Jumanji-34. Porn game. Volume I

JUMANJI-34  

Porn game  

Chapter I. Game  

Night fell on an elite village located on the outskirts of the city. The already quiet streets were completely deserted. A rare jeep or sports car disturbed the peace of the night. Here and there you could hear the hiss of walkie-talkies and muffled conversations between guards. Luxurious mansions and relatively small houses glowed with the light of their windows. The gardens around them lit up with the lights of night lanterns and lights, turning the curly bushes into fairy-tale characters.  

The full moon shone with its cold light in a completely cloudless sky. Against its background, a couple of lovers having sex on the terrace of the house looked very picturesque. The woman moaned and muffled the slaps on her buttocks with her partner’s pelvis. She bent over and grabbed her large breasts with her fingers.  

If you look from the window of a neighboring house, their black silhouettes were in the very center of the large lunar disk. This view only made the elderly woman, who had become an involuntary witness to the sexual act, break out into a dreamy smile.  

“This is the anniversary... ” she exhaled in a low voice and turned towards the house. – Listen, old man! And our anniversary is coming soon too! Twenty five years.  

An elderly man, sitting in a rocking chair by the fireplace with a newspaper in his hands, glanced at her with an unkind glance.  

“Yeah, ” he hissed in a whisper through his teeth. “If I had killed you then, now I would be free. ”  

The woman heard everything perfectly and just waved her hand at him, looking out the window again.  

In another house, the groans of a happy marriage fascinated a young man. He stopped at the door to the terrace and involuntarily put his hand on the fly of his trousers. From his side it was difficult to see the couple. The bush, growing in a large pot on the couple's terrace, blocked half of the composition. But fantasy itself completed the invisible details. And this only turned me on more. The zipper of his fly slowly unzipped, and his fingers reached inside, immediately grasping his hard penis.  

At that moment, the clicking of heels was heard behind me. The young man immediately zipped up his fly and turned around. A girl walked past him. Long-haired blonde with a ponytail on her head. Her sheer white blouse showed off the lace of her white bra. The neckline revealed the top of her large breasts. The pink skirt hid her legs above the knees. And white high-heeled stiletto shoes clattered loudly on the marble tiles of the floor. She winked at the young man.  

“Roma, don’t spy on your neighbors, ” she said cheerfully.  

Roma glanced at the neighbors and quickly followed her, catching her in two steps and pressing her back with force. With her buttocks through her skirt, she felt his hard penis. And then his heavy breathing at his ear. Roma loudly inhaled the scent of her hair.  

“I knew it, ” she lowered her hands to his. “We should have taken you away from the window right away. ”  

“Nastya, let’s be quick, ” Roma said quickly. – Well, I can’t wait to get home.  

– Yeah. That's it, that's it. What about that brunette? What was her name? Also Nastya, it seems...  

– This is true…  

– What's wrong? Get laid and that's it?  

– Yes.  

–Have you decided to marry me?  

Roma pulled his body to the side and looked at Nastya with a blank look. She turned her head as far as she could.  

– What are you talking about now? – Roma didn’t understand.  

– You have it for a hook-up, so go to her. And if you are together, then, even more so, get out of here.  

“Well, Nastyukh... ” Roma said in a pleading voice and again forcefully pressed her to him.  

“Well, okay, ” she answered in a low voice. – But fast. And lips. Last time you wrinkled all my clothes. I don't want to look like a slob again.  

– Yes, at least...  

Nastya pulled Roma by the hand to the farthest corner. On the way, she grabbed a small pillow from the sofa.  

Large red curtains with gold fringe hung near the doorway leading into the basement. Nastya hid behind one of them, throwing a pillow on the floor. Roma quickly unzipped his fly and took out his penis. Nastya knelt in front of him. She ran her warm, wet tongue along the shaft of his penis.  

“Oh, yes... ” Roma exhaled, rolling his eyes. Goosebumps ran across his body.  

​Nastya smiled involuntarily. The taste of his penis resonated somewhere inside her with a pleasant sensation of forbidden fruit. She wrapped her lips around it and began to slowly absorb it. Roma put his hand on her head and ran his fingers through her hair. Nastya began to move her head, stimulating the penis. He moved towards her.  

Nastya's lower lip got wet. A drop of her saliva rolled down her chin and hung there, gradually stretching out and trembling in time with the movements of her mistress. Soon it fell onto her chest, glinting in the light of a large crystal chandelier.  

“Yes, Nastyush... ” Roma exhaled, entering her mouth. – You know how to do something nice.  

He squeezed her head with both hands, increasing the pace of his movements. The squelching of saliva began to intensify.  

“Don’t overdo it, ” a voice suddenly came from the side. Nastya sharply pulled away from Roma, releasing his penis. Roma himself turned his head to the side in fear. Another young man walked past them from the basement. “She won’t be able to breathe. ”  

“Gray, you idiot, ” Roma cursed. -What are you doing here?  

– Forgot? – Sergei grinned and walked up to a small table that stood in the center of the room, between two sofas and two armchairs, and was completely lined with bottles of beer and snacks. “We came here at Lena’s call, to explore the basement dungeon.  

– You yourself are an idiot! – Nastya shouted at Roma and hit his penis with her hand. A slight pain scratched the young man. Nastya rose to her feet and quickly walked away from him, wiping her chin as she went.  

Sergei grinned, took a bottle of beer and took a long sip. Nastya threw an angry look at him and walked past.  

“Really, ” said Roma, approaching his friend and buttoning his fly. – Couldn’t you wait a little?  

“Nope, ” he replied sarcastically. – This is for Verka. You, dog, stole her from me. So fuck you, not whores, while I'm around.  

“Well, you’re definitely…” Roma began the phrase. Sergei clenched his fists and looked him straight in the eyes.  

– What? – he asked. Roma wanted to say something, but he just waved his hand and went into another room. Sergei grinned, looking after him. He was a frequent visitor to gyms and had an annual membership to a local sports club. Outwardly, he didn’t look much like a bodybuilder, and he didn’t strive to be one, but he was much stronger than Roma.  

“Stop, ” he said. – Wait a minute. Your help is needed.  

– What? – Roma stopped.  

“We found a passage there, ” Sergei answered. – Only it is mortgaged. Now Ksyukha will find her panties and call us. And we will break the masonry. Where is Lenka?  

Lena rattled dirty dishes in the sink. Soap suds hung from her neatly manicured fingers. A tall, thin brunette in a dark blue dress looked intently at the dishes with her light brown eyes. She shuddered in surprise when she saw Sergei next to her out of the corner of her eye. The plate almost slipped out of her hands. A drop of foam fell on her tights.  

“Scared me, ” she breathed. – Why are you sneaking up?  

– I didn’t even think about doing this. It was you who didn’t hear me because of the noise of the water, ” his gaze involuntarily fell on her large breasts, peeking out from the deep neckline. He bent down slightly and ran his fingers over her legs, removing the foam.  

– How's the basement? – Lena asked. – Did you find a nest?  

“Nope, ” answered Sergei. – Why did you ask us to look for a nest of mice? Could it just cause disinfection or whatever it's called?  

– Yeah. This is not an apartment in Khrushchev. Here, just try to blurt out to someone that there are mice in the house. There will be ridicule immediately. And this will then affect business.  

“Well, of course, ” answered Sergei. – The poison was spread out. No nest was found. Now all you have to do is collect the corpses of rodents.  

– Eww... – Lena winced in disgust.  

“And now about something else, ” said Sergei. Lena looked at him in surprise. -What is the passage in the basement?  

– Passage? I don't know anything about any passages. Where does it lead?  

– Yes, no where. Blocked with bricks.  

“I don’t know, ” Lena shrugged. – Probably left over from the previous owners.  

“Well, of course, ” Sergei sighed. – Then let’s rephrase the question a little. Where are the tools? A hammer drill, a jackhammer, a pickaxe at worst?  

Lena looked at him with demonstrative surprise.  

– Did you happen to get confused at home? The construction office is located in the city. But there had to be something in the garage. In a big yellow box.  

Sergei nodded and headed towards the exit.  

“Wait, ” Lena turned off the water and quickly began wiping her hands on a towel. – I’m also interested in what’s there.  

Together they went out into the living room and headed towards the door that was located next to the entrance to the basement.  

– What did the previous owner tell you when he sold the house? – Sergei asked Lena.  

– He didn’t tell me anything about any hiding places. He urgently needed to change his citizenship.  

– That is? Citizenship is not your handbag; you cannot change it urgently.  

“Yes, he had a business in Europe, ” Lena answered. – As the war began in Ukraine, he could have lost his piece under the sanctions. That's why he fled the country. Somewhere, either to Austria or to Germany. I don't remember anymore. I got this house for only half the price. The main thing is to do everything quickly. The ruble depreciated, and buying dollars was prohibited. So I was also interested in getting the deal done quickly. We didn’t talk to him about any passages in the basements.  

– Did you look into the basement yourself when you looked at the house?  

– For what? I have an engineer friend. He examined everything himself and approved it. He said the house was in good condition. And I only went into the basement briefly. And then only for informational purposes. But this pepper was silent about mice. And there were none. I’ve been living here for two years now, and these creatures are only now starting to come out.  

Sergei motioned for Roma to follow him. He obediently followed him, glancing towards Nastya, who was looking offendedly somewhere out the window.  

There was a red Ferrari in the center of the garage, and workbenches lined the walls. Lena pointed to a large yellow box covered with a green awning. Sergei stole it. Carpentry, welding and other tools lay in disarray in the box. Sergei saw two sledgehammers, their handles sticking out from the general stock of equipment. With force, he first pulled out one sledgehammer and handed it to Roma, then the other. Then he took the first sledgehammer from Roma and began to check the weight of both sledgehammers. He kept Romina for himself, and gave the second one to Roma.  

“This one will be easier, ” he chuckled. – Otherwise, God forbid, you break again.  

Roma put on a dissatisfied face and threw a pair of gloves at Sergei. Sergei caught her, continuing to look at his friend with a grin.  

The three of them turned into the basement.  

– Where are you going? – Nastya asked, moving away from the window.  

“To the basement, look at the passage, ” answered Sergei.  

– I'm with you.  

“One more, ” Sergei sighed. – There’s nothing interesting there. You'll only get in the way.  

“Yes, ” Lena said sternly. – I am the mistress...  

“Exactly, ” Sergei interrupted her. “You are the mistress, and therefore you have every right to supervise the work, and the rest will interfere. ”  

– I say, I am the hostess, and it is up to me to decide which of my guests will be present during the renovation... or whatever you can call it.  

“Yeah, ” Roma nodded. – Make sure you don’t get caught under a sledgehammer with your eyesight, otherwise you’ll have to be carried out later. There will also be flattery on Ksyukha’s arm...  

He turned towards the basement and screamed in surprise. Standing right in front of him was a brown-haired woman in a black dress with a deep slit along the leg and instead of a neckline. The dress itself was made in such a way that it revealed areas of the body hidden by underwear. Ksyusha decided not to spoil the image and therefore did not put on any panties or a bra. In her hand she held a large LED lantern, stylized as an antique lamp with a candle inside.  

– Come on? – Ksyusha herself was scared.  

“Yes, you appeared unexpectedly, ” he answered and looked at the open side of her thigh. – And you still haven’t found your panties? Seryoga said...  

Here he received a slap on the head from Sergei, and he, in turn, received it from Lena.  

“Idiots, ” Ksyusha breathed out. She turned around and went to the basement.  

The guys went down the stairs and walked along a dark corridor.  

“Well, and the catacombs, ” Roma exhaled. “And why did this guy dig something like this here? ”  

“I built the bunker in case of war, ” Sergei grinned. They walked past a couple of empty rooms and turned a corner. Here, on a shelf made from part of a stone slab that protruded from the wall, stood another large lantern. And next to him, in the wall, one could see even rows of brickwork, at a time when all the walls were concrete.  

– And then what? – Nastya asked, pointing her hand down the corridor.  

“A few more rooms, ” Sergei shrugged. – Only they are empty, and there is nothing interesting there.  

– Are there any holes? – Lena asked, shivering from the coolness of the dungeon.  

“Nope, ” Sergei answered and handed the lantern to Nastya. – No holes, no droppings. Nothing at all. The mice bypass this basement as they go.  

He grabbed the sledgehammer and stood in front of the brickwork. Roma is nearby.  

“Move aside, ” Sergei commanded and swung the sledgehammer. The sound of the impact deafened everyone. The echo picked him up and carried him along the corridor. As soon as Sergei’s sledgehammer descended, Roma struck. And so, in turn, they began to thresh on the masonry, which was covered with cracks. The girls covered their ears with their hands. The walls shook. It seemed to Lena that a little more and the house itself would collapse. But the masonry did not resist for long.  

First one brick broke into pieces, then the second one fell out. And then the whole masonry began to fall apart. A hole appeared in the wall, and a purple glow came out of it.  

– What's this? – Sergei asked in amazement.  

“The owner definitely didn’t tell me anything about this, ” Lena said in a dumbfounded voice.  

Through the gap, a grate was visible, behind which a room was hidden, with a pedestal in the center. And then one of the bricks broke away from the masonry and fell to the floor, flying past the faces of the friends. Everyone backed away.  

“Yes, ” said Sergei. “We need to completely remove everything, otherwise we’ll definitely end up with a teapot. ”  

In a few minutes, wielding sledgehammers, the guys completely cleared the passage of bricks, leaving only a few rows at the very bottom.  

The frame of the grille was covered with runic symbols, and in its center was a lock with the image of a naked woman. She lay with her legs spread wide and her body slightly raised. Her vagina served as a keyhole. The vertical bars of the lattice were interrupted by four images of couples having sex. Each couple froze in their position. Behind the bars stood a pedestal on which lay an open book. The pedestal was in a small circular room, illuminated by a purple glow coming from below, but its source was not visible. The room was separated from the corridor, fenced off by bars, with its own short corridor, in which there were four niches with closed chests inside. Two on each side, and above them, at human height, there were torches in stands.  

“Interesting, interesting, ” Roma looked at Lena.  

“Yes, I’m telling you, ” she answered. – I don’t know anything like that.  

Sergei tried to open the grate, but it did not budge.  

“Closed, ” he breathed.  

“We’ll open it now, ” Roma swung a sledgehammer and hit the grate with all his might. The rods held back the blow and were even able to reflect it, springing back the sledgehammer. Roma barely held it in his hands. But he literally flew out into the corridor with her.  

“New guy, ” Sergei grinned, looking at his friend. – Who hits the bars with a sledgehammer? Be thankful that it didn’t bounce off your face.  

Lena ran her hands along the bars. Her fingers slid over the forged image.  

“Skillful work, ” said Sergei. – The hand of a master. Look, one rod bends in different places at different angles. A mere mortal cannot do this.  

– Who did it then? – Nastya asked.  

“I don’t know, ” Sergei shrugged. “But the rods weren’t even scratched by the sledgehammer. ”  

He took a step towards the grating, stepping on one of the bricks. And he moved to the side along with his foot, sliding on something smooth. Sergei almost fell.  

– What is this? – he bent down and saw a wooden box littered with broken bricks. Handing the sledgehammer to Roma, he lifted the box and brushed away the crumbs and dust from it. The ancient wood was covered with varnish, on which neither a dent nor a scratch remained, although both individual bricks and entire pieces of masonry fell on it.  

– What is this? – asked Ksyusha. Friends surrounded Sergei, admiring the find.  

On the top, opening part of the box were three young women. The blonde sat on a skull with large ram horns, looking up somewhere. And on her sides, with their hands on her chest and shoulders, were a brunette and a redhead. The blonde spread her legs wide open, showing off her pussy. Above the picture was the inscription: “Jumanji. ”