Chapter 4

Ralph had left his office early again that afternoon. He had tried to work, see the various committees and individual callers that always occupy the Mayor's time, but he couldn't. Every time he tried to concentrate, his mind returned to his experience with Mrs. Thayer. He had finally been initiated into the mysteries of pure, unadulterated, abandoned sex and the more he savored the memory, the more he realized that he had enjoyed it. Try as he might, he still could not remember the details of his experience and this annoyed him. He wondered if he had fucked her. It didn't seem to him that he had. He also found himself wondering just why the woman had been so insistent on seeing Rena. No doubt she would tell him as soon as he went home. So, that's what he decided to do; leave the office early and go home. He would be there, waiting for Rena when she came back from her "tea party" with Mrs. Thayer.

Rena found him there when she arrived. He was in the den mixing a highball and seemed to be in good spirits.

"Hi, hon," he greeted her. "Have a good time?"

Rena's first impulse was one of relief. From his attitude and general mood, Ralph evidently suspected nothing. Her next thoughts were ones of anger and contempt. How could he stand there grinning and sipping a drink after what she had seen him do to that woman? But then she remembered that her husband was a charming politician. He was trained to conceal his true feeling and emotions. He undoubtedly didn't know that Mrs. Thayer had made a photographic record of his actions. But if he didn't, why had he been so insistent that she keep the appointment with Mrs. Thayer? These were all questions that needed answers. She debated for a fleet instant what her position and attitude should be. Should she tell him what had transpired confess everything? No! Why should she? The potion that Mrs. Thayer had given Rena was a slight variation on the one she had given Ralph. Both contained aphrodisiacs and tranquilizers, but Ralph's had been stronger and was memory erasing to a degree, burying most of his experience and actions deep in his subconscious. Rena could remember vividly every humiliating act she had performed and the way in which she had permitted herself to be used and enjoyed by that horrible Warren Howard person.

Her attitude of anger superceded her fear of exposure, but she put on her best smile and resolved not to let her husband know the truth--not for the time being anyway. The question in her mind was: "Would he now make love to her with as much abandon as he had with Mrs. Thayer?" She intended to find out as quickly as possible.

She went close to him and rubbed herself lewdly against his body, offering her lips to him. When he responded, she kissed him wetly and passionately, her tongue probing deep into his mouth. It was something she hadn't done before with quite so much enthusiasm. He pressed himself against her for a moment, then broke away, embarrassed.

"Hey! What'd you have over there? It's only five o'clock."

"Believe it or not," she answered gaily, "nothing. Just some tea and a glass of water. But I'll have a drink now, darling. Bring it upstairs while I get out of these warm clothes and make myself comfortable."

With that, she swept out of the room, deliberately shaking her buttocks as provocatively as possible. Ralph watched her with a puzzled expression. What the hell had happened at Mrs. Thayer's. Oh well. Rena would tell him in her own good time. And if she didn't, he'd worm it out of her somehow. He mixed himself another drink and one for Rena and took it to the bedroom. Rena had already stripped herself of clothes and was lying stark naked on the bed. She raised her arms to him and beckoned him forward.

"Rena!" He went to the bed and handed her the drink. She gulped deeply as if the alcohol would help rid her mouth of the memory of Warren Howard's thick prick and the taste of it still lingering on her tongue and lips.

"Why don't you get comfortable too?" she asked suggestively. "Rena, it's only a little after five."

"So what? Are we making love by the clock now? Do we have to make love only when it's dark and we can't see each other?" With that she dropped her hand to his leg, inched it up to the crotch and gave his penis a squeeze.

Ralph's thoughts became wild. What in the hell had gotten into his wife? What had Mrs. Thayer told her? He was reasonably sure that the woman didn't want to break up his marriage or ruin him in the town. She had indicated as much. No! He put the thought out of his mind. Lillian Thayer was trying to make his marriage happier. She was trying to break down all the moral do's and don't's that had been instilled in him and Rena since childhood. She must be something of a psychologist, that woman. Rena was certainly in the mood for sex, and so was he now. This time it would be better. He gulped his drink, took another look at his young wife's naked body stretched out on the bed and began taking off his clothes.

He started into the bathroom when Rena's voice stopped him. "Don't, Ralph!"

"What?"

"Don't go in there. Take off your clothes in here, where I can see you."

For a moment he was nonplussed. What magic had Mrs. Thayer worked on his prim, prissy wife? Then he had a second thought. Perhaps it wasn't his wife who was prim and prissy. Maybe it was he, himself. He grinned at her as she sipped at her drink.

"My, we are sexy today, aren't we?"

"I don't know about you," she replied, and rolled her body toward him, spreading her legs and exposing her still hot vaginal mouth to his view.

Ralph began hastily divesting himself of his clothes. For the first time he didn't care about convention or what was nice, or being gentle with his wife. He literally threw off his coat, shirt, pants, stumbled out of his shoes, pulled off his shorts and fell into bed. His arms engulfed Rena's eager body as she put her drink on a night stand and wrapped her arms around her husband. She pressed her thighs and pussy into his hardening prick and opened her mouth wide for his tongue.

This was a new, wildly-sexed Rena that Ralph had never known before. He could hardly contain himself as he moved his hands up and down her back and pressed her breasts with all the fervor of true love.

Rena felt her lubricating juices surging into her cunt and rolled over still further on top of her husband, then slid down his stomach and began tickling his cock with her tongue.

"Oh, God, Rena!"

She began sucking him, and as he erected and hardened into full bloom, turned herself around until she lay with her cunt on his chin. "Do it to me too," she whispered back at him hoarsely. "Do it to me."

She sucked at his prick harder, nibbling her lips up and down the head and the sensitive seminal canal. At the same time, she practically forced the lips of her cunt into his mouth. He grabbed at it eagerly with his tongue, found the opening and her extended clitoris and began to return her kisses in kind. Rena Doyle and her husband were locked in a "69" and giving to each other in a way they had never imagined.

Ralph thought he would burst. He had to have her. He wanted to fuck her good and deep and full this time. She was his wife and he wanted her more than anything in the world. With a rough, sudden motion (for him), he yanked her head back, grabbed her body and, spreading her legs, turned it on the bed. The next minute he was on top of her, searching for the ready, moist slit. He shoved his prick into her without further preparation. She gave one small cry and closed her legs around his waist.

"Oh, God, Ralph, fuck me. Fuck me, darling. Fuck me!"

Ralph jammed his cock into her to the hilt. His toes clawed at the bedspread for leverage trying to probe her vagina deeper. His balls slapped against her naked anal mouth as she raised herself to meet every thrust. Her belly met his as she gave as much as she received.

Together they swayed, rocked and pounded. Ralph raised her legs as high as possible, forced them back into her breasts, placed both hands on her buttocks and began fondling her tiny, puckered rectal opening. Rena gave another small cry. "Auuuuuuuugh, that's marvelous. More. More, darling."

He inserted a finger and wormed it into the tight, resisting hole. The next moment he felt Rena's hands on his ass. She was pressing him in. Her finger, too, found his anal opening and was probing it.

They impaled each other deeper and deeper and before he could stop himself, he spurted his hot, scalding cum deep, deep down inside her. They finally made it. They were, at last, one. Locked together in the heat of unabashed passion they had both had a simultaneous orgasm that left them limp and exhausted.

"Oh, my God!" Ralph managed to spit out as his prick jerked for a final time and he began going soft.

"Or, the Devil," Rena said cryptically, and wondered what lay in store for them now. As angry as she had been at Mrs. Thayer earlier as humiliated as she had felt when she had been forced to give herself to Warren Howard, this experience with her husband had made it seem like a dream; a nightmare to be forgotten. She made it with Ralph, and everything was going to be all right!

A few days later Mayor Doyle received a visit from Mrs. Thayer in his office. Although he was quite busy, he didn't dare keep her waiting.

"Show Mrs. Thayer in," he told his secretary, "and I'll take no calls until she leaves. I don't wish to be disturbed for anything."

"Yes, sir," the young girl murmured, and went out to fetch Mrs. Thayer.

Ralph found himself watching her ass move as the cute trick left. It was something he wouldn't have even thought of a week ago. His experiences with Mrs. Thayer and finally with Rena had definitely made him "sex conscious." He was looking at attractive women and girls with an entirely different eye. He measured, theoretically, the size of their breasts, noticed the shape and contour of their legs and thighs, visualized their pussies, and definitely enjoyed watching the cheeks of their asses bounce and sway from side to side as they walked. He was also finding his own sexual capacity and desires becoming more frequent. Ralph had always been an intense young man. He had been taught that his studies and business came first; pleasure second. Now, he was conscious of his penis stirring inside his trousers with greater and greater frequency. Many times during the day he had to shift his position to keep it from becoming too uncomfortable and will himself to concentrate on the matters at hand.

He rose to welcome Mrs. Thayer's entrance, smiled, and assumed his best and most charming manner. "Mrs. Thayer Lillian how good to see you again."

"Hello, Red," she replied. She had no intention of permitting the Mayor to forget their intimacies. She wasn't certain whether Rena had told him about the filmed record she had made, but if Rena hadn't, she would, in due time, and as it suited her purpose.

"Do sit down," the young Mayor said almost obsequiously. "I trust you've come to discuss our Committee."

Riva took the proffered chair, crossed her legs provocatively, showing a vast expanse of leg and thigh, and lit a cigarette. "Well, frankly, Red, no. There is more urgent, important business at hand."

"Oh, really? Well, let's have it. I'm all ears."

"First, you tell me how your wife and you are getting along."

"Getting along?" Ralph was a little puzzled by the question. "Why, fine. Just fine. Why?"

"Have you noticed any change in her?"

Ralph paused for a moment. He wasn't quite sure what the woman was getting at but he had an idea that it was probably sexual. He knew that he had indulged in sex with her even though he still couldn't completely remember the details. There was no reason not to be perfectly frank with her, he finally decided.

"Welluhyes. Now that you mention it," he finally found his tongue. "Sheuhshe does seem to be more abandoned, sexually. We uh we have a much better relationship now than when we were first married."

"Good. That's what usually happens and I'm glad."

Ralph paused again to bolster up his courage and ask the question that had been on his mind ever since Rena had returned from that "tea party" at Mrs. Thayer's home. "Say, would you tell me something?"

"Anything you wish," Riva replied cordially. This fool was going to play right into her hands, just as before. She had been all prepared to act the "heavy". It wasn't going to be necessary.

"Well, I was wondering," Ralph began in his usual hesitant way, "I was wondering just what went on over at your house that afternoon."

"Oh, it was most interesting, Red. Almost as entertaining as the day you were there. We had some tea and I showed Rena my wonderful movies of you."

Ralph's face went white. "Movies?" he managed to get out. "Of me?"

"A complete record on film of your marvelous antics. Rena was a little shocked at first, but she soon recovered."

"Antics? Whatuhwhat kind of antics?"

"You mean you don't remember?"

Ralph shook his head negatively and admitted that his actions were a little hazy in his memory. Whereupon, Mrs. Thayer gave him a blow-by-blow, suck-by-suck account of the paces she had put him through, including the bit with the dog collar. As she spoke, Ralph began blushing a deep red. It matched his hair. He rose from his large mayoralty swivel chair and went to the window. He couldn't face the woman while she recounted his lewd, degrading and obscene acts.

Finally, he interrupted long enough for one question. "You you mean you-you were photographing everything I did?"

Riva merely nodded, smiled, and took a deep drag on her cigarette.

"And-and you showed those movies to Rena?"

Riva gave him another amused smile. "But she-she didn't say anything to me about it."

"Of course not, Red. She rather liked the idea of finding out that you were a real man a human being instead of a human computer. What was her reaction to you in bed after that?"

"Great! She didn't seem like the same woman."

"That's right. And you aren't the same man. I'm sure she enjoys the new Ralph Doyle. You should both be grateful to me."

"Oh, I amI am, Mrs. Thayer, believe me."

"Good. I expect that, deep down, Rena is too. You see, she had quite an experience at our little tea party also."

"Experience?"

"Yes, indeed."

Riva now launched into a minute, detailed account of Rena's actions with Warren Howard. She left out nothing. Ralph began twisting his hands, rubbing his neck and finally loosened his well-tied Windsor knot at his collar. "I-I don't believe it!" he finally blurted.

"Red, you know I never lie. If you doubt me, come to the house and I'll show you my movies of Rena."

"Oh, my God! Oh, you--you bitch!"

"Not quite, but you're close," Riva smiled again and lit another cigarette.

Ralph turned and perhaps for the very first time really looked at the woman closely. As she sat there, exhaling a cloudy stream of cigarette smoke from her mouth and nostrils, Ralph had the same fleeting insight into who and what the woman really was as Rena had experienced. His puritan, logical mind refused to accept it, but he couldn't rid himself of the feeling and impression that this woman was, somehow, "inhuman".

Meanwhile, Riva had continued her conversation. "The man in question the one I told you about--is outside. I think it's time you met him."

"You mean, here?"

"Of course. Mr. Howard is a business man, just like you. He has some business to discuss. Would you ask your secretary to have him come in?"

Ralph moistened his lips. He didn't like the way things were going at all. But what could he do? He pressed the intercom on his desk and instructed the girl in the outer office to ask Mr. Howard to come in.

In a moment, Warren Howard strode into the Mayor's office. He was, as usual, attired in the latest fashion money could buy. But in Warren's case, clothes did not "make the man". He was like a bull in a china closet.

"Mr. Howard, meet Mayor Doyle," Lillian made the introductions.

Ralph shook hands with the animal reluctantly. "How do you do, Mr. Howard. Won't you sit down?"

"Don't mind if I do," Warren smirked. "Nice little office you've got here. You oughta have a bigger one Your Honor," he stated with over-enthusiasm and in a loud, raucous voice. "Have a cigar."

"No thank you," the Mayor replied and hoped he wasn't offending the man. He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he was in trouble--deep trouble.

"All right, Warren," Riva picked up the ball and ran with it, "the Mayor is a busy man, let's get down to business."

"Sure, sure. Well, Mr. Mayor.. . " he began.

"You can call him 'Red', Warren. All his friends call him 'Red', isn't that so, 'Red'? "

"Uhuh, yes, certainly. Any friend of Lillian's is a-a friend of mine," Ralph managed one of his usual clich's.

"Great! Okay, Red, this is the deal, see? My associates and me have got a pretty good thing goin' in Garden City. Oh, it extends into the County, too, but Garden City is our biggest operation 'specially during conventions. Know what I mean?"

Ralph squirmed in his seat. The name "Warren Howard" was beginning to ring a bell. He had been told about a vice syndicate when he was running for election. Warren Howard had been whispered as the head man.

"No, no, Mr. Howard," he was stalling for time, "I uh I'm not really quite sure what you do mean."

"Oh. In that case, I'll just lay it right on the line. You play ball with us, we play ball with you."

"What--what kind of ball?"

"Just see to it that there ain't no trouble here. Now, I know you ran on a campaign to 'clean up vice' and all that other talkin' crap, and we'll even help you with that too. You can have your boys make a couple of raids now and then. We'll even give you a couple of the boys to arrest and bring charges against. But no rough stuff. Understand? My book parlors and houses continue just like before. And no narc raps either."

Ralph swallowed hard and looked at Mrs. Thayer. She merely smiled, crossed and re-crossed her legs and puffed harder on her cigarette. "That's the way it is, Red."

"But the people," Ralph protested. "They-they'll crucify me. If I don't do what I promised, they'll never elect me again."

"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that," Riva replied calmly. "You have powerful forces on your side now, Red. You'd be surprised what can be accomplished. The 'people'! " and she almost spat out the word with contempt, "can be manipulated to do almost anything, if they're approached in the proper way."

"She's right," Warren agreed.

Ralph struggled with his conclusion for a long moment, then finally shoved his chair to the wall and got up. "No! No, I won't do it!"

"I think you will, Red. Even if you don't care about yourself, surely you wouldn't want your wife disgraced along with you."

"My wife? You can't prove anything. Anyway, how do I know you're telling the truth? It could all be a pack of lies. You're good at that."

"Indeed I am," Riva maintained her cool. "But in this case I am not lying. If you don't believe me, come over to my home again and I'll show you her little home movies."

Ralph's mouth dropped to the floor. He almost lost his balance and had to steady himself on the chair. "Youyou took pictures of her too?"

"Excellent shots, my dear Mayor. I think you'd enjoy seeing them."

"Yeah," Warren chimed in. "She was a great fuck. Hot little bitch."

Doyle wanted to punch the man in the mouth, but it was useless. He was no match for the man physically and certainly no match for Mrs. Thayer mentally.

"Don't be so down-hearted, Red. Things could be a lot worse. Warren, here, will see to it that the City gets a handsome payoff. You'll be able to lower taxes for the property owners and the whole town will be grateful to you."

"Sure!" Warren agreed. "Unless, of course, you'd rather put the dough in your own pocket. Who's to know?"

"Of course not!" Ralph replied vehemently. "I wouldn't take a dime of your filthy money."

Riva shrugged. "That's entirely up to you. Meanwhile, we understand each other. You don't interfere with Warren, and your reputation--and Rena's remains a safe secret with us." She rose and turned to Howard. "I think that's all for now, Warren. We mustn't take up any more of the Mayor's time. He's a very busy man."

"So long, Red," Howard threw over his shoulder as he and Mrs. Thayer left the office.

Ralph Doyle slumped back into his chair. What was he going to do? The answer came almost immediately. Nothing! Mrs. Thayer and Warren Howard now ran the town. He was the people's representative in name only!

Mrs. Thayer and Warren Howard took full advantage of their power over the Mayor. Riva envisioned and made plans for further "parties" while Howard opened more houses of prostitution and crooked gambling joints. There wasn't a thing the Mayor could do about it.

Howard was as circumspect as possible but it didn't take long before the word got around that Garden City was a "wide open city". Whores from Reno, Vegas, New York, Chicago, and even as far south as New Orleans flocked to Garden City. The town council and Chamber of Commerce were torn between their puritanical horror and the tremendous amount of business that gambling and women-availability brought into the city's coffers by virtue (if that's the word) of the number of organizations that suddenly found the town an ideal place in which to hold their conventions.

Warren Howard, true to his word, and herded over by Riva, took out all proper licenses and saw to it that the city's Treasurer received all taxes due from his illegal operations. From time to time, when self-styled "Morality Groups" and Committees visited Mayor Doyle to complain about the "appalling conditions" in their fair city, Ralph denied the allegations vehemently, professed to know nothing about what was going on, and pointed with pride to the abundant amount of money in the treasury and the fact that his "surplus" enabled him to authorize new schools, playgrounds, parks, and other municipally-sponsored advantages at no cost to the taxpayers.

Mrs. Thayer, also, took full advantage of the city's "growth". The more industry and new population acquired by Garden City, the more constant and lavish her "parties" became. Soon, she was the most sought-after hostess in town. All the "big-wigs" vied to be invited to her home. Gradually, and with perfect timing, Riva saw to it that the "entertainment" provided became more and more "interesting". As the liquor flowed in greater abundance, as her guests began losing their inhibitions (thanks to some of her delightful potions), she introduced wilder and newer "games" into the proceedings.

Most of those favored with her invitations were in the age groups between early thirty and middle forty. Most had been married anywhere from five to ten years or longer, and most had begun to tire of their partners where sex was concerned. Their bedroom activities, if almost non-existent, were simply a matter of routine. They went through the motions but they did not really enjoy themselves any longer.

To enhance their pleasure and titillate their excitement, Mrs. Thayer almost managed to come up with some new variation on sex play. For example, she introduced a novel "game" called "Post Office Special Delivery". As she explained to the gathering when they were in the proper mood, frame of mind and sufficiently "loose" from the liquor and potions: "Now, I'm sure all of you dear people remember playing 'Post Office' when you were just children. Well, 'Special Delivery' is just an adult version. As you remember, in 'Post Office' it was always the girl who had the privilege of 'choosing' who they wanted to 'deliver the mail'. The same thing holds true here. All you girls line up on one side of the room the men on the other."

As she announced the rules, Mrs. Ross quietly passed among the guests and handed out note paper and envelopes and the refined ladies and gentlemen obeyed Mrs. Thayer's instructions to separate into female and male contingents.

"Mrs. Ross is providing you all with paper, pencils and envelopes. Each of the girls will write the name of a man on the envelope and print a note to him to be sealed inside giving him any 'instructions' you wish." The "ladies" could not help but suppress a giggle when their hostess said that.

"Now, we only have so many rooms here," Riva continued, "so you will each have to take your turn. Also, some of you may desire the same 'mailman'. " There were more giggles.

"One more thing.. . " Lillian's voice took on a strange quality, "the bedrooms are out of bounds."

All of the guests, men and women a-like, gave out an audible sigh of disappointment.

"I'm sorry, but I think you'll find that 'Special Delivery' will be more fun if played in the closets, the bathrooms, the kitchen, the pantry, or anywhere else you may wish to go. The bedrooms will all be fully lit and the lights cannot be turned off except by a master switch which I control. All of the other rooms I have mentioned will be totally dark. You will not be able to see either the mailman or the person to whom the letter is being delivered."

More giggles and laughter greeted this announcement. Mrs. Thayer certainly had a great imagination. This was going to be fun.

"All right now, girls, start writing your notes and toss them into the basket that Mrs. Ross will pass among you. I will give them each a number and see that they are delivered to the 'Post Office'. When Mrs. Ross takes your letter she will tell you what your number is. As your number is called out you will find your 'address' and go there. Your address will be identified as the 'first closet on the second floor' or the 'pantry off the kitchen' or the 'downstairs bathroom'. You will be able to identify your 'home'. "

"What happens if we get in the wrong address?" a cute, overly made-up gal piped in a high-pitched voice.

"Well, in that case, I suppose you'll just get the wrong mailman," Mrs. Thayer replied, dryly, and got the biggest laugh of the evening.

As the ladies wrote their notes, addressed their letters, handed them to Mrs. Ross and were given their 'addresses', the men, lined up on the opposite side of the room, gulped drinks, wetted their lips and leered at the women, wondering which or who might choose them. Some seemed nervous and shifted their weight from foot to foot. Suppose no one addressed a letter to him? What a disgrace. Suppose one got a letter from his own wife? Well, a disappointment, but not a total loss. She might not even seem like his own wife in total darkness.

Finally the letters were written, addressed and the numbers assigned. Mrs. Ross quickly called out the first few.

"Numbers one through seven, go to your homes."

Eleven of the ladies immediately left the room and sought out the darkened closets, pantries and bathrooms assigned to them.

"The rest of the "girls" hurried to the bar, anxious to get as high as possible in order to be fully prepared for whatever thrills might be coming their way.

Mrs. Thayer and her assistant distributed the first seven "pieces of mail" to the lucky gentlemen together with the "addresses" where they were to be delivered.

Mayor Doyle, of course, was one of the first men to receive a letter for delivery. Rena was one of the first seven ladies to be assigned an "address". It turned out to be a small closet off the master bedroom. She went to it with some misgivings. She wasn't sure that she was going to like this "game" but, like everyone else, she, least of all, could not afford to offend Mrs. Thayer. She wondered who had chosen Ralph. She, herself, had picked a rather good-looking young man who had been introduced to her only that evening--a Joel Betts, she thought. At the moment when she opened the closet door, went in and closed it, she couldn't quite remember if the name had been Betts or Bend. Betts, she thought. The "Joel" part she was sure of. He seemed to her to be in his early thirties; tall, quite muscular but not grossly so--nothing like Warren Howard who, she was happy to see, was conspicuous by his absence.

She waited in the closet nervously for some moments, then the door opened from the also-darkened room, and her mailman entered.

Two hands reached out and fumbled for her in the blackness. "I I have a letter addressed for this closet," the man's voice said.

Rena tried to remember what Mr. Betts Bend--Joel's voice had sounded like but she couldn't. It was against the rules to ask questions so she merely murmured: "Um hmnnn."

The man moved close to her, embraced her, found her face with his hands, pulled her into his body and kissed her. It was thrilling. It was absolutely the most exciting thing she had ever experienced. His tongue probed deep into her mouth, caressed her lips and tickled her tongue as his hands roamed up and down her body from her neck to her buttocks and pressed the cheeks close against his crotch.

God! To be felt up and caressed by someone she wasn't even sure what he looked like or who he was. She returned his kiss with complete passion and abandon. The man broke off after a long moment and spoke again.

"The note said: 'Love me'. "

"That's right," Rena replied. It was Joel Betts or Bend. He smelled and felt good. His face was smooth and clean. His hands were like fire running up and down her spine. He found the zipper behind her dress and pulled it down slowly. By now Rena had learned not to burden herself with too much underclothing. She wore a small bra, and a garter belt to hold up her stockings; not even panties. They only got in the way. She felt Joel's hands fumbling to unclasp the bra. She pressed in closer to him, allowing her own hands to drop to the front and fingered his fly, seeking his zipper. She found it and pulled it down just as he loosened the bra and pulled both its straps and the top of her dress over her arms and down to her waist. She felt inside the man's shorts and found his prick. It was already hard and hot. Joel inched her dress down over her hips and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it as he grabbed the cheeks of her ass again and began fondling the soft, smooth crevice up and down her a unbuckled his belt, undid the buttons and drew his trousers down to, then over his erected cock.

She felt for his coat, helped him out of it, loosened his collar and tie, removed them from his neck and struggled with him as he almost tore his shirt trying to get it off. He wore no undershirt. Now there were only his shorts and his shoes and socks which didn't matter anyway. He didn't seem to care about her garter belt or her shoes and hose. She ripped his shorts below his waist and pressed her pussy into his prick.

"Oh, God!! " he moaned. "Who are you? Oh, God!"

That's right, Rena thought. He doesn't know who I am. It was all the more thrilling. "Your lover," she whispered. "Kiss me, darling. Kiss me all over."

The man dropped to his knees without a word, parted the soft curls of her pubic hair with his thumbs and began slowly flicking his saliva-moistened tongue at her vagina. He was obviously not too experienced but quite willing to learn. Rena guided his head, mouth and tongue into her pussy until it contacted her gently throbbing clitoris. "That's it, sweetheart. Kiss it. Lick it. Harder. Faster."

The man was more than willing. Standing there, being sucked off in the dark was more than Rena could take for very long. Her whole body shuddered as her cum spurted into Joel's mouth.

"Eat it, darling. Eat it all. Tell me it's good."

"Oh, it's good. It's good!"

"Now you," Rena ordered. She was catching on to this sex business fast. Why had she ever been such a prim, mousy little creature? "Stand up!"

Her sex partner rose immediately as she dropped to her knees, found the head of his cock, thrust out her tongue to tease it and began playing with his balls. Joel let out another moan and shoved his penis deep into her mouth. Rena played her hands from his testicles to his ass and back again, pressing him in further and closer, rubbing her lips forward and backward. She felt the canal jerk and jump and she knew she had him. A gush of hot, thick cum spurted into her mouth. Her first impulse was to withdraw and spit it out. Her second was to savor its flavor. She had never tasted cum before. It was good. She sucked and swallowed and wallowed in her own wantonness. She milked him dry with her gently sucking lips while he moaned and groaned like a man possessed with pleasure.

"You you're a very good 'mailman', " she said finally. "You can go now. Someone else may have a letter they want delivered."

The man pulled up his shorts, managed to struggle back into his shirt, buckled and buttoned his pants and put on his coat. Rena merely stood there in the dark, practically nude, and caressed his body once or twice while he was dressing. He clasped her to him a final time, pressing both hands on her buttocks and gave her another deep kiss on her mouth.

"Any time, Ma'am," he said in mock seriousness. "Any time at all."

Ralph, meanwhile, had been given a letter addressed to "Bathroom in servants' quarters, downstairs, third door to the right off corridor." He had no idea who had chosen him to be her mailman but it excited him with expectation. He left the living room, went down the back stairs, fumbled his way through the darkened corridor and, feeling his way, finally found the third door to the right off the hallway. He went in, adjusted his eyes to the dim light reflecting through the windows, saw another door, decided that it must be the bathroom and went inside. In the darkness he could only make out a well-rounded figure. His throat was dry and he couldn't think of a thing to say. The woman finally broke the ice.

"Yes? Are you the mailman?"

Ralph found his voice. "Uh--yes. The letter says the bathroom in the servants' quarters. Are you the addressee?"

"I might be," came the provocative answer. "What does the note say?"

"It-it says: 'Mr. Mayor Doyle-Your Honor. Please fuck me'. "

"I'm the addressee," the low voice replied.

Ralph moved toward the sound of the voice and stretched out his hands. Two other hands pulled him in and placed his own hands around her body. She was totally naked. While waiting for him she had undressed. Still holding his hands, the girl sank to the floor, pulling Ralph down with her.

"Take off your clothes, Mr. Mayor."

Ralph needed no further urging. He stripped as quickly as he could, tossing his coat, shirt and trousers on the floor. He fumbled for his shoelaces, still wearing his shorts. The girl's hands stopped him. "Let me," she said.

He felt her body climb over his as she bent to his shoes and began untying and removing them. She rolled down his socks and slowly pulled them off. At the same moment he felt her lips and tongue on his toes, then his ankles, his legs, his thighs, and finally on his cock as she worked her way up his body, nibbling and sucking at each part and joint.

His hands reached out and played with her body; his fingers and palms running lightly over her full rounded buttocks, her stomach, her thighs, legs, and tits. Who in the hell was she, Ralph wondered? Whoever she was, she was exciting him beyond endurance. She rolled over on top of him and began playing with his face with her mouth. She kissed his nose and eyes; blew hot breath in his ear and gradually eased her moist cunt down over his prick, took her hands and pushed it into the warm, wet cavern of her waiting pussy.

"Aaauuugh!" she let out a scream as she impaled herself hard down onto his cock. Her note had said: "Fuck me!" but it was she who was doing the fucking. She rode him as though he were a horse. She bounced, weaved and slid from side to side on his prick, reared back until her body was almost bent in half, then lurched forward, fell on his chest and kissed him ravenously. Ralph tried to give as much as he received. He had never had a woman on top before and he liked it. He loved it.

"Ooooooh," the girl moaned again. "You're great, Mr. Mayor. Great! Fuck it! Harder! Harder!"

Ralph lifted his ass and shoved his lust-hardened cock in as deeply as he could.

"Oh, you bastard! I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Cum with me. Please!"

Ralph screwed her as hard as he could but it was no use. He couldn't make it. He felt the soft body grow limp and was aware of a wetness dripping down his legs. The girl had obviously cum. "Oh, that was great. I knew you'd be great," she whispered. "But you didn't cum."

"I'm sorry," Ralph whispered back.

"Don't be," the girl lowered her mouth to his ear and began licking it. "I'll make you cum. I'll make you happy. Get up on your knees."

Ralph did as ordered, wondering what was in store. The girl raised herself, turned around, bent herself on all fours and presented the full, rounded moons of her buttocks to him. Ralph couldn't quite see what was happening, but he felt warm flesh pressing against his prick. The girl took both hands, placed them behind herself and began guiding Ralph's penis into the tight, warm confines of her rectum.

"Fuck me now, darling. Put it in." Ralph thought he was merely doing it to her dog fashion until his cock struck the warm, puckered flesh of her tiny anal gland.

"Shove!" she ordered. "Push, sweetheart. Push! Fuck me in the ass!"

Ralph pressed forward with a great surge. The small hole squeezed and refused to give at first. "More," she begged him. "More!" Ralph gave a great heave, the membrane parted and gave with a slight popping noise and he had his prick up her ass! It was tighter than anything he had ever experienced; tighter even than Rena had been when he had fucked her the first time.

As he shoved his balls against the cheeks of her buttocks, slapping them hard against the soft, yielding flesh, his hands found her breasts and her vaginal opening. He kneaded her tits with one hand while with the other he played with the gently throbbing clitoris, opened her wide and tickled the soft hair-lined lips that hung out and were still throbbing. It was more than either of them could stand for very long. With another shudder the girl spurted her load into his hand and Ralph with a soulful grunt jetted his hot sperm deep into her ass. It was one of the greatest feelings he had ever experienced.

"God!" he exclaimed. "You're marvelous."

"So are you, baby."

"Who are you?"

"Um umph! Against the rules. Get dressed now. I'm expecting another delivery later."

Ralph put his clothes on after soaping himself good and drying. Women are sexually insatiable, he thought, and wondered who might be fucking his own wife, Rena, and if she had enjoyed her experience as much as he had.

While Rena and Ralph had been enjoying their unseen sex partners, the other guests were having equally abandoned fun.

One woman had sent notes to two mailmen at the same time. She was enjoying something she had only fantasized and wished about for years; two men at the same time. One fucked her while she sucked the other. Then the other man sucked her while the second male partner reamed her ass. She came six or seven times and was ecstatic with joy.

Mrs. Thayer's party was a huge success. She and Mrs. Ross also participated, manning their cameras which were equipped with infra-red film that recorded, in motion, every lewd act that her guests performed.

Later that night after everyone had wended their exhausted, weary bodies home, Riva and her assistant offered themselves up again to their Master. The black candles in the chapel burned with greater brightness than ever before. The incantations were more intense and they evidently were well received. Riva had succeeded in degrading and overpowering practically an entire community. For this she would surely receive a special reward.

Mrs. Ross, however, was not as pleased as was Riva. When they completed their obedience to His Most Satanic Majesty and were about to retire, Mrs. Ross stopped her Mistress in the hallway. "You did not ask Him," she said. "I'm sorry. It slipped my mind," Riva lied. "Tomorrow?" Mrs. Ross asked. "Yes. Yes, of course. I promise. Good night."

Riva left her servant and went to her room to dream sweet dreams of goblins and gnomes. Mrs. Ross did not retire. She went into the Chapel. She had had quite enough of Mrs. Thayer's lies and promises. She was certain that she had earned her right to a full Witch-hood and she intended to get it. With all the fervor she could command, and calling on every catechism she could remember, she begged The Devil to honor His promise. She not only appealed to the Highest on High but to all of her own private small devils and witches; people of her own class and station.

"Help me," she pleaded. "Help me, and I will help you. Freedom for me will mean freedom for you."

A strange black light began pervading the Chapel and the woman received her answer. No sound was heard, but she knew and understood. Someone would come to teach Riva a much needed lesson. His Most Satanic Majesty was becoming impatient with Riva. Mrs. Ross had earned her right to Witch-hood and would receive it. The Devil had made a promise!