The Happy Father - Return of Arasha

I was on a business trip in a neighboring city for almost two weeks. I had to live in the most inexpensive hotel, with a minimum of comfort, in addition, a couple in love stayed in the next room, who, as luck would have it, made love very loudly every night. I tried to plug my ears and cover myself with a pillow, but nothing helped - the noise was simply terrible.

In such a situation, any normal person would have long ago gone to the neighbors and asked them not to make noise. But I was too soft-bodied for this and therefore endured it. Of course, I also couldn't complain to the administration and ask to be moved to another room - what if the couple got into trouble because of me?

Every day there were obligatory conferences and seminars, the last of which I went to with absolutely no idea. 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 mistook me for an alcoholic or drug addict.

And when on the fourth day I almost plucked up the courage to go to the neighbors and stop this bacchanalia, the culprits of my two-week nightmare caught my eye. The lovers looked incredibly absorbed in each other. She is a cute petite 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 lover gave free rein to his hands during the kiss, squeezing the delicious girl's ass with all his might.

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

But no... Just a couple of minutes later, characteristic sounds were heard again from the next room. The girl screamed loudly, not holding back at all. I heard her moans and rhythmic knocking, and I could only guess - was it the headboard knocking against the wall, or was her partner so enraged that the blond head of the nymphet herself was hitting the wall?

Remembering the nymphets, I switched to Vika and Marina. I hadn't 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 in my place got sick, I couldn't refuse) that we didn't even have time to discuss it. The most absurd thing is that I did not have the phone numbers of either Anatoly Stanislavovich or his daughters, despite the fact that the girls and I regularly had sex. It was wild, but nevertheless everything was exactly like that.

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

But why, in this case, could I not only talk with Vika and Marina, but at any moment, without any embarrassment, stick my penis out right in front of their faces and move it along their plump lips, and they, in turn, took it for granted? Why?!

I was tormented by this question while a whole sound performance was playing out behind the wall - the girl first begged to stop, then on the contrary shouted "Faster, faster!", and then could only mumble inarticulately. And different thoughts kept popping into my head.

I remembered that Anatoly Stanislavovich's daughters and he himself talked about the mother of the family during our evening gatherings. Could it be that all this behavior of the girls, including sex with their own father, is connected with the fact that their mother left the family when Marina was four years old and Vika was five? Is it possible that even then they experienced childhood psychological trauma, which already in adolescence led to a fear of relationships with strangers?

And the girls were not afraid not only to communicate with me, but also to have sex for one reason - in their eyes, I certainly was not an object of romantic experiences or dreams. In fact, Vika and Marina simply 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 at work. To be honest, this thought cut me short. It was unpleasant to suddenly think that you were being used. No, to some extent it could be called friendship sex, but is it really possible to be friends without even exchanging phone numbers? In addition, until the girls came to me one fine moment to invite me for tea, there was no smell of any friendship between us.

But, if they only need me to spice up sex with dad, then how can they explain the fact that the four of us often made love, or rather, split into couples? For example, I sat on the edge of the sofa, and Marisha gave me a blowjob, kneeling next to the bed, while Anatoly Stanislavovich was having classic sex with his eldest daughter behind me, while I felt her hot breath on my shoulders. Sometimes, at the moment of climax, Vika put her small palms in my hands, and I squeezed them, as if not allowing the girl to escape from her father's embrace.

In addition, it was difficult to fit into my theory one attempt at a threesome with Marina and Anatoly Stanislavovich, and a trip to the lake, and going out to the park for walks and to the cinema, a wonderful blowjob on the bus... My heart seemed to be relieved. And yet, a residue from these thoughts remained.

Meanwhile, the screams behind the wall stopped. "Did you really fall asleep?" -- I thought hopefully. I immediately closed my eyes and fell asleep. But it didn't last long - desperate girlish moans behind the wall pulled me out of sleep, as if hooking me by the scruff of the neck on a construction crane hook. At first I didn't even understand what had happened, I thought that I was still having a nightmare, but the somehow stained ceiling of the hotel room and the sheets that smelled of damp made me believe that what was happening was real.

The lovers behind the wall were not going to calm down - the girl was screaming louder. I looked at the clock - half past midnight. I only managed to sleep for 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 my head. There was no soundproofing at all in this hotel.

It's no wonder that after two weeks of no 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 was annoyed to discover that the lovers were also moving out - they were standing with suitcases and having a pleasant conversation about something at the reception desk. The thought even flashed through my mind that they tried so hard on purpose, knowing that they were preventing their neighbor from sleeping. However, in fact, it's unlikely that the couple even knew about my existence.

I slept the whole way back on the train and the conductor woke me up. Walking out onto the platform, I looked into the cloudy sky. Damn, how bad my soul was. I constantly thought about my theory, but inside it was like cats were scratching. Why didn't the girls exchange phone numbers with me? Did they miss you, what did they miss, did they remember me at least once?

Having returned home early in the morning and taken a shower, I decided to first of all look at my beautiful girlfriends (or were they girlfriends?) Without much hope, I pressed the doorbell button opposite. It was a day off, the girls could easily have gone with their dad to nature or somewhere else.

But almost immediately I heard light girlish steps outside the door. Marisha opened the door. No matter how corny it may sound, my heart literally jumped out of my chest when I saw the joyful expression on her face and heard the exclamation:

- Hurray, Arkasha is back!

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

I feverishly unzipped my fly and pulled out my red-hot and hardened penis. The girl readily moved her tongue. My penis seemed to slide into her wet mouth on its own. Marisha turned a little so that the penis rested on her cheek, protruding it.

-- Marina, who's there? You are walking?! The ice cream is melting! - Vika shouted from somewhere deep in the apartment.

"One minute..." Marisha muttered, sharply pushing herself onto my dick. Even half a minute was enough for me. After almost two or three movements of the girl's head, my penis tensed, and not the fourth time I could not stand it and erupted into the sweetly moaning child's mouth. The girl held my dick behind her cheek for a little while, making a squelching sound a couple of times, swallowing the nectar. A thin stream ran down her chin.

And then the girl got to her feet, showing me her reddened knees, smiled and dragged me by the hand into the kitchen, where Vika and her dad were enjoying ice cream with all their might.