Chapter 11

Jane and Jenny thrived in their new environment. They thrived physically, emotionally and financially as their lovely bodies continued to develop and their beauty grew seemingly with every day.

But while all this was happening, Angela made sure that their minds developed as well. In addition to teaching them things of a sexual nature, she guided them in reading a wide variety of books which informed them on manners, dress, life in other countries, and politics.

"It is most important," she explained, "that in our profession, a woman be well versed in many subjects. Those who are not, survive only as long as their youthful beauty survives. After that, they become pitiful whores out in the streets peddling their arse for shillings and pence."

It was a strong message and had the desired effect on the young girls who knew that they would not stay young forever. They studied with diligence and both determined to follow the example of the other woman who, at almost forty, was stunningly beautiful and filled with a grace and dignity which would keep her young for some years yet.

As the word spread of the two delightful apprentices in Angela's establishment, more and more clients flocked to the house. Still, it was agreed that they would receive clients only in the afternoons and evenings so that the mornings would be free for study and training.

With such an arrangement, it is not surprising that their financial fortunes blossomed. Where they had been assured a minimum weekly income of fifteen pounds, there was rarely a week when their income failed to double that figure.

Some of the clients preferred Jane's younger, slimmer figure, but an equal number found their joy with Jenny who, while youthful and firm at twenty, boasted a slightly more fully blown figure with larger teats and bum cheeks to amuse them.

The girls were relieved to find too that many of their clients, unlike their first one, were young and beautiful women.

Because most of the clients liked to engage in conversation, they learned much about the function of women that was not to be found in books.

One of Jenny's favorite clients, and one of her most regular, was a woman in her mid thirties who boasted an angelic face and a beautiful body with strong, proudly held titties standing out firm and beautiful.

Each time she visited, she and Jenny would go into a small salon where there would be a bottle of sherry and two glasses.

They would strip naked at once, embrace and kiss, then, while waiting for passion to build slowly, would sit on the bed sipping sherry as they chatted.

The woman told that she was the wife of a churchman who was very prim and prissy about sexual matters.

"When he does get around to giving me a fuck," she told sadly, "it is the dullest and most revolting thing you could imagine."

"He goes into another room and strips before returning to our bedroom wearing a robe carefully tied. I think that he plays with himself there, because when he approaches me, I can see through the robe that his cock is hard.

"I must be lying in bed wearing my nightie. The room is then darkened completely and the shades drawn so that it is like a tomb. That is only appropriate for such a dead manner of fucking, I suppose," she added with a laugh.

"I hear him take off his robe. He is panting a little as he reaches for me in the dark. His hands touch me only enough so that he can find his way between my legs which must be parted wide enough to permit him between. but left flat on the bed.

"At once, he pushes his cock into me and proceeds to fuck me without a word of any kind. As soon as he shoots his juice into me, he gets off me and goes to the adjacent bed where he sleeps that night. Other nights, he sleeps in another room.

"As soon as he gets off me, I hurry to the bath and wash out my twat well to ensure that our dead marriage will produce no children. It infuriates him that I do not produce children, but it is my revenge and he will never find out what I do to ensure that my revenge continues."

At another time, the woman told how she turned to other women deliberately as the act that would be most contrary to her husband's stuffy outlook. That she found such enjoyment in the arms of other women was merely a bonus, a delightful one.

After such conversations, they would come together and begin to kiss and fondle each other. The woman wanted to learn every possible method for two women to share pleasure and Jenny had much to teach her.

Because of her constant repression at home, she enjoyed throwing herself into every sexual act with complete abandon to the delight of her paid partner.

Jenny, in fact, was so delighted with the woman that she once tried to refuse her fee. The woman was insistent though. Not only was she doing these wonderful things which would so horrify her husband, but her enjoyment was being paid for by his church stipend. The irony of that delighted her and, when she understood it, Jenny was delighted also.

Their sessions were always long and, since the fee was based in part on a time basis, well paying ones for Jenny. Usually, they would begin with the preliminary fondling arousing them to the point where they would fall to the bed together and suck each other off.

After that, they would rest and chat a little, then play any of a variety of games. The woman took a spanking well and cried nicely as Jenny colored her nicely formed arse with the palm of her hand, a paddle or a light strap.

She also administered a spanking nicely and there was never a session during which Jenny did not develop tingling, red bum cheeks.

Jenny taught her to ride and she loved that. They enjoyed many variations of that. She liked to have Jenny lie on her belly and ride her like a man, but when her turn came, she preferred to have Jenny lie on her side for it.

She would call Jenny by her husband's first name as she mounted her and parted the lips of her cunt so that her clitoris could rub Jenny's creamy white thigh as she rode back and forth.

While delaying her come as long as possible, she would pretend that Jenny was her husband and would talk to him in the filthiest language she could find. Jenny had aided her in this manner as well and broadened her ' vocabulary a great deal.

"Now Roger, you prim old cock sucker," she would pant as her cunny rubbed warmly along Jenny's thigh, "how do you like the feel of a real cunt on you. You're getting rubbed with a hot, slimy cunt, you bum fucker of little boys....

"No you limp prick, I shall not stop. Feel my horny cunt rubbing its juice all over you. Take some more you old bastard. When I finish this, I'm going to sit on your ugly face with my arse and cunt....

"I haven't washed my cunt for a week and I'm going to rub it all over your face and shove your nose right up my slit. Perhaps I'll put my arse hole to your mouth and shit in you like a dirty old toilet....

"After that, I'm going to take a strap and beat your white arse while you pull yourself off as you so enjoy. I shall make you jerk off on the floor, then have you get down like a dog and lick it up. Take my cunt you filthy beast. Take this ... and this ... and this...."

At this point, the pace of her rubbing would increase to a furious rate and she would wrap her thighs tightly around Jenny's as the come swept over her.

When it passed, Jenny would hold the lovely, tired woman with her face against her breasts and hear her tell how good it had been.

It was something Jenny did not have to be told. The heat of the woman's crotch would seem to stay on her thigh for a long time and Jenny was always boiling with passion as she comforted the woman.

Her turn would come when the woman recovered strength to turn her over and relieve the pressure by putting her pretty face into Jenny's crotch and sucking her off very nicely.

The woman's face was of such an angelic quality, that Jenny always told herself she was being lapped by an angel and it was wonderful and ensured that no matter how often she had come earlier in the session, the one she was then approaching would be the best of them all. It invariably was that.

They would never end their session until the cleric's wife was completely worn out and barely able to walk to her carriage.

Jenny wondered how she would explain her fatigue to her husband, but there too, her sense of humor served her well. Her husband believed her when she told him that she spent one afternoon each week doing acts of charity in an institution for wayward girls.

"After all," she smiled, "It is surely the truth, is it not?"