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 Something Better

   by Ozmanga

   Chapter 4 Tuesday afternoon - Wednesday night

   3,145 words

   Pip allowed Mary to keep on wearing the yellow dress when they returned
from their shopping expedition.  Which was just as well because the vicar's
wife had an unexpected visitor that Tuesday afternoon.

   Mary heard the visitor's footsteps on the path leading to the kitchen
door just in time.  Pip was fucking her doggy fashion against the kitchen
table, her skirt lifted to expose her round backside.  She snarled at Pip
to stop and take himself, and his rampant cock, off to warn Jeremy and
Byron in the study.  Pip didn't argue.  The young woman managed one quick
wipe of her pussy with a tissue before Agnes Doonside of Rose Cottage
knocked at the door.

   "Hello Mary," said Agnes.  She was a slightly plumper, prettier, version
of her friend Gladys Wilson same brown hair and eyes and thought by some of
the villagers to be gay despite her marriage to the late Lerner Doonside.
"I remembered I promised you some basil seedlings at the last Auxiliary
meeting.  I hope my dropping in isn't inconvenient?"

   "Not at all, Agnes," said Mary."Do come in," she smiled, smoothing down
the turned-up hem of her dress."Thank you for the seedlings.  I'll plant
them out tomorrow.  Would you like tea?  coffee?  A glass of wine?"

   Agnes, knowing the vicar had a good cellar, opted as she usually did for
wine.

   Later, sitting comfortably at one of the tables in the garden with a
glass of chilled Chardonnay and a plate of cookies Agnes asked about the
"young visitors".  Mary stuck to the story that Pip had outlined.  She said
Jeremy had agreed to take in two youths from the city at the successful
completion of their rehabilitation to give them a taste of country living.

   "How kind of the vicar," said Agnes."We are lucky to have him.  Such a
generous man.  I believe he had some kind of nervous breakdown in his city
parish before he came here.  It's an ill wind "

   "Yes.  He's quite recovered now," said Mary hastily.  "Another cookie,
Agnes?"

   "But it must be quite a burden for you, my dear.  Two strapping young
men with healthy appetites.  I hope you can satisfy them," she said slyly.

   "I hope so too," said Mary.  She could feel wetness between her
thighs."They do eat a lot." Surely she doesn't suspect what is happening,
Mary thought.

   Agnes chatted about this and that as she sipped her wine and nibbled on
a cookie.  After a short time she leaned forward and reached to touch Mary.
For a moment Mary thought Agnes was about to grope her heavy bosom but
Agnes merely touched the younger woman's hand.

   "I hope you won't think I'm being rude, Mary," said Agnes, dropping her
voice."But you really should wear a bra with that dress, my dear.  You
could give your young visitors quite the wrong idea.  Particularly young
men of color.  They are more easily roused and less able to curb their
desires than folk like us of anglo stock."

   Before Mary could come up with a response Jeremy appeared with Byron in
tow.  Introductions were made and Mary was able to leave her husband to
chat with Agnes and a quietly amused Byron and escape into the house.

   *** "I agree with you, Gladys," said Agnes later that evening.  "There
is something going on at the Manse.  Jeremy looked pale and sick and Mary,
in that yellow dress, looked like the cat that ate the cream.  No bra and
I'm certain no panties.  She wasn't quite quick enough to pull the hem down
when she sat.  And those boys well young men really so muscular and vital.
I wouldn't be surprised if one or perhaps both "

   "Quite, Agnes dear.  Should we alert the bishop?" said her friend.

   "I don't think so.  Not yet.  Perhaps we ought to keep a close eye on
the two young men and Mary.  Surely the vicar would not tolerate a blatant
sexual relationship under his own roof?  We must be careful not to see evil
where none exists but also be ready to warn Bishop Carmine of any potential
scandal," said Agnes.  "I can see the vicar's house from my veranda with my
binoculars.  If we had a telescope "

   "Leave it to me.  I have a camera with a telephoto lens that will do the
job and hopefully give us a record of any wrong-doing we may detect,"said
Gladys.  She felt the warm glow of righteous satisfaction at the prospect
of catching Mary Jones committing adultery.  Cheeky young trollop, she
thought, I'll teach you for snatching the eligible Reverend Jeremy Jones
from under my nose.  And I'll be waiting to comfort him after the
inevitable scandal and subsequent divorce.

   ***

   After the evening meal Byron made Mary, still wearing the yellow dress,
spread her legs and bend over to grip her ankles.  The dress rode up and
revealed the lower half of her shapely buttocks and her swollen pussy lips.

   "Just as well you didn't drop anything while Agnes was here," he
said."Jeremy tells me the villagers think she's a lezzo.  If you'd bent
down, she'd have been up that tasty twat like a rat up a drain-pipe."

   As he unfastened his belt and let his jeans fall to the floor the big
youth ordered Jeremy to "warm her up" by licking her slit and clitoris. 
Jeremy hastened to obey and was soon on his hands and knees lapping at his
wife's exposed cunt.  Mary made appreciative noises mainly to annoy the
youths but also to encourage her husband who, with the exception of the
previous night and some half-hearted fumbling in the dark during the last
three months, had little experience of sex with women.  He was more
competent to give Byron's long cock a preliminary blow job and then, when
Byron slid his erection slowly into Mary's cunt, to take the rapist's balls
in his mouth and massage them with his tongue.

   Jeremy was kicked aside when Byron began his final frenzied in-out,
in-out, that made Mary scream and beg him to stop.  The vicar crouched on
the floor and was ordered back between her legs only after Byron had
withdrawn and there was a good quantity of viscous fluid to clear away.

   "Don't straighten up, whore" said Pip."You didn't do what I told you to
do, did you?"

   "No," sobbed Mary.

   "You didn't try to fuck Byron back.  You didn't fake a climax.  I ought
to beat your ass.  I would like to do that.  But I'll let your pussy eating
partner have the pleasure.  Get up Jeremy.  Take off your belt.  Give her
six of the best."

   Jeremy struggled to his feet.  He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his
jacket.

   "No," he said.  "I can't.  I won't."

   Pip reached into his pocket for the flick knife.  The blade flashed as
it clicked into place.  Byron grabbed Jeremy's arms from behind.  The older
man seemed paralyzed with fear.  Pip reached for Jeremy's belt and undid
it. Pip pulled the belt out of the loops and the vicar's cotton slacks fell
to the ground.  They were shortly followed by the remains of his boxer
shorts as Pip demonstrated his skill with the knife and its incredible
sharpness.

   "Which testicle shall I remove first you stupid old shirt-lifter?  The
left, or the right?"

   "No!" screamed Mary.  "Jeremy, do as he says.  Beat me!"

   For a moment no one moved.

   "Beat me," begged Mary again.

   "Do it," said Pip, offering Jeremy the belt he had taken .  "Hell, she
might even enjoy it.  Some whores do."

   Byron released Jeremy's arms and slapped his naked rump.  "Make her
howl, vicar," he said.

   Jeremy shuffled forwards his wife who had again assumed the position
Byron had demanded.  The vicar raised the belt above his head and brought
it down on her bare backside.  The blow was not very hard but it was
inaccurate and the force fell mainly across Mary's already tenderized
pussy. She screamed in genuine pain.  Jeremy burst into tears but continued
Mary's punishment.  When he had finished the vicar looked at Pip who
ostentatiously closed the flick knife and put it in his pocket.

   "Now," said Pip as he stripped off his shoes, socks and pants.  "Get
back between her knees and give my balls the tongue treatment while I fuck
your wife.  And listen to her tell us all how much she appreciates the
service."

   *** In Rose Cottage the two senior members of the village Women's
Auxiliary were having difficulties.  Neither camera nor binoculars were
proving satisfactory in observing the house across the valley.  The Manse
was slightly higher than their location and all that could be made out was
the upper part of a part of the kitchen through an uncurtained window. 
Something was going on but all the men seemed to be fully dressed and only
once had Gladys caught sight of Mary's long blonde hair.

   "This won't do," said Gladys.  "We'll have to get closer if we want to
catch the little minx."

   "We don't know for certain she is doing anything wrong," said Agnes. 
She looked at her friend and thought, as she often had, what it would be
like to make love to her.  Perhaps not as satisfactory as playing with Mary
Jones' magnificent breasts.  God, I nearly reached out and touched one of
her erect nipples this morning.  And what nipples!  Milk chocolate Agnes'
brief marriage to Lerner had given her a poor opinion of heterosexual
relationships.  Her one adventure with another woman had been exciting
enough while it lasted but that was ten years in the past when she was a
twenty six year old widow.  She did not dare risk her friendship with
Gladys by suggesting a more intimate connection.  But it doesn't hurt
anyone to think about it, she thought guiltily.

   "On Thursday the Symond's baby is being baptized in the church.  Jeremy
is officiating.  I doubt whether Mary will attend.  If she is up to
mischief that will be a time she will be alone with the boys.  I could
creep up on them with my camera and get the evidence we need," said Gladys.

   "Oh, but what if you're caught?"

   "I'll say I'm bird watching.  You know I do photograph wild life."

   "Bird watching," giggled Agnes.  "You are naughty." You might snap a
couple of cocks if you're lucky, she thought to herself and giggled again.

   *** On Wednesday Mary and Jeremy managed to have time to talk while
performing their morning ablutions.  Jeremy could not understand why the
youths were so brutal towards them when he and Mary were doing every
disgusting thing demanded of them.

   "Why are those boys doing this?" he asked.

   Mary didn't answer.  She thought she knew the reason for their behavior
but didn't want to worry her husband more than necessary.  She found she
felt more affection for Jeremy now than she ever had.  Then he suggested
luring the invaders into the cellar and locking the door.  "What?" Mary
said.  "And hope they die of alcohol poisoning.  Don't be silly.  We must
find them something better than you, me and the Manse.  And judging by your
failing health we must do it quickly."

   Pip found a scythe in the barn that served as a garage and workshop for
the Manse.  He persuaded George the elderly part-time grave-digger to show
him how to sharpen and use the tool then spent the morning stripped to the
waist systematically cutting the long grass in the church-yard.  Two young
girls.  The twins from Jefferson's farm, spent a long time sitting on the
old stone wall admiring his physique and flirting.

   Byron kept Mary company in the garden weeding, watering and doing odd
jobs.  Pip had decreed a halter-top and stretch-denim shorts as her dress
for the day.  He used his knife to shorten the shorts and trim the
halter-top so a great deal of her buttocks were exposed as well as the
bottom third of her bosom.

   As she and Byron worked in the garden Mary asked the young man what had
happened to Rosalie and Arthur after their first night with Pip and Byron.

   "Pip told you about that did he?" said Byron.  "Well, after the first
night we eased off a bit.  Pip fucked her whenever he could raise a hard-on
and I spent most time with Arthur.  He was straight.  Not only straight
but, what's the word for someone who can't stand pouffs?"

   "Homophobic?" suggested Mary.

   "Yeah.  That's it.  He was a homophobic.  So he found being buggered and
having to give head very, um, distressing." Byron stood up and moved to the
table where a jug of cold lemonade stood in the shade of an apple tree."He
didn't like the ring gag but he would have bitten me otherwise."

   "I can imagine," said Mary.  "How long were you in the apartment with
them?"

   "Must have been about five weeks.  She was ready after a week but Arthur
was a problem until I had the bright idea of taking him to a "stud-night"
at the Gay Mancheros bikers' bar."

   Byron poured himself a glass of lemonade and drank it."I told them he
was there to learn respect for the gay community.  He called them a bunch
of faggots.  Not a good move.  After those animals had finished with him I
could take him anywhere and sell him on the street.  That's how we met
Teddy.  He made a pass at Arthur in one of the clubs I touted him in. 
Teddy was surprised when I asked for the money."

   "So the idea was to sell Rosalie's and Arthur's services.  For money."

   "Yeah.  Pip thought Rosa owed us.  Arthur was the right guy in the wrong
place.  It was a bit cramped for me and Pip in Rosa's pad but a better
thing than the Young Offenders Corrective Establishment.  We had more room
in Teddy's place.  Teddy's mum had a better idea of what made a good whore
than Rosa."

   "And me?  Am I ready yet?" said Mary.  She could see the outline of a
growing erection inside the left leg of Byron's tight jeans

   "You're close.  You're gonna be a class ass, Mary.  And those dugs of
yours, well, there's gold in them thar hills." He put the empty glass on
the table and scratched his growing erection.  "So, get that top off and
come over her in the shade so I can tit-fuck you."

   On the opposite side of the valley Agnes nearly dropped her binoculars
as she watched Mary stand up from where she had been planting some
seedlings and cross to the shade of the apple tree removing, first, her
gardening gloves and then her skimpy top as she did so.  The larger boy was
in the shade somewhere Agnes was sure but she couldn't see him.  Agnes
admired Mary's tits.  So firm and proud.  I bet I could make her melt if I
could get my hands on them, she thought as she scrambled to find the
camera. By the time the widow had found it and pointed the long lens in the
right direction there was no one to be seen in the Manse's garden.  The
athletic bronzed youth in the churchyard rhythmically swinging a scythe and
the Jefferson twins, who should be at school, the naughty girls, were the
only signs of life observable from the veranda of Rose Cottage.

   Mary made a salad and put out a selection of cold meat for lunch.  She
waited until they were all seated at the table and eating before she spoke.

   "Okay Pip, I know what you are up to.  It's what you did to Rosalie and
her unfortunate boyfriend and to Teddy and his sainted mother.  You beat
and f fucked them so hard and so often that a life of prostitution was an
escape for them.  You pocketed the money they earned and used their
property as well as their bodies.  You're a white-slaver, a pimp, and a
robber."

   "Hey, Mary, so you know where we're going.  Well done," said Pip
mockingly.

   "Now you're trying the same trick with Jeremy and me.  Another couple to
add to your stable?"

   "You, sure.  You'll make a good whore with practice.  I'm not sure
there's a ready market for a gentleman of Jeremy's capabilities.  He makes
a good lap-dog for you.  Wonder how he'd go with Agnes and her little
friend, Gladys."

   "You're planning to turn the Manse into a brothel?" said Mary.

   "Never," gasped Jeremy.

   "Why not?" said the young man.  "Four bedrooms, two bathrooms.  A cellar
that would make a great medieval dungeon.  It could be a nice quiet
country-club escape for wealthy men and women with jaded palates."

   "We're a long way from the city.  Shepsville is a small country town
twenty minutes drive away along a bad road.  And we're too close to the
village.  There aren't many villagers but they'd soon cotton on to anything
as blatant as a brothel.  It wouldn't work," said Mary.

   "Then we'll look for something better.  In the meantime shut up and eat.
Just remember our deal.  We don't spill the beans on Jeremy's fall from
grace and he keeps his balls.  We won't publish any naughty pictures that
might get him defrocked.  But until we find something better, Mary Jones,
you belong to us.  It's that simple.  He remains a reverend gentleman but
you're now not only the vicar's wife but you're Byron's and my little bit
of fuck-meat."

   *** That night Pip and his cousin introduced Mary to what Pip laughingly
called "double trouble".  Byron started the game.  He sat on the side of
the big bed and had the vicar's wife sit on his lap.  Then he slowly
impaled Mary on his long, stiff, cock.  She managed not to scream although
her ass was still very tender.  She began to responded genuinely as he
played with her pussy and massaged her clitoris with his long thin fingers.
When his hands moved to her breasts Byron wasn't surprised to feel her big
brown nipples had stiffened.  As he gently nibbled the back of her neck he
softly pulled the responsive flesh, Byron knew she was close to orgasm. 
That was when Pip pushed her legs apart and, as Byron lay back on the bed
pulling Mary down with him, hammered his thick cock into her pussy until he
could feel the prickly hairs of his bush against her smooth pudenda and the
pressure of his balls against Byron's full scrotum.

   Mary began to sob as the two rapists pounded her unmercifully but
despite an indescribable feeling of her body being stuffed full of
thrusting alien flesh Mary came noisily, violently and continuously until
first Pip and then Byron climaxed, flooding her body with their seed.