I ruined No Nut November

Title: “The Committee for Nut Consumption’s Unexpected Sacrifice”

The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, its golden rays illuminating the quaint, sleepy town of Nutville. While most residents were still snuggled in their beds, one house stood out as an uncharacteristic beacon of activity. Inside, the members of the Committee for Nut Consumption (CNC) were stir-crazy, pacing around their meeting room like caged animals.

“We’re only on DAY SIX!” whined Billy, a lanky teen with a mop of sandy hair. “I don’t know if I can last the whole month without jerking off. It’s like my balls are gonna explode!”

“We all agreed to this challenge, Billy,” reproached Lila, the committee’s no-nonsense leader. “No Nut November is our duty to the town. Nutville’s nut population is out of control, and it’s our job to curb the demand.”

“How much longer till tea time?” interrupted Density, a shapely blonde stunner with more enthusiasm than brains. “I’m so bored, I could scream!”

Suddenly, the door burst open, and a red-faced Cookie rushed in. “Y’all better get down here! There’s some kind of crazy video going viral, and it’s gonna ruin November for all of us!”

The committee members rushed downstairs to find Cookie’s laptop displaying a grainy, point-of-view video. The cinematography was shaky, but the starlet was unmistakable – it was Density!

In the video, Density was shamelessly bouncing on someone’s cock, her pigtails flying and her perky tits jiggling. “Mmm, fuck me harder!” she demanded. “I love your big, fat nut-maker!”

The camera flashed to a close-up of the lucky stud’s straining dick sliding in and out of Density’s gaping poonani. Pearls of pre-cum glistened on his shaft, threatening to break at any moment.

The footage then cut to Density slurping on the fella’s manhood, her long tongue flicking across his sensitive glans. “Feed me your jizz, Daddy!” she pleaded, eyes begging.

Finally, the money shot: Density taking a massive facial, milky ropes of semen painting her beautiful face and tits. The video ended with the giggly blonde mopping up the creamy mess into her mouth, smacking her lips in glee.

“Oh my fucking god,” sputtered Lila, slamming the laptop shut. “DENSITY, I figured you for a lot of things, but an incel pizza-porn fiend?!”

“This… this is beyond comprehension,” stuttered Billy, his hand already reaching for his straining bulge. “Why would she do this to us?!”

Cookie nodded knowingly. “Um, guys? No offense, but the video’s still on half the country’s screens. Maybe we should lower our expectations for the rest of November…”

The committee members filed out of the room, despair written across their faces. The dream was over. They might as well take the rest of the month off – there was no way on Earth they could keep from busting a nut after that NSFW showcase.

Blankly, they shuffled to the kitchen, where a fresh pot of tea awaited them. Billy reached for a mug, but stopped short. Hanging on the cupboard door was a vintage calendar featuring wholesome images of nut farming, nut grinding, and nut harvesting.

He pointed a shaky finger at the calendar. “Guys… May I remind you: NOVEMBER ended YESTERDAY.”

The members turned to each other, then broke into hysterical laughter. “We’ve been counting down to DECEMBER!” howled Lila. “With all this angsty bullshit about No Nut, we’ve forgotten what we were waiting for in the first place!”

In unison, they tore off the November calendar page, letting it flutter to the floor. With renewed vigor, they eagerly dug into the tea and cookies waiting for them.

As the committee members sipped and snacked, a new sense of purpose took hold. “We’ve been too hard on ourselves,” mused Lila. “Maybe we don’t need another No Nut November to save our town. What if we focused more on nutrition and self-care for bareback sex instead of just abstinence?”

Billy nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I think I know how we can start. Come on, I’ll show you!”

He led them upstairs, where a stack of boxes waited by the door. “Fellahs, I’ve got a lead on some vintage ‘It’s Okay to Come’ merchandise! How about we open these babies up, study up on safe wanking techniques, and prepare to go out and spread the good news?!”

The committee members cheered as Billy ripped open the boxes. Inside were plush dick-shaped pillows, graphic novels about afternoon wanks, and t-shirts reading “Big Nut Energy”. The motto on each item seemed to be “stroke, don’t choke”!

Together, they set to work marking up a new calendar for the rest of the year. In December, there would be a “Hands On” workshop. January brought “Old Spunk Week”. February was declared “Nutty Love Month”. And so on.

In truth, the committee had merely fallen victim to something all teens experience: premature incubation. But now, armed with a new set of attitudes toward their erections, they were ready to help the town get back on track, one jizz-packed wank at a time.

As the town woke up to a fresh new day, it was clear that the Committee for Nut Consumption had declared a new mission. The Baby Nut Fridays would continue. But it was time to bring out the big guns, and relieve some pressure in the process. The town was covered in jizz, and it was finally OK to come.