50,000 Blowjobs for JoAnne – PART I

Her goal today was to keep blowing until she’d blown all the Masons a second time, and then stop for a few hours the next morning. She had blown 290 during the first 24 hours of the voyage, so blowing 314 (and Mr. Mulligan 3 times) shouldn’t take much more than that this time. And then she’d be down to about 950 over the last 6 days before her birthday, just 159 a day. Around 2 o’clock, however, I noticed that she was slowing down a bit, and looking sleepy. I suggested that she take a break, or actually end at midnight, as originally planned.

But she shook her head adamantly and said “hmm hmmm!”

San Diego was to deliver four big surprises, one of which I fully expected, one I partially expected, and two that took even me, the schemer, totally by surprise.

The first surprise, which I partially expected, was that the peer would be full of people wanting to see Jo… that, in fact, was why I’d had her kneel to work on the main deck. The second surprise, which I fully knew about, and which had given me reason to suspect the first surprise, was that our very own hometown reporter, Kaitlin Smith (who had interviewed young teen Mary and her older sister Kim when they blew all the santa Claus imposters at a big Santa Claus convention years ago (see MARY BLOWS SANTA) and who later had almost single-handedly saved Christmas herself by giving 30 consecutive days of blowjobs to raise money for a children’s charity after it had been stolen (see KAITLIN GAGS ON CHRISTMAS, PARTS I & II), had travelled all the way from Ontario with a small camera crew, on assignment, to interview Jo and see how she was coming along with her drive to “50 in 25”. She showed up looking as professional as ever, but dressed a little more lightly than she had for those two Christmases in Ontario. This time, she wore a tight pair of white shorts; a pale yellow blouse, the tails tied in the front at her waist; and white heels. She came on board with her crew and started to set up, while the other two big surprises were unfolding.

The third surprise was that Claire, the pretty stewardess from the flight to Vancouver had shown up, having done a switch with some other girl so she could join us now and for the remainder of the trip. As instructed, she came in her flight uniform and immediately was led up to see me and JoAnne. JoAnne, of course was busy, but still delighted to see her. But not as delighted as crotchety old Mr. Garrett, an 81-year old man who had been waiting in line too long for his liking and had become extremely impatient. Poor Claire had hardly just said ‘Hello’ and was about to ask Jo how her pace was going, when she saw someone come up from the side, grab her shoulder and push her to her knees. Instinctively, she turned her head to see who it was and to say something… only to have Mr. Garrett roughly thrust his already hard cock into her mouth and down her throat.

“Hggggghhhh!” was all she could say.

The day before, Mr. Garrett had mercilessly fucked Jo’s mouth for almost 10 minutes (he was slower to get off than most, despite already being hard), and it had been all Jo could do to keep from puking. Now, it was Claire’s turn. The poor girl felt Mr. G’s still very strong hands clasping her head and his bone-hard cock being pumped violently down her throat… over and over and over and over and over and… you get the point. Claire’s eyes were wide with panic, but I squatted down with my camera and gave her encouragement as I took pictures. Tears were streaming down Claire’s cheeks and her eye shadow was becoming smeared across her cheeks, but she was a real trooper, and didn’t even try to push away (she couldn’t have anyway; Mr. G. held her too strong); and, at my prompting, she kept her eyes open and looking into the camera as much as possible. I told her how wonderful the pictures and video coverage would be of her, and that soothed her a bit.

Meanwhile, with the camera crew now set up for the live news report, Kaitlin the reporter had squatted down besides JoAnne to get her interview.

“Is it true, JoAnne, that you are now within about one thousand blowjobs of having given 50,000, all BEFORE your 25th birthday?” she asked, then thrusting the microphone towards Jo.

“Hmm hmmm!” Jo answered, proudly.

“And that’s why you are on this cruise ship, just you and over 300 elderly Masons, so that you can…”

And that’s as far as Kaitlin got, because she instinctively turned her head towards a shadow approaching her from her left and had a cock shoved down HER throat. With strong hands holding her head just like strong hands were holding Claire’s, what could the pretty reporter do but go from squatting to kneeling to accept this new charge while her soundman took over and interviewed all three girls. Wow!

I was on my third digital memory card of the day when I received word that Uncle Charlie wanted to see me. And that’s when I got the biggest surprise of all. When I first saw Charlie, all I really saw was him, with his big handlebar moustache and an even bigger smile across his face. But then I chanced to look down to see Nadine, his niece, who was on her knees, blowing him. She was facing away from me, her face plunging into and out of her uncle’s crotch; but I’d know Nadine from any angle; and I recognized the wonderfully tight, light blue Guess jeans she was wearing, and her light purple top and matching heels.

Still, I was so incredulous that I came around to the side to make sure. Sure enough, the gorgeous eyes that looked up at me and the amazingly talented mouth surrounding Uncle Charlie’s cock were none other than Nadine’s.

“Nadine?” I exclaimed, obviously surprised.

“Hmm hmmm! (Hello!)” Nadine greeted me, cheerily.

Uncle Charlie started to explain: “She got a couple of girls named Heather and Jackie to cover for her at the senior’s apartments, and a young girl named… what’s her name, Sweetie?” He asked Nadine. “Was it Madison?”

Nadine nodded. “Hmm hmm!” she said, peering up at both our faces from her knees.

“Anyway, Nadine got Madison to cover her hockey teams…”

But my mind was drifting now. Madison is a REALLY cute little blonde 18-year old who I met when she served me as a waitress at, interestingly enough, HER uncle’s restaurant (see ‘Sandy and Jo's Chocolate Coated Cum – Parts 1&2’). At the end of the meal, after I’d tipped Madison with a mouthful of my semen and sperm, Madison’s Uncle and I convinced her to join JoAnne, Nadine and another blonde named Sandy (see ‘Sandy, the Bankteller Prostitute’, and other stories) for a fun night of street prostitution. Now, in my mind, I pictured this little blonde teen on her knees, being relentlessly throat-fucked by two teams of sweaty hockey players in a smelly locker room, and I smiled. I knew she’d be having the best time. But then my mind drifted back to what Uncle Charlie was saying. He must have realized that I’d drifted off, because he quickly summarized.

“Anyway,” he continued, “Nadine made all these arrangements so she could join us here and be with us the rest of the way, didn’t you Sweetie?”

“Hmm hmmmm!”

Charlie laughed, obviously VERY pleased that his favourite niece was going to be able to join all the fun. And then he grabbed her head and started pounding her throat in earnest. I told Nadine just to keep having fun and that I’d be back later to help her with her bags. Meanwhile, Charlie had just taken an even firmer grip of his niece’s head, had shoved his cock all the way down her throat, and now just was holding it there, so that Nadine’s nose was bent from being pulled into his belly… and all she could do was look up at me helplessly with tears dripping from her big blue eyes and kind of say: “Lhhggghh.”

At the same time, Kaitlin was being kept VERY busy. Of course, as a young, but seasoned reporter, her original plan had been to come on board, interview Jo and a few of the happy Masons, and maybe give a few blowjobs herself to thrill the folks back at the station, but then to de-board before the ship left dock, that evening. But Mr. Garrett was immediately replaced by Mr. Tomlin; who was replaced by Mr. Brown; who was replaced by an endless stream of more horny old men… with her mouth being fucked continuously, Kaitlin lost all track of time… and the live feed of her was being so favourably received at the home station that her film crew were instructed just “to keep Kaitlin busy.” No one told her what the various horns meant when the ship was being prepared to pull away from the dock several hours later. By the time she noticed the peer moving – “Why is the peer moving?” she thought at first – and then realized that it was not the peer but the ship that was moving, and that she still was on it, it was too late. Once she had swallowed her current load, she started to protest, but the cock that now was shoved into her mouth was that of her sound man, so she knew that she had been given a new assignment, all the way from the head office.

“Hmm hmm hmmm!” she scolded her crew, giving them a playful ‘you are so naughty’ look. But she actually didn’t mind one bit. Among other things, she’d heard about, but hadn’t been able to find or interview, the man who had just celebrated his 100th birthday on board, and now she was certain that she would be able to do far more than that.

As the ship pulled away from the San Diego peer, with the night lights of the city shining beautifully behind them, the four girls kneeled in almost a row, up on deck, their eyes alternating between the lights and the cameras, and their mouths and throats moving from one man to the next to the next to the next…, all knowing that the next 12 days would be the busiest, and perhaps the most fun, of their entire lives.