There is time enough for you to take a little pleasure

The War Mother always warned you that giving in to your desires was a slippery slope and oh, how slippery your slope is!

You look the watchman in the eye and settle your firm bottom back down on the bench. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you slowly raise your gown up and over your knees. You spread your thighs apart and expose the soft fabric of your underclothes. Your lips curl into a moan of pleasure as you lightly caress your aching mound.

"I might be persuaded to stay a little longer," you say, "if I could be satisfied."

The watchman's big chest shakes with laughter. "And I believed your vows of chastity were real!"

Your cheeks redden and your nose wrinkles in anger. You sit up straight and snap your knees shut.

"I'll have you know those vows are real! I'll not give you the pleasure of sticking that filthy...thing inside me."

"Sweet sister, it's already been washed in your mouth." He raises his hands to stop you from another outburst. "But you're right. There are ways to satisfy that little ache without betraying your goddess. Let me show you what an old man has learned in his years on the watch."

He grunts as he drops to his knees and pushes your knees apart again. Your eyes go wide and you yelp with surprise as he presses his face roughly against your sex and loudly inhales your scent through your knickers.

You squirm on the bench, lifting your butt from the seat just long enough for him to remove the underwear that you put on only moments ago. You watch the way he studies your red-thatched cunt. It makes the heat even more pronounced to know he is staring at your naughtiest bits and smelling the musk of your arousal.

"Gods, look at that slit," chuckles the watchman. "Fresh as a summer peach. I'm sure as sweet. Let's have a taste."

"Oh!" you cry before the watchman's tongue even touches you. When it does it is like a finger of wet heat pressing at your slit and trailing around it. He clamps his mouth over your clit and sucks quite hard, making you yelp and squirm on the bench. When he finally relents, the watchman grabs your legs and pulls them over his broad shoulders. His tongue invades your virgin cunt, though he does not press past your maidenhead. He gives you hot, shallow licks that dip in just enough to sample your honey.

His fingers squeeze your mound and his tongue caresses your glistening lips. He laps heavily at your clit and returns to sucking at it. Your first orgasm is short and sharp, you second is a rippling, luxuriating pleasure that spills out from your soaking cunt and has you arching your back and thrusting your slippery groove against the watchman's face. A mixture of his spit and your girlcum slicks your thighs, decorates his lips and chin, and trickles down over your clenching asshole.

"Ohhh, love, your cunt is so sweet. A nice pucker too. Let's have a dessert of that."

The watchman lowers his face again and before you can react his tongue his wriggling up your ass. The thought of someone sticking their tongue there is... well... you can hardly believe how good it feels. You reach down and play with the straining bud of your clit as the watchman buries his tongue up your ass.

Your third orgasm breaks through you, your back arching even more and your pert breasts quivering with the waves of your contractions. The watchman's tongue finally leaves your asshole and he immediately buries it in your mouth, kissing you and forcing you to taste your ass and the copious girlcum smeared on his lips.

You do not hold back. You pull him against you, stroking his thinning hair and kissing him loudly and lustily. You want his cock so bad. You can feel it throbbing in his trousers, pressing against your wet slit as he kisses you. There can be no holding back now. You must have it!