Deputy Maxine (Max) Stewart: Lauren Holly

Peter Dreeb: Michael Anderson

Kimberly Brock: Holly Marie Combs (16-year-old)

Doctor Jill Brock: Kathy Baker

Sheriff Jimmy Brock: Tom Skerritt

Deputy Kenny Lacos: Costas Mandylor

From episode: "MR. DREEB COMES TO TOWN"

Welcome to Rome, Wisconsin, a rather quaint little town that normally wouldn't draw anybody's attention. Unfortunately for the residents of this small community, it seemed to be a magnet for unusual happenings.

The small town has been a host to a number of unusual characters. A town coroner that keeps hoping to come across unexplainable deaths in the hopes of getting his findings published in a journal. A priest that is found to be a crossdresser. The main defense lawyer is an old Jewish man by the name of Douglas Wambaugh. And we mustn't discount a rambunctious judge, Judge Henry Bone, an old man who, in his own way, brings about justice for the citizens of this quiet hamlet.

The man responsible for law enforcement to the town is Sheriff Jimmy Brock. A married man of fifty with three children of his own and married to the town doctor. His wife, Doctor Jill Brock, is the doctor that a vast majority of the town goes to see for them medical needs.

Their oldest child, Kimberly Brock, is sixteen-year-old who has already done some experimentation of her own about sex. Once, when a girlfriend stayed overnight, they had a lesbian fling to see what it was like to do it with another girl.

Unfortunately for Kimberly, her two stepbrothers had planted a bug in her room. They managed to hear everything that went on that night. That led to weeks to teasing on their part. Though she isn't a professed lesbian, she didn't find the experience all that unpleasant.

Two of Sheriff Brock's most trusted deputies, Maxine Stewart and Kenny Lacos, have also had their share of strange stories. Kenny has had many relationships, each stranger than the previous.

His latest fling was when he was dating a pair of identical eighteen-year-old twins at the same time. For weeks, people complained of his philandering down the streets with both girls in his arms.

As for Deputy Maxine Stewart, Max to everyone, she has had a number of unsuccessful relations over the years, including having her therapist having a crush on her, or her dating the new black District Attorney. But her strangest relationship still has to be when she dated Peter Dreeb, and this is the story I will recount for you today.

These are but a few samples of the characters of Rome, Wisconsin.

Kenny and Max pulled over an elephant one day. A circus midget, by the name of Peter Dreeb had stolen the elephant, Big John, from the circus. Mayor Bill Pugen stood up for elephant rights. The 40-year-old midget is arrested for stealing the humongous animal. He was convinced that the elephant was being abused by the circus he worked for.

Judge Bone called for an evidentiary hearing. Later, the elephant falls over and Dr. Jill Brock, the wife's Sheriff says that the large animal was constipation. She proceeded to give Big John an enema and everything is all right. Through all of this, the mayor is there campaigning and has his picture taken with Jill.

After the trial, Peter asks Deputy Sheriff Maxine Stewart, everybody called her Max, if she would go out to dinner with him on a date. At first, the five-foot, five inch woman wasn't considering the invitation from the three-foot tall man seriously. That's why the 27-year-old Deputy surprised herself when she agreed to go out with the diminutive older man. When she agreed to go out with him, Peter pulled up a chair and kissed her. At only three feet in height, he was so much shorter than she was, his face came up level with her crotch.

The midget took the ravishing young Deputy to dinner in the fanciest restaurant he could find in the small community. For this date, Max dressed really nicely with a short dress with a low cleavage to show off her tits. She didn't treat Peter like a charity date, which the midget appreciated, but rather as any other date she might have had.

After their date, Max invited Peter to her apartment and things really got strange for her. Before she knew it, Peter had his face under her short dress and was munching on her thong panties. Once again, the redheaded Deputy was surprised by her behavior. She didn't try to stop him, in fact, she crushed his face harder in her groin.

As Peter was tugging at her panties, Max was puling open her silk blouse, popping buttons in her haste. Holding on to the midget's head, she pulled him along with her towards her bedroom and fell across her bed, spreading her legs apart. Peter eagerly jumped on the bed as he ripped at his own clothing.

"Oh fuck Peter, I don't know what I'm doing here," Max gasped. "I... I don't usually do this on a first date."

"Relax, Max," the midget told her as he unbuckled his belt and loosened his pants. "You won't regret this, I swear."

Max was getting so horny from Peter's earlier cunnilingus that she tried helping him take his pants off.

"Oh, my, God!" She exclaimed as she finally freed his rock-hard cock.

Peter Dreeb, despite his diminutive stature was sporting an impressive foot long hard-on. The sight of that cock was ridiculous on such a small body, but Max only smiled as she stared hungrily at it.

"Told you, you wouldn't regret it," Peter told her with a wide grin. "I always laugh at myself when women reject me whenever I ask them out, because I know what they're missing out on. I'm glad you weren't that kind of girl."

Peter dove on top of her prone body and glided up until his cockhead nestled in her fiery red bush. This is the part he loved most, whenever he got to fuck a 'normal' woman, his face would be buried between their breasts as he fucked them. This was one of things he liked best about being a midget.

"Jesus, Peter," Max moaned. "What are you waiting for, bury that fucker in me!"

Mustering all of his strength, putting the full weight of is body behind it, the circus midget plunged half his cock into her clenching pussy on his first attempt, quickly pulling back and shoving it back in with more determination.

"Ungh!" Max grunted as she felt the wide shaft trying to fit inside her tight pussyhole. "Do it... ungh! Fill me with... ungh! Fill me with your fucking pole, Peter. I want... I want to feel you all the way inside."

"Only too happy to oblige, ungh!" Peter grunted as he lifted himself up and let his whole weight drive the full length of his cock into her.

"Ooooh! Fuck, Peter," Max groaned. "I've... I've never been filled like this... before."

"Hang on, Max," he told her, mumbling from within her cleavage. "The best is yet to come."

With years of practice, Peter began humping his long pecker in and out of her. Max would have thought that his small size would have hampered such acrobatics, but the circus man knew exactly how to fuck with his cock. Now that he had his rhythm well established, he buried his face in her cleavage and began suckling first one nipple, then moved on to the other.

"Oh, God!" Max moaned. "Damn, Peter, you're good. It's been soooo long since I had a decent lover."

"You mean a decent fucker, don't you?" He said with a laugh.

"Yes, that too," Max laughed along with him as she crushed his mouth over her stiff nipple.

Max still couldn't believe the disproportionate size of Peter's cock. How could a three-foot tall man have a foot long penis. If she hadn't' seen it for herself, she would have thought it was a cartoon caricature. But her cock-filled pussy told her that it was all too real.

Peter Dreeb did in fact have such a tool. Maxine eagerly wrapped her athletic legs around his tiny body and pulled him deeper inside her womb, wanting to feel every scrumptious inch inside her.

Max loved feeling Peter's teeth on her tits as he bit down on her stiff nipples. Why, even his deformed midget hands were a new experience that only excited her more. It almost felt as if she was being taken by a beast, some deformed wild animal.

Not having as many sexual contacts as the smallish man would like, he had a large load to offer the slender redheaded Deputy. This was one benefit of being forced not to have sex because of tall women's bigotry, those that accept his invitation are immediately conquered by his prowess in bed.

"God, Peter," Max groaned under him. "I think... I think I'm gonna cum! Oh, God, Peter! I'm cumming! Cumming! CUMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!" She shrieked as she exploded in the best orgasm of her young life.

But Peter Dreeb was nowhere near cumming himself. He had learned at a very young age how to hold off from shooting in a woman. His cock was still as hard as ever and he just kept pumping his shaft in Max's juicy pussy.

"I'm going to make you beg me to stop, Maxine," he grunted up to her face. "Before we're through tonight, you'll never find another man's cock to your liking."

"Oh yes, Peter," Max moaned. "Make me yours. I'll do whatever you want, just fuck me, honey."

Peter grinned at the knowledge that he had conquered yet another horny giant. He wrapped his bulgy finger around each of Max's tits and squeezed them until she groaned from the pain. He would then clamp his teeth over one of her nipples and crush it until she begged him to stop.

The pain inflicted to her breast accentuated Max's libido into another powerful orgasm, which almost caused her to throw the diminutive man off her bed so violently she shook.

"CUUMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!" Max shrieked at the top of her lungs as Peter unloaded his heavy load of jism inside her.

"Fuck, girl," Peter grunted from his exertion. "Been a while since I got this good a lay."

"Really?" Max said breathlessly. "But you're such a good fucker."

"Yeah, but only the pure of heart get to taste me," he grinned.

"Speaking of taste," Max's eyes twinkled. "Don't mind if I do."

With that, she turned herself around, tossing Peter on his back and began licking her own cum off his still rock- hard cockshaft. She still couldn't get over how well endowed the midget man was. She energetically ran her tongue one side of his cock, and then moved to the other in an attempt to clean her mess off him.

"Oh, yeah, Maxie," he moaned in pleasure. "Keep doing that. You're one fine slut, you know that."

She smiled up at him with her eyes, as she never relented licking his cock. Then she moved up to its tip, and opening her mouth as wide as she could, she sucked in the thick cockhead past her lips.

For the next few hours, the midget used his sexual prowess to pleasure Maxine in ways she never would have dreamed possible. Once, maybe even twice, Max was pretty sure that she might have passed out from the shear pleasure of the orgasm that hit her.

The next morning, loud pounding at her door woke Maxine up and she stumbled out of her bed, still naked. She put on her short silk kimono, which barely covered her cum dripping crotch and made her way to the door.

"Max! Max, you in there?" She could hear her partner, Deputy Kenny Lacos yell through the closed door.

Too tired to think clearly, she opened the door and leaned half-dazed outside the doorway.

"Max, what's up with you?" Kenny asked her before noticing her state of undress.

Kenny hastily dragged her back inside Max's home and closed the door behind them.

"What do you think you're doing?" Kenny asked.

"Wha... what is it to you?" Max replied defensively.

"Your job for one thing," Kenny said. "I covered you with Jimmy, but you're already an hour late. I'm not taking the fall for you Maxie."

"An hour!" Max's eyes popped upon suddenly. "Oh shit! I must have overslept, sorry Kenny. Give me a minute and I'll get into uniform."

"Maybe you should take a shower first," Kenny suggested.

"Why?" Max asked in surprise.

"Not to be ungentlemanly like, but you smell like a whore Maxie," Kenny said with a grin as his eyes caught a dribble of jism along her calf.

"Yeah, I do smell a bit raunchy," she laughed. "Give me a few minutes, will ya."

"Sure, take your time," Kenny said. "I'll radio in that we're taking a break."

Just as Kenny is about to call the Police dispatcher, Peter comes walking out of Maxine's bedroom wearing nothing but his shorts.

"Oh, hi Deputy Lacos," Peter said. "You seen Maxine around?"

"She... she's in the shower," Kenny pointed towards the washroom with a finger. "Did... you two didn't..."

"Do the deed. Bang the drums. Fuck the night away," Peter said with a grin. "You betcha!"

"MAX!" Kenny called out.

Maxine came rushing out in a wet towel and skid to a halt as she came face to face with the two men.

'Oh shit,' she thought.

"What were you thinking?" Kenny said, pointing at the diminutive man. "He's a criminal waiting for trial and you're the arresting officer. Do you know how this is gonna look in court?"

"I don't think he's guilty of anything, Kenny," Max said, defending herself. "Besides, what's so wrong about going out with him."

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Kenny couldn't believe his ears. "Just look at him Max. He's... he's a fucking midget for god sakes."

"Kenny Lacos," Max stared at him, stunned at his bigotry. "I'll have you know that he's much more than a... midget," she paused as she looked down at her diminutive lover. "Peter Dreeb is also a great lover."

Kenny's eyes rolled into their sockets at hearing his partner be so blunt about the fact that she screwed with a midget.

"I give up," he raised his hands in abject surrender. "Get changed so we can go to work. And you," he pointed a finger at Peter. "Be at the courtroom for your hearing on time."

"Sure, yes sir, anything you say, sir," Peter bowed in mock servitude.

He had heard this kind of treatment all his life, he was only glad that Maxine Stewart didn't suffer from such 'short- sightedness'. As Max passed him, heading back to her bedroom, he snuck his tiny hands under her wet towel and pinched her still aroused clitoris in plain sight of Kenny.

"Peter, stop that," Max squealed in obvious thrill of his playing with her clit that way.

Kenny scowled at the tiny man, his anger apparent in his eyes. Peter rather enjoyed playing with people's bigotry in this way any chance he got.

Max quickly emerged as she struggled to buckle her gun belt and joined Kenny at the door, but not before frenchkissing the small man.

"See you later?" She asked.

"Wouldn't want it any other way," Peter returned the kiss, his tongue languishing in her mouth.

A few hours later, Peter Dreeb appeared before Judge Henry Bone on the charge of stealing the elephant from a nearby circus. He was glad to see Max standing in the back of the courtroom in moral support of is cause.

"Douglas Wambaugh for the midget, your honor," the old Jewish lawyer announced.

"Shut up!" The Judge responded sternly, never having much patience for the old man's legal shenanigans.

"Your honor," Peter Dreeb said as he stood, his head barely clearing the defense table. "All I wanted to do was save Big John..."

"Who's Big John?" The Judge interrupted.

"The elephant, Judge," Douglas Wambaugh interjected.

"And how did you intend on saving this... Big John?" The Judge asked.

"Well, you see your judgeship," Peter continued. "Back at that circus, he was being terribly abused. So I took it upon myself to rescue him."

"And do you have any proof that this animal was being abused in any way?" The Judge asked.

"Well, nothing I could show you or the courts, no," Peter admitted.

"Unless you can present proof to justify your actions here, I'll have to find you guilty," Judge Bone told the diminutive man.

"If it pleases the court, Judge Bone," Max spoke out from the back of the room.

"Listen to her, Judge," Wambaugh shot. "She knows my client inside and out."

Max blushed at the obvious inference to her sexual relationship with Peter. Kenny tried to stop her, but she pulled her arm out of his grasp.

"Yes, Deputy Stewart," Judge Bone recognized her immediately.

"Since Bil... since Mr. Dreeb as laid charges of animal abuse. Wouldn't it be appropriate for the Sheriff's department to investigate the matter first before you make any decision in this case?" She was reaching for an excuse to keep Peter out of jail.

"Mmm, I see your point," Judge Bone admitted with a smile. "Fine, this case is held over for one week so the police can investigate further."

Peter walked up to Max and smiled.

"Thanks, Max," he told her, pinching her ass in the process. "I didn't think of gathering proof that Big John was abused when I took him. Guess I should have thought of that. But what can you do about it now."

"You leave it up to me, stud," she smiled.

"What's the big idea implicating my department in an investigation, Max," Jim Brock was yelling at the pretty redheaded Deputy.

"C'mon, Jimmy," Max replied. "You love animals as much as the next guy, and if what Mr. Dreeb says is true, then we have to investigate. If for no other reason than to convict him."

She played his man of justice card beautifully, giving him a winning scenario no matter what the outcome of the investigation. But Max was sure that her investigation would vindicate Peter.

"Okay, okay," the Sheriff finally conceded. "And just how do you plan on carrying out this investigation."

"I was thinking of maybe going over to the circus tonight undercover as a spectator," Max suggested.

"Not bad," Jimmy admitted. "But a single woman at a circus... mmmm, you'll look too out of place."

"What if I had a younger sister with me?" Max tossed in.

"You don't have a younger sister," Kenny reminded her.

"I could take Kimberly along with me," Max added.

"My... my daughter," Jimmy stammered. "You want to take my daughter in an undercover operation."

"Oh, c'mon Jimmy," Max turned to him. "What can happen? After all, she asked me to be the subject of a school report. Something about women in male dominated jobs. This would help her as much as give my cover credence."

"I don't know," Jimmy was giving it serious thought. "I'll have to clear this with Jill first. And if it's okay with her, then okay."

"Jimmy, you can't be serious," Kenny objected. "I'll be Max's date, that should be good enough."

"Not if I'm to snoop around, it isn't," Max threw in. "I can work better if I'm alone. I can do it, Jimmy, honestly. And I won't let anything happen to Kimberly, I swear."

That evening, after another fuck session with Peter, Max got as much information from him as to where to look for evidence. At eight o'clock, Max arrived at the Sheriff's home and knocked on the Brocks back door and picked up her 'sister' for the night.

So as to maintain her cover story of two sisters going to the circus together, Max had picked a loose dress cut above the knees. She liked this particular dress because of its light material. In a stiff breeze it would bellow up like a parachute, but tonight there was hardly any wind, so she didn't think there would be a problem wearing something like this.

"Gee, thanks, Max," Kimberly smiled at the young Deputy. "How did you ever convince dad to let me tag along on a police investigation."

"We women got our ways," she smiled mischievously. "But seriously, this won't be anything dangerous and your father knows that."

"So, what are you investigating?" Kimberly asked, taking out her notebook.

"We're looking into allegations of animal abuse at a circus near town," she told the teenaged girl. "Mr. Dreeb is saying that's why he took the elephant away from there. So, we're going to go in as two sisters and check things out from the inside. Peter... I mean Mr. Dreeb told me about a few places to check out."

"You said Peter," Kimberly noted. "Just how well do you know him?"

"Well enough to believe him," Maxine said, slanting her eyes at the young girl.

"And while you're looking around the place, what am I supposed to do?" Kimberly asked.

"Just relax and enjoy the free show," Max smiled. "Compliments of the Rome Police Department."

After driving for nearly twenty minutes, Max finally turned off the road to the farmland that the circus had leased for putting up their tents. Kimberly smiled as she peered out the car window at the big tops of the traveling show. She hadn't been to a real circus in years, and this brought back great memories for her.

"Mmmmmm, seems to have a rather grown- up crowd for a circus," Max observed the lack of children among the spectators. "Must be because it's so late."

"What about me then?" Kimberly asked. "Won't I look out of place now."

Max reached into her purse and pulled out her make-up case.

"Here, let's fix you up," Max said as she held her lipstick to Kimberly's teenaged face. "I should be able to make you look old enough to pass as eighteen or nineteen."

Kimberly was thrilled at the prospect of looking older than her sixteen years. This was the fantasy of most teenaged girls and here Maxine Stewart, a highly respected member of her father's police department, was helping her do exactly that.

After a few moments work, Max pulled away and looked over her handiwork.

"Damn, Kimberly," Max grinned. "You could pass for twenty looking like that."

Kimberly smiled in return and looked at herself in the mirror unbelievingly.

"Is that me?" She asked doubtfully.

"Yep," Max told her. "Now, just remember one thing. While I'm off checking out the place, don't talk to anyone, especially not any of the guys out there. I don't need to explain you 'dating' an older man to your father when we get back."

"Okay, I swear," the girl said with a smile.

Both young woman stepped out of the vehicle and strode to the main entrance of the main tent. Max bought the tickets and they got in without any questioning glances over Kimberly's age.

"Well, that was easy," Max commented as she scanned the area.

"What now?" Kimberly asked.

"You, sit here, close to the entrance so I can find you later," Max told her. "I'm going to do some snooping. Don't go anywhere."

Leaving Kimberly in the big top, Max disappeared under the seat scaffolding, leaving Kimberly to watch the show unfolding.

That's when one of the younger performers of the circus walked up to her. It was a young girl, not much older than she was and they started talking together.

"Hi, my name is Cynthia," the young girl said.

"I'm Kimberly," the Brock child responded. "You with the show?"

"Yes, but they don't let me perform for the late shows," Cynthia told her.

"Really? Why not?" Kimberly's curiosity was triggered.

"Well, it's kind of a special presentation," the girl said. "You know, for grown-ups. But sometimes they let someone from the audience join in."

"Really? I'd like to try that sometimes," Kimberly said.

"I could talk to my dad if you like," Cynthia grinned. "He runs the show."

"Gee, thanks, would you?" Kimberly couldn't believe her luck, she could fulfill a lifetime dream of joining a circus.

Cynthia disappeared, then returned a few minutes later with an older man, obviously her father.

"Hello young lady," he said, tipping his top hat to her. "My daughter tells me that you're interested in performing with us tonight. How long have you been thinking of this?"

"As long a I can remember, mister..." Kimberly paused, not knowing his name.

"Renaldo, of Renaldo's Fantasy Circus," he kissed the back of her hand.

"My name is Kimberly," she introduced herself. "What kind of act could I perform? I haven't rehearsed anything you know."

"That's perfectly all right," the man told her. "We have acts that don't require much talent, but it gives our audience a thrill just to be part of the show. Why don't you follow Cynthia and she'll get you prepared."

Kimberly jumped down from her seat in juvenile excitement and followed the other girl to the backstage. They walked into a costume changing area and Cynthia began looking for something that Kimberly could change into.

"Here's something for you," she finally said, holding up pants for the back end of a horse-costume.

"You gotta be kidding me," Kimberly said in disappointment. "Isn't there something better than dressing up as a horse?"

"Oh, this is just part of the act," Cynthia told her. "The best comes while we're on stage."

"What do you mean, when WE'RE on stage?" Kimberly asked. "I thought your dad didn't let you perform these late night shows."

"He thought that we could team up in the suit, since we're about the same size," Cynthia told her. "It'll make us more believable as the horse."

"Well, all right," Kimberly finally conceded and took the proffered horse rear. "But why can't I at least be the head?"

"In this performance, you got the best end of the deal, honest," Cynthia promised her. "You best take all your clothes off though. It can get pretty sweaty in these things," she said as she herself began stripping in front of Kimberly.

'Oh, well,' Kimberly thought. 'I guess she knows best.'

And she began taking off her own clothing, not being shy about doing so in front of another girl her own age. After all, in highschool gym class, her classmates would do the same as well as shower together all the time, so she didn't see anything to be alarmed of here.

It took a few minutes, but the girls finally had their costume on.

"Here, slip your hands through these," Cynthia said, holding out a pair of soft cuffs, the type used to restrain patients in hospitals, that where attached to her half of the costume.

"What's this for?" Kimberly asked insinuating her wrist through the cuffs.

"They'll help you in maintaining the proper posture," Cynthia said honestly. "It also makes it better for you to get some support when you get tired of bending over."

Once the cuffs were secured to her wrist, Cynthia pulled on the other end sharply, which dragged Kimberly down and towards her new friend's bare buttocks. Cynthia then twisted around and secured the two horse halves before slipping on the horse head.

With her body bent over and naked, Kimberly could feel the rough material of the horse-costume's belly rubbing against her hanging tits, causing her nipples to harden from the friction.

"You okay back there?" She heard the muffled sound of Cynthia's voice.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," Kimberly answered back.

"Okay, lets practice our walking."

For the next fifteen minutes, the two young girls trotted around the change room until their cadence was picture perfect. Unless the lights shone directly at them, the audience would believe that they were a horse.

"Cynty," a voice called out. "You and your friend ready?"

"You bet Megan," Cynthia called out.

With that, the girls were lead out to the Center Ring of the circus where clowns where performing lewd sex acts for the audience. Kimberly couldn't see any of this from her enclosed position, but she could hear the groans and moans as the female clowns took on the rigid cocks of their male counterparts, or sucking on another woman's pussy in front of the packed house.

"What's all the noise about?" Kimberly asked.

"Just the other act finishing up," was all Cynthia would say.

"And now, for the kinkier audience," the Ringmaster called out. "How about a bit of bestial love?"

A cheer exploded from the stands as the circuses muscle-man, the great Hercule, came up behind the mock horse and shoved his rigid twelve inch cock in the back end, poking Kimberly's naked butt through the convenient hole built into the suit.

"Hey, what's going on?" Kimberly grunted at the sudden impact of the warm cockhead against her naked skin.

"Relax, its all part of the show," Cynthia insisted.

"But... but... AARRRGGHHH!" She grunted loudly as the huge cocktip found her virgin hole and plunged in with one powerful stroke. "OH GOD! NO, DON'T!"

But it was too late, the heavily muscled man began humping furiously as he tried to bury his shaft in the tight hole that was offered to him this night.

"Ungh! Ungh!" He grunted loudly.

It had been years since such a tight pussy was made part of the show. If he didn't know any better, he would swear that this woman, whoever she was, was still virgin. And with each of his powerful shove forward, Kimberly's face would be plastered against Cynthia's naked ass, her nose picking up the unmistakable scent of sex emanating from the girl's crotch.