“It’s not losing NNN if I cum on your cock, right?” [F] [FM] [F24]

Some of you play NNN. Some of you play NNN on [hard mode](https://reddit.com/r/nonutnovemberhardmode). But Emmanuel played NNN on the hardest mode, and I broke him.

I think NNN is misguided. Studies have shown that [“a wide range of better psychological and physiological health indices are associated specifically with penile–vaginal intercourse”](https://doi.org/10.1111/j.1743-6109.2009.01677.x), which imply that instead of not masturbating for the whole of November, you should be lining up to have sex with women (preferably me) for your physical, mental, and emotional well-being.

And that’s why I’ve been breaking men for the whole month. Yesterday I broke Emmanuel’s streak. I met Emmanuel in one of my lectures, and he asked me for my number because I looked like the sort of person who studies a lot.

1) That is true
2) That is also mildly racist, seeing as I’m a Chinese woman in the middle of London

But I never turn down opportunities to study. Hell, we didn’t even fuck the first time we studied. I only made the first move a few weeks back in October, and come November, I mostly respected his wishes to not engage in sexual intercourse. But I’m a brat, and the B in brat stands for Bitch, so I had to tease Em. We studied in the quietest nooks and crannies of the campus library and he quickly learned that I wasn’t a fan of underwear or sitting demurely. Last week we studied in his room on his bed, and I spent most of it with my hand or one of my legs rested on his thigh. The way his precum soaked through his boxer briefs was just so hot. I masturbated to that thought for like a week straight. Like, I was having a healthy amount of sex, but the more he refused to even let me jack him off, the more I wanted it.

So last week, I put my plan into action. I started pushing the boundaries. I sent Em a nude and asked for constructive criticism. I made him piggyback me from the library to the bus stop. I asked him if he edges himself to porn and we watched some porn together. By the end of the week, he was calling my bluff.

“If you keep teasing me, you’re gonna have to put out.”

“Am I teasing you?”

“No? Then why’s my hand on your butt?”

Ah right, he was piggybacking me again.

I laughed and placed my mouth next to his ear.

“Would you like me to?”

I could hear the little gears clicking in his NNN-addled brain. I cooed, “Turn around then, we can head back to your place.”

He turned around.

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There were ground rules, of course. We were just making out. I was just sitting on Em’s lap. I even wore my emergency panties so I wouldn’t leave a wet stain on his thigh. To remain OSHA-compliant, I insisted on placing his hands on my hips. It would be bad if I slipped and fell off his lap.

After some time, it occurred to us that *I* was soaking through my panties. I might have been edging with my [fidget toy](https://www.reddit.com/r/stupidslutsclub/comments/twzf1g/f24_the_neurodivergent_urge_to_fidget_with_my/) while studying, but it wasn’t my intention to leave a stain.

“You should pull your jeans down so I don’t make a mess on them. I’m only gonna get wetter.”

“Fine.”

The jeans came off, and I could see the delightful wet spot on Em’s underwear. I ground myself against it, pressing my weight into it.

“You have such a nice cock,” I whispered between kisses. “I love feeling it under me.”

Did he get harder? It doesn’t sound anatomically possible, but it’s hard to quibble with the empirical reality of his cock pressing against my clit.

“I know you don’t want to cum, and I totally understand that, but can I cum?”

The kissing slowed momentarily. Just grinding, I promised. I wouldn’t even take off his underwear. I babbled some flimsy excuse. I overslept, I didn’t have time for my morning orgasm, it would have been really fucking inappropriate to cum in a seminar with only 10 students and a female professor, et cetera.

I disentangled myself from his lap and pulled off my panties, discarding them somewhere in his room.

“It feels so much better like this,” I assured him, placing his hands back on my hips. I was a lascivious slut, and when I’m this needy, I’m *talkative*.

“It’s hard to resist you like this, you know. Just a thin layer of fabric between us.”

I came quickly, moaning into Em’s ear as I pressed my crotch down on the head of his cock. Dimly, a part of me thought about stopping, but she was soon outvoted and silenced by my pussy.

“Can I pull your cock out a little? Just a little,” I asked, even as my hands were reaching down to his crotch. True to my word, I fished out his cock, where it had been pressed against his now-sticky thigh.

“Listen. Can you hear how wet I am? How wet we are?”

Finally, Em spoke. He croaked out a yes. I kissed him back, smiling into it. “Don’t you love how we sound?”

Soon, I was about to cum.

“*Em*, can I cum?”

His grip on my hips tightened. I could see the sweat starting to form on his brow.

“Can I cum with your cock in me?” I clarified, upon realizing I had swallowed half the words at the end of my sentence. I elaborated on my request persuasively and listed out a few reasons in quick succession.

1) I was wet enough that he would slide right in.

2) I missed the feeling of his cock.

3) It’s just for a few seconds, surely he wouldn’t cum. Right?

“Are you sure?” he asked. I lifted myself up, and Em pulled his underwear down. I straddled his hips, my hand over his hand as we guided his cock into me.

It was exactly as I thought. We were *dripping* with desire and I sighed contently. I pressed myself down, hungrily getting every last millimeter of his cock into me. I could feel his pulse through his cock.

“I won’t move, I won’t move,” I promised. “Just hold me close? I just want to be close when I cum.”

I also wanted him to be close when he came. I could hear it in his breathing, but he wasn’t pulling me off him.

“You know what I was thinking about the whole of last week? The wet spot you left on your boxers. Spent the whole week thinking about you jerking off for me. When this is all over, can I spend Wednesday with you? I want you to empty yourself into my pussy on the stroke of midnight.”

“Definitely,” he said, for the first time since I took his jeans off.

“Have you been edging yourself to me?”

There was a brief pause, before Em nodded. It wasn’t something he had admitted to previously, but I do tend to encourage my fwbs to jerk off to me.

I knew I had him, hook line and sinker. I could feel him thrusting against me softly. He wasn’t gonna stop even if his parents kicked in the door. There was nearly 4 weeks of pent up sexual frustration waiting to blow, and all I had to do was reel him in.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna count down from 10 alright?”

Some of you who are on /r/gonewildaudio know what I’m doing. I started fucking myself on his cock, giving him that little bit of stimulation he needed, even as I tried to match his orgasm. By the time I hit 3, I was pretty sure he was on the verge of cumming.

I dragged out the last count, making sure I was close, before finally allowing myself to cum. I moaned into Em’s ear, crying out in joy as I felt him pull my hips into his crotch. There was so much cum. He must have been cumming for at least 30 seconds straight.

Finally, he loosened his grip on my hips.

“Damn, so much for just kissing huh.”

———–

Em was super apologetic, of course, as if he was the mastermind behind this whole operation. I reassured him. “It was my idea, don’t worry.”

Honestly, how would anybody resist me? I’m a temptress. It was over the moment I started to make out with him.

“But now that you’ve broken your NNN streak, why don’t we continue? You might as well empty your balls into me.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z7bdcs/its_not_losing_nnn_if_i_cum_on_your_cock_right_f