The trap of mercantilism

"What a disaster!" exclaimed Yarik, spinning around and slapping all his visible and invisible pockets.

"What happened?" Tanya asked anxiously, watching the futile search.

"Forgot my wallet," Yarik turned to his companion with a bewildered look. "Let's quickly run to my place? And then to the movies, as we agreed."

Tanya really didn't want to go in, but the nasty, damp weather didn't leave much choice. Together they went up to the fifth floor, where

Yarik lived with two friends — one per room. A real bachelor den for three students. Tanya was only superficially acquainted with the other two. One, Seryozha,

always greeted her friendly whenever they met. Tanya felt a liking for him. Seryozha was tall, curly-haired, a bit chubby, but a very charismatic blond, used to spending his time more in the company of various kinds of circuit boards, video cards, wires of different colors, always constructing something. He seemed to reek of burnt thermal paste.

The second — Lyosha — was somewhat gloomy and taciturn. He wasn't particularly attractive. That is, there probably wasn't anything especially unpleasant about him, except for the traces of teenage acne on his cheeks and perpetually cold hands. As luck would have it, he always shook hands with everyone. Yarik always joked that Lyosha warmed his frozen extremities that way.

This time, no one was home. Yarik went off to rummage through his jackets and pants, and Tanya remained in the hallway, lost in thought. At her tender age, Tanya didn't have much sexual experience yet, but she had practically perfected the art of milking guys for money. Twice in her life, rich in short-term relationships, things had gone as far as a blowjob — but the suitors were very valuable and Tanya really needed the money. And then along came this Yarik. A student from out of town, from a not-wealthy family, but with a generous soul. He had taken Tanya to cafes, to the movies, given her flowers a few times. However, after a month, it became clear to Tanya that she couldn't get more out of Yarik. And now she was pondering whether to drag out this relationship or end it already. The question was difficult because, although Yarik wasn't much use, no new suitors were on the horizon in the near future. Glancing in the mirror and fixing her hair, Tanya made eyes at herself and smiled coquettishly. Yes, she was irresistible today.

Yarik peeked into the hallway.

"Can't find it," Yarik shrugged his shoulders dejectedly.

Tanya pouted her lips. What a scatterbrain! Well, no, then she wasn't going anywhere.

"Let me make some tea. I have cookies too. Then we'll decide what to do," Yarik bustled about in the kitchen. Tanya sighed slightly. Nothing to be done, the trip to the movies was off, apparently, finally and irrevocably.

The cookies were almost gone when the sound of a key in the lock was heard. Lyosha stumbled into the hallway.

"What foul weather outside," he grumbled, nodding gloomily at Tanya in greeting. Tanya nodded back. Lyosha was gloomier than usual today. However, without uttering a word, he disappeared into his room and locked the door.

"What's with him?" asked Tanya.

"Who the hell knows. He's been like that for the last few days."

Yarik led Tanya into his room and closed the door.

"Tanya, sorry for the awkward conversation, but... How would you feel about taking our relationship to a somewhat higher level?"

"What do you mean?" Tanya, of course, knew.

"Could you do something nice for me?" Yarik replied hesitantly.

Tanya, in principle, wasn't against it, especially considering the lack of alternative suitors. Although from her side, this was a rare favor.

"Well, if you want..." Tanya got on her knees. Yarik quickly pulled down his pants along with his underwear, revealing to Tanya's gaze a decent-sized tool that had already begun to rise. Tanya grasped it with one hand and began to gently caress it with her tongue, tickling movements running along its entire length. Then she slightly opened her mouth and began to run the head over her lips and, finally, placed it in her mouth. And then she felt Yarik press on her head and shove his cock almost down her throat. She jerked back sharply.

"If you do that, I'll throw up!" Tanya looked at Yrik angrily. He, with a sharp movement, wrapped her long hair around his hand and looked into her eyes. Then he smirked.

"You didn't throw up when you were sucking some guy off to the balls in a Mercedes, what's his name, Anton, I think? Or Sanka from the tenth floor for earrings? Did you think I didn't know anything? Playing the innocent... Suck it!" With these words, Yarik shoved his cock into Tanya's throat again. Tanya tried to resist, but in vain. Moreover, with every movement she made, Yarik pulled her hair harder, causing quite severe pain. erotic stories Tanya closed her eyes, abandoning futile attempts to free herself, and only prayed for it all to end quickly.

But Yarik's voice made her shudder:

"Oh, Lyokha, join in!"

"What the hell is Lyokha doing here?" Tanya mentally screamed in horror.

"You should... close the door or something?" Lyokha stood in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear.

"It's different here, Lyokha. We have a slut here who needs to be taught a lesson," Yarik winked at his friend.

"Well then, do me a favor, put her in a position where we can at least do something with her, she's tucked her legs in and is shaking," something was beginning to swell in Lyokha's pants.

"Tanyusha, would you be so kind as to get on all fours?" Yarik sneered, continuing to wind Tanya's hair around his hand. Tanya had no choice but to obey. Tears were streaming down her face. She realized she was in deep trouble.

She first felt Lyokha's cold fingers shamelessly going under her blouse and reaching her breasts.

"You know, there's something unnecessary here," Lyokha's insinuating voice sounded very close. He removed his hands and began to unbutton Tanya's blouse. Then he pulled up her bra and began to feel and knead Tanya's small breasts unceremoniously. Then his hands crept lower and lower until they encountered the waistband of her jeans. Tanya moaned (Yarik didn't take his cock out of her mouth) and began to wiggle her hips, trying to escape from these ubiquitous hands. But the hands managed to unbuckle the belt, and then the jeans, finally revealing Tanya's thin butt in red thong panties. Then Tanya felt Lyokha's fingers on her thighs. One hand crept down — to where everything inside her had clenched in horror. She moaned with all her might and moved her hips, but the second hand slapped her hard and, taking advantage of the moment of confusion, moved the strip of the thong aside and placed an index finger against her tight anal hole.

"Okay, Tanyukha, let's make a deal — one wrong move — and you'll have one more finger in your ass." The index finger moved around, going inside just a little, and began to tease the edge of the hole. At that moment, Tanya felt a waterfall erupt into her mouth. Lyokha's second hand moved to her vagina, which, against Tanya's will, began to moisten. The finger slid between her labia. Yarik finally pulled out his cock.

"I beg you... don't... I'm a virgin... please..." Tanya struggled to catch her breath, bursting into violent tears.

"Yarik, how can you do that, you've made the girl cry. Not gentlemanly," Lyokha drawled mockingly. "Don't be afraid, I'm just, you know, stroking, so it's pleasant for you too. And you remember — no jerking." The finger screwed a little harder into Tanya's ass. "And you like it yourself, look." Lyokha took his finger out of Tanya's pussy and brought it to her nose. Yarik continued to hold Tanya's hair.

Lyokha again inserted his fingers into Tanya's excited vagina and began to move them around, penetrating deeper. Yarik, aroused by the sight opening before him, again impaled Tanya's head on his cock and began to fuck her furiously. Tanya involuntarily jerked and felt a second finger sharply poke into her ass.

"Warned you," Lyokha shook his head reproachfully. Then he pulled his cock out of his pants and began to rub it against the thoroughly wet pussy. Tanya moaned.

"She's so nervous. I haven't even done anything yet." Tanya felt Lyokha's cock swelling beneath her. His fingers in her ass were also moving, screwing in deeper, and she didn't like it.

"Well, since you're a virgin, I wouldn't dare violate your integrity in that regard," Lyokha pulled back for a second. "However

Yarik clearly doesn't want to give up his spot to me, so..."

With these words, he sharply pulled his fingers out of Tanya's anal opening and quickly thrust his generously lubricated cock into it. Tanya moaned — it was very painful and shameful. Lyokha began to move in her with fast, strong thrusts.

"However, comrades," Seryozha's voice was heard. "What have you set up here?"

"Join in!" Yarik commanded cheerfully.

Seryozha looked into the room.

"You're having fun here," he commented. "Only there's no place for me to fit in."

"We'll arrange it now." Lyokha, having finished vigorously, pulled his cock out of Tanya, and he and Yarik quickly lifted her to her feet. Yarik lay down on the sofa.

"Sorry, since our comrade is missing out, we'll have to sacrifice your virginity. Can't leave Seryozha out," Yarik winked. Tanya continued to cry in despair. A trail of semen stretched from her mouth to her chest, which she had spat out. Semen flowed down her thighs from her swollen ass. Yarik lifted Tanya and with a sharp movement impaled her on his cock.

"Aaaaaa!" Tanya squealed, jerking in a desperate attempt to free herself. Seryozha stood on the other side of the sofa and shoved his short and thick cock into her mouth. From above, somehow managing to position himself, Lyokha again thrust his cock into her anus. So, impaling Tanyukha on three prongs, the males began to move in her with a furious rhythm. Seryoga came first, then Lyokha, Yarik was the last to finish.

When they finally finished, Yarik handed Tanya a towel and pointed to the bathroom door. Then he opened the refrigerator, uncorked a bottle of cold beer, and looked at his friends with satisfaction. In the bathroom, Tanya was sobbing. But Yarik didn't care. Sluts must be punished.