Almost two weeks I was on a business trip in a nearby city. Had to live in the most inexpensive hotel, with a minimum of comfort, in addition to the next room, a couple in love stopped, which, as luck would have it, every night made very loud love. I tried to plug my ears, cover myself with a pillow, but nothing helped - the noise was just awful.

In such a situation, any normal person would have long gone to the neighbors and asked not to make noise. But I was too soft for this, and therefore I tolerated it. I complained to the administration and asked to be moved to another room, of course, I also could not - suddenly, because of me, would the couple get in trouble?

Every day there were mandatory conferences and seminars, at the last of which I went absolutely without any understanding. Two weeks of lack of sleep almost turned me off from reality. Huge bruises under my eyes and a staggering gait became my constant companions, other guests probably took me for an alcoholic or a drug addict.

And when, on the fourth day, I almost had the courage to go to the neighbors and stop this orgy, the culprits of my two-week nightmare caught my eye. The lovers looked incredibly obsessed with each other. She is a cute miniature blonde with huge eyes and long legs in mini shorts, he is a tall guy with glasses. To kiss, the girl had to stand on tiptoe. Her beloved during the kiss gave free rein to the hands, with might and main by us appetizing girl's ass.

They clung to each other right in the corridor, not far from the door of their room. I walked past without making a sound, and then quietly slipped into my room and collapsed onto the sofa. It was about six in the evening. Maybe you can fall asleep?

But no ... Literally in a couple of minutes, characteristic sounds came from the next room. The girl screamed loudly, not nearly holding back. I heard her moans and rhythmic knocking, and I could only guess - is the headboard knocking on the wall, or did her partner enter into rage so much that the blond head of the nymphet herself beats into the wall?

Recalling nymphets, I switched to Vika and Marina. I have not seen them for almost three days, and the offer to go on a business trip was so unexpected (the employee who was supposed to go instead of me, fell ill, I could not refuse) that we did not even have time to discuss it. The most absurd that I did not have the phone numbers of either Anatoly Stanislavovich or his daughters, despite the fact that we regularly had sex with girls. It was wild, but nevertheless everything was exactly that.

Perhaps this was due to the fact that neither I nor the girls considered our communication to be some sort of romantic relationship. We did not go on dates, I did not confess love to them (and it would be strange to confess to love both at the same time), Vika and Marina kept asking me about my personal life and were perfectly aware that I was practically unable to communicate with the opposite sex - blush, turn pale and faint.

But why, in that case, I could not only talk to Vika and Marina, but at any moment without any embarrassment throw out my dick right in front of their faces over their plump lips, and they, in turn, took it for granted? Why?!

I was tormented by this question, while an entire sound performance was played out behind the wall - the girl first begged to stop, then on the contrary shouted “Faster, faster!”, And then she could only moan inaudibly. And in my head continued to crawl various thoughts.

I remembered that the daughters of Anatoly Stanislavovich and himself during our evening get-togethers talked about the mother of the family.Could it be that all this behavior of girls, including sex with their own father, is due to the fact that their mother left the family when Marina was four years old and Vika was five? Is it possible that they still had a child psychological trauma that already in adolescence led to fear of relationships with other boys?

And with me, the girls were not afraid not only to communicate, but also to have sex for one reason - in my eyes I certainly was not the object of romantic feelings or dreams. In fact, Vika and Marina just used me as a source of sexual pleasure, they needed me for a change, or something.

In addition, the girls' dad worked from morning to evening, my working day was shorter - which means that my penis could be used when Anatoly Stanislavovich was in the service. Honestly, this thought cut me off. It was unpleasant to suddenly think that you are being used. No, to some extent it could be called friendship sex, but how can you be friends without even exchanging phone numbers? In addition, until the girls came to me at one beautiful moment to invite me for tea, there was no friendship between us and it did not smell.

But, if they only need me to dilute sex with dad, then how can we explain the fact that we often made love for four of us, or rather, divided into pairs? For example, I sat on the edge of the couch, and Marisha gave me a blowjob, standing on her knees beside the bed, while Anatoly Stanislavovich had classic sex with my eldest daughter behind my back, while I felt her hot breath on my shoulders. Sometimes at the time of Vika’s climax, she put her little palms in my hands, and I squeezed them, as if not letting the girl break out of her father’s arms.

In addition, it was difficult to inscribe in my theory one attempt at threesome with Marina and Anatoly Stanislavovich, and a trip to the lake, and exits to the park for walks and to the movies, a wonderful blowjob on the bus ... It seemed to ease from the heart. And yet, the sediment from these thoughts remained.

Meanwhile, the screams behind the wall had ceased. “Have you really fallen asleep?” I thought hopefully. Closing my eyes, I fell asleep. But it did not last long - desperate girl moans behind the wall pulled me out of sleep, as if by hooking at the scruff of the hook of a construction crane. At first I didn’t even understand what had happened, I thought that I was still having a nightmare, but something about the stained ceiling of the hotel room and the sheets smelling of dampness made me believe in the reality of what was happening.

Lovers behind the wall were not going to calm down - the girl screamed louder and louder. I looked at my watch - half past midnight. Sleep was only about four hours. I closed my eyes again and tried to distract myself, but the wild screams in the next room hit me like a hammer on the head. Soundproofing in this hotel was completely absent.

Not surprisingly, after two weeks without sleep, I became terribly irritable. Surprisingly, the couple made love all night long when I was in the next room. When I went down to the first floor for the last time, I found out with disappointment that the lovers were also moving out - they were standing with suitcases and chatting nicely about something at the front desk. I even had a thought that they tried so hard on purpose, knowing that they were not letting their neighbor to sleep. However, in fact, hardly a couple even guessed about my existence.

I slept all the way back in the train, the conductor woke me up. Going out on the platform, I looked into the overcast sky. Damn, how bad was my soul. I was constantly thinking about my theory, and inside it was like cats scrubbing. Why haven't the girls exchanged phone numbers with me? Did they miss, did they miss you, did they remember me at least once?

Returning home early in the morning and taking a shower, I decided to first look to my beautiful girlfriends (and what about my girlfriends?) Without much hope, I pressed the door bell button opposite. It was a day off, the girls could easily leave with dad on nature or somewhere else.

But almost immediately I heard the light girlish footsteps outside the door. The door opened Marisha. No matter how trite it sounds, my heart literally jumped out of my chest when I saw the joyous expression on her face and heard a cry:

- Hooray, Arkasha is back!

The girl stretched her arms forward, we hugged like friends. And then they kissed, already not at all friendly. And then Marinochka already completely left the “friend-zone” - she knelt down right here in the corridor, without even putting something soft under her knees and opened her mouth. And then she raised her head and looked with her big blue eyes right at me. And stuck out her tongue.

- Marina, who is there? You are walking?! Ice cream is melting! - Vick shouted from somewhere in the depths of the apartment.

“I’ll come to my attention ...” Marisha mumbled, slumping on my cock. It took me even half a minute. Almost two or three movements of the head of the girl, my dick tensed, and not the fourth time I could not stand it and erupted into a sweetly lowing baby mouth. The girl held my cock a little bit behind her cheek, making a squishing sound a couple of times, swallowing nectar. A thin trickle ran down her chin.

And then the girl got up on her feet, revealing her reddened knees to me, smiled and dragged me by the hand to the kitchen, where Vika and Dad were savoring ice cream.