Village Head's Debauchery

Once I rose to my feet, I observed Grandma Ingrid wiping the remnants off her mouth. Shifting my attention back to the two women seated on the grass before me, I noticed the defeated expressions etched on their faces. My punishment, although not overly severe, had undoubtedly achieved its purpose.

“So, how was it?” I asked of both of them, before adding with a knowing tone, “Not very pleasant, I assume?” Answering my own question, I could see both Lyra and Grandma Ingrid nodding in agreement.

“To avoid such a situation in the future, I need you both to promise that you won’t engage in such silly fights or quarrels again,” I stated firmly, directing my gaze toward both Grandma Ingrid and Lyra simultaneously. “You’re practically like sisters now, and I won’t tolerate a repeat of today’s drama. Do I make myself clear?”

Lyra and Grandma Ingrid exchanged understanding nods, their expressions indicating that the lesson had been learned.

“We promise not to repeat such behaviour,” Lyra spoke up, releasing a lengthy sigh that showcased her exhaustion. “If any issues arise in the future, we’ll approach each other first and try to resolve things peacefully.”

Grandma Ingrid followed suit, adding, “I make the same promise as well.”

Smiling at the positive outcome, I turned to the side and noticed Fifi, fingering herself, with her tulga shifted slightly, revealing that she had remained in her position all throughout, attentively observing our interactions from start to finish.

Shifting my gaze further, I spotted Sura was engaged in a similar activity. She sat down, her legs spread wide as she moved her two index fingers in and out of her soaked valley. A glistening trail of her juices indicated that she had just experienced the same pleasure.

‘Looks like it’s going to be quite the night,’ I mused to myself as I approached Sura first. I squatted down in front of her, locking eyes. “You know, if you want me to penetrate you right now, then we could make it happen,” I suggested.

Sura shook her head with a chuckle and replied, “Haven’t I already told you? I’m waiting until after everyone gives birth. I’m not looking to get pregnant just yet.”

“Are you sure?” I asked once more, my intentions clear. It was one thing to offer help, but I was determined that no woman under my roof should suffer from sexual frustration. “You’re aware that I can penetrate you without the risk of getting pregnant, right?” I added.

Sura’s amusement danced in her expression as she responded, “And why would I need you to penetrate me without the chance of pregnancy?” She then shifted her gaze to Fiifi, who was assisting Lyra and Grandma Ingrid in getting back on their feet. “Even Fifi is still a little pestered that you won the bet yesterday without impregnating her. So, if you’re looking for someone to penetrate tonight, it should be her.”

Sura leaned in and wrapped her arms around me, planting a kiss on my lips. Her tongue soon slipped into my mouth, and our tongues danced together, mingling our saliva. As she pulled back, traces of my saliva lingered on her lips, and she withdrew her face.

“I’m okay with this arrangement for now,” she said, stretching her body as she rose to her feet. “Aunt Greta will teach me how to mix the herbs tomorrow. When she gets too pregnant to move easily, Grandma Meldra and I will take over the tasks. So, I need to sleep early and wake up for the training,” she added, walking toward the hut. “And you, my husband, better get some rest too since you have to go to training with Ursa tomorrow.”

Her voice trailed behind her as she pushed the door open, looking back one last time to smile at me before disappearing inside and closing the door.

Meanwhile, I kept my gaze fixed on the door for a few minutes, a weary smile playing on my lips. “That girl is something else,” I murmured.

At this juncture, if Sura remains committed to her decision until the end, I’ll make sure she relishes these upcoming months before I take her virginity, and even after she’s become pregnant. And I have no doubt that the other women will also be there for her during that time, ensuring she’s well taken care of.

However, to be on the safe side, I’ll still need to have a conversation with my mother about this, to make sure that Sura’s dedication doesn’t go unnoticed.

Glancing to the side, I observed Fifi struggling to support both Lyra and Grandma Ingrid as they attempted to walk forward. Chuckling in amusement, I approached them and intervened as Fifi’s frustration led her to try to lift Lyra onto her broad muscular shoulders. I suggested that Fifi take Lyra inside while I helped Grandma Ingrid.

Seeing the discontent on Lyra’s face as she was carried like a sack of fruits, I stifled a laugh. Beside me, Grandma Ingrid expressed her gratitude with a relieved smile, “Thank you. I definitely didn’t want to be carried like that.”

Well, she was only lucky that Lyra’s turn came before hers. Nevertheless, I said, “Come on, let’s get you inside,” as I lifted her left arm on my shoulders and secured my hand around her waist. Confirming that my fingers slid under her tulga and grabbed onto a substantial portion of her fleshy ass cheeks, I used it as support to steady her and helped her move forward a bit.

Though we moved a bit more slowly than Fifi and Lyra, likely because I had parted her butt cheeks and had spent time exploring the area around her ass hole, I couldn’t resist the temptation to stop after making such a discovery.

Likely for the same reason, I couldn’t resist sucking Alya off to make her squirt quickly.

My goal has always been to bring my women to the highest level of pleasure they can achieve, and what better way to accomplish that than to make use of their weaknesses?