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Randy, William and Mac were slapping each other on the back as they left the quarters and got into William's shiny Buick. Randy sat in the back and opened the cooler, sharing a beer with each of the others.

"Those are some vile motherfuckers you got in there" Mac said. "I can't tell you how much I admire the work you've done on protecting boys in this town."

"The work ain't nowhere near done yet, Mac" the sheriff said. "Me and William are facin' the biggest operation ever done in these parts when we get back from Raleigh. I can't believe we been able to keep it quiet with all the gossipy cunts in this fuckin' town."

"We've kept the important information away from any of the cunts in this town" William chuckled. It's pretty amazing but I give Abe and the governor credit for sending us all the men and resources we needed. We've got all of those boys and their fathers and even their mothers under surveillance around the clock and not a single one seems to have a clue that anything's going on. I just hate that we've kind of been forced to leave those boys in homes with their fathers for this long. But there was a mountain of work to do digging into the finances of each and every one. We've left no stone unturned and the shock waves are going to be substantial when we totally disrupt the lives of the wealthiest men in this fucking town."

"And the boys themselves have no idea of what's coming?"

"Not a whiff" William said. "Just one leak and these men have the means to leave the country and take most of their assets with them. It's had to be top secret and I'm just glad these poor boys have had the patience. I know they must be feeling like there will never be justice for what their fathers did."

"Oh, there's gonna be justice" Randy said. "Cold, hard justice like ever single one of them bastard motherfuckers deserves."

"Yes, the plan is that at noon next Tuesday, agents will be sent to arrest every single one of the fathers who did this. They're all creatures of habit so we know where they will be. Three of them will be at the weekly Rotary Club luncheon so we'll grab three there. One of them meets his mistress every Tuesday at lunchtime at the same room in the same motel. That's been going on for several years so he's going to get a shock and so is his cunt on the side. The other one works through lunch every Tuesday so he can leave early and go visit his girlfiend's apartment. So that accounts for all of the ones still free. Of course we already have Kurt's dad and his uncle in custody as well as the Hunt kid's dad or mother or whatever the fuck it is. One of the boy's dads died of cancer so he's escaping this humiliation. We'll send in agents to cuff them, inform them they're under arrest for terrorism charges and take them away. No information will be given to anyone else in the locations where the men are. They'll just be taken away but only after being forced to strip naked publicly and don orange jumpsuits. The men will be taken to Reverend Smith's old church but they'll be wearing hoods from the time they're placed into the patrol cars until they arrive at the church in the woods. Imagine the surprise when the agents take the hoods off and the men see where the fuck they are. Those bastards think they got away with it so they'll be in shock. Then our buddy Arnold, who is the lawyer appointed by the governor to do the legal work on these cases will explain to the men that all of their assets have been seized for their sons and their wives have been taken from their homes. The wives will all be taken to rooms at that shitty little Butter Cup Motel and lodging will be paid for three nights, after which they're on their own. The men will be given the choice of signing statements admitting their guilt and voluntarily signing over assets or being publicly charged and tried. That should be an easy choice as we have photographs of every single one of those men holding down their naked sons while his cock's being cut. They're very graphic pictures that Mr. Hunt and the preacher used to blackmail the dads for some pretty good chunks of cash."

"Goddamn! Mac exclaimed. "This took some fucking planning."

"You bet your ass it did" William said. "At the time the fathers are arrested, the mothers will be approached by agents wherever they are and informed of their husbands' arrests. They will be told that all of their assets are immediately seized, including homes, automobiles, business, clothing, jewelry, everything those bitches think are so goddamned important. The women, if at home, will be forced to strip naked, give up any jewelry they may have on their person and don orange jumpsuits before being transported to the motel. This may seem harsh but we have strong evidence that the mothers of all the boys knew about the cutting and, in many cases, it was the mothers who encouraged their husbands to take their sons to church. If any of the boys want mercy for their mothers, that will be taken into consideration but in most cases, the mothers knew about what had happened and were guilty of disposing of evidence like bloody bed sheets and bloody gauze found in their sons' bedrooms. Not a single one of these mothers came forward after the incidents so they deserve punishment just as the fathers do."

"I guess I still have a little trouble getting' it through my head that women is as evil as men" Randy said. "I know my own aunt could've ruined my relationship with my son but I just can't find it in me to go as hard on them women as I would on a man."

"You aren't the only man with a Madonna complex, Randy" Mac said. "A lot of men have trouble deep down believin' that women are truly evil. But I can tell you because I lived it. When I was a little boy, I had a handsome, hard-working, loving father. But my mother was a cunt who beat him down constantly. He made a good living and provided a nice home for us but nothing was ever enough for my mother. She was always nagging him about getting a bigger house and earning more money and joining country clubs. She wanted longer vacations and the most expensive clothes. She drove my sweet dad to a life of drinking every day which eventually killed him. I begged him to leave but his church didn't believe in divorce. He died the last semester I was in college. I went home for the funeral and told my mother I never wanted to hear her name again and certainly never wanted to lay eyes on her again. I don't know where the bitch is today and I have never regretted it. The last thing I said to her was to eat a pile of shit and die. So my view of women is probably a little different. That's one reason I can't wait to spend a little time with that cunt who drove wedges between you and your precious son."

"Oh yeah, and you're gonna love her cunt lappin' buddy, Mrs. Bedford too" Randy said.

"I am sure I remember meeting her" Mac said. "As I recall she was in the kitchen helping your aunt prepare dinner when we arrived. It seemed to me she really didn't want to leave and was trying to finagle an invitation to stay for dinner. But your aunt wasn't having that. She seemed to want all my attention focused only on her fat ass."

"That sounds pretty fucking typical" William chuckled. "Those two have a very strange relationship, even for cunt bumpers. They act like they're the very best of friends until one starts getting more attention. They stay all smiles, but they have their daggers behind their backs."

"That's good to know" Mac said with a smile. "Randy, did you call Eliza and tell her the plan?"

"Yes siree, she's lookin' forward to fuckin' with the bitches" Randy answered. Now if you boys will just drop me off here at the jail, I'll check to see how much shit my former deputy has already caused then I'll be along in just a little bit. You boys have fun with the cunts!"

A few minutes later, William and Mac were standing at the front door of Randy's former residence, which was now being used by the states as a detention center for women. Eliza answered the door and invited them in where Aunt Flea and Tara Bedford appeared to be setting the table for the evening meal.

"Why, Mr. William, what are you doin' in them handcuffs and, Mr. McBeavey, what are you doing wearing Sheriff Gaylor's badge."

"Randy Gaylor is no longer sheriff in this town and Mr. Walker is under arrest. I've been appointed the new sheriff based on corruption in this town" Mac said.

William appeared embarrassed to be in handcuffs and kept his eyes lowered, avoiding Eliza's gaze.

"Miss Gaylor and Mrs. Bedford, I am here to right some grievous wrongs that have been committed in this town" Mac said in a somber voice. "First of all, I bring apologies from Governor North who had no idea what has been going on here. I have Mr. Walker here with me because we didn't feel it wise to allow him and the former sheriff to have time to try to make up a story which would be their defense. In truth, there is no defense for what has gone on here."

Aunt Flea and Mrs. Bedford were flabbergasted and stunned but jubilant. Both women were wearing incredibly short orange jumpsuits which the sheriff had modified to be so short that part of Aunt Flea's thick gray bush crept out from the leg holes. Any movement by the women would expose their buttocks and both zippers had been altered so that a good amount of bosom was exposed, particularly on the very busty Aunt Flea.

"Mr. McBeavey, I hope you will allow me to apologize to you for my behavior last time you were here" Aunt Flea began, hoping to curry favor with the new sheriff.

"My dear lady, there is certainly nothing to apologize for" Mac said, clasping her hand in both his.

The size of his hands and the length of his fingers as well as the manly fragrance of Old Spice caused a slight shudder of desire down Aunt Flea's spine.

"Are you cool?" Mac asked. "I can have the Negro bring you a wrap."

"Oh no, no, I'm fine" Aunt Flea trilled in her irritatingly high voice.

"Ma'am, you most certainly have nothing to apologize for" Mac said. "Apparently you did not get word of my accident when I got back to the motel the night after I was your guest here for dinner. I was hit by a car and taken to Mount Airy where I was flown to a trauma center in Raleigh for a head injury. I was unconscious for fourteen days and have no memory of anything that occurred for several days prior to my injury."

"Then that would mean you don't recollect my coming to see you in the woods the day after you were here for dinner?" Flea asked, recalling her trip to the woods hoping to get her hands on the thick cock she had so wanted.

"I have no recollection of anything that happened during that time" Mac said. "Why would you have come to my work place in the woods?"

Aunt Flea was now flustered, realizing too late she should have just kept her mouth shut and now without an answer to the handsome man's question. He, of course had full recall, not only of how the wanton hussy had groped him all during dinner, out of the sight of her nephew and great-nephew and how she had driven into the woods, screaming his name the following day. Mac had quietly hidden in the treetop, watching the woman hike up her skirt, pull her panties down to her ankles and masturbate herself to a screaming orgasm while begging Mac to come and fuck her.

"Why, Mr. McBeavey, our dear Flea just came to the woods to bring you some of the leftover apple pie you had enjoyed after dinner the night before." Ms. Bedford said. "She said you had repeatedly complimented it as the best apple pie you had ever tasted so, being the generous, loving angel that she is, she wanted you to have it."

"Yes, that's right, Mr. McBeavey" Flea said. "I was bringing you some pie. I wouldn't have had any other reason, as a single maiden woman to be coming to the woods to see you without a chaperone."

"I can't imagine you would have" Mac said. "Which brings me to another point. When I awoke from the coma, the governor and his aide were in my hospital room, wanting to send me to Haiti to restore the power grid. That is why I haven't been back to Gayberry during this time. And now the governor has asked two favors of me. First, to become the temporary sheriff and to make a recommendation on whom he should appoint as a permanent sheriff for the town. Then I will be moving to Raleigh in a very luxurious condominium with a view of the governor's mansion and the capitol to assume the position as president and CEO of the North Carolina Power Company. It is a very powerful position which will involve constant entertaining and being entertained by some of the top people in this country. The governor suggested I immediately find a wife to serve as my social hostess so that there won't be any nasty rumors. You know the kind of nasty rumors I mean, don't you?"

"Oh yes" Mrs. Bedford said. "There are faggots everywhere these days. No man in a high position can risk being thought a pillow biter. It just isn't acceptable socially."

"That is exactly what the governor told me" Mac said earnestly. "Governor North suggested that I need look no further than Gayberry for a suitable wife and he suggested I start with a woman of unquestioned purity or a leading socialite who was the first Miss Gayberry."

"Why, that would be us!" Ms. Bedford exclaimed. "I knew the day would come when we would be rewarded for all we have been through. Now we really need something to wear immediately. And while either Flea or I would be more than suitable for a position in Raleigh Society, I am the one with the experience as a fine hostess of the upper class. Flea could learn things but it would take some time and a lot of polishing to get her ready. I, on the other hand could step into the role as we speak. "

"I done give all y'all's nice clothes away to the colored ladies' thrift store" Eliza said. "That's what the sheriff told me to do so I done it. I might could go and find some of them and bring them back."

"Do you think Tara or I would wear clothing after it's been handled by a bunch of nig..." Aunt Flea began

"Just get on with your silly self, Eliza" Tara interrupted. "Just go down to Edna Lou's little shop on Main Street. Tell her that she can reopen my account by order of the governor of the state and find us the best ladies' undergarments she has, some nice shoes and a couple of nice frocks. That'll have to do until I can get to Raleigh to shop in a real store. We'll also need nice hats and some new gloves and handbags."

"Is it okay for me to do that?" Eliza asked Mac.

"Of course it is, Eliza" Mac said. "Do as your boss tells you. Mrs. Bedford will be having her home, her business and everything else returned to her with apologies of the state of North Carolina."

"As soon as you get back with our clothes, get out of here and head over to my home and start getting it ready for my return. Any possessions of those awful men should be piled on the sidewalk and burned. We can have a bonfire and roast marshmallows. Sheriff Mac, do you think we might bring former sheriff Gaylor down from the jail naked and humiliate him and Mr. Walker there like they humiliated us."

"I have the authority to do that and if you want that to happen, you certainly deserve it" Mac said. "Between us, I think the governor may be afraid of a lawsuit so he told me to do anything to try to head that off. Once the warden brings the pardon to me, you two may have anything you ladies want."

"Please Mr. McBeavey, we needn't be so formal" Aunt Flea said in her flirty voice. "We call you Mac and you just call me Flea?"

"That would be lovely, you dear, gorgeous lady" Mac said, kissing Aunt Flea's hand as he said it. "Do you agree that Mrs. Bedford might be the better choice for me as a wife as she has more experience in serving as a hostess for sophisticated affairs?"

"No, sir, I do not" Flea said with a smile. "Tara is my dear, dear friend, one of the best friends anyone could ever have, and I cherish her. But I think she may be a little bit off the target with that. I have been told by any number of suitors that, had I but been born in Gayberry, I would undoubtedly have won the title as the first Miss Gayberry. Or perhaps not the first. Tara is several years older than I so I'm rather certain I would have held the title but several years after she held it."

Mr. Bedford obviously bristled at those words.

"Did that girl already leave for the dress store?" Mrs. Bedford asked. "That stupid cow! We will also need some hair pins and several cans of Aqua Net if we are to look really good as we reenter polite society."

"I can call down to the shop and tell Eliza what you need" William offered.

"Why don't you do that, Mr. Walker" Mac said. "I can remove your cuffs although I think we need to keep the shackles on your ankles."

"Tell Eliza to get some black hairpins for me and then some lighter ones for Flea. Those won't stick out in her hair since it's turning gray so fast."

Aunt Flea shot the other woman a look that could kill but then again pasted on her sweet smile.

"My hair isn't turning gray, my precious, precious friend" Aunt Flea said to Mrs. Bedford. "I paid good money to have Ozella put these light streaks in my hair. It was all intentional as she said it would frame my face in a more flattering way. I'll have you know I've never found a single gray hair. Any number of men have told me how very attractive it looks."

"Any number of en indeed" Mrs. Bedford sniffed. "A person of refinement would never even talk to a number of men. I have repeatedly tried to tell you that you chose to mingle with some real undesirables. That would never be permitted in Raleigh society. Being socially adept requires a high degree of discernment."

"I have plenty of refinement and discernment" Flea said. "I don't think it's fair that William Walker gets to sit here with all his clothes on after the way he treated me and my precious friend, Tara. He and my nephew made us strip naked and bent us over the sofa exposing our most private places and beat us with ping pong paddles. It seems to me that turnabout might be fair play, as the old saying goes."

"Is that true, William?" Mac asked.

"Yes, sheriff, it is but the truth is that Randy made me do it. He'd threaten anyone who didn't do what he said. That's how he is."

"Flea, surely you are not suggesting that Mr. Walker remove articles of clothing are you?" Tara asked. "No woman of refinement would want to be around that kind of thing."

"I'm not saying it should happen but I think there should be some kind of punishment" Flea said. "He was very ugly to me and my dear friend when he came here with my nephew. It was just humiliating the way we were treated."

"Mrs. Bedford, you've been married and you've raised three fine sons so I would assume you are no stranger to the male anatomy are you?" Mac asked. I don't mean to get personal, but you certainly have been around sparsely dressed or nude males haven't you?"

"Well of course I have, sheriff" Mrs. Bedford said. "I suppose it's just that we more refined women don't perhaps have the curiosity that more common types like my dear friend Flea has. If you wish to have Mr. Walker remove some articles of clothing, that is up to you. I certainly won't be watching. Sometimes it seems as if my precious friend has an unusual curiosity about tawdry things such as nakedness and nudity."

"Miss Taylor, why don't you instruct Mr. Walker on what he should do" Mac said.

"Oh my, I never expected to be put in this position" Flea giggled. "But I suppose he could begin by removing his shirt."

Flea was feeling the all too familiar and pleasurable twitching between her legs at the thought of seeing the handsome William Walker remove his clothes. She was even more excited that she had control of the situation. The twitching in her crotch was exacerbated by watching the extremely long and thick fingers of Mr. McBeavey as the man tended to use his hands in gesturing as he spoke. Flea's mind began to imagine how those long, thick fingers would feel rubbing her clitoris and being inserted into her wet cunt. Her breathing had gotten a bit shallower as she watched William remove his shirt and then his undershirt, revealing his bushy pits and his very hairy, masculine chest.

Mrs. Bedford had chosen to look away from the scene but Flea was transfixed as ac encouraged her to sit on the sofa beside him.

"William, I think it's only fair that you get rid of those trousers too since you were so rude with these fine ladies. Do you agree?" Mac asked Aunt Flea.

"Oh, oh, why yes" Aunt Flea answered breathily, having trouble now catching her breath and feeling the strong urge to reach between her legs and start to rub her pussy.

"I don't think I care to see this spectacle" Mrs. Bedford sniffed. "I think I'll go out to the kitchen and fix a cup of tea. Mr. McBeavey, you ought to think long and hard if you are seriously considering this woman to raise your children and help you to navigate the upper levels of Raleigh society. She is my dear, precious friend, but she has never been disciplined about some things. She could make you the laughing stock of Raleigh society and nothing but a laughable cuckold should you choose her. I assure you that will never happen if you choose me. I will be completely frank with you. I have been completely chaste since the death of my beloved husband and if we are married, I would expect to have a time of acclimation to one another, if you are understanding me."

"Are you saying there would be no sexual intimacy until a certain length of time had elapsed?" Mac asked.

"That is exactly what I am saying, sir" Tara said. "No one else need be aware of our arrangement and I would do everything a mother is expected to do for your boys. I know how to raise sons as I have raised three of my own. I would just insist on a certain level of respect before anything of a sexual nature could occur between the two of us. Do you understand that?"

"Indeed I do, ma'am" Mac said respectfully. "I am taking on a position of responsibility in this state second only to the governor and I must make the choice of a wife wisely. My entire career could be in ruins in no time if I chose to bring a silly or promiscuous woman to the capitol. It could spell doom in a matter of weeks or months. I cannot allow that to happen for my own sake, for the sake of my new sons and the sake of our esteemed governor."

"Indeed, Mr. McBeavey. "The governor has chosen wisely in you" Tara said. "And it will be an honor to stand behind and support another great man in this state just as I did for my first husband. He built a construction dynasty in this state which was snatched from my hands by that corrupt sheriff."

"That will be remedied, dear lady" Mac said. "You will be fully restored and I can assure you of that."

"Thanks be to almighty God" Tara said, her eyes looking heavenward. "At last, after all this time sharing a cramped cell with my friend, who is a lovely person who has some unfortunate, nasty habits. And all those other women. Why, I was afraid to close my eyes at night, having heard of the unspeakable things that happen when women are detained together in such close quarters. I was in fear of my life for I would have fought to the death to avoid such disgusting perversions."

"Dear lady, go ahead and fix your tea and I will try to calm Miss Taylor as we await Eliza to bring your things" Mac said.

"She should be back here by now" Tara said. "You know you just can't trust a slow nig..."

"Go ahead and fix your tea, dear lady" Mac interrupted. "Eliza should be back by the time your tea is ready. Then I shall be delighted to accompany you back to your beautiful mansion where you can resume your life you enjoyed before you were oh so grievously wronged. We cannot do that until Warden Biden arrives with the papers of your emancipation and a pardon from the governor."

"You mean that nig..." Mrs. Bedford began before being interrupted by Mac.

"Warden Biden is simply bringing the papers from the governor" Mac said. "It is a mere formality and you need not even have interaction with him if you so desire."

"You are such a dear, considerate man" Mrs. Bedford said. "I think we might be very compatible as you seem so gentle in nature and not occupied by carnal thoughts like so many vulgar men."

"Why, thank you, Mrs. Bedford" Mac said. "I wish my dear mother were still alive to hear those sweet words from your mouth. I had the utmost respect for my dear, dear mother. She was a saint, especially as she had to put up with my father for so long. He was indeed a vulgar rascal, always pestering her for, forgive my language please, but intimate relations. I'm sure you know what I mean and I find myself blushing to even use such a phrase in front of a lady like yourself. You deserve all the honor and respect a gently lady deserves and I want you to know that should I decide to ask you to marry me, there will be no expectation of such nasty, tawdry things for at least a year to give us time to acclimate to our new situation."

"You are a dear, dear man" Tara said, touching his cheek. "I so often find I am not quite over my dear, departed husband whom I loved so much. I have not even begun to think in terms of allowing any other man such intimate privileges as we so enjoyed. It just doesn't seem quite right to me."

"I understand, ma'am, and I will respect those feelings as long as it takes" Mac said. "Those things are not at all important to me. The important thing to me is finding a woman of great beauty who can be a perfect hostess and help me to raise my two adopted sons. Those are my needs and I assure you, I have no other agenda."

"You are a dear, dear man" Tara said. "I am not unaware that men have certain needs and my husband was quite frank in describing those to me. He also explained the ways he had learned to tend to those needs at times I was, ummm, indisposed, shall we say?"

"Yes, of course" Mac said. "I feel so comfortable speaking to you about even these things which others might regard as crude. Rest assured that living down in Haiti alone for over two years, I became proficient at taking care of those needs without anyone else being inconvenienced. Those things were just not an option given the levels of bad hygiene and disease."

"So we are much agreed that your expectations in that regard would be minimal?" Tara asked.

"Please know that you may rest assured there will be absolutely no demands for any type of intimacy until such time as you are ready."

Tara left the room to go to the kitchen to prepare her tea.

As Mac and Tara had been talking, William had continued his teasing and flirting with Flea. He had taken a flask full of bourbon from his hip pocket and had given it to Aunt Flea who had now taken several long gulps and was now looking flushed and fanning her face with her hands. To be a large woman, she had almost no tolerance for alcohol and was easily intoxicated.

"William, I see you're now down to your boxer shorts." Mac said as William climbed onto the coffee table within inches of Aunt Flea and did some pelvic thrusts. Aunt Flea gasped, now being a bit tipsy and laughed her annoying high-pitched laugh which men found so annoying.

Mac sat on the sofa very near Flea and put his arm around her. He noticed her breaths were shallow and it was clear she was sexually excited as they watched the handsome, near-naked man dancing for their entertainment.

`You dear, dear woman" Mac said. "I'm going to share something with you that I've never shared with another human before. We are of like minds I believe, in that we have both kept ourselves pure for marriage. I know it hasn't been easy for me and I'm sure the same is true for you. It's clear to me the passion you have deep within you which makes it all the more admirable that you have resisted temptations of the flesh as I have also done."

"Oh yes" Aunt Flea said, unable to remove her eyes from William's crotch as his thick meat bounced around in his boxer shorts.

"I really love that you enjoy watching things such as this as I do also, but even more that you have denied yourself the pleasures our flesh affords."

"Oh yes" she said, clearly trying to move his arm so that his hand would be nearer her own crotch.

"I know that you and Mrs. Bedford are the dearest of friends but she has made some remarks that I think it my duty to share with you" Mac said in his most sincere voice. "Your dear friend, Tara, has indicated to me that you might not be a suitable candidate for the position of my wife" Mac said softly, his face so near her ear that she could feel his warm breath on her neck. "I am leaning very strongly toward a marriage proposal for you, my dear one, but I absolutely cannot afford to make a mistake in my selection. It would be the death of my career and I have two boys to raise now so I cannot afford to make a mistake with the governor watching my actions so closely. Mrs. Bedford has indicated that you may not be as pure as I may have assumed. She has even indicated that you took a prurient interest in the sheriff when he was a young boy and even in your grand-nephew, Dopie. She is telling me you always insisted on doing their baths because you enjoyed teasing them in a sexual manner. She has implied that you even enjoyed being naked with men and having young Dopie watch while you did things with other men and she even says that on a number of occasions you even took young Dopie's penis in your mouth. Of course I have trouble believing that could happen in a home run by a good Christian lady like yourself but I feel you should be aware of things she is saying."

"Mr. McBeavey, my dear, precious sweet friend is a wonderful human but she may from time to time have a problem being truthful" Flea said, quietly, trying to maintain control and keep her hungry body from betraying her. "My dearest Tara can be jealous from time to time. She has actually won thirteen blue ribbons for her pickles at the county fair but I have heard her with my own little ears inflate that number to fifteen. I've heard her do it myself and she would just look at me and smile that tight little smile knowing that she was belling a lie and daring me to say a word. There are other things I could share about her marriage but I simply cannot disparage my precious friend in such a manner. And when it came to raising her own three boys, I never approved of the way she did. Eliza raised them much more than dear Tara did. Tara told me she couldn't bear to see their little naked bodies with their ugly male parts. I have seen her with my own eyes beat her boys around the genitals when they would touch themselves as all little boys do. I know that she made them bathe while wearing their underwear and then go into a closet to towel off and put on dry underwear so she wouldn't have to see their penises. She had Eliza check them constantly to see if they were growing body hair and once they did, she insisted Eliza keep their bodies shaved all over. One time Eliza told her it wasn't right and my dear Tara beat her half to death. It was a humiliating experience for those boys and for Eliza. I certainly wouldn't want the young boys you are adopting to go through something like that."

"Oh no, that would never do. I want my boys to grow up healthy and strong and proud of their bodies. I should probably go to the kitchen and check on your friend as she has been away for a big" Mac said. "I certainly hope she has not tripped. I can't believe the sheriff has made you gentle ladies walk around in those ridiculous orange jumpsuits with stiletto pumps. It's obviously intended to humiliate you ladies but you have carried yourselves proudly and, in the end, you will win this and one of you will be my wife and a queen of Raleigh society."

"Choose me, choose me" Flea said excitedly, taking Mac by the shoulders and attempting to embrace him."I assure you that you'll never regret it. "

Mac escaped Flea's drunken attempts to embrace him, got up and went into the kitchen, leaving Flea free to focus on a nearly naked handsome William wearing nothing but his boxer shorts dancing on the coffee table just inches away from her and her quickly moistening crotch. After taking another long hit on the flask of bourbon, Flea started to paw on the near naked William. She was now rubbing her hands up and down his muscular, hairy legs and trying to work her hands under the fabric of his boxer shorts to feel of his man parts.

"Careful, Aunt Flea" William said, pushing her hands away from his near naked body. "You know you've got a good shot at finally getting a husband here but you can't blow it up. He's in the next room and could come back at any time."

"Yes, he's in there with my supposed friend and I'm sure she's doing all she can to poison him against me so he'll propose to her" Flea said, appearing near tears. ." She pretends to be my friend but she's really no one's friend. She just uses people. She learns all she can about a person's secrets and then blackmails them to get what she wants."

"But what could she possibly have on you?" William asked innocently. "You're one of the most respected women in Gayberry. Everyone knows of your reputation as being pure and despising ways of the world."

Aunt Flea took another long hit from the flask with the bourbon.

"I just love cock, Mr. Walker" she blurted. "I can't help it for the life of me. I love cocks. Young cocks, old cocks, whatever. There's nothing like the feeling of a hard cock punching my tight little cunny opening. I love the feel of a man on top of me and fondling my titties and licking me and pounding my wet hole. I can't help it but I love cock and being here is the longest I've ever gone without a cock inside me since I started getting hair on my little bald pussy."

"But you have a spotless reputation" William said.

"That's because all the men I let pork me were afraid when It old them my nephew would come after any man who besmirched my reputation" Flea said, now groping inside the fly of William's boxer shorts, trying to get his fat uncut meat in her hand. "I need to see your cock. Please. I've dreamed of being naked in a big feather bed with you and your handsome Billy Paul. I imagine you sticking your fat meat in my pussy while your son sticks his little cock in my back door. It makes me so excited. You have no idea how many nights I couldn't close my eyes in this house with my big-dicked nephew and his handsome young son in bedrooms right next to mine. I've tried to get a look at Randy's cock. I know it's big from the bulge in his pants but he got really shy just before he would've started growing hair down there. He started refusing to let me help him with his baths and even put a lock on the bathroom door so I couldn't just "accidentally" walk in and see him naked. As hard as I've tried, I've never seen it. I sneaked in his room at night several times. I've run my hand under the bed clothes and I've gotten really close but then he'd shift and I'd get scared and leave the room. He's such a self-righteous little shit I knew he'd throw me out if he caught me trying to touch his cock. Dopie's a handsome little boy and I've touched his little cocklet a lot. I always insisted on bathing the boy and I'd play with his little hard cock but I never let him put it in me. He's really a stupid little shit and I was afraid he'd run and tell his father. I can't be homeless. And then just as Dopie reached the age where he was about to become a man, that asshole father of his took him away. I need a cock in me so badly I can't stand it. I'll put it in my mouth and suck on it first if you like that. Or you can even stick it in my back door if you want to. I just desperately need a cock."

"But the matron told us that you and Mrs. Bedford have been licking each other on the pussy and bumping cunts" William said. "Doesn't getting your snatched licked clean satisfy you?"

"Of course we have but nothing is like having a hard cock inside of me" Flea said. "Tara hates cock and she never even fucked her own husband. She had promised him to make him happy but after the wedding, she kept putting him off when he wanted to do sexy stuff. She teased that poor man with the scent of her perfumed cunt until he built her that big, beautiful house and told him that when he finished the house, he could share her bed. But then she told him to move into their guest house and that poor man never spent one night in that mansion he built for her. But, being a construction business owner, his pride wouldn't let him admit he'd been denied the sexual favors of his wife so he accepted it, fearing his reputation would be damaged. He couldn't possibly be a successful business man if people knew his wife wouldn't even sleep in a bed with him. Then when people began to talk about why they didn't have children two years after they were married, she ordered him to go find a baby and she put pillows under her clothes so people thought she was pregnant. She forced that poor man to go to Mount Airy and find a baby for him to buy so everybody thought she was the boys' mother. Three times that happened! I felt so sorry for that man. He was a very handsome, virile and proud man. We began meeting for coffee in the mornings after Dopie and Randy would leave and we became quite close. He was a very handsome, proud man and he had a nice, thick cock too. We continued our little assignations for about three months. Then one evening, Tara had said she was taking the three boys to Raleigh overnight for buying some new clothes. Mr. Bedford invited me to come over and enjoy the beautiful swimming pool he had built for the family. Well, as you might imagine, we began kissing and he began touching me in the most intimate places. Then he told me he had just had all he could take of his sham marriage. He told me he was divorcing Tara and asked me to be his wife and to become the mother his three boys needed and deserved. I was so happy. We made glorious love for several hours. He suggested we have a quick dip in the pool before he was going to lay me out completely naked on a chaise and then lick me and pound me. We were enjoying our little swim when Tara and the boys showed up. As it turned out, she had become suspicious of where her husband had been going in the morning with a smile on his face so she set the trap. I was mortified because I knew she was jealous of my winning all the blue ribbons at the fair for my apple pie and because all three of her sons, now of high school age, were watching this terrible scene play out. I knew she would tell everyone about me and ruin my reputation and probably have my nephew throw me out on the street. I quickly got out of the pool, grabbing a towel to hide my nakedness. Tara wouldn't allow that, grabbing the towel and talking to me in the ugliest words you could ever imagine. When she had me in tears, she went after her husband. She talked to that poor man like I had never heard in my life before that evening. And in front of her three sons. When Mr. Bedford told he was planning to divorce her and ask me to marry him, I was elated but terrified, knowing Tara was the kind of woman who would never allow herself to be humiliated. Before we went for a swim, Mr. B. had brought out a radio and put it on a table beside the chaise lounge. He had run a very long electrical cord from the house. Tara screamed at the man and then picked up that radio, throwing it into the pool and electrocuting her husband in front of me and her three sons. And yes, it was terrible but nothing has been as terrible as being in a cell and denied cock for all this time. I can't take it any longer. I need you to let me taste your meat and feel it poke in my little cunny."

"I might be willing to give you a taste of cock and possibly even a poke, but the truth is that there have been some nasty social diseases going around so I would need to take a flashlight and inspect you before I could consider inserting my penis inside you. Someone has been spreading pubic lice around and it's reaching ridiculous proportions."

"Oh, of course" Aunt Flea said, excitedly anticipating the touch of the handsome man's hands on her needy body. "You can use your fingers to spread my cunny lips apart and dip your finger inside me. It's been so long since I felt the touch of a man and I miss it more than you can know. I love the feel of a man's hands on me and inside me, not the soft, lotiony hands of another woman."

"All right" William said, getting off the coffee table and instructing Aunt Flea to sit in the chair beside the sofa. He had her remove her jumpsuit which left her totally naked, her extremely large bosoms flapping and flopping with every move she made.

"Okay" William said. "Now just scooch down so that your bottom is right on the edge of the chair and spread your legs as wide as you can."

William took the flashlight the woman had already found for him in the drawer of the end table and shined the bright light on her puffy pubis, completely covered in thick gray hair. He then put his large, warm hands on the older woman's thighs and she gasped and trembled at the touch of such a handsome, masculine man."Are you all right, Miss Taylor?" William asked with a smile. "I certainly hope I didn't hurt you."

"Not at all, Mr. Walker" Flea said. "It's just been so long since I felt the touch of such large, masculine hands. It quite took my breath away."

"Okay, I'm going to need your help in pulling your labia apart so I can better visualize things." William said.

"Oh, feel free to touch me down there in any way you need to" she said breathily. "I'm holding my legs apart and I don't have a free hand. Perhaps you could spread my little cunny for me with your fingers."

"It's been a while since I've done this" William said. "As you know I was once married but at the end our marriage was rough and since we separated, I've chosen to put my efforts into raising my boys instead of chasing skirts. I took my marriage vows seriously and never strayed although she did so repeatedly."

William was now touching Aunt Fleas's hairy pussy and intentionally seeking out her small clitoris and grasping it between his index and third fingers. He then slid his thumb into her soaking wet vagina and she gasped loudly, obviously on the verge of an orgasm.

"Oh, sweet Jesus Christ on crutches" Aunt Flea gasped as William stroked her clit and teased her vagina with his long, thick thumb.

"It's been so long and it feels so good" Aunt Flea gasped. "Please, please don't stop. I'm getting so close."

Her eyes rolled back in her head and William knew she was right on the verge of a climax just as the doorbell rang and William jerked his hand away, heading to answer the door.

"I'm so sorry I forgot my key" Eliza said, entering along with Warden Biden. "I found some really beautiful clothes and undergarments for the ladies. Warden Biden told me to spare no expense so I didn't hesitate to buy fine things."

"Greetings, William" the handsome warden said as he and Eliza gazed at the naked Aunt Flea in the living room chair, completely naked and fingering herself. "The governor had me check on Sheriff Gaylor to make sure he was locked up and to be a sort of presence for the state until a new sheriff can be appointed."

"I'm glad that sorry nephew of mine finally got what was coming to him" Aunt Flea sniffed, as she continued to rub her hairy cunt. "He was out of control. Imagine locking up his own aunt and the leading society woman in this town. He just got too big for his own britches is what happened here and I hope they put him under the jail. I hope he never gets out and I hope the state takes over raising his son. He's never been a fit father and I'd swear to that in court."

"The governor asked if you'd have interest in taking Dopie with you and Mr. McBeavey when you move to the capitol, assuming Mac chooses you as his wife" the warden said.

"Oh no, no interest at all" Aunt Flea said. "I'm afraid his father ruined that boy and Dopie will probably be in a cell himself before he's sixteen years old. I'll be far too busy with the job of being the perfect hostess for my husband, a very important man. It's just what I was made for and, while it's taken longer than I expected, I never gave up on my dream. I'm hoping to persuade dear Mac to put those little darkie boys he's adopting in boarding school so that I can spend all of my time establishing us in Raleigh society. You boys know I've won the blue ribbons for apple pie baking at the county fair for the past several years. Now I plan to take it to the next level and take the blue ribbons at the state fair. The last thing I want to be dealing with is some snotty nosed little brat."

During the conversation, Aunt Flea continued to sit there naked and absent-mindedly stroking her furry pubes as though it were normal behavior.

"Where are Mac and Mrs. Bedford?" the warden asked. "I have spoken with the governor and it's possible I bring disturbing news."

At that moment, Mac and Tara Bedford reappeared through the kitchen, the woman's arm hooked through the arm of Mr. McBeavey, making them appear quite intimate.

"Why, Flea, what are you doing naked in a room with men present?" Tara asked, appearing to be aghast.

"This is on my account" the warden said. "The governor has insisted that the woman selected by Mr. McBeavey undergo a physical examination by a qualified medical professional before any marriage can take place. I understand Dr. Foster is out of town so I am to do t he examinations as I am a certified emergency medical technician. My other news is that the governor has, sadly reached the limit on the number of pardons he is allowed to grant. I have the one pardon in my pocket for the woman Mac chooses as his wife but the one of you who is not chosen will remain incarcerated."

"But, warden, Mac hasn't selected which woman to marry yet" William explained. "He is having a difficult time deciding between these two fine specimens of North Carolina womanhood."

"Then the logical thing is for both women to undergo physical examinations, then he can select his bride" the warden said. "One will become his wife and the other will, unfortunately, continue incarceration."

As they were discussing this information, Mac led Mrs. Bedford to the sofa and assisted her to sit, then sitting close by her side.

"That sounds like an excellent plan to me" Mac said. `You men just have to try some of my dear Tara's home made potato chips with this excellent ghost pepper sauce" Mac said. "I thought they had spicy food in Haiti but the heat in this is off the charts. I've never eaten chips with a fork but this sauce will actually burn your fingers. I suggest you use a napkin to avoid the sauce having contact with your skin."

"I'm sure my dear friend Tara took credit for making that hot sauce but the truth is that it is my recipe and my creation" Aunt Flea said, as she stood from her seat, exposing her total and complete nakedness. Her pendulous breasts were bouncing, her large nipples obviously rock hard from sexual excitement and her gray muff visibly wet from the moisture of sexual excitement.

"Look at that slutty bitch!" Tara said, pointing to her friend. "Is that the type of woman you want to take to Raleigh as your wife? She'd make you a laughing stock sleeping with every available man in that town while laughing at you behind your back. You'd have to worry every day while you were working about what delivery boy she was taking into your bed. She's a shameless hussy who would be a disaster of a wife."

"You lying tramp!" Aunt Flea screamed. "Everyone in this town knows that I have saved myself for marriage. No one but a husband-murdering slut would question my virtue!"

Mac appeared shocked at the outbursts but the warden attempted to calm the situation.

"I realize there is much emotion in this room right now" he said in his low, calm voice. "It is essential Mac make his decision in the next hour as he has some meetings in Raleigh he and his chosen must get back for. As I explained to William and Miss Gaylor, the governor has exhausted his available pardons except for one. That one is to be used for Mac's selected bride and the other woman, the one not chosen by him for marriage, must remain incarcerated. The governor has also insisted that a physical examination of the bride be performed as the new wife will be residing with two young immigrants. It is essential no types of disease be brought into the home and there has been a significant outbreak of pubic lice in the region. As the examination must be performed by qualified medical personnel and Dr. Foster is away, I have volunteered to conduct the examination as I am a certified emergency medical technician."

"You won't be putting one of your nasty monkey man hands on my white flesh, warden, or whoever you say you are. Mrs. Bedford sniffed haughtily. "No niggerman has ever touched or even seen my naked body and I have no intention of that changing now or ever."

"Then, my dear woman, I'm afraid that takes you out of the running as a marriage candidate for me" Mac said sadly. "My governor has been very good to me and very generous. I would never consider going against his order so it looks like I shall be marrying Miss Gaylor."

Aunt Flea began jumping up and down, her large breasts moving obscenely as was the fat on her belly and her thighs.

"You won't regret this, my dear Mr. McBeavey" Aunt Flea said. "I will make you so happy and I'll do absolutely anything you want to do. Having saved myself all these years, I feel like a firecracker about to explode. You can take my virginity now if that would please you. I trust you to follow through with marriage. Look, I'm already a little wet down there just thinking about how it's going to feel."

"You're soaking down there because you've had your fist in your cunt, you stupid cow" Tara said. "No, no, no, I cannot allow this to happen. I will submit to your examination but only if my future husband is allowed to be present at all times. I don't like this but I shall do what I must. It is for my future husband and for my beloved state of North Carolina."

"I'll gladly undergo examination as well" Aunt Flea said "and it doesn't matter who watches. I'm ready to get started now. I already have my clothes off. Just tell me what to do."

"Well, we can get started if Mrs. Bedford will just remove that jumpsuit" the warden said. "Are you wearing any underwear beneath that?"

"You stupid nigger!" she spat. "You know we're not allowed any underwear as prisoners of this state. All of you will pay for what you've done to me once I have the ear of the governor."

"Perhaps that is true, Mrs. Bedford, but for now I need to do what I am tasked to do by our governor" the warden said calmly. "You need to remember that you are still a prisoner of this state until such time as your name is on this pardon. Now get that jumpsuit off or I will take it off you."

"Keep your hands off me, you dark monkey!" she barked as she unzipped the short jumpsuit and stepped out of it, now completely naked.

The two women couldn't possible have been more dissimilar. Aunt Flea was chubby with huge breasts and large brown aureola, capped by massive brown nipples. She had a round belly with dimples and a thick gray pubic bush which ran from just below her navel to the tops of her thighs. The warden thought her the hairiest woman he had ever seen. Mrs. Bedford was unhealthily thin with saggy tits which once must have been quite nice. Now they were thin and hung almost to her waist with large brown nipples. She had almost no hair below her navel, having had what little there was burned off when her dress had caught fire at the recent Miss Gayberry Pageant. There were just a few dark scraggly hairs and a few gray ones.

"Now I need you both to kneel on the couch with your backs to me so that I may do a quick rectal examination" the warden said. "I am donning rubber gloves and lubricating a finger which I will insert to rule out any lumps in the rectal area as well as any other anomalies. I believe I can check you both at once using both hands."

That said, the warden applied lubricant to his index and long fingers and inserted his index fingers into the rectums of both women. Mrs. Bedford screamed at the painful intrusion but Aunt Flea gave out only a soft gasp which sounded as if she were enjoying the procedure.

"You better hurry the fuck up!" Tara Bedford yelled as she squirmed and tried to get away from the invading digit.

"Mrs. Bedford, you made the choice to have this examination" the warden said sternly. "We can stop this right now and you can be eliminated as a marriage prospect for this man or you can just shut the hell up and let me do my job. I don't want to be doing this. I didn't ask for this job and I will not put up with any more bullshit from either of you!"

"I think you're doing just fine, warden" Aunt Flea chirped. "I've never had anything inside me but I am not finding it unpleasant."

"You lying bitch!" Tara Bedford yelled at her friend. "You've told me how much you like having a man put his pecker in your backside if it wasn't too big. Now you're just lying and trying to pretend you're so virtuous. You should just stop it now and confess to being the biggest slut whore in Gayberry. Why, every time you have too much to drink, you start talking about all the handsome young boys in town and how you'd like to strip them down and just look at them and select which one of them you'd let put their cocks in your holes. Admit it, bitch!""

"Tara, dear friend, I have no idea what you are talking about" Aunt Flea said sweetly. "I never suspected such a dear friend would tell lies on me to advance her own social agenda. I'm sure you wouldn't want me to tell about how many times you've offered to pay me just to strip for you and let you lick my cunny. I doubt you want to discuss how you've licked the pussies of just about every married woman in the Gayberry Ladies Aide Society and their young daughters. It is time for you to stop right now, you murdering bitch!"

"You're the biggest liar in this town and the town's biggest slut" Mrs. Bedford said angrily. "You know you've had more dick than any woman in this town. In your nasty mouth, in your nasty cunt or in your nasty asshole. It didn't matter to you as long as you had some drooling turd wanting to stick it inside you. You are a disgusting fuckcow! If you had as many dicks sticking out of you as you've had poked in you, you'd look like a goddamned porcupine!"

"No matter what I may have done, I am not a murderer of my own husband!"Aunt Flea shouted back.

"Ladies, can we just calm down and get on with this?" the warden asked. "Believe me, it's no picnic for me having to deal with this kind of bullshit but I do as I'm told by my governor. So please just shut the fuck up and let's get this over with."

"Just be patient, ladies" Mac said. "I know this is embarrassing for two such fine, respectable ladies as yourselves, but it is the order of the governor and I know he's just being protective of me and my two boys I'm adopting."

"This is indeed humiliating for a woman like myself" Mrs. Bedford said. "But I am willing to endure much for so much to gain. It is my Christian duty to save you and your boys from the likes of my former friend who is just a nasty nymphomaniac whore. Would you consider sitting beside me and holding my hand as I endure this horrible ordeal? I shall think of nothing but my chaste love for you and of our eternally happy future together."

"Of course I shall, my dear lady" Mac answered as he took a seat on the sofa between the two naked women.

"Now it's time to do a thorough vaginal exam, ladies" the warden said. "I need for you both to sit on the edge of the sofa and extend your legs to rest on the coffee table I will begin with Miss Gaylor so, Mrs. Bedford, you just try to relax with your possible future husband while I get this done."

Aunt Flea scooched her big but to the very edge of the sofa and extended her legs to rest on the coffee table. The warden then asked her to grab both legs behind the knees and pull them back as far as she could. He then moved the coffee table back a bit so that he could kneel to examine the woman's privates closely. She had trouble pulling her heavy legs back so, as suggested by the warden, William went around the couch and assisted her with pulling her legs back. William perched on the back of the sofa so that his underwear-covered crotch was directly in Aunt Flea's face. Her eyes were fixed on William's crotch which was just out of range for her tongue. She licked her lips thinking about how the handsome man would taste. The warden then removed his rubber gloves and stroked Aunt Flea's hairy thigh. She gasped loudly at his touch immediately, obviously excited by the touch of the handsome black man.

"Oh my!" Aunt Flea gasped. "Your hand is so large and so very warm. I've never in my life..."

Her voice trailed off but the warden decided to question her.

"You've never what, Miss Gaylor?" the warden asked. "Have you never felt the touch of a black man on your naked body? Is that what you mean? I do have warm hands and very nice, long, thick fingers just like your prospective husband. Those fingers feel good on your white skin, don't t hey? You like the way my hand feels on your thigh, so close that thick bush and so close to your tight little puffy cunny, don't you?"

Uh-huh" she said weakly, nodding her head.

"Say it" the warden said. "Tell me it feels good. Tell your dear friend and your prospective husband how it feels."

"It feels so good" she said dreamily, her eyes tightly closed. "It feels so good and I don't want you to stop. Touch my little cunny. Please, I need you to touch my sweet little cunny. It's been so long since I felt the touch of a man and I miss it. I miss it so badly. I want it every day. I really, really need it. Move your hand closer. Please."

The warden again rubbed her hairy thigh and then slowly placed the palm of his hand squarely on her furry cunt, sliding his finger against her clitoris.

"Oh my sweet holy Jesus!" she said loudly. "That feels so good. I had forgotten how good a man's hand feels on my pussy! Please don't stop. Please!"

"Don't worry, just relax, Miss Gaylor" the warden said, his face now so close to her throbbing pussy she could feel his warm breath. "William, I am about to part her labia with my fingers. It might make it more comfortable if you would assist me by gently massaging her breasts."

"Oh yes, oh hell yes, please, Mr. Walker!" she begged. "Put your hands on my titties."

The woman was clearly in a fuck trance as William began to knead her pendulous breasts, teasing the nipples with his fingertips and making them rock hard.

"This cunt is so hairy and so tight I'm having trouble finding the opening. Look at this slut humping my hand like a dog in heat" the warden said as he squirted more lubricant onto his fingers and hands, coating it thoroughly.

He then again rubbed his lubed hand over the thick pubic bush and with his long, index finger went straight into her vagina as his slick thumb made circles on her small but very erect clitoris.

"Oh my sweet holy little Jesus boy!" she yelped, experiencing the ministrations of an excellent cocksman on her already excited genitals.

The warden kept it up, increasing the speed of his thumb circling her clit as he added his middle finger into her vagina. She screamed in pleasure when that happened and experienced a quick little orgasm as the second finger entered her sopping wet cunt.

"Will you look at how she is acting!" Mrs. Bedford whispered to Mac, her lips pursed and smirking in disapproval. "I have never in my life been so embarrassed at the actions of someone I once considered a friend. There's no excuse for behaving like a common street nigger. I told all of you she was not fit to be the wife of a social leader, not here and especially in Raleigh. Can you imagine how she would act behind your back in Raleigh?"

"Or perhaps she is the virtuous woman she claims to be, all of her passion pent up for all these years and now exploding in anticipation of being sexual with a loving husband" Mac said. "There is certainly a case to be made that she is exploding with passion which she has held in for all these years."

"Pshaw!" Mrs. Bedford spat. "She's never denied herself anything. Look at her humping that nigger finger like a dog with a new toy. This is the most disgusting spectacle I have ever witnessed."

But as Mrs. Bedford spoke, she found herself, for some unknown reason, unable to take her eyes off the scene unfolding right beside her. She felt a strangeness in her body as she watched the fingers move in and out of her friend's cunt. She had never in her life felt so flush, as though the heat had been turned up in the room. The feelings made her dizzy and she found it difficult to breathe as she watched her friend of so many years and her sexual partner get fingerfucked vigorously by this handsome black man. The warden continued to pump his large fingers in and out of her wet cunt and to stimulate her hard clitoris until she exploded, screaming in an intense climax and lying limp on the sofa, either passed out or dead.

"Oh my God!" Mac exclaimed. "Is the dear woman all right? Should we send for help?"

The warden just laughed.

"Miss Taylor is just fine or she will be shortly. It's not uncommon for a woman to pass out when she has an extreme climax and Miss Taylor certainly had one of those. She'll wake up in a few minutes and she'll likely be wanting more action on her puffy little pussy. If she gets off like that on fingers, it would be fun to see her explode on a thick, hard cock."

"That was a horrendously disgusting display" Mrs. Bedford said. "I certainly hope you are not expecting me to behave in such a depraved manner. I'm only permitting this examination because it is necessary for me to marry Mr. McBeavey. You better keep the examination of me brief and to the point, warden or you will pay. None of that funny business. Do you understand?

Tara Bedford was acting determined and stern but inside she was experiencing some troubling feelings. Watching the handsome black warden punching his fingers in and out of her former friend and twirling his thumb around her clitoris had caused a strange, never-felt stirring in Mrs. Bedford's private areas. She had never been entered before, not by a toy or a finger and most assuredly by a hard penis. The very thought had always sickened her, even as she enjoyed being licked and having her own big clit sucked by other women. But what she had just witnessed disturbed her. She took a deep breath and moved her behind down to the edge of the sofa with Aunt Flea still passed out beside her.

"Do what you have to do but be quick about and none of t hat funny business" she said sternly to the warden.

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded as he smiled at Mac. "Now if William will help us out and pull your legs back, I'll be as quick with this as possible."

Tara Bedford's head was spinning and she felt dizzy at her reaction to seeing the handsome black man plunging his long, slick fingers into and out of her friend's cunt. She never expected to be aroused by that. She had, in fact, never been aroused by any sexual act involving a man. As a young girl, she had been sent by her family to the Mississippi University for Women, an all-girls college where pretty much all of the girls experimented with lesbian sex. Mrs. Bedford had discovered that only other girls and women excited her and in fact, had been repulsed when her groom kissed her at the end of their wedding ceremony. Even when having sex with women, she always wanted to be in control and never liked the idea of anything entering her bodily orifices, not even a finger. She loved being naked with other girls and women and licking and sucking but the thought of actually being penetrated in any fashion was repulsive to her. But now her body was betraying her in ways she couldn't have imagined. When she saw the warden plunging his fingers into Flea's hair pussy, she felt twitches in her own cunt down to the deepest parts of her being. She wanted to touch herself and insert her own fingers into herself but her prospective groom was sitting right beside her. What would he think of a woman who would finger her own pussy in front of him and other men? But her pussy was twitching and craving the touch of another person. And now she felt William's strong hands pulling her legs back to her shoulders. This handsome man was also smiling at her and she really didn't know what to do or say. Then she looked down between her legs where the warden was on his knees, also smiling up at her warmly. That made her pussy twitch even more, dying to know how it felt when his fingers were plunging in and out of her friend's pussy. The woman had never seen and adult male's cock as she had denied her husband any sexual activity. She had only seen the three boys she called her sons who had actually been stolen by her late husband. He had livid a life of enforced abstinence for fear of being ostracized and ridiculed by his peers in the construction business. As her own boys became toddlers, they were taught never to expose their bodies to her or even to each other. She had insisted they bathe wearing underwear and then go into a closet to remove the wet underwear and dry themselves, donning fresh undergarments before leaving the closet. And now she was in a room with men she really didn't know, her bare pussy being exposed to all and about to be touched by one of the most handsome black men in the entire state. The warden applied a generous dollop of lubricating gel to his index finger and slowly inserted it into her rectum. She gasped with pleasure. There was only the slightest pain for a brief moment, then she began to enjoy the finger as she gasped in pleasure. She closed her eyes, fearing the men would see the enjoyment she was deriving from the experience.

"Just relax, Mrs. Bedford" the warden said in his deep, dreamy voice as he moved his finger about, gently stimulating the sensitive tissue before removing the digit from her butthole.

"There now, that wasn't too awful was it?" the warden asked.

"Uh-uh, she said, shaking her head and keeping her eyes tightly closed. Her mind was racing, wondering what the warden's penis might look like. She had no basis for comparison. Circumcision of her own sons hadn't even been discussed and she had no idea about the difference between an uncircumcised penis and a circumcised one. Her only frame of reference was the occasional diaper change of her infant boys, most of which had been done by Eliza. She realized she knew nothing about the male anatomy and had never before had even the least bit of interest. But now her mind was racing, wondering what the warden's penis would look like and how it would taste and how it would feel inside her pussy. The warden wiped the lubricant from her rectum gently and again lubricated his fingers to prepare to examine her vagina. She realized he wasn't wearing gloves and she wanted to feel his warm skin against her most private places. She wondered if this was perhaps just a dream or if she had gone mad as she felt the warden use his long, warm fingers to part her labia and tickle her clit with his thoroughly lubricated finger. As he touched her clit, she cried out in pleasure.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you, Mrs. Bedford?" the warden asked.

"Oh no, no, I was just surprised " she said. "You can proceed. Feel free to proceed."

William, the warden, Mac and Eliza all realized that Tara Bedford was feeling sexually stimulated and all were surprised by this response. They had all expected her to be wild and resistant so this was a real shock as they all looked at each other and exchanged knowing smiles. The warden used his very well-lubricated index finger to stroke her engorged clitoris, now visible. It was the size of a tiny penis and was very erect and visible to the group. The warden massaged it expertly, eliciting moans and gasps of pleasure from Mrs. Bedford. Mac excused himself to go to the kitchen and Tara wasn't even aware he had left, so stimulated was she by the warden's stroking of her clit.

"Now I'm going to insert a finger into your vagina" the warden said softly. "I'll be gentle and it shouldn't hurt at all. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, please do it" she said. "I'm ready. Just put your finger in me."

The warden did just that, slowly giving her the entire thick length of his middle finger as she gasped with pleasure at the feeling of being entered. He continued to circle her clit with his slick thumb as he fingerfucked her almost hairless pussy. He nodded at William who began to knead her saggy breasts and then stimulate her large nipples.

"Oh God almighty damn" she moaned. "Don't stop. Do it faster, do it harder. Finger that cunt! Finger me hard and fast! Oh fuck yes!"

The woman was out of her mind as she thundered toward her first vaginal climax. She had experienced easy, gentle clitoral orgasms all of her adult life but nothing like this.

"Let me feel of your cock!" she said urgently. "I want to feel that big black cock of yours. I want to touch it. I want to suck on it. I want it inside me. Take your cock out now. I want to know how it feels to be ravaged by a big, thick dick!"

Mac had returned from the kitchen and set a rather large jar on the coffee table before undoing the warden's pants and dropping them to his knees, exposing his beautiful, thick, uncut cock which was at full mast. Mac stroked it several times as the warden continued to stimulate Mrs. Bedford without missing a stroke. He now added a finger to her cunt and she was coming even closer to an orgasm.

"You want to suck my big black cock, you horny white slut?" the warden asked.

"Fuck yes!" she replied. "I want to taste that dark meat and then feel it inside my cunt! My pussy's on fire and it will take that cock to put the fucking fire out."

William quickly replaced the warden in fingering Mrs. Bedford as the warden moved up on his knees on the sofa to feed his monster cock to the begging bitch.

"Here it is, bitch!" he said roughly. "You're begging for it, you better take every bit of it. And if I feel a tooth scrape me even once, I'll fucking choke you with it and knock every one of your teeth down your fucking throat. Now take this cock, bitch."

She opened her mouth and when she did that, he shoved his long, hard, thick cock all the way in, causing her to gaga and sputter. She had, of course never had a cock of any size in her mouth and this was not a starter cock. It was a demanding monster and she began to choke, trying to push his body away from her face. But he was unrelenting. He held his cock in her throat as he pinched off her nostrils, cutting off her oxygen supply. She realized she was suffocating now and went into panic mode. Mac held her hands so she couldn't claw any of them as she tried to get oxygen into her lungs without success. He finally pulled his cock out for just long enough to allow her to take a deep breath before plunging it back in. The woman so aroused that even the fear of suffocation hadn't deterred her from her determination to reach the mind-blowing orgasm she was so close to.

"Somebody please stick a dick in me" the woman screamed. "I need a dick in my pussy!"

The noise had slowly roused Aunt Flea, still somewhat dazed from her powerful orgasm and she was confused as to what was happening . She saw her oldest and most racist friend apparently gobbling a big black dick and begging to have a cock inserted inside her. The sight aroused her and she began to finger her own hairy cunt again.

"I'm close" Mrs. Bedford screamed. "I'm so fucking close! Don't stop fingering me! Don't stop anything you're doing. I'm about to cum!"

The warden was now slapping her face with his spit-covered cock and William continued to finger her cunt furiously. Then everything changed.

"Well, I'll just be goddamned!" a familiar voice said loudly from the front door. "I never dreamed I'd be a'seein' the first Miss Gayberry and the queen of Gayberry society with a big black dick in her face and my best buddy fingerin' her cunt!"

It was Sheriff Randy Gaylor, whom the women had been told was incarcerated and headed to prison. It was Mrs. Bedford who first began to figure out that something just wasn't right in the situation. Her powerful orgasm now ruined, the warden was pulling up his pants and William had removed his hands from her pussy and was now getting dressed as all the men had a good laugh.

"This was all a trick, you fucking bunch of assholes!" Tara screamed at the group as they laughed. "How could you do this to us?"

"Well, now that Randy's here, he can perform the marriage ceremony" Aunt Flea said cheerfully even as she continued to finger her pussy. "Have you decided which of us you're going to marry, Mr. McBeavey?"

"You stupid fucking dickslut!" Mrs. Bedford screamed at her friend. "There's not going to be a wedding. There was never going to be a wedding. This was all a trick! Just a ploy to get you to incriminate me in the death of my husband and to expose you as the cock hungry slut you've always been, even fucking my late husband. Are you really that stupid? Your nephew was never incarcerated and Mr. McBeavey was never told to marry one of us. And there was never any kind of pardon in the works. We've been made to look like absolute fools."

"That's exactly what you two are" the warden said. "And another piece of bad news is that the governor has signed off on funding for a brand new women's prison to be built just outside the city limits of Gayberry. I'll be moving here to Gayberry as administrator because they bought enough land to build a new men's prison nearby. It will bring new families and businesses to this town and make the lives of a whole lot of people better. But I guarantee you that neither of you cunts will ever experience another day outside of prison. Once the prison is built, both of you will work in the prison kitchen and the prison laundry from before the sun comes up till after it sets. And I'm not hiring any male employees except for men who have been castrated. So Miss Gaylor's days of dick sucking and fucking are over and done. And Mrs. Bedford will never even get to experience the wonderful feeling a taking a man's hard cock inside her worn out, bald, ugly snatch. It's all over for the both of you and that's a promise. I'm ready to shower all of your nasty cunt germs off my body and go and spend the evening and spend the night in the bed with William Walker's beautiful young son."

"And I plan to do the same with the nephew you pretended to love and care for but were so mean to. Dopie and I will be getting naked together and spending this night together. The way we wanted to on that night you filled Randy's head with hateful lies about me."

"No, please, you can't do that to me" Aunt Flea pleaded. "I can't live without men! I'd rather be dead than to live my life without being touched by men."

"Shut up, bitch!" Randy said. "Not another word from your lyin' deceitful fuckin' mouth! My boy is always goin' to feel loved with me and with my men friends. I'll never let another cunt close enough to my boy to hurt him again and that's a motherfuckin' promise. Dopie's made it clear he don't care to ever see you or hear your voice again and as for your buddy, Tara Bedford, her three boys have made it clear they hope she is dead as soon as possible. Both of you had boys in your lives who could've loved you and cherished you but you were both just too cunty o let it happen."

"Since my lovely brides are probably feeling jilted, I think it's appropriate that I give both a little parting gift or two" Mac said, lifting the jar filled with red liquid from the coffee table. "Since they're never going to get another dick in their little horny pussies, I'd like to give them both something to remember this day by. "

He then opened the jar and took out a large banana which had been soaking in the ghost pepper sauce, but not before donning latex glove and handing a pair to each of the other men.

"I took the liberty of soaking four bananas in this horribly hot pepper sauce. These bitches aren't likely to forget the feeling of having one of these shoved in her pussy, so if you guys will give me a hand, why don't we do Aunt Flea first."

The warden and William bent Aunt Flea over the back of the sofa and spread her fat legs, shoving one of the large, firm bananas up into her vagina as she screamed in pain, the pepper burning her sensitive vaginal tissues. Then Randy and Mac did the same with Mrs. Bedford who was now struggling and screaming and squirming in an attempt to get away. But the men were much stronger and had no problem holding her down as Randy shoved the giant banana into her cunt, setting her body on fire.

"I have two more of these bananas ready" Mac said with a smile. "Any ideas?"

The men all realized what the others were for and again held the screaming women as they had bananas soaked in a toxic pepper sauce shoved into their rectums as far as they would go. The women were in too much pain to even walk down the stairs to the cell area so the men carried them down, securing each on their cot and tying their hands so they couldn't remove the bananas. After conferring with Mac, the warden went back upstairs and returned with another jar with four more bananas to be inserted by the matron when the heat began to wear off.

"These bitches won't get a wink of sleep tonight and neither will the cunts in the other cells" the warden laughed.

Both women continued to scream and curse as they left the area.

"Oh Goddamn, Randy!" Aunt Flea screamed. "You can't leave me with my goddamned pussy on fire!"

"Language, Aunt Flea" he said softly. "Watch your language. The children may be listening."

He closed the door.

Back upstairs, still able to hear the women screaming from downstairs, the warden and William went upstairs to take quick showers before heading home to be with the sweet boys. Randy and Mac enjoyed ice cold beers while the others showered.

"Overall, this has been a real good day" the sheriff said.

"It's been a wonderful day and the best is yet to come!" Mac agreed with a smile.