Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The women slowly settled into their seats. Even the constant buzzing seemed to quiet down. | found a stool by

the kitchen counter and sat on it, a little smile playing on my lips. I'd underestimated how sexy all of this would

be, seeing these five lovely ladies get their pleasure. The fact that they were all desperate to hide the signs only

made it more exciting.

"Give up yet?" Kelly asked me.

| responded by flicking the control up to two.

"Ah!" Devon gasped. | wondered if the girls were right -- the timid girl already seemed like she was about to go

off like a timebomb. If Devon was this expressive at level two, | could only imagine.

The rest of the women stayed mostly calm. Grace swished her legs back and forth slightly. Kelly tightened her

grip on the armrest. Megan, on the other hand, lay back. Legs spread. Head lolling. Eyes squeezed shut. There

was no doubt that she was undergoing something. Abby was the opposite. She casually examined her nails, then

fixed her glasses and crossed her legs. But even so, | saw the blonde's thin face was turning slightly pink, and a

trickle of sweat ran down her cheek, despite the fact that it was quite cool in the apartment.

Even more sexy than the sights, however, were the sounds. The room was a chorus of deep breaths -- like five

air conditioners running on full -- occasionally punctuated by little 'hms' and 'hahs.' Nothing to point out, just yet,

but still plenty of fun.

Despite the obviously good signs, | decided to risk waiting a little longer. | knew | had to tthis perfectly. Like a

performer spinning five plates, | was responsible for pleasuring five different pussies. Each, probably, with its

own unique needs. Too fast and everyone would be out of it. Too slow and we'd never reach the peak. | needed

all five women to go over the top in a telltale way, and that required a certain amount of precision.

Instead, | enjoyed what was already going on around me. Though | was only friends with these women, | couldn't

deny that watching their reactions to the stimulation was nothing short of spectacular. Kelly's lithe, tight body.

Megan's killer curves. Grace's freckled skin and long, feminine form. Abby, the archetypal skinny blonde. Devon,

cute with golden curls. The fact that | knew each of them -- their quirks and talents, strengths and fears -- only

made them more attractive toin this moment.

Of course, as | was watching each of these incredible women for their arousal, | was sure that they could also see

mine, growing obviously in my pants. | sat slightly to the side on the stool and let my hands hang over my groin.

I didn't think a boner would be inappropriate in a situation like this, but | also didn't want to discover that | was

wrong.

Finally, after a quiet moment when everyone's muscles seemed to go slack, | asked, "Ready for more?"

"Are you?" Kelly asked, defiant. I'd somehow forgotten how hard it was to do anything competitive with my

roommate. As | said, she was normally a calm, collected person. But get games involved and suddenly she'd lose

control and turn into an enormous, green, rage monster.

We'd had to ban all video games in the apartment after she'd thrown our console out the window during a

particularly heated gof Wii Bowling. Her final words, "Fuck you and your turkey," had beca rallying cry

for the entire group when anything went wrong. So yes, as much as | had to admit | was enjoying all this, | was a

little worried that I'd already gone too far. Much as Grace could be annoying sometimes, | didn't want to see Kelly

toss her out the window. Feeling like I might be taking my own life into my hands, | ticked the controller up to

three. The buzzing got louder, deeper. The girls all made little noises, too, but nothing more. After all that

buildup, it was a bit of a letdown. | looked up at the clock. | was running short on time, and | doubted any of the

girls were even close to cumming, let alone accidentally makingaware of it. For the first time, | worried that |

might actually lose.

| decided to take a risk. | knew pushing too fast could end the experience, turning pleasure into pain. Or even

just annoyance. To this point, I'd also been warning the women of each increase. I'd thought it was the polite

thing to do. But it also allowed them to brace themselves. | needed something aggressive and unanticipated.

| gave them both.

Holding the remote to my side, blocking it with my body, | thumbed the vibration up two more levels. Now | got

the reaction | was looking for. Grace let out a loud, rasping gasp. Kelly sucked in her breath so hard | thought she

might fall over backward. Devon's eyes squeezed shut.

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

back.

"Again," Megan demanded. | 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 | ticked up the eggs once more. Her words dissembled into a low groan.

For a moment, | thought the proper redhead had cum right there, but | couldn't be sure. | thought about taking

the chance and calling her out. After all, | was on the clock.

But we'd all agreed that, if | incorrectly identified an orgasm, the gwas over. Otherwise, | could just say it

every minute or so, no matter what | saw. | couldn't be confident about Grace's cum, so | 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.