#40
Jean and her friends were not the only ones having a good time.
As we walked up the wide, carpeted staircase, the sounds from downstairs grew muffled, replaced by laughter, low moans, and rhythmic creaks that echoed through the upper halls.
The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and something sweeter—like honey left out in the sun. Every room we passed had its door slightly ajar, revealing glimpses of tangled bodies, flushed skin, and uninhibited pleasure.
It felt like stepping into one of those old, hedonistic films people used to watch in secret. Except this wasn’t a fantasy. This was real.
It was then that I realized something. The Mansion was completely different from how it appeared during the day. Depraved, decadent- an unrivaled eroticism exploded before my eyes. The inside of the Mansion was one continuous sexcapades. As I climbed upstairs, reaching the second floor, I could hear moans and screams reverberating in the hall.
Driven by my curiosity, I peeked inside and found young men and women, clothed, naked, or in between, engaged in sex…some couples, some in groups, some alone. Intermixed, I saw older adults, some even older than Aunt Melissa and Aunt Morgana.
This was not an ordinary Mansion. It’s a freaking sex house!!
I gasped, in part because of Aunt Morgana’s incredible hand stroking my cock, but also because a certain gray-haired woman was getting a cunnilingus from a handsome teenager. And when I focused on the old woman, I felt familiarity, and immediately I recognized her from some of the memories I still have. She was my English professor!
Fuck! That’s hot!
I felt my cock growing harder as I inhaled the dizzying aroma of a dozen people having sex! My balls were on fire, and I could feel my precum dripping on the floor.
“You might be wondering what they were doing.” Aunt Morgana said as she looked at me staring at my old but still quite beautiful professor, moaning in happiness.
“I know. They are having sex.”
Aunt chuckled. “That’s not what I meant. I mean, why… why does everyone do it?”
“… …” I gave her an ‘I’m listening’ look and she stopped.
“It must have surprised you with how open people are here.”
“You could say that,” I muttered. “I wasn’t expecting… this.”
Her laugh was soft, almost musical. “Few do. We call it a free lifestyle community. Although it’s still limited to this Mansion for now.”
“A free lifestyle?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Yes,” she replied, stopping just outside a hallway lined with stained-glass lamps. “A lifestyle where people can express their desires—sexually, emotionally—freely, without shame. Whenever and wherever they want.”
I blinked. “So… prostitution?”
She laughed, a little more openly this time. “No, no. Nothing transactional. It’s not as grand—or as cold—as that. Think of it more like… a sanctuary. For like-minded people who have nowhere else to go. Take Ms. Elvie, for example,” she gestured at my professor.
“You recognized her, do you?”
“Yes, she’s Professor Sailes, my English Professor.”
“Yes, she is. And that’s her lover. A handsome young man. Their relationship is not a problem, of course. But to the eyes of people, it can be rather… problematic.”
“Problematic?”
“But they love each other. Unfortunately, even the Government can’t approve of their relationship. As you may know, old women like Ms. Elvie can’t give birth anymore, so they won’t allow this kind of relationship where the men’s semen will be wasted. But here, we can give them a space to do what they want, without prosecution or prying eyes.”
“So this is like a Love Hotel?”
“Something like that. But we offer more than a Love Hotel could. Security. Pleasure. Privacy.”
“…?”
“It’s true that Melissa rents the space to those who need it. But that’s just one thing in the package. People are free to come here to be themselves, to escape judgment, to experience joy on their terms. If they have requests, we happily fulfill them. Match them to people with similar interests.”
“… …”
“It wasn’t always like this. It used to be a regular estate. It’s her parents’ house, even before the Male Population Adjustment Act was enacted. You know how it went. When the ratio tipped and women became the vast majority, many properties meant for nuclear families or male-led households fell into disuse.”
I nodded slowly. That law—one of the most controversial in our society—was meant to ‘re-balance’ things. But in truth, it had only deepened the divide.
“Melissa and I had this strange idea after meeting people in this neighborhood, and even online,” she continued. “Men, women, non-binaries—all of us fed up with the performative restraint this world forces on intimacy. So we created a proposal and submitted it as part of the government’s ‘Social Healing Initiative.’”
“And they agreed?” I asked, still trying to process it.
“Surprisingly, yes,” she said. “They were desperate. Sexual dissatisfaction and emotional burnout were quietly becoming national issues. Especially among men. So when our proposal landed on their desks, they didn’t just accept it—they asked Melissa to run it.”
“You’re telling me the government is backing an orgy house?” Well, I never expected that. And to have the government even get involved, what is this?
“Don’t say it like that,” she laughed again. “It’s more nuanced. It’s a space where people—especially men—can reclaim the agency that’s been stripped from them.”
We reached the second floor. The walls were draped in soft fabrics, the lighting dim and warm. A group of people lounged on plush cushions, talking quietly or holding each other. One couple was kissing softly in the corner, completely undisturbed.
“It’s still in the experimental stage,” Morgana said. “But it’s going better than we ever hoped. There are already over a hundred members, and more are still applying to join. Sadly, only a small percentage are men. But even that is more than we projected.”
I sat down, still processing. “So… is this like one of those ‘Glory Shops’?”
I’d heard about them. Places where desperate women —often poor or outcast—were allowed to “service” men.
“In theory, there are similarities. Glory Shops mostly catered to men’s needs. Unfortunately, they have been gaining notoriety these past few years due to some bad rumors floating around. Because of that, the number of men trying to visit those establishments is getting fewer in number, and this has become a headache for the government. The number of men starting to dislike sex because of rumors is starting to increase, resulting in a significant decrease in the number of successful pregnancies. The government now welcomes any idea to combat this problem, and our proposal just happens to be on time. Right now, they are trying to see if this would work, and if they did, they would try to benchmark it on many, many communities like us.”
“And this place is supposed to be the better version compared to whorehouses?”
“It’s not just better. It’s different,” she said. “Here, men or women aren’t commodities. They’re equals. They’re wanted. Not used. And unlike Glory Shops, where you can’t see your partner, here, you can basically make love, not just seeking satisfaction and relief. And of course, we make sure to sign a confidentiality agreement, and we cater to whatever they like, without judgment. It’s quite a serious thing, especially among men. ”
“To be honest, I haven’t heard about this before. Rodrigo didn’t even tell me.”
“Well, as I said, it’s still on the experimental stage, so it’s a secret. Only selected people. And for your friends, they know, to some extent. It could be a problem if someone from the reserved faction got wind of this and made trouble. Rodrigo, that boy Johnson, and actually, many of your female classmates wanted to join our community. Unfortunately, they are still too young. We have some strict rules about age. We believe it would be detrimental if young women indulge themselves and lose themselves in the process.”
“Still, it’s hard to believe it. After all, I’ve always thought that men dislike anything with sex on it.”
Aunt Morgana chuckled, “That’s a great misconception, but also not far from the truth. Yes, the number of men who abhor sex has increased in recent years. Rather, you can say that over half of the male population is becoming discontent with the status quo. Men believe that women only seek them for sex or that they are being treated as breeding horses by society. By the government. This assumption warped into something annoying. But there are still a lot of them who actually wanted to do it. Felt pleasure from it, although the number is few. And I can say, you’re one of them, aren’t you?”
“Well, I guess you can say that. I do love sex.” I said honestly.
Morgana smiled, not unkindly. “And there’s nothing wrong with that. I wish more men were like you—honest, self-aware. That’s part of why I’m telling you all this. I want you to know that this house isn’t something seedy or shameful. It’s a haven. And I don’t want you feeling out of place if you see people enjoying themselves.”
“But why come here just to have sex?” I asked again, genuinely curious.
“Hm, a good question. The reason could be Diversity. Safety. Community, we offer those. And since we have a good reputation, many people trust us…” she said, ticking the points off with her fingers. “Here, no one judges. Especially not men. You’d be surprised how often men judge each other for liking sex. They act like it’s some disease. So they pretend. Deny. Suppress. But it eats at them. Slowly.”
She gestured toward the lounge’s calm energy. “Here, we offer a safe outlet. We don’t encourage reckless hookups. We filtered our clients strictly. We offer matchmaking. We host events, like this… therapy sessions, trust-building workshops. And even diverse kinks with people who equally share the same preference. Our members, especially the women, want partners who understand and respect them. And you’d be amazed—some of those partnerships have turned into real marriages.”
“Marriages?” I blinked.
“Yes,” she turned and spoke to me with a smile on her face, ignoring the fact that my hands had sneaked under the fabric of her robe and were smoothly massaging her soft, huge ass. “Because of that, we’ve received government incentives. Grants, sponsorships. The state wants this to work.”
She paused for a moment, then added, “Glory Shops could never achieve that. The stigma is too strong. Any man seen entering one is immediately judged—not just by women, but by other men. That’s why they come here instead. Quietly.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“What do you get out of all this?” I asked her.
Morgana smiled, leaning back. “Satisfaction. You know, for me, I’ve always hated seeing people suffer in silence—especially women. I know how it felt to be oppressed. To be unable to show what you like or desire because of the fear of people judging you. Melissa shared the same desire. The world treats men like an endangered resource, and thus, they have earned a lot of privileges. You can even say that the world now centers around them and their well-being. However, what about women? Even now, when Men started to discriminate against women, to dislike them for their libidos. But is that wrong? Women are naturally high in libido, but they can’t do anything but wait until men choose them. I don’t like that. So we built one. And maybe… just maybe… we can change a few lives.”
“…Would I be allowed to join?” I asked, surprising myself.
Morgana’s smile widened. “I know you would ask that. But unfortunately, as I said, there are rules about age. Until you become 18, we can’t accept you.”
“That’s a pity.”
“Well, no need to feel sad, though. Rules are just rules anyway. And I don’t think you need to worry about membership or anything like that. The rules are set because the government doesn’t want to affect young people who are just looking for fun and in the end get hurt. I already know about your libido, and I can confidently say that I’ve never seen any man who has as high as yours. So I don’t think anyone would stop you from doing it with someone here,” she said as she grabbed the doorknob, twisted it open, and pulled me inside.
I looked at her as she spun me around, face to face. Then her lips met mine, and her tongue probed into my mouth as our bodies pulled together, and I responded with my tongue. She continued to kiss me harder while her hands were firmly on my butt, pulling my crotch into hers, pressing my erection against her pussy.
She ground her pussy against my erect cock, as one of her hands moved up between us onto my chest. The thrill of a beautiful woman wanting to use my body excited me, and I happily responded in kind, rubbing my body against hers. She liked my response and moaned in delight before calling me “Naughty boy,” and moved her mouth down and sucked my nipple like an infant.
I let out a loud moan and grabbed her hair. I could never get used to having my nipples suck and how sensitive they become.
I was mesmerized.
When I look at her, she has the biggest smile I have ever seen. I could feel the love radiating from those eyes. It was so thick that it felt as if it had a material form, enveloping me in a warm embrace.
“Damn, you’re so sexy,” she groaned.
“Oh yeah?”
Aunt Morgana kissed me again before her hand found their way around my neck as she continued kissing me. She guided me into the bed and away from the doorway. Her hand around my neck excited me more, and I was even more weak to her presence.
Yes.
It was hot. I moaned into her kisses and fell further into her. Her other hand gripped my ass, and I almost melted into her. I liked her hands around my neck. She squeezed me into a feeling I couldn’t help but want. I hadn’t been open to the idea, but in this moment, I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to resist.
Her hand pushed my face away as she kissed me once more before forcing my face into her crotch. Her pussy lips were slightly parted, and as I watched, a drop of her liquid arousal began to slowly escape from her pussy, held back by a stretching silvery thread. I didn’t hesitate and immediately buried my face against her pussy.
“Ahhh~!” she moaned as she grabbed my hair and pressed my head against her pussy so tightly that my mouth touched her wet pussy lips. “That’s it, my dear. Aahh, fuck~! such a sweet, handsome pussylicker!”
Without giving it a second thought, my tongue slid inside the tight tunnel of her pussy.
The smell made me dizzy, as I pressed my face into her, rubbing my nose in her wet slit. A mixture of sweat, salt, and feminine musk. It’s a strong taste and smell, but certainly not disgusting. My tongue explored every soft, wet crevasse of her wonderful pussy.
I probed her hole with the tip of my tongue before sliding deep into her vagina, wiggling around, stroking her muscles. Pulling my tongue out of her hole, I licked her with it wide and flat all the way to her clit.
It seems like I was doing good as she shoved me on the bed. Then, without a moment of hesitation, she climbed onto my face and sat on it.
“Come on, dear, lick it properly,” she said, moaning in excitement. And I did, my tongue flicking her clit the moment she sat on my face. Her hips jerk and she moans loudly “Fffffuuckk!”
Then it happens.
Aunt Morgana shudders violently, hips stuttering before locking into place. She gasps, eyes wide–and then squirts, helplessly, hard, uncontrollably, coating my face and chest in her hot release.
Fuck! It was so hot, I moaned, drinking every drop.
I felt her thighs clamping around my head as I continued to lap at her wildly climaxing pussy. She bounced her ass, cramping the tendons of her calves and ankles, and wailed at the top of her lungs.
“FUCCCKKKK~!!” she screamed, spasming and humping, nearly suffocating me, who was pinned between her thighs. Her entire plump ass is sitting directly on my face.
Fortunately, it didn’t reach that terrible moment.
Before I suffocated, Aunt Morgana loosened her grip and lolled her head back, breathing heavily. She then slumped beside me, a blissful expression on her face, while she tried to catch her breath.
I look at her, proud and excited that I was able to make a beautiful, mature woman like her to the edge of ecstasy, while licking my lips, and getting off on the sweetness of her cunt honey.
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