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.

“Stand up, Dad,” Mom said after a minute or two.

And so he joined in. Reina’s skill in bringing all three men to ecstatic climax within 15 minutes – is what sealed the deal. She then blew three more salesmen and all seven mechanics to ‘earn’ free air-conditioning, a sunroof, and free maintenance for a year. And two days later she was driving the car of her dreams.

By four months, she had her sites on other dreams, like a wardrobe of nice designer jeans she’d always wanted but couldn’t afford, and lots of sexy new shoes, tops and underwear. So she expanded her business by placing an ad in the paper so she could work as an escort on Friday nights and all Saturday. Dad’s brother owned a motel and was delighted to provide her with a nice room. Now, every Friday, after blowing anywhere from 5 to 15 guys in Mr. William’s room, she rushed home, took a shower, put on a sexy pair of panties and a bra and then spent about a half hour putting make-up on in the bathroom. She then slipped into her tightest jeans, heels and a top and was ready to take calls by 7:00.

Calls usually came in pretty quickly, thanks to her very alluring ads, which left nothing to the imagination – “18 y/o blonde beauty – on my knees and eager to please, 7 PM to 7 AM”; and “Blonde schoolgirl – make me kneel and put me to work”. But she ALWAYS made time for Dad before going out, whenever he needed attention… and seeing her emerge from her room dolled up and in her tightest jeans definitely made him need attention.

“She’s just blowing her father right now,” Mom would tell guys who called while Reina was busy. That always made them extra excited to see her.

So now she was happy to take on a seniors home all by herself. This time, the classic Jordache jeans, and the top, and the hot pink heels that she wore were things she’d bought for herself, as she always had money for things like that now. She entered the home hoping she’d be able to give each and every man there the blowjob of his life. Her parents, meanwhile, were delighted that, in her quest to raise money for her car and new clothes and make-up and other fine things, she hadn’t forgotten to be the sweet, generous girl they knew she was… that she hadn’t forgotten that Christmas spirit of giving that they both hoped resided in everyone all year long. The thought of their daughter happily volunteering to give what they were told would likely be close to 5000 or more blowjobs over the month of December, to total strangers ranging in age from 18 to 98, all of them down on their luck or old or ill, all for FREE, made them so, so proud. And the zoo visits? Well… they’d be so much fun for Reina.

Stacey was thinking about her friend at the zoo as she climbed the stairs from the second to third floor of the 16 storey seniors apartment complex she’d been assigned. Unlike Reina, who was going to be kneeling pretty much in one spot in the cafeteria of the home she was servicing, Stacey was keeping true to her and Stephanie’s door-to-door roots, visiting each one of the men she was destined to suck right in their apartments. Sixteen floors, ten twelve apartments per floor… 160 apartments; and every one of them had been designated to couples. Now, admittedly, since they’d moved in, some of these elderly couples had been separated by death, so not every apartment had a male waiting for her. But gay couples were not discriminated against… so some apartments had two.

“Plan for 160 men,” she was told “and you’ll be about right.”
Her goal was to try to tackle one floor every 1 hour and work past midnight.

“You DON’T have to blow every man today,” she was told. “Those who are missed can be blown by the next girl tomorrow.”

But she wanted to. It’d be fun. She’d already had so much fun with 92 year-old Mr. Travers, whose wife was so cute she’d actually invited several of her friends over to watch and take pictures as Stacey sucked on her husband’s cock. It was a grand old party – 86 year-old Mrs. Travers scurrying around busily to be the perfect hostess, offering coffee, tea and an assortment of breakfast-appropriate hors d’ordoeuvres to her friends while chatting gaily.

“Would you like one, Honey?” she even asked Stacey.

“Hmmm?” Stacey asked, taken by surprise.

“Oh, of course not! Silly me!” the old woman said, and then resumed passing food out to the other guests.

Stacey lingered a little long there than she should have, even blowing the old man twice; but his wife was so cute, it was well worth the delay.

One apartment had 5 old men in it… widowers from various floors who’d decided to all meet in the one’s first floor apartment “to get a jump on the girl.” Stacey blew three at once as the other two fondled her ass and moaned over her tight little ass in even tighter dark blue jeans.

“Oh, couldn’t we do the ass-to-mouth thing?” one of them pleaded.
Hmm hmm hmm hmm,” Stacey explained. Another time. And she meant it, giving them her phone number before she left and telling them to call her if they really wanted to fuck her ass and mouth.

“Don’t forget about me!” she sang sweetly as she left their apartment.

But of course they wouldn’t. For as soon as she left, the five men all took the elevator to the third floor, where they’d make her suck them all again. Naturally, Stacey recognized them and what they were doing. But they were sweet and funny, so she played right along… on the third floor, and again on the 6th, 9th, and 16th floor.

So here she was, having so much fun, and wondering how Stephanie was doing. If she knew WHAT Stephanie was doing that very moment, she’d have laughed. The two girls had often given blowjobs to tall men. Besides each blowing at least 3 different hockey teams every week, the also had a couple of basketball teams they serviced fairly regularly. They’d even once done a big fundraiser event in which they blew two semi-professional teams at mid court just before an afternoon league game, with over 5,000 fans in attendance. Then, at half time, 10 men who’d bought special lottery tickets were randomly selected from the audience to be blown by the two girls over the half-time break, and another 100 were selected for after the game, all proceeds going to a local charity. So Stacey and Stephanie had both blown tall men… but a giraffe?

Luckily, that gorgeous blonde zoo assistant, Gillian, had already figured out how tall these creatures are when she, fairly tall herself at 5 foot 8, fellated one the day before, and immediately told the head zoo manager, who in turn had a special platform built so Stephanie, Kaitlin and Naomi could climb three stairs and kneel comfortably.

Stephanie started laughing when she saw the set-up. The giraffe’s long legs literally straddled the platform, so it was like being in a raised tent for the girls, the giraffe’s entire body directly overhead. No worries, at least, if it rained, Stephanie thought to herself as she dropped down to her knees on a cushion that already was waiting for her, took the rod into her mouth and started to rock to and fro. The funniest thing for Stephanie, though, was glancing over to one side as she sucked and seeing the giraffe’s face only a few feet away watching her.

“Hmm hmmm (Hello)!” she chuckled to the giraffe. And then she had fun watching him watching her.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm,” she said to him, playfully.

He just kind of bleated.

And Stephanie laughed through her mouthful of meat.

Stephanie had fun with all three giraffes the zoo had in her little ‘tent’, her fun including looking out at all the cameras and zoo visitors who were watching her. Today, SHE was the attraction as much as the animals. She was determined to put on a good show.

Making sure that her long blonde hair didn’t obscure her face had been a bit of a problem; that is until Mom gave her a hair band to put it into a ponytail.

“You want everyone to be able to see your sweet face,” Mom said, as she slipped it onto her daughter’s hair.

“Hmm hmm,” Stephanie said, pausing for a minute from the chimpanzee she was with at the time. After this, the monkey had fun playing with Stephanie’s ponytail, but was very gentle and Stephanie didn’t mind it a bit… it even kept her ponytail from swishing into her face, which was great. Of course, the other chimps in the cage with her were very playful too, and many, like the elephants, were drawn to her lovely little bum. Stephanie wiggled it teasingly, and they seemed to like that too.

Now, when the giraffe started rubbing her bum with her nose, like at least 15 animals had done so far that day, including all 5 elephants, she started planning what other nice pairs of pants and jeans she’d wear to entertain the animals for each of the remaining ten days she’d be here. She’d DEFINITELY ask her mom to go out and buy her at least one new pair of jeans and maybe some white pants, since she’d be too busy herself. Mom would be delighted to do that for her.


Contrary to Stephanie’s exploits, most of the men Stacey was blowing today were shorter than average, because boys grow taller than they used to, and all these men had lost some height as they aged. But there was one gay couple, a 67-year old black man and a 72-year old white man, who were both very tall and huge (in the cock department). They asked if Stacey minded them being able to fuck each other in the ass for a minute or two before Stacey started on them, and Stacey said she wouldn’t mind a bit.

“Just don’t forget about me,” she teased them.

Both men had cocks at least 10 inches long and both plunged them all the way down Stacey’s throat. The men took turns pumping Stacey’s head onto their partner’s cock to make sure she took it deep, and she thought that was fun.

What also was fun were the seven blind men with guide dogs, given that dogs otherwise weren’t allowed to be in the complex.

“Is your doggie a boy?” Stacey asked each of them, hopefully. Lucky for her, six of them (3 black Labrador retrievers, 2 yellow Labs, and a Golden retriever) were. Even luckier for Stacey was that six women in the complex had guide dogs too, and five of them were male, and they were all well behaved. Because, after the first dog started to hump Stacey’s bum as she blew Mr. Stanner, she remained on her knees to let Mr. Tanner’s son hoist Blue into place for her. It was both fun and easy. The younger Mr. Tanner held the dog’s front paws up to support it on its hind legs, she leaned forward with her mouth open, and the horny dog did all the rest.

Brooke also was servicing shorter older men, as opposed to Stephanie’s elephants and giraffes, but her experience was different yet than either Reina’s or Stacey’s. Her men were older and sicker than either of the other two homes, averaging mid to late seventies, and many were in wheelchairs or largely confined to bed. Brooke’s tight white shorts were the sexiest thing most of these men had seen in decades, and she made good use of it, proudly flaunting it off whenever she entered a room. As many times as she could bend over to feature her assets, she did so. And then she kneeled and started. Some of the men were pretty senile, but they all were kept calm by the nurses, and Brooke was quiet and respectful.

“Hmm hmmm?” she’d ask the men as she blew them.

Most paid no notice.

At least a quarter of them peed in her mouth before any cum came, and half never came. But Stephanie gave each man the full treatment anyway… and swallowed everything.

The nursing home had over 200 residents, but only 91 of them were male; so Brooke was in no rush and even took time to blow seven male nurses and orderlies, two janitors, three cooks, and old Dr. Ferris who came by for his rounds. She even took care of Dr. Ferris’ two old German Shepherds, who always came with him.


JoAnne, Kim Henry and the black girl, Lexi, also dealt with sick or injured men, but theirs ranged in age from 18 to 101. Some had broken legs and were in traction, which made it logistically difficult for the girls to access their groins… but they managed by approaching the patient from the other side or, for one man with two broken legs, standing up at the foot of the bed and leaning into him from between them. Being in panties at the time, JoAnne quickly felt another cock stuck far into her anus, but she paid no attention to it. When she was finished blowing the patient, she turned around and dropped to her knees to suck the intern who’d poked her from behind.

Other patients had colostomy bags or other assorted things, but the girls were not dissuaded. They were there to bring Christmas cheer and they did. When one man’s colostomy bag broke and leaked all over his groin, young Kim just kept sucking, using her tongue to clean up the mess.

In addition to patients, there were lots of male doctors and about ten male nurses, whom the girls all felt deserved blowjobs too for how hard they worked. At one point, each of the girls ended up in the doctor’s lounge surrounded by up to a dozen of them, which gave them a welcome break from the often pungent odor of the ward.
The three girls felt really good about blowing all these sick men, however, no matter the smells, because some of the men were very sick. JoAnne cried a couple of times, recognizing that the blowjobs she and the other girls would be giving might be the last blowjobs some of these men would ever have.

“At least they’re getting an early glimpse of heaven,” one kindly nurse told Jo, as she blew men on the fourth floor.

“Hmm hmmm,” Jo thanked her. She was determined to make sure she delivered a piece of heaven to every one of these men.

There were far too many men for Jo to handle on her own, since the bed had over 900 beds, and more than 500 were filled with adult males; and there were more than 80 male doctors, plus nurses and janitors and cooks; but Jo could easily handle 300 blowjobs in 18 hours, and she was determined to do that. Kim, herself a multiple gold medal winner at the past Oral Olympics in Vancouver, committed to blowing 200, and Lexi promised to do the rest. Maybe the other teams wouldn’t be able to blow 600 men in one day; but with JoAnne and Kim paired together, you had arguably the two of the three most accomplished cocksuckers in the world (with Nadine probably second, and Sandy definitely in the top five).

Kim’s formal black-pants-blouse-and-heels look certainly contrasted with Jo’s panty-suit, but their cock-sucking styles were similar… calm, slow, rhythmic… never jerky.. all mouth and NO hands. Skillfully tilting their heads one way and then the other to cover different parts of the shaft with their tongue. It was fellatio artistry in motion.

And Lexi, though a relative novice, was all smile and heart, and so eager to kneel and do her best with every man, it made everyone feel good to see her at work. She wore tight jeans and a sexy silver bikini top with her jeans and heels, and her ass was sweet too. I’ve always been partial to blondes and Japanese girls… but Lexi was a real beauty too. She could suck my cock anytime.


As afternoon turned into evening, back at the zoo, Stephanie, Kaitlin and Naomi were ending up back where they’d started. Having just taken care of about a dozen zebras and two moose, they found themselves back with Bobo and his four buddies.
“It’s almost eight o’clock,” the zoo manager told them. “You could stop now.”

Stephanie immediately shook her head. She definitely wanted to play with Bobo again; and, from the way he immediately grabbed her around the waist with his trunk and pulled her into place, he obviously felt the same way.

Stephanie’s parents had left for a bit to eat some dinner, but were not at all surprised to find out, upon returning, that their daughter was back with the elephants.

“Good for her,” Mom said.

Stephanie, Kaitlin and Naomi had no intention of leaving before ten, so they took extra time with each of their new long-nosed (“Isn’t that what a trunk is?” Stephanie asked the handler) friends. With 25 minutes to go before ten, Stephanie ended up back with Bobo for a fourth time today, and he still wasn’t done with her.

This final act seemed like slow motion, as the angelic blonde took several seconds for each long slow back and forth of her head. She’d leaned to go deeper now. Contrary to what Gillian had told her initially, now she was mostly using her mouth, her hands just supporting the massive member before her.

And she hummed softly: “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

Bobo, meanwhile, lovingly caressed Stephanie’s bum with his trunk. He evidently loved the feel of her ass, the feel of corduroy, or both. In her mind, Stephanie had already picked out a pair of 5-pocket dark blue Chic jeans for tomorrow, because that’s when she’d be back here with Bobo (happily enough), this time paired with JoAnne and Reina.

At ten o’clock, Stephanie was still going strong, with Kaitlin back on her knees to interview her about how her first day had gone.

“Hmm hmm hmmmmm!” Stephanie answered emphatically. It’s been GREAT!

“So there you have it,” Kaitlin said. “I’m Kaitlin Smith speaking live from the City Zoo, after a wonderful first day of December. There’s still 30 more days to go, and all the other girls and I can’t wait to start up again tomorrow. Isn’t that right, Stephanie?”

“Hmm HMMMMMMM!” Stephanie nodded. “Hmm hmmmmm!”


Sure enough, the next day Stephanie was back at the zoo with JoAnne and Reina, and was wearing the Chic jeans she’d thought about, along with a long-sleeved, white with red-trim ‘I LUV BOBO THE ELEPHANT’ t-shirt her mom had bought her the day before in the gift shop, and black heels. Out of respect for JoAnne, she let Jo kneel with Bobo first. Since it was cooler and they were outside, Jo had pulled a tight pair of pink jeans on, to go with a red sweater and red heels.

Jo almost certainly gave Bobo the BJ of his life… but immediately afterwards his long trunk lovingly reached out to curl around Stephanie’s waist once again… and both Stephanie and her mom (Dad was at work today) were VERY pleased.

And Bobo DID love Stephanie’s new jeans, fondling her sweet little bum as much as or even more than the day before. He’d even figured out to reach down a bit further and through her legs to rub her crotch, which made the sensuous, sexual blonde even more aroused than she normally was with a cock in her mouth.

She moaned in ecstasy as she sucked. And, after she’d swallowed, Bobo’s trunk reached up and wrapped atop her shoulders to prevent her from standing up. He wasn’t done with her yet.

Stephanie was elated. She kissed his massive member and then opened wide to work on it some more.

Bobo had a lifetime fan now. Stephanie was slated to work the zoo nine more times that month. But she arrived early to see Bobo every morning; and she stopped by late to see him again every night.


On the final day of December, everything moved to the big park downtown. By now, there were a couple of inches of snow on the ground, but hearts and mouths were warm and that’s all that mattered.

More than 30,000 people flooded the park that day. In the true spirit of the season, in excess of 17,000 blowjobs were lovingly given out. To handle the onslaught, the fifteen girls who’d gained a level of fame few ever enjoy were joined on their knees by hundreds of local schoolgirls and secretaries and nurses and teachers… some in uniform, others dressed casually in jeans, pants or skirts.

One hundred thirty-three of these girls were brave enough to try out Bobo or one of his pals from the zoo. Stephanie, of course, was with Bobo as the clock struck midnight.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm, Hmmhmm!” (Happy New Year, Bobo!” she said to him.

The month was over.


BUT… as fate would have it, it was far from over for Stephanie and Bobo, who’d become so much a team that visitors to the zoo just expected to find the lovely blonde on her knees with him. Luckily, none of that was going to change. On the third last day of the month, Stephanie’s last official day at the zoo, she came dressed extra special – wearing a nice new pair of dark navy, 5-pocket classic Jordache jeans she’d seen Reina wearing and really liked; a nice new sweater that her grandmother had knitted for her to commemorate this event – mostly white but with red and green trim to mark the season, but with Grandma’s and Stephanie’s mom’s favorite picture of Stephanie on her knees blowing Bobo somehow dyed into the front – and black heels.

“I just LOVE that picture!” Grandma had said about 10 days earlier.

“I agree,” said Mom. “See how you’re looking right into the camera… and Bobo’s nice and hard but still deep inside your mouth.”

“Hmm hmmm,” Stephanie said.

“And your bum looks so nice too. Those jeans look so nice on you and it’s just the right angle. Don’t you think so, Dad?”

Mom glanced upwards and handed the picture up to him.

“I agree, Mum,” he said. “You ALWAYS look gorgeous to me, Pumpkin.”

“Hmm hmm, Hmm hmmm,” his daughter said.

“But you look especially fantastic in this picture.”

“Hmm hmmm.”

Of course… that had all been a set-up, to make sure Stephanie liked the picture that would be on her Christmas sweater. She did, of course, and was lucky enough to spend Christmas Day at the zoo so Bobo could see it too. She even wore the same Chic jeans as in the picture, which he obviously liked.

The elephant handler loved the sweater too, and told the zoo manager, who then spoke with Stephanie’s grandma and mother. Consequently, within four days, the zoo gift store was selling t-shirts, for guys and gals in all sizes and five different colors, all having that same lovely picture of Stephanie on it, along with the words ‘Cum to the Zoo’… and it would immediately become the best-selling item the zoo had ever sold. By noon, over 500 units had been sold and the store was ordering more. Stephanie was looking out from her work – whether it was with an elephant or giraffe or zebra of chimp or that old orangutan she’d grown really fond of too – and would see her face and lovely bum everywhere, people wearing the t-shirt OVER their sweaters.

It was around ten and because of the amazing sales of that shirt, that the zoo manager called Stephanie’s parents for the second time in four days and asked them to stop by his office. Then just before noon, as Stephanie had just finished the three giraffes, the head zoo manager sent a messenger out to ask Stephanie to pop by his office. She knew something was up when she walked in and her mom and dad were there, both wearing her now-famous t-shirt.

Mom suggested that Stephanie might ‘thank’ the manager for all the help he and his staff had given Stephanie over the month… “and for all these lovely t-shirts.”

“Of course,” the blonde said, dropping to her knees and reaching for the manager’s belt and zipper.

Bill (that was his name) watched her quietly, trying to hide the smirk on his face. Stephanie’s parents already knew what he was going to say; they’d heard his proposal and were ecstatic about it. He waited until she had started on him. She looked so pretty, glancing up at him with his cock in her mouth. He’d DEFINITELY have to get MORE t-shirts featuring Stephanie with the other animals.

“Have you had fun here, Stephanie?” he asked.

“Hmm hmmmm!” she nodded emphatically.

“Everyone has just loved having you around.”

“Hmm hmmm.” (Thank you.)

“What do you think of the t-shirts?”

“Hmm hmmmm!” she said, enthusiastically.

“They’re selling like hotcakes.”

“Hmmm?”

“The store can’t keep up with demand. Maybe we can ask your mom for pictures of you with some of the other animals, so we can make some different t-shirts.”

“Hmm hmmm,” (Of course). Her eyes shot hopefully over to her mom, who was smiling and nodding.

The manager then paused and appeared to grow more serious.

“You know that Bobo REALLY misses you when you’re not here.”

“Hmmmm.” This made Stephanie sad too.

“And not just him…. The other elephants too… and the giraffes and that fat old orangutan… and the chimps… and everyone else.”

“Hmm hmmm,” she nodded again, sadly.

“Soooo… Would you like to stick around?”

“Hmmm?” Stephanie’s eyes lit up.

The older man laughed. Stephanie looked so cute with her eyes all big with excitement like that. “I’d like to offer you a job, Stephanie, to stay on as a second assistant animal handler. Full time. Five days a week. Basically to just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“Hmm hmmmm?” she asked.

“Yes, really” he answered. “Bobo and the other animals would all be lost without you. We’ll give you a bunch of your t-shirts to wear while working, one that has your name on the back, so you don’t have to wear the grubby old jackets the rest of the staff do. I hear Bobo REALLY loves your little bum.”

Mom and Dad laughed.

“So… Are you interested?” the manager asked.

“Hmm hmmmmmmm!” she nodded without a second’s hesitation, looking up from her knees with his cock in her mouth, first to her parents (who both were smiling like Cheshire cats) and then up to him. She could easily work here AND still manage to fit in 20 to 30 hours of fund-raising with Stacey on weekends and evenings. Stacey might even pop by and help her out at the zoo sometimes.

“Hmm hmmmm!” she nodded again.

“Is Tuesday to Saturday, okay?” the manager asked. “We get our largest crowds on Saturday and you’ve become kind of an attraction. You’ll have Sundays and Mondays off.”

“Hmm hmmm!” she nodded, still glancing towards her mom, who was so pleased she could almost burst.

“Of course,” the manager said slyly, “you’d be MORE than welcome to come visit Bobo and the rest of us all on the weekends.”

“Hmm hmmmmm!” (Of course!) she said again.

And everyone laughed at her enthusiasm.

“So I guess you have a REAL job now, Stephie!” her dad kidded her, as he stood up and started to undo his belt and zipper to join in the celebration.

“Hmm hmmmm!” his daughter said, reaching out to undo his belt and zipper for him, as she usually did at home, all the while continuing to suck on Bill. Soon, Stephanie’s mouth was alternating between the two men, and Mom was fiddling with her camera.

For though Mom had taken thousands of pictures of Stephanie over the month, including over 900 of her at the zoo, this was far too exciting an event for her not to take another one – this time with Stephanie posing on her knees shaking Mr. Lyon’s hand with one hand, while her mouth held his cock and her other hand held Dad’s.

“Turn your head back this way, Sweetie!” Mom said.

And Stephanie craned her neck as far as she could with a cock in her mouth to look back behind her where Mom was standing.

“And jut your bum out a little bit more,” Mom said. Stephie was wearing those same Jordache jeans today that looked especially great on her.

“Hmmmm?”

“PERRRRfect. Now everyone say ‘spaghetti’!”

“Hmm hmm hmmm!” Stephanie said.

Click.

“One more.”

Click.

“One more. A little deeper though, Sweetie.”

“Hmm hmmmm?”

Click.

“And now how about a few with you on your Dad.”

Click.

“One more.”

Click.

“And deeper….”

Click.

And on it went for at least fifty more fun pictures from different angles, including several of Stephanie with three men: the zoo manager, Bob the elephant handler (who suddenly showed up asking for her), AND her dad.

“Part of your new paid responsibilities will be taking care of the staff, too, Stephanie,” old Bill told her, with a wink.

“Hmm hmmmmm!” (Of course!) she nodded, ardently, and glanced quickly at her mom.

More proud of her daughter than she’d ever been, Mom nodded and smiled back.

The buzz didn’t take long to percolate through the whole park that Stephanie was staying on indefinitely beyond January 1st. Even the monkeys seemed to be chattering about it.

As for Bobo… he was nodding and seemed to be smiling too as Stephanie entered his cage a bit later with her wonderful news.

But Stephanie quickly realized that the big boy wanted MUCH more than news. She could hardly stop laughing as his big trunk once again wrapped around her waist, and then around her shoulders to move her back into position.

"You"re a bad boy, Bobo," Stephanie chuckled, glancing back at him.

But he just looked at her sternly, reached out with his trunk and turned her head back towards her work. Stephanie chuckled one last time and then opened wide to stuff Bobo inside once again. As she started sliding her mouth back and forth, she felt Bobo"s trunk pushing the back of her head with each forward plunge, forcing her further and further onto him.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm," she purred, contentedly.

It was clear to her that Bobo wanted to celebrate her staying in his own SPECIAL way!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!