#stacy vihdale
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.
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
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…
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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…
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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
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?
Bored, frustrated, and super wound up from not getting any at the Halloween party, Stacy has gone home early! Her roommates are all still out, so she’s aaaaall alone in the dark, creaky apartment, and can’t stop herself from fantasising about what sorts of horrible monsters might be lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on a helpless girl…
Of course… she might not be alone in the apartment at all. Someone else might have decided to let themselves in…~
content warnings! (these are kinda spoilery, so only check these if you’re unsure about anything you see in the tags, and want to make an informed decision about whether to read! <3)
for this story i think the rubicon has been crossed into straight-up erotic horror, so if you get freaked out by (what i hope are) actual spooks and scares, you may wanna give it a miss. this one carries a noncon warning, but the most intense it gets is Stacy fantasising about noncon, nothing actually happens to her. there’s also a brief mention of a small amount of blood in one of these fantasies, as well as knotting.
happy reading! <3
Stacy Smith’s heels clacked against the tiles as she bounced down the corridor towards her apartment, humming tunelessly to herself. It was a chilly Halloween evening, and she was glad to be back inside, since the outfit she’d picked out was… well, it’d be generous to call it an outfit. A pink, pointy witch’s hat rested on top of her platinum blonde hair, and her body was criss-crossed by similarly coloured straps, which elaborately conspired to keep three scraps of pink fabric in place over her chest, and between her legs. The only other concession to modesty was a full-length, pink sparkly cape, which was too small to really cover her properly; when it was pulled tight, all it did was outline Stacy’s oversized, subtly enhanced tits, while leaving a generous and appealing window which revealed her bare belly and crotch.
The whole ensemble had seemed like a brilliant idea when Stacy came up with it; after all, the sorority Halloween party was the biggest event of Autumn. She wanted to have fun, and get laid! Besides, the outfit wouldn’t even be a problem if she could get a ride home with some cutie!
Unfortunately, she’d struck out. Repeatedly. Apparently there was such a thing as “too much”, and every single partygoer she’d tried to hit on had shuffled off to the bathroom with an embarrassing stain in their pants. Which, to be honest, Stacy had kinda enjoyed…
She produced a set of keys from who-knows-where, and let herself into the apartment. It was pretty nice, especially for four college kids, with a front room, and five doors leading to the bedrooms and the kitchen. They even had their own bathrooms!
The lights were off when Stacy got inside, so she flopped down on one of the couches in the dark. She thought about flipping on the TV to watch a terrible scary movie, but the remote was a little too far away, and she’d had a few too many drinks at the party to want to move.
Instead, she lay there for a while. Stacy had lost track of her roommates at the party; Amelia had been flirting with a crowd of girls near the bar the last time she’d seen her, getting the bandages from her mummy costume slowly unwrapped by a bunch of giggling bimbos, who discovered to their delight that the cocky, hung, muscular girl was commando underneath them.
Isaac, meanwhile, had suffered a critical wardrobe malfunction with his demon outfit, which had come out a lot more sparkly and skintight than it had looked in the pictures. The poor guy was slim and feminine at the best of time, but hiding his adorably tiny bulge (and gropable ass) was next to impossible in that getup, and the last time Stacy had seen him, he’d been cornered by a group of older girls, who were doting on him in the most embarrassing way possible.
She had no idea where Luna had gotten to; she’d been against going to the party in the first place, and had been more or less dragged by the others, and her only concession to the costuming had been a slasher mask over her usual stained sweatpants and hoodie.
It seemed as if none of them were back yet… Stacy’s mind started to wander. All alone, in this dark, empty apartment, on Halloween…
Her hands, covered by elbow-length pink gloves, started to wander downward, and she tugged the scant piece of fabric covering her crotch to the side. She had been really looking forward to getting some tonight, and while all that teasing had been fun, it had left her high and dry… well, that might not be quite the right expression.
Stacy dipped her hand down, and squirmed. Fuck. She hadn’t realised she was that wet… it was a wonder there hadn’t been a stain in her outfit. Moving her hand in slow circles, she couldn’t help thinking about what might be lurking in the shadows. She was completely defenceless… if there was some sort of terriblemonsterhiding out in here, she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it…
Her heart beat faster. Some latex-clad vampire vixen, ready to hypnotise Stacy and leave her a drooling, mindless slave, leaning in for a kiss only to sink those cute little fangs into her, pulling back with a single line of red running down her chin… or, fuck, maybe a werewolf with a knot the size of her fist, all pent-up and desperate and ready to breed…
Or maybe, she thought, as her breath quickened and a knot of excited, shameful dread tightenedl in the pit of her stomach, some creep is in here already, and he just saw a cute, defenceless girl lay down on the couch and start rubbing herself stupid, and now he’s thinking that he can do whatever he wants to her, and she’ll probablylikeit…
Just as Stacy was getting lost in that little fantasy, there was a sudden clattering noise from somewhere else in the apartment. Stacy’s hand clamped over her mouth, while her legs snapped shut. She held her breath. Fuck. Was someone actually in here? Were they… watching her?
Stacy should have been terrified, and she really was. But… at the same time…
She didn’t move from where she was, still reclining on the couch in her costume. Heck, she didn’t even try to cover herself with the cape. Instead, her hand started to trace slow, careful circles again…
Jeez… I’m such a fucking freak… she whined inwardly, struggling not to roll her hips. She was shaking, the momentary shot of fear making every thrum of pleasure from between her legs more intense… she should really stop, and go and check on that noise, but…it was probably nothing.
Or maybe whatever it was will come to check on me first…
It was the same kind of thrill Stacy got from watching old, cheesy slasher movies late at night, but that feeling was little more than an echo of what she was experiencing now. Being helpless and vulnerable felt so good, and Stacy moaned into her gloved hand as, unbidden, images of someone sinister in the shadows, wearing some tacky mask, and watching her every move came to mind.
Come onnn… come and get me… I’m right here… just use meeee…
Stacy had almost immediately forgotten about the actual, real-world noise she’d heard, far too caught up in fantasising about imaginary slasher movie villains to pay it any more thought.
Creak.
And just like that, Stacy was snapped straight back to reality. Holy shit. Was that a-
Creak.
Footstep.
Someone was actually in here. Someone was fucking in here, and they were creeping towards her. Stacy tried to stay still, but she was shaking more than ever now. It was almost pitch dark. Maybe they hadn’t seen her? Maybe they’d just… go away…?
Creak.
Or keep coming straight towards her. Fuck. Stacy’s heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest.
Stacy tried. She really tried. This situation was serious now. She had to do something. But the fact was… well…
She was sooo fucking wet right now…
Every moment she expected the danger and adrenaline to snap her out of it, but instead she was so wired that just holding her hand against her drooling, greedy cunt felt incredible. So incredible that she almost didn’t catch it when the footsteps stopped.
Right behind the sofa she was lying on. Stacy’s eyes widened as a dark, imperceptible mass loomed over her.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck-
She couldn’t make out a single detail of the person’s face. But then, did that mean they could see her? She was lying on the couch, so maybe she’d just blend into that.
They reached down. Stacy’s heartbeat was deafening as their hand came closer and closer, almost, barely-
Their finger brushed Stacy’s hip. Stacy suppressed a shudder, struggling with an insane urge to lean into that touch. Although a distant part of her wondered why their hand had felt so weird… and then it hit her in a flash.
They were wearing gloves. Nice, thick, fingerprint-obscuring gloves.
Shiiiiit… I have to move… I have to…
But she couldn’t. Stacy was scared stiff, and could do nothing but lie there and try not to whimper, as those hands moved up from her hips, tracing a line up from her belly to…
No way… seriously?
Stacy’s nipples were obviously poking through the fabric of her outfit, and when the intruder’s hands sank into the soft flesh of her tits, they ached desperately.
Stacy’s eyes rolled back. Fuck. This was… this was too much… if he kept groping her like this she’d…
And then just like that, the hands pulled back. Stacy couldn’t even use this chance to catch her breath; she was too scared to remove her hand from her mouth. But still, maybe they were done! Maybe she’d be-
Creak.
No.
Creak.
Murmurs and whispers from somewhere else in the room… Stacy couldn’t catch a lot, but she heard the word “couch”.
Creak.
Nonono…
Two more sets of footsteps moving across the room towards her.
Stacy had to get up. She had to run, now.
But the only thing she could properly move was… her hand.
Stacy whimpered helplessly, but she couldn’t stop herself. It just felt too good.
As the others moved in, and she was completely surrounded, Stacy squeezed her eyes shut, and pushed down on her clit with her thumb.
The most powerful orgasm of Stacy’s life hit her like a freight train. In a way, that was actually kinda lucky; Stacy was a bit of a screamer, but as her eyes snapped open and rolled back, and her body felt like it was being electrified, it was so intense that she couldn’t even make a sound. She couldn’t see for sure, but she felt like she was squirting, and Stacy was distantly glad that the couches were faux-leather, at least. As it was, her thighs were soaked, and her glove was thoroughly ruined. Squirming and writhing and shaking the whole time, she was the picture of total vulnerability, totally defenceless…
Stacy didn’t know how long she spent drowning in pure, fear-induced ecstasy, but when her body finally started winding down, and her eyes refocused, she slumped, exhausted, as all strength left her. She could almost have passed out right there, despite the terrible danger, when one of the shadowy forms standing behind the sofa leaned over to another, and spoke.
“Hey, I thought you said Stacy was striking out? Shouldn’t she be back by now?”
Stacy couldn’t help it. She knew that voice.
“Isaac??”
“Aaaaahh!!”
All three of the figures jumped back, at least one of them fell over, and this time Stacy found enough breath to join in with the screaming. The next thirty seconds were a panicky, fumbling mess, during which time Stacy tugged her panties back into place, and stuffed her soaked glove down the back of the couch to hide it. By the time the lights were flicked on, everyone was on their feet.
Amelia, Luna, and Isaac stood in a row, sheepishly fidgeting with their costumes. Luna was indignantly rubbing her butt.
“Uhh… surprise!” Amelia tried, and Isaac even tried to accompany her with jazz hands, which was cute (especially with his mittens on), if unhelpful.
“So… you three were waiting in here to scare me?” Stacy guessed, her arms folded under her tits.
“Well, we came back a bit earlier to discuss- ow!” Luna started, before Amelia reached over and punched the girl on the arm.
Stacy raised an eyebrow.
“To discuss what?”
“N-nothing!” Isaac interjected.
“I… you know what, I’m too tired to care, I’m wiped,” Stacy lied, making a mental note to corner Isaac and get some answers out of him later.
“Yeah, I guess you must be. You might have said something when you heard we were in here, were you passed out on the sofa or something? You didn’t look like you were drinking thatmuch,” Amelia said, cocking her head.
Stacy’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly moved her one ungloved hand behind her back.
“I, uh, just needed to lie down for a few minutes! Speaking of which, goodnight!” she turned, and hastily retreated towards her room, before pausing, and turning around, one hand on her chin, and the other on her bare hip.
“Wait a minute… if you were just waiting in the living room to scare me, what was with all the groping around on the couch?” she asked.
“Sorry, I uh… kinda lost my phone, and I was checking to see if it had fallen between the couch cushions,” Isaac replied. There was a moment of silence, and then the penny dropped. Isaac’s face went from his usual slightly embarrassed blush to entirely bright red, almost the same colour as all of the lipstick marks that had been left on him by the girls at the party.
“W-w-w-wait, I-”
“Ohhh, so that explains why you were asking us if we’d gotten some new couch cushions when you came back into the room,” Amelia smirked.
“Mhmm, you were talking about how soft and squishy they were…” Luna chimed in, giving Isaac a lazy smile.
“I-I, aaahhh, fuck, I-I’m so sorry Stacy, I thought it felt weird but I still had my gloves on so I- I didn’t mean to-”
“Don’t worry about it,” Stacy shot Isaac a wink, and bent over, making sure to show off her tits as best as possible.
“But you know, if you wanted to cop a feel, you only had to ask…”
Isaac did his best impression of a computer crashing, and fled to his room, covering a very obvious little bulge in his costume. The others laughed too, but Stacy was pleased to note the very obvious stain that was forming halfway down Luna’s thigh in her sweatpants, and that Amelia was disturbing her costume all on her own now as her cock twitched involuntarily…
Normally, she would have delighted at the opportunity to be a total teasing slut, but Stacy had already tired herself out (and also wanted to flee the scene before anyone started asking questions about the veryobvious wet patch on the couch). So she continued on to her room, giving her other roommates a devilish smirk as she disappeared into the darkness…
aww shit, here we go again, three year streak of getting a completed Halloween story out on time!
for this one, i wanted to dig back into an existing character! long-time readers might recognise the protaganist of this one as being from Under Lock and Key, another story about Stacy putting herself into sexually risky and dangerous situations for the sheer thrill of it! don’t worry though, this is both a prequel, and has very little connective tissue to that story besides Stacy herself, so if you haven’t read that, you should be fine!
you also might be thinking, “Jane, you went to a lot of trouble to give us the layout of the apartment, and names, roommates and basic personalities for all the roommates, but they didn’t factor a whole lot into this story! what gives?” well, uh…
surprise! this story is going to lead directly into a No Nut November fic that I’ll be posting across the course of the next month. it’s gonna feature all the same characters as this story, and will kinda get into why, by the time we get to Under Lock and Key, Stacy is as much of a sadist as she is…~
i hope y'all enjoyed this one! let me know what you think of it!! happy halloweeeeeen <3
