Chapter 408: Consummating My SCS Project

Mid-November 2007 (Continued)

I spent the rest of that flight pleasuring just the first volunteer. There were other volunteers, especially given the enthusiastic comments from my bedmate, but I insisted, "No. I insist on only one at a time. Quantity is NOT important! If I'm being made to do this, then it's going to be done the way I want, which is to give each of you my full attention and the best possible time. Anything less would cheapen the experience for you, and I want those of you who do this to have the best possible memories of it." That was actually true, making it a nice change from just about everything else I said for this project.

When we'd planned this, Julia had said, "Maybe we shouldn't let any of them have sex with you on the way there? You'll have less than forty five minutes, which may not be long enough to do a really good job."

I'd answered, "You seem to be assuming that the moment the plane taxies to a stop, everyone has to rush down the stairs and off to the stores. We can stay in the plane as long as we want; all day if necessary."

"Oh yeah. I never thought of that." Then she'd laughed at herself for being so single-minded (I told you she'd matured).

Despite not being a virgin, Morgan wasn't very experienced and had been awkward to get started, so forty five minutes of my best attention wasn't long enough. I didn't want her to lose her mood, so when the "Fasten Seatbelt" signs came on for the landing, everyone except the two of us returned to their seats. We kept having sex (please don't tell the FAA). I used a sight blob to monitor the landing to give me warning if it wasn't routine, but it was fine.

It took another half an hour and several orgasms for Morgan to finally declare that she couldn't handle any more pleasure. Every girl on the plane except Carol had come into the bedroom to see us in action. Some of them had not done so until after we'd landed, but passionate cries, peer pressure and curiosity had eventually got them all to visit the room. Once in the bedroom, the sight of my clenching-and-unclenching butt had blown away the moral guidelines that had been important to them for so many years. Morgan's many gasped compliments had helped too.

By the end of the session, they all knew that I was the best lover they had ever heard of. Those of them that had previous experiences were very emphatic about how their boyfriends totally failed to compare with me.

#8: <1 down, 8 to go. Preferably 12 to go, if we can get every target that our girls collectively consider beautiful.>

Importantly, a large number of other girls were loudly clamoring for a ride on Mark's Magic Muscle. (Being well brought up Christian girls, they didn't actually word it that way; that's just me amusing myself, if not you.)

"Right!" urged Julia. "Let's get to the hotel."

"{Groan}. I don't think I can walk." That's from Morgan, not me.

I volunteered, "I'll ask the angel to float you down to the limos. I'm sure you'll be fine once it's time to go shopping." Morgan was too tired for more sex, but obviously not so tired that she couldn't go shopping for elegant dresses. Don't be silly!

The limos had been patiently waiting beside the plane and our pilots had already gone, so all I had to do was pull the plane's door closed behind us. One of my core girls went in each limo to ensure none of the girls got into a silly conversation in which they gave each other cold feet.

We drove in convoy to the hotel. I'd like to think that the staff was impressed by a guy booking into the honeymoon suite with two dozen girls, but they recognized me and that impressed them more than enough already. God knows what their thoughts were, but I didn't care.

The suite was absolutely gorgeous. Julia had arranged for the hotel to supply appropriately romantic music, many bouquets of flowers, chilled champagne and fruit drinks, some finger food, and a very large array of candles. Also several discreetly stored spare sheets in case the blood and wet spots got too off-putting for the later girls.

[A piece of advice for you: For the sake of the other hotel guests, if you want to impress your girl with your romanticism by having candles around your hotel room, don't do an amateur job yourself. If you stick a candle to a saucer, it can too easily fall over, set fire to something, sounding the smoke alarm and leading to the evacuation of the entire building. Your date, the other guests, the hotel management, and the fire department will all be very unimpressed by you. My girls and I had been among "the other guests" once and we did NOT appreciate having to stand outside in the rain while the firemen doused the burning carpet in Romeo's room. Get the hotel staff to set the candles up for you because they'll do a far safer and prettier job.]

There were easily enough interested girls that Julia could suggest, "Mark, you stay here with Lainey now. The rest of us will go shopping. We'll send Ashley to you in one hour and the limo will bring Lainey back to wherever we are. An hour later, we'll send Erica to you and Ashley will return to us. After that we'll stop for lunch. We'll have it in the hotel to save time, and we can decide then which of the remaining girls are lucky enough to get the honor of being with you this afternoon."

The three named girls had been begging for a crack at me, so they thanked Julia profusely. The only undiscussed aspect of Julia's plan was that when the limo delivers a girl to the hotel, one of my girls will come with her. Ostensibly to help the returning girl join up with Julia and the mob, but it's really to make sure the new arrival makes it to my hotel room and that the handover goes smoothly.

I put my arms around Lainey and shooed everyone else out of the room.

^

With the enthusiasm of the first nominees, the morning's activities went very well. It's great fun being in bed with an enthusiastic lover. Just before lunchtime, #8: <4 down, at least 5 more to go. Nearly halfway there.>

#1: <The easy half. From now on it's virgins all the way, and they can be tricky to manage.>

The lunchtime conversation was bubbling over with excitement. The girls were having a GREAT time. They particularly loved driving from upmarket boutique to upmarket boutique in a convoy of limos. You can imagine how attentive the staff were when limos pulled up outside. Julia had phoned the main stores yesterday to make sure they'd be open, and in some cases they were open just for Julia, which impressed the girls even more. No one had bought anything yet of course, because they were still just scouting the market. They assured me that with so many girls involved a great deal of scouting was required. Even if they found the perfect dress, they couldn't simply buy it because they had to be sure that they could get suitable shoes for the dinner tonight. Julia informed me that it would be extremely difficult for them to get all the shopping done in one day, but they were doing their best.

If you've noticed that my description of the lunchtime conversation doesn't make any reference to the fantastic sex I was doing my best to give each of my visitors, then all I can say is that I noticed that absence too. Toward the end of lunch I queried Julia about it.

"What? Oh that, yeah, everyone has said you're great, but we're usually too busy to talk much about it. I don't think you appreciate how difficult it is to find great dresses for so many girls in only one day."

Julia was in her full-bore shopping mode. She probably hadn't completely forgotten that the shopping part of today was intended to be an enjoyable distraction and semi-bribe for the girls while they were waiting their turn with me, but that idea would have been swamped by all the fun they were having. Fortunately Julia had improved in recent months so I didn't expect her to suggest I stop having sex with the girls because I was slowing down the shopping trip. I did worry that some of the SCS girls would start thinking that though. I made a mental note to make sure we agreed on a CLEARLY understood schedule for this afternoon's sessions, otherwise they might lose interest or even forget. I said, "I can imagine! I've seen how much work you have to put into buying dresses just for the four of you, so buying them for twenty one girls in just one day must be almost impossible."

"Not twenty one; twenty five. It wouldn't be as much fun if we all weren't getting a new dress."

"Of course. Silly me." My girls had brought suitable dresses from home and we'd hung them in the closet of my suite, but Julia seemed to have forgotten that. Swept up in the moment, no doubt. Julia was doing more to seduce these girls than I was. That was fine as a good leader delegates and it was mostly my plan that she was following, so I certainly wasn't going to belittle her in any way. She doubtless thought my goal of fucking the top 10% of the beauties in a school was even sillier than I thought her attitude to clothes shopping was. We have a good relationship: we tolerate each other's foibles, Julia provides me with countless beautiful girls to play with, and I provide her with hundreds of millions of dollars to go shopping with. It's a good setup; I can recommend it.

I had to word what I said next very carefully. If I just asked who wanted to sleep with me this afternoon, all of the remaining targets might decide that they'd preferred to keep clothes shopping, especially if they were hesitant about sex, which beautiful 17- or 18-year old virgins self-evidently must be. There were only a few hours left before dinner, so the timing was getting critical. I carefully said, "I appreciate that you're all putting so much effort into looking beautiful for when we have dinner, but you don't have to get quite so worked up about it. Whoever I choose as a girlfriend will be able to spend the rest of her life shopping for beautiful clothes. That you enjoy having sex with me is probably an important criterion in my choosing a girlfriend - which gets Morgan, Lainey, Ashley and Erica off to a very good start - but it seems to me that to be fair, I should give the rest of you who are still in the elimination competition the chance to show me you enjoy my company in bed. That's unless any of you want to pull out of the competition?"

I was pleased to be informed that none of the surviving eight girls wanted to pull out. They didn't want to miss out on the shopping either, so they were faced with an extremely difficult dilemma.

Being the sort of guy I was, I helped them by suggesting, "I know Diana and Hailey are a little nervous and are very good friends. The bed upstairs is super-large so they can lie on either side of it and can be reassured by having their friend with them and can have rests as I alternate. There will be three hours after that, so three more of you can choose your own schedule. The order that you come in, or even if you come at all, doesn't affect my life."

My cellphone floated off my belt and up until it was hovering just over our table. It moved to be in front of Diana and Hailey, and a message was typed out as they watched: "Diana and Hailey next." Then it floated to be in front of Rosa. The message appeared: "Then Rosa." I bet you can work out what the messages were when the phone moved in front of Paris and then Sarah. I had been trying to avoid bringing in the big gun as it was too easy, but I'd sensed too little enthusiasm from the rest of my targets for this afternoon's sessions so I'd had to add some pressure.

The four conquests I'd already clocked up this morning, plus Diana, Hailey, Rosa and Paris, were eight of the nine girls I considered SCS's most beautiful. The final ninth for me to achieve my goal - who was actually the fourth sorted by beauty - was Stubby, who was back at Corvallis and I'd use Plan B to get her. The just-named Sarah and the three remaining unnamed winners were girls that I personally hadn't placed in my top nine, but one or more of my girls had. Strictly speaking my project didn't require them to be included, but I had nothing against earning myself bonus points. There wasn't enough time for the final three today, so they'd be a lower priority objective for another day. Leaving a few girls un-de-virginized today would be useful for my Plan B, so I was happy with the schedule my Guardian Angel had helpfully provided.

"The angel wants me to have sex with you!" exclaimed Rosa, whose Catholic upbringing had unaccountably failed to prepare her for such a thing happening.

"I've heard that God works in mysterious ways and I've seen enough of the angel's actions to know that's certainly true. Since I was brought back from being dead, God and His angel have mystified me many times. I'm guessing this is the first time you've ever had an angel tell you to have sex, Rosa?"

"{Nervous giggle}."

"I'll do my best to make you happy and give you a very good time. I always do that no matter who I'm with, but I'll try even harder because the angel wants you and me be together this afternoon."

"But WHY?" asked Rosa.

"God doesn't explain His reasons to me, sweetie. It's enough for me to know what He wants and to trust Him. I suggest you don't let it worry you because I don't believe humans can work out God's reasons for what He does. You did put yourself forward in the last voting competition and possibly as my long-term girlfriend, so I suggest you just trust God and accept it. That applies to the rest of you too. If you are picked to live with us you'll see many mysterious things happen. My girls and I have learned it's best to go along with God. We'd be pretty stupid to refuse to do what God wanted, wouldn't we?"

The morning's volunteers had been positively eager, but the afternoon's girls were more cautious, especially as their points of no returns approached, but God's instruction - not just approval or even encouragement, but instruction! - helped a great deal. Also helpful were the stories from the earlier girls about how great I'd been, the gushing and congratulations from my girls, and the envy from the girls who'd lost the previous elimination round. The envy was particularly effective because by mid-afternoon it was particularly strong.

The eliminated girls had been brought on this trip partly to satisfy my objective that all the participants in my project should have happy memories of it, as I felt a little guilty about using the ones I didn't have sex with for camouflage. I hadn't worried about the girls who'd been eliminated in the first round as I hadn't liked them and they'd been eliminated too early to get emotionally invested in what was happening. But the non-beauties in the last twenty five were all nice girls, had been more worked up about their chances of winning what Nevaeh had, and were being used more blatantly, so I wanted to give them some good memories.

Having them along today would be useful for Plan B (explained later), and especially for them providing motivation to anyone getting reluctant today. Winners with cold feet would feel the just-eliminated girls crowding on their cold heels, ready to steal a march at the first sign of a stumble (those clichés just tripped off my tongue). Julia had said that a winner could choose to pull out if she wanted to, and be replaced by one of the others. No threat was voiced - we would never be seen to pressure girls for sex - but the reluctant winners could work out the threat for themselves. As it happened, it was the losers' envy of everything that had happened today that was more motivating than the unspoken threat.

Lunch concluded with the girls in good frames of minds, despite another nutcase incident. I don't bother writing about most of these incidents, but often when I'm in public some nutcase will be unable to restrain him- or her-self from getting in my face and yelling their opinions. Unless it suits me to allow them to talk to me, they usually don't get a chance to bother me for more than a few seconds. As soon as the person has clearly established what they are doing, the Guardian Angel takes appropriate steps. This was just a fairly usual incident: there was no threat, just a guy with a big mouth and no ability to resist inflicting it on me. The angel appeared, grabbed him, flew him outside, stripped him naked, then burned everything he possessed, including his wallet. The angel held him naked and ten feet in the air for a couple of minutes so the public could gawk at him. The angel was in attendance so people knew what was happening as there had been several well-reported precedents before this. He hadn't been too bad, so I lowered him a couple of feet before dropping him the rest of the way. He very hurriedly limped and scurried away - a difficult combination. Julia and I refused to let it upset our table's atmosphere, and the angel later blocked the investigating pair of cops from even knocking on the door of my suite. Such events have happened often enough in the past that the cops should have known not to waste their time trying to talk to me. After the Guardian Angel forcefully but gently blocked them, they radioed for instructions and then left. I never heard any more about it. If the cops did try again, our lawyers would have set them right.

By 6:30pm, I had successfully and very happily achieved eight-ninths of my project's sexual objective, plus had picked up a bonus point for bedding Sarah, a girl who was in Ava's most-beautiful list.

No doubt you'll also be glad to know that despite the almost overwhelming difficulties involved, the girls managed to purchase twenty five new dresses, and where necessary (which also happened to be twenty five times) they also managed to buy new shoes. Everyone was happy, although a few of them were also very envious.

We had a great dinner. There was lots of laughter and joking. I enjoyed myself too because now that the stores were closed, I was the center of attention of two dozen beautiful girls dressed to the eights. Only "eights" because San Francisco didn't really have the best quality stores. We'd chosen it because it was only an hour from home to maximize the boinking time. We could've gone to LA for about the same travel time, but the idea made me cringe. Even though Julia would pay for the shopping - we've got so much money there's simply no point in bothering with who pays for what - I cringed at the thought of her picking up the tab for twenty one girls who were spending other people's money on Rodeo Drive. I cringed at the thought of me picking up the tab for that too. San Francisco was good enough. Our guests weren't fashionistas so we'd been confident that they'd be happy, which they certainly were.

The girls were so happy that the flight home from San Francisco turned into a bit of an orgy for the sexually active SCS girls and me. Only "a bit" of an orgy unfortunately, since even with nearly two dozen girls it's difficult to have a proper orgy in only forty five minutes (get yourself two dozen highly excited girls and try it; you'll see what I mean). One of the still-virgin winners (Carol and Julia thought she was beautiful, but I had her down as only very pretty) played into my hand by stripping and climbing onto the bed. She tried to join the line waiting for access to my cock - that part of me was in GREAT demand! - but I told her, "Skye, I don't believe any girl should lose her virginity in a free-for-all like this. You and I will have a one-on-one session another day so I can pay you the attention you deserve."

"We can do it after we get back? Even though the angel didn't pick me?"

"I doubt very much that the angel is brave enough to contradict Julia, and she did push me into promising to provide that service to all of the winners of the last round, so that's what I'll do. The angel just chose who it wanted me to have the honor of deflowering this afternoon. Next weekend will be fine for us."

"I have to wait that long?"

"I noticed that some of you got quite excited today, and are still excited, so I'd much rather give the remaining virgins time to calm down and think carefully. Losing your virginity is a special event that I wouldn't like you to be pushed into, even by your own excitement. Over the next several days talk to your friends that were with me today, ask them how they feel about it, did they have any regrets, what they wished they'd done differently, etc. We want to make it as special as we can for you. You can tell that to Samantha and Allison when you go back to the main cabin.

^-- "In fact, for all of you here, I'd very much appreciate your talking with each other and your friends about what happened today and letting me know what you think went well or what could have been done better. I suspect Julia might put me in this situation again and I'd like to give the girls the best possible time."

"You want us to talk about it?"

A second orgy member added, "And even criticize you afterward?"

"I just realized that my asking you to talk about it was COMPLETELY unnecessary! One thing I've learned from living with four girls is that they talk about EVERYTHING! Nothing is sacred or private. Normally I cringe in embarrassment, but this time I truly do want you to talk about it. Even talk to the girls who didn't come today to ask them what their fantasies are for their ideal deflowering and anything else you can think of to ask about that. Julia pushes me into these situations and I'm very aware that I have a responsibility to be the best possible lover I can. I only get a short time to give the best lifelong memories I can."