Chapter 6
Alone in the big frightening city of London, the two girls were desperate. When they fled Jane's home in the quiet town of Basingstoke, it meant freedom and happiness. Now strangers and afraid, they realized that their escape would not be complete until they could achieve an adequate connection in the city which would provide them with food and shelter.
The farm boy had taken them right into the city instead of dropping them in Windsor. His second fuck of the day, with Jane that time, paid for their extended ride. One ride in exchange for another, as Jenny phrased it, seemed eminently fair.
He had dropped them in front of an Inn which looked quite comfortable, but travelling without money as they were, it may just as well have been the fanciest hotel in the city.
For a long time, they stood outside the door wondering what they could do next. The only decision they reached was that they could not stand on the sidewalk all night talking. Shortly after that, Jenny mustered the courage to approach the innkeeper.
They found him at the end of the bar and were relieved to see that he was alone, and wore a gentle, almost timid expression. In quiet desperation, Jenny pleaded their case.
The man listened in discomfort, as if embarrassed. When she finished, he informed them that he would speak to his wife on the matter.
Stepping to the nearby doorway, he called out and in a moment, a woman appeared. She was neither gentle or timid. She looked to be just what she was, the absolute ruler of the gentle little man.
He relayed the girls' story and the woman glared at them in a hostile manner so that both were ready to run rather than await a rough, insulting rejection. Not even bothering to reply to her husband, the woman turned toward Jenny and Jane.
"I know nothing of your manners or morals and will not have two pretty young runaways in my home," she said as she looked toward her husband in a way which made her meaning very clear.
"However, I cannot turn you away at this time of evening. You will be given food and a bed for the night. In the morning, you will leave. Do you accept that?"
"Oh yes, Madam," Jenny replied with feeling. "That is most generous of you and we shall repay you when we have the money."
"There's no need for that. Come now, sit at a table and we shall feed you. When did you eat last?"
"Yesterday," Jane answered weakly and was surprised that they had gone the entire day without eating.
Looking startled, the woman walked away from them and left the room. She returned before long with two steaming bowls of beef broth and instructed them to take that first so their stomachs would be prepared for solid food later.
It was really too hot to take immediately, but the sight and smell of it was so overpowering, that they fell on it at once and began to devour it greedily. It burned their tongues and throats, but they didn't care.
When they finished, the man came to take away their plates. As he bent over the table, he signalled Jenny with his eyes and whispered to her.
"In the morning, go to the Inn of the Rising Sun. It's up the street at the top of the bill."
With that, he was gone with the plates and the girls looked at each other in surprise. He had taken the chance of his wife spotting him whispering to them, so, they reasoned in a hushed conversation, his advice was surely sound.
Food arrived in a little while, generous portions of chicken stew with fluffy dumplings and they ate ravenously until both plates had been emptied.
After that, they were given tankards of light ale by the woman and it provided the perfect conclusion to a hearty meal.
After they finished, the woman led them upstairs to the room that was to be theirs. It was roomy enough, clean and had a wide bed, a dresser, a chair and a chamber pot.
The girls undressed at once, as the woman instructed them to, and did not mind that she stayed as they did. It seemed likely to both of them that the woman would want to be paid in a different way for her hospitality, but again, she fooled them.
Seeming to devour their nude forms with her eyes, she told them to get in bed. When they had done so, she drew the sheet up over them, said good night and walked out of the room closing the door behind her.
Jenny and Jane looked at each other in confusion. Neither could offer an explanation of the woman's strange conduct in wanting to watch them undress, view their naked bodies with such obvious desire, then leave without doing a thing.
"Perhaps," jenny suggested, "she will come back to visit us in the night."
"If she does," Jane replied with a smile, "and expects to find a couple of innocent country girls, she is due for a surprise."
They joined in a hearty laugh as they discussed how the two of them would service her in any way she wanted and more ways than she probably knew about.
Although both would have thought they were too tired to do anything that night, their conversation so aroused them that they turned in the bed, each pressed a mouth to a cunny and they sucked each other off.
After that, they fell asleep almost at once with the sheet kicked well away from their feet.
They were not aware when, late in the evening after the inn was closed for the night, the innkeeper's pleadings and arguments were answered and his wife silently opened their door.
She held a lamp in her hand as they approached the bed where the tired girls were lost in a deep sleep. Jenny lay on her side and slightly on her tummy so that her luscious arse and thighs were beautifully presented. The woman held the lamp low so that the man could crouch by the bed and peer between the thighs of the sleeping beauty. When his wife tapped him on the shoulder, he got up and they went quietly around the bed to view the other girl.
As if she had known she was going to be admired during the night. Jane slept on her back with her legs parted and her left knee bent. The man had a long, exciting look at her pink cunny before he allowed his eyes to move over the rest of her beauty.
When his wife began pushing him away, he paused to steal a final look at Jane's twat. then, reluctantly, he allowed the big woman to lead him from the room.
They went directly to their room where they hurriedly stripped naked. Her big titties and arse cheeks seemed to dance and bounce impatiently as she waited for her husband to finish stripping.
He did eventually, and his cock snowed promise of good things to come. They came together on the bed and began to fondle each other with great excitement.
Henry, as a rule, was an inadequate fucker. So much so, in fact, that there were times when his big, sexy wife almost had to rape him in order to get even a little, barely satisfying fuck.
But this night, he was a different man, not at all like his usual forty-three year old self. Forgetting the difference in their size, he rolled her all over the bed as he sucked her teats, kissed her arse and cunt and finally, when she screamed for it, jabbed an unusually stiff cock into her wet, horny slit and fucked her royally. She came as she had never come before and Henry was a very proud man when his gun stopped firing and he knelt over her looking down into the face of his well satisfied wife.
Before falling asleep, she considered keeping the girls at the inn to keep her husband excited, but practicality told her that there would be too many chances for Henry to get at them and he would soon see her for what she was, an old and flabby woman.
She reconfirmed her previous decision that in the morning, the girls would go.
As she drifted into sleep, she imagined herself in the bed with the two of them. They were both awake and awakened.