The Cum Contest

“That… was a little. Aggressive,” Abby said. Her voice trembled as she spoke. Like someone was pounding on her back.

“Again,” Megan demanded. I didn’t think it was gamesmanship. The auburn-haired woman seemed to be in another place entirely. Despite the small, fold out chair, Megan was practically recumbent, her legs straight out and stiff.

“Not y…” Grace said, right as I ticked up the eggs once more. Her words dissembled into a low groan. For a moment, I thought the proper redhead had cum right there, but I couldn’t be sure. I thought about taking the chance and calling her out. After all, I was on the clock.

But we’d all agreed that, if I incorrectly identified an orgasm, the game was over. Otherwise, I could just say it every minute or so, no matter what I saw. I couldn’t be confident about Grace’s cum, so I let it go.

I knew I’d made the right decision almost immediately because, not a moment later, Megan let out a short, sharp squeak. The curvy brunette grabbed her own massive tit over her dress, squeezing her nipple so hard it hurt me. She squealed again, then let out a long, low groan.

“Holy fuck,” Kelly said, looking over at her friend. The other women, obviously in the throes, all fought to turn and stare at Megan, now writhing in her chair.

Megan didn’t pause. She started pumping her legs up and down, like humping an invisible man. She rolled her head back and forth. Her eyes blew up wide and her mouth dropped open. She croaked out a long, silent scream, back arching upward. Then she dropped limp into the chair.

“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.

The only question in my mind at that moment, was who was going over the top next. 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 as well have been. I doubted the petite blonde woman had ever used a toy before that day. Part of me wondered if she’d ever even had an orgasm. If Devon did cum, I 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 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 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, 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 porcelain vase, likely to shatter at the slightest provocation. The way she shook on her chair — her face pale, eyes flitting back and forth — told me she could break at any moment.

And even if Grace didn’t go off, I 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 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 — I was sure Abby was about show me her o-face.

“Ah!”

The sound ripped me out of my reverie. I looked over and saw it had come from Grace. I hadn’t even increased the vibration on the eggs, but time had done the job for me.

I 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,” I said.

“Dammit,” the redhead said. I 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, I wondered if she’d been possessed. “The watching made it way worse though.”

Grace came over to me and rested an unsteady hand on my shoulder.

“Thanks for this,” she said, genuinely, then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I 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, I 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 game was on.

For a moment, I 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, I had to rest my beer on them to dull the pain. This was incredible. I thought back to Megan’s words. We have to do this again. Already, I was conniving ways to convince the other women that this was the case.

I didn’t adjust the vibrators. I 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, I 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 I wanted to save them for an emergency. I decided to try a different tactic.

“Looking good,” I said. I’d meant it to be a taunt, but instead it sounded so much like a compliment that it almost made me blush.

Kelly, my competitive roommate, opened her mouth to trash talk me back. But then, just as quickly, she snapped her jaw shut, like trying to keep something trapped inside. I tried to catch her eyes, but she wouldn’t let me.

In fact, now that I 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 same sound.

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 with me to help her.

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

I turned the vibration up another level.

As soon as I 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.”

“Come on, Kelly,” I 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,” I 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 I even came a little. It would explain the little wet spot on my jeans.

I was so close to getting it all. Seeing five massive, amazing orgasms. Earning three-thousand dollars. Finally, actually, winning an argument with Kelly. I couldn’t imagine greater stakes. And yet, the clock was ticking. And I 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 I had agreed not to use my camera.

After Kelly had left so dramatically, 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.

I glanced back at the clock. Seven minutes. I should have been nervous, but seeing those two women, I knew that was five minutes more than I’d need. It was time. I smiled, knowing that I was about to see something fantastic.

I 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.

She made it again.

Devon’s body still wasn’t moving. Her head was buried. Her knees were locked in place. But still, that sound.

I slid off my stool and stepped a little closer. It clearly was a word, I could tell. She was repeating it, like a whispered mantra, over and over again. I stood as close as I felt was appropriate without breaking the rules. Leaned my ear over.

“no,” Devon said. She repeated it. “no.”

“Devon?” I asked.

The words became faster. Starting spilling out. “No no no no no no.” A fountain of little syllables poured out of her. Getting faster. Louder.

“No,” Devin said, “No. NO! Oh God, please no. Please no. Oh. Oh fuck. Hrrrrr… NO! No No No NO NO! NO!!! OH!!! Oh FUCK! OH fffffFUCK YYYYYYYES!”

Devon’s careful armor cracked. Her body spilled open. Eyes wide, mouth agape. Tongue lolled. I saw her crotch had gone dark, and a long thin trail of liquid seeped down her thigh. I thought for sure she’d see me looking and fall apart, but Devon was so far gone, she might as well have been in another universe.

Devon screamed again. So loud that it hurt my ears. The timid girl exploded outward. She sobbed, shuddering and blubbering. Then she stilled.

“Oh fuck. Oh yes. Oh fuck me yes that was good. Fuck,” Devon said. She slipped onto the floor like she was liquid. Her pants were completely soaked. Her face was cinched in an almost comical rictus of release.

“Devon,” I said.

“I know,” she said, “I know. I came. God help me. But that was worth it.”

We both laughed, then another little cum overcame her.

“Help,” Devon said, “Help me get this thing out of me. Seriously. I can’t take anymore.”

I reached down and unsnapped the cute blonde’s pants, then pulled them down her legs. Her pink panties were so sopping, they could barely be called cloth anymore. Devon reached around her underwear and pulled out the egg. She held it aloft, like she’d won the thing in a carnival game.

I waited for the moment when she realized how exposed she was, but it didn’t happen. Instead, Devon waved away my help and stood, wobbling like a baby giraffe using her legs for the first time. Tilting and teetering.

Again, I tried to help her, but Devon waved me off.

“Wow,” she said, “That was totally worth five-hundred bucks.”

She started to make her way out of the apartment.

“Pants?” I called after her.

Devon gave me a big goofy grin. “Right,” she said turning back, “Pants.” She went back to her chair and pulled on her jeans. Finally, she made her way out of the apartment.

“Best. Investment. Ever!” she cried out, letting the door close behind her.

I turned back, ready to take on Abby. But as soon as the door closed on Devon, my alarm went off. My heart sank.

I looked over at Abby. The skinny blonde still seemed remarkably composed. She just sat there, like a secretary ready to take dictation. One hand dandled over her panty-covered pussy. As far as I could tell, she’d never orgasmed. Or even come all that close.

I walked back into the living room. Abby smiled, tight.

“Is that it?” she asked, “Has the competition completed?”

“It is” I said, resigned. I stared down at the floor. I can’t tell you how disappointed I felt in that moment. How beaten. It wasn’t the money. And I was used to losing to Kelly. But the fact that I’d missed out on seeing the final orgasm was like a kick in the balls. I’d imagined so many possibilities for that day, but I’d never truly considered the fact that I might lose.

“The experiment,” Abby said, “To be clear. It has — ah — reached its conclusion?”

“You won the bet, yes,” I said.

“Thank fucking God,” Abby said.

Before I could even react, the skinny blonde shot out of her chair, drove into me, shoulders first, and tackled me onto the ground.

“Abby?”

“Shut up,” Abby said.

She tore her panties off, reached inside, and ripped the egg out of her pussy, flinging it against the wall with a loud crack. She grabbed my face and pressed her lips into mine so hard that I tasted blood.

I was still recovering from the kiss as Abby’s hands shot down and grabbed my belt. She tore the leather strap off me, pulled at the buttons of my pants, and freed my aching, erect cock from the fly of my boxers. She grasped it, roughly, and both of us groaned.

“Oh yes,” Abby said. Again, I was too dumbfounded to move. Let alone speak. I just watched in shock as the skinny girl shifted her body, placed my cock straight up, andimpaled herself in one smooth stroke.

I almost screamed it felt so good — slipping into Abby’s wanting warmth. Her vaginal walls impossibly tight, yet incredibly welcoming. Dripping so wet, I felt the heat of her splash onto my thigh.

A moment before, I’d been standing by my apartment door. In a blink, in less time than I could properly process, I was on the ground. Buried to the hilt inside the gorgeous, blonde Abby.

“Fuck me,” Abby said, humping up and down on my dick with an almost animal abandon. “I need that cock so fucking bad.”

Where had the cute, scientific girl gone? I searched her light blue eyes and saw nothing but animal intensity.

Abby pulled her shirt off, exposing surprisingly full breasts with sharp, slightly upturned, puffy pink nipples. She clutched my head and pulled my mouth to her chest. Gave me no choice but to suckle. As if I was ever going to argue.

Abby groaned as my lips latched on. She pumped her cute little butt up and down, her pussy gripping onto me with the strength of a fist and the slickness of a slide.

The analytical Abby I knew was gone. She drove my dick into herself with a crazed need, like she was desperate to plug herself permanently. Her white, blonde hair was well out of its bun and flying around like crazy. Tits bouncing so bad I imagined they would bruise. My ears echoed with her savage roars and keening mewls.

“That’s. Right. Fuck. Me,” she said, punctuating every push. I bit her nipple and she screamed. For a moment, I considered that Kelly was probably in the other room reporting a murder. I just hoped I’d get to cum before the cops came.

Abby, writhing around on my shaft, reached up and casually adjusted her glasses. This was the hottest, sluttiest geek I’d ever seen. I reveled in her femininity. I couldn’t believe the pleasure she was wrenching forth from both of us. The only reason I hadn’t already cum was I was terrified of what she’d do if I didn’t help get her there first.

Despite her seemingly endless bank of energy, Abby started to slow. She panted heavily. Body dripping with sweat. Azure eyes small and scared.

I saw what she wanted in that moment. What she needed. I grabbed Abby’s thin shoulders and pushed her backwards, tipping us both over. She kept her thighs wrapped around me tight, not letting me escape for even a second.

I’d never been more ready to fuck a girl. To plunge into her depths and pound her into oblivion. Yet carefully, cruelly, I drew my cock out of Abby slowly. I pulled back as far as the skinny blonde’s surprisingly strong little thighs would let me.

“Nnnoooooo,” Abby said, flexing her body to hold me inside.

“Did you cum before?” I asked. “During the contest?”

“Twice,” Abby croaked. I could tell she was telling me the truth. “When Kelly came, I did, as well. Then I did it again, after. I was certain you saw me but…”

“I guess you really are good at keeping quiet,” I said.

“But two wasn’t nearly enough,” Abby said, “I need another. And not from some stupid plastic egg.”

I gave her a playful grin. Reached down and pinched her perfect pink nipples. Then slowly, dragging it out, I slid my dick all the way back into her grasping, gasping cunt.

Abby groaned, a long low sound that started as my cock made contact and only faded as I filled her fully.

For a moment, she slipped back into her scientific persona. “Do not become tranquil now,” Abby said.

I got the message. I drew back and, with a violence that surprised even myself, I plowed into her as hard and fast as I could. Held her shoulders for purchase. Her bony butt bounced off the hardwood floors. Every push was punctuated by a loud, aggressive slap. Abby reached between us and found her clit, starting to rub it for all she was worth.

“Th… there,” Abby said, “Getting… getting close.”

“Thanks for telling me this time,” I said, wryly.

Abby started to retort, but her orgasm overtook her before she could. Her body arched upward. Her eyes rolled back. Her fingers flew on her clit.

“Hrrrrrr…Ah!” Abby gasped, the sounds escaping her lips like steam. “I need you to… Ejaculate. Ohfuck. Expel your semen against my cervix. It will trigger my own body to produce the — fuck — the orgasm I need.”

I paused mid-thrust. “Wait, what?”

“Cum in me!” she screamed and slapped my shoulder.

Well, since she asked so nicely.

I raised Abby’s legs rested them on my shoulders. I reached down and twisted her bubble-gum nipples. I threw myself into the blonde girl with abandon. I stopped caring about her pleasure. Only focused on my own. It didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did. Just the two of us, wrapped in carnal ecstasy in the middle of my apartment.

“Fill me…” Abby gasped. “Please.”

“Here it comes…”

I buried myself as deep as I could.

“AH!” Abby’s breath caught. She flushed bright red. “Yes. Yes! YES!!!”

A pause. A moment. Both of us peaked at the same time. Like a lightning flash. Brief. Bright. Overpowering.

I erupted into Abby. An epic explosion of cum. Another. I heard a loud shout and I realized it was me. I pumped my pearlescence into the skinny blonde girl, as much as I’d ever made in my life. Blast after potent blast delivered directly to her pussy.

“Oh, I’m cumming,” Abby exclaimed, “Cumming so GOOD!”

After what seemed an impossibly long time, my orgasm finally regressed from insistent, ecstatic bursts into low, warm waves of bliss. I gradually became aware of the girl beneath me. Abby was still experiencing her orgasm. Enduring it. Her body constricted so hard around me that it started to hurt. She stared right back at me. Her eyes so blue and bright it was almost blinding.

Finally, I felt her fade. Abby dropped back to the floor like a dead woman.

We lay there in the middle of the living room, soaked in sweat and a bunch of other sticky substances. We panted. Gulped. Slowly grabbed hold of ourselves.

“Well, that was quite an enjoyable experience,” Abby said, slowly shifting out from under me.

I let my softening cock slip out of her and we both fell back to the hardwoods in individual heaps. Abby reached down and dipped her hand into her pussy. It came out covered in white goop.

“Your ejaculate is quite voluminous,” Abby said.

“What?” I asked.

“You cum a lot,” Abby said, as if having to translate for such a simpleton was too much to ask. “I’m getting you a dictionary for your birthday.”

“Seems the least you could do after I gave you that,” I said, gesturing to her body.

Abby looked at me, dubious for a moment, then broke into a wide smile. “It was pretty fucking amazing, yes.”

“I don’t think I can figure you out,” I said.

“Scientist in the streets, whore in the sheets,” Abby said. I cocked an eyebrow, a mimic of her own signature expression. “I can get a little, um, crude during intercourse sometimes,” she explained. “Though I cannot recall the last time I was ever so effusive. If ever.”

Abby sat up. She combed back her straight blonde hair and tied it back into a bun. Then she stood and began collecting her clothes. I lay back, enjoying what was an excellent view of an absolutely stunning woman.

Even during the sex, I don’t think I appreciated how amazing Abby’s body actually was. Her surprisingly full breasts incongruous with her skinny body. The way her little pink bum would jiggle slightly as she moved. The shimmy of her hips. The way her fingers moved as she buttoned up her jeans, dexterous and almost dancing. The sparks of so much thought processing behind her eyes.

“Well, this was definitely a unique experience,” Abby said, now fully clothed. “Thank you, TJ.”

“Thank you,” I said, genuinely. I was still naked on the floor. It felt very comfortable, in that moment.

“I’m assuming I can collect my winnings now?” Abby said, fixing her glasses pointedly.

“Seems to me that I made you cum pretty loud a moment ago,” I said. “Screaming out ‘I’m cumming,’ ‘fuck me,’ ‘yes, yes, yes.'”

Abby flushed. She stared down at her surprisingly nice, dark dress shoes. “I believe that occurred after time had passed,” she said, still not meeting my eyes.

“Keep the money,” I said, “Just tell the girls what happened after. My reputation could use the boost.”

Abby paused at that.

“I’ll split the money with you,” she said, straightening. Again, I felt a little wave of sadness, though I couldn’t rationalize why. “But only if you tell the group that I won it all. No other details may be disclosed.”

Now it was my turn to pause. Finally, I nodded my agreement. Abby must have read my regret, however, because she bent down and kissed my forehead. Then she spun on her heel and marched out of the apartment.

After the door clicked closed, I climbed to my feet and slowly gathered up my clothes. The living room felt oddly empty. Chairs strewn everywhere. Like a strange, selective tornado had ripped through. Most of all though, everything seemed so quiet. It was weird.

I got dressed and started to slide everything back into place. I was about halfway done when I heard Kelly’s bedroom door open. She padded out into the living room, wearing a long, flannel sleep shirt that went down past her knees. So big, she seemed to be swimming in it.

“I don’t hear you celebrating,” she said, eyeing me.

“The girls won,” I said.

“Who took the prize?” Kelly asked.

“Abby, actually.”

“Fuck me,” Kelly said, “That girl is full of surprises.”

“I’m going to make dinner,” I said, no longer wanting to talk about this, “Can I make you something?”

“Sure,” Kelly said, “I’ll be back in my room. Just let me know when it’s ready.”

“Will do,” I said.

She stopped midway to her bedroom. “Oh, and TJ?”

“Yes?”

“You’re quite the loud cummer, yourself.”

Kelly gave me a wink, then closed her bedroom door firmly behind her.