Any thoughts that JoAnne was going to let up significantly would never be entertained by anyone who knew her and how much she loved having her mouth fucked. Uncle Charlie and I quickly decided that, with four girls now working, at least for the remainder of this day (another 10 hours or so until midnight), we’d keep up the same torrid pace with JoAnne, and send any other Mason’s who wanted to be seen faster to Nadine, Kaitlin and Claire, letting the men choose as much as possible. Poor Claire had had a pretty rough start, what with Mr. Garrett ramming his cock down her throat for a full twenty minutes nonstop before he finally shot his load this time; she could barely talk, but she was more than game to keep going. We decided we’d send her some of the more gentle men, at least until she got to be a little more comfortable with the deep throat thing.

With four girls working, we knew we’d finish the remaining 240 or so before midnight, so we told the captain to create a list of crew who wanted to be blown again (they all did), and Jo and whoever else among the girls still wanted to keep going could take care of them. Jo would still get to blow at least 200 that day, and yet also still get some sleep… if she wanted it, before starting up bright and early the next day.

Each girl, including Claire, wanted at least one turn with old, old Mr. Mulligan, despite his diarrhoea. Claire couldn’t believe that Jo had swallowed the stuff, but admitted that she’d probably rather have everything end up in her mouth than on her uniform.

Over the next several days, JoAnne was thrilled to have company up on the stage, whether inside in the ballroom or outside on the deck. But part of her missed being the only girl, and mouth, on the ship; and all of her missed Bucky. But thank God for cell phones and the internet… because, thanks to them and me, Jo and the other girls received another wonderful surprise when we docked in La Paz on the morning of the fifth day. The girls were all on their knees on deck (they always chose to work on deck when we were coming into port) as the ship came up to the peer. Nadine had brought along 2-weeks’ worth of her satin panties for the trip (bought at the same store as Jo’s), so she and Jo both wore panty suits today. Kaitlin hadn’t expected to be gone for more than a couple of days, so she was in panties and heels too, and a top she borrowed from Nadine. Claire wore hot, pink short shorts, and a tight yellow t-shirt and matching pink heels. It was Claire, in fact, who first noticed the broad ‘bridge’ being laid down between the boat and the dock; and then the horses… six of them.

‘Why are they bringing horses on board a cruise ship?’ she asked herself.

Then she saw several huge dogs being led onto the ship as well, huge Great Danes. And finally, I guess because this was Mexico, after all, a bull.

“Hmm hmmm?” she finally asked Nadine, who kneeled closest to her, directing Nadine’s gaze with her own eyes. As soon as Nadine saw the animals, she alerted Jo.

“Hmm hmmmm!” she called out, loudly. And Jo and Kaitlin both looked.

“Hmm hmmm?” Kaitlin asked. (A bull?)

Luckily, this was a very tame bull, named, interestingly enough, ‘M.J.’ (for another famous Bull, from Chicago). I squatted by Claire to tell her about Bucky and Jo’s almost daily visits and what they entail. I also told her about Nadine and Kaitlin’s experiences with animals, as well. Poor Claire’s eyes grew wide.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmmm?” she asked.

“Only if you want to,” I told her.

She thought a moment, but then nodded. She did NOT want to be left out.

“Maybe, we’ll start you out with one of the dogs,” I suggested. “We’ll let Jo tackle that bull first.”

“Hmm hmm,” Claire nodded, a bit relieved.

The dog we brought to her, whose name was Rambo, was a lot bigger, in both ways, than she expected. When Claire was on her knees, and we held the dog’s paws so it could stand on its two hind legs, the girl’s mouth was right level with the dog’s member. It didn’t look like any penis Claire ever had seen or sucked before.

“Jo says it tastes like chicken,” I kidded her.

Claire laughed… but then got serious again and slowly leaned forward, her mouth open. Many, many cameras were trained on her now, and she knew it. As a last thought, she quickly brushed the seat of her pink shorts with one hand to make sure there was no lint or dirt on it (she wanted her ass to look nice for the pictures, especially since she was sure her family would want pictures of everything), and then she closed her eyes, thrust her face forward, and closed her mouth slowly around Rambo’s shaft.

“Hmm?” she asked me.

“You’re doing great!” I told her, gently fondling her cute little bum with my hand, to sooth her.

Kaitlin and Nadine had horses of their own to feast on, and they’d both started already. Kaitlin had wanted to make sure that her camera crew was catching everything live, because she knew that her boss would want all of this on the air, and especially any footage that had the station’s own roving reporter feasting on beast. Meanwhile, Jo had chosen to start on M.J. The sheer bulk and power of the animal was astounding to us all. But M.J. was, as billed, a dear, and stood very quiet and motionless as Jo slowly and gingerly wrapped her mouth around him. She’d just been told that bull penis actually was served in restaurants as a delicacy; but she was pretty certain that it was not served this way.

Once she got the hang of it, Claire seemed to have the most fun of all, as of this was all so new and exciting for her. The second Great Dane to enter her mouth was named Diablo, and he immediately reminded Claire of crotchety Mr. Garrett, because of the way he incessantly pounded Claire’s helpless little throat. Claire sputtered and choked, but kept both her hands on Diablo’s behind and never once pulled her head back. In fact, within a few minutes, she was timing a forward thrust of her head with his pelvic thrusts, driving him even further down her throat. When we told her that dogs and horses and, I presume, bulls can shoot several loads back to back, she was very intrigued.

“Really?” she asked, breathlessly, after swallowing Diablo’s creamy offering.

We thought that she seemed to have enjoyed her first round with Diablo so much that we let catch her breath for a few more seconds; and then we hoisted Diablo up onto his hind legs again and directed him back into the pretty young stewardess’ mouth.

As it turns out, Diablo and Claire were an item for well over an hour; we just kept feeding him to her, and she certainly didn’t seem to complain. Every time, after swallowing his load, she just rested her bum back against her shoes for a few seconds to desperately catch her breath; and then, when Diablo was lifted into position again, the girl dutifully kneeled upright again and re-buried her face in his crotch.

And when I found out that Diablo’s owner was willing to sell the dog for, admittedly, more than he probably was worth, well… I immediately pulled out my wallet to buy him for Claire so she could enjoy him for the rest of the trip and then take him home with her. I was sure the airline would be all too happy to help her bring him home. Diablo was still mercilessly reaming the poor girl’s throat when I told her the news, and everyone was very, VERY happy for her.

I ended up buying a dog for Kaitlin too, when I saw a dog named Krypton reaming her throat as ferociously as Diablo had done to Claire. In a very cute, albeit a little sadistic little joke, the poor reporter even was handed a microphone by her sound man and told to just hold it near to her mouth as “the sights and sounds of our own Kaitlin Smith interviewing a dog named Krypton are transmitted across the miles to all her fans back home.”

Kaitlin did as told, but her ‘interview’ of Krypton sounded kind of like this: “Hggcchh, hggcchh, hggcchh, hggcchh, hggcchh, hggcchh, hggcchh, hggcchh, hggcchh, hggcchh, hggcchh…” and so on, for over forty minutes.

It was all VERY fun!

By the time Claire had had her turn with Krypton, she was more than ready, and even a little relieved, to tackle one of the horses.

As for the bull, only Jo and Nadine braved him on this day, but both had fun. And, as much creamy fluid as a horse produces, it was nothing compared to this bull. Both girls got as much as they could swallow with Toro. Kaitlin and Claire were assured that we would be stopping in La Paz on the way back from Salina Cruz and that the bull would be back, if they were brave enough.

The afternoon respite with animals had been loads of fun for all four girls; but by late afternoon, they all were feeling guilty for not having taken care of all the Masons yet, and were anxious to get back to them. Working as hard as ever, the four girls satisfied every ship patron by 12:35. Claire was the last one to finish her duties, sucking off a very likeable older man named Mr. Tanner, who was in a wheelchair. She had to kneel fully upright and plunge her head right down into his chair to access him; which made the seat of her pink shorts that much more visible and tight. We all had fun taking numerous pictures of her cute, round little ass, and she was very proud of all the attention it was getting.

That night, Diablo and Krypton slept in a big kennel in a storage area down below.
“He’ll be okay down there?” Claire asked, with sincere concern, of her new pet and friend. We assured her that he would be, and that we’d bring him up to see her first thing in the morning, so she could play with him, and he with her, both morning and evening. She went to bed that night and apparently dreamed that Toro ended up standing up on his hind legs and doing the exact same thing to her as Diablo had done, for hours and hours and hours; and, in the morning, the ponytailed stewardess showed up in a very short, pleated, plaid skirt, white nylon panties, a white blouse and black wide heels (so she looked like a school girl) and announced to everybody that she DEFINITELY wanted a turn with the bull when we returned to La Paz.

Her wearing that skirt, of course, gave me a great idea for some new fun for her with Diablo.

“Just get down on all fours, with your elbows touching the floor” I instructed her, as she kneeled in place up on deck with Diablo waiting. I carefully slipped her panties over to the side and then released Diablo to let him do what came naturally to him.

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