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Happy “ no nut “ Friday . Hopefully that’s working out for those of you taking the worst idea for a challenge ever !!

I need to cummm daily !! I can’t function till I get off each morning!!! So you won’t ever see me doing any noooo nuts and for those of you not taking that challenge I need someone to nut in my panties while I pull the front out soo can feel warm cum all day at the gym and work.

Anyone doing no nut November?? How’s that working out ??? Oops my bad.

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Amelia, the apartment’s resident girl-stud, is feeling confident about her No Nut November chances! she’s hitting the gym to blow off steam, relaxing with her friends, and definitely doesn’t have an obvious complex about her dick size not being enough that Stacy can easily exploit to awaken new, shameful feelings in Amelia…~

phew! honestly, i’d like to have gotten this chapter out a few days earlier, but pacing out the shifts in perspective (something i’ve never really done before, but is probably gonna be very important for this story) was more of a pain than i expected! i hope you all enjoyed, and that i can get chapter 3 out soon! <3

Amelia groaned as she settled back on the couch, dumping her gym bag on the floor. She, Luna, and Isaac were all gathered in their apartment’s living room, unwinding after a day of college. Amelia wiped the sweat from her brow, before spreading her arms along the back of the couch, and crossing her legs. She’d been out later than her two roommates, hitting the gym to try and blow off some steam. The session had been so brutal that she hadn’t even bothered to get showered and changed, staggering home in just her sports bra and shorts. It had been necessary, though. She had to de-stress somehow, after all…

Isaac and Luna looked like they were taking a more distraction-based approach to the problem. Isaac’s Switch was bleeping and blooping away from the armchair he was sat in, and Luna had her headphones in, playing on her phone while lying on the other couch. Amelia told herself that they were all coping just fine. Five days into No Nut November, and the three of them all had their systems worked out. It was barely even affecting them!

But… well… she would never admit it to anyone else, but every moment while Amelia had been working out, she had been more aware than ever of the thick, heavy weight of the eleven inches of girthy girlmeat between her legs! Just feeling her cock swaying back and forth had been enough to make it jump a little, and now that she was back home, she was fighting a serious urge to just go to her room and fuck her fist…

This wasn’t helped by Isaac being, well, Isaac. Amelia had always strongly suspected that he had a crush on her, but he was usually at least a little bit subtle about it. But now, every time Amelia shifted, or recrossed her legs, or stretched and showed a little musky, sweaty armpit, a “game over’’ jingle would play, as the shy, distractable cutie snuck a glance at her. Amelia had always loved to show off, and such obvious perving was really getting to her. She was really trying not to do it on purpose, but it felt sooo good to make other people stare…

And then there was Luna. Amelia couldn’t make out exactly what was playing on her phone, but her headphones were turned up pretty high, and the tinny, exaggerated moans were very obvious. If there was any doubt left about what she was watching, the thick, twitching outline in her sweatpants dispelled it utterly. In fact, there was an obvious, heavy stain spreading in the fabric…

Hmph!  

Amelia crossed her arms, and averted her gaze. Not that she was going to look at that disgusting thing, obviously. She’d had more than enough of that already. Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to put it out of her mind, but she couldn’t help thinking back to a few months prior… when she had accidentally walked in on Luna. She had stood, hand on mouth, shocked as she watched her moody, shut-in roommate throwing her head back in pure ecstasy, poundingher fleshlight, headphones in and watching hentai on her laptop! This would have been bad enough, but…

Even from a distance, Amelia could see that the length of dick being pulled out of the fleshlight had been much bigger than she had expected. A shut-in like Luna, she had always reasoned, probably had a tiny little pindick! Unlike Amelia, who carried herself with the confidence of someone who knew that she could totally knock up your girlfriend with her massive cock if she wanted to, Luna was much more introverted. In Amelia-land, this made sense; your level of confidence mapped proportionally to your cock size, obviously!

Instead… well, Amelia didn’t have any hard figures, so she still tried to tell herself it had been a trick of the light. That her nerdy, virgin roommate didn’t have a drooling, uncut pillar of bitchmeatthat made Amelia’s cock look mediocre, bordering on small, by comparison.

She definitely tried not to think about the fact that Luna’s fleshlight had been a XXXL Slutbreakerbrand…

Anyway, Amelia never thought about that. Ever. And to prove that it didn’t bother her that she wasn’t rocking the biggest dick in the apartment, she uncrossed her legs, and deliberately spread them, smirking to herself as she heard Isaac gasp at the sight of the obvious bulge in her shorts. She didn’t look at him, instead closing her eyes and pretending she didn’t know what she was doing.

In short, between Isaac’s simping, Amelia’s need to show off, and Luna’s inability to hide her oversized dick, just a few days of denial had left the tension in the apartment thick enough to cut with a knife.

And then Stacy walked in.

Amelia must have been out when the other girl had left the apartment, because she would absolutely have remembered seeing her. Despite the chilly autumn weather, the apartment complex was warm enough that Stacy was looking perfectly relaxed in an undersized vest and panties, carrying a long package under her arm. Given the circumstances, Amelia was vaguely impressed with herself for even noticing the parcel.

“I’m baaack! Oh, hi Amelia, welcome home!” she smiled.

“H-hi Stacy,” Amelia just about spat the words out normally. Isaac and Luna were both flushed bright red, totally unable to even look at her. Amelia got it. Maintaining eye contact for as long as it took to say hello had been a real struggle.

The thing was, seeing Stacy wearing practically nothing around the apartment wasn’t anything new. Her Halloween costume from a few days prior had basically been a fetish outfit with a pointy hat and a cape. But… well, after a few days of nothing but frustrated edging, seeing her bare tummy, the puffy outline of her pussy in her black thong, and her nipples poking through the fabric of her vest hit a different note than it usually did.

Plus, like… there was a reason Amelia hadn’t done anything about Isaac’s obvious little crush on her. And that’s because she kinda wanted Stacy. I mean, what kind of self-respecting dickgirl stud wouldn’t be constantly fantasising about knocking up a girl like her? And at any rate, it just made sense! They were both fun, and outgoing, and totally compatible… but Stacy had never really made a move, and Amelia had always been distracted with easier pursuits. But this whole challenge was making her seriously rethink that…  

All that is to say that Amelia quickly crossed her legs again, in a vain attempt to hide the fact that just seeing Stacy had already gotten her half-hard! For a moment, she thought she’d noticed a smirk from Stacy… but the moment passed too quickly for Amelia to really tell.

“Well, I’ll see you three later, I have some studying to do,” Stacy seemed completely oblivious to the blushing, nervous wrecks her mere presence had reduced her roommates to. She hummed to herself as she headed to her room, leaving the door slightly ajar as Amelia, Luna, and Isaac each breathed a sigh of relief. Amelia looked over at Luna.

“You don’t think she like… knows, right?” she asked, in hushed tones. Luna shrugged unhelpfully, looking troubled, but not so much that she took out her headphones. Amelia turned to Isaac.

“You didn’t say anything right?”

“Uh-”

Whatever Isaac was about to say was interrupted by an extremely loud, exaggerated, borderline porny moan from Stacy’s room.

All three of them froze. Surely it hadn’t actually been-

“Ohhh, fuckkk…~”

Nope. It was real.

There was a moment of silent, group deliberation, which of course ended as soon as Amelia got to her feet, and her two shy friends were freed from the responsibility of having to deal with this horribly embarrassing situation.

“Ugh, this is s-so immature, what kind of a prank is that?” Amelia asked, to a pair of nods and mhm ’s that were, like her, trying to convince themselves that that was what was happening. Shaking a little, Amelia went over to Stacy’s door.

She’ll be stood right there, waiting to laugh at you for liking her stupid fake moans…  

Amelia reached out, pushed the door open… and her jaw dropped. In the middle of her pink, queen-sized bed, Stacy Smith was on her back, completely naked. Her blonde hair fanned out on the mattress behind her, completing the absurdly bimbo-y look. The vest and panties had been discarded in a pile next to the bed, along with a bunch of ripped up packaging, which, now that Amelia got a better look at it, was exactly the kind of inconspicuous design that just screamed ‘we offer discrete packaging on our products’. What had been inside this package before was now inside… well…

The size of it was absurd. Well over a foot of thick, rubbery pink plastic, and it was sinking into Stacy’s cunt easily . She was obviously soaked, drooling all over her sheets as she slammed the artificial cock into her pussy, and then dragged it out, inch by inch…

“Ggghhh… fuuuuck…”

——–

Stacy’s heart thundered as she heard the door creak. Fuck. She was really going to do this. Her new dildo had been the last thing that needed to arrive before she got started… everything else was prepared. She was ready to make this whole month unbearable for her roommates~

Fuuuck… someone was looking at her. One of them was looking right at her while she matedherself with this fat plastic dick! It was so exciting…

“Ggghhh… fuuuuck…”

The truth was, while Stacy was playing up her moans a little more than usual, getting stretched out by this fat plastic cock felt incredible… and having an audience made it so much better. Shaking, she slowed her movements, just a little, and looked over at the door. Whoever it was hadn’t come in yet, so it was probably Luna or Isaac, they were too shy to-

Huh.

That was strange. Stacy had been expecting Amelia to just come straight in if it were her, especially since she had all but given an open invitation to her roommates. Instead, she was just standing in the doorway, panting, completely dumbstruck.

Still. Stacy knew what she had to say. Amelia had always had a low-key crush on her, and Stacy certainly liked her back; it made sense after all, surely the biggest stud and the biggest slut in their little group would make a great couple? She could see it; all she had to do was moan Amelia’s name, and the poor girl would snap. The next thing she knew, she’d be locked in a mating press, getting that nasty, backed-up girl goo unloaded straight into her womb, the way everyone had always sort of expected them to…

But something about it didn’t feel right. She didn’t know what it was. Maybe she had picked up on the jealous little glances Amelia had sometimes thrown when she thought no-one was looking. Maybe she just knew her friend better than she knew herself. Maybe the way she was just standing there, staring, exposed a weakness that Stacy didn’t fully understand, but still knew she could exploit… and maybe she had on occasion, without even realising, followed Amelia’s jealous gaze, and found it resting on the weightthat you could sometimes see shifting in Luna’s pants. All of these little pieces were snowballing together, and as Stacy, panting, whining, pushed herself all the way up to the edge, she realised what she had to say. She rolled her hips, groaning as she worked herself up to breaking point, and looked over at Amelia, locking eyes with her.

“Fuck me harder, Luna~ ”

The look of shock, bordering on outrage on Amelia’s face was bad enough. But the fact that it made the larger girl shiver , her cheeks flushing red, with an obvious stain forming in her shorts as her crush moaned another girl’s name?

That was it. Stacy squealed as her dildo slammed up against her cervix, the sounds becoming so embarrassing that she couldn’t help clamping a hand over her mouth, while she squirted all over her sheets. Fuuuck. This was… incredible… this wasn’t the same kind of feeling she usually had when she came. Not that same kind of warm, pleasurable feeling she got from getting pinned down by a stud like Amelia. This was something sharper, more potent. A sick, sadistic thrill that ran through Stacy’s body, leaving her in a rictus of ecstasy as she rode out her orgasm.

Finally, with a sigh, she slumped on her bed. She was half-expecting Amelia to get on top of her, to take revenge for teasing her so badly… but when she looked up at the door again, it had been shut. She smirked to herself. That might be something to keep an eye on…~

——-

“Fuck me harder, Luna~ ”

Amelia was shocked. Stacy had always been a tease, but this was downright cruel! Awful! She was being totally… awful…

Stepping back, and pulling the door closed, Amelia took a few steps, unable to hear over the sound of her heart thundering in her ears, and those words, repeating over and over even as she heard Stacy crash into what sounded like an incredible orgasm. One that Amelia should have given her…

Isaac asked her something, but she didn’t really hear it. Amelia wordlessly walked past her roommates, went into her room, and shut the door.

That was… ugh! How could she say that? It was so… so…

Amelia glanced down, and let out a whine of despair. No. Nonono… how could that have made her… hard?

But there was no mistaking it. She had graduated from bulge to full-blown tent.

With shaking hands, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her running shorts, and tugged them down. She groaned at the sight of the line of thick precum connecting the end of her cock to a stain in her panties. Stupid fucking Stacy…

Amelia went over to her bed, sat down, and wrapped a hand around her cock. Whatever. If she wanted to play nasty, so would Amelia. One quick orgasm to clear her head, and then she’d go back in there, and teach her a lesson! She’d breed that dumb slut with her perfect stud dick-

“Hhhaaa!”

Fuuuuck… why was it so much more sensitive than usual? B-but that was just because she had been backed up for a few days, surely… That was why seeing Stacy fucking herself like that had gotten her so badly. The other girl could have said literally anything, and she’d still be like this!

Amelia started working her hand up and down, harder, faster. Fuck. She was gonna go back in there and pound Stacy’s dumb, slutty brains out. She obviously wanted it. Wanted her . How could she not? She was a stud! Amelia relaxed a little as she continued to jerk off, thinking back to all of her previous conquests. The girls fawning over her at the Halloween party, while Stacy had spent all evening striking out. Yeah. Stacy wanted her. She had to.

Amelia didn’t even care about No Nut November anymore. Fuck that. This was worth $50. She would cum once to get herself under control, and then go straight in there and show Stacy that she’d wasted her time getting a plastic dick when she had the real thing right in front of her.

But even as Amelia tried to hype herself up to go back in there, to show Stacy how a real woman fucks, she found her gaze drifting over to her bedside table. To the object she had stuffed behind it a few months prior, frustrated that it wasn’t tight enough for her to use…

The XXXL Slutbreaker fleshlight. The same model she’d bought after seeing Luna use one. The one she’d tossed away because it wasn’t tight enough for her… and which had barely been able to contain Luna’s cock.

Her breaths came quick and fast as she continued to pump, now with both hands, and with completely different thoughts coming to mind, unbidden, but thick and fast.

What if she’s had bigger? What if I’m not good enough for her? Is my dick even that good? Does she really like me, or is she just flirting? She was moaning about Luna, so… what if Stacy already knows she’s bigger than me?

And then, a new possibility occurred to Amelia. Ice gripped her heart, and at the same time,  a thick stream of precum  began drooling nonstop from the head of Amelia’s cock, coating the shaft as she continued to pump faster and faster.

What if they’re already fucking?

New images flooded in. Not memories, but fantasies. Stacy and Luna, kissing on that bed. Stacy moaning, and wrapping her legs around Luna’s chubby frame. Of the two of them sitting together, Stacy showing the normally moody girl the flirty texts Amelia was sending her, the two of them laughing at the idea that Stacy could ever settle for someone like Amelia, before they went to Stacy’s room to mate one another…

It was pathetic. It was totally unlike Amelia. And it wasso fucking hot . She groaned as she tried to ride the edge, desperate not to cum to those thoughts. She tried to turn her mind back to what she had been thinking about before, to what a stud she was… but every time she drove her way back to the edge, all she could think about was Stacy’s smirk, Luna’s cock, and the latter being draped over the former. She couldn’t cum to that.Wouldn’t. But she couldn’t cum to anything else either…

Four hours later, Amelia passed out. Sweating, panting, her hand coated in precum… and her cock still rock-hard as she drifted off into dreams of Stacy fucking other girls~

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A casual No Nut November challenge between three friends is completely derailed when their slutty roommate finds out, and begins discovering her sadistic side as she teases and tortures the three of them for an entire month! Can Isaac, Amelia, and Luna hold out against Stacy’s increasingly outrageous attempts tip them over the edge before the end of the month? Or will her obsession with torturing her roommates drive all four of them to depths of depravity that they never even imagined?~

a fun lil NNN story that i’ll be updating throughout the month!

this story is a sort of semi-followup/sequel to What Goes Bump in the Night, my Halloween story from this year!

however, i wanna stress that this story is standalone! while What Goes Bump in the Night is the best primer on the characters, imo, i’ve included all the necessary context for who they are, and what they’re doing for No Nut November in this first chapter. so whether you’ve read it or not, i hope you can enjoy it! <3

It was a cool, crisp November morning at Vihdale Central College when Isaac slipped away between classes, heading to the bathroom to fix his makeup. He sighed as he tried to fix his eyeliner in the smudged and dirty mirror, when he heard the door open behind him.

 “So. What were you all talking about last night?”

 Isaac froze. Fuck. He hadn’t seen her following him in… turning away from the mirror, he plastered a fake smile onto his face as best he could.

 “Uh, h-hi Stacy! You uh, know this is the guys’ toilet right?”

 Stacy Smith, one of his roommates, stood in the doorway, arms folded and smirking. She was wearing jeans and a pastel pink sweater that, despite being cut loose, was still pulled tight around her generously-sized chest. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a simple ponytail. She stepped towards Isaac, and he backed up a little, pressing his shapely butt against the sink as she loomed over him.

 “Oh, I know, I come in here a lot,” she smiled sweetly. Isaac flushed. He was technically a few inches taller than Stacy, but she’d decided to wear a set of particularly college-inappropriate heels today, so she was looking down on him. It was difficult not to feel trapped.

 “I… d-did you want something?” Isaac stammered, trying and failing to maintain eye contact. He was really trying his best, but, well… her tits were practically being shoved in his face. Isaac’s outfit today wasn’t that different to Stacy’s; his sweater was a bit tighter, dark red rather than pink, and he had sneakers on rather than heels, but both of them had taken similar measures against the Autumn chill. Isaac did his best to focus on the fashion choices, rather than whatever was underneath them…

 “Mmm… who said I want anything? Maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you… have a little chat, girl-on-girl, y’know? Maybe I could help you fix up that makeup,” Stacy smiled, and Isaac’s objections (both to the blatant lie about not wanting anything, and calling him a girl (ugh!)) died in his throat as she reached out and played with a strand of his dark, messy hair. He was vaguely aware that his mouth was hanging open, and that he was blushing.

 “St-Stacyyy…” he meant it to come out assertive, but all he could manage was a breathy little whine. Uuuggh… this was what always happened! Stacy didn’t seem to hear him, instead leaning in close, and whispering in his ear.

 “We’re aaaaall alone in here… we could do whateverwe liked, and nobody would know… maybe instead of helping you with that makeup, you’d like me to mess it up?~” she teased. Isaac shivered.

 “S-Stacy, stop it, I need to get back to class-”

 Before Isaac could even move, Stacy purposefully placed her hands on the sink to either side of him. No way out.

 “I’ll let you go… as soon as you tell me what you three were talking about last night,” she cooed. Isaac squirmed. This was how it always,      always    went with Stacy. Scratch that, it’s how it always went with any girls! He was cute and slender and liked playing around with makeup, so it was always “Heyy, could you lend me some lunch money?” that would never get paid back, or “Could you like, please do this homework for me? I’d super appreciate it, cutie!” from girls who didn’t even remember his name after it was done, or basically whenever Stacy wanted him to do anything, or, or…

 Isaac squeezed his eyes shut, and whined in frustration, while Stacy giggled. Both at his reaction, and as something cute, small, but unmistakably hardtwitched in Isaac’s jeans.

 Being gently teased and bullied just felt so goooood… and the kind of girls who liked to bully Isaac could smell weakness like that a mile away.

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phew! this chapter was kinda produced in a hurry, so i’m sorry if it’s not up to the usual standard. i think it’s baaasically fine(?) but still, stuff slips past when you’re working to a tight schedule. that’s probably gonna be a theme for this month; i’m notoriously slow and sporadic about posting, especially when it comes to lewd writing, so for this month i wanna challenge myself and work at a pace i’m not used to. that’s gonna be hard! especially because i’m quite busy irl right now. but still, i’m gonna try my best to make this story the best it can be, and get the chapters out on time! thank you very much for reading! <3

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A chance encounter in the gym showers gives Amelia the oppurtunity to try and reassert her dominant side… will she be able to get over her growing inferiority complex, and put Isaac in his place? Or is Stacy going to steal her cute femboy simp’s first time for herself?~

Amelia’s breath came quick and ragged as she worked her hand up and down her cock.

“Ngghh… fuck… I seriously can’t do this heeeere…”

The hot water from the showerhead sprayed against her pale, muscular back as she looked around desperately. Nothing but empty white tile all around… but Amelia knew that could change in a heartbeat.

After all, jerking off in the communal showers was veryrisky.

She had just come in to quickly wash herself down after her daily workout. They had gotten more and more intense over the past month, pushing her body to the limit in an effort to exhaust herself and avoid… well… this…

Amelia groaned as the weightof her backed-up sack ached between her legs. Fuck. If she’d known that going over three straight weeks without cumming would have been this hard she would never have suggested this stupid challenge!

She was leaning against the wall, legs spread wide as her ten inches of thick, gorgeous dick was pounded into her fist. All while the same thoughts she’d been trying to avoid all month haunted her…

 Fuck me harder, Luna~  

“Gggfffuuuck…” Amelia grunted as the familiar memory drove her all the way to the edge. This was totally unbearable… for weeks now, every time she finally gave in, and wrapped her hand around her cock, this was what happened!

That was why she was hammering her body every single day, coming home with her muscles aching, so exhausted that she could just collapse into bed… but today, as soon as she’d gotten in the shower, her cock had just been so needy…  

She glared down at it as she worked her hips. Stupid fucking cock. Putting all these disgusting thoughts in her head… distracting her while she was trying to work out… not e-even being big enough to compete with Luna!

 Luna…

 Amelia couldn’t stop it. In her mind’s eye, her friend sloped into the shower, her gloomy face split by a sadistic grin as water dripped from her naked body, her legs squeezed together.

“Just accept it… that cute little thing is never gonna measure up to this,” Luna walked right up to Amelia as she spoke, spreading her legs and letting every disgusting, bloated, beautiful inch of her uncut dick bob up. Amelia worked her hand faster and faster as it was draped over her own cock, gasping as the sheer size of it totally eclipsed her own meat… fuck, she was so close, it felt so good, she was gonna cummm-

“A-aahh!! Um, sorry, I-”

Amelia froze. Fuck. Fuck, she’d been so wrapped up in her fantasy that she hadn’t even noticed anyone else coming in! She covered her crotch with her hands, turning to apologise… and realised it was possibly the worst person it could have been.

Isaac stood in the doorway, cheeks flushed, and towel held against his narrow chest.

“Oh, u-uh, hi Amelia,” he stammered, eyes darting back and forth between staring right at his naked crush, and staring literally anywhere else.

“U-um, I just, spilled some paint on myself in class, and, um, I wanted to shower and like, um-”

Amelia’s heart thundered in her chest. Fuck. This was so humiliating. Getting caught like thisby one of her roommates… although at least it hadn’t been Stacy. If she found out-

The bottom dropped out of Amelia’s stomach as she realised something. Stacy absolutely would find out. There was no way Isaac would keep quiet about this to her. She’d get it out of him some way or another, he was just too soft and easily bullied to put up a fight!

The whole time that Amelia had been standing there, spiralling further and further, Isaac continued to babble away…

“… s-so I guess I understand why you’d be doing that, I mean y-you are pretty pent up, y-you’re probably like…” he bit his pink, glossy lip, and his gaze fell to her still-hard cock, barely hidden by her hand.

“P-probably desperate for release…”

Amelia realised with a start that she was being an idiot. This was it! All she had to do was pin down this cute little slutand pound his fucking brains out! She could finally cum without thinking about Luna, and it’d make sure all Isaac remembered about this little encounter was that it was the precursor to getting his ass gaped by her… after all, Amelia knew Isaac had a crush on her. He’d jump at the chance to get used as her personal fleshlight… he’d worship her like a fucking goddess. And Amelia could go back to feeling like the stud she was!

Amelia padded over to Isaac, her feet splashing against the smooth tile. His nervous babbling completely trailed off, and he was visibly shaking with excitement as Amelia (who overtopped him by a foot and change) loomed over him, smiling down at him with her teeth bared. There was a feeling inside her, something that she hadn’t even noticed until it was gone. Something aggressive and fierythat pushed her towards Isaac… Amelia realised it was the first time she’d felt that way since the Halloween party, flirting with all those dumb, giggling bimbos. It felt like years ago now…

Despite this outward confidence, and almost beginning to feel like her old self again, Amelia was shaking too. She was so close. All she had to do was reach out and pull that towel out of his hands…

A little voice in the back of her head. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Stacy’s.

You really think your cock is good enough to satisfy him? That cute little thing doesn’t deserve to have Isaac simping over it, just go home and jerk off while thinking about Luna breeding me again, that’s all it’s good for~  

Amelia let out a frustrated whine. All of a sudden, every shameful, pathetic edging session she’d had for the past few weeks was on her mind. That aggressive, predatory urge faded, and left her… anxious. Self-conscious. If Isaac had been looking at her face, he might have noticed the slide from cocky grin to a nervous whimper…

Without a word, she stepped around Isaac, and hurried to the changing rooms, grabbing her towel off the hook as she went. She told herself she wasn’t listening to that voice, that she hadn’t just run away because she was worried she couldn’t perform; she just didn’t feel like fucking Isaac when she wasn’t at her best! Yeah, that was it! Amelia kept telling herself that until she got home that night, and even as she locked herself in her room, and jerked off with her shorts around her ankles until she was finally exhausted enough to pass out…

 ——–

Only a few hours after Amelia had finally finished her brain-destroying edging session, Isaac was lying in bed, softly dozing, with a thin line of drool running onto his pink pillows… all while squirming, and giving the occasional, mumbled moan.

Isaac had suffered from increasingly lewd dreams as November had gone on. Abstract flashes of thick, soft butts, jiggling tits, and hard, drooling cocks ensured that he never woke up without a distressing case of sensitive morning wood. But after what had happened to him the day before, it was  farmore intense than usual.

“Hhaa… Amelia…” Isaac was back in the showers, pinned against the wall by his crush. Her tits were against his back, and that thick, gorgeouscock was being pushed between his thighs. He’d finally seen it yesterday, and it had been just as perfect as he’d always imagined it… pink mist tinged the tiled walls, and the spray of the showers felt light, almost as if nothing were there at all.

 Amelia leaned in close, and whispered something. Isaac couldn’t make out the words, but the intent behind them made him shiver, arching his back as he pushed himself closer to her body. She told him that what he needed was a good, hard fuck… that after this, he would be her cute little bottom-bitch girlfriend… she was in charge, and he just needed to be a good girl and do as he was told…

“Y-yes Amelia…” Isaac gasped. He was in heaven. This was everything he had ever wanted! But… something felt off… were Amelia’s boobs like… too big? She was shorter too, and her thighs, pressed against his, felt softer than the hard, muscular legs that he so often snuck glances at when Amelia was wearing shorts. These details compounded, and brought Isaac hazily into the waking world, where-

 “Mmm, morning Isaac,” Stacy purred in his ear. He was lying on his side in bed, and she was pressed right up against him… Isaac gasped as he realised that, while he was at least wearing a pair of cute little briefs and a vest, she was almost completely naked. He could feel her hard nipples against his back, and the feeling of her body against his made him shudder. But something still wasn’t right. She was as soft as he remembered her being in his dream, but… something was still pressing against his ass…

“I got a new toy, just for you,” Stacy answered the question before it had even crossed his lips, grinding whatever it was against Isaac’s butt.

“Why don’t you have a feel? I think you’ll like iiiit…”

Shaking with nerves, Isaac did just that, gasping as he ran his hand down Stacy’s body… and meeting something fat, plastic, and cock-shaped between her legs.

“Well? What do you think?” Stacy asked, although Isaac’s little whine of panic and excitement brought across his feelings rather succinctly.

“Stacyyy… you can’t j-just come into my bed, like this, it’s embarassingggg…” Isaac desperately tried to deflect from what he could definitely, obviously feel, pressing his thighs together in a futile attempt to hide the tent in his briefs.

“Aww, don’t worry sweetie…” Stacy slid an arm under Isaac, and shifted him so that he was lying on top of her. Isaac gasped as he practically sankinto the softness of her body… and at the way the thick, plastic cock slid easily between his plump cheeks. Stacy’s face was only a few inches from his own,

“There’s no need to be embarrassed at all! It’s perfectly natural to get like this when you’re all pent-up… and really, it’s partly my fault for being such a tease! So to make it up to you…” Stacy wrapped her legs around Isaac’s back, pressing the bulge in his briefs against her. Isaac whimpered.

“You keep thinking about whatever it was that’s gotten your cute little friend so hard… I won’t judge… let out whatever moans you want, whether you’re thinking about me, or maybe a “special someone”…” Isaac managed, somehow, to flush even more.

“Just think of me as your personal body pillow!” she giggled, before she leaned in, and pressed her plump lips against his cheek, almost certainly leaving a distinctive glossy, pink mark, while Isaac melted…

Still, there was a moment of hesitation as he squirmed. This was a bad idea. Stacy was so warm… and soft… and what if things… “escalated”? He didn’t wanna be the first one to lose… but…

“I-is it really ok…?” he whimpered. It wasn’t every day your busty, bimbo friend offered to let you use her as a masturbation aid, after all.

“Of course! On oooone little condition…” Stacy smirked.

“You have to tell me what that dream of yours was about~”

Isaac whined. Telling her would absolutely be a bad idea, but… fuck… she was so hottt… before he could even think about it, Stacy reached down, taking one of his hands by his small wrists, and placed it on her tits. Now that he could see them, Isaac realised that she was wearing something besides… well… the obvious; a pair of pink, heart-shaped pasties barely covered her nipples.

“Mmm, come on hon, don’t be shy… are they like you remember them? That was just a quick little grope… but now you can do whatever you like with them, as long as you tell me about that dream…”

Isaac swallowed thickly. The memory of actually getting to touch them on Halloween was burned pretty thoroughly into his memory forever, but that didn’t mean getting to sink his fingers into the soft flesh wasn’t still extremely hot…

Shit…

“W-well, I spilled a bunch of paint on myself in class yesterday, s-so I was going to use the college showers to make sure it was all off… a-and…  I… I walked in on Amelia in there after her workout… and… and… sh-she was jerking offfff…”

“Ohhh?” Stacy looked expectant.

“S-so I was dreaming about that, and in the dream… well… after that we… y’know…”

“I don’t know,” Stacy said, in the tone of voice of someone who absolutely did.

“She p-pinned me up against the wall and… actually that was when I woke up, but…”

Stacy rolled her hips, visibly enjoying Isaac’s reaction as the tip of her strap-on brushed against his cute little pucker.

“Gosh, what a dirty little fantasy, I didn’t realise what a pervert you were, Isaac,” she snickered.

“But one thing is bothering me… you said “in the dream” you were doing all that otherstuff… but what about the real deal?”

“W-well… nothing actually happened in reality,” Isaac flushed and looked off to the side.

“She just… m-made her excuses and rushed off…”

Isaac was expecting Stacy to be a little disappointed by this. As stories went, it was a little anticlimactic. Instead, when he looked back at her face, an absolutely wicked smile had split her features.

“So… she was aaaall pent-up, so bad that she was jerking off in a public place… and then a perfectfuckdoll like you just walks in on her, and she didn’t even try to come onto you? That doesn’t sound like Amelia at all, now does it?~”

If Isaac wasn’t half-asleep, fantasising about being somewhere completely different, and so hard that he could barely think, he might have noticed Stacy looking as if she was tucking that information away for later, or objected to the assertion that he was a “fuckdoll”. Instead, he was more focused on getting his “reward” for being honest…

“S-so that’s what I was dreaming about…”

Stacy giggled, her devilish smile melting into something softer and friendlier.

“Well… you can lie here for as loooong as you want, and keep using my body to get off, ok? Although…” she reached down, and took a thick, dark handful of Isaac’s wobbling ass.

“I might just do the same…” she giggled as she started squeezing Isaac’s butt, enjoying his embarrassed whines as she spread his cheeks apart… and slipped her strap-on right between them, so that the head now firmly pushed against his hole.

“W-whoa, wait a second!” Isaac gasped, but Stacy had him in a vice-like grip, not letting her prey move an inch.

 “What’s the matter, hon?” Stacy asked, sweetly. Isaac found it hard to break eye contact. There was something almost hypnotic about how she looked when she got like this…

“I-I’ve only ever done that with t-toys before…” he admitted shakily.

“I’m not a virgin or anything,” he added, quickly, before Stacy could make any kind of remark about it.

“But… I actually kinda wanted… m-my first time doing something like that to be with Amelia…”

“Awwwww!” Stacy pulled Isaac into a tight squeeze, briefly suffocating him between her tits. This was unfortunate, because it meant he couldn’t see the vicious glint in her eye.

“That’s so sweet! I honestly wouldn’t have guessed that someone as cute as youhas never actually taken it up the ass before…”

 “H-heyy…” Isaac gave a muffled complaint from between Stacy’s boobs.

 “But… well, it’s still a toy, right sweetie?” Stacy released Isaac, so she could look him in the eye.

 “It’s just a friend helping you to blow off some steam!”

 Isaac still hesitated, and Stacy smiled at him.

  “Just… think of it as training for when Amelia finally breedsyou, ok? Don’t you want to be the best fuckshe’s ever had? You can practice with me all you liiiike~”

 Isaac’s lip trembled. He really shouldn’t… there was noway that letting a teasing, sadistic bitch like Stacy fuck him was going to end well! But… it wouldn’t go too far, right? Like she said… she was just helping him to blow off steam…

 ——–

Half an hour later, Isaac was flat on his back, and helplessly locked in a mating press by Stacy.

 “Ffuuck!! P-please, I c-can’t take any more…” he gasped, as she continued to savagely smackher hips against Isaac’s fat ass.

“God… god you’re so fucking cute,” Stacy growled, pulling him in for another hard kiss, leaving yet another lipgloss mark on his woozy, blissed out face.

Isaac was shaking, whimpering, and in absolute bliss.

“I… I can’t… I can’t take iiiit…”

Only two thoughts penetrated the fog that came over him as Stacy continued to use him as her own personal onahole. The first was that he was absolutely desperate not to cum! No matter how many times Stacy crushedhis soft, sensitive prostate with that plastic cock, no matter how many times she slipped her tongue into his mouth, and even when she had rolled up his vests, and started mercilessly pinching and playing with his nipples, h-he wouldn’t cum!

The second thing was that… fuck… this whole thing had been meant as training for Amelia… and Isaac’s plan was to just shut his eyes and imagine that it was her, but… he couldn’t picture anyone but Stacy fucking him now!

The whole thing had started out as soft, sleepy teasing at first, but whatever she had been trying to do to keep her sadistic urges in check had very quickly stopped working. This wasn’t training, or helping him blow off steam anymore… Stacy was fucking      breeding    him, and he was loving every minute of it!

“Hey… so Halloween night would have been the last time you were allowed to cum before this started, right?” Stacy panted, and slowed, rolling her hips and making sure to keep the tip of her strap-on pressed firmly against Isaac’s slut button. This snapped him out of his cock-induced daydreaming, and he let out a weak, quavering little whine as the tip pressed against his prostate again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck… it was so much better than doing it himself…

“I know I asked you on the 1st who you had that last orgasm to, but we never got around to answering that one… so…”

Stacy pressed her face right up against Isaac’s, her arms hooked under his to ensure that he was completely helpless.

“Be honest. The last time you came, it was while thinking about me, right?”

Ngghh… shit… Isaac glanced down at Stacy’s breasts. She had been fucking him so hard that one of the pasties she had been wearing had actually slipped off, leaving her hard, pink nipple totally exposed.

 “I-I… y-you said it didn’t matter-”

“I changed my mind, Isaaaaac… come on, tell me… you were thinking about taking a soft handful of my tits while you were jerking off, weren’t you? Just admit that I made you cum~”

“I d-don’t remember-”

“Answer me honestly, and I’ll start moving again…” Stacy smirked, and gave Isaac a peck on the cheek.

Isaac knew the answer, and he knew that it was exactly what Stacy wanted to hear. But… now that he wasn’t getting railed, he was able to think a little more clearly too. If she started fucking him again, there was no way he would be able to stop himself from cumming…

So he bit his lip, and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

There was stillness for a few moments, and Isaac tensed around the thick, plastic cock inside him, waiting for Stacy to start fucking him into submission again. And then…

“Alriiiight, I won’t make you, sweetie,” Stacy cooed, slowly and gently pulling back, leaving Isaac to moan at the aching, empty feeling of his well-used ass.

She stood, pulling on the skimpy, mid-thigh length dressing gown that she had clearly dropped on the floor when she came in, not even bothering to tie it properly so as to hide her exposed nipple, or the strap-on. Meanwhile Isaac slumped, gasping and trying desperately to recover. His cute little 4 inch cock was diamond-hard, drooling precum onto his tummy. It looked like a stiff breeze might be enough to tip him over the edge… but Stacy seemed to be all done for now.

“If you feel like doing it again, you know where to find me,” she winked at Isaac, before carelessly opening his room door. It was still early anyway, so Amelia and Luna were probably in bed. There was very little risk of being seen.

“Or you could go to that crush of yours… I’m sure she’d be more than happy to help if you ask nicely~” Stacy teased, enjoying the last little twitch she managed to extract from Isaac’s cock. She sashayed out of the room, leaving him confused, a little triumphant that he’d managed to hold out, and absolutely desperateto cum…

 ——-

 Once back in her own room, Stacy reached into the pocket of her gown, and pulled out her phone. Isaac had been too blissed out to notice her picking it up from where she’d set it up, on his desk. She scrolled through the video it had taken, and was pleased to see that it had gotten every sordid moment of their little encounter… she moved the progress bar all the way to the end with one hand, and reached between her legs with the other, shifting the strap-on to the side. She really hadn’t meant for things to escalate that much, but she just hadn’t been able to resist him… plus…

She glanced under her bed. The few rays of pale, autumn sunlight that managed to stream under her curtains glinted off something metallic. This whole thing would work wonderfullywith what Stacy had in store for Amelia…~

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pain. suffering. agony. ;w;

ghfghd i’m exagerating a little but i don’t mind telling you that writing this chapter was pretty rough. you may have noticed the "Part 1” in the chapter title, and that’s because this was originally supposed to be around 3,000 words longer, but i’ve been so busy, and the time i have left to get this story wrapped up in only one month has grown so short, that i would rather just draw things to a natural break point in this chapter, and make sure that rather than rushing to get that extra content out with this update, i can work on it and give it the space it needs to be its own thing!

i hope this chapter is still ok despite all these compromises. i promise i’m really putting my all into making this as good as possible, so any feedback on how it turns out is greatly appreciated! <3

With Isaac and Amelia out for the evening, Stacy turns her attention towards the only one of her roommates who she hasn’t teased yet; Luna! A totally perverted shut-in virgin! This should be a cake-walk, right? Surely there’s no way she could possibly get one over on an experienced size queen like Stacy… no matter how many inches of twitching, virgin cock she’s packing~

i’m sorry about the wait for this chapter! i’ve been kinda busy with irl stuff lately, and i was a bit under the weather the past few days so it was difficult to work on it… plus, rather appropriately for a Luna chapter, i was surprised by the length and size of this one! i hope it being a bit longer than the last two chapters makes up for the wait <3

Stacy reclined on her bed, scrolling through Instagram on her phone. It was already dark outside, and with no roommates in the immediate vicinity to tease and torture, she was wrapped up in a blanket and relaxing. Although that didn’t mean that she wasn’t thinking about what to do to make her friends’ November even more difficult…

She squirmed a little as she flipped over to her mail tracker. There were still a few packages in the pipeline from her shopping spree on the 1st, and she was  so looking forward to being able to use them all on her needy, backed-up roommates… speaking of which, she stretched under her blanket, and enjoyed the crinkling and creaking noises her brand new outfit made. Purchased special, just for one of her friends! Wasn’t she just the best roommate you could ever ask for?~

She perked up as she heard the front door click open, and a slightly bored, low, husky voice called out “I’m home.”

Stacy bit her lip, already excited. Luna was back from class. And Stacy had big plans for her…

She didn’t reply to Luna, so there was a moment of silence. Stacy heard her muttering “Oh, yeah, they’re all busy tonight… guess I have the place to myself…”

This was partially true; Isaac had class until late, and Amelia had been spending more and more time at the gym lately, often staying there for multiple hours a day. Stacy privately suspected that Amelia was trying to avoid her, so she didn’t have to talk about what had happened the week before. Which as far as Stacy was concerned, just told her that she’d hit the jackpoton the girl’s weakness…

But unlike those others, Stacy was still in the apartment. She got up, creeping over to the door and gently easing it open a little so she could peer out at Luna. The other girl was as well made-up as ever, which was to say, not very. There were bags under her eyes, while her dirty-blonde hair hung over her face, and as she shrugged off her lab coat and dumped her bag on the floor, Stacy had a sneaking suspicion that the hoodie and sweatpants she’d had on underneath the garment were the same ones she’d been wearing for a few days now. The sweat-stains around her armpits were getting pretty familiar.

“Guess I might as well enjoy having the place to myself…” Luna mumbled, flopping down on one of the sofas. Luna was, obviously, mistaken. One of her roommates was, even as she said this, spying on her from within the apartment. But it wasn’t her fault. Earlier that day Stacy had dropped a message in the apartment group chat, saying she was going clubbing with some friends that night, and would be out until pretty late. This was because Stacy had a plan. A plan that would work best if she could get Luna on her own…

“Nnnff…” Stacy perked up, noticing some movement.

“God, these have been aching all day,” Luna grunted, and Stacy heard a rustling noise that sounded suspiciously like a pair of sweatpants being slipped down. Unfortunately, the couch Luna was lying on had its back to Stacy’s room, so all she could really see was Luna’s head and shoulders as she leaned back on the arm of the couch. That was frustrating. What wasn’t frustrating was what Luna said next…

“S-stupid fucking tease… stupid Stacy…” she groaned, and the tell-tale, rhythmic fap fap fap brought a devilish smirk to Stacy’s face. She hadn’t tried anything so bold or blatant as her little exhibitionist stunt in the past few days, but that didn’t mean she’d been letting her roommates have it easy. Stacy made a point of wearing almost nothing around the apartment, of deliberately bending at the waist whenever she needed to pick something up, and of leaving her door open every night, naked under the sheets and making sure each of her roommates knew that the invitation to come in and dump a thick, backed-up load inside her was open to them anytime…~

Hearing Luna moaning her name almost spitefully, even as she bottomed out in her own fist, made Stacy feel like it was all worth it, and triggered that increasingly familiar feeling of sadistic glee which was fast becoming one of the shortstack bimbo’s biggest turn-ons…

That being said, this was a little bit of a hitch in her plan. Luna getting so immediately engrossed in edging her brains out on the couch was hot, but it meant that she’d missed the bait that had been left out for her.

“Nnnghh… haaaa…” Luna’s moans were getting desperate already. Stacy had to suppress a giggle. Thinking about her had apparently turned Luna into a total quickshot!

“Hhhh… g-gonna put you in your place…”

Yeah? You actually think you could handle me, you fucking virgin?~

She almost said the words out loud, desperate to further push Luna towards her breaking point. Stacy had to admit she was getting impatient. Her hips twitched as she imagined straddling her roommate, daring her to back up her cute little claims, and getting almost two weeks of nasty, yellowy load dumped inside her for her troubles… if Luna was just gonna get distracted by her dick anyway-

“Hhhaa… oh, fuck…”

Ah, there it was!

Luna had noticed the little “present” that Stacy had left out for her. Draped over the arm of the other couch, seemingly innocently dropped from a pile of laundry… was a pair of Stacy’s panties.

Not just any panties either; a thong, pastel pink and satin, the same one that Stacy had been wearing around the apartment for the past few days. Which had been used to tease Luna until she was so backed up, until her balls were aching so bad, that she had to jerk off literally as soon as she got in from class…~

Luna climbed to her feet, unsteady, and walked over to the garment, staring down at it with her back to Stacy. Stacy had to suppress a sadistic little giggle as she watched the gears turn in Luna’s head. Normally she wouldn’t even think of it. But… nobody else was home. They wouldn’t be for hours. She could grab these, and no-one would know… but… it would be wrong, surely! It’d make her seem like a total creep… scratch that, it would just straight-up make her that! Even if Stacy was being a deliberate tease right now, she couldn’t just do something like this. Right?

Luna glanced around the apartment. She really looked like she was trying to force herself to do the right thing…

Stacy was ready for this. She opened her phone, tapped out a message, and attached a photo; “wish you girls were here! <3”

None of the others had seen this particular photo, so she figured she could just pass it off as what she was up to tonight. She hit send, and then waited.

Ping!

“Ugh, what now… what is she… hhhholy shit…” Luna gasped, and Stacy swore she could hearher balls churning up a nice, heavy load. Stacy had sent a selfie from a few months ago, of her out clubbing with some friends in a shockingly slutty hot-pink cocktail dress, little more than a tube of latex that ran from a few millimetres below her cunt, to just above her nipples… and she had managed to partially expose both in that picture. She couldn’t help squirming a little; this was beyond just teasing Luna now. Stacy was actively pushing her to indulge in her worst, most depraved instincts… it was so cruel, and it was making her so wet. Especially because it had worked!~

Luna, after looking around one more time, snatched up Stacy’s panties, and clutching them close to her modestly-sized chest, made a beeline for her bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Stacy swung her door open. If Luna had still been in the room, she would have been treated to the sight of the smaller girl in a dress very similar to the one from her selfie. She had a whole wardrobe full of similar cocktail dresses, but this one had been bought just for Luna; the poor girl didn’t seem to realise that no matter how furtively she entered and exited her room, everyone could catch glimpses of all the posters and doujins she left scattered all around the place. And if someone just so happened to be a budding sadist with a special interest in playing on her roommates’ most humiliating fetishes, they might even snap a few covert pictures of all that fap material so they knew what they were working with…

This research was why, while Stacy knew full-well that the hot pink dress would have been enough to totally devastate Luna, something a little different would lay her out flat . Because… Luna had a crippling fetish for slutty, trashy cheetah-print clothes. So of course, Stacy had made sure to get a brand new latex dress, with that exact design on it~

Stacy smirked as she strode across the room, the carpet muffling the sound of her heels while the patterned latex creaked, desperately overstuffed with her curves. She looked down, and adjusted the garment to make sure it was absolutely perfect; her nipples weren’t exposed, but still poked through the plastic, and spreading her legs even a little would make the hem ride up until her soft, smooth cunt was visible. She almost wished she’d had a chance to hit the tanning booth a few times; with her platinum blonde hair and animal print dress, she would have been the spitting image of the 2D gyaru bitches who Luna had milked so many loads to… but, well, that would have given the game away.

She placed her hand on Luna’s door handle, and waited for a few seconds. After all, she had to make sure Luna had just enough time to start playing with her panties…

“Nnnff… haaa…” the muffled sounds of moaning and sniffing came, right on cue. Stacy took a deep breath to try and still the nervous shakes she was getting, and swung open the door.

They say that no plan survives contact with the enemy. While Stacy certainly didn’t think of her roommate as an enemy, her plan didalmost immediately fall apart, the moment she stepped into Luna’s room.

The plan had been to go for the outrage routine. Telling Luna she couldn’t believe she’d do something so low as to steal her panties, that she wished she was more shocked by what she had done… not too seriously, of course. Enough for Luna to buy it, but not so serious that she thought they weren’t friends anymore, and certainly not so serious that she wouldn’t be able to resist jerking off to the memory of her gorgeous roommate humiliating her for being a hopeless pervert. If she was lucky, Stacy might even give her a little taste of what she clearly wanted so badly…

Really, it was a good plan. But Stacy only got part way through her opening “Ugh, I can’t believe this-!” before the words died in her mouth.

The scene was almost exactly as she’d pictured it. The familiar walls of the gloomy bedroom were covered in dweeby posters of big-breasted anime girls, and plenty of porn was left scattered around. Luna, reclined on her bed, pants around her ankles. Stacy’s panties held against her face as she pumped with her other hand…

There was only one problem. Stacy had had her suspicions about Luna because of how Amelia had been acting lately, of course. But. Um.

Holy fucking shit.

At a glance, it was easily longer than Stacy’s forearm, the bloated, twitching length criss-crossed by veins that drew the eye all the way up to the doughy hood of foreskin that covered the tip of her cock. Even fully hard, there was so much of the stuff that the head was completely obscured. Luna’s dick was one of the most disgusting that Stacy had ever seen.

In other words…

It was love at first sight.

“A-agh! Stacy, it’s um, not what it looks like! A-and anyway, knock would… you?” Luna’s response trailed off as the performative outrage slipped from Stacy’s face, shifting slowly into desperate, ravenous lust.

She crossed the room in a few wordless strides and pounced on the bed, the predatory pattern on her dress suddenly seeming very appropriate indeed. Stacy was on her hands and knees, looking between Luna’s legs with pure, unabashed cock shock…

“Um… what are you- hhhaaaa!!~”

Stacy knew Luna pretty well. Teasing and embarrassing her about the fact that she had zero experience was one of her favourite ways to playfully rile up her friend. So she knew how impressive it was for Luna that when her stacked roommate dragged her hot, wet tongue up every inch of twitching dickmeat, she didn’t cum straight away. Instead, Luna whined, hips bucking desperately.

“Lunaaaa… why didn’t you tell me you were packing a cock like this? I’d have popped your cherry ages ago if I’d known…” Stacy cooed, eyes reverently fixed on the swaying tip, which even fully hard was still buried under Luna’s foreskin.

“I… d-didn’t realise you’d like it this much,” Luna whined, biting her lip nervously.

“Well, I never said I likedit…” Stacy lied, reaching out, firmly gripping Luna’s dick, and gently peeling back the other girl’s foreskin.

“Nnnff… what do you… m-mean…?” Luna looked confused now.

Stacy shot her a smirk.

“Well, I’m no expert, but you shower about once a week, jerk off constantly like a fucking loser, and you have a totally disgusting case of phimosis, sooooo…”

The tip of Luna’s cock finally emerged from under the layer of foreskin. And as expected, it was coatedin thick, yellow wads of greasy smegma.

The nasty, sharp musk hit Stacy like a freight train, and she barely heard Luna’s panicky excuses and apologies. They were completely unnecessary anyway. Stacy had almost forgotten how intense her smegma fetish was, because she so rarely got to indulge it, but just smelling Luna’s disgusting cock was making her thoughts fog up.

“Nnnhhh… a-as your roommate, it’s my job to make sure the apartment is kept hygienic… so obviously I h-have to clean your cock…” she stammered, before opening her mouth, and, ignoring Luna’s panicky protests, wrapping her lips around her roommate’s cock.

Fuuuuck… it’s so gross…

Stacy’s eyes rolled back as she swirled her tongue around Luna’s dick, collecting as much smegma as she possibly could. Luna threw her head back, whining as the latex-clad succubus devouredher cock. How she managed to hold on was beyond Stacy; she was practically making out with the other girl’s cock, and considering it was the first kiss of any sort that Luna had ever gotten, and she had been pent-up for two whole weeks, it was kinda impressive…

Stacy popped up for air, and for a moment, considered stopping. If things kept going like this, she might not be in charge for much longer!

Almost as if she could hear her thoughts, Luna moved her hips up again, needily pushing her cock against Stacy’s cheek. Fuck… she should really stop… but…

“Mmmfff…” she groaned happily as she slipped Luna’s dick into her mouth again. It was just too good…

“Hh-haaa… I knew it… you totally can’t resist a big fat studdick like mine…” Luna gasped, a growing confidence behind her words. Stacy moaned as she dug her tongue further under the other girl’s foreskin. Fuck… it was so greasy and nasty, and it tasted so good… she was used to fucking well-groomed studs, not losers like Luna…

She pulled her head back, looking up at Luna, and sticking her tongue out. A thick layer of disgusting, yellow smegma coated her tongue, and she felt a thrill run through her at the way Luna smirked down at her.

“H-how does it taste?” Luna was really getting into this now, but Stacy felt helpless as control of the situation slipped through her fingers.

“Nngghh… t-tathtes like garbaaaaage…” she moaned, slipping a hand under her dress and desperately fingering herself at the total humiliation.

“You know what to do with it…” Stacy shivered as Luna became cockier and cockier, and shyly closed her mouth… before expertly swallowing the rancid, yellowy girl goo, her body thrumming with pleasure as she felt it slide down her throat.

Stacy couldn’t stop herself; eager to impress, she opened her mouth, and showed her totally clean tongue to Luna.

“Fuuuck… you’ve done this before, huh…?” Luna looked excitednow. It was clear that the power dynamic had shifted, and the inexperienced virgin was thinking about just what she could do with a submissive, stacked slut like Stacy…

“Nnnfff… I-I haaaave… it’s so… good…” Stacy replied, mewling pathetically from between Luna’s legs. She looked up again at Luna’s towering, meaty girldick, which was drooling thick lines of pearly white, impossibly thick precum all down its length, leaving both her shaft and her balls shiny with the stuff. Being in this position… it was making the sharp, twisted lust she’d discovered in the past few weeks fade away, replaced by an encroaching, but familiar, sensation of soft, pink submission…

“Well… feel free to have some more,” Luna giggled, reaching down, and firmly grabbing Stacy’s head. Stacy’s moans were muffled as Luna pushed her face right into her sweaty, musky balls, her nose squishing as her eyes rolled back.

“Ngghh… these have been aching for weeks because of youuuu… feel how fucking bloated they’ve gotten? All because you were being a tease…”

Fuuuck… they were so fat, and Stacy could tell that they were packed full of cum as she nuzzled them, leaving kisses all over them.

This was nothing like fucking someone who had worked up a sweat from exercising or something, there was something so much  nastier and more potent about Luna’s musk…

She gasped for air as Luna pulled her head back, her eye makeup running down her face in two thick black rivulets from the combined sweat and precum that had coated Luna’s balls, and was now smeared on her. She’d left some makeup on Luna’s bloated, backed-up sack too; it was covered in smeared pink lip-gloss marks from all the kisses. This was all so much… how had she let  Luna, of all people, get one over on her…?

Stacy was totally helpless as Luna took the initiative, pushing her onto her back, the desperate shut-in on her hands and knees above her. With one shaking hand, she pulled up the hem of Stacy’s dress, exposing her bare, soaked cunt.

“Th-this is what you get for u-underestimating me… I’m g-gonna lose my virginity with youuu…” Luna moaned, trying to line up her cock with Stacy’s drooling slit.

That familiar floaty, pink feeling bubbled up inside Stacy. She may have been discovering her sadistic side, but she had always enjoyed being a total size queen whore too… the flirting, teasing, the push and pull, all building up to the moment where she was pinned on the bed… the moment where she totally lost control. It was right there. And Stacy almost let it happen.

Luna pushed her hips forward, and Stacy tensed, waiting to be spearedon that huge, virgin cock… and gasped in shock when Luna, shaking and overexcited and with zero experience of how to actually use her massive dick, actually missed! The underside of her cock slid along Stacy’s cunt, inches away from her chance to lose her virginity.

There was a single moment of stillness. Stacy knew that a few weeks ago, she would have been more than happy to coo soft words of encouragement until Luna tried again, guiding her through the process of topping her… but something inside her had changed. Getting used like a walking fleshlight was still something she enjoyed, but… well… she couldn’t let such a prime opportunity to humiliateher friend pass her by, could she?~

“Having a little trouble, sweetie?” she smiled, her voice suddenly once again dripping with sadistic glee.

“Sh-shut uuup…” Luna whined, her newfound confidence seeming to disappear just from the sound of Stacy’s voice. Things were still risky though… all Luna had to do to shut her up and reduce her to a whining, drooling wreckwas stuff her full of cock!

There was one thing Stacy could still try. Her cunt was soaked and exposed, and Luna’s thick, twitching cock was right there… so she spread her legs, wrapped them around Luna’s back, and pulled her in close. In the process, Luna’s cock slid along Stacy’s stomach, suddenly trapped between her own body, and the cool, smooth material of Stacy’s dress.

“Mmm… you didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?” Stacy batted her eyelashes at Luna’s shocked expression, as she started working her hips. Luna gave a ragged gasp as Stacy moved her body, sliding her drooling dick between them, a gasp which became a desperate whine as her the tip of her cock pressed against the underside of Stacy’s boobs.

“They’re soft, right? I guess you’ve never felt another girl’s before now, how are they?~” Stacy teased, knowing full well that Luna couldn’t answer.

“You’re lucky… not many girls would put up with you smearing that filthy, greasy smegma all over their nice party dresses, but I guess I can give you a bit of a break…”

“S-stopppp…” Luna gasped, shaking, suddenly weak as a kitten as she tried to pull herself out of the iron grip Stacy’s thighs had her locked into.

“Why? Because you wanted to act like an arrogant, bitchy stud, but now you’re about to dump your premature load all over my tits? Sorry sweetie, but you’re just not that kind of girl…” Stacy giggled, continuing to jerk off Luna’s cock between both of their bodies.

“You might have your size going for you, but your stamina is mediocre, and you’re so inexperienced that no girl is ever gonna waste the time it takes to teach you how to actuallyfuck… oh, and if the only time you can be confident is when you’ve already gotten a girl in bed with you, good luck ever actually getting a normal date who’ll let you get that far~” Luna’s eyes rolled back, and Stacy could feel her heartbeat thundering against her own chest. She was so close… moments away from cumming…

“In fact… I don’t think you even have your size going for you…” Stacy leaned in, and whispered in Luna’s ear.

“If your dick wasn’t so bloated, defective, and oversized, you could have gotten it inside me first try, while I was all helpless… but now…”

And in one expert move, Stacy shifted her weight, rolling Luna to her side as she swung her legs around and stood up, leaving the other girl alone on the bed.

“You get to keep your v-card, and keep doing No Nut November,” she laughed cruelly, before turning, and making to leave.

“It was cute how you thought you might have actually been able to take control for a moment there! But…” she turned back, and stuck out her tongue, showing again that she’d swallowed every morsel of nasty smegma she’d dug out from under her roommate’s cock, “All I offered to do was clean up that disgusting dick, and since you’re a loser who doesn’t know the first thing about handling a girl, I guess you won’t be able to get me to do anything more than that~”

She turned, and made to leave.

“W-wait! I…” Stacy turned, raising an expectant eyebrow, and was surprised to see that Luna was on her knees… and holding out a thick wad of cash, retrieved from her dresser.

“P-please… I’m sorry for thinking I could top you… I-I’ll give you anything if you keep cleaning my cock!”

There was a moment of silence. And then…

“Pfffthahaha!” Stacy couldn’t help but laugh at the completely pathetic display, and she was pleased to note that hearing it made Luna’s cock twitch eagerly.

“Seriously? I knew you were a pathetic, shut-in virgin, Luna, but I didn’t realise it was this bad… and to think you were acting like you wanted to pop your cherry just a few minutes ago!”

She reached out, and plucked the money from Luna’s hands, shivering with perverse glee at the way that just taking it made the other girl  squirm .

“But this is what you’re really for, isn’t it?” she asked sweetly, as she flipped through the wad of bills.

“Paying hot, bitchy bimbos like me… hm, are you sure this is enough? You think this is all I’m worth? Well, it’s not like I can expect any better from you, I’m sure you spent the rest of your money on porn and simping~”

Luna bit her lip, flushing bright red and nodding hesitantly. Apparently Stacy had hit the nail on the head. She smirked.

“Get on the bed, sweetie. Since you’ve changed your mind, and decided to be a good girl… I’ll give you a specialreward…”

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Stacy’s special reward, as it turned out, was lying between Luna’s legs for the next few hours, lazily jerking off the helpless shut-in while occasionally leaning in to leave another kiss-mark on her balls, and, when she was feeling generous, giving the girl one of her famous vacuum suck blowjobs. Luna lay back, her clothes now totally soaked with nasty, musky sweat, balling her hands up in her bedsheets.

“Ugh!! L-let me fucking cum already… I d-don’t care about No Nut November anymore…”

Stacy dragged her lips up Luna’s cock, keeping them sealed in a perfect, hollow-cheeked suckface, before the tip left her mouth with a  pop . She reached down, and gave Luna’s fat, aching dick a condescending little flick, giggling as it wobbled back and forth. Then she looked her friend in the eye, smiled sweetly, and said “Nope~”

Luna let out a whine of frustration.

“B-but… I thought you wanted to make me and the others fail at it!”

Stacy giggled, grabbing Luna’s cock by the base and slowly jerking from the bottom to the tip with long, slow, lazy strokes.

“Ido, but where’s the fun in just forcing you to cum? That’s sooo boring! What I want to do…”

She leaned down, and planted a delicate kiss on the tip of Luna’s cock, drawing a humiliating whimper from the taller girl.

“… is fucking break you. You don’t get the dignity of at least losing your v-card in this challenge… if you cum, it’s gonna be locked in your room, on your own, over pictures of me, or some disgusting hentai, or whatever else gets that nasty, defective cock hard…”

She started to jerk Luna off faster, her lip curling into an evil smirk as her friend could do nothing but whine incoherently, a steady trickle of precum coating Stacy’s hand.

“I’m going to drive you crazy until you can’t help humiliating yourself… and the best part is…”

Without warning, she let go of Luna’s cock. It twitched and throbbed in the warm, musky air, drooling all over Luna’s hoodie.

“You’re so cum-brained that you’re not just gonna let me, you’re gonna ask me to torture you! Hell, you’re actually paying me to do it…”

Stacy stood, leaving the other girl a gasping, writhing mess as she skirted just along the edge of a ruined orgasm. She kept talking as she headed for the door.

“Although… make it to the end of the month, and I may change my mind about letting you lose your virginity… I’ll even let you pick out some cosplay for you to breed me in~”

She ignored Luna’s frustrated whine as she turned, framed by the light from the common area against the gloomy darkness of Luna’s room. Even with her makeup ruined, her hair a mess, and her dress hitched up over her hips, she managed to look totally in control. And she had a new piece of information to play with… she had assumed that Amelia just had a repressed cuckquean fetish, but now that she knew how monstrousLuna’s cock was, that opened up a lot of new avenues… but all of that was for later. For now, she needed to go and lie down for a while, she was wiped. Although not so wiped that she couldn’t get in one last jab at Luna…

“Oh, and you can keep my panties,” she said with a wink.

“Lying in your room and sniffing those is the proper place for a virgin like you, don’t you agree?~”

With that, she pulled the door closed, and left Luna completely trapped, caught between her desperate, needy cock and aching balls, and the knowledge that Stacy had wrapped her right around her little finger…~

Amelia, the apartment’s resident girl-stud, is feeling confident about her No Nut November chances! she’s hitting the gym to blow off steam, relaxing with her friends, and definitely doesn’t have an obvious complex about her dick size not being enough that Stacy can easily exploit to awaken new, shameful feelings in Amelia…~

phew! honestly, i’d like to have gotten this chapter out a few days earlier, but pacing out the shifts in perspective (something i’ve never really done before, but is probably gonna be very important for this story) was more of a pain than i expected! i hope you all enjoyed, and that i can get chapter 3 out soon! <3

Amelia groaned as she settled back on the couch, dumping her gym bag on the floor. She, Luna, and Isaac were all gathered in their apartment’s living room, unwinding after a day of college. Amelia wiped the sweat from her brow, before spreading her arms along the back of the couch, and crossing her legs. She’d been out later than her two roommates, hitting the gym to try and blow off some steam. The session had been so brutal that she hadn’t even bothered to get showered and changed, staggering home in just her sports bra and shorts. It had been necessary, though. She had to de-stress somehow, after all…

Isaac and Luna looked like they were taking a more distraction-based approach to the problem. Isaac’s Switch was bleeping and blooping away from the armchair he was sat in, and Luna had her headphones in, playing on her phone while lying on the other couch. Amelia told herself that they were all coping just fine. Five days into No Nut November, and the three of them all had their systems worked out. It was barely even affecting them!

But… well… she would never admit it to anyone else, but every moment while Amelia had been working out, she had been more aware than ever of the thick, heavy weight of the eleven inches of girthy girlmeat between her legs! Just feeling her cock swaying back and forth had been enough to make it jump a little, and now that she was back home, she was fighting a serious urge to just go to her room and fuck her fist…

This wasn’t helped by Isaac being, well, Isaac. Amelia had always strongly suspected that he had a crush on her, but he was usually at least a little bit subtle about it. But now, every time Amelia shifted, or recrossed her legs, or stretched and showed a little musky, sweaty armpit, a “game over’’ jingle would play, as the shy, distractable cutie snuck a glance at her. Amelia had always loved to show off, and such obvious perving was really getting to her. She was really trying not to do it on purpose, but it felt sooo good to make other people stare…

And then there was Luna. Amelia couldn’t make out exactly what was playing on her phone, but her headphones were turned up pretty high, and the tinny, exaggerated moans were very obvious. If there was any doubt left about what she was watching, the thick, twitching outline in her sweatpants dispelled it utterly. In fact, there was an obvious, heavy stain spreading in the fabric…

Hmph!  

Amelia crossed her arms, and averted her gaze. Not that she was going to look at that disgusting thing, obviously. She’d had more than enough of that already. Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to put it out of her mind, but she couldn’t help thinking back to a few months prior… when she had accidentally walked in on Luna. She had stood, hand on mouth, shocked as she watched her moody, shut-in roommate throwing her head back in pure ecstasy, poundingher fleshlight, headphones in and watching hentai on her laptop! This would have been bad enough, but…

Even from a distance, Amelia could see that the length of dick being pulled out of the fleshlight had been much bigger than she had expected. A shut-in like Luna, she had always reasoned, probably had a tiny little pindick! Unlike Amelia, who carried herself with the confidence of someone who knew that she could totally knock up your girlfriend with her massive cock if she wanted to, Luna was much more introverted. In Amelia-land, this made sense; your level of confidence mapped proportionally to your cock size, obviously!

Instead… well, Amelia didn’t have any hard figures, so she still tried to tell herself it had been a trick of the light. That her nerdy, virgin roommate didn’t have a drooling, uncut pillar of bitchmeatthat made Amelia’s cock look mediocre, bordering on small, by comparison.

She definitely tried not to think about the fact that Luna’s fleshlight had been a XXXL Slutbreakerbrand…

Anyway, Amelia never thought about that. Ever. And to prove that it didn’t bother her that she wasn’t rocking the biggest dick in the apartment, she uncrossed her legs, and deliberately spread them, smirking to herself as she heard Isaac gasp at the sight of the obvious bulge in her shorts. She didn’t look at him, instead closing her eyes and pretending she didn’t know what she was doing.

In short, between Isaac’s simping, Amelia’s need to show off, and Luna’s inability to hide her oversized dick, just a few days of denial had left the tension in the apartment thick enough to cut with a knife.

And then Stacy walked in.

Amelia must have been out when the other girl had left the apartment, because she would absolutely have remembered seeing her. Despite the chilly autumn weather, the apartment complex was warm enough that Stacy was looking perfectly relaxed in an undersized vest and panties, carrying a long package under her arm. Given the circumstances, Amelia was vaguely impressed with herself for even noticing the parcel.

“I’m baaack! Oh, hi Amelia, welcome home!” she smiled.

“H-hi Stacy,” Amelia just about spat the words out normally. Isaac and Luna were both flushed bright red, totally unable to even look at her. Amelia got it. Maintaining eye contact for as long as it took to say hello had been a real struggle.

The thing was, seeing Stacy wearing practically nothing around the apartment wasn’t anything new. Her Halloween costume from a few days prior had basically been a fetish outfit with a pointy hat and a cape. But… well, after a few days of nothing but frustrated edging, seeing her bare tummy, the puffy outline of her pussy in her black thong, and her nipples poking through the fabric of her vest hit a different note than it usually did.

Plus, like… there was a reason Amelia hadn’t done anything about Isaac’s obvious little crush on her. And that’s because she kinda wanted Stacy. I mean, what kind of self-respecting dickgirl stud wouldn’t be constantly fantasising about knocking up a girl like her? And at any rate, it just made sense! They were both fun, and outgoing, and totally compatible… but Stacy had never really made a move, and Amelia had always been distracted with easier pursuits. But this whole challenge was making her seriously rethink that…  

All that is to say that Amelia quickly crossed her legs again, in a vain attempt to hide the fact that just seeing Stacy had already gotten her half-hard! For a moment, she thought she’d noticed a smirk from Stacy… but the moment passed too quickly for Amelia to really tell.

“Well, I’ll see you three later, I have some studying to do,” Stacy seemed completely oblivious to the blushing, nervous wrecks her mere presence had reduced her roommates to. She hummed to herself as she headed to her room, leaving the door slightly ajar as Amelia, Luna, and Isaac each breathed a sigh of relief. Amelia looked over at Luna.

“You don’t think she like… knows, right?” she asked, in hushed tones. Luna shrugged unhelpfully, looking troubled, but not so much that she took out her headphones. Amelia turned to Isaac.

“You didn’t say anything right?”

“Uh-”

Whatever Isaac was about to say was interrupted by an extremely loud, exaggerated, borderline porny moan from Stacy’s room.

All three of them froze. Surely it hadn’t actually been-

“Ohhh, fuckkk…~”

Nope. It was real.

There was a moment of silent, group deliberation, which of course ended as soon as Amelia got to her feet, and her two shy friends were freed from the responsibility of having to deal with this horribly embarrassing situation.

“Ugh, this is s-so immature, what kind of a prank is that?” Amelia asked, to a pair of nods and mhm ’s that were, like her, trying to convince themselves that that was what was happening. Shaking a little, Amelia went over to Stacy’s door.

She’ll be stood right there, waiting to laugh at you for liking her stupid fake moans…  

Amelia reached out, pushed the door open… and her jaw dropped. In the middle of her pink, queen-sized bed, Stacy Smith was on her back, completely naked. Her blonde hair fanned out on the mattress behind her, completing the absurdly bimbo-y look. The vest and panties had been discarded in a pile next to the bed, along with a bunch of ripped up packaging, which, now that Amelia got a better look at it, was exactly the kind of inconspicuous design that just screamed ‘we offer discrete packaging on our products’. What had been inside this package before was now inside… well…

The size of it was absurd. Well over a foot of thick, rubbery pink plastic, and it was sinking into Stacy’s cunt easily . She was obviously soaked, drooling all over her sheets as she slammed the artificial cock into her pussy, and then dragged it out, inch by inch…

“Ggghhh… fuuuuck…”

——–

Stacy’s heart thundered as she heard the door creak. Fuck. She was really going to do this. Her new dildo had been the last thing that needed to arrive before she got started… everything else was prepared. She was ready to make this whole month unbearable for her roommates~

Fuuuck… someone was looking at her. One of them was looking right at her while she matedherself with this fat plastic dick! It was so exciting…

“Ggghhh… fuuuuck…”

The truth was, while Stacy was playing up her moans a little more than usual, getting stretched out by this fat plastic cock felt incredible… and having an audience made it so much better. Shaking, she slowed her movements, just a little, and looked over at the door. Whoever it was hadn’t come in yet, so it was probably Luna or Isaac, they were too shy to-

Huh.

That was strange. Stacy had been expecting Amelia to just come straight in if it were her, especially since she had all but given an open invitation to her roommates. Instead, she was just standing in the doorway, panting, completely dumbstruck.

Still. Stacy knew what she had to say. Amelia had always had a low-key crush on her, and Stacy certainly liked her back; it made sense after all, surely the biggest stud and the biggest slut in their little group would make a great couple? She could see it; all she had to do was moan Amelia’s name, and the poor girl would snap. The next thing she knew, she’d be locked in a mating press, getting that nasty, backed-up girl goo unloaded straight into her womb, the way everyone had always sort of expected them to…

But something about it didn’t feel right. She didn’t know what it was. Maybe she had picked up on the jealous little glances Amelia had sometimes thrown when she thought no-one was looking. Maybe she just knew her friend better than she knew herself. Maybe the way she was just standing there, staring, exposed a weakness that Stacy didn’t fully understand, but still knew she could exploit… and maybe she had on occasion, without even realising, followed Amelia’s jealous gaze, and found it resting on the weightthat you could sometimes see shifting in Luna’s pants. All of these little pieces were snowballing together, and as Stacy, panting, whining, pushed herself all the way up to the edge, she realised what she had to say. She rolled her hips, groaning as she worked herself up to breaking point, and looked over at Amelia, locking eyes with her.

“Fuck me harder, Luna~ ”

The look of shock, bordering on outrage on Amelia’s face was bad enough. But the fact that it made the larger girl shiver , her cheeks flushing red, with an obvious stain forming in her shorts as her crush moaned another girl’s name?

That was it. Stacy squealed as her dildo slammed up against her cervix, the sounds becoming so embarrassing that she couldn’t help clamping a hand over her mouth, while she squirted all over her sheets. Fuuuck. This was… incredible… this wasn’t the same kind of feeling she usually had when she came. Not that same kind of warm, pleasurable feeling she got from getting pinned down by a stud like Amelia. This was something sharper, more potent. A sick, sadistic thrill that ran through Stacy’s body, leaving her in a rictus of ecstasy as she rode out her orgasm.

Finally, with a sigh, she slumped on her bed. She was half-expecting Amelia to get on top of her, to take revenge for teasing her so badly… but when she looked up at the door again, it had been shut. She smirked to herself. That might be something to keep an eye on…~

——-

“Fuck me harder, Luna~ ”

Amelia was shocked. Stacy had always been a tease, but this was downright cruel! Awful! She was being totally… awful…

Stepping back, and pulling the door closed, Amelia took a few steps, unable to hear over the sound of her heart thundering in her ears, and those words, repeating over and over even as she heard Stacy crash into what sounded like an incredible orgasm. One that Amelia should have given her…

Isaac asked her something, but she didn’t really hear it. Amelia wordlessly walked past her roommates, went into her room, and shut the door.

That was… ugh! How could she say that? It was so… so…

Amelia glanced down, and let out a whine of despair. No. Nonono… how could that have made her… hard?

But there was no mistaking it. She had graduated from bulge to full-blown tent.

With shaking hands, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her running shorts, and tugged them down. She groaned at the sight of the line of thick precum connecting the end of her cock to a stain in her panties. Stupid fucking Stacy…

Amelia went over to her bed, sat down, and wrapped a hand around her cock. Whatever. If she wanted to play nasty, so would Amelia. One quick orgasm to clear her head, and then she’d go back in there, and teach her a lesson! She’d breed that dumb slut with her perfect stud dick-

“Hhhaaa!”

Fuuuuck… why was it so much more sensitive than usual? B-but that was just because she had been backed up for a few days, surely… That was why seeing Stacy fucking herself like that had gotten her so badly. The other girl could have said literally anything, and she’d still be like this!

Amelia started working her hand up and down, harder, faster. Fuck. She was gonna go back in there and pound Stacy’s dumb, slutty brains out. She obviously wanted it. Wanted her . How could she not? She was a stud! Amelia relaxed a little as she continued to jerk off, thinking back to all of her previous conquests. The girls fawning over her at the Halloween party, while Stacy had spent all evening striking out. Yeah. Stacy wanted her. She had to.

Amelia didn’t even care about No Nut November anymore. Fuck that. This was worth $50. She would cum once to get herself under control, and then go straight in there and show Stacy that she’d wasted her time getting a plastic dick when she had the real thing right in front of her.

But even as Amelia tried to hype herself up to go back in there, to show Stacy how a real woman fucks, she found her gaze drifting over to her bedside table. To the object she had stuffed behind it a few months prior, frustrated that it wasn’t tight enough for her to use…

The XXXL Slutbreaker fleshlight. The same model she’d bought after seeing Luna use one. The one she’d tossed away because it wasn’t tight enough for her… and which had barely been able to contain Luna’s cock.

Her breaths came quick and fast as she continued to pump, now with both hands, and with completely different thoughts coming to mind, unbidden, but thick and fast.

What if she’s had bigger? What if I’m not good enough for her? Is my dick even that good? Does she really like me, or is she just flirting? She was moaning about Luna, so… what if Stacy already knows she’s bigger than me?

And then, a new possibility occurred to Amelia. Ice gripped her heart, and at the same time,  a thick stream of precum  began drooling nonstop from the head of Amelia’s cock, coating the shaft as she continued to pump faster and faster.

What if they’re already fucking?

New images flooded in. Not memories, but fantasies. Stacy and Luna, kissing on that bed. Stacy moaning, and wrapping her legs around Luna’s chubby frame. Of the two of them sitting together, Stacy showing the normally moody girl the flirty texts Amelia was sending her, the two of them laughing at the idea that Stacy could ever settle for someone like Amelia, before they went to Stacy’s room to mate one another…

It was pathetic. It was totally unlike Amelia. And it wasso fucking hot . She groaned as she tried to ride the edge, desperate not to cum to those thoughts. She tried to turn her mind back to what she had been thinking about before, to what a stud she was… but every time she drove her way back to the edge, all she could think about was Stacy’s smirk, Luna’s cock, and the latter being draped over the former. She couldn’t cum to that.Wouldn’t. But she couldn’t cum to anything else either…

Four hours later, Amelia passed out. Sweating, panting, her hand coated in precum… and her cock still rock-hard as she drifted off into dreams of Stacy fucking other girls~

A casual No Nut November challenge between three friends is completely derailed when their slutty roommate finds out, and begins discovering her sadistic side as she teases and tortures the three of them for an entire month! Can Isaac, Amelia, and Luna hold out against Stacy’s increasingly outrageous attempts tip them over the edge before the end of the month? Or will her obsession with torturing her roommates drive all four of them to depths of depravity that they never even imagined?~

a fun lil NNN story that i’ll be updating throughout the month!

this story is a sort of semi-followup/sequel to What Goes Bump in the Night, my Halloween story from this year!

however, i wanna stress that this story is standalone! while What Goes Bump in the Night is the best primer on the characters, imo, i’ve included all the necessary context for who they are, and what they’re doing for No Nut November in this first chapter. so whether you’ve read it or not, i hope you can enjoy it! <3

It was a cool, crisp November morning at Vihdale Central College when Isaac slipped away between classes, heading to the bathroom to fix his makeup. He sighed as he tried to fix his eyeliner in the smudged and dirty mirror, when he heard the door open behind him.

 “So. What were you all talking about last night?”

 Isaac froze. Fuck. He hadn’t seen her following him in… turning away from the mirror, he plastered a fake smile onto his face as best he could.

 “Uh, h-hi Stacy! You uh, know this is the guys’ toilet right?”

 Stacy Smith, one of his roommates, stood in the doorway, arms folded and smirking. She was wearing jeans and a pastel pink sweater that, despite being cut loose, was still pulled tight around her generously-sized chest. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a simple ponytail. She stepped towards Isaac, and he backed up a little, pressing his shapely butt against the sink as she loomed over him.

 “Oh, I know, I come in here a lot,” she smiled sweetly. Isaac flushed. He was technically a few inches taller than Stacy, but she’d decided to wear a set of particularly college-inappropriate heels today, so she was looking down on him. It was difficult not to feel trapped.

 “I… d-did you want something?” Isaac stammered, trying and failing to maintain eye contact. He was really trying his best, but, well… her tits were practically being shoved in his face. Isaac’s outfit today wasn’t that different to Stacy’s; his sweater was a bit tighter, dark red rather than pink, and he had sneakers on rather than heels, but both of them had taken similar measures against the Autumn chill. Isaac did his best to focus on the fashion choices, rather than whatever was underneath them…

 “Mmm… who said I want anything? Maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you… have a little chat, girl-on-girl, y’know? Maybe I could help you fix up that makeup,” Stacy smiled, and Isaac’s objections (both to the blatant lie about not wanting anything, and calling him a girl (ugh!)) died in his throat as she reached out and played with a strand of his dark, messy hair. He was vaguely aware that his mouth was hanging open, and that he was blushing.

 “St-Stacyyy…” he meant it to come out assertive, but all he could manage was a breathy little whine. Uuuggh… this was what always happened! Stacy didn’t seem to hear him, instead leaning in close, and whispering in his ear.

 “We’re aaaaall alone in here… we could do whateverwe liked, and nobody would know… maybe instead of helping you with that makeup, you’d like me to mess it up?~” she teased. Isaac shivered.

 “S-Stacy, stop it, I need to get back to class-”

 Before Isaac could even move, Stacy purposefully placed her hands on the sink to either side of him. No way out.

 “I’ll let you go… as soon as you tell me what you three were talking about last night,” she cooed. Isaac squirmed. This was how it always,      always    went with Stacy. Scratch that, it’s how it always went with any girls! He was cute and slender and liked playing around with makeup, so it was always “Heyy, could you lend me some lunch money?” that would never get paid back, or “Could you like, please do this homework for me? I’d super appreciate it, cutie!” from girls who didn’t even remember his name after it was done, or basically whenever Stacy wanted him to do anything, or, or…

 Isaac squeezed his eyes shut, and whined in frustration, while Stacy giggled. Both at his reaction, and as something cute, small, but unmistakably hardtwitched in Isaac’s jeans.

 Being gently teased and bullied just felt so goooood… and the kind of girls who liked to bully Isaac could smell weakness like that a mile away.

 “I… w-we were just talking about what we were planning to do when you got back!” Isaac gasped out the lie, although it wasn’t entirely untrue. The night before, after Isaac, and her other two roommates, Amelia and Luna, had waited in the pitch-dark living room in their costumes to scare Stacy when she got back from a Halloween party. However, she had slipped into the living room without anyone knowing, and without herself realising that her roommates were in the apartment. The subsequent farce had left everyone with a little bruised pride. Especially Isaac, since…

 “Aww, I’m sorry sweetie, I guess it must be hard for you to remember a lot about that night…

 Stacy leaned back, cupping her huge tits in her hands and gently jiggling them for Isaac.

 “All you can think about is how good it felt to touch these, right?~”

 Isaac whimpered, biting his pink, glossy lip. In all the dark and confusion, he’d (completely by accident) grabbed Stacy’s tits! Isaac had to admit that he’d lain awake the night before, trying desperately to ignore the hard-on in his pyjamas while he remembered the feeling of her soft, inviting breasts, especially after she had told him that all he needed to do if he wanted another feel was ask…

 “N-no, it’s just that nothing else happened-”

 “Bullshiiiit. Luna was about to let something slip last night, and then Amelia whacked her to shut her up. You three are so totally up to something!” Stacy pouted, clearly frustrated, before smiling again.

 “I’m not gonna let you go until I find oouuut… so you might as well tell me now, or you’re gonna go back to class with an embarrassing stain in those pants…~”

 “W-wait, what are you-”

 Before Isaac could do anything else, Stacy grabbed his hands, and pushed them onto her soft, pillowy tits.

 “Hhaaa…” Isaac’s eyes widened, and he felt his cock      jump    .

 “Do they feel the same as you remember?” Stacy asked, sweetly, and Isaac gave a shaky gasp that might have been an affirmative.

 “P-please, I have to get back to…”

 “Awww, you want me to stop?” her smirk twisted, and she shifted her leg, pressing her thigh right up against his cock.  

 Isaac was in shock. Even by Stacy’s standards, this was aggressive. It was usually just teasing, but she was going all out… he bit down on his lip again, struggling to stop his eyes from rolling back as she gently rubbed the bulge in his pants.

 “Y-yes… p-please stopppp…”

 “Oh yeah? Why should I, loser?~”

 “B-because…”

Nngghhh… can’t tell her…  

 “We’re… we…”

 But I can’t lose on the first day…  

 “Doing…”

 “Yes?” Stacy asked, expectantly.

 “W-we’re doing No Nut November!” he gasped.

 “We all put in $50… whoever gets to the end of the month without cumming wins it…”

 “Ohhh…” Stacy looked down, and licked her lips.

 “Gosh… so I could make you lose, right now, on the first day, huh? That’d be soooo embarrassing for you~”

 Isaac whimpered, completely helpless as his balls drew up, ready to dump an adorable little load in his briefs…

 And Stacy backed off, tilting her head at Isaac as she folded her arms again. Isaac knew he should have been relieved, but… fuck, he’d been soclose…

 “Honestly, you’re such a dweeb, Isaac,” she giggled, while he tried his best to recover.

 “So you’re telling me I could offer to take you into one of those stalls right now, and let you fucking mateme with that adorable little dick, and you’d say no because of this stupid No Nut November thing?”

Isaac tried desperately to put the image of swinging his hips against Stacy’s out of mind, getting her back for all the teasing and- no, focus, focus!

“W-well, y’know, Luna’s doing biology, so she put this reader together which can tell how long it’s been since you last… y’know… when you give it a sperm sample…”

Stacy raised an eyebrow.

“And you’re really just gonna take her word for it?”

Her doubts were pretty justified. Luna wasn’t what you’d call reliable; despite going to the same college as her roommates, she was often mistaken for a NEET on the rare occasions she was forced to go out in public. Which, between the hoodies, sweatpants, and lack of showers, was understandable. But when it came to biology, she seemed to know her stuff… Isaac, if possible, flushed even further.

 “No, I, uh, tested it myself, it’s pretty accurate…”

The next question caught Isaac very off-guard.

 “Awww, cute! Tell me… who were you thinking about when you blew that load? Me, or your little crush?~”

Isaac’s felt his cheeks heat up. He had been blushing before, but he knew that if he turned and looked in the mirror, his whole face would be beet-red.

 “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, I-”

 “Ohh? You think I haven’t noticed how you look at Ameliaaa?~” Stacy drew out the last syllable, clearly revelling in Isaac’s embarrassment. Amelia was their other roommate, and Isaac absolutely did nothave a crush on her. At all.

 “Th-that’s not… I’m not…” Isaac could barely get through his flustered denial before Stacy was cutting across him again.

 “Not that it really matters, because the really big question is… why didn’t you tell me about it?”

 Isaac thought back to the night before, in Amelia’s room. Weights were strewn across the floor, and a poster for a sports team Isaac couldn’t pretend to recognise was hung on the wall. He and Amelia were standing, while Luna slouched on the bed. On the sheets, lay three crumpled fifty dollar bills, and the reader, a small metallic probe with a digital readout to display the time since the last… ahem… anyway…

 “So, we’re all in agreement? Thirty days, no nutting, winner takes all,” Amelia smiled over at Isaac, who nodded nervously. If Stacy loomed over him in her heels, then Amelia towered, her muscular form barely hidden by the criss-crossing bandages from the mummy costume she’d worn to the Halloween party.

 “Sure, I get that, but why all the secrecy? Why’d we have to ditch the party early just to come back here and discuss it? Not that I’m complaining, I guess…” Luna lay back on the bed, her head hanging off the side. She hadn’t changed out of her ‘costume’ yet; really just her usual clothes, with a hockey mask that she was playing with while she talked.

 “Also not complaining,” Isaac added, still covering the embarrassing little bulge his sparkly red incubus costume had left him sporting all evening.

 “B-but yeah, why did you wanna leave early? Did we really need to ditch Stacy like that?”

 Amelia raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between the two of them like they were crazy.

 “Are you serious? You saw her at her party right? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her get that worked up before, and it was all from making those girls bust in their skirts! Trust me, she acts all cute and bubbly, but… deep down, that girl is a total sadist. She might not even really know it yet, but you can totally see it sometimes… so there is no way we can let her find out about this, ok girls?”

 “Gotcha.”

 “H-hey, I’m not a-!”

 “Alright, good!” Amelia smiled breezily.

 Isaac was about to speak up for himself, but at that point Luna had picked up a weight to fiddle with, and then dropped it straight on the floor with a loud thud, and then the conversation had turned to pranking Stacy… Isaac had almost forgotten about what Amelia had said. After all, Stacy could be a bit of a bully sometimes, but a sadist? No way, Stacy was too friendly and airheaded for that! But now, standing in this bathroom, with the way Stacy had been acting, and the vicious, hungrylook in her eye that she had as she waited for an answer… he was starting to get why Amelia had been so worried. Unfortunately, his little flashback hadn’t yielded any kind of convincing lie he could tell, so he fell back on the first thing that popped into his head.

 “O-oh, well, y’know, you don’t have a dick! So we didn’t think you’d be… uh… interested… y’know…?”

 “Uh huuuuh, right, that tooootally explains everything~” Stacy replied, not even pretending to be convinced. She took a step towards Isaac, and licked her lips again. Isaac felt his heart start to thud in his chest. What if she tried to squeeze the truth out of him? How far would she really be willing to go? She had been joking about dragging him into a stall… right…?

 “Well, don’t think I’m going to take this lying down, Isaac… you three ditched me, so that you could keep a secret from me? Sooo not cool…” she batted her eyelashes at him.

 “But I forgive you, Isaac, I promise I won’t make a big deal of this,” she turned, and headed for the door, striding with a lot more purpose than Isaac was comfortable with her having after a conversation like this. She turned, and winked.

 “See you when you get home, cutie~” and with that, she was gone.

 Isaac slumped against the sink, the tension of the situation slowly releasing as he turned back to the mirror to work on his makeup again.

 “Oh god, what have I done…” Isaac asked his reflection, weakly.

Stacy stepped into the pale autumn sun, and let out a shaky breath. What had gotten into her back there? She’d always enjoyed bullying Isaac, but that had been something else… had she really been offering to      fuck    him, right there?

Her heels clicked against the stone paths of the college as she headed to class. Fuck… something was going on with her, for sure. There was a tight knot of excitement in her stomach, and she didn’t even need to look to know that she was soaked. Something about the idea of all three of her roommates, needy and backed up for an entire month…

I mean… there’s nothing wrong with a little harmless teasing, right? Just to get back at them for ditching me at that party…  

 Totally. This wouldn’t get out of control at all. The cool air brushed her burning cheeks, and with a shaky hand, she fished her phone out of her handbag to do a little online outfit shopping when she got to class. She wouldn’t get carried away with this… right?

Ready for no nut November?