I was a hired programmer. As a result of the fact that I was not satisfied with work in my native province due to the low salary, I moved to the nearest big city - largely under the influence of my girlfriend, in many ways - of my own free will, and largely because one of the aspiring entrepreneurs I knew offered to work for him privately in this city. My girlfriend - my Baby - was just about to enter a university in the same metropolis.

Everything was very, very good with her. By mutual recognition, we satisfied each other much better than all our previous bed partners. Naturally, we loved each other. And they forgave a lot, especially since my Baby came into my life when I was slowly chewing on my fifth depression - as always, associated with another painful breakup of a love relationship, and was already ready to despair and put an end to women, in the sense of a positive attitude to them. She literally revived in me my love for the world and for women. She just came and began to love me. Including in bed. Simple, quiet and gentle.

Before me, she had problems with orgasm, but cunnilingus, petting, and my intoxicated approach awakened sensuality in her. True, she couldn’t come with me when I just fucked her in the vagina, i.e. during a normal act. Ointments, clitoral stimulation - practically did not help. Only one thing helped: if I, having inserted my penis, began very active stimulation of her clitoris with my fingers, practically forgetting about myself. But it looked more like a very difficult magic trick than sex.

When this story happened, I was 27 and she was 21...

The baby didn’t like to give it to me in the ass. But - sometimes, very rarely - she still gave in and did it. There were two reasons here - moral and unwillingness to endure the pain that arose when developing her rear hole. Therefore, I had to work very slowly and painstakingly so as not to alienate my beloved. Although, her anus was a very erogenous zone. She was simply slowed down by psychological taboos, saying it was disgusting, not accepted - and it was also painful. Lubricants helped, but not enough. She categorically refused to “tolerate” anilingus: “This is generally too much for me! And it’s also very ticklish!”

But it only hurt her at the beginning when she was fucked in the ass. Then she started up. And she really liked to scream loudly. It was a voluptuous cry of “Ahhhhhhh!” Firstly, she used it to drown out the remnants of the pain, switching to the mode of passionate pleasure, and secondly, she was turned on by the very scream, and she didn’t care about all her anti-anal prejudices. One day, after a three-week separation, I put her to bed, and she was so turned on by being bored and finally getting me that she didn’t notice how I immediately penetrated her sweet, plump, underdeveloped ass. I myself didn’t understand how I ended up there. But the most surprising thing was that after some time, with joint stimulation of the clitoris, she began to thrash in orgasm. This was probably the only time she came during anal sex. But it inspired me for the rest of my life. Moreover, she convinced me during the subsequent conversation that she was not imitating anything.

Sometimes she got angry and showed her intention to take care of my back hole, but I made an incomprehensible appearance - either I like it, that she wants it, or I don’t like it, and she was left with nothing. In short, I was confused. Although, I agreed a couple of times, and her playful fingers were there. But all this was done with one purpose - so that her chocolate hole would become mine more often. In general, I am a person without prejudices. And therefore such caresses for me were and will be of a heterosexual nature. Naturally, I wouldn’t let more than one male specimen come near my ass without a fight, and I won’t let it.

So, I worked for a private owner. Taras - my owner - was six years older than me, and hired me on the condition that I would study with him in the evenings, so that I could then pass the exam for a certificate for his invisible micro-company. I agreed - especially since in my profession, extra experience and knowledge will not hurt.

It was summer... After morning sex - including - this time - anal sex, Baby said that she would never give it to me in the ass again. I shrugged but wasn't too concerned. It was a day off. I got dressed and went to Taras’s house - to his computer, where there was all the unique software, to learn. I had to study on weekends, and my Baby was simply going crazy because the time that we could spend together was being taken away from us by some loser businessman. I had already been studying for half a month when she began to appear in the evening, and not only at Taras’s house, and very aggressively demand that I stop studying. I reassured the girl, saying that she wanted to see me as a rich man, which was largely true. But since I didn’t mind fulfilling her dream in at least some way, these fantasies of hers were in my favor.

I must say that our training with Taras was more like a cross between the training of some crazy computer special forces and punitive psychiatry. This psycho mercilessly fucked my brains, treating himself as the greatest genius of computer science, and treating me as if I hadn’t previously worked for four years as an accounting programmer, but as if I didn’t even know a keyboard and was bad at Windows. I know, and I’m hitting the keys incorrectly.

The only thing that somewhat justified him was the situation: he was risking money. Yes, I needed them too. And since I still received them in the agreed volume, I endured.

That evening, Malyshka again burst into Taras’s apartment in a fighting state and began to grumble and scream at us. I was very tortured and found myself between two fires. Suddenly, the offended Baby began to flirt with Taras, teasing me. Or Taras, getting angry, decided to show his charms... Not so important... When we left the apartment and went home, we had a very interesting conversation.

I must say, with her first-class appearance, Baby could easily drag any man into her bed. But after she started living with me, she gave up this sport. Although, she cheated on me three times. I laughed and cheated on her twice in revenge. I will say that I didn’t really like it. One word - in retaliation. But after she pulled me out of depression - literally - with her, and I practically parted with the medications and began to control my insomnia, I forgave her a lot. Perhaps in vain. But... My heart told me that this is exactly how I should behave with this cute girl, still inexperienced in life. In general, I was against relationships on the side. If we are cheating, then there was an agreement to inform each other so that there would be fewer problems. Preferably before the “betrayal”, because... if I felt that I wouldn’t like it or some bad situation would arise, I could suspend this matter. Once I even had to quarrel with a friend when things completely went awry.

But this time everything looked like a puzzle. The little girl began to ask me very aggressively:

- Do you think I can’t sleep with him? Do you think I can't seduce him?

“I don’t recommend it,” I said. - For what?

- No! I can sleep with him! I bet I'll sleep with him!

I couldn’t understand anything, but something like this conversation continued halfway. I felt that she really wanted to sleep with Taras. In the end, I could not stand it and said:

- Yes, do what you want! Moreover, tomorrow is Midsummer night. But only once! And please, please! (in our language this meant “condoms”)

The three of us celebrated Midsummer. Taras treated us generously, we went out of town, walked, drank beer, took a taxi back to the center, played billiards. He was clearly flirting with Baby, and I turned a blind eye to all this, being very cold-blooded. I knew that Baby would still stay with me. Today they are just piquant game for each other.

When we arrived home and Taras suggested having a threesome, Malyshka initially agreed, but then changed her mind and made a sign for me to step away. I took a bottle of Martini, and, after watching for a while how Taras fucks her doggy style, wincing a little, I went into another room to watch TV...

Autumn has come. I successfully passed two exams, receiving two certificates for Tarasova's company. After that night, I said to the little girl with a laugh: “He is now a nobody to me. Think about how I can treat him now? It will now be much easier for me psychologically to treat him properly. I don’t think that even one serious entrepreneur would do that.” " It was a psychological puzzle. He could also think about me, everything that his “psychologically depressing” fantasy could allow him. But it amused me somewhat, made me somewhat nauseous, but by and large, I was impenetrable.

October approached unnoticed. Suddenly, I warily sensed a certain tension in Baby’s behavior, from the nature of which it was not difficult for an intelligent person to guess what the essence was. Using her mobile phone and calling Baby at certain times, I discovered that she somehow strangely regularly turns it off at certain hours of the evening. In the end, I asked her everything by calling her and I felt that she was almost crying. I said: “Don’t be afraid of anything! Tell me everything! Don’t be afraid!” And she, almost crying, began to tell that two weeks ago she began an affair with Taras. They met by chance in a bar. And she was passionately drawn to him. This guy, of course, took various courses in transcendental meditation, studied NLP and hinted that he was studying Ericksonian hypnosis, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. And this time I decided to resolve the situation without taking into account the supposed mystical abilities of “Comrade Taras.” Moreover, I myself considered myself a Jedi - no matter where. Especially with regard to the information forecast of situations and impacts of cause-and-effect relationships. Situational, so to speak. I would never use brutal physical fighting without the need for self-defense. Moreover, I could have ended up in forced treatment in no time.

Almost crying, Baby told me that at first everything was fine with them. It was amazing sex. The one who turns her on is much cooler than with me. But then... Then my simple Emmanuelle began to want more and more... And this idiot, like any busy person, began to brush her off and laugh at her. And my Baby’s sensuality and strength of attraction, I would say, are the envy of everyone. So that she found herself “on the lasso of passion.” Almost already crying, she said:

- Choose! Either you stay with me, or you leave him!

“Well,” I thought, “I definitely need to leave. Whether he achieved this by starting an affair with Baby or not is unimportant. But I will leave. Moreover, he trained me to be a pretty good specialist, invested a lot in my training money. I had copies of the certificates, where my name was present just below the name of his company. Now I could find a job in no time. As for Baby, how will it turn out, based on her psychological state (in my student years I was interested in the topic of psychoanalysis) , but I'll try to make sure she stays with me or - at least - doesn't get into shit. Although, she's already started to stumble there."

I immediately called Taras and decisively explained to him that I knew everything, and, of course, I was leaving. He was shocked. Whether he wanted me to leave or not, I presented everything in the most painful form for him. Still would! He laughed at my Baby! He brought her to tears! And I couldn't save her from that bastard.

So I continued my path as a computer samurai without my former master. I was faithful and devoted to the baby just like a samurai. I suggested that she stay with Taras and return to him. But she understood that nothing good awaited her there.

Another six months passed and even more. Spring session has begun for Baby. I worked for some of my former boss's former clients as a computer technician. I was overtired. And it happened, when we were both tired and sleep-deprived, that Baby mixed up the days of her monthly cycle and got pregnant, because we pizdeishn.net didn’t use protection by mistake. I should have had an abortion. We went for it. It was impossible to give birth: she had to study, and I just got into debt, trying not only to satisfy her myth about a generous partner, but simply to ensure the normal course of life: a dentist, changing shoes worn to holes, etc.

After the abortion she became sad. Our relationship was on the verge of breaking down. She often said that she was still drawn to Taras, that during sex with him she woke up so much that she began to experience a normal orgasm during normal sex, that she was ready to give him in the ass even now, but she understood that she couldn’t psychologically return to him. At the same time, she was very gentle with me, and I can say without a doubt that she loved me.

We decided to separate until September to give each other a break. I realized that maybe I should let her go. The stupidest thing was that we both loved each other.

After the abortion, it was impossible to have sex, and - since her narrow cervix was slightly hurt, vaginal sex was contraindicated for two months. She felt a little pain when she went to the toilet in a big way.

She was the first to suggest breaking up until September. I agreed that this was the most correct thing. Moreover, I changed jobs again, and was, firstly, on a probationary period at one of the large programming companies, and secondly, until the fall I was forced to get out of debt. She went to visit her grandmother in our hometown for the summer.

September has arrived. I worked. I have practically dealt with the bulk of my debts. They hired me. Salaries have increased. In addition to the basic salary, on which I could already live, I also received additional money, the amount of which depended on the number of clients served. I missed Baby.

She called me herself. Asked:

- Guess who I’m sitting in a cafe with now?

- With Taras?

- You guessed it! And we are now in the same city as you,” she said in a very sly and playful voice. The depression has clearly passed. And she played again. She played her unsurpassed psychological games. She played and it brought her happiness.

- Are you OK? Are you staying with him?

- I will not say! - she giggled.

- Yes? - I asked gloomily.

- Yes! But we both really want to meet you.

I arrived at the cafe forty minutes later. They sat in a separate booth. I sat down and ordered a Coca-Cola. Taras was gloomy and unshaven. The baby was beaming.

- Did something happen to you? - I asked.

- Yes, it happened! - said Taras. And, looking at the two of us, he continued - almost begging:

- Gentlemen! I beg you to leave me alone! I'm a very busy person! One might say - an intellectual disabled person! I beg you very much: fuck yourself! - Here he made a huge pause. Yes, with such a serious and dejected look that the touch of two months of sadness began to pass. The situation began to amuse me.

“Moreover, you, sir,” he looked at me, “seem to be very lucky with a woman in this life!” It seems you still don’t know how!

At that moment, Baby sat down next to me, hugged me, and with a shining innocent and bored look began to kiss me cooingly. I answered thoughtfully and carefully, half remaining in the state of the current conversation with our business tycoon.

And the conversation, it turns out, was over! Taras asked for the bill. We left the cafe together. He got into a taxi. I, a little dumbfounded, walked next to Baby. The first thing I asked was:

- Did you sleep with him?

- Yes. - she said very simply and innocently. And she laughed playfully. And then she said that two weeks ago she called him herself, and they again began a passionate sexual affair. She gave herself all to him. He came in her mouth, she gave it to him in the ass. And she cummed, cummed, cummed... She learned what an anal orgasm was. But two weeks later Taras suddenly changed and became indifferent to her. Besides, it resembled, as she said, a squeezed lemon. And she began to mock him. She realized what a pathetic, worthless and withdrawn type he is, who simply plays very well artistically and presents himself in business.

- I just ate it! - she laughed.

- Hmm? - I asked very carefully, thinking about the future truthfulness of everything she said, as well as who “played” whom among the charming lovers in their next two-week entertainment.

- When he was completely exhausted, we called you! - The baby was so happy that even my soul became lighter.

- So what's next?..

- Further! - she giggled. - Guess what I have here! - The baby waved her purse. I stopped warily, rooted to the spot.

She slowly opened her purse. There was a stack of dollars there. I had very strange thoughts in my head - crime, prostitution, fraud, theft.

- What is this??? - I stood there, my mouth open, looking at this playful idiot, and then she, realizing that she had achieved the desired effect, beamingly declared:

- Fool! This is Taras’s wedding gift to you and me! There's eight thousand bucks here. And I want a luxurious wedding!

I slowly took a breath and hugged Baby. He kissed her very passionately and asked:

- Idiot!!! Please... more... while we're together... Never! Do you hear, never cheat on me!!!

The wedding was luxurious. Taras was not on it.

After the wedding, Baby became a very passionate lover in my bed. She turned me on with her languid voice and unsurpassed game, she spread her buttocks and, slightly wheezing, asked to fuck her in the ass... We are still trying the entire sexual arsenal without any taboos - golden shower, SM, just a massage and everything that comes up to our heads.

We have been living together for five years. Our sex is varied and sophisticated. There is enough money. Taras disappeared from our lives. We are going to buy an apartment in a month. And then have a child. We are happy.

But the most important thing is that since then she has never cheated on me! And for some reason I’m haunted by some stupid feeling that she doesn’t need this at all...


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