In the Height of the Storm I Am Wanted

Hey, it's Michelle (obviously), doing what I love even during the height of what is now Tropical Storm Nicole.  Some 30 or so of my men are here with me so my ears are full of their moans of pleasure and mine, the sloshing sounds of their big hard cocks pounding my throat and cunt and their legs slapping against my ass as they take me back there, too.  Nonstop.  For at least 12 hours a day, every day, every week.  Even more hours during the storm as there will be no golf cart ride back to the main house during the weather to be with Maria, Mom, Roxy and the rest.

As soon as Nicole is gone the next couple of weeks my house here with all these guys will be busier than usual - and it's always VERY busy - as some of these guys want to be with me before the holiday season starts with Thanksgiving.  They're already asking me what they can get me for Christmas, but all I really want is what you see in this picture - well, and their cum, too. 

I have more to write but I'll go ahead and post this - I am wanted.

Michelle

A "Get to Know Michelle" Pose

Don't get me wrong, but I (Michelle) love everything about being throat fucked by all these guys.  But one of my favorite times is when I have my first session with new men.  Existing members of my throat fucking club will allow new members a few hours to "get to know Michelle."  I love seeing their expression when they first see my 4'10" frame and J cup boobs - I'm giving them a good view in this photo.  Of course it didn't take long before they were taking turns ramming their cocks down my throat!

Proud of My Michelle

 Ciao amanti.  Yes, you know it's Maria.  No, not in the picture - that is My Michelle - doing what she is damn good with.  I think the second she learned how to relax and take deepthroat she became like Marti - "if I can get it in my mouth I can get it down my throat."  I am very, very proud of My Michelle and I fink what she is doing so sexy.  She is so happy!  I love seeing her like this!

As Vera wrote to you, we are having our usual Saturday photograph Marti and party.  It is colder than typically may be for Florida but Marti still wants it outside.  She says the cool wind will make her nipples even bigger - could that be possible?  We will have a meet and greet for maybe and hour with Marti wearing something to show her curves - whatever she decides to wear with Daphne and July.  We have a photo session with Marti stripping down to her little undies and heels then we have a break then another photo session with another outfit of hers that will come off.  Then the sexiest part to me where the party really gets going as she mingles with the 100+ people there.  Roxy wrote about this in her post but to see Marti talking to people while both her tits are being sucked is so sexy.  But it is not like she isn't paying attention to those playing with her huge boobs, it's more like she has let her tits out so they can play - they have their fun while she talks to friends.  It is that she so often can treat her tits like they are there own separate living bodies and it is so sexy!

Ciao for good-bye!

A Michelle Blowjob Amimated GIF

 

 Good morning everyone!  It's Michelle and here is an animated G\gif of me with a cock plunging my mouth from last night.  My first gif here I believe!  I decided to post the original then the same one just closer to my mouth.  This guy's cock wasn't one of the fattest but it had to be nearly a foot long!  I love how in the top gif you can see how he's using his hand to feel his cock inside my throat pounding me.

(I'm going to pick this story up starting when we arrived at the Beach House.  I think Roxy will write about what happened at our house - and what happened was hot as hell!)

We pulled into the driveway of the Beach House around 8:45 last night.  Their initial thought was to blindfold me on the trip so I would have no idea where we were going, but they decided since I was going to have cocks in my throat all the way that I wouldn't be looking out they windows.  They were right!  Anyway, when we turned into the long driveway going from the road to the huge house one of the guys was working my throat but hadn't cum yet.  (Well, he had already cum a half dozen times or more that day, but he just meant this last time before we went to the house.)  So they stopped the car and he pulled me such that he was standing outside the limo door and my head was hanging over the edge of the seat as I lay supine across the seat.  He soon finished, but one guy noted that we were supposed to be at the house at 9:00 and it was only 8:50 and he wanted to try me in that position, promising he would blow his load in my mouth before 9:00.  He did.

Right at 9:00 they pulled the limo up to the sidewalk leading up some stairs to the front door.  (I won't go into any details about the house now; they'll be plenty of time for that soon enough.)  I was met at the door by the guy I recognized as Two.  (I had begun just naming the guys by a number since I didn't know their real names; I assigned them One through Twenty; One through Ten were the first ten guys from the previous two weeks; Eleven through Twenty were the new guys.)  I was still only wearing the tiny panties and heels I was wearing at our house; the rest of me was still nude.  Two lead me straight from the foyer into an expansive great room with lots of windows facing the Gulf.  We didn't stop to say hello to anyone standing there.  He led me down a long hallway to what I guess was the master suite.  From there we went through a door and out onto a beautiful patio.  Oddly enough, the patio was surrounded by a tall privacy fence hiding it from the sea, but that's about all I had time to see.  The patio was covered in soft pads and had several large chairs, a couple of couches, and even a small bed.  Perfect for fucking a girl's mouth.  Two gently pushed me to me knees and then a huge hard cock was in my throat.  I knew it was Nine even though I never saw his face.

For the next five hours I don't think I ever went more than about 20 seconds without a cock in my mouth and throat and those 20 second breaks were mostly to pour, from pint jars, cum that they had been saving up for me. I never saw their faces during those five hours, but I knew One through Ten just by the feel of their cocks and the taste of their cum.  I was also very familiar with the cocks and cum from Eleven through Fourteen who were at our house and who had banged my face thoroughly already.  Fifteen through Twenty were the new cocks.  The one in the gif above was one of those.  I lost count of all the explosions of cum in those five hours - fifty maybe?!?  And the cameras!  I'm guessing each guy had one and hearing all the clicking as the cameras shot photos and the lightning of the flashes from the cameras added an extra thrill to the night, especially catching from the corners of my eyes guys moving in for extreme closeups of cocks plunging my mouth out.  Some flashes were from further away telling my my whole body, shaking as it must have been from the face fucking, was being photographed.  But there were video cameras, too - several of them - all focused on me.  In those five hours there had to be pictures taken in the thousands and 20 - 30 hours of video: all of me - all for them.

But what I think I'll always remember were their voices and words.  Not just from the one who was fucking my throat at the time, but the words of others.  Though the cocks were plunging into my face hard and fast and nonstop, the words were wonderful, full of admiration and praise, kindness and gentleness, friendship and love.  Yeah, I had to emphasize that last word because, emotionally, that's what I heard most distinctly coming from their mouths and what my heart felt emanating from theirs.

At 2:00 am, the group disbanded to wherever each was going to sleep while Four, who was the one most in charge at our house, led me to my room.  Twelve was behind us carrying my little suitcase which held mostly toiletries - and a framed photo of Maria and another one of Mom and Roxy together - a little piece of home.  Four promised, in the morning, to introduce me to the six guys that I hadn't met yet tough I knew those six cocks well by now.  I asked him if that could wait for lunch because I wanted to pick up where we left off last night.

He promised.

 

A Special Connection

Hey everyone - it's Roxy writing for Michelle, well, and maybe Marti, too.  First let me say: isn't this a beautiful picture?  That's Michelle's tongue, of course, and that huge, gorgeous cock belongs to one of the BOMT guys - it was taken during their March get together.  That connection of his precum - and, damn!, that's a lot of precum, but for Michelle I'm not surprised - to her tongue is kind of a perfect representation of her and their relationship to each other: that ultra-hard cock connected to Michelle through something very special.  Now that I've seen them together I do indeed know they share something extraodinary: physically, yes, but also deeply emotional - on both sides.  It's incredible really.  Just like it's incredible that a cock that big can get that hard but, from what I have now seen, anything between them and Michelle is possible.

Anyway, sounds like Michelle didn't have a chance to speak on their way to the beach house because her mouth and throat were pretty much always full of cock.  Eight of the guys had shown up in the limo and it was only a matter of minutes before Marti, Maria and I got a first hand demonstration of Michelle's deepthroat ability - and the guys' passion for it.  And, of course, Michelle's very eager cum swallowing, too!  I think they had planned to simply drive around all afternoon with their cocks in Michelle's throat until they were supposed to arrive at the beach house around 9:00 pm, but they spent the whole time from their arrival at the Out house at 9:45 am until they left at 6:00 pm.  And who can blame them?  Marti being Marti, and Marti's body being Marti's body, and Marti's sexual drive being Marti's sexual drive, and Marti's openness being Marti's openness, and Marti not having a shy bone in her body, she got involved with them!  I bet you're not too surprised.  And what was sexy as fuck for all of us was how Michelle welcomed Marti into the action.

OK, I'm not going into the action in this post but I've been asked by Marti and Michelle to write about it here.  I will tell you now that when Michelle arrived at the beach house she was delighted to find that indeed there were 20 guys involved and not the 18 she originally thought.  She drained all 12 of them who hadn't made the trip to our place before crashing in her bedroom with a very happy but very tired throat.

I'll end with this.  As the time for them to leave neared, they asked Marti (and Maria and I if we wanted, just to watch, you understand) to come with them and Michelle and spend the 2+ weeks together with them.  Michelle couldn't speak with a huge cock in her mouth and down her throat but she nodded eagerly and looked at Marti with "Yes! Please come with us!" eyes.  Marti, however and of course, had way too many obligations for photo sessions and video filming to leave now and stay gone this week, as Maria reminded her.  Plus, though she thought Marti could use her influence with the Agency's top management to have them look the other way about the day's happenings, Maria also said there would have to be discussions with Elaine, our VP, about Marti's involvement.  The guys had a "whatever it costs we'll pay up," attitude.  Maria then reminded us all, with a sly smile that is more beautiful on her than anyone else, that next weekend is Easter and that the studio will be closed from Good Friday through Easter Sunday and that maybe, just maybe, we could find our way to the beach house for the weekend!

Done!  We even promised to give them a girl/girl/girl/girl show if they could keep their cocks out of Michelle and Marti for a little while!

ALL DAY LOG - NONSTOP!

Hey guys.  Yes, it's Michelle again with another picture of a cock in my mouth and pushing down my throat.  Sorry for the quality of the pic - the cock was thrusting in and out pretty quickly - down to the balls! - so it's a photo of motion.  You can tell it was an out stroke cause my lips are pulled outward - it's what happens when it's a tight fit!  I love seeing my face so distorted, knowing how good that cock fitting tight in my throat will feel!

Only 32 more hours before a posse of the guys arrive to pick me up in that big limo they bought.  Not sure how many will be with me on the 3 hour drive to the mansion on the sea where we'll be spending over 2 weeks, just them and me, their cocks and my throat.  The number of guys that will be there has increased again - now I'm up to 18 of them and they promise me all the new guys will have huge cocks, just like the original 10.  The BOMT continues to grow!  They told me they had wanted to have 20 guys there but two of them just couldn't get away for the whole time. 

A couple of more great things about the upcumming, er upcoming, trip; it was originally planned to go from early afternoon this Saturday the 9th and to finish two weeks on Sunday the 24th.  Now, obviously, we'll be starting early evening tomorrow, Friday the 8th, and stay until early afternoon on Tuesday the 26th!  That's, what, 17 full days and two half days!  My jaw should certainly be aching by then!  I also asked them if they'd be OK with setting aside one or two days to be nothing but throat fucking, meaning I even keep my clothes on.  They answered that we could have at least three such days if I wanted.  Wanted?!?  Hell yes!  I just think it would be so fucking hot to have it all focused on that one act, over and over and over again!  ALL DAY LONG - NONSTOP!  My nipples are like rocks just thinking about it.

I'll write more later.  I'm sure I'll have trouble sleeping tonight being full of excitement! 

Total Trust Is Totally Hot

 Hey, it's Michelle again with another of the huge cocks of one of the BO10 guys in my mouth.  This is actually one of the thinner cocks of the 10, if you can believe that cause it ain't thin at all as you can see, but it was plenty long - it's cockhead is probably a couple inches down my throat here!

OK, so, as you may remember, my next (hopefully) full week with those guys was scheduled to begin on Saturday, April 16.  The BO10 was going to be the BO12 for that week with two more guys joining.  I was afraid that the week would be cut short because the 17th is Easter so I was hoping maybe we'd go from Monday the 18th to the next Monday.  The plan, as with the first time I was with 8 of them, was to use their private jet to fly me somewhere - I didn't know where - then fly me back home.

Damn, did things change!

Where to begin?  I'll start with an easy one: they didn't like the name I had given them as a group, the BO# (chose a number) - they said it sounded like a Boy Scout troupe or maybe the name of a circle jerk club.  They simply suggest calling themselves the Brotherhood for (or of) Michelle.  I didn't like that because it made it sound like it was all about me and that it also sounded like I was a royal princess or something - which they said I was to them.  After throwing other possibilities around we settled on Brotherhood of Michelle's Throat.  That pretty much sums up what we do together, now doesn't it?  So now I'll call them the BOMT.

I'm really excited about the next change they made.  We had agreed they would have two more guys for that week to make 12 to fuck my throat.  They wanted to add one more guy but, being a bit superstitious, I didn't like the number 13 and told them to add or subtract somebody.  Thankfully, within a day they had the 14th guy.  A couple days later they added a 15th.  And then another to get to 16.  And that's where we stand now.

And my worry about interfering with their Easter holidays?  Not only was there nothing to worry about but also wanted to extend the "visit" and asked if I could meet them this Saturday!  I gave them a resounding YES!  YES!  YES!  So I'll be with them from Saturday the 9th of April until Sunday the 24th!  Don't ask me how 16 guys could take 2 weeks off from whatever they do and wherever they live with Easter right in the middle - I don't ask them anything about their lives outside of me and they don't offer much to me either, though they know me - inside and out (literally and figuratively).

Then the changes to the itinerary came like an avalanche.  No, they weren't going to fly me anywhere; some of them were coming to pick me up and drive me to what would be home for the 17 of us (16 of them plus me) for two weeks and a day.  Though they wouldn't tell me where they were taking me they said it was on the Florida Gulf Coast maybe 3 hours or so from where we live.  Seems these idiots formed a real estate company and proceeded to purchase a sprawling mansion surrounded by a few acres of beachfront property.  (They also bought a small townhouse about 20 miles away, but more on that later.)  Yeah, they're all wealthy as fuck so it probably wasn't that much to them, especially split 16 ways (I guess that's how they divided it).  Then came the shock when they said they are giving me a share of said mansion!  An extra bonus for signing the 5 year contract with them to be their exclusive paying customer - in other words being their exclusive whore.  OK, that sounded a bit dirty especially since I'm in such deep friendships with them all or at least the 10 I've been with so far, but you get my point, right?  After telling them several times that they didn't have to do that for me and them telling me they know they didn't have to but wanted to for all I was doing for them, I asked them how much of a share: 20% - a fucking fifth of this gorgeous mansion I own - or will own, I guess, or whatever!  They said they were only going to use the mansion to be with me but that I could use it whenever I wanted, except that, for our next few visits together, they wanted to keep it's whereabouts secret because they thought it was so sexy that I trusted them so much and was willing to go with them wherever they wanted me to.  Then one of them said something that I might have to pin on their shirts as their (our) motto:

Total trust is totally hot.

So then it seems the dumbasses bought one more thing (which they said I wouldn't want to own any part of) and that's a stretch limousine to carry us all around and it's that which will pick me up Saturday.  And, oh by the way they said, we did hire someone to take care of the place and drive the limo and that's who the small townhouse was for.  So the limo will be here to pick me up Saturday and some of them will come along - for fun, they said.  They said they would blindfold me for the drive so I wouldn't know where we were and had me promise to not use my phone or laptop to find out the location.  Total trust is totally hot. . .

I'll stop here for now though I'm sure I forgot several things.  I'll certainly be posting more here before I leave Saturday and while I'm there!

The Aroma, the Essence

 In my last post about the 10 days with the BO10 ("Brotherhood of 10" which is my name for the 10 guys as a group - they don't call themselves anything) I wrote about the sounds of the sex.  For this post, I'll write about the smell or odor - actually I don't like those two words for the experience in that they can connotate something unpleasant.  And yet, scent implies to me a slightly perceptible sensation and there's nothing insignificant about the smell of cum.  I'll use the words essence and aroma because aroma to my mind implies something pleasant and essence suggest something fundamental and unique.

So, yes, the overwhelming smell for those 10 days was the aroma of man cum.  It pervaded every room in the house even though I probably swallowed over 80% of the hundreds of loads shot by the 10 guys.  (I would estimate between 700 and 750 loads in the 9½ days we were together.)  Most of the other 20% were shot on my face, bukakke-style.  The bukakke would enhance my sense of smell and let me experience that part of the guys' essence.  Towards the latter part of the week I would sometimes ask them to cum in my mouth and then blast there cocks down my throat before I swallowed.  This would force some cum into my nasal passages (and sometimes even a bit out my nose) and filling me with the aroma.

Don't get me wrong, the aroma of cum takes some getting used to as it is pungent and earthy, but once it is associated with something wonderful - as it is with me - it becomes an essence to revel in and to appreciate and to adore and to never get tired of.

Of course there are other smells I remember from the experience: every morning before I went out to the guys and every evening before I went to sleep I would walk out on the private balcony of my bedroom and take in the smells of the ocean.  There was the smell of coffee brewing before dawn every morning.  There was the light, fruity smell of the champagne that invariably came out at night.  And there was the other sexual scent - the aroma of my cumming, my squirt, which has been increasing in frequency and volume during my times with them.  It's a much lighter smell than cum, but still that hint of muskiness.  And there was the aroma that I would barely detect when their cocks were deep in my throat and their bodies pressed up against my nose: the smell of bath soap, whiffs of cologne, and the smallest hint of sweat.  And speaking off bath soap - I would shower by myself in the mornings and the last shower at night, but I would shower often during the days before changing outfits and those times I would be joined by two of the men as they took turns joining me.  And then, of course, there was the smell of the liquid bath soap which they spent lots of time soaping my tits.

It is sometimes said the the sense of smell is the sense to bring back memories.  I believe it.  I came home with quarts of their cum that they had saved for me prior to our meeting and when I take in their aromas now, the incredible adventure of it all pours back into me again.

 

Michelle

Sounds of Sex

OK, well I'm posting this photo showing more of my (Michelle's) face than I would normally show but with that fat cock covering up half of my face and with the other half swollen out of proportion because of the cock's size I figured this photo would be OK to show.  The picture in a way sums up what went on last week with the BO10: when sex was happening, which was at least 12 hours a day, there was pretty much always a cock in my mouth and down my throat.  It was rare for my tits not to be in two different guys hands - or mouths as you can see from the saliva on my right breast.  What you can't see is the huge dick in my pussy.

I've never quite let myself go as I do with these men.  Mom often talks about "becoming your body and losing your being and your brain" during sex, especially extreme sex.  (By "being" she means one's emotional self; she likes using 3 B's in this saying of hers.)  It isn't easy to take your brain and your heart out of an experience, but, fuck!, it's hot when you do.  I guess it is animalistic in a way.  I don't think when I get there, or feel in an emotional sense.  But, oh does my body feel.  And my senses are heightened: the sounds; the tastes; the visions (look at my eye staring at the huge cock going down my throat); the scents - primarily of cum; the feel and by this I mean the physical feel and not the heart kind of feel.  It's not easy to give up who you are and just be your giving and accepting body.

I'll try in my next few posts to describe those senses when I lose myself and in this post I'll talk about sounds.  I never really thought of my ears as being sexual organs in this way, but the sounds of pure sex are incredible if you let them go wild.  The dominant sound because of its proximity to my ears is the sound of the face fucking: the wet sound of a cock slamming down my throat and the sound of air being forced from my nostrils as my mouth is so full; there are my uncontrollable moans of pleasure as the cock presses further into my throat, whether fast or slow; or there are the grunts forced from me when a cock slams in really hard.  The second sound is the sound of their voices, especially the one whose cock is in my mouth: their groans of pleasure, their exclamations as they cum in my mouth.  Then it's their voices: their comments of delight and controlling power as they use my tits however they wish; their praises of my body and sex skills whether they are using my body at the time or watching others use it.  There's another sloshing wet sound as they fuck my pussy or finger it roughly; or maybe their moans as they eat me out.  And a sound that doesn't seem sexy but definitely is: I asked them to set their photography cameras to make that unmistakable click and whine noise that film cameras make, a setting most digital cameras have, I guess.  It's the sheer number of those clicks and winding whines that's hot as fuck.  There were dozens of cameras spread around the 5,000 square foot house so any one of them could have a camera at any time.  I would guess that there was an average of 4 guys photographing at any one time.  If each of the four are taking three pictures a minute then that would be 720 photos an hour or, after 12 hours, over 8,000 photos a day.  And so, even as I stared at the cock crashing in my throat, my mind's eye was seeing them taking pictures of my body from every conceivable angle, going over and over and over again.

OK, that's enough for now.  My nipples are stiff and my pussy is wet and, unfortunately, Maria and Mom are at the studio while I'm home.  Think I'll go find Zin. . .

Michelle

Michelle on the Receiving End

Hey everyone, it's Michelle back home from my 10 days with the BO10 (see my earlier posts if you don't know what that is).  And, yes, that's a photo of one of them busting a load into my anxious mouth.

I'm not going to write much because Maria is horny and ready to use my body to her pleasure and I certainly don't want to miss that!  She, Dana and Gail drove me back home, Dana and Gail in the front seat and Maria groping me as I told them about the wonderful week and showed them some of the pictures I had.  They all just had to see a couple of pictures of the guy I now call CC, well not of him but of the size of the cumshots he filled my mouth with.  He shot at least twice as much as any other guy there!

So you'll be seeing some of my pictures from the week over the next few weeks.  The first time I was with those guys I cried when I left them, it was that good.  I didn't this time.  Maybe because I'll be with them again in three weeks or maybe because I think we're all sure now that this is what I and those 10 men want.  Well, except they want to bring two more guys in April!

I'll write more and share more soon.

Michelle

 

Michell from Above Her

 Hey guys, it's Michelle again.  I don't have much time to write cause I'm about to go back out to have my body completely used by the BO10.  I thought you might want to see something other than cocks in my throat - though there is one in my throat in this photo it's obviously my tits that are taking center stage.  My head is laying off the edge of the bed making it easy to be throat fucked.  Most of the photos they've taken of my tits has had two guys latched onto my two tits and it's kinda hard to show that without showing too much of their faces.  My tits were probably free for 10 seconds and somebody managed to grab a photo.  Along with having a huge cock in my mouth I've also got one in my pussy missionary style - it's that guys hand on my left tit.  My left hand is holding the balls on the guy fucking my face while my right hand is helping to spread my pussy as the guy on top of me rams his monster cock inside me.

Now that it's Friday the sense of urgency is creeping back into us and talking is vanishing and the need to keep fucking drives us to our departure Sunday noon.  But the urgency isn't quite as bad as the first time we were together as we know we'll be doing this again in a few weeks.

And we know we'll keep doing this for years to come!

Little Oral Michelle

Sorry I haven't posted more about my (yeah, it's Michelle writing) 10 days with the BO10 but I've been so busy with them - as shown in the photo - and when not enjoying cock I've been so tired that I go right to sleep when we break.

The week has surpassed wonderful.  This photo sums it up pretty well.  I've got a big cock in each hand getting them ready for my mouth and throat when the one in my mouth is finishing blowing its load.  Look at the suction I'm applying as this monster fires a huge shot into my eager mouth.  I'm making sure I get every last drop out of it as I don't want to waste any.  And, WOW!, are these guys ever performing!  I guess I'm averaging between seven and eight loads from each one every day!  There's always hard ones available when one finishes.  And every drop goes down my throat.  Even they can't believe how hard they're getting and how full of cum they are so soon after shooting their load.  It's totally fucking awesome!

For this week, the guys supplied me with lots of sexy outfits to wear for them, complete with some really nice costume jewelry, shoes, and even some wigs and different perfumes.  I've added changing makeup and nail polish to add to the different looks.  I'm not as good as Mom in changing my personality to fit the wigs and outfits, but I can tell you the the redhead me is the most aggressive while the white haired me is the most passive but mature.  The blond is the most energetic while the brunette, my natural color, is the most me.

Last night we went at it until 4:00 am.  I laid down and slept for a few hours then woke up horny thinking about the previous day and the day ahead.  I'm going to try and get a bit more sleep now so I'll be ready and rested for the hot rest of the day!

As my Maria would say,

Ciao!

Joyous Urgency

 Just a quick post to let you guys know that I am now at a beach house owned by one of the BO8 + 2, arriving around 11:00 pm last night.  Everything is going incredibly good.  There was this wonderful, sweet sense of joyous urgency as soon as I arrived and it hasn't let up.  We went at it all night not stopping until 7:00 this morning.  I showered while they made breakfast and, after a meal filled with happy laughter we all went off to our respective bedrooms for several hours napping before we get going again after lunch.

One of the more common things any of us said last night was something like "I can't believe we have 9 days of this!"  And, of course, that was meant in the sexiest and most wonderful way possible.

I'll post more soon, but I really need some sleep.

Michelle

Best Friend and Cock Receptacle

Two closeup photos of cocks in my mouth from my February BO8 meeting plus an almost full shot of my bod reposted from last December.  I have put on a little weight since that last photo, but some of it has gone to my tits so it's not all bad.

I'll be leaving late this afternoon to meet them for 9 full days and a couple partial days.  The house where we're meeting is on the beach some 2½ hours drive from home.  The guys offered to send a limo for me but instead Michelle is going to drive me with Gail and Gina coming along.  We'll stop first at a hotel near the house and wait for a call from the guys (now BO8 + 2) which should be around 11;30 pm.  Michelle will then drop me off at the house then return to the hotel and stay the night with Gail and Gina (fuck, Gina should enjoy a night with those 2 big sets of tits!).  The three of them will drive back to the studio early Friday morning.

And then there'll be me and 10 hugely hung guys.  This time there will be no delays; it will mostly be about their cocks and cum and my mouth and throat.  Of course my mouth can only handle one cock at a time so my pussy, tits and legs will be always open to them as well as will my hands for cock stroking.  Every night while I'm with them the Agency requires a have a minimum of 9 hours consecutive alone to rest and I know the guys will honor that.  Since we're not getting together until near midnight the first night that rule won't hold and the last night we can go all night because I can rest the next day.

I am certainly full of excitement and expectations.  I talk to them frequently - usually at least once a day for each of them.  (They are free to call me anytime everyday.)  Lately I've been surprised about how much they've opened up to me.  Even though they were full of fun, laughter and passion that first week, they were also pretty damn secretive.  I know a lot more about them now as individuals though I've a sacred bond to each never to say a word about them to anyone, not even other members of the BO8 + 2.  It's almost as if I've become their emotional and sexual therapist as well as their best friend.

And their face fuck doll and oral cum receptacle when we're together.

Michelle

 

(PS: I will be posting some and answering some of your comments while I'm gone - I do have those nine hours off every day.)

In and Out of Michelle's Throat

One of the big long cocks from the BO8 starting its journey into my throat (top) and near the end of the journey (bottom).  When one of these big cocks goes deep I can hardly recognize myself - and I LOVE it!

Michelle

BO10

 This particular guy of the BO8 is probably the heaviest precummer of any guy I've ever been with, excluding Uncle Chris.  Before I put him in my mouth I took hold of his huge fat cock and squeezed it up and out several times, wiping the precum all over my face as it poured out.  Then I put the cock in my mouth and he slowly worked it down my throat - you can see the bulge in my throat as it worked its way down.

An update on the week I'm to spend with them beginning March 20.  I have a call with them as a group every evening though, of course, they can't all participate in every call.  During last night's call (there were 6 of them on the call) they informed me of a possible change in times for that week.  My heart sank a bit at first because I was worried they would somehow make it shorter since it was kind of a last minute arrangement, but rather they informed me that they had all cleared that Friday and Saturday before the 20th and could I meet them early Friday morning!  They said they would all get to the house we would be using Thursday night but it would be late.  I told them hell, no! I wouldn't come in Saturday night because I was showing up late Thursday when they got there.  They said it would be around 11:30 pm; I told them I would be there at 11:31 - not that I'm anxious or anything. . .

They then gave me another bit of awesome news.  They've had other guys wanting to join their group over the years but they didn't expand the BO8 to include any more because they didn't want to put too much pressure on the girls to handle so many guys.  "But," they told me, "we're pretty sure you can handle three times our number."  They had two other guys they wanted to invite.  I told them that as long as those two were as hung as the original eight and were at least have as nice then I was all for it.  And so, in a week, I'll be with the BO10 (Brotherhood of 10)!

Michelle

So Fucking Hard

 Here I (Michelle) am taking a big mouthful from one of the BO8.  It was such a big load that some of it ran our my mouth and down my chin.  It's OK - I retrieved it and swallowed it, too!

Mom says that men are at their strongest and yet also at their most vulnerable in the seconds before they cum.  Even though my excitement level was off the charts when I knew whoever's cock in my mouth was about to blow, I wanted to hear and remember what, if anything, they said.  There were lots of variations on the following exclamations: "You are so fucking hot!"  "You are so fucking good!"  "You're the best ever!"  "I have never been so fucking hard!"  That last one is my favorite I think.  And I can tell you, they were all "so fucking hard!"

That Down My Throat!

 Since all the photos I've posted so far of the week with the BO8 have had their huge cocks either in my mouth or in my pussy, you haven't gotten a clear view of the sizes I'm talking about - thus this photo of me sucking the balls as I stroke the cock.  I love how my one eye showing is gazing lovingly toward the cock head!  As I wrote earlier, 7 of the 8 cocks were around this size while the 8th one wasn't as thick but was longer.

As for what I was thinking as I sucked the balls, how about: "I can't wait to feel that down my throat!"

Michelle

Feeling the Inside of Me

 I know this photo of parts of me is poor as it was cropped from a larger poor quality photo, but I'm pretty sure you can tell it's a photo of one of the BO8's big cocks inside my little pussy.  I swear I thought I'd ever let someone take a photo like this of me in such a compromising position - my legs spread as wide as I could spread them, my pussy lips hugging a cock - but that week in late February changed my complete concept of sex - especially sex with men.  And now I'm showing something like this to you because I'm so proud of it and happy with the week it was made.  That, of course, is a corner of my face to the right of the cock and that's my right tit to the left being held up and back by one of the other 8 guys who is hidden behind the cock closeup and about to start sucking that nipple.  Believe me, since we didn't want to stage any photos and just get natural ones it's difficult to get some photos without showing more of them than I want to.

As I think I've said already, of the 1,400+ pictures I have of the week, I've counted roughly 900 that focus primarily on cocks either in my mouth or hands or balls in my mouth (mostly cocks in my mouth).  Of the other 500 or so I would say they're roughly split evenly between pics of them sucking my tits, pics of them licking or massaging my clit, pics - like this one - of them fucking me (including them fucking my tits), or pics that I would put as miscellaneous.  At the beginning of the week I did ask them to focus mostly on them fucking my mouth but as the week got more and more wonderful I know I wanted more and in particular more of their cocks inside me.  It's going to be difficult to show you many photos of them sucking my tits or eating me out because I agreed not to show any of their faces, but I've got quite a few photos like this one I can post if you guys are interested!

Michelle

The Four Gifts

 To break away for one post from the more heartfelt writing of my week with the Brotherhood of Eight (or BO8 as I'm going to call them for lack of anything better) to give just a bit more information. . .

These eight guys had three factual things in common: (1) They were all from either the US or Canada; (2) They all had to be very wealthy [a bit more on that later]; (3) They all had huge cocks, both in length and girth.  (The only one who wasn't huge in girth was the one in the February 22 post though his cock got fatter as it went down the shaft and it was the longest of the 8.)  Some things I can't say are facts in truth but are facts to me are that they were incredibly sweet to me; that they put me on a pedestal so high I couldn't see the bottom; that they were lots of fun to be around; and that sexually they were respectful while being gently forceful, if that makes sense.  And maybe one last thing just to complete the set, I'd put their ages from early to mid 30's to maybe mid 60's.  Personally, I know very little about them - they didn't tell me and I didn't ask, but, God, do they know everything about me!  My words, thoughts, and body were an open book to them all that week - and by phone and text still are.  No question they asked went truthfully unanswered.  What they saw is what they got, literally!

I know what some of you noticed about this photo and that's reasonable and OK.  But here's an interesting question: if BBW stands for a Big Beautiful Woman why can't BBC stand for a Big Beautiful Cock?  (By the way, the guy standing behind the cock had just busted his load in my mouth and here he's holding my head, gently but firmly, so the other guy's monster cock can work it's way into my throat.)

Now back to the wealthy statement.  For my "services," even though half of what they paid went to the Agency and half to me it was still many times over the biggest payday I'd ever had (other than when Maria and I sold our shares in the studio to the Agency).  I enjoyed the week so much that I told them they didn't need to pay me my share but, of course, they were under contract to the Agency to send in the agreed upon amount (they paid 25% up front and 75% after).  When I suggested that maybe next time they wouldn't need to pay me they reminded me that it was through the Agency we got together in the first place and that they were obligated to keep it that way.  "Besides," they assured me, "we can afford it."

Then, yesterday, four things happened, each, to me, all wonderful.  The first was simple: a delivery of 8 roses all of different color with a short but awesome note: "We'll never forget a very amazing time with a very beautiful and sexy woman.  We can't wait to be with you again!"  A little later in the morning I got a text from one of the guys asking whether I was at home or at the studio - I was at the studio at the time.  A courier showed up at the studio a half hour later with a heavy box for me.  Was I ever shocked when I opened it!  Inside the box was a cooler and once I moved the cold packs off the top there I found eight pint jars each at least half full - OF CUM!  Those crazy, powerful men had each jacked off enough to send me between a cup and a pint of cum each!  There was a nonsensical word written on each sealed jar.  These guys are spread all over North America so how eight jars of cum got in one place and in one cooler and to me in just over a week is a mystery I'd just as soon never know the answer to.  Within minutes of opening it I started getting texts from the BO8 which, to summarize, went something like "To keep us fresh in your memory and taste buds!  And to play a game: which jar belongs to whom?"  More on that, too.  The third thing was a real shock: Late in the day I got a call from our VP Elaine asking me to check my account balance.  It's not unusual to receive sizable tips from guys we, ummm, service but when I looked I was stunned; those idiots had tipped me 4 times what they paid me!  It was like becoming independently wealthy overnight!  I immediately sent them a group text telling them they were all idiots, though it took me awhile to type it because I couldn't see my screen through all the tears of wonder and happiness and thankfulness.

Then the fourth gift: last night I ended up on a conference call with them to think them; for my part it was to think them again for the thousandth time for the week and then for my gifts, but they added an additional agenda item.  As you may recall, the initial contract was for me to get with them every six months for five years.  Early the week we were together things were already going so good and we were so comfortable with each other we decided to do it every three months.  Later in the week, they thought maybe we could do it every two months.  Before I left I asked couldn't we do it once a month.  They said they had lots of obligations to tend to and once a month simple wasn't possible even though they would love it.  On the conference call last night they told me they had moved a few mountains and could I meet them - all eight of them! - here in Florida where one of them has a home a couple hours drive from here!  I probably said (screamed really) "YES!" about a hundred times before they calmed me down.  It will be the week of March 20th.  And we're still on for April!

Now back to the second gift - the cooler of jars.  During our nighttime conference call they asked me if I had tasted them yet; I had as soon as I could after I got them.  I wasn't surprised when I scored a 100 on the eight jars by matching the nonsense word with their names.  (By the way, I know them only by names I gave them - I don't know their real names.)  I suggested they find a harder test for me as I had sworn during that week I would remember everything I could and the taste of their cum was top of the list.  I then told them Mom was jealous of my jars and would they mind if I gave her a similar test: I would give her a taste of each jar, blindfold her, and give her another taste to see if she could match them.  Of course they were OK with it so I called Mom into the room and put us on video.  I was already topless; Mom had on one of those tiny white sleeveless t-shirts and her tits looked gigantic.  I asked them if they would like to see her tits - I had enough confidence in myself to go that route - which, of course, they did and you could hear a collective "oh my fucking -" (insert a noun) when they saw her chest.  So anyway I gave Mom a tablespoon full of each jar, blindfolded her, shuffled the jars, and gave her a teaspoon full of each.  I had no doubt she would score 100 and she did, to the guys' amazement.  I told her she couldn't have any more - the rest was mine!  She said good-bye and left us and I finished the call with "I can't wait until the 20th!"

Well, damn, I didn't mean to write this much.  I hope you enjoyed it.  Will get back to more feelings of the heart, and body, in my next post.

Michelle