Village Head's Debauchery

“Oh, and what is it?” Miss Lyra’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she eagerly awaited my request. Even Ursa, with her attentive demeanour, patiently awaited my words.

Adjusting my tulga to the side, I exposed my now bulging erect penis for all of them to see. “Since Ursa won’t be joining us for another round,” I said, “I could use your help in calming down my penis before I prepare to leave.” Grandma Vivian seemed eager to interject, but before I could give her a subtle signal to remain silent, she sealed her lips soon after, as if a sudden realization had struck her.

I breathed a sigh of relief before turning my attention to Miss Lyra, who nodded solemnly, fully comprehending my request.

Since Miss Lyra was already seated close to me, she stood up and moved to kneel down in front of me. With a reassuring tone, she said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” Her sweet smile beamed at me as she continued, “Besides, you’ve already put in a lot of effort by giving Ursa a memorable first-time Kushi experience. So, as your mother-in-law, I’ll gladly help soften your penis so that you can return to the farm and rest.”

Looking at her as she cupped my balls in her hands, I whispered internally, ‘This is good.’ After all, there was no way I was going to leave this hut without at least experiencing the sensation of those two milky breasts, or perhaps having my bulging cock massaged between them.

And so, with the three women around us watching curiously at our actions, especially Ursa and Grandma Vivian, I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly at the sight of Miss Lyra fumbling with her hand as she cupped my pulsing cock.

“Do it like this,” I said, guiding her hands to start pumping my shaft, my palms wrapped around hers as her warm touch enveloped me. One of the things I’ve always wondered about is how long it takes for me to cum after my veiny cock delves deep into a woman’s wet soft pussy.

There have been times when I didn’t feel the usual sensation of release, yet the women I had been with ended up pregnant. It was a mystery I wanted to unravel and find a solution for.

After all, while I was pleased with my capability to impregnate any woman I fucked, it didn’t mean that I desired every encounter to result in a pregnancy.

I wanted to control my release, retaining the ability to choose whether or not a woman would conceive my child. With my extremely potent semen, capable of impregnating even the most infertile women with just a drop, I needed to understand the timing of my release, even in small quantities. 𝐛𝐨𝘃𝗹.

Noticing Miss Lyra’s amateurish movements that weren’t yielding satisfactory results, I cleared my throat again to capture her attention. “Miss Lyra, why don’t you try using your mouth?” I suggested, causing her and the three women in the room to look at me with a combination of curiosity and confusion.

“My mouth?” Miss Lyra repeated, her face reflecting her perplexity as she sought further clarification.

I clarified my intentions, saying, “I wanted to see if I could use your mouth to see if it could help me release quickly and soften up my penis since it is wetter and would also feel like our vagina.” In spite of the questioning looks from Grandma Vivian and the growing curiosity in Grandma Derry’s eyes, who had now become fixated on me while guarding her bowl of breast milk, I paid no mind to their expressions.

Meanwhile, Ursa, intrigued by the conversation, slowly put her finger in her mouth and twirled it around her lips, forming an ‘O’ shape.

‘Okay, now I feel like I am the degenerate here,’ I thought to myself, noticing that Miss Lyra was gradually emerging from her contemplative state.

Miss Lyra fixed her gaze on me and responded, “Alright, I think I understand what you mean.” Her eyes then shifted to my standing erect penis as she continued, “But I don’t believe it would feel the same if you use my mouth…” She redirected her attention back to me and suggested, “So, why don’t you use my vagina to see if it helps soften it up? As your mother-in-law, I’ll allow you to use mine this one time without collecting any payment…” She let out a laugh before adding, “I was just joking, considering the kind of young man that you are, I should be the one paying you for kushi.”

She then focused her attention back on me and asked, “So how about it? Would you like me to spread my legs so you can insert your penis into my vagina to soften it up?” Without hesitation, Miss Lyra swiftly stood up, straightened her posture, and bent over, her face directed towards Grandma Derry and her daughter.

She lifted the lower part of her traditional tulga, covering her slightly plump buttocks that looked a lot smaller than her milky soft penis-erecting breast and placed it over her waist before continuing to bend down further. She then withdrew her hands from behind her back and firmly planted them on the ground, using them as a perfect balance for her current position.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but release an internal sigh at the unexpected turn of events. All I wanted was a simple mouth massage on my bulging penis to test the timing of my release, not to fuck my wife’s mother in front of her just after I had taken her virginity.

As blood rushed to my engorged penis, causing it to throb with heightened sensitivity, my mind raced to find a way to steer the conversation back to my original plan. Thoughts of selecting who I wanted to impregnate and the importance of taking control filled my head.

However, the tempting offer before me was like a feast served on a silver platter, making it difficult for me to resist.