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What soon appeared before the two woman’s eyes was exactly as Charlotte had planned, and what the young maid feared most. The innocent virgin had expected some playful and flirtatious meeting of Leonas and his tarts. Instead, she turned the corner leading to the secluded alcove seeing Lena, Jontile and her fiancé fornicating in the buff. She stood some minutes with her face concealed by vines, peering into the scene as the pair of sluts were crouched over a reclining Leonas, stroking their brown and milk-white breasts against the man’s rising stalk. Then they alternately took his purple head deep in their mouths and sucked along the sinewy muscle of his shaft. Giggling, they changed places with the other woman moving to Leonas’ face where, straddling his head, she pressed her pussy to his mouth.
Having been guarded from seeing such blatant lewdness, the shocked Rosaura seemed frozen and unable to move from the site. Even when Charlotte tugged her sleeve, she wouldn’t move. “My dear, you should not be seeing this,” Charlotte whispered.
“Yes, but now I know.” She looked as though she were in a trance.
“Then, it is enough.”
“Surely,” she whispered absently. She still didn’t move.
“Rosaura,” Charlotte said again, but the virgin wasn’t budging.
She watched in awe as the man she loved beyond all others rose to his knees, and positioning the flirts so their fanny ends were facing him, took turns violating their lovely behinds. Not only did he scour their wet pussies; he took fingers, greasing them with spices and pressed them to their nether holes in preparation for a deeper dive in pleasure. One to the other and back again, between four holes, the beastly feast proceeded. All three were cawing and squawking like birds at dawn, far too lost in lust to care who might be hearing or peeping at their clandestine debauchery. Leonas climaxed with vigor, punching his enlivened member into Lena’s ass first. Then, even as he shot his cum, he turned away from her plump ass and stuffed his thing into Jontile’s channel for the finish.
“Ah, you deflower me so,” Lena wilted limply to the bed looking like a droopy rose, while Jontile lay nearly in a faint. The nobleman, as exhausted as his sluts, sprawled between them with an expression on his face so serene and beautiful one would have thought he’d touched the hand of God in these two flowers of feminine witchcraft.
“I must make this our last meeting,” he managed to whimper.
“Oh, yes, it will be his last!” the despondent and angry Rosaura exclaimed from her hiding place. She gathered her skirts in her hands and turned away from the scene with indignation billowing as ruffled as the hem of her dress.
“Please take care with yourself,” Charlotte followed her closely to comfort her grief.
“How could I be so dense that I did not see his duplicity!” the girl mourned.
“Men in this world are schooled for such things,” the older woman advised her. “Few ever pass the test of fidelity.”
“But he swore to me!”
“There are better men, Rosaura, I assure you.”
“But this was the one I wanted!”
“How true,” Charlotte agreed sadly bef
ore she continued their careful conversation. “My dear, you must see this for its virtue.”
“Virtue! That was the most contemptible, damnable, disgusting thing I’ve ever seen!”
How naïve, Charlotte mused to herself. “But now the speculation is over. You have your freedom from this blackguard. Have you any idea how many men yearn for you?”
Rosaura seemed immune to Charlotte’s consoling words, driving herself as fast as she could to her own home where she might repair her bruised feelings.
“I will be laughed at!” she cried as she reached the market. Charlotte stayed on her heels.
“But if you find another lover no one will laugh then—another, better lover. A man of some power, perhaps. And certainly more power than this foolish boy.”
“I can’t think of that now,” she shook her head adamantly.
“But you will. And I will counsel you.”
“No. Not today, madam,” she shook her off.
“Then tomorrow,” Charlotte pressed.
Rosaura didn’t reply, but slipped inside her door and out of sight.
The terrible deed was done.
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