Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Cum Contest:5

"Megan, that's you," | said. | expected her to express sfrustration, but instead Megan just gave a little post-

orgasm shiver, then gave the room a grin. Using the little string, she pulled the egg out of herself. It was still

buzzing, angrily. "Well, that was lovely," Megan said as she slowly stood, pinching her prodigious tit one last

time. To my surprise, she wasn't disappointed that she'd lost. In fact, she seemed inordinately pleased with

herself. "We have to do that again sometime."

Megan dropped the egg on the counter, waved goodbye to the rest of the girls, and walked right out of our

apartment, humming a little tune to herself. That was another rule. Once you were out, you were out. It was too

easy for the women to tank each other if they stayed.

As the door closed behind Megan, | took stock of the situation. The setting on the eggs was up to seven. | still

had roughly twenty minutes left to catch the four other friends. Based on how the women were all reacting now,

| wasn't all that worried. The vibrators were doing their jobs, yes. But the room's reaction to Megan's obvious

orgasm was clearly even more exciting.

Kelly sat forward, white knuckled and panting heavily. My roommate's face was wet with sweat. Grace rocked

back and forth in her chair, looking anywhere but at me. Her pinkish face was rapidly losing color. Abby was

biting down on her lip so hard | worried she might draw blood. The muscles around her neck were taught as

bowstrings. Devon kept twitching in place. The cute girl made cute little squeaks with every breath.

But it was more than that. I'd expected that the vibrations would get the girls off, but | hadn't counted on the

fact that sitting and watching each other cclose to cumming would be such a turn-on. | noticed them

glancing at each other and quickly looking away, like just the sight could send them to heaven.

The little sounds they all made were also incredible. Even though nothing was overt, obviously, the tiny mewls

and gasps were quite enough to get each other worked up. Even the smell of the room, it reeked of sex, had to

be helping them along. I'm not sure we could have devised a better torture chamber. Everything around them

was encouraging the women to let loose, but that was the one thing they weren't allowed to do.

The only question in my mind at that moment, was who was going over the top next. Again, my bet was on

Devon. | knew she wasn't a virgin; she'd had a serious high school boyfriend once upon a time. But, from the way

she talked about sex, she might as well have been. | doubted the petite blonde woman had ever used a toy

before that day. Part ofwondered if she'd ever even had an orgasm. If Devon did cum, | had no doubt she

would be unable to conceal it.

But if Devon didn't do the deed, then certainly Kelly was quickly coming up. My roommate, despite her earlier

protestations, could be quite vocal. Living with her for two years had taughtthat (she would say that she was

faking it in those instances, but | was dubious). Certainly, Kelly was the kind of girl who had a deep passion for a

lot of things, and sex was on that list. The athletic girl -- perched on her chair like it might detonate while also

gripping the armrests like they were the one thing in the room that wouldn't -- sure looked close to an explosion.

Though if Kelly didn't keel over, | was pretty sure Grace was going to soon. Sure, the redhead was always so

professional and perfect. But, to me, that only made her ability to hold it together all the more fragile. Someone

like Kelly, rough and tumble, could take it when things went bad. Grace was more like a porcelain vase, likely to

shatter at the slightest provocation. The way she shook on her chair -- her face pale, eyes flitting back and forth -

- toldshe could break at any moment.

And even if Grace didn't go off, | knew | could rely on Abby to amount to something. The cerebral blonde woman

was Supergirl when it cto solving equations, but actual, physical activity was her kryptonite. It meant that

while Abby could crush us all on Jeopardy!, her own body was a total mystery. | had no doubt that self-control

was something she wasn't practiced at. So even though she looked (relatively) calm -- sitting almost deathly still

in her chair -- | was sure Abby was about showher o-face.

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The sound rippedout of my reverie. | looked over and saw it had cfrom Grace. | hadn't even increased

the vibration on the eggs, but thad done the job for me.

| was used to the strait-laced woman who always acted so perfectly composed. Now, her red hair was splayed

out everywhere. Her back was arched, her tits pointing out, lewdly. Her whole body started to shake like a

seizure. Then, suddenly, Grace froze. Stopped in mid-movement. Like someone had pressed her pause button.

Her eyes went uncannily empty. A long, strangled gasp escaped her lips.

Then, like her strings had been cut, Grace dropped back into her chair. She eyed us all, nervously, as

consciousness seeped back.

"Grace," | said.

"Dammit," the redhead said. | don't think I'd ever heard her curse before. She stood up, unsteady on her legs,

and dragged the egg out of herself. "The vibration was bad enough," she said, then giggled in a way that was so

out of character, | wondered if she'd been possessed. "The watching made it way worse though."

Grace cover toand rested an unsteady hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks for this," she said, genuinely, then gavea quick kiss on the cheek. | reached to take the egg out of

her other hand, but she pulled it away. "I think I'll keep this for a while," she said, pocketing the toy with a saucy

grin. The door closed behind her soon afterward.

With that, only Kelly, Abby, and Devon were left. Now that Megan had made her way out and Grace had gone

down, | could tell the women were redoubling their efforts to keep things under control. The three of them all

shifted in their seats, almost like giving themselves a new start. There were a couple of deep breaths and some

clearing of throats.

The gwas on.