienced passed, her breathing and heartbeat halting in case Jenna felt their vibrations through the water. It didn't appear she could, as Jenna blindly skimmed the pool's surface with her right foot in search of her mystery feeler, until her cute if water wrinkled foot with its plump toes came in contact with the smaller of Lori's slightly lopsided breasts.
Jenna’s neck stump twitched, her shoulders shifting ever so slightly, and Lori intuited that Jenna’s head would be cocked to one side, were it present. The probing foot felt its way around Lori’s her chest, shoulders, neck, and eventually her toes came to rest on her chin, drumming gently against it. Without a face to read, Lori had no idea if this gesture signaled contemplation, boredom, or was meant to entice her. She'd have to make a gamble, and live with the consequences.
“Oh, fuck off.” Lori ordered Kim, grabbing Jenna’s ankle and shoving all five of her toes into her gaping maw and gnawing on the squirming digits. As much as it pained her to admit it, Kim was right. She’d sooner shoot herself than pass up an opportunity like this.
Jenna’s body shook in silent laughter as Lori’s tongue slid between her toes, savoring the salty and chlorine-y flavor of her pool wrinkled flesh. Kim made up for Jenna's silence by laughing loud enough for two, though Lori only threw a quick middle finger in her general direction while continuing to nibble Jenna's toes. A moment later, she spat the foot out without letting go of her ankle, stepping forward and raising the body’s leg to kiss the side of her calf. In response, Jenna lifted her other leg and rested it on Lori’s shoulder, trapping her between the headless body’s legs. Lori grinned as she kissed her way up Jenna's right leg, its partner wrapping around her shoulder and pulling her deeper. As she reached Jenna's quivering inner thigh, Lori imagined the moans, grunts and whimpers of approval that her head must have been making somewhere. Lori had no idea whether she was a theatrically loud and passionate moaner, a blushy squeaky squealer, or a drooling dirty talker, but in a way, not knowing was more exciting. Her mind could choose whatever was hottest from moment to moment, and she could imagine the exact perfect sound as clear as day over the bustle of the party, Kim’s continued jeering, and the water trapped in her ears.
Jenna squeezed Lori’s head with her thighs twice, then spread her legs wide and her headless shoulders slumped as though looking down at Lori expectantly. Her message was clear, and Lori was happy to listen. Slicking her matted brown hair back and out of the way, Lori shoved her face into Jenna’s womanhood forcefully enough for the headless body to throw back its empty shoulders in a silent, shocked gasp. Giving the body no time to collect itself, Lori’s tongue dove deep and began explored with furious passion.
Lori could taste she was Jenna’s first tonight, and was at once happy to taste Jenna's full glory, without stale spit and lingering dick to tainting the flavor, but was simultaneously insulted on Jenna's behalf by the nerve of these philistines to ignore this beautiful body. Salty, savory, and with a hint of mango body wash, the flavor of clean womanhood burrowed its way into the most animal part of Lori’s brain and intoxicated the teetotaler. She rocked her head drunkenly against Jenna’s crotch, the body thrusting its hips into Lori’s face as every one of its muscles shook like a leaf. She leaned back, resting her weight on her hands as her core heaved and buckled. Lori was used to getting commands when she went down on someone, instructions on where to target or how fast to go, or at least some moaned curses letting her know what worked, but with no voice to guide her, Lori was forced to improvise. She closed her eyes, focusing on the movements of Jenna’s body, trying to figure out what provoked the most animated response and adjust accordingly.
This paradoxically proved both easy and hard, for Jenna seemed to enjoy everything. When Lori’s tongue dove low and deep, Jenna shook gleefully. Wiggling her head clockwise so that the tip of her nose rubbed Jenna’s clit, Jenna kicked the water delightedly. When she withdrew her tongue and kissed Jenna’s labia with puckered lips, Jenna firmly returned the kiss. Gently nibbling on Jenna’s folds, something that half of the (two total) women Lori had had sex with had hated, made Jenna's feet dig into Lori’s sides in a silent demand for more. Either Lori was secretly some sort of sex goddess, or Jenna’s long wait had made her very easygoing about her partners’ skill. Lori was starting to understand the appeal of Jenna’s kink, being a bit picky and hard to please herself. When all you could do was sit back and await satisfaction, you’d be a lot easier to please when someone finally came around to give it to you.
Lori felt like she’d just finished warming up when Jenna finished fully, her thighs locking Lori's head in place and squeezing hard enough to threaten her oxygen supply. Lori tasted a generally familiar but uniquely “Jenna” flavor of wetness, vaginal secretions, and urine, as the body unexpectedly and dramatically squirted, leaving Lori gasping for air in the vise-like grip of Jenna’s thighs. She licked and gnawed on Jenna’s burning red folds until stars sparkled in her closed eyelids, either forgetting that she needed oxygen to live or deciding that this was probably the best death she was going to get.
Sensing that she was about to suffocate her partner and needing a breather of her own, Jenna released Lori after a second, smaller orgasm, her thighs snapping open and sending the smaller woman splashing down into the warm water before she could recover. Lori scrambled to the surface and fought to catch her breath as she watched Jenna’s headless body bask in the afterglow, relaxing and slumping onto its back with splayed arms, limply dangling legs, and a chest and stomach which swelled and fell deeply.
Lori laughed to herself, imagining Jenna’s face. She’d never seen it, but she was certain she had her tongue lolled out like a panting bitch, with a goofy cross eyed stare to match. She’d never seen a person with 3 dimmensions made such an expression, not without a camera crew around and a paycheck waiting, but her mind’s eye was certain that that’s exactly what Jenna’s face was doing. Magic really was a magical thing.
“So, are you happy I dragged you out tonight?” Kim smugly asked, reminding Lori that they didn't exist in a vacuum and there was in fact an entire world around her.
Lori groaned, this time with much more sarcasm than frustration, and answered with a grin “If I said yes, would you ever let me hear the end of it?”
“I will never mention it, so long as you said it into the camera.” She said.
Color, joy, and life itself drained from Lori’s face. Her head whipped around to face Kim, and saw the Korean was no longer alone. She’d been so lost in Jenna’s muff that she hadn’t even realized that her show had attracted an audience of four guys, one of them half clothed and holding up a his cell phone to record Lori’s antics. She didn’t know how much of it they’d seen, how much had been recorded, but judging by their visible excitement, it'd been enough.
Lori gulped, debating whether she should drown herself in embarrassment, offer the guy a ludicrous sum of money to break his phone over his knee and chuck the pieces into the pool, or drown Kim in embarrassment. As Lori pondered the practicality of a poolside murder-suicide, Jenna’s headless body suddenly lurched up like a cheap slasher villain and deposited itself in the pool. Caught off guard and with a lot of things on her mind, Lori gasped and moved to prevent the blind woman from drowning, remembering only after putting her hand on Jenna’s headless shoulder that such a death was unlikely.
After a beat, Jenna grabbed Lori’s hips firmly and slowly sank, lowering herself to her knees with the warm surface of the shallow water rippling over her just barely submerged stump. Lori heard one of the males behind Kim whistle, and realized that in the eyes of the camera it looked like she'd just pushed Jenna down to service her. She opened her mouth to say something, but as soon as her lips parted, Jenna’s right hand released her hip and slid down and around her thigh to the small patch of well groomed fuzz just above her womanhood, causing Lori to let out a humiliatingly loud gasp that she hastily tried to stifle by throwing a hand over her gaping mouth. Lori’s audience swelled to six guys, a male and female couple who’d swapped bodies for the evening, and one Kim, the crowd collectively laughing, cheering, and shouting encouragement. Lori’s blush was bright enough to be seen from low earth orbit, but as Jenna’s long, soft, practiced fingers began to drift south, grazing the outer folds of her wet (in several senses) pussy, she couldn’t force herself to break off and flee. She wanted this too much. Despite the unwanted audience, this...
was totally worth it.