The Door of Pleasure That Should Never Be Opened
My heart pounded as if someone were hammering against my chest, and the rhythm kept accelerating. My face, neck, and chest burned hotter and hotter, while electricity seemed to course through my lower belly and the insides of my thighs. I opened my closed eyes and looked down. Between the legs of a woman crouched on the sofa, I could see a head of thick, flowing black hair — her face hidden, head bowed.
The woman's head bobbed up and down, and each time it rose, my erect cock glistened as it half-emerged from her mouth. She sucked and stimulated me without pause, in a steady rhythm. The tingling in my belly and thighs swelled stronger, preparing to burst forth a full load of thick, milky seed.
Unable to hold back the rising tide any longer, I seized the woman's hair with my left hand and pulled it up. Sticky fluid stretched in long strands between the head of my cock and her lips, revealing her flushed face — dazed, as if drunk. It was the face of a mature, sensuous middle-aged woman, like a flower in full bloom just before it begins to wilt. Staring blankly at the head of my cock with her mouth hanging open, she made no change in expression as I shook my cock furiously with my right hand, aiming at her face. With a pleasure that lifted my whole body out of itself, hot liquid surged through my cock and spurted onto her face. Once, then again, and again — and even as the sticky, fishy fluid soiled her face, her expression never changed.
Her body rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm. I tore my gaze with difficulty from her cum-smeared face and looked behind her. A young man about my age was gripping her hips with both hands, gasping ragged breaths, slamming his hips back and forth like a madman. I knew both the man and the woman. They were mother and son.
Releasing her hair, I sat back on the sofa, savoring the aftershocks of my climax as I looked around. The luxury villa I'd never seen before had one entire wall made of glass, and expensive furniture was arranged throughout. The air was cool and pleasant. From every direction came the men's rough breathing and laughter, and the women's moans — some filled with ecstasy, some with pain.
Turning my gaze to the side, I saw two young men clinging to the body of a middle-aged woman who looked about the same age as the woman between my legs. On the woman lying on the living room floor, one man was buried in her pussy while the other was fucking her mouth. The man using her mouth was her son.
I staggered to my feet and headed for the bathroom. Inside, another couple was having sex. The woman moaning in distress as she gave herself to a young man inside the huge bathtub was the mother of the man fucking the woman's pussy on the living room floor.
I watched them fuck as I pissed, then left the bathroom. Throughout the sprawling villa, young men in their early twenties and middle-aged women in their forties and fifties were locked in an orgy. I looked around, counting the women. Four women, each servicing two or three men. One woman who should have been there was missing.
The bedroom door was closed. I listened quietly and heard ragged breathing and the voices of men inside — and woven between them, a woman's low moans. As if possessed by something, I staggered toward that door.
I could feel every eye of the men and women mid-orgy around me turning toward me. They had all opened this door once, too. And now every one of them was fixated on the moment when another son would open the door of pleasure that must never be opened. I gripped the handle and slowly turned it.
In the center of the room stood a bed, and on it were one woman and two men. Around the bed, five men watched the performance unfolding on the mattress. Some of them stroked themselves rigid, waiting for their turn to come; others, their turns apparently finished, let their wet cocks hang limp.
One man lay on the bed, and the woman was mounted on top of him, bent forward. On top of her was another man, his groin pressed tight against her ass, gripping her hips and rocking back and forth. Though her face was turned toward the door, it was unmistakable: two cocks were inside her at once, one in her pussy and one in her anus.
The woman was beautiful. A small face with long, defined brows and delicate yet striking features — a beauty reminiscent of a Hong Kong actress from the nineties. But the face of the woman sprawled over a man's body, legs spread wide to take two men's cocks, was contorted with pain. Her lovely face was smeared with tears and saliva, and her thick, lustrous black hair was soaked with sweat, clotted here and there with dried, sticky fluid.
The moment her eyes met mine as I entered the room, she hastily buried her face in the neck of the man beneath her. The eyes of every man in the room swung toward me at once. Even the man with his cock buried in her ass stopped moving and stared at me.
But then the man broke into a smile — sly and yet somehow innocent — and began moving his hips again. Into the moans of the woman enduring her pain, something like a sob mixed in. Keeping his eyes fixed on me, the man seized her hair and pulled it up. Her face, eyes squeezed shut, emerged once more. He didn't stop there; yanking the hair harder, he forced her upper body upright.
The upper body of the beautiful middle-aged woman was fully revealed. She was slender overall, but age could not be hidden — the flesh clinging to her in just the right places only deepened her sensuality. Especially her two enormous, swelling, swaying breasts, crowned with wide brown areolas and stiffly erect nipples, were obscene to the point of vulgarity — a complete contradiction to her dignified, refined face.
Brows furrowed in anguish, eyes squeezed tightly shut, the woman let out labored moans each time the man drove his hips forward, enduring the two young cocks pushing into her body at once. The man violating her anus, still gripping her hair with one hand, seized a breast with the other. Inside his large palm, her plump, soft breast was kneaded, changing shape this way and that. He squeezed her breasts as if to burst them, and the woman, wracked by this new pain in her upper body, tried to pry his hand away — but with her small, soft hands, it was hopeless.
The man whispered into her ear. "Open your eyes." The woman didn't respond.
With the hand that had been kneading her breast, the man gripped her throat and said it again, harder. "Open your eyes, you fucking bitch."
The woman opened her eyes, and they met mine — standing there naked and dazed.
I had just come, but my cock was already standing rigid again.
She and I stared at each other. She, her hair seized, her breasts toyed with, taking two men's cocks in the two holes between her legs; and I, cock raised toward her, drooling precum in long strands.
My legs began moving on their own. The distance between us shrank to less than twenty centimeters. I took my cock in one hand and began to stroke it. The woman stared at it with blank eyes.
Then one of the men beside the bed climbed up, knelt beside her, took her head, and pulled it toward his groin. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, the woman opened her mouth and took his cock in. Gripping her skull with both hands, the man used his hips to fuck her mouth as if it were a pussy.
On the other side, another man climbed onto the bed, seized her pale, elegant hand, and wrapped it around his cock. Without being told, she began to move her hand, stroking him.
Every one of her movements was utterly natural. She had clearly done this before — serviced many men this way, many times. There was no doubt that every man in this place had been violating this woman for years. For a long time, they had used her body to slake their burning lust. Into every hole of that body, across that pale, soft skin, they must have poured filthy cum beyond counting. Like a toilet in a bathroom, this woman had become a cum dump — a vessel for the lust of men the same age as her own son.
Then the man fucking her anus spoke to me.
"What do you think, buddy? Pretty useful, right?"
Buddy? It was hypocrisy. To him, I was nothing but an accessory born of a high-quality cum dump — an ornament that made the pleasure of his release that much sweeter.
"Yeah..." When I didn't answer, my "friend" quickened the motion of his hips and said,
"Your mom's the best fuck of them all."