Unspoken Pleasure (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 replace 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.

After I finished explaining how the game would go, I expected the reality of what we were about to do would sink in and the women would start to have second thoughts. Instead, the only thing the girls had doubts about, was who was going to win the money.

"You can just hand me the three grand now," Kelly said. "It's already over."

"You'll be splitting it with me for sure," Megan said.

"You sure Shawn's going to be OK with that?" Kelly asked, referencing Megan's boyfriend.

"Are you kidding?" Megan asked, "When I tell him about it tonight, he's going to be begging me for pics."

"This is so embarrassing," Grace said.

"Then don't play," Kelly said.

"No way, I need that money," Grace said, "Daddy's making me pay back the credit card bill again. Character building, my butt."

"You won't get the full 3K anyway," Kelly said, "At best we'll be splitting it four ways."

"I am forced to reach that conclusion, as well," Abby said.

"Wait, why only four?" Devon asked.

"Because we all know you're a screamer," Kelly said, then cackled.

"What? No..." Devon's face went so hot you could roast marshmallows off it.

"It's always the quiet ones," Megan said.

"I concur," Abby said.

It was time. I reached into the box on the counter next to me and distributed the five vibrating eggs. The room went silent. "Whenever you're ready," I said.

"Can't we do this someplace private?" Devon asked.

"I need to see you put them in," I said, "Otherwise you could cheat."

"Jeez, it's no big deal," Megan said. She hiked up her yellow 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 the pussy that ate the gold-colored egg, in any case.

"Fuck it," Kelly said. My athletic roommate stood up and threw off her mesh shorts. She had on a pair of navy-blue briefs, closer to men's athletic underwear. She pulled them down, stuffed the egg inside herself, and replaced her panties. Then she flopped back down, keeping her short, shapely legs crossed.

Abby was next. She slid her jeans down her skinny legs. She was wearing a pair of perfectly functional, bikini cut, crimson underwear. She pulled them to the side and inserted the egg. Matching Kelly, the blonde girl left her slacks piled on the floor. She fixed her glasses, then sat back.

Grace rolled her eyes. She lifted up her skirt to reveal a pair of lacy, black panties. Very tasteful and probably expensive as all get out. She put the egg up to her opening, then made a slightly pained face. "Hm," she said.

"You need some lube?" I asked.

"It's fine," Grace said. She worked the egg back and forth into her sex. The prim, pretty girl was practically putting on a performance for us. Finally, she got the egg inside and flipped her skirt back down over her bare legs. Devon was last to go and she looked ready to cry. She played nervously with the buttons of her jeans, but she seemed incapable of undoing them.

"I can't," she said.

"Seriously, what's the big deal, we all did it," Kelly said, "You don't have a magical unicorn cunt, Devon. It's no different than the other four we've already seen."

"I know, I just... I'm out. I can't do this. I quit. Enjoy my money." Devon stood up from her chair and marched out of the room. Her blonde curls bounced jauntily as she went. I honestly felt bad for the girl. I'd always had a soft spot for her, she was so sweet and shy. Also, I knew that, of all of us, Devon was the least able to afford the buy-in. But I didn't know what to say that would stop her.

Just as Devon was about to reach the door, Megan jumped in front of her. Silently, she put her hands on the quiet girl's shoulders and steered her back to her seat.