Village Head's Debauchery

I instinctively raised an eyebrow at her words. Of course, I grasped the meaning behind her words, but executing them posed a dilemma. I certainly wasn't going to jerk or pump my member in front of them. However, contemplating a suitable response wasn't overly challenging, but just as I was about to reply, my attention was diverted by the village chieftess turning her head toward Ayla, who stood at the side. "Assist him, Ayla," she commanded, fixing her gaze upon her trusted servant. "Come closer and lean over so that he can use your vagina." With those words, she settled her leg back on the lap of another female servant who was diligently massaging her feet.

So, I swiftly turned my head backwards to catch Ayla's expression, observing the seriousness and deep understanding that adorned her face. "Alright," she responded, her gaze shifting towards me. She nodded in agreement before turning around, presenting her ample backside to me. With grace, she slowly bent down, raising her tulga with two breathtakingly sculpted cheeks facing me.

"You can use my vagina until you're ready to release." Ayla's voice reached me as she turned her head to the side, maintaining her bent position. "Just be careful when inserting your penis inside me," she added without a hint of hesitation. As her hand extended backwards, she firmly grasped both of her bountiful cheeks, pulling them apart sideways. The wide opening revealed two tantalizing holes, with one seemingly beckoning me, daring me to take the plunge.

Almost instinctively, I turned my head to gaze at the village chieftess the moment she uttered, "Ayla might not be the most attractive, but I trust that she would give her best to handle the job, so you only have to focus on releasing your semen and leave the rest to her." She paused momentarily, taking another bite of the kalna fruit, savouring the flavour before continuing. "Oh, and when you're done, you can withdraw and release it in her hands." Her finger pointed towards one of the female servants standing in proximity. "We certainly wouldn't want a young man's semen to go to waste."

I nodded in understanding and rose to my feet. Observing Ayla, who appeared older than my mother but slightly younger than Grandma Celia or the village chief, it was apparent that her fertility might not be at its peak, making it somewhat reasonable for the village Chieftess to stop me from indulging in wasting my semen by spilling it into Ayla's pink puffy vagina. However, I had no objections since I knew my semen would find its destination one way or another. As such, I turned around to face Ayla's spread cheeks, the anticipation building up within me.

"Please, be careful," Ayla's voice quivered with a touch of hesitation and fear, her gaze flickering towards my now unrestrained, throbbing penis, pointed directly at her.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful," I reassured, taking deliberate steps towards her. As I approached, I tantalizingly brushed my foreskin against her inviting vagina lips. Though she was slightly hairy, it didn't bother me. With a gentle yet determined motion, I gradually eased the other half of my shaft into her warm depths. Simultaneously, I firmly grasped her heavy ample buttocks, playfully dismissing her hands with a wave of mine.

As I firmly gripped her firm protruding butt cheeks and removed her hands, Ayla adjusted her posture, placing her hands on her knees. Eagerly anticipating my complete penetration, she widened her legs, creating a welcoming space for me. Without delay, I proceeded, driven by a mixture of anticipation and desire. With a muffled groan escaping my lips, I relentlessly tore through any obstructions hindering my progress within her inner walls. Finally, I achieved my goal, plunging my entire pulsating shaft into the depths of her mature vagina. The forceful collision of our flesh reverberated throughout the room, as if marking the intensity of our connection. As I began to withdraw slowly, the magnetic pull of her mesmerizing pink folded walls was undeniable, and I was irresistibly drawn back inside with another resounding "Pah—-".

'Damn! Is she a virgin or a woman over fifty?' I exclaimed inwardly, my thoughts betraying my astonishment. My hands firmly grasped Ayla's generous ass cheeks as I attempted to withdraw my gritty, veiny penis from her tight, narrow walls. With a resounding "plop~~," my scorching member finally emerged from her depths, but inadvertently, I had pulled out entirely, leaving no length inside her. Gasping for breath, I gathered myself before resuming my efforts. Suddenly, the voice of the village chieftess cut through the air, interrupting the moment. "If Ayla's lack of attractiveness is hindering your release, you can use one of my other servants' vaginas so that you can release quickly," she suggested, exhaling deeply as if she had anticipated such a turn of events.

However, I knew that if I were any other villager, I might have readily accepted her proposition. Fortunately, I wasn't that easily swayed. I shook my head in defiance and offered a brief response, "Don't worry, I can achieve release quickly with her." I observed a flicker of surprise in her widened eyes at my words. Without wasting a moment, I firmly grasped Ayla's beautiful protruding ass cheeks once again, preventing her from standing up, and with a sudden and decisive movement, I thrust my fully engorged penis inside her tight pussy in one swift motion.

"Uh~~" Ayla gasped sharply, taken aback by the sudden and forceful action. She quickly sealed her lips shut and resumed her previous bent position. However, I didn't pause to grant her time to compose herself, but rather to sense the overwhelming wetness and saturation of her inner walls. It was as if that single plunge had already unleashed an incredible flood. Without hesitation, I glanced downward to confirm my suspicions, my eyes fixating on the mesmerizing sight before me. Her vagina juices dripped onto the floor, each drop falling slowly like a leaking tap. Some of her vagina juices even cascaded down my tip and trickled onto my balls before finally joining the puddle on the ground.