50,000 Blowjobs for JoAnne – PART II

Of course, she already knew, and had been enjoying everything on cable. I handed the phone to Claire so Mom could tell her, herself, how proud she and everyone else at home were of her. And everyone all around the World got a lovely picture of Claire, looking straight into the camera, holding a cell phone quietly to her ear as she listened to her Mom, doing her best not to choke as unknown hands slid another couple of inches down the young stewardess’ throat.

Each girl wanted a turn with each bull, but there was no rush. This party was going to last all day and night, and the bulls, and the horses, were ours until morning.

In between bulls and horses and dogs (both Jo and Nadine were in heaven over their gifts, both of whom more than lived up to their aggressive humper billings), the girls even found time to blow some humans. Of course, Jo did blow Mr. Mulligan on her 25th birthday, and the local and international TV networks and Kaitlin and Nadine’s own stations had a field day with that one. Nadine posed proudly with her Uncle. And, sensing one of their own, all the guys on the two new TV crews had their way with Kaitlin Smith’s mouth.

And we had one more fantastic surprise! Having heard that Acapulco was the place that history was to be made and that her father was to be part of it, Mr. Mulligan’s granddaughter showed up, bringing her daughter and Mr. Mulligan’s great granddaughter, Emily, that same slim teen with short dark brown hair and the nicest smile who’d been so appreciative to JoAnne back in Vancouver. Wanting this moment to span the generations, Mom immediately brought Emily over so her daughter could see and blow ‘Grandpa’, while she herself proudly looked on and caught everything on film. When Grandpa shot his load, Emily swallowed it and smiled. But Mom wanted more pictures, so she grabbed the next senior in line and Emily happily complied. Soon, Emily had her very own line-up, which ultimately included Krypton; and so she now, in her short, short jean shorts, a white and pink striped top, and sneakers, was ‘one of the girls’. I watched Emily kneeling there, with Krypton going utterly wild pounding her throat, and applauded Mom for having brought Emily here.

‘What a nice mom,’ I thought to myself.

And the next time the girls kneeled for bulls, again thanks to North American money and my cell phone, there were five huge animals, and Emily had her own fine black bull named ‘Sombra’ (which means ‘Shadow’) to take a spot under. Mom and Grandpa both got a front row seat to see Emily doing herself proud under this huge animal. And, even though she had not had much prior testing of her gag reflex or time to learn to suppress it, nonetheless, her sheer determination led her to choke and spit and gurgle her way at least 12 inches up the big boy’s shaft, and probably at least six inches down her throat… to everyone’s delight. And there was so much excitement about this and how amazingly sweet Emily’s little bum looked in her short shorts, that all plans Mom had had about taking her daughter back into Acapulco, to spend the rest of the afternoon shopping there, were discarded.

“There is NO WAY that you are going anywhere today, young lady,” she laughingly but decisively informed her daughter, “other than under every bull, horse and big dog on board this ship!”

Emily just stared at her Mom and sort of foamed at the mouth (she could do nothing more with Sombra that far down her throat); but Grandpa laughed and clapped his hands.

“Bring on another bull!!!” he exclaimed, happily.

And as much fun as old Mr. Mulligan had had having his cock blown by so many beautiful young girls, including Emily, nothing could compare to the vivacity and enthusiasm he had now, cheering on his great granddaughter as one huge animal after another was brought to her… first another bull; then a Great Dane; then a horse, then another bull, then a horse… and so on. And Mom cheered too, both for her grandfather, seeing his unbridled enjoyment, and for her daughter, seeing how much fun SHE was having too.

We left Acapulco much richer than we had been coming to it. First, Mom emphatically tore up Emily’s plane ticket and purchased a berth for her on the boat, so the girl had no choice but to stay with us for the rest of the way to Salina Cruz and back to Vancouver. (She couldn’t have left then anyway, as Mom had just asked for Furia, the red bull, to be brought around for Emily a second time, and here he was.)

“You have fun,” she said to her daughter, kissing her quickly on the cheek and then lovingly pushing her down to her knees where the young girl now needed to be. Mom glanced back one last time to see Emily leaning further and further forward to accept more and more of Furia’s length, as encouraging hands guided her head from behind; but the ship was just getting ready to pull away; so, reluctantly, Mom had to go.

Second, we had arrived with two dogs, and left with four dogs, four horses and, as you might now have guessed, some bulls… two of them, in fact, Furia and El Adorado, the bulls included especially for young Emily, at her Mom’s insistence. A special place was set up on the deck for the horses and bulls, kind of like a petting zoo, but truly a sucking zoo, where Emily especially spent most of her time. Incidentally, though she never quite got used to high heels, Emily did take to JoAnne’s panty suit idea, borrowing several from Jo’s huge supply and alternatively wearing short shorts (jeans shorts, white shorts, yellow shorts, green shorts) or panties (in all sorts of colours), depending on how she was feeling throughout the day (she looked so cute prancing about the deck or on her knees in her panties, sneakers and whatever little top she was wearing). And, by spending several hours each day under bulls and horses, and having turns with each of the dogs very day, by the 12th day of the trip, Emily actually managed to take one bull, whose shaft was considerably thinner than the others, so far into her throat that she actually was able to really push and, with the shaft bending a little bit, touched the animal’s belly with her nose. Not bad for this little teen who couldn’t have weighed more than 90 pounds! Needless to say, I had no choice but to buy the lover, El Adorado, for Emily; I was sure that her Mom could make some arrangements for the bull in a stable somewhere near their home. After that, Emily and ‘Eddie’ (what Emily nicknamed him) became almost inseparable, quite literally, because 20-24 inches of him was invariably rooted in the teen’s mouth and throat a lot of the time.

Luckily, the other girls took up the slack with the other animals once Emily and Eddie became so ‘attached’, though each girl sure started to have her favourites. Of course, each girl LOVED her own dog, and spent at least twice a day throat-entertaining him. Kaitlin’s TV crew lured her into ‘interviewing’ Furia, the other bull, to find out how he felt about being so slighted by Emily (not really, though, as Emily still had Furia in her mouth more than any other girl). Kaitlin wore lovely, chocolate brown dress pants and heels and a lighter brown blouse for this interview, which sounded kind of like:

“lgggghhhhhhghhhghhhhhghhhghhhghhghhhghhhghhhhghhhhghhhhhhhghhhghhhghhhhhh,”
and so on, as Kaitlin struggled for words (and breath).

The red bull really said nothing, but that was okay. As the soundman held Kaitlin’s head and kept pushing her further and further onto the animal, for more than an hour, the female reporter’s helplessly flailing arms and wiggling little ass said it all.

And, after that, given the ‘suckcess’ of the first encounter (18 ½ inches), Kaitlin had more and more reason to visit Furia for similar follow-up interviews to get to know him even more ‘deeply’.

In addition to the horses and her dog and Furia, JoAnne continued to service all the men on board, aided especially by Nadine, but also by the other three. JoAnne surpassed 51,000 career blowjobs easily by the last day, and had publically announced to everyone that she now was driving for 100,000 by age 30.

“Will you come back and help us out next year?” Uncle Charlie asked her, since he already was convinced this cruise now needed to be an annual event.

“Sure,” Jo replied. And the other four girls, Emily included, nodded too.

Everyone was really sad when we finally docked in Vancouver. At first, Claire said she had to leave us to return to work; but then she reasoned that, now that she had Diablo, she really couldn’t envision being a stewardess any more.

“He needs me,” she said.

We all agreed that Diablo certainly would go nuts if Claire deviated at all from her now established routine.

“Can you use another girl?” she asked me.

I nodded. “Then you girls can take turns looking after the dogs if one or two of you are away all night,” I said

That sounded great to Jo, Nadine and Claire. Even Kaitlin agreed to ‘pop on over to take care of the dogs’ if all three of the girls were working late, and we knew she was sincere.

Claire also was VERY interested in meeting Bucky and his pals. (As it turns out, Claire did move to our city and into an apartment just down the street from our house; but she also continued to be a stewardess, working for a more local airline so she rarely was away overnight, and working fewer flights so she could work with Jo and Nadine. Consequently, when Claire wasn’t soaring the friendly skies, she was orally exploring between men’s thighs, and loving it.)

Emily’s Mom was there at the dock. I’d called ahead to let her know about Emily’s pet bull, and she was delighted.

“Of course I’ll find a place,” she said. And she was really curious as to whether or not I’d actually SEEN her daughter take the bull into her throat all that way. (I had, and showed her pictures on my digital to prove it.)

Consequently, arrangements were made for a truck to pick ‘Eddie’ up from the boat to bring him to a farm not far from their home. mom and daughter then were going to drive behind the truck on the way to Kamloops. After that, Mom expected Emily to visit and have fun with her bull daily all summer from then on. But then, after talking things over with Emily, Mom suddenly decided to send the girl home with Jo, Nadine and me for the rest of the summer, after she’d spent a week at home to play with ‘Eddie’ and to show off to everyone at home what she now could do.

“You can put her to work, can’t you?” Mom asked me, hopefully.

“She wouldn’t be able to charge for it,” I cautioned them both. “Not until next year.”

Mom’s eyes lowered. “This man needs convincing, Emily” she finally said, once again gently pushing down upon her daughter’s shoulder so that the girl slipped down to her knees; and then leaning over herself to deftly undo my belt and zipper while Emily watched quietly from about one foot away. Mom then stood up straight and her hand found the back of Emily’s head, gently directing it forward towards my now exposed dick. I watched in amazement as Emily leaned forward without resistance and without using her hands to take my rapidly swelling cock into her mouth. As Mom watched quietly, the girl started to suck me, deep throating me with ease and with absolutely no hint of embarrassment, right on the peer as swarms of strangers milled all around us.

“So…” Mom started to renegotiate.

“I’m sure we can still put her to work!” I soon relented, as Emily pushed her nose so far into my belly, I thought my dick was going to burst out the back of her neck. Mom was very pleased at my reversal, convinced that it would be a great experience for Emily, giving her a really GREAT job to go to next summer, when she could ask for compensation. But also so proud of Emily, watching her utilize her mouth and throat so skilfully. She had learned so much on that trip!

Between them, Kaitlin, Jo and Nadine blew every man on the plane on the way home. The stewardesses were a bit older, and not nearly as pretty as Claire on this flight, so I was glad that all three of these girls were with me to spread the love.

A week later, Emily arrived with a huge scrap book of pictures her mother had taken of her with ‘Eddie’ and with various uncles and cousins. But she actually was so tired from the flight, and from having spent most of her last night at a stable with her pet, that she went fast asleep in the car. Ultimately, I had to wake her out of a deep sleep so she could follow me up the driveway to the house I now share with Jo, Nadine and Heather.

But I certainly woke her up when I gave her a little tour of the house, finishing with the back yard. At first, Emily didn’t seem to register what she was seeing; but then her eyes grew wide, and she turned to me with a pleading look.

“Can I… you know?” she asked.

“He’s been waiting… just for you,” I told her, with a smile and a nod.

The happy teen immediately kissed me; and then she ran right outside and dropped to her knees to ‘try out’ the friendly and very passive old black bull (named Jackson) that the girls and I had bought (1) to keep our grass short; and (2) to make Emily feel right at home.