There are many such houses in Jurmala. Sheathed with boards in the fashion of the first half of the last century, they quietly fall apart among the pines. A new owner of the nouveau riche will risk restoring a cottage, but such lucky houses are located closer to the festival center of the city stretched along the Baltic coast. The rest for decades are serenely waiting for new owners.

And this house was strange, special. Marisa has a flair for such houses. He loved to explore abandoned mansions. Often there you can find something rare, antique. You just need to make sure that there is no alarm, and it was not difficult to open the rotten doors. Such searches are his hobby, but Maris dreamed that one day they would become a business.

Inga was obscenely insistent in her desire to go somewhere together. Not that Maris was indifferent to her, Inga is a pretty girl, she was already married, you could save on a candy-bouquet period. But in the search for antiques has its secrets. In the end, Maris gave way. When he and Inga got into this strange house, at first the antique searcher was even confused. Some enfilade of rooms with artificial windows, then lit, then no. A bunch of locked doors leading incomprehensibly where. But abandonment was not observed. Someone unknown regularly cleaned the house. Young people hung around in this maze for a couple of hours, until Inga began to panic. Her fear passed on to Marisa, who had the feeling that the doors, last time open, were now more and more often locked. The house seemed to play with them, coring the maze.

In the bedroom, decorated with a luxurious Arabic bed, Maris and Inga saw a hole in the wall. It is a manhole - some kind of incomprehensible hole, which led obviously to the half of the building where treasure hunters were not yet.

- We climb? - asked Maris.

- You're the first! - Inga gave him the right to be a gentleman.

Getting up on all fours, Maris confidently crawled forward and found himself in the same suite of rooms.

Inga hesitated, when suddenly her scream made the guy turn around. From the gap in the floor, to which he did not pay attention, a panel jumped out, which fixed the girl under her chin. Her head stuck in the room where Maris was now, and the rest of her body remained in that half of the house.

- Heck! - Inga eyes filled with tears. A few minutes, cursing, they tried in four hands to expand the hole. Useless! The one who planned the trap provided for the futility of such attempts.

- And now what i can do? - For some reason asked Maris.

The girl fluttered her long eyelids in bewilderment - quite the wrong moment to pretend to be a fool:

- Well, which of us is a man? You or me Do something.

Maris went to inspect his suite, as Inga oyknula.

Her face was deeply red, and the pretty head fluttered in a narrow hole, reflecting the invisible struggle.

- What is it? - the young man knelt in front of her, trying to look into the gap in the gaps around her neck. Apart from the shoulders of the girl and the crumpled dress, nothing was visible.

- Me ... Oh! - she fell silent and, having ceased to flutter, fell on the partition with her whole body from that side.

- What? What?!

Inga was silent, closing her eyes.

“My pussy is licked,” she breathed in a whisper, and in a loud voice she sank again.

Maris finally lost his head and jumped. The girl looked down at the floor - the guy felt out of place and once again tried to look around the room. To the right of Inga’s head, the wall was made of bricks in a staggered pattern, leaving openings. Obviously, in the bedroom where he managed to crawl out, but Inga did not. These gaps were sufficient for viewing, but the wall was at right angles to the trap. Maris began to look in different cracks - nobody was visible, he began to listen, but apart from the contented men's chuckles and fuss, he heard nothing.

He returned to Inge. She sobbed with a moan, but, noticing the dumb question of a friend, looked away to the side.

The girl had finished and now hesitates me, decided Maris. And what will happen next? Her subsequent movements were incomprehensible to him, he touched Inga’s head, but the girl looked dull with evil eyes and boldly declared:

- And now they fuck me!

A few minutes, Maris stupidly wandered through the rooms, for order pulling the handles of locked doors. The purpose and meaning of this house has now become clear. And the riddle is solved.

The doors will be unlocked when a man from that half of the house is full.

Or is he not there alone? For some reason, Inga speaks about them in the plural. Maris decided to go back through the labyrinth of rooms, for this it was necessary to pass Inga.

- Mama! Mama! Mommy !! - the girl screamed in full voice to the frictions of the invisible partner. She did not notice her friend.

Making a circle around the house and not finding the real, artificial windows, Maris returned to Inge. The girl was crying.

- What happened?

- Nothing yet. I ass smeared. Cooking ...

He knelt in front of her and stroked her hair. But Inga’s attention remained on the other side of the wall. She somehow stiffened, her face went purple with spots, she held her breath, and ... went limp.

Penetration took place, Maris realized.

- Does it hurt you?

Inga shook her head negatively, trying not to wring her lips. But she did not control herself, groaned and answered:

- No, I am, in fact, very well fucked! She looked up, and Maris read the call in her eyes.

Finally! - he got angry at himself and unbuttoned his jeans.

Inga did not resist. She had just been covered with another orgasm, her lips opened for crying when the young man brought a member into her mouth. The girl obediently made the lips more comfortable with the little ring, and when the dick was filled with a full erection, Maris began to vigorously fuck her in the head, trying to guess the beat of the third, behind the wall. Maris was already approaching a climax, when there was a scuffle behind a leaky wall. He turned his head, not taking out a member from Inga’s mouth, but could not meet his gaze with the observer.

BUT! Let him look! - Decided Maris, and drove a member as deep as possible into the girl's mouth, finished.

From her mouth to the floor stretched a colorless thread, she still did not lift her eyes. Apparently, Inga was tired of standing on all fours and trying to lean on her chin holding the partition.

And Maris sat down next to her, leaning his back against the wall, and listening to when her next entry into one of the Ingin holes ended.

And suddenly they heard the mechanical sound of the bolts moving away. There was a feeling that all the doors had opened at the same time in the house. Maris jumped up - Inga spent his inquisitive eyes, but said nothing.

The doors really opened, but not all. Maris found himself in a labyrinth again, and no less than an hour passed before he was again in the opposite enfilade.

In the bedroom, none of the men was gone. Inga stood in the same position. On knees. Naked. The dress is battened to the shoulders. A blanket was carefully laid under her knees. Anus was opened and covered with dried sperm. On the inner side of the thighs two fresh streaks oozed out, drying at the knees. Inga, who was thoroughly fucked, had such a seductive look that Marisa's belly again languidly stretched her lust.

He headed around the corner to the "chess" wall, from there the Inga head should have been visible. The girl was waiting.

The wait did not last long. The man, whose face was not visible due to the thickness of the bricks, knelt on the spot where Maris was standing an hour ago, and brought a member of Inga to his mouth. She looked up and obediently, like an hour ago - opened her mouth. The man began to vigorously fuck her in the mouth. He knew that Maris was watching, and seemed to mock him, exactly repeating the rhythm of his frictions. And Maris watched.

But the man ended differently. At the right moment, he pulled out a member and, clenching his fist, began to finish Inge on the face. The girl opened her mouth wide, she tried to catch flying sperm clots, but the man had other goals. He thickly covered the girl's lips with sperm, hanging the biggest drop at the corner of his mouth from the side of Maris. And recoiled, giving way to the next.

Inga licked her lips, but she could not reach the lump, but appealingly opened her mouth for a new member. The dick was fat, Maris presented how they fucked Inga's ass, and started. The owner of this member stood motionless, not wanting to penetrate the girl’s exposed mouth, and was waiting for something.

Inga raised her eyes to the top, and the observer Maris read in her eyes ... a plea?! ”Fat cock” saw Inga in her beautiful eyes and put the penis in her mouth. The girl’s lips tightened, the width of her mouth was hard enough for to cover the head. And the man did not move. He held the head of the penis in the Inga language, completely giving the girl the initiative. And Inga took the initiative.

How she tried! At her head there was almost no free move to sit down on the penis, and the girl sucked, licked, connected her cheeks, tried with might and main. A member of Marisa stood in such a way that he could not bear the sight and returned to the bedroom.

Inga didn’t just suck that cock there behind the wall. Here she masturbated. Maris didn’t hesitate for a second, he fell in behind. Spread her hips, lowering Inga's basin to the height he needs.

The inner surface of the thighs of the girl was covered with fresh streams. Now, not sperm, and its own secretions. Maris began to fuck the girl, thinking about how many members had been in her holes while he was behind the wall. At the same time the guy did not feel any disgust. He was so excited that he did not care who to fuck at that moment.

Inga stopped helping herself with her palm, and now she just leaned on both hands. She liked the way I move! - thought Maris, - And she obviously liked how her mouth was used.

Suddenly Marisa was annoyed by the feeling that he would end quickly again. The guy left Ingin pussy and returned to the place of observation. The mouth of the girl was not visible, only two male asses. Both members, if not simultaneously, then in turn, were obviously shoved into her mouth. So there are four of them, thought Maris. Spectacles, which could enjoy, was not here. Perspective is not the same. To cope with the annoyance, the young man returned, and began to admire the posture of Inga. In her ass, wide open to my gaze, he suddenly read the same plea with which Inga wanted to suck that fat cock! The jar from which it was greased by the owners of this house lay right there. Apparently, Maris did not immediately notice her.

In the ass! - He decided, and, having lubricated, drove his dick there.

Inga screamed so that it could be heard from behind the wall. But the sound immediately became deaf - the guys on the other side strictly watched that the girl’s mouth was busy.

He finished Maris with his eyes closed, as the movement progressed, and did not immediately realize what had changed. Laza was not in the wall. The shutter was completely closed. Inga was completely on this side. With both hands, she smeared sperm over her closed eyes. The girl did not spit and licked. When the ability to look came back to her, she simply said:

“They will let us go now ... All the doors are already open.”