December or Bust: Chapter 2

December or Bust: Chapter 2 - November 6th

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, pounding her 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 bitchmeat that 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 Slutbreaker brand...

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..."

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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 mated herself 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 weight that 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...~

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"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 was so 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~