Something Better

by Ozmanga

Chapter 5 Thursday to Tuesday

3,492 words

Thursday morning dawned wet and windy. The christening went ahead as planned but the weather was so bad Gladys was unable to see what was happening in the Manse and took no pictures of birds, feathered or fleshy. 

That morning Mary endured another couple of Pip's "doubles". The first was when the rapists forced both of their cocks into her vagina at the same time. The youths made a game of it. There was no foreplay. Mary was stretched on the kitchen floor on her back with Pip on her left and Byron on her right. Pip rammed his thick cock into Mary's lubricated cunt. Byron pretended to be offended Pip that had taken his turn with the whore and struggled to insert his longer erection. She was stretched and it hurt. Despite her screams and pleas for them to stop the cousins fucked her until they came, one after the other, then beat her with their leather belts for failing to obey instructions. Afterwards the young men bent her over the kitchen table and, when they were ready, they did the same thing again, only doggy fashion, Byron behind and below his cousin.

When Jeremy returned from his clerical duties he found his wife kneeling on the kitchen floor trying to fellate both uninvited guests at once. All three were naked. Her thighs were streaked with drying jism. She held both shafts and was trying without much success to pump and suck both heads. She was trying make noises indicating she was ecstatic about the arrangement. He watched, appalled, as first Pip came on her face and in her long blonde hair and then Byron who shot his heavy load onto her naked breasts. 

Mary said, "Thank you, sirs," in an hollow voice that signified exhaustion.

Jeremy went to assist his wife to get up and go to the bathroom to clean up but Pip stopped him.

"The whore hasn't come. Now she's gonna masturbate. Rub those slime-covered tits, bitch. Let's see those nipples swell. Tell us how you like it."

Mary regarded him balefully.

"Oh, Philip," Mary sighed falsely. "And Byron, you're both so masterful and strong. Thank you for fucking me." 

She looked from one naked youth to the other. One hand slid over her slippery tits while the other lightly stroked her swollen pussy. "Ooh," she said quietly. "I love it when you're both inside me at the same time." She panted as she appeared to do what she had been ordered to. "Two big, throbbing cocks filling me with hot come," she closed her eyes and pretended to approach her climax. "Ooh," she crooned. Then a series of short sharp "Ah's"

"My pussy  my mouth  and next time " Mary's voice changed from the soft purr she had been using to a harsh screech. "Oh Oh but if you try to force them both up my ass at the same time I'll split. You'll kill me, you sadistic psychopathic young thugs."

Pip scowled and reached for his belt but Jeremy stepped in front of him.

"You have gone too far young man. This brutal game has to stop now."

For a moment Pip's temper flared and he reached for his knife. Then his rage died and he conceded that perhaps Jeremy was right and it was time to go softly with his "whore" and her husband if he and Byron were to achieve their aim. The old queer is right, he thought. It's been fun breaking Mary. But it's time to consolidate. To settle in to the village. We'll make friends  Chat up Agnes and her sidekick Gladys. Get to know those two cheeky little cunts from the farm up the valley. Maybe visit their Momma and Poppa. In the meantime use Mary to earn us a few dollars to fund the operation and buy some candy.

"Yeah," said Pip. "Get her cleaned up. I'll get lunch. Then I'll tell you what we're going to do tomorrow.

***
"No," said Jeremy firmly. "Mary stays here or I call the police and damn the consequences." They were all four sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee made by Byron.

"Even if one of those consequences is you bleeding to death in your cellar?" snapped Pip.

He wouldn't dare, thought Jeremy, Would he? "Even so," said the Reverend Jones primly.

"It's no big deal, vicar," said Byron, nervously. He knew his cousin was quite capable of carrying out the threats he had made to the vicar's manhood."We book into a top hotel in the city. Nothing sleazy. Place a discreet ad in the Adult Services column of the classifieds. Something like, 'Seven diamond beauty-consultant in town for short visit. Hourly audiences. Sat-Sun only. Phone  a disposable cell phone number.' We would bring her back on Monday morning. Pip and me would vet the tricks and be on hand to stop any nastiness."

"I'm quite inured to nastiness," said Mary. She had bathed and was wrapped in a soft toweling bathrobe. She was surprised that she felt only mildly concerned at Pip's plan to prostitute her. Perhaps I really am just 'fuck meat', she thought. The idea of being sold by these two louts did not send her into a panic.

"But why?" asked Jeremy. "I thought your treatment of Mary was the result of an excess of youthful hormones and a way of taking revenge on me. Now it seems you want to market her charms not enjoy them in your own disgustingly rough manner."

"It's the money, stupid," said Pip."Do you know how much a top-rate hooker can earn in a hour?" 

Jeremy shook his head.

"Upwards of $5,000. Of course that's toward the top end of the scale. We couldn't ask that for Mary just yet but she'll fetch a good price, believe me Specially if we get her to a beautician and hairdresser on Saturday afternoon. No need for new clothes. She's got some nice stuff in her wardrobe including some very sexy underwear. You probably didn't notice."

Jeremy shifted uncomfortably on his chair. He hadn't noticed.

"How much money do you expect your proposed weekend jaunt to the city to raise, given expenses for hotel, gas, visit to beauty-salon and hairdresser?" asked Jeremy. "I presume you have done some sort of cost/benefit analysis."

"At least $6,000 to $8,000 depending on the number of tricks she pulls," said Pip without hesitation. "Do you want to see my calculations, vicar?"

Jeremy nodded and took the notebook Pip had placed on the table in front of him. The vicar scanned the page of notes and figures for a minute and then looked up.

"I will give you $7,000 for my wife's services this weekend," he said.

"No, Jeremy!" said Mary "I told you not to offer them "

"It's only money," said Jeremy. "Well, Pip, do we have a bargain?"

The young rapist toyed with the idea. A sure-fire no-risk $7,000 against an uncertain and tricky operation with, potentially, slightly higher profit, he thought.

"Yeah. Okay with you Byron?" 

The older youth smiled and nodded.

"Why not," said Pip. "I want a cash check made payable to Philip Brown dated Friday and she's all yours from when we leave tomorrow morning to Monday breakfast. We'll visit some friends in the city. Do some shopping. We will bring you back a big black dildo, Mary and some pep-pills for you, vicar."

Neither of the Jones's spoke.

"Now," said Pip standing up and stretching. "Both of you strip naked. Bend over the table. You may hold hands. It's time for a little celebratory sodomy."

***
When the cousins had departed Mary and Jeremy again talked about what they could do to get rid of the pair permanently. Mary thought that it was now clear that youthful high-spirits and inflamed libido was not the only things driving the pair. They wanted  wanted something else, not necessarily something better.

"First they debauch their victims Rosalie and her boyfriend, Teddy and his mother, me and you then they prostitute them. When I called them white-slavers they looked positively pleased. I think they would turn the Manse into a brothel if they could see a way to making it possible," Mary pronounced.  Jeremy sadly agreed with her.

Pip and Byron did not return on the following Monday morning and for one happy day Jeremy and Mary hoped their uninvited guests had found something better in the city. When the pair did return on Monday night, hung-over and crapulous, they went straight to bed without touching either the vicar or his wife.

Pip and Byron were still sleeping off the excesses of their weekend in the city on Tuesday morning when Jeremy left for the Parish Council meeting and Mary took the Toyota into Shepsville to shop. She again met Gladys in the parking lot. The older woman was disappointed to find Mary dressed respectably in blouse and skirt with her bosom safely fettered by a bra. Gladys asked after the "young visitors" and was gratified to hear they had only just returned from a visit to their relatives in the city. She decided to pay a surprise visit to the Manse, camera in hand, as soon as she finished at the store. Gladys was certain that she would soon get evidence to show Mary Jones was a wanton and an adulteress who should be whipped through the village as an example to others.

Pip was up and about when Mary returned to the house with the shopping. Her heart dropped when she saw he was holding a large black plastic dildo of the sort designed to stimulate the clitoris while vibrating like a jack-hammer inside the vagina. He helped Mary put the shopping away then told her to get upstairs and get out of her "vicars-wife outfit". She did as she was bid and when she was naked demonstrated for Pip and his cousin the effectiveness of the gift Pip had bought. She didn't have to fake a climax. The dildo was very well designed and the soft plastic was kinder to her bruised pussy than Pip's rigid-veined hardness or Byron's smooth length. She watched the two young men stroke their cocks while she pleasured herself to orgasm then she put aside the vibrator and offered herself to them.

When they had finished fucking her Byron, still naked and wet from his shower, went with her to her wardrobe to select an outfit "fit for a whore". He found two pair of jodhpurs. The summer-weight pair was made of tan stretch Lycra and fit Mary like a thin coat of latex. Without panties the material molded itself to her smoothly shaved pudendum revealing swollen, slightly parted, labia. From behind she looked naked. "Very sexy. You can play Madam Lash when Jeremy gets home," said Byron. "Put your boots on and spurs too if you've got them." 

"Where do you ride, Mary?" he said sounding genuinely interested as she slipped into her second best pair of rubberized riding boots and slotted the spurs into the boxes on the heels.
Before she could answer she heard a voice call from the kitchen, "Hello! Is anyone there?"

"Bloody nosy Gladys!"she hissed and struggled into the first top she laid her hands on. It was the abbreviated halter that covered only the top two thirds of Mary's superb breasts. 

"Yes. Wait down there, Gladys." said Mary carefully descending the stairs so her spurs didn't trip her up. "I was just looking for my riding crop. But I think I left it at the stables." 

Gladys thought for a moment she had caught Mary half-naked so smooth were the Lycra jodhpurs. She raised her camera and pressed the shutter button once. Gladys quickly realized her mistake and began to stammer out an excuse she had prepared should her confrontation with Mary fail to produce the required result.

"I'm sorry Gladys, but I was just going to take young Byron to Jefferson's Farm for an hour's riding before lunch. So unless your business is really urgent "

"No. It's not urgent, Mary. I'll be going."

"I see you have your camera with you," said Mary. "I thought for a moment you were taking my picture."

"Yes. No. I thought I saw a wren in the lane. They're quite rare these days"

Byron came down the stairs. "Are you sure it wasn't a pair of common tits?" he asked, grinning at Gladys' discomfort at the double entendre. 

He had dressed in record time in jeans, t-shirt and running shoes. He smiled broadly at the small woman and introduced himself. Gladys blushed and mumbled as Byron and Mary ushered her out of the Manse.

"Jefferson's Farm eh? Home of the sexy young twins. I thought I saw those two girls hanging around the gate this morning while you were shopping. How old are they?" asked Byron as he climbed into the Honda.
***

The day before Agnes had taken it upon herself to counsel the Jefferson twins on the unwisdom of flirting with strangers particularly young, male, colored strangers while skipping classes. The two about-to-be-eighteen year-olds had accepted her invitation to hot chocolate and cookies on the Rose Cottage veranda  after they discovered that Pip and his cousin had not yet returned to the Manse. The girls had managed to keep from giggling as Agnes mildly reproved them for their behavior with Philip in the churchyard the week before. The twins were dark haired, slightly-built, young women with big light-blue eyes and generous mouths. Their elfin good-looks were complemented by their graceful, dancer-like, movements. For some time they had wondered whether the rumors about Agnes' sexuality were true and had decided to test the widow of Rose Cottage. So, at first, they listened politely to her.

Agnes told them she would not, this time, talk to Samantha  their mother and they assured her with completely straight faces that they would listen to her sage advice. As they stood up to say goodbye Sandra or was it Sarah  kissed her cheek and "accidentally" touched Agnes' breast. Agnes froze. 

The girl didn't move her hand.

As her sister kissed Agnes' other cheek she reached down and lifted the hem of Agnes' dress. She caressed the soft flesh above the stocking top.

"We like you," said Sarah or was it Sandra as her hand reached Agnes' crotch. Her fingers pushed the thin cotton of Agnes' panties aside so she could pinch the widow's tight pussy-lips. "But if you say anything to anyone about me and my sister we'll claim you molested us." The fingers found the older woman's slit and pressed inside. Other fingers massaged her breasts. Agnes felt breathless and hot.

"We'll say you touched us like this." The fingers slid up and down Agnes slit. They found the bud of her clitoris and caressed it.

"No," said the widow.

"Yes. You're wet," said one young woman. "You want it!"

Agnes sobbed. "Please " she begged. 

"Her nipples are growing," giggled the other. "Let's get her inside."

The twins were efficient. Once inside the cottage Agnes was stripped bare and in under a minute was smothered with kisses and caresses. She could not resist the twins' soft onslaught and when they joined her, naked, on her queen-sized bed she did everything the two hot-blooded country girls demanded Agnes tongued their tight little pussies with their crowns of soft black hair until they climaxed. She sucked their growing breasts and tiny pink nipples and in return she rejoiced in one orgasm after another as they explored her willing body. Their expert fingers found her clitoris and nipples. Their lips probed her pussy and anus; lips and ears. They found a cucumber in the kitchen and used it as a dildo. After years of frustration Agnes felt liberated and flushed with satisfaction. The twins realized there was no need to threaten her further.

As the twins climbed back into their school uniforms Agnes dressed. "Don't worry my darlings," said Agnes. "I'll get the car and have you in school in no time at all."

***

"Seventeen," said Mary. "Going on thirty six. Turn left and then right at the crossroads. The farm is at the head of the valley. Their birthday is this week."

"They'll be over the age of consent then? Pip and me might go cherry picking."

Mary shrugged. I should be outraged at that suggestion, she thought. But if they spend some time fucking Sandra and Sarah they would spend less time fucking me and Jeremy.
 
"How often do you ride, Mary?" asked Byron.

"I used to ride most days until about two weeks ago," she replied. "The owners are Matthew Jefferson and his wife Samantha."

"Why did you stop?"

"I had a disagreement with Matthew. It's over now," said Mary. 

She remembered the day very well. She had been aware that Matt Jefferson had the hots for her for some weeks. But she had made friends with Samantha who she saw as a hard-working farmer's wife and wasn't about to spoil a budding friendship by sleeping with her man, no matter how keen he seemed. Mary herself was growing more horny by the day as she came to terms with her husband's low libido and his reluctant performance in bed. 


She had finished a hard hour's work-out in the riding school. Mary had groomed her horse and had put the saddle and bridle in the tack room when Matt came up behind her and very gently put his arms around her.

"You look good enough to eat," he whispered and his hands cupped her breasts as he kissed her neck. Mary had felt her legs begin to tremble as Matt dropped one hand onto her groin and pressed his long hard penis into the crack of her Lycra covered ass. There was a stall half full of clean straw a few yards from where they were standing.  Mary took a step towards the convenient nest. Then she looked up to see Samantha standing at the other end of the stable wearing a mask-like expression.  Mary froze but Matt continued to massage her breasts and groin.

"Don't worry Mrs Vicar. Sam likes to watch. Don't you dear?"

Mary had not waited for the reply but had pulled herself away from Matt's arms and had run to her car and driven off. 

Two weeks ago Samantha had called at the Manse. She was a petite woman with the same elfin face and big light-blue eyes as her daughters. She had brought Mary's account in person. Samantha said she hoped Mary would forgive Matt's forwardness and would continue to ride at Jefferson's Farm where she would always be welcome. Samantha said she missed their chats and besides, she grinned, the riding fees were welcome supplements to the farm's income. Mary had intended to go riding sooner but the advent of Pip and Byron had made that impossible until today.

When they arrived at the farm Matthew made them both welcome. His eyebrows went up when he saw Mary's outfit. Her partially exposed breasts, the absence of panties and her clearly swollen pussy-lips excited him. She introduced Byron who regarded the big farmer with approval. 

Samantha came over to say hello. She too was startled to see the change in Mary's riding outfit but said nothing. She looked up at Byron with a calculating gaze. Her eyes widened.
"Don't I know you?" she asked.

Byron shook his head. He stared at her through narrowed eyes.

"No," he said sharply, then added, "I'd remember a pretty face like yours, Samantha."

Samantha gave him a knowing smile. "I'm sure," she said. "Are you the young man who mowed the church yard the other day? My daughters were full of praise for your style." She looked pointedly at his groin.

"No ma'am," Byron grinned back as he competently put bit and bridle on his assigned mount. "That was my little cousin Pip." He reached effortlessly for the saddle, swung it into position and quickly secured the girth strap. "But if you've a patch you would like me to trim "

Samantha laughed and Matthew said,"You cheeky young sod. Trim your own patch but perhaps you have. Mary's looking very fulfilled."

Mary and Byron rode for an hour or more before returning to the Manse. Mary complimented Byron on his horsemanship and asked him where he had learned to ride. "Mum's place," he said without thinking but when pressed for details he would not elaborate. Instead he told Mary that seeing her tits bounce up and down as she rode had given him a hard on and why the fuck didn't she have his cock in her mouth giving him some relief.

When they reached the Manse, Byron found Pip. He took his cousin to one side.

"Buddy, our little fuck-toy has just shown me Jefferson's Farm," he said. "It will indeed be something better. And you'll never guess who I saw there."

