The Head of A Grown Man

The Head of A Grown Man

It really wasn't a big deal – she told herself when he called her work to confirm their plans. He put the phone down and said to his flatmate: “I did it, she's coming!” This was the first time they were going to have a foursome, so everyone was a little worried.

She bought some underwear on the way home. After a bath, she rubbed some cream into the skin all over her body – it had a heady, chocolatey aroma. He bought three bottles of wine. “I should have got four,” he thought to himself just as he was paying.

By the time she arrived, only two bottles were left. She entered the apartment with some hesitation. The two of them were sitting at the table and asked her to undress down to her undies. Her boyfriend, Zaid, was already naked, one leg folded over the other. She tried to make eye contact with him, but he kept avoiding her gaze. The other girl, Sofi, had a pair of massive breasts and was clearly already drunk. She looked down at Sofi's legs and thought “Nothing special there...”.

The man who had thus far acted the cocky one, now seemed flustered. Even so, he looked at her with painfully honest arousal. She sat down and he poured her a vodka shot. She downed it one and smiled.

“What now? How do we play this game?”

“You wanna watch or play?” Zaid asked.

“For now, I'll watch.”

The busty girl lit a cigarette and giggled:

“You're late... We started without ya.”

“Oh...”

She asked for a cigarette and once it was lit, Sofi dropped to her knees; she had very short legs which she waved about in a funny way just as she was busying herself with Zaid's cock. He closed his eyes and began moaning.

Kristin asked herself if she was feeling any pangs of jealousy. She wasn't. Neither was she feeling aroused. Her throat tightened and her chest turned red. She put her hand upon her breasts – it was icy cold. She looked at the other man, the initiator – he was staring down at his boxers. “You got a problem?” she laughed. “Temporary,” he said, opening a beer. The other two were having a real ball. All the sucking and groaning was taking place under the bright kitchen lights. Zaid was trying, eyes still closed, to unbutton the girl's brassiere. Once he managed it, everyone stared at her huge bosom, hanging down to the floor as she bent over Zaid, busy doing something which was clearly giving her pleasure. Kristin knew her man's face and could always tell when he was close to coming – even though he was acting as if he were experiencing throes of delight, he was a long way from orgasm. Without giving it much thought, she walked up to him and began massaging his shoulders to loosen him up. That was when he came.

“Stop it!” he barked and smiled delightfully.

The girls went back to their chairs. Another round of drinks was poured.

“So what now?” Kristin asked once they stopped joking about a balding lecturer who wore a toupee. The flatmate once again asked if she was watching or playing...

“Watching,” she repeated.

He stood up and bent his girlfriend over the table, moving the empty glasses aside, kissing her rotund belly, then took of their underwear and penetrated her. They fucked without showing any real passion or joy.

Kristin got up to turn the music up. The other two did not kiss, something which surprised her – they kept bumping into each other to a rhythm Kristin was tapping her toes to. The girl's short legs, raised up high, formed the shape of a letter A.

Zaid stood over them, bending over to be able to observe their nether regions. The whole thing lasted a few minutes, and once it was over Sofi vanished in the bathroom for a long while.

The three of them sat and talked about a video-art exhibition that no one seemed to enjoy much. They laughed when someone said they could put on a better performance. The girl returned wearing a toweling bathrobe, poured herself some wine and bent over Kristin, kissing and then asking her if she could let her hair down – to wish Kristin agreed. A moment later, Sofi took off her bra and Kristin felt the men staring at her body, so she closed her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. Sofi began kissing her breasts which pleased them both. A moment later, the men lost interest in watching this and poured themselves another round of vodka, the girls laughing and asking for top ups too. An awkward silence followed...

Kristin's boyfriend leaned across the table to kiss and tell her: “Thank you for being here”. She did not answer. A moment later, Zaid was returning Sofi the favor of pleasuring her with his mouth. Kristin watched and felt repulsed.

She suddenly had the impression that she was a gazelle. The sense of danger was passing through her and she felt cold, wanting to hide under the table. She didn't know why she kissed the other man. The kiss wasn't too bad, and they got up, kissing and touching each other, just as the other two started fucking on the table. Kristin tried to pull away, but he shoved his tongue further and further into her mouth, holding her head in his hands. She couldn't stand the tension – she pulled free and vanished in the bathroom, and once she was back, she saw the other three pleasuring each other. The two boys were clearly cagey around one another. Kristin burst out laughing when Zaid screamed as the other man shoved his cock in his ass. They fucked mechanically, their faces contorted in grimaces. She put her hand over her mouth, watching Zaid with fascination, giggling to herself from time to time. Sofi sat on the table cross-legged, pleasuring both men at the same time. Kristin no longer knew who was inside whom, bending her head to have a better look, thinking to herself “So this is what an orgy looks like...”.

Feeling tired of the excess of emotions, she poured herself some wine just as Zaid grabbed her by the hand with an encouraging gesture. She lay back on the table – he pulled her panties off and they made feverish love, though she felt it was mostly for show – the other two sitting back on their chairs, watching. Once they were done, she lay back on her elbows, stripped naked and feeling like a piece of meat the other three were about to grab forks and consume. She grabbed a glass and leaned her head so it was hanging off the table. Kristin opened her eyes as the other man kissed her, then turned onto her tummy and resting on her elbows kept on kissing him. Her man had vanished somewhere with Sofi, while the other man waved his penis in front of her face, clearly suggesting something happen, though she pretended she did not get the gist. He grabbed Kristin's hands and sat her up on the table.

“I gotta get inside you right now, I just gotta,” he kept on repeating.

She nodded as he kissed her thighs and slid his fingers inside her, then she moaned, her body tensing like a trampoline. He licked her pussy and she kept moaning, pulling at his head. “No, no...” she kept on whispering, but he kept on licking and licking until her head began spinning, experiencing sensations she couldn't ever remember feeling before. He lifted her legs and something odd happened then: she felt his nose entering her, following by a sharp jolt of pain. The ecstasy gone, she looked down between her legs, bent her head like a hen, hearing a scream from deep inside of herself. His whole head was now lodged inside her.

For a while, he kept waving his legs about, then threw them down to the floor and stopped moving. She stroked his back, though she felt like striking him and for a good half an hour she tried to force him out of her, to give birth. She screamed, but not too loud, so as not to attract the other two. She picked the body up in her arms, bending backwards, her spine arched. Pain came in waves, she wept once, biting her lip and howling inside of herself. She had the impression she could hear an echo, which must have been him howling too.

Once it was over, she felt hurt and soaked in sweat all over. He was as bald as a newborn babe. Wet with her discharge. She bent down, her legs still splayed open, then looked inside herself to make sure nothing of him was left in there. She looked within herself, delighted with the power contained within the female body. She remembered once being amazed to find a tampon fit inside her without a problem. The same as she couldn't stop being amazed to find her first boyfriend entering her all the way in and still feeling there was room for more. And now a whole head! A grown man's head all the way in!

The wine was finished, so Kristin poured herself some vodka, drank it down and then poured another round. She turned him over on his back, his face pale and calm, the eyes shut, but the erection was still there, all purple. She checked his pulse, but couldn't work out if he was still breathing. She dressed in the hallway, then looked into the bedroom. Zaid was sleeping, wrapped in Sofi, and she could tell by the sound of his snoring that he was very drunk.

She called a cab and ran down the stairs.

“A grown man's whole head!” she said proudly, getting into the car.