“I think it’s a pretty good likeness. Whatta ya say? Doesn’t that look just like yer cock?”

The young man staggered a bit, clearly taken aback by the forwardness of the question. But his eyes were transfixed to the small wooden version of his own manhood that Maddie now held in her hand. She drug her whittling knife along her pants’ leg to clear off the last bits of dust, and put it back in its sheath.

“It’ll need a bit of sanding, and some varnish ‘fore I can use it proper, but I think it’s pretty well done.” She offered the smooth crafted wood to him. “Go on, see for yerself.”

Reluctantly, the young deputy stepped forward and took the wooden replica of a man’s penis, no... his penis, in his hand.

“I do it from memory. Most times I try to get to ‘em right away so no details slip my mind. This one took me a little longer.” Maddie said. “Don’t flatter yerself, though, I was just busy is all. Still I got a real mind for rememberin’ the cocks I had, and I reckon that’s a pretty good… replication.”

Deputy Harold Keene turned the thing over in his hand. He was stunned. He couldn’t get over that this woman, who had so forcefully taken his virginity had now sculpted a wooden version to commemorate their time together. And she had been sitting here, on a bench in front of the saloon, crafting it. He could only imagine the strange looks she had gotten from passersby when they realized what she was whittling.

“Cat got yer tongue, Harry?” Maddie asked as she stood. She was a good head taller than him, and broader at the shoulders. She had a muscular frame, short cropped red hair and was covered in freckles. She had been unlike any woman Harold had ever met, bold and brash and more cocksure than any man. She often wore little more than a thin sleeveless t-shirt, and a pair of man’s breeches. It was what she was wearing now and he could see the dark spots of her areolas through the shirt as sweat in the summer heat had made the shirt nearly transparent. Her nipples poked out, causing clear rises in the fabric for all to see. “Well?” she pressed.

“I dunno… I guess… I guess it’s pretty good.”

“You guess? C’mon, ya see the damn thing every day when you take a piss. Does this look like yer cock or not?” She was speaking much louder now and Harry was concerned it would draw a crowd.

“It’s not hard when I take a piss,” was all he could think to say and he said it so quietly Maddie leaned in close to hear him.

She whispered, “Well, it’s hard when you take it out to play with it, ain’t it?” She snatched the wooden cock from his hand, turned it and pressed it against the front of his trousers. She lined it up just where his cock was and in the same position it would be in if his pants were down and his cock were erect. “Does it look like this when you flog yerself?”

Harold looked down. It did, in fact, look just like his cock did when he masturbated, except for the color, of course. Amazed and a bit bewildered he grabbed at it, clenching it like it was his own cock. He snapped his gaze up to meet hers. She had pressed her face very close to his. He watched as a bead of sweat trailed off of her chin and fell, perfectly between her two massive, round breasts. He watched as it trailed off, disappearing into her cleavage and he remembered the night she had taken him.

He had insisted on going with the Sheriff out to the ranch, though he wasn’t sure the Sheriff had wanted his company. This was the sort of chore he usually got assigned, being the youngest deputy, and he wondered why Sheriff Harper had decided to take care of it himself. Still, he didn’t want the sheriff to think him incompetent, so he made sure he wasn’t left behind. When he arrived at the Double D Ranch, he soon found out that all the jokes and crass stories about the women there were actually quite an understatement. The four women who greeted them were, by far, the bustiest women he had ever encountered in his life. And it made him a bit embarrassed to even speak to them. He tried to do his duty and deliver the warning about the wolves and press on. But Sheriff Harper apparently had no interest in seeing the boy’s initiative and proclaimed they would stay for the night.

He’d found all the women exceptionally attractive: Darlene, the ranch’s owner, with her long dark hair, tanned skin, and athletic, yet curvy body; Annie, the quiet one with her brown hair pulled back in a pony tail, tall and thin as a hitching post with breasts far too large for a woman so slender; Maddie, the crass red-head, broad and muscular, not an ounce of fat on her, and Abigail Mae, the plump young blonde, shy and timid with tremendous curves both at the breast and hips. To be honest it was all quite overwhelming to him. He tried to sneak peeks where he could and attempted to burn them into his memory so that he would recall them when he had time alone.

After dinner, once the sheriff had gone off with Ms. Dawkins, Harry slunk off to take a piss in the outhouse. When he stepped out, buttoning his pants, he was face to face with Maddie. Or more accurately, face to breasts. She was standing there, proudly, with hands on hips. She was topless and her thin white shirt hung from one of the hands at her waist. “Howdy Harry,” she said in an almost playful tone, as if she wasn’t standing there with her large, freckled breasts for all the world to see.

“Uhm… Howdy Ms. Maddie,” He finally managed after prying his eyes off her chest to stare into her green eyes.

The freckles on her cheeks stretched slightly as a big smile filled her face and she proclaimed, “We’re gonna have some fun.”

He remembered those breasts; she had pressed them so forcefully against his body he thought they would leave a bruise. They were very large, but also very firm, like the rest of her body and she slammed into him so hard that his back impacted the side of the outhouse with a distinct “thud”. She pinned him against the wall with her body, pulling her lower body away just far enough to get her hand down to his pants. She yanked his pants down so violently that he wondered if she had ripped them. That would be a sight, riding back to town tomorrow with a giant rip down the front of his trousers.

She didn’t give him long to ponder though as she quickly began to stroke his cock. Her hands were rough, but the sensation was still quite pleasurable. Maddie stepped back but he stayed pressed against it, his cock now stiffening at the sight of her. She shucked her pants off in a quick motion that came from a great deal of practice.

When she stepped back up to him, she pressed her lips hard into his with a kiss so forceful that it hurt. Pulling away, she licked the palm of her hand then slid it up the underside of his cock. Then sensation was almost too much for him. He’d never had sex before and the slick hand of a woman rubbing his member nearly drove him over the edge. As if sensing the building tension in the virgin’s dick, she released it. “Not quite yet,” she smirked.

With two hands on his shoulders, she forced him down onto his knees. “You can’t pop yer cork just yet. There’s a lot more fun to be had.” She grabbed the back of his head, her fingers digging into his scalp through his shaggy brown hair. With a swift, violent motion she jammed his face into her crotch, just at the right height for his mouth to come fully flush with her moist pink slit. He’d heard men in the cells, sleeping off a long night of drinking, talk of the stink of a woman’s privates. But he thought those men must be insane. The smell was exhilarating. Her lips were wet and sweet and he found himself running his tongue up and down them and occasionally probing inside. He heard her stifled moans of pleasure and could feel her hips buck slightly. “Damn, son,” she said, pulling his head away from her lap, “I do believe you are a natural born pussy-eater!”

Stepping back, she shoved him onto his rear-end. He sat, legs sprawled and cock throbbing between them, with his back once again to the outhouse. She walked over, straddled and mounted him, as though he were a prized steed. Her pussy was so wet that it slipped the entire length of him inside her with one long, smooth motion. The sensation was too much for him, and his eager, young cock shot its hot contents deep inside her. Maddie could feel his cum shooting inside her as his body jerked with each successive spurt. She grabbed his chin and made him meet her gaze. “Oh, yer not gettin’ off that easy.” He felt her pussy clench around his cock, keeping him hard inside of her. “And you should know better. A gentleman don’t cum inside a lady without at least givin’ her a warnin’ first. I woulda thought the sheriff woulda taught you better than that.” He started to respond with an apology, but she quelled it by slamming her mouth into his once more and forcing her tongue in. As they kissed, she started to grind back and forth on top of him, keeping him fully inside of her. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis, which clearly gave her pleasure. Once Maddie was certain the young man was ready for the task, she began bouncing up and down on his lap. Taking his entire cock within her repeatedly as their bodies slammed together with a wet slapping sound. It was the greatest feeling he’d ever had in his life. He sat there and watched those huge breasts bounce up and down before him. And now, here they were again, right in front of his face, barely contained by a tight, white, sleeveless t-shirt.

She snatched his wooden manhood from his hands and that broke him from his reverie. How long had he been standing here thinking of that night? How long had she been waiting for his response? He had no way to know. The sight of her and his proxy cock had almost overwhelmed his mind. It took him another moment to even recall what she had asked. “Y-yes. It does. It looks just like that.”

She took the carved cock in one hand and pressed her hand against his pants. To Maddie’s surprise he had grown quite hard. She wasn’t sure if it was her or the wooden prick that had done it, but something inspired a rise down below. “Well, Harry, maybe one day we can compare the two and make sure.”

Maddie smiled, tucked the homemade dildo into her belt and walked through the swinging doors of the saloon, leaving Deputy Harold stunned and aroused.