50,000 Blowjobs for JoAnne – PART I

Jo first was taken to her stateroom, so she could fix her make-up and freshen up. She debated whether she should leave her jeans on or strip down to her panties, some skimpy top and heels – her trademark ‘panty suit’ that she had become famous for, both on the streets of her town and in numerous television and porn movie/porn site appearances she has made. Finally, she decided that it might get cooler as the ship went out to sea, and she might want to spend some time blowing guys up on the deck; so she would use this opportunity to strip down to the satin white bikini panties she was wearing, and proudly left her cabin. The jaw of the young sailor left behind to guide her up to the ballroom dropped when he saw her. JoAnne thought this was so cute, she dropped too, down to her knees to let him fuck her throat. And fuck her throat he did, he was so excited. It took him just three minutes to fill Jo’s mouth with the biggest load of sperm he’d ever produced. Jo swallowed it, and then was led up to the ballroom where many already were gathering. A quick glance told Jo that most of these men were very old, almost everyone above 65 and even a sizeable percentage in their eighties, and she reasoned that almost none of these guys would have fucked the throat of a pretty young girl for decades. Consequently, she knew that she was in for two weeks of constant, throat-fucking fun.
Like the parting of the Red Sea, the crowd parted as JoAnne was led up to the ‘stage’. In addition to the panties, she had chosen to wear that same, sleeveless, orange half sweater (reaching to just below her breasts, just above her belly button) and 3-inch black spiked heels she’d worn that first day she’d donned her panty suit for me. God! She looked amazing again! Every man there, including me, lusted after her gorgeous little ass in those wonderful white panties. Jo made a bit of a show of pulling her sweater down a bit in the back, like some girls do to cover their ass when they are feeling self-conscious about it; but it was all in fun. Again, JoAnne couldn’t pull that sweater down to within six inches of her panties and she knew it. Several men couldn’t help themselves and reached out to touch her pantied ass as she passed. Jo was happy to accommodate them.
At this point, the boat hadn’t left the dock yet, so many patrons still were on deck, waving to friends and family left behind on the peer. But soon the boat started moving and more men started to flock into the ballroom to see and, eventually meet and meat Jo. Each man got to sign his name on a list as he came in, reserving his spot in the line-up to Jo’s mouth.

It actually was about 15 minutes before the boat left the peer that Jo dropped to her knees to start on her very own 14-day voyage into infamy, so she already was into her third Mason by the time the new flock started to arrive. But she’ll never ever forget the first man she blew on this trip, because it was his 100th birthday. Ancient Mr. Mulligan had to be helped up onto the stage and supported on each side while JoAnne blew him. He smelled, his cock was caked with dried shit, and he kept peeing into her mouth. But JoAnne was so pleased and proud to be a part of his big day. Many wanted pictures, including his teenage great granddaughter, Emily, who wasn’t going on the trip, but had been allowed on board prior to the ship leaving the dock just for this fun event in her grandpa’s life. The first few pictures had Jo kneeling at the old man’s feet, his soft, shit-caked cock resting gently on her tongue and Jo’s eyes smiling brightly into the camera. She helped to pull his pants down so she could use her tongue to clean his balls. And then she mustered as much saliva as she could to give his cock a nice spit-rinse. After a few minutes, his cock and balls were nice and clean, so Jo could concentrate on the blowjob itself. He kept peeing in little spurts, but Jo just kept swallowing and sliding her head back and forth. To everyone’s surprise (except maybe mine and Jo’s), the old man did get hard; and then, after about 10 minutes of hard work, Jo was rewarded with an astonishingly sizeable load of 100-year old cum. People first thought the old man was having a seizure when he started to jerk; but I knew better. I believe that there is no man or beast that Jo couldn’t and wouldn’t suck cum out of, so long as they have a cock to suck.

Mr. Mulligan’s great granddaughter was so pleased for him, and appreciative to Jo. “I’m sorry about the shit; he’s had diarrhoea for awhile, and it’s impossible to keep him clean” she said, coyly.

“Don’t be silly,” Jo said, gaily, to the teen. And then she added: “I’ll make sure I clean him up every morning and night.” And she gave the old man’s now shrunken cock a final kiss, knowing she’d be seeing and tasting an awful lot of it over the next two weeks.

As for Emily, she left the boat feeling so relieved that her great grandpa’s cock would be getting a good spit-clean twice a day to clean all the diarrhoea off of it. Everyone else felt so good for the old man too, and for Jo, who obviously felt good about what she could do for him.

Uncle Charlie wondered how late JoAnne would choose to work that first evening, since she was having such a late start to her blowjob day. Of course, he laughed when I told him about JoAnne’s ‘early start’ on the plane and was very excited to hear of Claire and see the pretty pictures I’d taken of her with all these different cocks in her mouth.

“She’ll bring her uniform, I hope,” he said.

I nodded. “Every guy wants to pork the mouth of a pretty stewardess,” I said, agreeing with his implied sentiment.

Anyway, Charlie wondered how late Jo would work that first day.

“Maybe until midnight, and get an early start the next morning?” he half asked.

But Jo had already told me her plans, which were not to stop until she had blown EVERY Mason on the ship at least once.

“I just found out there are 314 of us,” he said, a bit coyly because he’d under-estimated by almost one hundred.

I said I would talk to Jo. When I did tell her of the higher than expected number of Masons, and asked her if she still intended to blow everyone at least once, she just nodded.

“Hmm hmmmm!” she said happily. But then she added: “Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmm,” holding up two fingers, and I knew that she was speaking of Mr. Mulligan.

I laughed.

“What about the crew?” I asked her. “Apparently, there are about a hundred on board, and Uncle Charlie told me that they, apparently, have been offered blowjobs at the very beginning and end of the cruise.”

“Hmm hmmm!” she nodded emphatically again. Of course!

I knew that, with over 400 blowjobs to give and it already being about 4:00 p.m. before she’d blown her first, it even would take Jo at least until midnight the next day, but that would be perfect. She’d then be able to rest for 6 hours or so, shower and change, and then start over. And she’d be well on her way to that her goal of 50,000 blowjobs by age 25, with now less than 1300 to go over the last 7 days. Of course, by the end of the 14-day voyage, she’d far surpass the 50,000, maybe even by a thousand, so she’d be well on her way to 100,000 by 30, which I was sure would be her next goal. There would be no stopping her, because I knew that, even though she might not be able to give every Mason a blowjob every day… she’d do her best.

For the next 38 hours, Jo was insatiable, rarely going more than about 60 seconds without a cock in her mouth. In fact, most of the time, the next cock replaced the old within 5 seconds. Naturally, except for the crew, all the cocks were ‘old’. And her favourite was Mr. Mulligan’s. The second time she serviced him, he’d filled his pants with diarrhoea again, and this time his cock and balls were swimming in wet shit; but Jo didn’t mind. Her tongue went right to work cleaning his balls. We even carefully turned the old man around and helped him lean forward so Jo could lick his asshole clean. And then we turned him around again and Jo took his cock into her mouth to clean and suck it. She lovingly spent at least ten minutes with him again. He even rewarded her with a mouthful of diarrhoea once, when he suddenly started to moan and we correctly suspected the next wave. Jo was lucky, because we just had had time to turn him around and she had just opened her mouth wide over his hole when a huge gush of liquid shit came out. Jo laughed when the frenzy of picture taking started up again; but she held everything in her mouth until we all were done, and then swallowed and started up on the old man’s dick again.

Jo finally finished the last crew member at 2:17 on the morning, of the third day, after having sucked 409 different men, and Mr. Mulligan three times. Her count was now down to 1266. I led her down to her cabin and told her that no one would mind if she slept until noon. But… you know Jo… she didn’t. By 8 a.m., she was up and dressed and asking Uncle Charlie if he could have it announced that she was starting up again. I slyly suggested that she give the next round of blowjobs on the main deck, since we were due to sail into San Diego Harbour and she might want to see it. I say ‘slyly’ because I knew something that she didn’t.

Anyway, Charlie said “no problem” to both requests. He spoke to the captain, and a very nice area was set up for JoAnne on the front forward deck, in a perfect spot where she would be high enough above everyone else to look out and see San Diego, and everyone on the boat and on the peer would be able to see her. Because it was San Diego, the home of the bikini, even though it was a bit cooler on deck, Jo insisted on again wearing just satin bikini panties (baby blue ones with pink flowers on it, the same style and from the same store as her white ones) and pink heels below the waist, and a pink half sweater reaching to just above her belly button, above the waist. We were still half a day from San Diego, but her eyes constantly watched for the California coast as she rhythmically bobbed her head to and from.