After the movie, Sara and I have dinner at a nice restaurant and head back home. After today’s events we’re too exhausted to do much else, and go to bed early after watching some videos together.
We wake up with the sun blasting into the room, having forgotten to close our blackout curtains last night. I get up to start coffee, and Sara says sleepily “Do I have to get up now? It’s so bright but I’m still tired..”
“I think we can take care of that pretty easily - one sec.“ I grab one of the sticky signal blocking discs from the nightstand and bring it over to her, peeling the backing off. “Try this, you won’t be seeing the sun with one of these stuck on.”
Sara removes her head, and sticks the small disc on top of her body’s neck stump over where her spine ends. Her eyes close and she lays back down, this time cuddling her head in her arms. I head into the kitchen to get started on the morning.
Sara wakes up a little while later, feeling rested enough to function. She is momentarily confused, having no sight or hearing, then remembers that the warm fluffy thing in her arms is her own head.
She rolls onto her back and sets her head on her chest, using her now sharpened sense of touch to explore her disconnected head. She feels along the now short and poofy hair, fresh from the salon and looking great. She thinks to herself “Miss Head, your haircut is really cute!” She runs her hand along her cheeks, noticing from a new perspective how soft and nice they are. She squeezes her cheeks a bit, imagining the cute expression her silent partner has. As her fingers reach her chin, she lightly rubs her thumb along her lips and notes that she probably should be more diligent with the lip balm - they’re a little dry.
As she does this, she notices her lips twitch slightly. “That’s strange, I’m disconnected so why...?” She investigates further by pushing the tip of her thumb farther into her mouth, slightly propping her teeth apart as she touches her idle tongue. Sarah startles when her head responds by slowly and gently sliding its tongue along the tip of her thumb, its lips slightly closing in.
Now curious, Sarah sticks her thumb farther into her mouth, and her tongue continues to slowly caress it. Her lips and tongue continue to gently act on instinct, slowly licking and sucking as Sara is both excited and confused by the development. She takes hold of her tongue and pulls on it, sliding it out of her mouth. Her head responds by attempting to lick her fingers, and she allows it to do so, it’s mindless ministrations giving her even more ideas.
“Miss Head, we will have to show you off to our boy in the kitchen...” Sara thinks to herself, picking up her head, exiting the bed and carefully walking down the hall.
I’m currently in the process of mixing up a batch of pancake batter, and I’m pleased to see Sara walk into my view holding onto her head, with the little black circle on her neck keeping her separated still. Her head is currently held out in front of her, its mouth partially open and tongue sticking out a tiny bit beyond her lips..
She sets her head on the table, then signs “You have to check this out, my head was trying to do stuff on its own.” I pick up her head and examine it, and it’s the same unmoving expressionless face whenever she’s disconnected. She signs at me “stick your finger in my mouth, it’s weird.” I hesitantly do so, and her otherwise unresponsive head starts to slowly swirl its tongue around my finger tip.
“Oh wow, so you're not doing this? That’s new - I can’t really complain though..” I say, forgetting that Sara can’t hear me right now. I walk over to her, her head in my arm. I touch her hand to get her attention. She takes mine, and I fingerspell “That’s weird, can you feel it? Her neck turns side to side in a “no” gesture, and she says “uh uh”.
She stands there for a second thinking, and signs to me “I have an idea. I’m going to head out to the patio and catch some fresh air and some sun. I’ll leave Miss Head with you for a while. You have my permission to use her however you want. I’m sure she won’t mind, you can even ask her yourself!” She quickly turns and walks down to the patio, her hand sliding along the wall to guide her way there.
I take her head into my hands and say “Miss Head, huh? She’s giving me permission to have some fun with you, any objections? Obviously, her disconnected head is silent. I abandon the breakfast plans for now and head over to the couch. I bring her head up to mine, and carefully try a kiss. Although slow and mindless, her head‘s muscle memory does a pretty good job of trying to kiss me back. I pull her away, and say to myself “interesting…”. I try the finger trick again, and Sara’s tongue responds again, this time slightly more actively. I untie my bathrobe, and decide to try something new.
I decide to see if her head will work with something larger, and carefully open her mouth more. It stays open, allowing me to carefully insert the head of my half-hard cock; greeted by the same slow licking and twirling of her tongue. While that’s really nice and does a good job getting me the rest of the way to erect, after gently sliding a few inches of my cock in and out of her mouth curiosity gets the best of me.
I pull her off me, and turn her head over to look at the underside. I tentatively run my finger along the hole in the bottom of her neck, feeling the wetness and warmth. I line my cock up with the as-of-yesterday new hole, and her tight throat stretches slightly as I enter. By instinct, her neck tilts back a few degrees, giving me a better angle to thrust into her mouth from behind. Her throat starts an automatic and rhythmic swallowing, which feels amazing as I slowly but steadily increase the depth, moving her head up and down. A few inches in I hit the back of her tongue, which also begins to move on it’s own again.
As I pull her deeper her jaw opens up more, apparently Miss Head’s autopilot also is careful of her teeth. By the time I hilt myself on the back of her neck, my cock head sticks out of her mouth a few inches. I take my phone out of my pocket and snap a photo, in case Sara is curious what happened while she was gone. As I speed up my strokes quickly I feel myself approaching my limit, and apparently Miss Head figures it out as well, closing her lips and swallowing while swirling her tongue around my cock head.
I come forcefully into her mouth, and Miss head manages to keep it contained within. I quickly realize that I'm going to create a mess if I pull out right here in the living room; so quickly and carefully I walk over to the kitchen sink, her head still awkwardly attached to me by my rapidly softening dick. I remove myself from the equation, and turn Sara’s head upright over the sink, her swallowing reflex draining the mess from her mouth and into the drain. I grab some paper towels and clean myself and her up as best as I can, and send a text to Sara saying that I’m all finished and am working on breakfast again. I set her head back on the table for when she’s back inside.
A few minutes later, as I’m flipping the first batch of pancakes out of the pan, I hear Sara walking in from outside. She carefully makes her way back to the kitchen by touch and counting her steps. Once she’s in the kitchen, she removes the blocking disc from her neck and I see her eyes open. She has a slightly sour expression on her face, sitting on the table facing me. She reattaches her head and walks over to the counter, grabbing the maple syrup. She takes a swig of it to clear out the taste and asks me “So how was I? My throat feels sorta weird and I could taste your cum, so I must have been pretty good..”
“I would rate Miss Head’s performance as ‘exceeds expectations, though she could try to be more of an enthusiastic team player. Her dedication to the job and lack of complaints were noted in her review. I took a photo…” I pull out my phone and show Sara the photo I took.
“Ha, that’s awesome!” I figured you would go for it, we’ll have to try that again when I’m able to participate!”
“That would be even better, tonight we’ll have to give it a shot - I have an idea I think you’d like.” I say, as I get going again on making breakfast.
“Tonight? How about after breakfast?” Sara asks.
“I think I need some time to recharge, so if we can find some time this afternoon we should be able to experiment some more.” I say, trying to finish up breakfast while now not focused on the task at all.
“I’ll clear out my schedule this afternoon.” She pretends to write on her hand. “1:00PM - 2:30PM: Horny Time. Noted.”
“An hour and a half? That’s ambitious but I’ll give it a shot. Anyways, breakfast is ready.” I plate up the food and bring two plates over to the table loaded up with a solid Saturday brunch, and we dig in.”
Sara looks through her phone while we eat, and seems to have found something. “Apparently the whole ‘head doing it’s own thing’ - thing isn’t totally unknown. I guess it’s some kind of instinct with whatever’s left over in there when us body types separate. Head types get it too, their body can maintain its position and react in a limited way too when disconnected. They didn’t really cover that in my class, and I guess most people really never disconnect, at least not on purpose.”
“Oh, cool - I was wondering if for a sec they got it wrong and you might actually be a double, or middle, or whatever that sales lady yesterday mentioned.”
“Nope, I’m pretty special but not evening news special.” Sara says just before taking a bite. “Also, these pancakes are fantastic!”
Eventually we wrap up breakfast, take care of the dishes, and hang out on the couch. Sara is looking at her phone with great intent, and I ask what’s so interesting.
“I’m checking out all the new sex positions we shoud try now that I’m in two pieces. Some of these are pretty creative, I think I’m going to need to work on my flexibility though.”
She turns her phone around and shows me one of them. I remark “Oh yeah, I was thinking of that. I didn’t think about it upside down though…”
After looking at a couple more, Sara says “You know, I should really call my sister, maybe have her over. I know she wants to get split soon, and she’ll want to hear about my experience. I also should give her Vicki’s contact info so she can get it done.”
I reply “Aren’t your parents totally against it though?”
“Well yeah, but she heads out for college this fall and she’ll be moving into an apartment in a week or two, so they won’t really be able to keep her from doing it. Besides, maybe they’ll change their mind when they find out I already did it and had no issues.”
“Yeah, I’m not really looking forward to that conversation with them; they are usually pretty cool in general though so maybe it’ll be fine.”
“I think they just watch too much evening news - people have been getting it done for a long time without crazy stuff happening, so why’s it a problem? I think when I talk to them they’ll be ok with it pretty quickly.” Sara says, and as soon as she finishes her sentence her phone’s alarm goes off. “Yeah! Horny Time! Do that thing you did earlier, only this time I’ll be there too! My body will be in the bedroom!” She enthusiastically yanks off her head, setting it on the couch next to me; her body gets up and walks into the bedroom and closes the door.
I look over at Sara’s head sitting sideways on the couch, and she looks into my eyes, licks her lips and opens her mouth. She hangs her tongue out in an obvious invitation. I pull out my phone and put the camera in selfie mode, setting it on the coffee table so she can see herself getting impaled, and we’ll have a recording for posterity. I pick her helpless head up and assist her in licking her way up my member and sucking the first few inches. I decide to go for it right away, and rotate her around and upside down. I put my thumb in the hole in the underside and guide her in tilting her neck back for easier access. When I substitute my thumb with my cock, from the selfie camera we both see her eyes roll back as her throat is stretched from behind.
I work my way deeper, this time much more quickly as she’s able to participate and is clearly really turned on. I also suspect that she’s also having some solo fun in the bedroom at the same time. Her tongue does things I didn’t know were possible until now, and she’s able to anticipate my moves to make the experience even better. “Goddamn Sara, that’s incredible” I tell her, and she seems even more turned on. As I get close I decide on the spot to see what her body’s doing, and although walking with her attached to me is probably pretty disorienting it’s a short trip.
Her body is currently laying on her back in bed, and she is actively fucking her throat with a toy from our collection while also tending to me and fingering herself with her other hand. “Nice job multitasking, now how about we try out one of those positions you showed me?” I say, although she’s not really in a position to disagree so her only response is a moan.
I get on the bed, her head still working me over as best as she can, and spread her legs. I push her head closer to me and the first few inches of my member slide out of her upside-down mouth. Apparently she gets the message, and I thrust into her pussy as far as I can. Her tongue takes charge of licking and rubbing her own clit as I fuck through her and into her body while she’s still ramming a toy down her throat, and the combination is overwhelming.
Neither of us last long, and I suspect she came half a dozen times in a row before I did. I pull out quickly, and Sara’s now unsupported head rolls to the foot of the bed while she attempts to catch her breath. While she’s still overwhelmed, I notice she left the toy in her throat and probably doesn’t have the wherewithal to remove it for now. She’s still able to breathe normally, so not an issue, but I decide to remove it for her. She moans again when I slide it out, and her entire body twitches in an aftershock.
We regain our composure, and Sara reattaches her head, but we aren’t really ready to chat yet. We hold hands, lying on the bed and enjoying the next few minutes together.
I ask her, “Soooo… how many other positions are in that book of yours?”