Village Head's Debauchery

Seeing that she was even more intent on committing to her decision, I couldn’t help but feel even more attracted to the young, beautiful woman in front of me. Shaking my head in response, I said amusingly, “You are something else.” This caused Sura to giggle at my words.

But before her laughter could die down, I walked towards her and gently grabbed her arm, placing it under my arm and locking it with mine before catching Aunt Greta’s arm and doing the same with hers.

“Ummm, Orion, where are we going?” Sura asked, curiosity apparent in her voice as she willingly followed me towards the bushy and dense area of trees. Meanwhile, Aunt Greta merely raised her eyebrows, waiting for my answer with a tinge of inquisitiveness in her expression.

I remained silent until we reached our destination. Taking in our surroundings, now surrounded by thick bushes and trees, I couldn’t help but nod my head in approval. Turning around to face the two women in front of me, I finally spoke.

“Since you’re not ready to get pregnant yet, how about I feed you some of my semen before we go to sleep?” I said, watching as her eyes brightened up, and she instantly cleared her throat to respond, “Alright, husband, if you don’t mind, then I would like to eat some of your semen before I go to sleep.”

I nodded, pleased with her response, before turning towards Aunt Greta with a slight grin and asking, “And what about you, Aunt Greta?”

Aunt Greta raised her eyebrows at me and amusingly retorted, “Are you supposed to even ask me that question?” Her lips broadened into a smile as she continued, “If my Orion wants to give me some of his semen to eat before I go to sleep, then who am I to reject such an offer?”

Without wasting any time, I reached under my tulga and took hold of my pulsing penis that had been erect ever since I grabbed a hold of Aunt Greta’s soft massive ass cheeks.

Slowly and gently, I squeezed it, provoking a heightened throbbing sensation n my penis. While gazing at them, I wanted to instruct them on what to do; however, their attention was fixated on my engorged shaft already.

Without uttering a word, I saw Sura kneeling and reaching out for my stiff pulsing penis, which I had already released moments before, and to my delight, Aunt Greta followed suit, mirroring her actions flawlessly.

In spite of their fumbling and the comical way their hands kept getting in each other’s way while trying to handle my erect penis, I couldn’t help but find a certain pleasure in their amateurish movements, which strangely heightened my enjoyment.

However, realizing that they were making no progress, I decided to intervene, suggesting with a smile, “Why don’t you give Sura a chance first, Aunt Greta?”

Aunt Greta hesitated for a moment, glancing at me with uncertainty before finally removing her hand from my throbbing shaft, making room for Sura’s avid grip. “Alright, now start stroking your hands up and down on it gently and slowly,” I instructed, fully aware that giving a blowjob was unheard of in this village.

With meticulous attention, Sura followed my guidance, her strokes slow and soft, as she warmed up my gritty member with her palms, causing it to pulsate lively within her grasp.

Sensing that it would take a while before I could cum, I reached down with my right hand, firmly grasping her tulga top and pulling it upwards, liberating her plump, developing breasts that I hoped would one day rival the size of my mother or Aunt Greta’s.

As for her hips and buttocks, I had no worries, knowing that Sura’s main curves were centred there and were bound to develop even more beautifully in the future.

The mere thought of preparing those wide, birthing hips for an anal in the future was enough to make my raging penis twitch in her grip. My hand, now firmly squeezing Sura’s left breast, tried to contain its full size, yet I was aware of the impossibility of the task, given its larger-than-normal dimensions.

Seeing my erect penis letting out some precum a few moments later, I observed as Sura attempted to wipe off the semen from my veiny shaft cap with her fingers. However, I immediately instructed her, “Lick it with your mouth directly, it’s better that way and much easier.”

With an understanding nod, she leaned in towards my hardened cock. Stretching her tongue forward, she approached it like a lollipop, thoroughly coating every side of my penis cap with her saliva before drawing her head back.

Nonetheless, I was a few steps ahead, holding her head in place, and I gently instructed her once more, “Use your mouth from now on; it feels so much better.”

Silently, she leaned her head back in and devoured my scorching penis with enthusiasm, showing no hesitation. Her movements became more energetic as she bobbed her head in and out, folding my veiny penis with her tongue.

“SLURP~~” “SLURP~~”

“SLURP~~~”

To my surprise, she even took her time to give my scorching erect member a full 360-degree lick, showcasing her dedication to the act. ｂ𝚍ｎｏ𝚟ｌ.

As Sura continued with her mouth massage, I used this opportunity to think about how to introduce the rest of my women to the idea of giving me a blow job, making it a day-to-day routine, as I couldn’t possibly continue fucking them one by one once their pregnancies became obvious.

Meanwhile, my thoughts wandered back to the plan I’d use during the meeting concerning the newborns under Anara’s watchful care. Suddenly, I noticed Aunt Greta wearing a slight frown while observing Sura enthusiastically gobble and release my hardened throbbing member repeatedly

While I didn’t have to ponder too long about what she might be thinking, my attention was caught as my gaze drifted lower to her waist, where I saw her middle index finger rhythmically plunging in and out of her moist hairy vagina. At that moment, a solution dawned on me.

“Aunt Greta,” I called out to her, catching her attention as she immediately stopped fingering herself. Gesturing for her to come closer, I held onto Sura’s head and began to guide her on the amount of speed she should use when sucking my veiny penis and when to reduce her speed and intensity. I watched as Aunt Greta’s face immediately brightened up, and she stood up to her feet, walking towards me.