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The plane gained altitude. The hum of the turbines grew quieter.
The woman next to me opened her iPad and began looking at photos. Of men. With bare torsos. Not immediately, but I noticed that not only the torsos were bare! Whoa!... The lady was clearly sorting the guys — some to the left, others to the right, and some straight into the trash...
I lost my vigilance, having stuck my nose too obviously into her business, and my neighbor brought me back to reality:
— Are you gay? Are you attracted to naked men?
— I'm attracted to a mystery, — I parried the jab. — You're sorting them so businesslike! The ones with shaved genitals into one pile, the hairy ones into another... Are they strippers,
perhaps?
— What will you have to drink: whiskey, cognac, champagne? — the flight attendant intervened in the conversation. Inopportunely. My neighbor's manipulations — clearly a successful businesswoman — had intrigued me.
My neighbor wanted whiskey, and I chose cognac. It turned out, in business class they serve a decent Courvoisier!
— So, if it's not a secret, what is your business? — I had a gut feeling I was about to hear something extraordinary.
My neighbor gave me an appraising look. Honestly, there wasn't a drop of doubt in her gaze. It was professionalism!
— Well, if my epic won't shock you... Do you really want to know? I'll tell you.
... This story began in ninety-eight. The crisis hit, my beauty salon business went sideways, and on top of that, I split with my husband. In short, one thing after another...
I was driving home after an unpleasant meeting with a creditor. Angry, hungry — he didn't even offer me coffee, the bastard — and with a headache. I was used to regular sex, and two months of celibacy after splitting with my jerk of a husband had turned me into an unsatisfied female with a constant headache. He might have been a scoundrel, my husband, but he was a hell of a lover! After our crazy fucking, I couldn't come to my senses for a good couple of hours and moved around on trembling, buckling legs!
My neighbor looked into my eyes, gauging my reaction, and continued.
... In such a disheveled state, you shouldn't get behind the wheel... Turning right, I missed the danger and caught two guys on my hood at once! A car accident was the last thing I needed!
— I'm sorry, of course, — I began my excuse to the figures rising from the brown snowy slush, — but you yourselves... Are you okay?..
The men, no, young guys were brushing the road slush off their ruined clothes and glancing sideways at my Mercedes. The Merc was unharmed, the guys also seemed to have gotten off with bruises at most. However, onlookers were gathering... Dealing with the traffic police was the last thing I needed, and I said:
— Gentlemen, can I somehow make it up to you? Get in the car, I'm ready to do anything within my power for you! Please!
They hesitated, then got in. With a sigh of relief, I hit the gas and quickly left the scene of the accident...
— You're not too hurt? — I looked in the mirror at the men. — Forgive my inattention, for God's sake! But I'm in such a state...
— We're fine... It's the jacket I'm sorry about! Bought it a week ago... — one sighed regretfully.
— And the pants are ruined, — added his friend in a knitted cap. — They're new too, damn it... We got our pay for three months, so Sanya and I treated ourselves. Who knows when they'll pay next...
— If you'll allow me, gentlemen, I'll compensate you for your expenses, — I promised, already understanding that there would likely be no trouble from hitting the pedestrians. — Sanya is Semyon? My name is Yana.
— No, I'm Arseny, — the blond clarified. — And he's Ivan.
— Are you military, guys? How's the service?
— Let's not talk about sad things, Yana. The service is so-so, but life, sorry to say, is shitty...
I stopped the car by the entrance.
— Come up to my place? We'll get your things in order. If you don't mind, we'll have dinner. And here, — I handed the guys some money, — so you don't think I'm all talk. This is compensation for the material damage...
— We're officers, actually... — hesitating, Ivan took the bills.
"Aha, hussars don't take money... Looks like you really are... living shitty!", I thought and asked:
— So, do you accept the invitation?
At home, it turned out the officers had downplayed their losses. Sanya's jacket was soaked through with dirty slush, the right sleeve was hanging by a thread, and the jeans were like a floor rag. Ivan's wet pants were adorned with a decent hole along the inner seam, through which his crotch was visible...
— Well, where can you go like that? Were you going somewhere? Do you have anything urgent? — it was already clear to me the military men had nothing pressing, but out of politeness I had to ask. And I liked the guys.
So what? After two months of abstinence, it wasn't hard to get me interested...
— We were going to the barracks... To eat rations and sleep. With our income, you can't exactly live it up... — Ivan finally took off his cap and smoothed his dark blond hair. He was shorter than Sanya, but stockier. But Arseny was a brown-eyed blond!
A sinful thought flashed through my mind: what's he like in bed? And Ivan?... And then I felt with amazement that my panties were rapidly getting wet: I was flowing like the worst nymphomaniac!
In short, there was no turning back for me! I insisted the guys stay. At least until their clothes dried. Going out wet in the frost — bad for your health!
— Here are robes for you, — I took out two sealed packages with new robes from my ex-husband. He had this quirk — couldn't walk past them in a store. — While your... what's it called... uniforms dry! The bathroom is here, — I pointed my finger at the guest bathroom door.
Dinner with two half-naked men turned out to be sheer torture for me. I couldn't taste the food or wine, my thoughts revolved around how these two would fuck me!
— Yes! Fuck me, not have sex with me! — my neighbor looked me challengingly in the eyes. — That's how turned on I was!
... I had to leave the table twice to change my soaked panties. Then I gave up and stayed sitting in the wet ones...
The guests, fortunately, turned out to be without complexes and not blind at all. They took my condition to heart.
And voila! I'm on my knees, wearing nothing but stockings, and in front of my face are the glossy red heads of tense cocks! O-oh, holding TWO dicks at once — that had never happened to me before! They took turns occupying my mouth — so similar and so different! Straight and thinner — Ivan's organ, a hefty, slightly curved-to-the-left club — that was Arseny's tool. And suddenly this wonderful tool starts twitching in my mouth and fills it with cum...
Yana smirked:
— Would you believe it! I'm remembering moments that flashed by eighteen years ago, and the seat under me is wet...
— And my jeans are about to burst! — I confessed to my now-frank neighbor. She wagged her finger:
— Don't even hope!
— Well, what then?
... And then there was a magical evening. Two months of abstinence demanded adequate compensation. And I got it.
The second orgasm proceeded to the accompaniment of Ivan's moans. He was storming my starved pussy so fiercely that I couldn't stay on my weakening knees and fell onto my stomach, writhing in a paroxysm of pleasure. When it eased a bit and I could perceive reality again, I discovered that Sanya had had a sudden erection...
The fancy turn of phrase made me laugh.
— Yana, you're quite the writer! Haven't you tried publishing on "proza.ru"? Honestly, it would be a hit!
— Don't interrupt, or I'll get offended!
— Are you really so cruel as to stop at the most interesting part? — I placed my palm on her hand. She didn't remove her hand...
... And the blond, without delay, inserted his impressive tackle, carefully turning me onto my back. My legs, of course, ended up on the broad officer's shoulders...
— Good thing we're not tankers! — Ivan laughed.
To my surprised look came a comment:
— The stockings won't tear... on the tank... epaulettes. It's a joke...
Sanya started moving, and I realized that until that moment I had never dealt with a big cock. My first boy, my husband, and today's Vanya — three men with, as it turned out, far from outstanding dimensions — that was my entire sexual experience...
"A huge dick, just fucking huge!" — spun in my head, — "what if it tears something down there?"
But nothing tore. On the contrary, the new sensations were pleasant. The third orgasm didn't keep me waiting. It was a new, long, and deep pleasure, enhanced by the caresses of Vanya's tongue wandering over my breasts.
Yana moved her hand. I released it. The woman's palm hung in the air for a moment and covered the bulge on my left thigh!
— Wow! You've nurtured quite an impressive piece of equipment! — Yana exhaled approvingly...
And again the flight attendant interrupted our communication, this time offering the lunch menu.
After lunch on the plane, piercing the darkness of night, silence fell.
— Yana, what happened next?
... Next, we moved to the bed...
I made wonderful discoveries! It turns out there's an incomparable, sharpest pleasure when you're being fucked and someone is simultaneously caressing your clit with their tongue! And also — when they cum inside you from both sides at once, I mean in your mouth and in your pussy!
In short, I fell asleep around two. And I really liked that! Because before that, I'd fall asleep at best around one...
... I was awakened by an insistent ringing. When I managed to open my eyes, the phone was jumping with impatience!
— Yanka, you bitch, are you still sleeping? Do you know what time it is? I'm standing here like a fool by the entrance, your cell is off! — it was my friend and business partner who'd come by for me. We were supposed to go to the gym at ten in the morning.
— Oh, Katyush, there's something better in the world than the gym... — I breathed into the receiver.
— Yanka, did you really find a man? Okay, open up! I'm coming up! — Katya declared in a tone that brooked no argument. She has a nose for men and lots of connections. More than once she'd offered help in overcoming sexual abstinence, but I'd refused.
Imagining Katka's eyes when she'd discover two men at once, I ran to the door with enthusiasm.
— Well, you're something else, Yanka! — Katya pounced from the threshold. — You could at least put something on! It's scary to look at your bush, all the curls are matted!
— So wha-a-at! — I stretched sweetly, arching. — I just feel good! I've never given it up like that before!
Katya looked at me carefully.
— Looks like you really burned it up last night, friend... Bro