Stephanie's Happy New Year

Kaitlin the Reporter had a problem. Christmas was fast approaching and she still hadn’t thought of a great feel-good story to spice up the season with. A few years back, she’d done that wonderful story of the two sisters – Mary and Kim – who ended up blowing an entire conference of Santa Clauses, as Mary desperately looked to find ‘the real one’ she’d seen Kim blow under the Christmas tree the year before (Mary Blows Santa). And the next year she’d done one about two teenage cheerleaders and best friends – a lovely brunette named Stacey and a gorgeous blonde named Stephanie – who raised over $30,000 dollars for charity selling chocolates and blowjobs door-to-door; of course, the blowjobs, even at just $20 apiece, had raised 90% of that (Stacey & Stephanie’s Blowjobs for Charity).

Then she’d had that fun year when she herself ended up on her knees blowing over 1500 men to prevent people getting hurt at a bank robbery (Kaitlin Gags Over Christmas, Parts 1 & 2). For that story, the TV station decided to set up an entire TV channel for her, running 24/7 for the entire month of December, something made possible because, within about 24 hours of her starting up, Kaitlin had been joined by girls-of-age rotating in from three local high-schools, so there was always fun blowjob action for TV even while Kaitlin rested.

But she wanted something EXTRA special this year.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmmm?” she looked up from her knees to ask the two cameramen she currently was blowing.

“Those stories about the two sisters and then the two cheerleaders were pretty amazing; and YOU giving 1500 blowjobs? I don’t know how you can top that?”

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked, a bit forlornly.

“If only you had girls like that hot blonde Stephanie again,” the other cameraman said. “Man! I’d love to see her mouth porked again on live TV!”

“Hmm hmmm?” Kaitlin exclaimed brightly. That was IT! She’d somehow figure out a way to have not only Stephanie, but all four of those girls (Mary, her sister Kim, and Stacey and Stephanie) in the same story. And, of course, herself. And maybe bring in the famous JoAnne as well. It would be great!

All she had to do now, while having her throat fucked by these two guys and the remaining 107 men who had attended the TV station’s November 25th Christmas party, was come up with some way to do it… and fast.

Finding the girls should not be a problem. Mary and Kim had a wonderful website that Santa himself apparently was paying for; and Stacey and Stephanie had one that their school was paying for: and both sites were chalked full of the information she’d need, not only to find out where they were, but what they’d been up to. Each site had more than 100,000 pictures of each girl in action, kneeling to blow thousands and thousands of different men of all ages, while wearing a huge variety of outfits – from tight jeans to pants to skirts to shorts to bikinis and, sometimes, just panties and bra… usually with heels but sometimes sneakers; and a countless number of sexy tops. Mary and Kim had each blown more than 5000 Santas by now, and had kneeled for more than 200 different reindeer; but they’d also given much-appreciated blowjobs to tens of thousands of other men as they spread Christmas cheer throughout the year. Both sites featured running totals of the number of blowjobs each girl had given on the Home page, and the totals were like this: Mary – 18,453; Kim – 18, 312; Stacey – 19,007; and Stephanie – 22,845. Oops! Make that 19,089 for Stacey and 22,982 for Stephanie! The website must have just been updated with yesterday’s stats.

There also was over 1000 hours of video coverage between the two sites; as well as thousands and thousands of testimonials, all praising the girls for their amazing blowjobs and wonderful causes. Stacey and Stephanie were raising money for a number of different charities now; and Mary and Kim were donating all their earnings to food-banks and Christmas toy drives across the entire region.

And, best yet, Kaitlin would soon discover, was that both sites had a November calendar that listed where the girls were going to be each day; and email addresses and cell phone numbers where the girls could be contacted. It couldn’t be easier. Of course, Kaitlin still had more than 100 blowjobs to give this evening before she’d find any of this out; but, as her throat was being royally reamed, she was confident she would find all the information she needed.

But what she STILL needed to find was some heart-warming cause to bring them together, and she reasoned that only thinking of this so late could turn out to be a real disadvantage for her. And then it hit her: Blowjobs for the Disadvantaged – be they homeless; or perhaps senior males living alone.
And then another idea hit her!

The TV station could ASK the people of their fair city to tell them what groups they wanted the girls to give free blowjobs to, for the entire month of December. It’d be perfect! They’d advertise the competition on the air all day for the next few days, have people call or email in, and then tally up the results. The girls would work in pairs, and maybe alternate the pairs, so Mary wouldn’t always work with Kim, but maybe with Stephanie one day, and JoAnne the next. Wouldn’t that be fun! So they needed at least three disadvantaged groups.

Kaitlin could hardly control her excitement as she went to give her proposal for all this to the station manager the next afternoon. She was 99% sure he’d love the idea, but was nervous about the 1% chance that he wouldn’t be.

She needn’t have worried. He was so thrilled reading Kaitlin’s written proposal for the month-long event, he rewarded her by plunging his cock all the way down her throat and holding it there with one strong hand on the back of her head for over 35 minutes as he called each and every other member of the programming committee to get their approval too. All the while, he watched with amusement as his pretty reporter’s bum (in nice black pants) and feet (in black heels) restlessly shifted position. He even held the phone down to her face so every member of the committee could congratulate her on topping even last year’s amazing.

“Hmmm! Hmmmm! Hmmmmmmmmmm!” Kaitlin squealed playfully into the phone as her boss pushed her even harder onto his cock.

Of course, I answered for JoAnne when Kaitlin finally did get back to her desk to give her a call. Naturally, Jo’s mouth was busy (on me). But I spoke for her and immediately commented that my other girlfriend Nadine would most definitely want to be part of the festivities, and probably Sandy (another gorgeous blonde former bank-teller who also works for me) as well. And I was sure I could round up at least a couple of girls from the now world famous St. George’s School (see the story Medicine by Mouth)

With ten girls, that made at least FIVE groups the girls could service with free blowjobs all month. And when several local schools heard the news and called to offer up girls to blow all the mall Santas across the region whom Mary and Kim normally would be blowing in December, and other schools offered girls for me to pimp in place of JoAnne, Nadine and Sandy – all working for free except for donations to local charities, Kaitlin and her station were absolutely thrilled. To top it off, several schools almost pleaded to let one of their girls join JoAnne and the others for the month, and so a third girl, 18-years old, was added to each team. This story was getting better and better.

For the next few days, Kaitlin herself was on the air, promoting the contest. Naturally, her producer suggested that Kaitlin be kneeling with a cock in each hand every time she was on the air, that she’d then suck to completion between announcements. Kaitlin made sure to be her sexiest, spending extra time with the make-up girl and wearing bright red lipstick, putting on her Christmas jewelry (like a necklace with a little Christmas tree, a Santa Claus broche, and little gift package earrings) and wearing nice Christmassy sweaters with tight dress pants and heels.

Increasingly, she found herself announcing the competition while having her throat mercilessly fucked, but the station still got the message out by having one of the men she was blowing explaining what Kaitlin had been “trying to say” afterwards.

And all the while the votes were coming in. Finally, on the morning of November 29th, the votes were counted up, and there was one big surprise.

As expected, homeless men attending the city’s huge mission center were voted in. Other groups that were in the top five were men living at the various senior homes across the city, men in hospital over the holidays, and men coming to any of the three major soup kitchens. Three girls would be at the mission centre every day, and three at the soup kitchens to serve the more than 500 men who went to them every day; and girls would alternate between the two big hospitals and the several nursing homes.

But the fifth group of disadvantaged males selected – and this was a huge but very welcome surprise – were ‘males’ living at the zoo.
Kaitlin smiled. What a wonderful thing that so many people thought of the animals too. And wouldn’t it be fun for them, caged up as they were, to receive an extra special kind of attention at Christmas! And who wouldn’t want to see lovely Stephanie, or JoAnne, or Kaitlin herself on her knees having fun with an elephant?

And THAT was EXACTLY how Kaitlin ultimately pitched it to Stephanie over her cell-phone the next day.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmmm?” Stephanie asked.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm? Wouldn’t that be fun?” Kaitlin asked her, momentarily popping her mouth off her station manager.

“Hmm hmmmmmm!” Stephanie answered, enthusiastically. She and Stacey had been most definitely IN from the start, but this made it extra fun for them both. And Mary and Kim, with all their reindeer experience, were no less enthusiastic. The trick now was just to set everything up in time, but so many volunteers had already stepped forward to help coordinate the event, there should be no problem. In a few hours, the hospitals, senior’s homes, soup kitchen, mission house and zoo were notified.

“How many animals do you think would be interested in this?” Kaitlin asked the head zoo keeper.

“Well, you’d want to stay away from the big cats and the bears, I think,” he cautioned. “But we have at least a dozen zebras, and a couple of moose, and several horses, a few giraffes, and some very friendly chimps and an orangutan and stuff.”

“Any elephants?” Kaitlin asked, her voice gushing with hope.

The zookeeper laughed. “They’d be a mouthful… but sure. We have five bull elephants, and they’re all pretty tame. I’m sure we could work things out for your girls. Did you say JoAnne is coming?”

“Uh huh.”

“And you too?”

“Of course.”

“Wow!”

Kailtin giggled.

Of course, all the media in town jumped at this great story, as did the homeless shelter, soup kitchens, nursing homes, hospitals, and the zoo. What a boon it would be for the zoo, the zoo manager commented. No doubt, attendance would sky-rocket and that would not only raise money for charities, but help the zoo to pay from major upgrades to their enclosures. As it turns out, Bobo and all the other elephants were looking at not only a month-worth of well-deserved attention from at least 15 lovely ladies, but also at having nice new living quarters once the month was over. It was win, win, win for EVERYONE.

Mary and Kim, and Stacey and Stephanie immediately updated their websites with the exciting new schedule they’d just been sent, which had, on Day #1, Mary and Sandy doing the rounds at the men’s mission, accompanied by a japanese girl named Aiko from one school out in the east end. Nadine, Mary’s sister Kim and a perky little brunette named Kristen from a north end school would work the soup kitchens. Stacey, Brooke from St. George’s, and a sexy blonde named Reina from the west would visit a couple of senior’s homes. JoAnne, Kim Henry from St. George’s School, and a very pretty black girl named Lexi would service the hospital; and Stephanie and Kaitlin (predictably) would be joined by a sexy Canadian-born girl of Japanese descent named Naomi at the zoo. Every day after that, they’d switch based upon a computer-generated random list that had been set up to make sure that all 15 girls got to work with every other girl twice, and at every venue several times.

The girls would finish up with a massive, all-cummers get-together in the big park downtown all New Year’s Eve day, starting at 8 AM and continuing all night, where the fifteen girls and at least 250 other school girls and other young ladies from around town would kneel to service every one of the more than 30,000 men expected to step forward with cocks out. Even Bobo and his pals would be there to ring in the New Year with a huge blow-bang.

“HOW many elephants?” Stephanie asked Kaitlin when the reporter called the lovely door-to-door blonde to give her the good news.

“Five,” Kaitlin relied happily.

That night, all the girls spent considerable time picking out nice outfits for their first day, and several went out to buy new make-up and nice new panties (there’s something about wearing a nice new pair of satin bikini panties that makes girls feel sexier). Mary and her sister Kim decided to wear very Christmassy sweaters along with tight jeans and heels. Kim Henry selected a nice pair of black dress pants and black heels to go with a nice red sweater, a sexy combination that ended up being almost identical to what Kaitlin the reporter wore, except for Kaitlin’s Christmas jewelry. Sandy, the blonde bank teller turned escort, also wore black pants and heels, but with a blue sweater and one of her patented ribbon belts (literally, rather than wear a traditional belt, she typically tied colorful, thick ribbon around her waist, creating a nice big bow over her right hip… customers kidded her about how she was perfectly ‘gift-wrapped’, and she took this as a compliment. In the four years she’d been working with me, I’d managed to get her sexy mouth fucked by more than 30,000 horny men, and she continued to crave more.

Nadine, my Nadine, wore tight navy blue, 5-pocket designer jeans that looked oh-so-sexy on her, to go with a red blouse and red heels. JoAnne wore one of her patented panty suits – a red half-sweater (reaching to just above her belly button), pink satin bikini panties, and red spike heels.

Brooke, Kim Henry’s classmate, braved the cold weather to wear tight white shorts (very short shorts) that hugged her ass like crazy, to go with a lighter pink blouse, a hot pink mini-jacket, and pink heels.

And Stacey and Stephanie dressed pretty close to how they’d dressed the first day I met them, years ago when they were going door-to-door selling chocolate bars and blowjobs to help raise money for a new school gymnasium – Stacey wearing light blue Guess jeans, a thick brown belt, and a red and white sweater with little green Christmas trees on it; and Stephanie a tight pair of chocolate brown corduroy pants and a white belt to go with a red and white sweater with (appropriately enough given the day’s assignment) a cute picture of Rudolph on the front. One difference was that they now had graduated from sneakers to heels, both black. Stephanie had wondered about walking around the zoo in heels, in case the ground was too soft and her heels sink in; but she was assured by Kaitlin (who’d already checked out the zoo) that the ground was firm and smooth enough for heels. The concession Stephanie made was to wear broad, rather than spike heels.

As for the girls getting their jeans or pants dirty, the zoo was going to take extra special care of them, already having placed nice clean cushions for their knees outside every animal enclosure they’d be entering. And where the animals were too tall for the girls to reach while kneeling on the ground, padded benches would be available for them to kneel on.

“And, of course, you might be standing for the giraffes,” Kaitlin was informed.

On the morning of the event, a couple of zoo staff met Kaitlin, Stephanie and Naomi, as well as a couple of TV camera crews and newspaper reporters, plus Stephanie’s parents and Naomi’s older brother at the front entrance and let them in ahead one hour ahead of the actual 9:00 AM zoo opening time, so the girls could walk around and meet the animals. Stephanie was amazed at the size of the elephants.

“They’re very tame,” the handler assured her. “Gillian here has been working with them for the last couple of days.”

And he glanced towards his assistant, a very lovely-looking, tall, slim blonde in jeans, boots and a short olive-green jacket with the zoo’s logo on it.

Gillian smiled at her and assured her that she’d be available to coach the girls, as needed, with the elephants.

“And they’ll particularly get VERY used to you, Stephanie,” the elephant handler (whose name was Bob) then added.

Stephanie cocked her head. Huh?

“You’re the lucky girl who’ll be here the most.”

Stephanie looked at Kaitlin, who nodded. She’d studied the schedule before it was finalized and it was true. Every girl was ensured at least 4 days at the zoo, but somehow, by some mere quirk of how the list had been generated randomly, it ended up that Stephanie would be here 11 times.

“It’s just the way things worked out,” Kaitlin said, shrugging smiling at both Stephanie and her mom.

Stephanie laughed excitedly and her mom winked. Bobo the elephant seemed to know about Stephanie’s special status; and, as soon as the girls entered the elephant enclosure to meet the big giants and say ‘Hi’, he walked right up to her. Then, with his trunk, he gently grabbed her by the waist and guided her toward his hind end, while Stephanie grimaced playfully and glanced back at the handler.

“There’s nothing to worry about. He’s a big baby. He’s VERY gentle,” the handler told her.

Bobo paused a minute, just holding Stephanie’s waist, and looking straight at the handler.

“And he’s also not big on waiting for things he wants,” Bob chuckled and nodded at his assistant.

Gillian sprang into action, quickly grabbing the low-lying padded bench that everyone else now noticed just inside the gate they’d entered through, and putting it in place right in front of Stephanie.
No sooner than the bench was in place than Bobo’s trunk let go of the girl’s waist, reached up to wrap gently around her shoulders, and then carefully pushed the young blonde to her knees. By now everyone was laughing.

“They’re VERY smart animals,” the manager laughed as he told them all, and Stephanie looked up to see the massive member she was being offered.

“Gulp,” she said, in fun. “But don’t we have to wait until nine?” Stephanie asked, nervously.

“I don’t think Bobo is going to let you,” Stephanie’s dad laughed.

“Go ahead,” Mom piped in. “I’m sure this nice man (by which she meant the handler) will let you do him again later.”

“Of course,” he smiled.

Stephanie again glanced towards her mom and dad, and then behind her to see Bobo’s head twisted around, his big eyes looking right at her. He reached over with his trunk and gently turned her head back towards his groin.

“Never argue with an elephant,” Kaitlin smiled.

It took coaching from Gillian and all the jaw stretching Stephanie could to handle Bobo, but the assistant handler helped to lift the animal’s weight and soon the beast was in Stephanie’s mouth.

“Hmmm?” Stephanie said, looking right at her mom, who nodded encouragingly. The young woman’s eyes then scanned the rest of us, and we all nodded encouragement too.

“You’re doing great, Stephie,” her Dad said.

The young blonde then felt Bobo’s trunk fondling her through the seat of her jeans and she knew she was stuck.

“Hmm hmmm (oh well)!” she said, her eyes looking straight ahead again, in dutiful resignation.

Over the next twenty minutes, she did her best to slide to and fro along Bobo’s extreme length and girth.

“You mostly have to use your hands,” Gillian told her.

And so she did, stroking the massive length with both hands while continuing to apply suction with her mouth.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked a couple of times.

“That’s perfect,” Bob called out.

If she could have looked back, she would have seen that Bobo himself was nodding, which was so cute.

By now, the camera crew was in full swing, and Stephanie was told she’d be LIVE on the morning news in five seconds.

“Five… four… three… two…”

“Hmm hmm (oh oh)!” she said playfully. Now she REALLY had to look good. She quickly reached back with one hand to brush the seat of her corduroy pants to wipe any lint or anything she might have picked up.

“You look LOVELY, Steph,” Mom called out.

Bobo nodded again, and then resumed rubbing her bum and crotch with his trunk.

“One… you’re on.”

And suddenly Kaitlin was at her microphone.

“It’s twenty-one minutes to nine and the big event hasn’t even started yet, but at least ONE of us couldn’t wait.”

She paused as the camera moved over to Stephanie, who continued to bob her head and slide both hands up and down Bobo’s length. The camera returned to Kaitlin.

“The ‘us’ I’m referring to, of course, is the group of 15 ladies, myself included, who’ve agreed to hand out free blowjobs to those who really need and deserve it at this time of year. Let me take a minute to thank YOU, the viewer, who told us who they are: men at the Men’s Mission; men lining up at the city’s various soup kitchens; men in hospital this month; men living at seven different seniors homes across the city; and, of course, many of our animal friends living at the zoo.”

The camera panned back to Stephanie,” who was quietly instructed to look right into the camera.

“Soon, I’m going to be doing what gorgeous young Stephanie is doing,” Kaitlin said, “so let me take a few minutes now to interview a few people who’ve helped to make this wonderful, month-long event possible.”

Over the next few minutes, standing in front of Stephanie, but just enough to the side that the young blonde never left the camera’s eye, Kaitlin interviewed the elephant handler, the zoo manager, then Stephanie’s mom and dad (who were both very proud), and finally Stephanie herself.

“Are you having fun, Stephanie?” the reporter squatted down to ask her.

“Hmm hmmmm!” the girl nodded, emphatically, the microphone held out to her, while Gillian the assistant smiled broadly right behind her.

Kaitlin was about to say something more when the camera crew boss shoved his cock into her mouth and started to pound away. As he pumped his pelvis, he took her microphone and said: “Back to you at the station for some last minute news, weather and sports, before we’ll all be back here to officially start things off at nine.”

With perfect timing, Bobo rewarded Stephanie for all her hard work about three minutes before nine. The girl was exhausted, but elated as she stood up. She walked over to Bobo’s face, gave him a little kiss and told him she’d be back to see him again “later”. He reached out with his trunk to gently fondle her bum and Stephanie knew she’d be seeing lots and lots and lots of Bobo over the next month.
Kaitlin was still wondering exactly where she should be to announce the official start of ‘Deep Throat December’, but Bobo’s trunk around HER waist answered that question for her.

“On in five. Five… four… three… two… one… “

Kaitlin stood smiling broadly into the camera as she announced: “It’s now official. Deep Throat December has begun. And it seems that this reporter will be starting the month off in a really big way.”

And that’s when the cameraman slowly lowered the camera to pick up Bobo’s trunk around the lovely reporter’s waist, and Bobo instinctively directed her over to and down onto the padded bench.

“I’ve always been told I have a big mouth” – were the second last words Kaitlin got to say before Gillian helped to stuff Bobo’s massive ‘head’ past her lips.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmmm! (Merry Christmas!)” were the last words. And then the microphone was taken from her so she could focus on the story at mouth and hand.

The camera pulled back to show Kaitlin now joined by Stephanie and Naomi, each already having started on their own bull right at nine.

Meanwhile, at the Men’s Mission, Mary, Sandy and Aiko were also already started. Given Mary’s history, the staff at the mission thought it would be fun to have all the guys wear a Santa Claus hat and beard while they were being blown, and she and the other two girls thought this was cute too. Except for a few who were paranoid or frankly psychotic, the men were easy to convince. “For a blowjob, I’ll do just about anything,” one particularly disheveled man summed it up.

All three girls were set up on cushions in the central cafeteria, the tables for eating all pushed as close to the walls as possible while still allowing for meals to be served. It was breakfast time and the smell of eggs and toast wafted through the air. But Mary, Sandy and Aiko mostly smelled sweaty underwear. Sandy, with long blonde hair and dressed as she was in a nice blue sweater, black pants, blue ribbon belt and heels, was particularly enticing, because she looked so high-class. Few of these men had EVER had the pleasure of porking the mouth and throat of a woman as gorgeous and high-class as Sandy, and they were LOVING IT!

Sandy didn’t mind; she’d blown so many men working for me these past 4 years, she had tasted all kinds. But at least those men had had money. Some of these men had been were wearing the same underwear for two weeks, and several had dried shit on their cocks. Sandy quickly figured out that working up lots of saliva and giving the cock a really good mouth-pumping for about a minute generally cleaned it off nicely. After that, she could settle down and enjoy the rest of her time with whatever man she was with.

Lots was made of how nice Sandy’s ass looked with her kneeling upright in her tight black pants and blue ribbon belt, so she posed for hundreds and hundreds of pictures that first day. The girls were told to expect “about 100 to 120 men each”, so they knew they had to keep moving. If they could average ten per hour, they’d be okay, they figured, and this would be easy for Sandy and Mary, who were so experienced. Aiko was just 18 and had not worked professionally as an escort or done anything like Mary. But she was a Japanese girl who’d grown up in the country that had invented bukkake and gukkun, and quickly proved it. She was so sweet with the big brown eyes and doll-like face so many japanese girls seem to hold onto for decades. That face alone made many men ready to shoot their loads almost immediately upon entering her mouth. But the school uniform she elected to wear - a white blouse and navy blue jacket, with a blue and green plaid, pleated skirt, white satin panties, white socks and black shoes – sent testosterone levels over the top. She, like Sandy and Mary, also posed for hundreds and hundreds of pictures, including one that was destined to end up on the cover of her school’s yearbook, several Japanese magazines, and several hundred billboards back home in Japan, of her kneeling there looking straight into the camera while blowing a very frail, very elderly Japanese man who spoke no English.

Between them, the three girls looked more than capable of handling the rambunctious mission cafeteria crowd. And the same could certainly be said of the soup kitchens where Nadine, Mary’s older sister Kim, and the cute schoolgirl Kristen were feeding. Because of her experience having blown nearly 50,000 men, Nadine was assigned the soup kitchen right downtown, because it usually was busiest… anywhere from 150 to 200 men were expected, but Nadine was confident she could handle them, even if she had to work overtime (past midnight) to do it. Sure enough, as soon as the doors opened for breakfast at nine o’clock, more than 100 men streamed in for porridge, toast and a blowjob.

Nadine recognized a few of them she’d blown in the past, but most of them were new to her. Her tight jeans garnered lots of attention from the cameramen and groping hands; but she didn’t mind. Anything to make the men hornier by the time they entered her mouth was good.

Similar to how it was for the girls at the mission, the men being blown here were fairly down and out, but not quite as much. Many had homes and even families. They just were short on cash for food. Nonetheless, many were not that great about hygiene and Nadine did her share of spit washing dried shit-coated cocks. And since coffee was being served, all three girls at the kitchens were destined to drink a dozen or more bladders full of piss. Nadine was so used to this, she didn’t even pause from bobbing her head to and fro. She just swallowed quickly and without fanfare until the golden stream stopped.

Kim was assigned the next busiest spot, because of her experience blowing thousands of Santas these past three years. The staff told her to expect up to 150. Since that fateful day in which she’d said – “Let’s go Blitzen” – and pulled one of Santa’s reindeer’s hind ends closer so she could “access the goodies”, she’d sucked cocks of all shapes and sizes, usually kneeling right next to her younger sister Mary. Being on her own like this, with a continuously filling roomful of men all to herself, was both unique and fun.

“So YOU’RE one of those famous sisters who blow mall Santas across the province?” one guy asked her.

“Hmm hmmmm,” she nodded.

“AND his reindeer?”

“Hmm hmmmm!” she nodded again.

“I’ve heard of eating reindeer meat,” he said “but you girls take the cake. Or should I say ‘cock’.”

“Hmm hmmm,” Kim responded, dryly. She’d heard that one many times before.

And since she was wearing a pair of classic Guess jeans with the question mark logo on one of the seat pockets, someone eventually came up with the idea to ‘guess’ what color panties she was wearing in exchange for free blowjobs every day all year long.

Kim thought that sounded fun so the offer was made around the room that any man guessing the right color would win. Men would raise their hands when a given color was called out, and Kim would nod or shake her head accordingly. She’d thought herself clever because her panties were two colors: mainly pink but with red dots and trim.

Unfortunately, she’d relayed nothing about guessing more than once, so men quickly started raising their hands for every color called. And though it took awhile for someone to start guessing more than one color at a time, it didn’t take long until “red and pink” were called out and everyone’s hand shot up.

“Hmm hmmm,” Kim nodded and shrugged in resignation. There were at least 80 men in the room. Ultimately, it WOULD work out because she and Mary would take the job on together, making this soup kitchen their regular gig all year, except for December, and blowing everybody.

Meanwhile, Kristen, who’d never sucked a cock before, was sent to a soup kitchen that roamed the city, being in the basement of a different church every day of the week. Today, it was at St. Mark’s Church, where the tally usually was no more than 50 to 60. If anything, she was worried that too few would show up. She did NOT want to be the one girl waiting around with no cock in her mouth on that big first day.

She needn’t have worried. Being close to the mission, several men who’d decided they didn’t want to wait for Mary, Sandy or Aiko, wandered over to St. Martin’s. By nine-thirty, the church basement was filled with more than 80 men, all waiting for Kristen.

Luckily, she learned fast. And, like Aiko, she was so cute (with a long, light-brown ponytail and wearing her own school uniform – white blouse, a green school sweater, camel-colored pants and black, broad heels) that most guys couldn’t resist fucking her mouth… so all she had to do was kneel there, look pretty and try not to gag too much.
By late afternoon, the room was down to the last few men from the morning; but that’s when the dinner crowd showed up… with almost 100 more.

“We don’t have to close up until you’re done,” the kindly minister old minister told Kristen and her mom.

“Hmm hmmm?” Kristen asked.

“Really! We can stay open all night if we have to.”

“Hmm hmmm,” she thanked him. By now, she was so excited with her new-found skill, she probably wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway.

“Thank you, Father” Mom said too. “I’m going to make sure that Kristen blows you too before you leave today.”

The good Father just smiled and nodded. He’d been counting on it.

Things also were hopping at three large seniors homes, where Stephanie’s best friend Stacey, Brooke from St. George’s, and a girl named Reina were each taking on all the male residents. Unlike Kristen, Reina was already an accomplished cock-sucker, her mouth having been porked by dozens of older boys at her school on a regular basis. Reina was a lovely girl, inside and out; but she also was an opportunist. And when her parents told her that they couldn’t buy her a car on her eighteenth birthday - “even an old junky one?” - because finances were too tight, she decided to take matters into her own mouth.

Both her parents were thrilled with her initiative; and several of her teachers were too. Old Mr. Williams was so proud of her, he let her use his room after school, as she needed to – in exchange for daily blowjobs, of course. What she offered was a “blowjob and swallow” to any boy of age for $20, after school between 3:00 and 5:30 PM, as well as over the lunch hour. Soon, she was supplementing the money she made after school with earnings from blowjobs she gave in her living room at home to several of her older male relatives, neighbors, and family friends in the evenings and on weekends. Mom and Dad had had to adjust to watching TV with the light on, but otherwise they just sat and watched TV and chatted with whatever fellow Reina was servicing, while Reina kneeled on the floor and bobbed her head up and down in their groin, and Dad marveled at his daughter’s fabulous little butt.

“Would you like something to drink?” Mom would ask each guest. She’d even put a bowl of chips and dip out for them, which many would nibble on while Reina nibbled on them.

Consequently, in the 6 months since her eighteenth birthday, she’d already raised over $12,000 for a car. Long gone was any sense of satisfaction over getting “an old junky one.” Within the first few weeks of work, she set her eyes on a cute little red sports car, brand new, that was at the dealership just down the street from her home.

Within two months of starting her business venture, both her parents went in to the dealership to vouch for her. Reina wore a new pair of navy designer stretch jeans and heels her mom had bought her just for this occasion, along with a hot pink t-shirt that read “I Kneel for Old Men”. Only placing $2500 down on a $30,000 vehicle and having no formal employment made the middle-aged dealer shudder. He just couldn’t think of ANY WAY that his boss would go for this.

But that’s when Mom intervened and told him to go get his boss.

“Trust me,” she said.

Minutes later, the two middle-aged car salesmen stood speechless and powerless as this gorgeous blonde teenager blew both of them at once, on her knees right in the middle of the floor next to a clear glass partition, in full view of at least a dozen other customers who were wandering around in the main car showroom on the other side.