Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Cum Contest:6

For a moment, | let myself get caught up in the eroticism of the wonderful women around me. My dick, already

stiff, was starting to snake its way down my leg. My balls ached so bad, | had to rest my beer on them to dull the

pain. This was incredible. | thought back to Megan's words. We have to do this again. Already, | was conniving

ways to convince the other women that this was the case.

| didn't adjust the vibrators. | hadn't had to for Megan or Grace and both were gone. The clock ticked down my

doom. It wasn't only about the money anymore. Or even about winning the argument. The first two orgasms had

been so amazing, | couldn't bear the thought of missing the other three.

But ratcheting up the eggs was my last trick -- I only had two more ticks on the dial -- and | wanted to save them

for an emergency. | decided to try a different tactic.

"Looking good," | said. I'd meant it to be a taunt, but instead it sounded so much like a compliment that it almost

madeblush.

Kelly, my competitive roommate, opened her mouth to trash talkback. But then, just as quickly, she snapped

her jaw shut, like trying to keep something trapped inside. | tried to catch her eyes, but she wouldn't let me.

In fact, now that | was paying particular attention, the athletic girl appeared particularly tight. Her arms and legs

were completely stiff. Her lips left to thin pink lines. She had the look of someone desperate to hold something

inside. Then, piece by piece, Kelly began to crack. Her thighs, so taut and controlled, started to tremble. She

lowered her head, shook it hard, then picked it back up again.

"Hmm." The little sound escaped her lips.

A thin tear leaked out of the side of her eye.

"Hmm." That ssound.

The whole room was watching Kelly now. Devon and Abby both turned her way. Finally, Kelly's bright green eyes

met mine. Her expression was shocking. Not cocky or even confident. If anything, she looked afraid. Almost as if

she was pleading withto help her.

1 did the only thing I could for my roommate. My close friend.

| turned the vibration up another level.

As soon as | hit the button, Kelly cried out. Her eyes bright green eyes nearly popped out of her head. Her whole

body devolved into a shaking, slobbering mess. Grunts and snorts as her orgasm grabbed hold and shook her as

hard as it could, breaking her down into tiny pieces.

It was beautiful. Almost magical. My unstoppable roommate wasn't just experiencing the height of pleasure. She

wasn't just enduring her orgasm as it shredded her apart. She was open, vulnerable. I'd never seen anything like

it, and it made my heart actually ache a little.

"HrrrrrrrrrrrrrAH! Kelly cried out, the pressure of her pleasure overwhelming her last little bits of control. She was

so in the thrall of her own cum, that she tumbled forward out of the chair.

"Kelly," I said. Still, her orgasm wasn't done with her. My lithe roommate lay on the ground, twitching and jerking

like someone had doused her in water, then hit her with a power cord. "I'm. Fine," Kelly said through her spasms.

"Not. Cumming."

"Con, Kelly," | said.

"I'm not," Kelly said, "I didn't." She finally stilled. Kelly took a deep breath, started to get up, then toppled back

over as the vibrations overtook her again, sending her tumbling into another body-breaking orgasm. "I didn't...

CUM! Fuck. Fucking hell."

"You're out," | told her.

"It is (gasp) obvious," Abby said, "You're. You're not -- uhn -- fooling anyone."

Devon shook her head in agreement. Blue eyes bugged out. Lips pursed tight.

Kelly glared at all of us. But she reached down for the string. As soon as she grabbed hold, she toppled back over

as she reached yet another peak. "fffffffFUCK!" she cried out, clearly both in ecstasy and frustration.

Finally, Kelly was able to extract the egg. She didn't say another word as she dropped the toy on the counter and

limped down the hall to her room.

All three of us yelled after her, "Fuck you and your turkey!" Kelly gave us the finger before slamming the door

behind her.

Two left.

I think all of us were feeling it now. Kelly's performance had been incredible. Watching her, I think | even ca

little. It would explain the little wet spot on my jeans.

| was so close to getting it all. Seeing five massive, amazing orgasms. Earning three-thousand dollars. Finally,

actually, winning an argument with Kelly. | couldn't imagine greater stakes. And yet, the clock was ticking. And |

only had one more level on the eggs to engage. Abby and Devon felt it too. We were coming down to a photo

finish. Too bad | had agreed not to use my camera.

After Kelly had left so tically, both women were now back to fully focused on the prize. Abby wriggled in

her chair like a girl who desperately had to pee during math class. She held her arms crossed against her chest.

Every few moments, she reached up and squeezed one of her biceps, pinching it, to keep herself in control. You'd

think she was about to go over, except her face was remarkably calm. Almost placid. The only giveaway was a

little tremor in her upper lip.

But Abby looked almost wild compared to Devon. After looking like an easy mark, the petite blonde almost

seemed asleep. She'd pulled her knees up to her chest, folded her arms on top of them, and rested her head

there. Almost like she was making a little cocoon. The only sign of her own impending rapture were the little

blonde hairs on her forearms, which were all raised up stick straight. Like getting ready to levitate.

| glanced back at the clock. Seven minutes. | should have been nervous, but seeing those two women, | knew

that was five minutes more than I'd need. It was time. | smiled, knowing that | was about to see something

fantastic.

| pushed the dial to the highest setting.

Neither of the women even flinched. Abby slowly pinched her arm purple, but nothing more. Devon stayed frozen

in place. A little statue.

Then Devon made a little noise. It almost sounded like a word.