Village Head's Debauchery
chapter-326

While at the front, the hem of her short gown covered her vagina lips, obscuring my view, while her legs were also spread apart like Lyra's, as she attempted to maintain her balance while squatting.

'Beautiful,' I mused inwardly, my hand pressing against the bulging portion of my tulga to draw their gaze and show the length of my still growing shaft, all the while contemplating a fitting punishment for them.

Of course, I wasn't about to jerk myself off right in front of four beautiful and incredible women. While I had entertained the idea of Sura using her newfound skills from Aunt Greta to assist me, I opted to postpone that idea for later and let the two ladies in front of me handle the situation.

"You see how hard the two of you have made me," I said as I rose from my spot. Their eyes snapped wide open at my remark. Although Grandma Ingrid's expression quickly regained its composure, Lyra's face retained a hint of disbelief as she questioned, "We made you hard... with our bodies?"

I nodded my head at her words, "Of course, you made me hard with your bodies, just look at it." I responded, using my right hand to cover it up before I proceed to stroke it forward, stopping in front of her, I allowed my throbbing penis to be pointed in front of her face and continued, "If you still don't believe me then you can go ahead and touch it."

Lyra took a deep gulp of saliva, letting it slide down her throat as she stretched her hand upwards and allowed her palm to graze the veiny surface of my shaft.

It throbbed lightly under her touch until she quickly retracted it, raising her head and experiencing a new wave of understanding. While I wasn't aware of the thoughts crossing her mind, I was certain that her greater understanding... the allure of their full-figured, voluptuous bodies wasn't repulsive but appealing to me, more than enough to make my penis stand and rigid, unlike the other men in the village.

Shifting my attention to Grandma Ingrid, I posed a question, "And what about you? Would you like to verify it yourself?"

Our eyes met before she lowered her gaze and tiredly shook her head. "No, I'm confident you're telling the truth."

Her response wasn't particularly surprising, as I could tell that she had already gleaned insights about my character through discussions with the other women in the hut. Furthermore, given the fact that I had already sucked her off and fucked her during our last session, her answer was quite predictable.

With a nod, I was on the verge of instructing them to get on all fours so that I could spank them. However, a memory of my mother's stern gaze and her displeasure when I spanked her in front of Gina made me reconsider my plan. I wasn't sure how they would react, particularly in the presence of Fifi and Sura.

Recognizing their maturity despite their occasional childish behaviour, I knew I needed to find a nonviolent solution to the issue.

With a thoughtful expression, I pondered the situation. Since physical force wasn't an option, my mind turned to an alternative. Kneeling before Lyra, I briefly entertained the amusing image of Grandma Derry and Lyra conspiring together. Shaking off the idea, I silently hoped such a scenario wouldn't occur.

And if it did, I could only hope it wasn't a plan for mischief.

Meeting Lyra's gaze, I knelt before her and spoke, "I want you to maintain that position while I penetrate you." Pausing for emphasis, I continued, "And if you happen to lose your balance, you'll find yourself responsible for washing everyone's clothes, sweeping the hut, and cleaning the plates for quite a while."

Shifting my gaze to Grandma Ingrid, I made it clear that my words applied to her too. Redirecting my attention to Lyra, I observed her widening eyes as the punishment sank in.

She heaved a resigned sigh and nodded, a hint of defeat in her expression. "Alright," she agreed, before her lips curled in a slightly self-deprecating plea. "Even though we do deserve it, take it easy on us..... please," she requested, accompanied by a soft, faint sigh.

Regardless, I placed my palms on both of her thighs and slid my fingers all the way down to her inner thighs, touching her tulga. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I proceeded to insert a few fingers between her butt hole, while I massaged her clit with my throbbing penis between my fingers, with my other arm.

I don't know if she predicted that she would be unable to withstand the upcoming hammering. Nevertheless, I couldn't let such a thing slide. After feeling her vagina lips getting wetter and realizing that she was also sensitive to my touch, I slowly inserted my veiny penis deep into her pink-folded inner lips.

Feeling her body starting to collapse onto me, I pinched her buttocks, making sure she maintained her position. With a grin, I added, "You can't lean on me either."

She nodded her head in understanding and proceeded to hold both of her thighs with her two hands, as I immediately slammed the remaining half my throbbing member into her depths.

"PAHH!!

Taking it out again, I thrust it back in with a wet and satisfying "pahhh," I carefully adjusted the force of my thrust – not too hard to push her down, yet not too soft to make it seem like I was taking pity on her.

With another "PAH," I withdrew my engorged penis and thrust it in once more, making sure that I stirred her insides by moving gently. A smile played on my lips as I observed her legs vibrating in response.

Noticing my smile, Lyra quickly bit her lips and tensed her legs, heightening the sensations deep inside her drooling vagina as I thrust in and out with a bit more force.

Witnessing her commitment to seeing this through, I inwardly acknowledged her efforts with a nod, realizing that maintaining her position while a thick veiny penis penetrated her wasn't an easy feat.

"Pahh!!"

"Paahh~~~"