Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Cum Contest:3

The next week passed swiftly. I expected Kelly to hector me the whole time, but instead, she acted like nothing had happened. Again, I wondered if maybe she'd decided to forget the whole thing. But when Sunday rolled back around, she spent the whole morning reminding me that we were skipping our usual brunch so that I could give her all my money. "You're an idiot," she told me, flat out.

"We'll see," I said, giving her a playful wink.

The intervening time had given me time to collect my supplies, but also to seriously rethink what I'd agreed to. Not the bet, exactly. I was strangely confident I'd win, though I can't say where that conviction came from.

In one way or another, I'd known each of these women for a long time. Our relationships had always been completely platonic. I thought of the girls as more than friends, closer to family. They didn't comprise our entire group -- there were other outlying friends of both sexes, various boyfriends and girlfriends, that sort of thing -- but the five women, Shawn, and myself were the core. That's also the way I thought of my group of friends, as well: core. They were the central, most important part of my life.

I know it's weird to have my social group be almost completely composed of the opposite sex and not have any of them be a former girlfriend or whatever. It could be a pain sometimes. I felt left out of a lot of conversations and I had a few ex- girlfriends who absolutely couldn't handle the setup. But for the most part, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Did I find the women attractive? Of course. Kelly, Megan, Abby, Devon, and Grace were each quite beautiful and often very sexy. There were weeks where I'd be crushing on one or the other, but I kept it all to myself. Our friendships were too important to me to risk losing. Also, they were all part of a package deal. If things went wrong with one of them, I would lose all of them. That kind of risk was enough to keep me from gambling.

Thus, the stakes for that Sunday were impossibly high -- well beyond the money we'd all agreed to bet against each other. It was a stupid game, I knew, and I kept waiting for someone to step in the way of things. But, like an avalanche, once things started going, stopping it seemed impossible. All there was to do was stare up at the disaster I'd wrought and hope nothing got too damaged.

When the time arrived, I setup the five folding chairs, all facing away from the TV, and pushed the rest of our furniture out of the way. The women arrived together, which made things less awkward. Sort of. Kelly set out drinks and that helped normalize our situation even more.

Finally, once everyone was seated and eyeing me expectantly, I explained how everything was going to work.

"This is the challenge," I said, "This will decide the argument of whether women make noises during sex. Each of you will get one of these." I held up the egg-shaped vibrator. "I get the controls. We'll set the timer for thirty minutes. You can cum as many times as you want during that time, but you must do it silently. If I can tell you're having an orgasm -- if I call you out -- you lose. Last one standing wins the cash. If you all go out, and you will, the money is mine." We'd agreed that it would cost five-hundred dollars to get into the game. I knew, for some of the women, that was not a trivial amount of money. That was the point though, to really have to risk something. Otherwise, no one would take it seriously. Plus, who could turn down the opportunity to win three grand? Hell, that was two months' rent for most of us.

do would sink in and the women would start to have second thoughts. Instead, the only thing the

hand me the three grand

with me for sure,"

be OK with that?" Kelly asked, referencing Megan's

"When I tell him about it tonight,

is so embarrassing,"

play,"

"Daddy's making me pay back the credit card bill again. Character building, my

full 3K anyway," Kelly said, "At best we'll be

that conclusion, as well," Abby

only four?" Devon

we all know you're a screamer,"

went so hot

quiet ones," Megan

"I concur," Abby said.

I reached into the box on the counter next to me and

this someplace private?" Devon

see you put them in," I said, "Otherwise you

dress, revealing a pair of white, thong panties. She saw me staring and gave me a lascivious grin, tossing back her long, wavy, reddish-brown hair. Like it was nothing, Megan pulled her underwear to the side and, 'pop,' in went the egg. All set, the buxom woman flopped back down into her seat, smiling like the cat that got the canary. Or