Unfailing

There are people who can't refuse anyone's various requests, and relatives, friends, and basically everyone who interacts with them take advantage of this. I count myself among such pushovers. I'll show this with a few examples from my life, naturally with a sexual slant, since I'm posting on this site. The first incident happened at a summer health camp. On the very first evening, we were jerking off collectively, and the same on the second and third evenings. On the fourth evening, one guy shared his opinion about our jerking off: "Somehow we're jerking off without any imagination. When my father fucks my mother, he cums, gets off her, and falls asleep. But once, when my father was on a business trip, my mother

was fucked by three of her colleagues, and she sucked each one's dick after he finished fucking her." I don't know why, but all the guys looked in my direction. You understood correctly, until the end of the shift I sucked the leftovers from all the guys, and not only that; some guys just fucked my mouth, and I swallowed the cum. The second incident. I was helping a girl master the basics of analytical mathematics, but listening to me, she only yawned. Then she somehow asked if I could persuade my friend to help her. I talked to my friend, he agreed, but only asked in return—you know the dorm yourself, everyone's coming and going, they could interfere with the learning process, so while I'm studying with her, sit in the anteroom and don't let anyone in. Well, I sat in the anteroom. He would study with her, as a rule, for two academic hours. You could hear her loudly praising his tutoring methods: "So good, so good," and demanding repetition of what was covered and more in-depth—"more, more, and deeper, deeper." He would leave after the sessions with a very satisfied face, and she was glowing like the moon on a full moon, only for some reason her panties were lying in one corner of the room, and her bra in another. Couldn't she tidy up, knowing a guy was coming to study with her? Finished the institute, started working at a research institute. Everything was fine, except the head of our department was a woman, a real hag, unmarried—who would marry her anyway—and on top of that, with or without reason, she would give people a hard time, especially the men. Once, the men in the smoking room were discussing how to live further with such a boss and what to do. In the end, one of the men voiced the reason for her behavior: "The woman is chronically unfucked," and what to do—"fuck her properly." All the men looked in my direction. All week they prepared me for the responsible mission. I memorized the script for interacting with her, updated my image, became a real Alain Delon, and smelled of expensive perfume. Finally, D-Day arrived; they pushed me into the boss's office with a bouquet of flowers. What I said to her, what I did, I don't remember. I more or less came to my senses feeling that she was completely naked in a 69 position, sucking the leftovers off me, and I was doing cunnilingus on her. Three months later, the whole department was celebrating at our wedding. At the wedding palace, she was the most beautiful of all the brides. Guys, don't be lazy and fuck your women as often as possible. Asslover