Village Head's Debauchery

Yes, I wasn’t really holding back because I never planned on doing so.

And as expected, Fiona’s attention was drawn to the uncomfortable sensation of stickiness between her inner thighs. Without hesitation, she subtly adjusted her posture and widened her legs to investigate the source of the discomfort. Her expression turned to a frown as she directed her gaze towards me.

Feigning my embarrassed expression, I offered an apologetic explanation for the cause of Fiona’s discomfort. “Sorry about that,” I muttered with a tired sigh, standing in front of my clay pot. “It seems that I couldn’t contain my semen and had mistakenly spilt it once again.”

Fiona shook her head in disbelief, letting out a sigh before responding, “While I’m surprised by the sheer quantity of your semen. However, a little warning would have been nice so that I could have consumed it all instead of ending up with stained thighs and a sticky tulga.”

She averted her gaze from mine, turning her head to take a glance at her backside, where my semen had congealed and adhered to her toned thighs, leaving an unsightly residue.

Without waiting for my response, Fiona swiftly lifted her tulga up and inserted her hand between her inner thighs, carefully scooping and brushing away the sticky remnants of my semen. Once satisfied, she withdrew her hand and brought it up to her mouth, diligently licking every last trace of my ejaculation from her fingers and palm. ．

While I watched her, I couldn’t help but be captivated by her graceful movements. Her actions were sensual yet elegant, and I found the sight of her savouring my semen for the second time, alluring, making her all the more irresistible in my eyes.

Just when I thought Fiona was finished, she repeated the same meticulous action, determined to leave no trace of the honey on her thighs. She continued until she was satisfied that her skin was clean, with the only remnants of the sticky substance remaining on her tulga.

“I think that should be all of it,” Fiona said, looking up at me with a satisfied expression. Her eyes then trailed downwards, fixing on my bulging cock that had become visible once again from watching her eat my semen and lick her fingers clean, as if it were honey.

“I…” I began to speak, but before I could say anything, a solemn cough echoed behind us. I quickly turned my head to see a woman with waist-length hair in shades of green and black staring at us with impatience. Within an instant, I suddenly realized that I had unknowingly taken more time than usual to fetch water from the well, and now it seemed I had held up the line.

Immediately, I grabbed my clay pot and balanced it on my head. With a wave of my hand, I signalled to Fiona that I had to leave and watched as she waved back.

As I walked down the path that led away from the well, my mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts. I couldn’t help but think about Fiona and the way she had devoured my thick semen with such gusto, reminding me of Grandma Celia and Vivian. I made a mental note to wake up early the next day so I could spend more time with her, lost in her tongue and the warmth of her throat.

Lost in my reverie, I failed to notice how much time had passed until I found myself standing in front of our small compound. It was only then that I snapped out of my daydreams, realizing that I had been lost in my own thoughts for longer than I had intended.

Without delay, I pushed the wooden fence forward and made my way towards our hut. As I walked, I couldn’t help but notice the sky beginning to darken, the sun had already set several minutes ago.

“Reena must be home by now,” I muttered to myself as I reached for the wooden door. Pushing it open, I was greeted by the sight of my mother and Gina, both snacking on juicy fruits as part of their evening routine.

After I had stepped inside and closed the door behind me, Gina dashed towards me with a smile and offered to help carry the clay pot to the water tank. I gladly handed it over to her and watched as she made her way to the backyard.

Looking around, I asked my mother, “Where’s Reena?” as I took a seat next to her. She replied with a smile, “She’s taking her evening bath.” I nodded in understanding and reached out to my mother, coiling my arm around her lower back and gently grabbing her right juicy breast all the way from her underboobs in the palm of my hand.

My mother flinched a little as I coiled my hand around her back and tightly moulded her soft oversized breasts that spilt from my palm. She glanced down at my hand, and I could feel her ridiculous pointed nipple as I let my fingers loose.

She rolled her eyes at me before refocusing on the kalna fruit in her hand. With a chuckle, I leaned in closer to her and said, “I missed this, Mom.” I teased, “Aren’t you still angry with me?” as I playfully pinched her thumb-sized nipple just before she could respond. “~~MmH~~” Her response was a low moan that escaped her lips, leaving her mouth wide open. I continued the teasing by pinching underneath my mother’s pink erect nipple and flicking it upwards with a smooth wave of my fingers. This elicited a rhythmic flow of moans from her lips that I couldn’t help but enjoy.

“~Auh~” I didn’t need to hear her quiet, hushed moans to know that she was aroused because her sensitive nipple was already standing erect and brushing against her loose top, further intensifying the pleasure she felt at that moment.

Suddenly, without warning, Gina emerged from the backyard and saw the scene, but as she always did, she chose to ignore it and sat down beside us to pick up her kalna fruit and continue eating.

“~~Ah~ press mo… ~aUH~~ mother’s large breast lightly…. ~~Mhm~~ Orion.”