Meanwhile at Philipie's front door, recorded by MAX's surveillance camera, Marshal Wade arrived with his coffle of nude females. He called out to the little house,

"Philippie you lazy shit, get out your tools, and get your ass ready. You got customers." the Marshal said dragged his charges to the front door of the modest little adobe house.

As he reached for the door knob, from the front window a reply informed the Marshal,

"Senior Max, he call. He says I can do um in the yard. So take um out back and I'll get my tools. I be there pronto for Senior Max. But I no want the all that hair and shit in my nice clean hacienda."

"You ought to be plumb honored to have all this poon on the hoof in your house. You dumb greaser." the Marshal argued as he led his reluctant charges, through the street, to the rear of the house. He let himself in the rear gate and closed it firmly behind him.

Then the Marshal, while he waited, commenced to again examining the poon. In the bright sunlight the cheer leaders nudity was plumb inspiring to any man's gonads. As Max had observed the tit fairy had been extra generous to these gals.

The horrified captives were mortified. Lead through the streets and now standing nude, and tethered in a dusty yard. The yoked around each neck assured they could hide nothing from the onlookers. Their charms being examined by this . this man.

Here an officer of the law was running his hands over their treasures and comparing them like animals for sale on an auction block. Weighing a tit here and plucking a labia there. Why it was just not dignified. Besides his hands were dirty. (Just no pleasing some women. Men now are easier to please long as they are doing the feeling up.)

A dirty little brown man emerged from the back door with some tools in his weathered brown hands. He stumbled at the sight and stopped right there just outside the door. Dumbfounded by the sight of all this female pulchritude exposed for all to see in his humble back yard. Truly Senior Max had honored his sheep shearing business. Philipie was proud. His humble talent had been recognized. by this great man.

"Senior Max, he find the best putas you bet 'u. I." he said as the tools dropped from his dirty hands. He advanced, with his right hand outstretched. It was drawn to the feel of a smooth white fleshy orb. (The tits owner turned to avoid more of the pawing.)

"I. Madra de Deos. This puta be all tities. I like. Wait. Wait. This one, she is. I. this."

(Decisions .Decisions. Philipie wanted . well just like you. he wanted to fuck um all.all of um.)

The dark brown paw went from the tit to a black beavered cleft on another unfortunate prisoner. This one too tried to turn away from his unwanted fondling but a firm grip on the pubic hair held her in place for the brown index fingers insertion. Just like when a sheep pulled away from the little brown man during his shearing. He was experienced with sheep. Chained and naked these women were truly just like sheep for shearing.

Philipie's pants stood straight from the crotch at the first sight of the string and now the fabric strained to contain the woodie as he was now convinced. These THESE WERE REAL! No mirages for the little brown man and his pecker today. Naked gringo putas in his own yard and he could use one. he thought as his fingers slid into an unwilling vagina.

Truly Senior Max he must favor me for my talents.

The third girl turned to escape the greasers hands and was rewarded by the invasion of her ass cheeks instead.

Philipie was on over load and not to be denied. If he could not feel the tit or cunt. then an ass would do. He closed with the third bitch and wedged her into the fence. He reached around and captured her left tit with his left hand. He pushed his right hand up along the ass slit to the warm pink hole hidden there. He now had all her privates in his possession. Philipie was a happy man. All he needed was for his dick to replace his finger and.

"I fuck this bitch." He announced.

"Now hold on there pardner. Max told me you was to shear um but I don't know nothing bout no brown pecker ramming the poon." Wade said. "Course maybe me and you can come to some greement for a slight consideration."

"Senior Max say I get to do one of 'em, and I choose this un. now." Philipie informed the official, straining to relieve his hardon from the confines of his jeans. He tore the button off the jeans when it did not release fast enough.

"I guess if'n Max says it's ok, then go do er. Your little brown brain won't be fit for nothing anyway till the blood shifts from that slimy brown pecker of your'n anyway." The Marshal observed, (Besides he wanted a piece of one of them too, to relieve his straining pecker too. This now was his chance too. Their were soo many nice warm wet little holes for him that he resolved that this would not be just a one time hump.)

the Marshal thought.



Meanwhile Philipie had his drawers down around his ankles right there in his dusty yard.



He forced the object or his lust to bend over and stick her upper body through the opening between the second and third fence rail. Her head and her tits hung down on one side and her smooth white ass stuck up there all bright and fuckable right in front of the stiff brown pecker. (Who could ask for more?) The heat seeking . or was it the moisture seeking guidance in the brown muscle sought out and gained purchase in the dark fringed hole.

As they were linked together, all the unfortunates had to assume a similar position. Head down and ass up divided by the fence.

As if it had been choreographed, they all commenced to bobbing as the overexcited mexican forced his dick in and out of his choice fuck hole. He seemed to go wild in the soft pink depths. (So it was not all that wet. So it was really almost dry and tight.) The sex mad mex's woodie did the thinking and stuffing. It went on automatic. Sex mad automatic. His speed seemed to go from fast to frantic.

(Ain't that always the way guys? You can't trust them stiff dicks. but you got to love um!)

Drawn by the oscillations of the whole troupe of girls, the Marshal unzipped his stylishly creased pants and sought to find a docking port for his white organ. He was hard pressed to find and skewer an oscillating available hole of his own. He finally settled for the bitch farthest from the horny, humping of the crazed mex.

The oscillations were less here, so his pecker soon found a black hair framed hole bounded by two lucious white moons. He bent his knees and probed for his goal. He gained entrance after a few tries. (Moving targets are hard with a hardon, but the guidance of that thing went through with it's search, and target acquisition smoothly any way. Nature been doing this sort of thing for. well long 'nuff.)

The Marshal thought as he sunk into the now wet depth of the captive's bowels. (Any hole in a frenzy)

She squealed but then who was listening to her? He loved it and his dick loved it so two out of three. Close enough for a city employee. even the chief law man hear abouts.

Philipie reached his limit of endurance and spewed his load. Even though it hurt he continued to hump the nice white ass, reluctant to relinquish his formally pleasurable position. He hoped for a renewal from he cock fairy. (Fat chance!) He looked over and the fat gringo Marshal was porking the end puta.

he prayed. (Right faithful cuss he was.)

Philipie bent over the girl and grabbed two hands full of those marvelous tities. He grasped them and twisted like the handles on his old kitchen sink. Anything to revitalize his hard on. (This caused the helpless girl to twist and give more pleasure to the Marshal love muscle.)

"Come on you puta. Come on. more . more . Andela" Philipe ordered. then begged. but he had shot his wad. The damn thing refused to stiffen. (Damn shame ain't it guys?)

Philipie gave up his quest for another woddie and stepped back from his pleasure hole. He damn near broke his neck, hobbled by the jeans, but with the blood flowing to his big head again, he resumed thinking. He adjusted his stance. He raised up and adjusted his jeans.

Longing for another dick to use on the crop of swaying white moons, Philipie observed the Marshal's humping.



Philipie retrieved his shearing tools and got out the long extension cord. He connected the electric razor and advanced on the swaying smooth white asses. He toyed with the idea of goosing the Marshal with the now buzzing instrument.



The Marshal backed away and turned from his 'docking port'. This gave Philipie an unobstructed view of the shriveled organ and stopped his thoughts of goosing the Marshal during his fucking.



"Well don't just stand there you ignorant greaser. I done cum and I only do gals so don't you be getting no perverted ideas. After you done here you can go find your friends . uh . whatever you wanna suckie. Now just get on with the shearing I got these here poon to deliver out to the ranch. Then some car stealing queers to go round up." Marshal Wade ordered tucking his pleasured organ inside of his tailored pants always careful to insure that the slime flowed where it did not show.

He wiped his hand on a smooth white ass and watched with disinterest as the little mex, taking advantage of the exposed asses, spread the moons, and proceeded to cleaned up the black hair radiating around the rear holes first.

This produced violent shaking of the females. Never had they had anyone do this denuding of their most private of holes, besides it tickled.

Philipie moved on and did the bottom of the labia and took his own sweet time.

He lingered over the rear of female organs and marveled at their smooth pink lips. Then to insure the pink inner skin was done, he took the liberty, of fingering each milimeter of skin. Their was no stubble left here. Then he went on to the next one. Slow going that's for sure but worth it.

It seems to take forever to the anxious law man. (No appreciation for perfection in that man.)

"Come on you lazy greaser. I got places to go and things to do. Can't you hurry this up. You ain't even started on the bushes yet." the Marshal demanded.

"Gringo jew want do this, jew go ahead but I tell Senior Max and he cut your balls off I bet, you scratch um." Philipie observed as he continued to run his dusty brown right hand over the last labia. He was getting another hard on. Along with stiffening his prick, his back bone took on a straighter position.

"Well OK but put a little hustle in it." the Marshal demanded exasperated. He knew Max had ordered the shearing and would be powerful displeased if he found them half done.