Graduate student

§ 1.

Lying on her back on an inflated tire from a large tractor, Zhenya lowered her ass so low that Vitya's cock couldn't quite reach her epilated slit.

Zhenya was amused by Vitya's helplessness. Trying to reach her crotch with his cock, he looked more like a brainless puppy than a healthy guy with brains.

The lazy village stream carried their tire so slowly that it seemed they would never finish their sex-float, though they weren't in any particular hurry.

Summer, noon, heat, Wednesday, the whole village at work. Zhenya had come for a week to visit her aunt because she didn't feel like sitting at home in an air-conditioned apartment

— she was sick of the walls after winter. Though what brought her to this backwater was more a desire for a break from her affairs than the heat.

A city girl with a graduate degree, two foreign languages, and an art school behind her couldn't help herself when she met the village boy Vitya, who had 0.0 intellect on his face. She deliberately allowed him to possess her to enjoy the intoxicating feeling of complete mental dullness that usually comes over educated people when interacting with common folk.

It really turned her on with pleasure to watch the mental anguish on Vitya's face, whispering in his ear:

— I want you to fuck me like a whore on a huge tractor tire while floating down the river, in the daytime, when no one can see, but might accidentally see.

Where he got the tire in the middle of a workday, how he would manage his absence from the dairy plant where he worked as an electrician — these and all similar details concerned her least of all in life.

What was more important was that this mighty animal could achieve a result, lured by the tits-and-pussy of a city beauty. It was precisely his effectiveness that aroused her as a woman.

§ 2.

When Vitya finally managed to reach her labia with the very tip of his cock, Zhenya had already closed her eyes to feel the fleeting touch transitioning into intercourse. A signal-horn sounded from the dairy plant in the village.

— Damn, the European session is starting, — Vitya interrupted, climbing off the tire into the water.

A couple of his kisses covered Zhenya's graceful, epilated leg. For him, these kisses were valuable in themselves.

— This won't take long, I'll be quick, — he gently reassured her, pulling out some "iPhone" on Android from the back pocket of his denim shorts, wrapped in a waterproof case.

Zhenya watched in surprise as he analyzed the market in a MetaTrader, making a trading decision with his whole face.

Finally, a trade for a whole, oh my god, 🙂 0.1 lot was opened. This time, the Canadian dollar was in for it, trading with the trend after a correction in the same direction as Tuesday after a small correction on

Monday. His face showed the guy was seriously taking a risk. 🙂 Opening such a large position made him feel like a real alpha.

No wonder, because if the market trades normally, by risking 1.5-2 thousand rubles, he could make 3-4 thousand rubles, maybe even 5 thousand! That's how much beer you could stock up on with that money!

Putting the phone back in his jeans, Vitya returned to the heavenly procedure of pleasing his girlfriend.

— You're a risky guy, Vitya, — Zhenya teased him. — A whole 0.1 lot! What a man!… 🙂

Vitya looked at her guiltily but swallowed the teasing, continuing to caress her leg. Even with his limited mental abilities, he had enough sense to choose the smart strategy of not arguing with a lady.

— I'm not afraid of anything with you, — he said quietly, sweetly pressing his cheek against her legs.

— Vitya, give me the tube…

Vitya looked at her uncomprehendingly.

— Come on, come on… don't be a pussy.

The guy handed her the phone, thinking she would now close the positions and then punish him for daring to interrupt her pleasure with such a "dirty" business as forex trading. Vitya's breath stopped when he saw a whopping 5.2 lots in the market! 18 pips against him, and he would blow two of his monthly electrician salaries.

While his brain was trying to react somehow, the head of his cock felt the touch of Zhenya's tongue.

His hand dug into her hair and forcefully gathered it into a bun. Zhenya, who had already deeply swallowed his cock, moaned. It was the moan of a woman in deep relaxation. It was a dream of passion.

A stream of hot sperm erupted in a powerful flow into Zhenya's fragile throat. She looked at him like a bitch from below. From her lips dripped remnants of unswallowed sperm from a healthy "bull" fed on village dairy.

Looking at this bitchy face, full of pleasure, no one would have thought she had two higher education degrees.

§ 3.

Vitya couldn't help but be surprised by his desire to lick Zhenya's neat, smooth ass. He didn't have much brain to begin with, and here on the tire, from the unfolding events, even the tiny remnants of his brain evaporated.

When his little tongue licked the tempting wrinkled hole, it seemed to him that the hole was begging for him to penetrate inside right now not only with his tongue but with his stallion. Meanwhile, Zhenya was placing pending orders along the uptrend, which were supposed to open as the movement resumed. The correction had already met the MA, so a new impulse was near.

Though she didn't have a forex calculator at hand, she had once bothered to memorize acceleration tables for the major currency pairs, so now she was setting orders approximately, but the fundamental proportions of volumes and prices were set more or less correctly.

Just as the last pending order took its place, her ass felt a firm, hot cock. Vitya moved gently, carefully, even a bit shyly, but at the same time confidently, gradually increasing the pace. Apparently, limited brainpower was the price for rather good abilities to feel his body and control his movements.

He lay on top of her. With each active thrust, their bodies splashed into the water, sagging inside the tire, while their arms and legs lay along its edges.

Zhenya adored anal caresses, but sex with an arched back on a rubber tire during a summer float only added pleasure because it created difficulties for breathing. Her face turned red as after a good squat with a working weight, her head began to pleasantly fog, and Zhenya felt a hot stream of sperm pierce her from within, pleasantly clearing her head of habitual city thoughts.

Exhausted, the tired lovers slowly floated on the tire, resting from anal intercourse. Their skin basked in the sun. Their hearing was caressed by the piercing squeaks of numerous chicks in the tree branches along the river. About half an hour later, Vitya emerged from oblivion.

Zhenya still lay beneath him, her arms in the water. Vitya carefully lifted her palm above the water, then the other. Closing his eyes in regret, he rolled onto his back, falling off the tire into the water. Zhenya didn't have the phone in her hands.

§ 4.

— Now I'm a fancy bitch, — Vitya joked, puckering his lips like a duck for a selfie with his new iPhone.

That "iPhone" on Android was never found. And who the hell needs it when you suddenly have an extra 312 kilorubles out of the blue.

In the evening after the float, Zhenya returned home anxiously to change for dinner at the local "restaurant" and check her trading account via laptop.

Fortunately, the Canadian dollar just hovered around the achieved levels and didn't correct much, showing that next week on Tuesday-Wednesday it could be milked nicely in the same direction if on Monday it corrected at least 50-60% from this Friday's move.

She calmly closed all open trades from her home computer, thereby locking in the accumulated profit.

A phone is just one means of accessing a forex trading account, so losing the phone itself doesn't entail losing the forex account.

Watching Vitya contort before the iPhone camera, Zhenya felt that after that 312-thousand-ruble profit, something about him had changed. Something human had disappeared in him, giving way to animal nature.

He began paying more attention to himself. He started teasing her. More audacity, rudeness, cruelty appeared in him. The once-modest electrician from the dairy plant had spread his wings, but they were some not-good wings…

§ 5.

In autumn, when her aunt was visiting Zhenya in the city, she mentioned in passing that Vitya had ended up without money and without an iPhone back in the summer. He started drinking, got fired from work, and a couple of weeks ago, drunk, he stole a motorcycle and crashed to death.