Chapter 11: Charu Wins Sex Competition on the Flight Back

My eleven-hour flight home was during the day, so sleeping was out of the question. Would I be able to come up with an idea that would be more fun than just screwing flight attendants? I recalled how I had fucked ten teen girls in the gym, and that had taught me my limits. Then I thought about the reverse situation. It was far easier for women to satisfy multiple men. Just how many balls could a woman empty during an intercontinental flight? Wouldn’t that be an interesting research question? I needed some statistics, so I would require more than one test subject.

How about a sex competition? A group of girls competing against each other was a good idea. It would make for a great orgy and hundreds of content men. My demonic side delighted in the idea of hundreds of outrageously daring acts of infidelity while their unsuspecting spouses sat on the same plane. Best of all, I could use the winner as my cum dump in the end, guaranteeing the best possible experience with no need to ‘test’ them all.

The plan was to be the only one screwing bareback, eliminating sloppy pussies and sperm competition. In addition, a filled condom would be an excellent objective indicator for receiving a point in the contest. Before leaving for the airport, I stocked up on condoms, buying the entire stock of a large Walmart-type superstore.

I smiled at the cute cashier and said with a wink: “Little party.” She blushed and looked down. Unfortunately, I did not have time to pursue this further and headed for the airport.

The plane was a 747 with an upper deck for the first-class cabin. This plane had a configuration with a first-class bar and ten separate cabins, each with a small bed and a separate chair behind a thick curtain. Of these ten cabins, I had one and four were empty. The other five were occupied by a well-known model, an actress and three gray-haired businessmen.

The model and the actress would make two perfect contestants. The three men who would appreciate the show enough to not mind sharing their cabins for the contest. Our stewardess was a gorgeous Russian with large breasts, her impressive cleavage nicely displayed under her low-cut blouse. I gave her the tiniest bit of tx34, not enough to make her horny as hell and lose any sense of inhibition or shame, but merely to reduce her inhibitions to some degree. This should be enough to ensure her cooperation.

After we were airborne, I called her and explained what was going on. “We’re going to have a little competition here in first class. The two ladies over there and eight others from the main floor downstairs are participating.”

I slipped her $1000 and asked for her help with the competition. She pocketed the money quickly and asked, “What exactly do you have in mind?”

I answered: “Well, the ten ladies will compete in an X-rated activity.” My hand brushed her clit through her miniskirt. She blushed and gave a little moan.

“Oh well, as long as it’s all voluntary?”

“Of course, it is - you’ll see.” She tried to regain her composure, nodded in agreement, and left to serve the other guests.

I got up and walked down the spiral staircase to the lower deck. As I walked around economy class, I scanned the passengers carefully, looking for young and fit girls with enough stamina to endure prolonged screwing. Fortunately, there was a group of high school cheerleaders on the plane. They were jailbait-looking young, fit and athletic sex dreams. Perfect! For variety, I also picked a stunning Indian lady with very expensive clothes and a tall, pale Swedish girl with perfect C-cup breasts and long blonde hair with a hint of red in it. Once I had completed my final selection, I approached each of these girls and offered them the chance to accompany me to a special reward. I remarked something about being chosen for an upgrade and apologized to their companions.

I noted their companions’ seat numbers so that I could check on them later to avoid suspicion. On the first-class level was a small bar where the eight girls gathered. I suggested that they get a drink while I sorted things out. I approached the three male first class passengers and asked them discreetly whether they would be willing to share their cabin for the duration of the flight in exchange for having sex with one of the girls at the bar. All of them immediately agreed, with skeptical looks. I asked them to prepare themselves and pick their favorite sex partner while I discussed it with the girls.

Then, I asked the two women in first class to join us at the bar. Once we were all there, I took out an expensive perfume and asked each of them to try it on their wrists. Of course, it had tx34 in it - a generous quantity, more than I had ever tried before. The effect was immediate - the arousal was so intense each of them subconsciously began rubbing their breasts.

I told them: “We have a contest to see who among you will be able to satisfy the largest number of men. So please undress and leave your clothes and purse on the bar stools.”

They looked at me in surprise but complied with this bold request. Before long all of them were naked to the delight of my three male companions. I motioned for the three gray-haired gentlemen to join the ladies at the bar but warned them not to put their fingers or cocks in any of their holes until I said so.

Soon they were surrounded by at least three girls each, fondling them, sucking their nipples, groping their butts, and French kissing their mouths. I left to fetch the first batch of lucky lads and soon returned with a diverse group of seven men. In the stairwell, I sprayed their hands with a ‘disinfectant’ laced with tx34.

The treatment was intended to break any possible reservations they might have had about screwing a complete stranger - Although I doubted many men could withstand these extraordinarily sexy young ladies. As soon as they arrived at the top of the chairs, the young girls attacked them, grinding their boobies against their chests and prompting the guys to feel their tight little butts.

I called for order, paired them up, and explained the deal: Every guy puts down $100 and is allowed to bang one girl, with a condom, until release. Then, other passengers would replace them. Whichever girl had the most condoms filled would win the money. All the girls applauded enthusiastically and bounced their hooters. The guys pulled $100 bills out of their pockets and placed them in the box I had prepared. For those without cash, they were charged $100 for drinks and got the $100 bill from the register at the bar.

While undressing, I distributed the girls among the beds, placing them on their knees with their butts sticking out. I inserted my hard cock into each pussy and fucked them (bareback) for a couple of seconds to claim ‘jus primae noctis’, the first fuck. Meanwhile, every guy had pulled on a condom, which, once filled, would be placed in a large glass next to each girl. Every condom had to be carefully knotted to prevent its contents from spilling.

Then I counted to three and let the humping begin. The guys wasted no time and got to it; the moaning soon overwhelming. I smirked at the flight attendant, who was visibly flushed as well.

“Please bring the next ten male passengers,” I asked her.

She had a list of those whose girlfriends were upstairs and who couldn’t join the fun at this time. Once she was gone, I moved the girls’ clothes behind the bar, removed their knickers as souvenirs, and distributed my disguised cameras in prime locations near each girl.

Then I waited by the staircase for the passengers to ‘sanitize’ their hands, explain the rules of the game, and hand them their condom. They stripped and waited at the bar until their turn, enjoying the show. The flight attendant had removed the curtains usually shielding the first-class cabins from the aisle, giving us a wonderful spectacle of gorgeous and fit teenage girls taking on random guys, some overweight and graying, but each one with their hard, rubber-covered dicks inside their innocent pussies.

The young hotties were really trying hard to bring their male partners to quick orgasms (whenever their own orgasms permitted), shouting “Come in me,” “Fill me up,” “Give me your cum,” “Yes, make me a baby,” “Shoot in me,” and many other sounds of joy like “Ohhhhh,” “Ahhhhh,” “OMG, you are filling me sooooo much,” “I love it.” Most men, predictably, couldn’t last long, particularly if they had masturbated too long while waiting for their turn.

Many men at the bar would stroke their penises so hard while waiting for their turn that they would come close to orgasm just by watching. Whoever finished his load in a girl was immediately replaced by the next in line. Without pause, a man would insert his hard cock as soon as a vagina became available and continue fucking. Whoever finished tied a neat knot on the condom to prevent its contents from leaking, as instructed. Before they dressed, I asked them to pose in front of the girl they had just fucked for a Polaroid photo of themselves with their filled condom and thumbs up while the girl in the background was being nailed by the next lucky guy. I had them sign the Polaroid with their full name, phone number and social media contact details to give the girls something to remember.