Four Cocks for Lesya — First Time

Lesya sat on the wide bed in the dim hotel room in St. Petersburg. Wet snow was falling outside the window, streetlights smearing yellow blotches across the wet asphalt. She turned on the camera on its tripod, took a sip of cold champagne, and ran her fingers over her already soaking wet pussy.

"Hey there, my good boy..." she began hoarsely, staring straight into the lens. "Tonight I decided to tell you about that very first time. I already came up with the title: 'Four Cocks for Lesya — First Time.' Sounds good, right?"

She leaned back into the pillows, spread her long legs wider, and slowly pushed two fingers inside herself. Her eyes went glassy instantly.

"I was twenty-one then. Junior year. I was dating Misha... He was so sweet until he got drunk. That night we went to a new sauna near campus. Misha, me, his friends Lena and Sasha. The guys loaded up on beer, crawfish, expensive vodka. It all started so innocently..."

Lesya sped up her fingers, her breathing quickening.

"We were in the steam room, laughing our asses off. Then two more guys showed up — Kolya and Vova, Misha's friends. Misha passed out fast in the lounge. And Lena slipped something into my drink... I figured it out later — a strong aphrodisiac. Within ten minutes I was on fire. My skin was so sensitive that even the air felt too hot."

She moaned at the memory.

"It all started in the steam room. Sasha was the first to get behind me, pressed me against the hot wooden benches and slammed into me from behind. I didn't even have time to say anything... just gasped: 'Oh, fuck... deeper...'"

"Deeper?" he'd asked, grabbing my hair.

"Yeah... harder," I breathed out.

Kolya was in front of me right away. His thick cock was already rock hard. I opened my mouth and he shoved in balls deep. I started choking, tears streaming, but I loved it so much... Vova and Sasha took turns with me against the wall, then by the pool. They bent me over the cold tiles, one fucking my pussy, one in my mouth, a third rubbing my clit with his fingers while I trembled.

On the bed, Lesya was already fucking herself with three fingers, the champagne forgotten on the nightstand.

"Then they laid me out on the massage table by the pool. Four cocks around my face... I took them in my mouth one by one, doing my best. They held my head, throat-fucked me, drool running down my chin and chest. Someone was always inside me — either my pussy or my ass. I came over and over, legs shaking, screaming, but they didn't stop. I remember Vova coming on my tongue, and Kolya right after — all over my face. I was covered in cum, dripping wet, so fucking happy... I begged for more. I wanted to be used completely."

She arched sharply, fingers moving faster.

"That's when I realized what I really was. A cumslut. A whore who loves it when there are too many hands, too many cocks, when she's fucked hard and nonstop..."

Lesya came with a quiet whimper, her body bowing off the bed. When the trembling passed, she wiped her fingers on the sheet, grabbed her phone, and sent the video to her husband.

A minute later, Zhenya called.

"Hey, my dirty girl..." her husband's voice was shaking with arousal. "I just watched it. Did you seriously take four guys at once back then?.."

"Yeah, baby," Lesya purred, smiling. "And I loved every second of it. Now listen carefully. Don't hang up. Drop your pants, get on your knees in the middle of the room. Face down, ass up. Yeah, just like that — humiliating. Take your tiny cock in two fingers... yeah, exactly the way I like it. And jerk off. Fast. I want to hear you slapping your balls."

"Les... are you serious?" he whispered, but she could already hear him getting on his knees.

"I said what I said. Jerk that pathetic little dick and listen to me. Picture them fucking me back then... me swallowing four cocks in a row. And you're going to come in that position like the pathetic bitch you are. Go on, faster... I can hear you breathing. Come for me, cuckold. Now. Come!"

A long, drawn-out moan came through the phone. Lesya smiled, took a sip of champagne, and added softly:

"Good boy... Now lick it all up off the floor. I'll be over in the morning to check."

Outside, the snow kept falling. The room smelled of champagne, arousal, and a new, even more twisted chapter of their marriage.