Jay stood there, swaying slightly, clutching Jessica’s head under her arm like a football, her phone dangling in her other hand. The question lingered in the air—*Wanna see what her head can do?*—and Richard’s drunk mind churned, caught between feigning ignorance and diving headfirst into the filthy temptation she dangled. His cock throbbed painfully in his cargo shorts, precum soaking through, and he knew playing dumb was pointless. But the word incest flickered in his foggy brain, a weak warning he didn’t want to heed—didn’t dare heed—lest he scare her off and kill the electric buzz crackling between them.

She stumbled toward the bedroom, Jessica’s head bobbing with each uneven step, her thick ass jiggling in those blue yoga shorts. Richard lurched after her, tripping over his own feet, the liquor sloshing in his gut as his erection strained harder. When they reached the room, he collapsed onto the bottom bunk—Jessica’s bed—legs splayed wide, his nerdy anime tee sticking to his sweaty chest. Jay set the head on the floor beside her and crawled forward, her tits bouncing under the black tee, nipples stiff against the fabric. Richard’s breath hitched, expecting her to climb between his thighs, but she ducked under the bed instead, dragging out her college suitcase with a grunt.

She unzipped it, rummaging clumsily, and pulled out a lifelike dildo—13 inches of veiny silicone, complete with fake balls, glistening under the dim bedroom light. Richard’s jaw dropped, his cock twitching as she typed, giggling silently: Jess’s fave toy. Keep it secret lol. She shoved the suitcase back and stayed on her knees, cradling Jessica’s head like a doll. With a slow, deliberate push, she opened those full, glossy lips and slid the dildo inside. Richard watched, stunned, as the head’s vacant face swallowed it inch by inch, no gag, no resistance—just a smooth, relentless descent until the fake balls pressed against her chin. Jay pulled it out with a wet pop, texting: Crazy right?

He couldn’t speak, his erection blatant now, tenting his shorts obscenely. She set the dildo on the bed beside him, its slick length taunting him, and typed slowly, showing him the screen: So… wanna give it a test drive lol? His mind exploded—shock, lust, and booze drowning out any shred of restraint. He nodded, mute and desperate, his glasses fogging as Jay’s body shook with silent laughter. She dropped the phone and head, her hands fumbling at his shorts, yanking them down with his stained boxers in one sloppy tug. His cock sprang free, 12 inches of pulsing heat, precum dripping down the shaft. Jay snatched her phone, typing: Wow Richie, 12 inches? Impressive.

She grabbed Jessica’s head again, lifting it with both hands, and hovered it over his lap. Richard’s breath caught as she lowered it, those soft, warm lips brushing his tip. “Fuck—” he gasped, hips jerking as she impaled the head on his cock. It slid in smooth and tight, her mouth stretching around him, taking him deeper than he’d ever dreamed. Jay pushed down slowly, her headless body leaning in, until Jessica’s nose pressed into his pubic hair, his entire length buried in her throat. He groaned, loud and raw, staring at her blank, beautiful face—lips stretched wide, eyes unfocused, throat bulging with the shape of him.

Jay started moving the head, slow at first, dragging those lips up and down his shaft, spit slicking him as the wet gluck-gluck filled the room. Richard’s hands gripped the sheets, his head spinning, pleasure spiking with every thrust. She sped up, jackhammering the head faster, slamming it down until her nose smashed into his crotch, his balls slapping her chin. “Oh—shit—Jay—” he moaned, watching her throat swell, the outline of his cock obscene and mesmerizing. She twisted the head slightly, angling it so he hit deeper, the suction relentless, no gag to stop her.

His balls tightened, the pressure unbearable, and Jay sensed it—her headless body tense with anticipation. As he choked out, “I’m—fuck—I’m cumming,” she slammed the head down hard, burying him to the hilt. Richard’s vision whited out, a guttural groan ripping from his throat as he erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting straight down her throat. Jessica’s head swallowed reflexively, gulping it down, her lips sealed tight around his base. He bucked, dazed and shuddering, as Jay held her there, milking every drop until he was spent.

She pulled the head off slowly, a thick string of spit and cum stretching from her lips to his cock before snapping. Jay climbed onto the bed beside him, cradling the head, and typed: Wow, you lasted longer than most guys Jess blew. Richard collapsed back, chest heaving, the room spinning as the booze and bliss fogged his mind. He fumbled his shorts up, zipping them with shaky hands, and mumbled a slurred, “Thanks,” before flopping next to her. Sleep crashed over him, heavy and instant, Jay’s warm, headless body pressed against his side, Jessica’s cum-slick head resting between them.