Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Cum Contest:5

"Megan, that's you," I said. I expected her to express some frustration, 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, I took stock of the situation. The setting on the eggs was up to seven. I still had roughly twenty minutes left to catch the four other friends. Based on how the women were all reacting now, I 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 I 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 I hadn't counted on the fact that sitting and watching each other come close to cumming would be such a turn-on. I 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.

Again, my bet was on Devon. I 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

quite vocal. Living with her for two years had taught me that (she would say that she was faking it in those instances, but I was dubious). Certainly, Kelly was the kind of girl who had a deep passion for a lot

over, I 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

knew I could rely on Abby to amount to something. The cerebral blonde woman was Supergirl when it came to 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. I had

"Ah!"

had come from Grace. I hadn't even increased the vibration on the eggs, but time had done

composed. Now, her red hair was splayed out everywhere. Her back was arched, her tits pointing out, lewdly. Her whole body started to shake

had been cut, Grace dropped back into

"Grace," I said.

herself. "The vibration was bad enough," she said, then giggled