Claire had never been fucked in the ass before, and certainly never like this, but she gradually got used to it and stopped squealing as loud. It took a bit of doing and two of us to pull Diablo away from Claire’s hind end when I felt the time was right. But we managed. And then, I told Claire to straighten out her panties and kneel like she had the day before. She couldn’t believe it when we hoisted her pet up on his hind legs before her.

“Go to it,” I told her, as the cameras focussed in. Diablo’s member was brown with shit, so Claire hesitated. But then I reminded her how she had hesitated with Rambo the day before, and how much fun she ended up having.

She started to shake her head. “I don’t know,” she said. “I…” but that’s as far as she got, because two hands on the back of her head pushed her forward and soon she had no choice but to relent. As her mouth slowly clamped down and she felt the squish of shit oozing between her teeth, she almost puked from the taste, but Diablo was down her throat and pumping away before she knew what had happened, and the same loving hands held her head firmly so she couldn’t back away. And, best of all, I ended up being right. She did have an enormous amount of fun!

Perhaps due to her relative lack of clothes for an unexpectedly long trip, Kaitlin was back in her professional attire today, wearing flatteringly tight, black, front-pleated, front-pocket dress pants, black spiked heels and a pretty, royal blue blouse. Apparently, she’d been scheduled to interview some senator in Edmonton when she returned to Canada, and had brought warmer clothes for the north. Of course, that interview had been cancelled (it wasn’t that interesting anyway), and it actually was fairly cool now that we were out at sea. Kaitlin looked very, very sexy - so formally dressed, on her knees, with her face lost amid the groin of, and her mouth being royally humped by, a huge, dark brown dog. I especially liked how sexy those shoes looked, and how soft and inviting Kaitlin’s ass looked in those black pants, as she kneeled upright, quietly accepting her face-fucked fate. She wore one of those clip-on microphones today, clipped to her blouse, so that her hands were free to rest quietly on Krypton’s bum as he pumped away at her face. The dogs incessant panting was matched by Kaitlin’s endless “Hggcchh, hggcchh, hggcchh, hggcchh, hggcchh, with every thrust down her throat…” Very, very cute!

Luckily, we’d arranged it so that both Claire and Kaitlin could have a full hour to enjoy their pets, from 8 until 9, so Kaitlin was due to be kneeling there for a long time. I’d already filled up about 15 memory cards with my camera, but had no hesitation to take several hundred more of Kaitlin as she played with her dog. And, of course, the camera crew couldn’t hide their enthusiasm for seeing their very own female reporter squirming endlessly at the feet of a dog who just didn’t seem to tire; and they seemed to love her ass too.

Jo and Nadine would get to enjoy the dogs later, hopefully, but this was Claire and Kaitlin’s time with their ‘babies’. Jo, meanwhile, had already enjoyed old Mr. Mulligan, and Nadine already was blowing her fifth of the day, both with plans for many, many more. The two prostitutes (Jo full-time, and Nadine part-time) had decided to both look the part today, both donning their tightest 5-pocket jeans (Nadine her Guess jeans again and Jo a dark navy blue pair that were so tight the went right up her crack), bikini tops, and 3-inch heels. They each had cardigans they could pull on if they got too cool; but it was hot work blowing so many so fast, so they thought they would be comfortable.

It was around eleven in the morning when I came back to the two girls with plans in my head. Never in the history of the World have two more beautiful blondes ended up on their knees next to each other being face fucked! But what was especially fun about this scene was that Nadine was having fun with Diablo, and Jo with Krypton. Not only that, but the violent pumps of the two dogs’ hips often were in perfect rhythm, as were the strangled little whimpers Nadine and Jo made with each thrust: “Hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh…”

“Jo!” I said gaily. “I have a GREAT idea for your birthday!” I had been keeping meticulous count and knew that she still needed to give 321 blowjobs to reach 50,000, with the rest of today and tomorrow in which to complete them, if she wanted to reach 50,000 BEFORE her birthday.
“But how about this?” I started.

Jo and Nadine both looked up at me. “Hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh…” they said.

“Why don’t you do 49,999 blowjobs BEFORE your birthday, and start your 25th birthday with blowjob number 50,000? We’ll just have arrived in Acapulco and I can arrange a really great party for all four of you girls.”

“Hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh…”

“I’m sure that we even can interest some local TV stations to come on board. It’d be especially fun for Nadine and Kaitlin to have a crowd of their colleagues around admiring their work, don’t you think? And YOU can decide who you want to be forever known as the lucky recipient of your 50,000th blowjob.”

“Hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh…”

I smiled, satisfied. “It’s settled then. You leave everything to me.” I quickly fondled both of their asses with my hand (Man! I love gorgeous girls in tight jeans!), and then I left to start making all the necessary arrangements.

The rest of this day and the next went perfectly. The Masons were delighted; between the four girls, every one of them was getting AT LEAST one blowjob a day; and some of them, like Mr. Mulligan and others, anywhere from two to four. Uncle Charlie was thrilled, both because everything he’d planned was working out so nicely, and because he was getting AT LEAST four blowjobs each day, including one or two very special ones from his niece. The crew were thrilled, because they all were being blown daily. Diablo and Krypton had to be thrilled, as they were visiting with each of the four girls too; with Diablo getting to spend time with his girl Claire morning and evening; and Krypton enjoying the same with Kaitlin. The girls were thrilled… Claire and Kaitlin especially loved their time with their pets. We had arrived, on perfect schedule, to dock at Acapulco, with plans to spend the next 24 hours there. And, at exactly 12:13 on the morning on which the lovely blonde prostitute JoAnne Marie was born, twenty five years earlier, that very same JoAnne Marie was proudly giving the 49,999th blowjob of her illustrious career as a whore.

By 7:30 that morning, preparations for a day long party were in full swing. Jo’s birthday gift from me had arrived… a third Great Dane, a one-year old pup that nonetheless was even bigger than either Diablo or Krypton, and who apparently had a humping reflex that went beyond believable and was sure to give JoAnne endless fun for many, many years to come; as well as a fourth Great Dane, also an amazing humper, for Nadine, purchased by Uncle Charlie, just so his sweet niece would never, ever feel left out. Seven horses had arrived. And, this time, four bulls, so we could have a fun bull-riding race between the four girls… of course, in this race, the bulls would get to ride the girls. The girls were ready: Jo again in her most famous ‘panty suit’ – white panties, orange half sweater, and black shoes; Nadine in tight white shorts and a light blue top, with black heels; Claire back in her hot pink shorts and heels, with a cute white blouse this time; and Kaitlin in those same lovely black pants and heels, with a light purple, satin blouse.

By 8 o’clock, all we were waiting for was the second of two television crews, the one that promised a worldwide broadcast… JoAnne was so thrilled to hear that. So, of course, we couldn’t start until they arrived. Nadine hadn’t found out about her ‘gift’ yet. (What’s the expression? “Never look a gift horse in the mouth.” In this case, what would be more appropriate would be “Always take a gift dog into your mouth.) Anyway, Nadine was spending her time waiting for the TV crew and blowing whoever wanted to be blown. Claire and Kaitlin found Diablo and Krypton already waiting for them on the deck, so they both dropped to their knees and watched as their animals were hoisted into position for them. Each of the four girls had chosen who they wanted in their mouth while Jo’s official 50,000th blowjob took place, and these two girls had wanted their pets with them. But I assured them that the TV crew should arrive soon, and they knew they’d be spending a full hour with their pets, as usual, so they started right away. Surely, the TV delinquent crew would be here long before nine.

Nadine’s choice of who to have in her mouth when the whole World was watching was, to my surprise, the centenarian, Mr. Mulligan, diarrhoea and all. I was surprised not so much that Nadine wanted him, as that JoAnne didn’t want him to be the one. I mean - what a great story! A 100-year old man being blown by a girl one quarter his age on HER 25th birthday, and it being her 50,000th blowjob!

But not today! Obviously, she’d told Nadine it was okay for her to have him. So who would JoAnne choose? Bucky would have a no-brainer choice, if he had been around; but he wasn’t. And I knew that she loved the dogs, but both already were spoken for (not that either Claire or Kaitlin could do anything but gurgle and squeak at the moment.) What about some other horse? She must have suspected that I’d arrange for some to come on board in Acapulco. But then, was there any way that she’d want some other horse BESIDES Bucky to be her 50,000th ‘customer’? No way! And not Uncle Charlie… if anyone would blow him, it would be Nadine… (her family back home would be SO pleased and proud!)

But then I knew… Jo KNEW I would be getting another bull. It would HAVE to be one of the bulls. The question was, now that there were four, which one would she choose?

Unfortunately, I’d have to wait a long time for an answer, because 8:30 came, and no TV crew… 9:00 came, and no TV crew… 9:30 came, and no TV crew… 10:00 came, and no TV crew…

Poor Claire and Kaitlin had been subjected to their pet’s brutal yearnings virtually non-stop for over 2½ hours before the infamous TV crew arrived at around 10:40. Luckily, both girls still looked great; Claire in her hot pink shorts and heels; Kaitlin in her black pants. But now we assured them both that it shouldn’t take more than 15-20 minutes for the TV crew to set up and everything to get started.

“Hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh, hggghhh…” they said.

When the time finally came for everything actually to start… at just past 11:30 (Claire and Kaitlin had long switched dogs by this point, just for some variety, but now they switched back)… JoAnne finally announced her choice… I had taken her down to meet all four bulls, and she had looked them over carefully. There was a big black one named Brutus; a reddish one named Fuego, a dark brown one called Furia, and a white one named El Adorado; and she looked them over carefully.

“Any one of them would be great!” I told her, imagining in my mind how pretty a picture it would be with beautiful blonde Jo, in her lovely panty suit, her long blonde hair straight down her back, kneeling under one of these huge animals with her eyes fixed on the camera while her mouth and throat worked the giant bull’s giant bone.

But she said nothing then. Instead, now, in the last few minutes, she came to me and told me the bull she wanted for her 50,001st customer.

“I want the lover, El Adorado,” she said.

But which one do you want for # 50,000?” I asked her, a bit confused.

She smiled. “I want you,” she said, and her eyes twinkled.

Needless to say, it was a blowjob to end all blowjobs. Jo was in absolutely no rush. She wanted to remember this blowjob for the rest of her life, and to have everyone else remember it too. I certainly will. Slowly and ever so gently, she slid her moist mouth to and fro along my shaft, bringing me to the brink of climax, and then easing up, then to the brink of climax again, and then easing up… toying with me. But God! It felt WONDERFUL! I knew that she knew that doing this would give her an especially big load of my cum to swallow.

Poor Claire and Kaitlin kept with their animals until Jo had finished me. When finally Jo was done and had swallowed my HUGE load, neither Claire or Kaitlin could speak a word. But when the four bulls were brought up onto the stage and into position, these two were ready and eager again. Hell… they didn’t need voices today anyway!

Some race it was! None of the four girls was in any hurry to finish with this animal either. The four of them took turns glancing over to see how their neighbours were enjoying themselves. And, of course, they all posed for thousands and thousands of pictures.

As with M.J., these bulls were only too happy to let the girls kneeling under them have full, easy access to their wares without complaint. The girls stretched their jaws and throats as wide as they could to accommodate them. If there was a ‘race’ it was to see which could stuff the most bull down her throat. Everyone knew that Jo would win… and she did… but, thanks to the endless pounding Claire had endured from Diablo, day in and day out all week, she had learned to largely ignore her gag reflex and proudly stuffed 15 inches of bull meat down her throat and held it there for all tons of pictures. I had my cell phone with me and called Claire’s Mom to say… “You’ll never guess what your daughter is doing.”

Of course, she already knew, and had been enjoying everything on cable. I handed the phone to Claire so Mom could tell her, herself, how proud she and everyone else at home were of her. And everyone all around the World got a lovely picture of Claire, looking straight into the camera, holding a cell phone quietly to her ear as she listened to her Mom, doing her best not to choke as unknown hands slid another couple of inches down the young stewardess’ throat.

Each girl wanted a turn with each bull, but there was no rush. This party was going to last all day and night, and the bulls, and the horses, were ours until morning.

In between bulls and horses and dogs (both Jo and Nadine were in heaven over their gifts, both of whom more than lived up to their aggressive humper billings), the girls even found time to blow some humans. Of course, Jo did blow Mr. Mulligan on her 25th birthday, and the local and international TV networks and Kaitlin and Nadine’s own stations had a field day with that one. Nadine posed proudly with her Uncle. And, sensing one of their own, all the guys on the two new TV crews had their way with Kaitlin Smith’s mouth.

And we had one more fantastic surprise! Having heard that Acapulco was the place that history was to be made and that her father was to be part of it, Mr. Mulligan’s granddaughter showed up, bringing her daughter and Mr. Mulligan’s great granddaughter, Emily, that same slim teen with short dark brown hair and the nicest smile who’d been so appreciative to JoAnne back in Vancouver. Wanting this moment to span the generations, Mom immediately brought Emily over so her daughter could see and blow ‘Grandpa’, while she herself proudly looked on and caught everything on film. When Grandpa shot his load, Emily swallowed it and smiled. But Mom wanted more pictures, so she grabbed the next senior in line and Emily happily complied. Soon, Emily had her very own line-up, which ultimately included Krypton; and so she now, in her short, short jean shorts, a white and pink striped top, and sneakers, was ‘one of the girls’. I watched Emily kneeling there, with Krypton going utterly wild pounding her throat, and applauded Mom for having brought Emily here.

‘What a nice Mom,’ I thought to myself.

And the next time the girls kneeled for bulls, again thanks to North American money and my cell phone, there were five huge animals, and Emily had her own fine black bull named ‘Sombra’ (which means ‘Shadow’) to take a spot under. Mom and Grandpa both got a front row seat to see Emily doing herself proud under this huge animal. And, even though she had not had much prior testing of her gag reflex or time to learn to suppress it, nonetheless, her sheer determination led her to choke and spit and gurgle her way at least 12 inches up the big boy’s shaft, and probably at least six inches down her throat… to everyone’s delight. And there was so much excitement about this and how amazingly sweet Emily’s little bum looked in her short shorts, that all plans Mom had had about taking her daughter back into Acapulco, to spend the rest of the afternoon shopping there, were discarded.

“There is NO WAY that you are going anywhere today, young lady,” she laughingly but decisively informed her daughter, “other than under every bull, horse and big dog on board this ship!”

Emily just stared at her Mom and sort of foamed at the mouth (she could do nothing more with Sombra that far down her throat); but Grandpa laughed and clapped his hands.

“Bring on another bull!!!” he exclaimed, happily.

And as much fun as old Mr. Mulligan had had having his cock blown by so many beautiful young girls, including Emily, nothing could compare to the vivacity and enthusiasm he had now, cheering on his great granddaughter as one huge animal after another was brought to her… first another bull; then a Great Dane; then a horse, then another bull, then a horse… and so on. And Mom cheered too, both for her grandfather, seeing his unbridled enjoyment, and for her daughter, seeing how much fun SHE was having too.

We left Acapulco much richer than we had been coming to it. First, Mom emphatically tore up Emily’s plane ticket and purchased a berth for her on the boat, so the girl had no choice but to stay with us for the rest of the way to Salina Cruz and back to Vancouver. (She couldn’t have left then anyway, as Mom had just asked for Furia, the red bull, to be brought around for Emily a second time, and here he was.)

“You have fun,” she said to her daughter, kissing her quickly on the cheek and then lovingly pushing her down to her knees where the young girl now needed to be. Mom glanced back one last time to see Emily leaning further and further forward to accept more and more of Furia’s length, as encouraging hands guided her head from behind; but the ship was just getting ready to pull away; so, reluctantly, Mom had to go.

Second, we had arrived with two dogs, and left with four dogs, four horses and, as you might now have guessed, some bulls… two of them, in fact, Furia and El Adorado, the bulls included especially for young Emily, at her Mom’s insistence. A special place was set up on the deck for the horses and bulls, kind of like a petting zoo, but truly a sucking zoo, where Emily especially spent most of her time. Incidentally, though she never quite got used to high heels, Emily did take to JoAnne’s panty suit idea, borrowing several from Jo’s huge supply and alternatively wearing short shorts (jeans shorts, white shorts, yellow shorts, green shorts) or panties (in all sorts of colours), depending on how she was feeling throughout the day (she looked so cute prancing about the deck or on her knees in her panties, sneakers and whatever little top she was wearing). And, by spending several hours each day under bulls and horses, and having turns with each of the dogs very day, by the 12th day of the trip, Emily actually managed to take one bull, whose shaft was considerably thinner than the others, so far into her throat that she actually was able to really push and, with the shaft bending a little bit, touched the animal’s belly with her nose. Not bad for this little teen who couldn’t have weighed more than 90 pounds! Needless to say, I had no choice but to buy the lover, El Adorado, for Emily; I was sure that her Mom could make some arrangements for the bull in a stable somewhere near their home. After that, Emily and ‘Eddie’ (what Emily nicknamed him) became almost inseparable, quite literally, because 20-24 inches of him was invariably rooted in the teen’s mouth and throat a lot of the time.

Luckily, the other girls took up the slack with the other animals once Emily and Eddie became so ‘attached’, though each girl sure started to have her favourites. Of course, each girl LOVED her own dog, and spent at least twice a day throat-entertaining him. Kaitlin’s TV crew lured her into ‘interviewing’ Furia, the other bull, to find out how he felt about being so slighted by Emily (not really, though, as Emily still had Furia in her mouth more than any other girl). Kaitlin wore lovely, chocolate brown dress pants and heels and a lighter brown blouse for this interview, which sounded kind of like:

“lgggghhhhhhghhhghhhhhghhhghhhghhghhhghhhghhhhghhhhghhhhhhhghhhghhhghhhhhh,”
and so on, as Kaitlin struggled for words (and breath).

The red bull really said nothing, but that was okay. As the soundman held Kaitlin’s head and kept pushing her further and further onto the animal, for more than an hour, the female reporter’s helplessly flailing arms and wiggling little ass said it all.

And, after that, given the ‘suckcess’ of the first encounter (18 ½ inches), Kaitlin had more and more reason to visit Furia for similar follow-up interviews to get to know him even more ‘deeply’.

In addition to the horses and her dog and Furia, JoAnne continued to service all the men on board, aided especially by Nadine, but also by the other three. JoAnne surpassed 51,000 career blowjobs easily by the last day, and had publically announced to everyone that she now was driving for 100,000 by age 30.

“Will you come back and help us out next year?” Uncle Charlie asked her, since he already was convinced this cruise now needed to be an annual event.

“Sure,” Jo replied. And the other four girls, Emily included, nodded too.

Everyone was really sad when we finally docked in Vancouver. At first, Claire said she had to leave us to return to work; but then she reasoned that, now that she had Diablo, she really couldn’t envision being a stewardess any more.

“He needs me,” she said.

We all agreed that Diablo certainly would go nuts if Claire deviated at all from her now established routine.

“Can you use another girl?” she asked me.

I nodded. “Then you girls can take turns looking after the dogs if one or two of you are away all night,” I said

That sounded great to Jo, Nadine and Claire. Even Kaitlin agreed to ‘pop on over to take care of the dogs’ if all three of the girls were working late, and we knew she was sincere.

Claire also was VERY interested in meeting Bucky and his pals. (As it turns out, Claire did move to our city and into an apartment just down the street from our house; but she also continued to be a stewardess, working for a more local airline so she rarely was away overnight, and working fewer flights so she could work with Jo and Nadine. Consequently, when Claire wasn’t soaring the friendly skies, she was orally exploring between men’s thighs, and loving it.)

Emily’s Mom was there at the dock. I’d called ahead to let her know about Emily’s pet bull, and she was delighted.

“Of course I’ll find a place,” she said. And she was really curious as to whether or not I’d actually SEEN her daughter take the bull into her throat all that way. (I had, and showed her pictures on my digital to prove it.)

Consequently, arrangements were made for a truck to pick ‘Eddie’ up from the boat to bring him to a farm not far from their home. Mom and daughter then were going to drive behind the truck on the way to Kamloops. After that, Mom expected Emily to visit and have fun with her bull daily all summer from then on. But then, after talking things over with Emily, Mom suddenly decided to send the girl home with Jo, Nadine and me for the rest of the summer, after she’d spent a week at home to play with ‘Eddie’ and to show off to everyone at home what she now could do.

“You can put her to work, can’t you?” Mom asked me, hopefully.

“She wouldn’t be able to charge for it,” I cautioned them both. “Not until next year.”

Mom’s eyes lowered. “This man needs convincing, Emily” she finally said, once again gently pushing down upon her daughter’s shoulder so that the girl slipped down to her knees; and then leaning over herself to deftly undo my belt and zipper while Emily watched quietly from about one foot away. Mom then stood up straight and her hand found the back of Emily’s head, gently directing it forward towards my now exposed dick. I watched in amazement as Emily leaned forward without resistance and without using her hands to take my rapidly swelling cock into her mouth. As Mom watched quietly, the girl started to suck me, deep throating me with ease and with absolutely no hint of embarrassment, right on the peer as swarms of strangers milled all around us.

“So…” Mom started to renegotiate.

“I’m sure we can still put her to work!” I soon relented, as Emily pushed her nose so far into my belly, I thought my dick was going to burst out the back of her neck. Mom was very pleased at my reversal, convinced that it would be a great experience for Emily, giving her a really GREAT job to go to next summer, when she could ask for compensation. But also so proud of Emily, watching her utilize her mouth and throat so skilfully. She had learned so much on that trip!

Between them, Kaitlin, Jo and Nadine blew every man on the plane on the way home. The stewardesses were a bit older, and not nearly as pretty as Claire on this flight, so I was glad that all three of these girls were with me to spread the love.

A week later, Emily arrived with a huge scrap book of pictures her mother had taken of her with ‘Eddie’ and with various uncles and cousins. But she actually was so tired from the flight, and from having spent most of her last night at a stable with her pet, that she went fast asleep in the car. Ultimately, I had to wake her out of a deep sleep so she could follow me up the driveway to the house I now share with Jo, Nadine and Heather.

But I certainly woke her up when I gave her a little tour of the house, finishing with the back yard. At first, Emily didn’t seem to register what she was seeing; but then her eyes grew wide, and she turned to me with a pleading look.

“Can I… you know?” she asked.

“He’s been waiting… just for you,” I told her, with a smile and a nod.

The happy teen immediately kissed me; and then she ran right outside and dropped to her knees to ‘try out’ the friendly and very passive old black bull (named Jackson) that the girls and I had bought (1) to keep our grass short; and (2) to make Emily feel right at home.