Rachel & Elizabeth's Kneel-Down, Blowjob Challenge

Eventually, Elizabeth saw what was going on with Rachel, and she became determined to do the same. Gag reflex or not, she started to force her face hard forward, and soon felt the beast’s tip break through past her tonsils. The momentum of her pushing was such that she continued to fall forward, until she too had at least 12 inches of horse hose down her throat.

“Grab her head,” the producer instructed when he noticed the teen starting to choke, and thought she might pull back. Like Rachel, her panty-line was just too perfect now to lose, at least before viewers had had several minutes to enjoy it and those with cameras time to take their fill of gorgeous pictures.

Luckily, strong hands grabbed Beth’s head before she had any opportunity to pull back, and held her firm. The desperate squirming of the teen’s little ass just made the view that much sweeter, actually prolonging the length of time the producer would insist Beth stay as is. In addition, the added force her ‘spotter’ had to apply, combined with the side to side tilting of Beth’s head as she squirmed in fact forced more and more length down her throat. Soon, her nose was but a few inches from the horse’s underbelly. ‘Could she go all the way?’ she started to wonder.

As if reading her mind, Corrine understood what her daughter was contemplating and grunted at Beth’s spotter.

Hggggghmmm,” she said, signalling with her head.

The spotter understood and, with a final huge shove, immediately had the young blonde teen’s cute little nose buried in horse belly. The crowd erupted in applause, and all cameras were on Beth. She knew she was in trouble (albeit, really FUN trouble) when the crowd started counting. Did they want her to go for some kind of deep throat record? Everyone at school had heard about this other pretty blonde Canadian, named JoAnne, who had been setting all sorts of unbelievable World blowjobs records when she wasn’t blowing every man within a hundred miles as a full-time prostitute. Among her most notable records were (1) blowing and swallowing cum from 273 men using nothing but her mouth (and throat) in an annual Blowjob Marathon (her first year, she shattered the old record, which was in the 180 range by blowing 241, and she had added to that record ever since); (2) swallowing 4.73 litres of cum (literally, a bucket full) donated by 1,152 men in one hour; and (3) going nose-to-belly with a horse for 307 ½ minutes. Did the crowd want this young teen to do that? But no… there just were too many men (and others) waiting for her on this day.

Nonetheless, what she was doing certainly was worth prolonging for awhile. One reporter even crawled under the horse to ‘interview her’. But what possibly could Elizabeth say with her throat stuffed? Of course, she was proud of her accomplishment, she rolled her eyes when he asked her. She just wished she could say ‘Hi’ to her older brother, whom she was sure was watching on TV. But all she could do was turn her eyes towards the microphone and camera and ride out the interview. Did she want to do this with ALL the horses that had shown up? Of course she did, she wished she could say.

At one point, she lifted her feet (still in those sexy shoes) off the ground, she was leaning so far into the horse, and started waving them about, helplessly; everyone thought this was kind of cute. And, naturally, her panty line looked great through all of this, she was repeatedly told; and again, both she and her Mom were so pleased she’d decided to buy and wear nice blue bikini panties for this event.

The last big surprise for Elizabeth was the humungous volume of fluid her horse would release, 100 times what a man would do. Mom was so proud of how Beth swallowed everything but the first gush, some of which burst out of her mouth and nose from the unexpected force of the jet against the back of her throat. She had help being a cum receptacle, of course, in the form of that same firm pair of hands holding her head, for which she was very thankful. And she also was pleased that she’d been lucky enough to have pulled back at just the right time, so that only the tip was in her mouth, allowing everything to empty into her mouth where she could enjoy the taste.

After servicing this big guy, even the biggest man was no problem. Her gag reflex still was there, but she’d seen how fun it was just to ram a cock down her throat anyway, and how the heaving would become less and less frequent the longer she held something in her throat. But she certainly was pleased when the next horse was moved into position, as well as those same helpful pair of hands (incidentally, the hands belonged to her best girlfriend, Ruth), so she could have her throat stretched to the max again.

The rest of the day went like this: 7 guys followed by a horse; then 6 guys followed by a horse; then 3 guys, followed by a horse; then 8 guys followed by a horse; and so on, with the occasional Great Dane or bulldog thrown in. All of Elizabeth’s 6 uncles, included Uncle Fred, got to ‘ream the shit’ out of both Elizabeth and her Mom’s throat. Even gay Uncle Harry joined in the fun, adding to the excitement by poking his rod up his gay lover’s ass, just as the guy was planning to go take a dump, and then offering his shit-coated cock to his favourite niece. It ended up being so covered in shit, it literally had huge chunks stuck to it. Elizabeth opened her mouth up as wide as she could to make sure she didn’t knock any of the shit off before it was in her mouth. And then she slowly and very proudly closed her mouth down around it, feeling the fun squish of shit as it completely filled every recess of her mouth. Watching her daughter lovingly holding her gay uncle’s shit-sandwiched cock in her mouth, posing for dozens and dozens of pictures, made Mom very proud too. She knew she’d have to include a picture like this, plus at least one of Beth with a horse in her next annual Christmas letter, which she’d send to everyone else in the family, as well as dozens of family friends who’d known Beth since she was little. Everyone would be so happy for her.

Besides the steady stream of horses, other advantages of moving the whole event outdoors were (1) that more and more guys could line up for one of the girls; (2) that passers-by walking their dogs could join in, dogs included; and (3) that the mall’s 10 p.m. closing hour failed to be an issue. So, when 10 p.m. approached, the three girls with cocks in their mouths were approached to ask them if they wanted to keep on going, and for how long. Rachel and Corrine deferred to the youngest, to see what she wanted.

“Do you want to keep going, Beth?” she was asked.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked, hopefully. (Really?)

“If you want to,” she was told.

Hmm hmmmmmmmmm!” she nodded, now without hesitation, seeing hundreds of men and at least a dozen horses still waiting.

‘How long?’ was the next question. They kept asking the young teen. “Two more hours?” they asked.

“Hmm hmm,” she answered, she said, indicating more with her upwardly-raised thumb.

“Four hours?” they asked.

“Humm hmm,” she answered again, continuing to gesture with her thumb; she was almost giddy now, so excited she was at the prospect of being able to continue for as long as she wanted.

The producer got the hint. “Can you keep going until noon?” the producer asked her, a big, knowing smile on his face. “That’d be another 14 hours.

Elizabeth nodded emphatically. AT LEAST until noon would be great. She was having too much fun to want to stop any time soon. And so it was that the girls and the camera crew worked through the night. It was like one big, all-night party.

Rachel did have to leave the next afternoon, to rest up for several hours before traveling to another city to shoot a challenge in another city. But, come noon, Elizabeth and her Mom were still going strong, and a decision was made to finally close up at six. The infomertial people were great, though, leaving behind a small film crew to keep shooting Beth and her Mom until they finished. The crew would travel to the next city that evening to catch up with Rachel.

If the camera crew had fallen love with the feisty little teen before, now that Rachel was gone, Elizabeth DEFINITELY was the centre of attention. One of Beth’s other girlfriends turned producer, making sure that the biggest juiciest cocks, and certainly any with shit on them, got steered the young teen’s way; she even coached her friend, to make sure she was looking at the camera when shit was in her mouth or cocks were in her throat. And horses and the biggest dogs Elizabeth had ever seen just kept showing up. The fur on one huge Golden Retriever tickled Beth’s nose so much, she kept sneezing. And, each time she did, she instinctively lunged forward, driving him deeper into her throat… and making her gag. It was sneeze-jerk-gag; sneeze-jerk-gag… Beth especially thought it all was very funny.

But the best part of all was when Mom ended up blowing a local pimp, a big black dude named Emile. Emile wanted to know if she (Mom) would be comfortable with him recruiting Beth to be one of his girls. He promised that he’d keep her safe, but also very, VERY busy.

“The girls work 1st and Queens,” he explained.

Now, Corrine had heard about 1st and Queens. Mostly blacks and bikers came out there, where the girls all wore jeans and shorts so tight they went right up their ass, brightly coloured 3-inch spike heels, and so much make-up, everyone knew that they were prostitutes. Then the girls were expected to blow an endless stream of men in a parking lot right behind where the girls stood. Rumour had it that a young pretty girl, like Elizabeth, would have her throat pounded all night long. Corrine was thrilled; and so was Beth.

“Hmm hmmm? (Can I?)” she asked her Mom.

“Hmm hmmm (of course),” Mom nodded, so very pleased for her.

The pimp pulvarized Beth’s throat a little later, to seal the deal.

By the time Elizabeth and her Mom were done with everyone, it was just past 9:45. The crew had been so kind to stay on, to capture every minute of Elizabeth’s coming out party. Between her and her Mom, they’d blown 424 males, 327 of them with 2 legs and the remainder… well, and they’d swallowed gallons and gallons of all sorts of cum. Beth had hoped to go off with Emile, but he wanted her to rest up, and he’d pick her up at 4 p.m. the next afternoon.

All in all, this had been the most fun this mother and daughter ever had had. They both were so thankful to me, they offered Beth’s young mouth to me every day until the day I die, as often and whenever and wherever I wanted. I promised to visit Beth out at her new street-side ‘office’ in the next day or so, and she was very pleased.

As for their pants… well, amazingly, despite more than 24 hours kneeling on a paved loading dock, the girls’ knees remained pretty clean.

That’s one hell of a mop!