My first No Nut November has been extraordinarily tough, to say the least. With one week left to go, my purple balls feel (and look) like large plums in my pants, heavy-hanging, pulling my cock toward the ground, and making me aware of them every moment of every day. My cock, for its part, isn’t helping me out either, constantly at least semi-hard and drooling over thoughts I am helpless to avoid.

Sometimes they aren’t thoughts at all (sometimes a cool breeze will blow my pants across the inside of my thigh, and up it rises again, sometimes skyward in the most inopportune moments.

I have, at this point, avoided going to Target at all costs where all the MILFs sip their coffees and fill their yoga pants with more ass than should be hauled around in one place at one time. The last time I went to Target, in fact, there was an incident. I was walking down the book aisle when a fat-bottomed and perfectly-built blonde dropped a book and bent over in front of me to pick it up. Her white yoga pants were stretched so tightly over her large bottom that they had become somewhat see-through, and I spotted the dark crevasse of her crack and stumbled sideways to avoid bumping into her. What a disaster that might have been!

Anyway, it’s what happened later that day that consumes me and keeps my brain in a constant state of mush.

When I got home that afternoon, I decided to take a walk to control my thoughts and get a bit of fresh air. I knew that if I went into my house at that moment, my No Nut November would quickly come to an end.

I started off down the street, and within a minute or two I was around the bend to where I knew an extremely hot MILF lived. I was half relieved and half disappointed when I found she wasn’t in the driveway, or at least out in the garage with the door open.

Then something caught my eye, something out of a dream (or a nightmare, depending on how you look at it). The blinds were partially opened in one of her windows, and I swore I could make out a bare flank in the bright lights of what looked to be a bathroom.

I couldn’t help myself. I moved closer, my heart pounding in my chest, my whole body shaking, pretending to be on the phone and acting like I had some sort of business being in her yard.

I sidled up to the window, made sure the coast was clear, and I leaned in toward the open blinds. What I saw inside caused my heart to thud so heavily that my breath caught, and I flew back out of sight.

My neighbor had been naked, seemingly preparing for a bath, and the moment I looked in the window, she had bent over to pick something up off the floor, and I saw her from behind in all her glory (the image of her dark brown, half-dollar sized butthole that still consumes my daydreams).

When I leaned back to take another look, we met eye to eye. Perhaps she had sensed me there behind her. She was standing in the same spot, but now faced the window, and I couldn’t have taken more than an instant to survey her perky pink tits before I turned and hauled my own ass back out into the street. Heart pounding beyond belief, I ran, my feet slapping the pavement as fast as I could move them. I heard a door open behind me, and then a female voice yelled, “Stop!”

I kept running.

She screamed again. This time her voice took on a shrill, high-pitched note, “I know where you live!”

I stopped in the street, panting. I had been caught, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn and face her.

“Come back here,” she said, not so loudly as before. She didn’t have to; she had my undivided attention now. I slowly turned and walked back toward her house, watching my feet move one in front of the other.

Finally, when I was back on her grass, I looked up and saw her standing there on her front porch (shamelessly), her taut body wrapped in a soft white towel. She bit her bottom lip with what looked like lust.

“Come in,” she said as I neared her porch. “If you don’t, I’ll call the cops.”

I entered her living room through the open front door, and she entered and closed the door behind us.

Just a few days ago, I had been craning my neck to get a better glimpse of her as I drove by and saw her playing with her kids out in the driveway. Now, I was in her living room.

“I’ve seen you,” she said.

“I’ve seen you, too,” I said, and then blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I did,” she said. “In your bathroom. You always leave your windows open.”

My mind raced. What had she seen?

“I saw your balls,” she said. “They’re really big.”

“How--” I started, but she continued before I could finish.

“It looked like you were getting into a bath. I was walking by on the street.” She let her towel fall to the floor at her ankles and approached me.

“I’m doing No Nut November,” I blurted, and then felt like a complete fool.

She stopped. “Well, no wonder your nuts are so big.” She grabbed a firm fistful of my meat in her right hand, through my pants, and kneaded it gently. “I bet you’d like to bust a nut, wouldn’t you, big boy?”

That is, in fact, the only thing in the world I wanted.

Naked at my feet, she asked me to kick off my shoes, then proceeded to unbutton my pants and jerk both them and my underwear down to my ankles. My cock pointed straight into the air from its already erect state, and my neighbor laughed. “I can see this isn’t going to take long.”

I watched her voluptuous ass from above as she knelt before me and helped me step out of my pants and socks. She placed her warm hands up under my shirt, on both sides of my ribs, as she slowly rose, running her smooth hands up my body and pulling my shirt off over my head. Then she kissed me, delicately, but with some assertion, and I found it to be the single sexiest thing I had ever experienced in my life.

She softly bit my lower lip and took my low-hanging plums in her right hand. “They’re heavy,” she said between her teeth, weighing them.

With her left hand and almost no grip at all, she slid the warm sheath of her palm up and down my hard shaft. She played around in my precum with her fingers and used the lubricant to gently stroke me. “Tell me if it’s too much,” she said. “Your cock head is the size of my fist.”

I moaned.

Before I knew it, she was on all fours like a bitch in heat, telling me to “Climb on if you think you can handle it.” Her pussy lips were naturally peeled back to either side, revealing her tight pink slit, and I could see that she was already as wet as I was.

I kept both feet flat on the carpet, but squatted down so that I could get at her wet slit and hump her without losing any leverage. I wanted to get at her good and hard. I was surprised when she reached back between her legs and grabbed my plums as I went to town on her, shagging with animalistic vigor. “I want you to spew,” she said aggressively. “Spray that nut, baby!”

“Fuck yes,” I moaned.

I was at the edge (probably two pumps from shooting off inside her) when she pulled off of me and laughed.

“Now that’s edging,” she said, my cock dripping both of our viscous fluids down onto the carpet.

“I need to finish!” I whined.

“In your dreams,” she said, sending me out the door to dress hunkered down on her front porch with cars driving by.

Like I said, my first No Nut November has been incredibly tough. I am currently brushing my teeth to go to bed, the incident I just described having happened five long days ago. I am ready to kiss this stupid challenge good-bye, and while I won’t physically milk the nut from my bulging plums, I will tempt fate.

I have decided to put the satin sheets on my bed that I had been saving for December 1, and sleep naked tonight.

Whatever will be will be.

When my head hits the pillow, I writhe around, the sensuous feel of the satin against my skin causing my cock to reach its full potential once again and pout its viscous precum from all I’ve put it through this month.

I fall asleep rather quickly.

But that’s not the end.

“In your dreams…” my neighbor had said as her pussy had slipped off the head of my cock and closed over the tip, leaving its parting kiss to linger there.

My dream:

My MILF neighbor stood straddling me, her ankles gripping the outsides of my buttocks, as I lay on my back on her living room carpet.

My cock was rock hard, and she sat on it, feeling much tighter now as she slid down onto me, impaling herself, my cock still slippery from our previous encounter.

“How’s that, big boy?” She panted, still sliding down my shaft, and finally coming to rest her fat bottom onto my bulging balls.

“Ohh,” I groaned. “You’re so tight.”

“Where do you think you are right now?”

I didn’t quite understand her question, but I looked down to where she sat on me, and saw her lift the hood of her clit, pulling upward, and revealing the empty wet pink slit of her vagina.

I groaned a guttural animal groan and nutted—I had never felt anything like it before—(A good eighteen hot wet spurts, one after the other—They just kept coming!)—I sprayed them thick and long, highly pressurized ropes, way up there where the sun don’t shine, as she gripped my thighs with the insides of her knees and squealed and squirted a few shots of her own all over my chest and face.

I woke up in a puddle on the morning of November 24 and didn’t give a shit.