Jo’s Blowjob Marathon

And Jackie and Nadine are two girls in their late twenties, a very cute brunette and a beautiful blonde who work for our station. Like little vacuum cleaners, they regularly wander from floor to floor in our building sucking everything in sight. We knew they’d be working hard the entire time.

The other girls I didn’t know.

With about thirty seconds to blast-off and the M.C. announcing the impending start over his microphone, one of JoAnne’s regular clients stepped forward. I recognized his voice from over the phone. He smiled down at Jo and quietly said:

“Suck it, Bitch.”

Jo smiled up at him and lovingly undid his zipper and belt for him, gently pulling out his soft wang.

“Are you girls ready?” The M.C. called out.

Jo kneeled upright. Man! Her bum looked cute in those navy blue jeans.

“Set!”

Jo glanced up at the smiling face of her first meal.

“Suck!!!”

Jo lunged forward, taking the first cock totally into her mouth and started to slide her mouth to and fro along his length, moving more quickly than was her usual (with me at least) but still in a very controlled, rhythmic fashion. There was no panic here.

Click, click, click went the cameras all around her.

“Look here, Jo,” one of our own video cameramen called out. 

She tilted her head towards his voice, her eyes wide open searching for his camera and an extremely appreciative television audience we were sure would number in the millions.

Jo continued to suck Bernie, sliding her mouth smoothly up and down his shaft while staring right into the camera. I’ve said it before when she looked up while sucking me… seeing her with her long silky blonde hair, her gorgeous big brown eyes open wide and her sensuous mouth wrapped around a horny man’s bone was like looking into the face of an angel. God! She was beautiful!!!

Other girls around the floor were grunting and gagging, pumping like crazy women desperate to get a mouthful of cum and then move on. But not JoAnne. She purred as she sucked… or whimpered quietly with each thrust…

“Hmmm… hmmm… hmmm… hmmm…” she said.

And when she leaned forward to force a man’s cock down her throat, she did so calmly and with ease, her eyes open and showing no concern at all. Yes, she gagged. But she accepted each gag happily, never withdrawing because of it. Her face fully impaled on a seven or eight inch rigid bone, gagging helplessly every so seconds, still her hands rested calm and still on her man’s thighs or knees. Sometimes she reached up and gently stroked his butt, or calmly pulled him even closer to her, so that her nose buried in his belly and his cock head squirmed even further down her throat.

And then she would withdraw and start pumping her head again, this time driving whatever cock was in her mouth deep into her throat with each thrust.

“Hggghhh… hggghhhh… hgggghhh…” she would say quietly.

“Look here,” JoAnne, a cameraman would call again.

And calmly and obediently she would tilt her head and turn her eyes towards the cameras.

It took Jo about six minutes to earn her first mouthful of cum. She slipped her mouth off the rapidly shrinking cock and opened wide to show the judges the mouthful of cum that would allow her to move on to the next blowjob. When they nodded, she swallowed gratefully. Then she peered up and smiled at the face of the next man in line, instinctively reaching for his zipper.

The next man was Rufus, a big burly black man who was the leader of a group of black ex-football players JoAnne blew once a week. The first time Jo came to give them blowjobs, there had been just five of them. But word quickly spread of the gorgeous little blonde and her talented mouth, so that the next time she had to blow seven of them. Then eight. Then ten. The last few visits, she happily kneeled to service eleven of them.

When Jo told them about her plan to enter this marathon and asked if they could help her round up a few more guys for her, they promised to bring twenty. They more than fulfilled their promise, showing up with thirty-three guys… all big and black and with humungous cocks.

“You realize, Little Girl,” Rufus told her in a fatherly voice “that now you’re going to have to blow at least thirty of us every Monday.”

“Hmm hmmm,” she purred contentedly, peering up appreciatively as he stuffed his ten inch snake down her throat.
The cameras, of course, went wild with this.

“Look here, JoAnne.” “Over here, Jo.” “This way, Jo,” they called out. 

Poor Jo did her best.

It took JoAnne almost five hours to blow her thirty-three black men… five hours of deep-throating huge cocks all at least nine or ten inches long and as thick as posts… five hours of repeated gagging and whole body heaving as she stuffed these monsters deep into her throat and then posed for the cameras. Yes… this was a race, but it also was a live T.V. show and Jo wanted to please everybody, not just the guys in her mouth. And so she posed while she choked and gagged and tried not to puke… and had an amazing amount of fun. She wanted to blow Rufus again to thank him for having brought so many guys for her, but that blowjob wouldn’t count if she wanted to break the record for most men blown by one girl in twenty-four hours. Luckily, she would be seeing him and all the guys again in a couple of days and she could thank them all then. She’d just have to remember to leave about five hours available to get to them all.

After five hours of constant sucking, it seemed like a good time for Jo to take a break. She quickly changed out of her jeans into her camel pants. In a minute, she was back on her knees staring up at her two favorite octogenarians, Frank and Burt, who she always blew together. 

At this point, the race was really between the five girls I’d predicted, all having given between thirty and thirty-five blowjobs. Jo, with thirty-four, was in second place just behind Debbie, with Kim at thirty-three, Mary and Nadine at thirty-two and Jackie at thirty. Hearing this, Jo gleefully started blowing the two seniors, her mouth popping strategically between them to keep both moving towards climax. 

“Is it true that you blow horses too, Jo?” Burt asked her sincerely as her mouth worked on Frank.

But poor Jo was distracted, didn’t really hear the question and instinctively nodded.

“Hmm hmm,” she affirmed, unknowingly.

“Hmmmmm,” Burt thought out loud. “My brother still has a farm…”

Jo’s eyes suddenly got real big. ‘So THAT is what the question was,’ she thought to herself.

Frank and Burt were followed by a busload of about twenty of the more robust and horny seniors from the seniors apartments. A couple of them had to pee just as it was their turn. Not wanting to be delayed by them having to find a bathroom, she took them into her mouth to let them relieve themselves, swallowing as fast as she could to avoid getting all wet, and then blowing them afterwards. 

A few of the seniors took a little longer. But several of them were really quick, so that Jo was through all the seniors and working on her fifty-eighth blowjob when eight hours had passed. She was still in second place, but now behind Kim, who was on her sixtieth, with the other leading contenders all within seven of her.

All six girls kept up a torrid pace four the next four hours. All were between eighty and ninety blowjobs by the marathon’s twelve hour midpoint. It appeared that all of them would break the record. But which girl would get the glory? Jo remained in second place, but Kim seemed to be pulling away, now leading by four.

That’s when the first of Jo’s three hockey teams showed up, swelled in size from the usual 10-12 guys to more than twenty. Jo was used to blowing these guys quickly, because the rink closed at or around eleven-thirty and the guys got off the ice at ten and usually weren’t through showering until ten twenty. Jo figured she’d make her move.

And did she ever! To everyone’s amazement, Jo literally became a blowjob machine, blowing all twenty guys in just over ninety minutes. She was REALLY having fun now. She blew a dozen or so strangers just off the street and then her second hockey team all before the sixteen hour mark. Jo had swallowed 137 loads of cum by sixteen hours, was twenty blowjobs ahead of anybody else and the World Record was no longer in question. Her goal now was to shatter it, to average ten blowjobs an hour by blowing 240 guys in 24 hours. She had eight hours to blow 103 more guys. Could she do it?

Jo now had everyone watching her… at least fifty cameras and not only local news but National News following her closely. Everyone was amazed by her endurance. Other than to change into white pants at the thirteen hour mark, and into her light blue five-pocket Guess jeans at eighteen hours, she just kept on pumping, swallowing one load after another after another. The guys, sensing her determination, were great. If ever she seemed to be slowing down, they took over, letting her just open her throat so they could fuck it themselves. 

At about the twenty hour mark, when she was more sleepy than tired, she basically just opened her mouth and let the guys do all the work while she rested her eyes. This actually worked great. Guys were shooting their loads down her throat every three to four minutes.

With one hour to go, only eight girls still were working. Of course, Kim, Mary, Wendy, Nadine and Jackie were among them, in fact all having broken the previous 24-hour record for blowjobs. Two other girls were well past one hundred: a gorgeous , twenty-five year old brunette escort named Tiffany and a really cute blonde named Kirsten who was celebrating her eighteenth birthday in style… she had her share of fans now, of course. But Jo was at two hundred and thirty-one and blowing strong.

She worked the next thirty minutes like a maniac, blowing seven. And then she decided to relax a bit and really enjoy her last half hour. At one cameraman’s request, she blew the next two wearing just her baby blue bikini panties, bra and heels. Then, after two hundred thirty-nine blowjobs and with fifteen minutes remaining, she asked me to step up to the plate.

I told her I really liked her new navy jeans, so she happily changed back into them for me. And then she took me into her mouth and had a blast. I couldn’t believe, after twenty-four hours of continuous cock-sucking, that she could be so playful… but she was. She kissed and licked and sucked and cooed. She deep throated me and held me in her throat for a minute at a time. Then she’d open up her mouth as wide as possible so I could actually fuck her throat. As the final few minutes of time approached, I started to worry that I wouldn’t shoot in time and Jo would miss her most recent goal of 240 blowjobs in 24 hours. But I was being silly. Jo knew EXACTLY what she was doing. With about thirty seconds to go I started spewing the biggest load of my life into JoAnne’s happy mouth. She showed the judges her final mouthful with about ten seconds to spare, and then swallowed it just as time expired.

The entire event was such a HUGE success that the station decided to give money awards to all eight girls who finished. Even Kirsten, the pretty little girl celebrating her eighteenth birthday by placing eighth in the marathon, was awarded $1000. Better yet, after Kirsten rushed over to give Jo a heartfelt kiss and hug for finishing first, Jo promised to bring Kirsten out to meet her thirty-three black ex-footballers… a belated birthday present from Jo.

Besides the $10,000 Jo won for finishing first, she also was awarded $5000 for breaking the old blowjob record. In a closing interview broadcast live, the M.C. asked her what she planned to do with all this money.

“Buy a new car?” he asked her.

“No,” she said coyly. “Better than a car.”

“What?” he pressed her.

“You guys will find out laaaater,” she teased. Then she turned to me and asked me if I’d drive her so she could make her big purchase. She was far too excited to go home right now. 

“Should I bring some of the camera crew?” I asked her.

“Sure,” she said coyly.

Well… sure enough, about one hour later we were on a country ranch filming Jo on her knees saying 'Hello' to her brand new horse.

“What are you going to call him, Jo?” I asked her, holding a microphone out to her face.

“Hmm hmm,” she answered.

“Bucky?” I asked.

“Hmm hmmmmmm,” she nodded confidently.