Three Liters of Cum for Lexi in Yalta

I switched on the camera in the bedroom, smoothed my hair, and smiled into the lens the way only I can—a little cocky, a little guilty.

"Hey, Johnny... It's your favorite video diary. Today I'm in Yalta. And yes, husband, I already have the title: 'Three Liters of Cum for Lexi in Yalta.' Sounds good, right?"

I ran my palm over my stomach, as if I could already feel what it would look like in a couple of hours.

"Lara called half an hour ago. She only said: 'Big bus, full of men, three liters, and live online.' I didn't even ask for details. I just put on this black floor-length dress you love so much, lace stockings, thin panties... Checked my landing strip—all neat. And now I'm behind the wheel of the G-Wagon, flying down the Sevastopol–Yalta highway. My heart is pounding, and I'm already wet between my legs. You know I never say 'no.'"

When I parked near the old pier, it was already dark. Lara was waiting for me by a huge white bus with tinted windows. On the side, in bold letters: "PRIVATE TOUR." She hugged me, kissed me on the lips, and bit my bottom one.

"My best little slut has arrived," she whispered in my ear. "Tonight's going to be rough, Lexi. Twenty-eight guys. All vetted, all clean. Cameras everywhere. Your Johnny's already in the chat, watching the live feed. I promised him that by morning you'd be literally swimming in cum."

I swallowed. Even for me, this was... a lot.

"Three liters?" I asked quietly.

"Minimum. And all of it goes into you, babe. In your mouth, your pussy, your ass. Wherever they want. You're my little nympho."

Inside the bus, it smelled of expensive cologne, leather, and a hint of rising heat. The seats were removed, replaced by a big soft mattress on the floor, mirrors on the ceiling, several mounted cameras, and a large screen showing the pay-per-view chat. I spotted the username "CuckoldJohnny" and a message: "Love you, slut. Cum for me."

Lara clapped her hands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's begin! Lexi, take off the dress. Slowly."

I stood in the center. My fingers trembled as I slid the thin straps off my shoulders. The dress pooled at my feet in a rustling black puddle. Underneath—only a black lace bra, panties, and stockings. The men around me were already unbuckling their belts. There were so many of them. So many.

"Fuck, she's gorgeous..." someone breathed out.

The first to approach was a tall brunet with a thick, fully hard cock. I dropped to my knees right there. The camera zoomed in.

"Tell your husband what's about to happen," Lara commanded.

I looked into the lens she was holding.

"Johnny... I'm about to start sucking. A lot. Deep. And I'm going to swallow until they tell me to stop..."

I wrapped my lips around the hot shaft. He was thick, pulsing. I took him deep immediately, all the way to the back of my throat. The guy groaned and grabbed my hair.

"Oh, fuck... what a throat..."

I worked my mouth hungrily, saliva running down my chin, dripping onto my tits. A second guy moved in beside me, rubbing his cock against my cheek. I turned my head and took both of them at once, as deep as I could. My cheeks bulged, my eyes watered.

"That's it, Lexi," Lara moaned, filming in close-up. "Show them what a fucking machine you are."

Ten minutes in, the first one came. Right in my mouth—thick, hot, generous. I didn't swallow right away. I opened my mouth, showed the camera my cum-filled mouth, then slowly swallowed to loud, approving cheers.

"First load accepted," Lara laughed. "About two point nine liters to go."

They picked me up and laid me on the mattress. My panties were ripped off. My legs were spread wide. The first thick cock slammed into me, all the way to the hilt. I arched my back and moaned loudly:

"Aaah... fuck... so big..."

"Fuck her harder," Lara commanded. "Let Johnny see his wife's pussy getting stretched."

The guy pounded me deep, his balls slapping against my wet ass. Two others stood nearby, jerking off while watching me. I grabbed their cocks and started stroking them furiously.

"Come on... cum on me... or in me... I don't care... I want it all..."

The first one inside me growled and unloaded a long, hot stream. I felt the cum filling me up from the inside. He pulled out, and the next guy immediately took his place. Then another. They fucked me without a break, switching positions. Doggy style, cowgirl, then two at once—one in my pussy, one in my mouth.

"Deeper... fucking deeper, bitch!" the one throat-fucking me growled.

I choked but didn't pull away. Saliva, cum, tears—all of it mixed on my face. Lara leaned down and whispered in my ear:

"Almost a liter already, gorgeous. Your Johnny says he's cum twice just watching you. Keep going."

They flipped me onto my back and raised my legs. Two guys entered me at the same time—one in my pussy, the other slowly but insistently in my ass. I screamed from the fullness.

"Ohhh fuckkk... I'm wrecked... I'm being fucked in both holes..."

"Tell your husband you're the bus's slut now," Lara ordered, bringing the camera to my face.

"Johnny... I... I'm the bus's whore... two guys are fucking me at once... and I'm cumming... I'm already cumming, fuck!"

The orgasm hit me like a wave, my body shaking, my pussy and ass clenching around two thick cocks. Both of them came inside me almost simultaneously. I felt the cum shooting in powerful spurts, filling me to the brim. When they pulled out, thick white rivers flowed from both my holes.

But that was just the beginning.

The next two hours turned into a blur of bodies, moans, curses, and cum. They put me on all fours, sat me on top, made me suck three at once. I swallowed, choked, begged for more. Every so often, Lara held a measuring cup under my pussy and poured out what leaked.

"Already two liters and change," she announced at one point. "Just a little more, girl. You've got this."

I was barely coherent by then. My whole body was covered in cum—on my face, my tits, in my hair, inside me. The dress lay crumpled in the corner, my stockings torn. I lay on my back, legs spread wide, while the last three guys took turns unloading into my open pussy.

"Come on... pour it all out... fill me up... I want three liters..." I whispered in a hoarse voice.

The last one, the biggest, pushed into me especially deep. I felt his cock pulse, and another wave of hot cum shot straight into my cervix. My eyes rolled back, and I came one final time—hard, squirting a mix of my own fluid and their cum.

When it was all over, Lara crouched beside me and stroked my stomach, slick with sweat and cum.

"Three liters and a hundred twenty milliliters," she said into the camera. "Lexi, you're fucking incredible."

I turned my head toward the lens. Swollen lips, wrecked voice.

"Johnny... I did it. Covered in cum... inside and out. When I get home, I'll show you how it's still leaking out of me... Love you, my cuckold."

Lara switched off the camera. I closed my eyes and smiled. The bus smelled of sex, cum, and victory.

I did it.