Sheriff John McLoud lounged in his office chair, his hat tipped forward over his frontal bone as protection from the harsh sun Light Within, his hand resting on his gun as was his habit.

He thought about doing the rounds of the topical anaesthetic bars, checking on the whores and all the other onerous duty of a new dominion Sheriff but he could n't be bothered, so he just sat there.

Around three o'clock Jake Roger Bannister arrived in a watering rush, `` Sheriff, Sheriff, come quick, Widder Mason been raped ! ``

'' You sure ? '' he asked, `` Why she has to be fifty and she full-grown round than a barn doorway ! ``

'' In the night Sheriff, '' Jake explained.

'' You get a verbal description ? '' he asked.

'' Sure, XII in long at least and three round, '' Jake explained.

'' Negro, white, Irish, what we talking about here ? '' he demanded.

'' It was dark, '' Jake explained patiently.

'' It damned well must bear been ! '' the Sheriff agreed, `` So lets attack up the Negroes, do an identity bridle. ``

'' Why Negroes, you racist or something ? '' Jake asked.

'' You want your weenie examined ? '' he replied, `` That old squawk staring at your crotch while your weenie curls up like some French snail ? ``

'' Still sounds racialist, '' Jake agreed.

'' Ok, assault up everyone with a ten in cock and above. '' the Sheriff suggested, `` Go up to guy and say 'Say, you got a ten inch tool ,'see how farseeing you get to hold open some teeth. ``

'' We could get a young woman to do it, '' Jake suggested, `` One of the middling girls from the saloon, she could help out, we could deputize her. ``

'' Sure, '' the Sheriff replied, `` That 's a peachy new name for it, you thinking of bending her over the desk and poking her ass while she licks my pecker ? ``

'' We could switch over half way through ? '' Jake suggested.

'' Or we could do some rattling employment, '' the Sheriff declared, `` But lets do it, get a whore to ask the guy rope how big they gets. ``

'' We could ask at the sporting lady house, '' Jake suggested, `` Just ask the girls who has a ten inch plus cock. ``

'' fille do n't have, cocks, except down in Mexico, '' the Sheriff explained patiently, `` Oh right, I got you, '' he added quickly as he realised what Jake meant.

'' I guess the girls will lie, how would they know a ten inch stopcock ? '' Jake asked.

'' You got a point there, '' the Sheriff agreed, and he sat his hat straight on his head, `` Lets find us a blackamoor. ``

They never had far to attend, Erasmus was sitting in the shade of the figurehead porch with his shoe shine kit, brand new never used since he moved from Florida a twelvemonth ago, but it was what he did.

'' Hey Rasmus, you got a ten inch dick ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Not looking at your surly face hirer, '' he replied.

'' We need a ten inch cock to strike a mould off of, '' the Sheriff insisted.

'' Well you find a pretty lady to soak up me and I 'll evidence her dozen inches of man substance ! '' he exclaimed.

The whore house was tranquillity like a morgue, `` Thirteen long dozen is one hundred and fifty seven, fourteen thirteens is, '' a round-eyed voice was chanting.

'' Dolores, onetime child whore in Carson County, '' Jake explained, `` Hey Dolly get down here. ``

'' Oh sir, I ca n't, I 'm wearing my night-robe, '' she trilled, `` Ok it 's off, '' and she tripped lightly down the stairs, `` Oh, it 's you, '' she said as she stood there completely defenseless, her small girlish bosom tiny mounds on an otherwise flat thorax, her blonde hair in little swinish tails like she was a schoolhouse kid.

'' We got a job for you, '' Jake explained.

'' I do n't take no cock up my ass, no way, '' Dolores insisted, `` Not for nobody ! ``

'' We do n't want to. '' the Sheriff explained.

'' Then what which way you want to do this three way ? '' she asked.

'' We want to get it on which guys have twelve inch cocks dolly, '' the Sheriff explained.

She laughed, `` Gee you must own a loose ass Sheriff ! '' she tittered.

The Sheriff gritted his tooth, `` Not for me ! '' he insisted.

'' You want to contain by one day honey, '' Dolly suggested, `` Let me straighten you out ! ``

'' Some guy with a XII inch cock raped widow Freemason at her cattle farm, '' the Sheriff explained, `` So we need to do an individuality parade. ``

'' You must be plum loco, '' Dolores sighed, `` I 'll go get dressed. '' She went back upstairs reciting the inclination of Kings of Englnd and soon came down wearing a pay school uniform from back East. blazer ashen shirt, tie, black chick and polished shoes.

'' Gee, '' Jake gasped.

'' That 's you on the listing then, '' the Sheriff laughed as Jake 's turncock visibly swelled.

'' wellspring you sure ai n't, '' Dolly countered with a sneer.

Dolly agreed to ask around later that evening but first they went to line up Erasmus, he was still waiting on the porch. `` You want to come down the blacksmith ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Nope but I guess I must, '' he agreed.

They went down Eli brown 's blacksmith shop, `` We want a bronze cast of Erasmus 's turncock. '' the Sheriff said.

'' Okay, you want a bronze dick ? '' he asked, `` Where the hell do you reckon I can get bronze ? ``

They looked around at each other, `` Whats so special about his dick anyway ? ``

'' Ten column inch ? '' Jake offered.

'' Look, '' Eli said and he reached under a terrace, `` mold iron cocks, for the widow woman see, ten, twelve, fourteen inches right up to. ``

'' the Nazarene ! '' Dolly gasped as she saw the immense monstrosity Eli was handling.

'' It 's a Table Leg dearie, '' he explained, `` We got cocks up to twenty four inch ready to use, just necessitate the rust gotten off and a pelage of paint. ``

'' We 'll take a 12, '' the Sheriff agreed.

'' unspoilt choice, '' Eli said, `` But get rid that rust Sheriff or you 'll be shitting blood and then die. ``

The Sheriff glowered, he was getting sick of being accused of being some homo.

'' indisputable thing, I 'll get you a check sometime, '' the Sheriff said and he stuffed the Fe cock in his belt and they went back to the jail house.

Eli shrugged, `` Check who 's he kidding, '' he moaned as the sheriff had a well gain report for not paying his dues.

'' I guess you dear fetch widow Twankey, '' the Sheriff said.

'' Widder Mason, '' Jake corrected, `` This is serious. ``

'' Sounds like a pantomime to me, '' Dolly admitted, `` But you get the widow and the Sheriff can rub his cock. ``

'' Oh funny story, '' the Sheriff sniped, `` Why do n't you rub it ? ``

'' You say the trimmed things ! '' Dolly laughed, `` But I guess I 'll put across. ``

Sheriff McLoud sat on the porch rubbing the rusty iron cock with sandpaper and a wire brush while half the townsfolk fell around with laughing at him, not that they let him see them laughing and then finally with the cock polished he gave it a pelage of black lead paint.

'' You finished rubbing your cock ? '' dolly asked later.

'' trusted, '' he admitted, `` Where 's Jake ? ``

'' He 's coming, '' she confirmed, `` Only that old goat do n't waddle too fast. ``

He had to gibe, but the steps started creaking and Widow Alfred Edward Woodley Mason waddled in, the Sheriff sighed. She looked L if she was a day. Her huge bosoms wobbled obscenely as there was no way she could line up a bandeau big enough out west. She had to be sixty inches around her mammilla, with a l nine inch shank. Maybe lx round the waistline if you could notice it. Her hair was grey, maybe it was blonde once, maybe not, maybe she was born grey.

'' Hi, you got raped right ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Sure did, twelve column inch of smoothing iron hard cock. '' she agreed.

'' Gee that poor SOB must induce been desperate, '' Dolly whispered to herself.

'' He fucked into me three prison term, '' widow Mason agreed.

'' Sure, and how did he fly the coop ? '' dolly asked.

'' Out the window when I was not looking, '' widow Mason agreed.

'' Right we got cock hunting to do, '' the Sheriff announced, `` Now is this around the right wing size ? '' he asked and he produced the branding iron cock.

'' I guess, '' Widow Mason admitted.

'' You maybe want to try it ? '' doll asked.

'' I said it looks right. '' widow woman Alfred Edward Woodley Mason insisted.

'' wellspring I do n't consider you ! '' Dolly insisted.

'' Yeah Katherine, I reckon you ought to try. '' Jake suggested.

poor widow Alfred Edward Woodley Mason, her spangled niggling eyes were nearly popping out at the thinking of the iron cock inside her.

'' Well, '' the Sheriff asked, `` You gong to ascertain it feels right, we need to know if its ten inch. ``

'' Ok, open me some quad, '' she said and when nobody moved she added, `` Get out ! Now ! ``

They left the widow woman alone with the iron cock, there was a rustle of apparel and then some muffled gasp, `` You Ok in there ? '' Jake asked as he stepped inside the office to see widow woman James Mason sat on the board with her draws down and the smoothing iron tool inside her, although only the rim on the end actually poked out of her between her tree luggage compartment sized thighs.

'' Guess it must have been giving, '' she admitted `` Either that or atomic number 26 ai n't like really putz. ``

'' Right, '' the Sheriff agreed.

'' You want to try a rattling cock, '' Dolly said, `` Ca n't you detect a guy with a ten inch cock ? ``

The Sheriff looked in, `` Hey Desiderius Erasmus, '' he called, `` Got a job for you ! ``

'' What 's up chief, '' Desiderius Erasmus asked.

'' You want to jazz the widow woman so she feels what a dozen column inch rooster spirit like ? '' he asked.

'' Nope, not really, '' Erasmus replied.

'' You want to find oneself a new skid shine pitch ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' No boss, '' Erasmus replied, `` I 'll do it, '' he agreed, `` You want to rub my stopcock Dolly ? ``

'' Sheriff is the chief tool safety, '' Dolly suggested.

'' spirit, this ai n't funny story no more, '' the Sheriff threatened, `` So get and stab the widow OK ! ``

Erasmus dropped his pants, `` Gee, '' widow Mason gasped, `` That sure is big ! ``.

'' That ai n't big, I ai n't turned on ! '' Geert Geerts complained.

'' Let me, '' doll sighed but Widow Mason grabbed Erasmus and pulled him to her.

'' Hell I do n't take care my peter in you but I sure as hell still want it attached to me ! '' he protested.

widow woman A. E. W. Mason sat on the edge of the Sheriffs desk with her fat bulging thighs spread wide apart and someplace in a mass of curly dim hairs her cunt dripped with expectation as she waited for Gerhard Gerhards 's cock.

'' The things I do for you guys, '' he complained as his long black stopcock slowly disappeared inside the folds of flesh.

'' Has it gone in yet ? '' he asked.

'' I guess, '' widow woman Mason agreed.

'' Let me, '' Jake suggested and he stood back and kicked Erasmus up the ass.

Erasmus jerked forward, `` Oh god, that 's so honorable ! '' Widow Mason sighed.

'' So, I done it, can I get back to shoe shining ? '' Desiderius Erasmus asked, but Widow James Mason had her mitt on his rear end pulling him ever cryptical inside her and Erasmus realised he did n't have a chance to escape.

'' Gee I feel horny, '' the Sheriff admitted.

'' I 'll pass on you two to it then, '' Dolly agreed and she went to leave.

'' Hell no. I'm horny for a woman, not a kid, not a guy a char ! '' the Sheriff protested.

'' Look dear, everyone knows you like guy cable, '' doll chided.

'' I do n't damn you, '' said the Sheriff as Erasmus closed his eyes and imagined he was fucking a confidential information as he rode Widow Mason for an orgasm, `` But I do n't go for little girls neither. ``

'' Well like I said, '' Dolly replied, '' Any meter you want straightening out, you be my guest, '' and she was gone.

Gerhard Gerhards was getting into his tread now, the old desk was creaking as he humped and the completely thing was siding nearer the wall with every extrusion intil suddenly, 'Crack ,'one of the stage busted off. and the solid matter keeled over.

'' Oh Rasmus, that was the good I ever had, '' widow woman stonemason agreed as they lay in a heap.

'' What about this rape ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Maybe you could send the suspects around my place ? '' she asked hopefully.

'' You sure it was Brassica napus ? '' Jake asked as widow James Mason scrabbled her way to her feet.

Erasmus stood up, `` Gee. '' he said and just about collapsed into a chair.

person walked up and knocked the room access, `` I say, '' he said in an English people accent mark, `` Some bloody woman slip my horse ! ``

'' That 's him ! '' Widow Mason shouted, `` That 's him, I 'd bonk that interpreter anywhere. ``

Sheriff McLoud walked outside, A well dressed cowboy was standing on the porch, `` Say, you been raping Miss stonemason ? '' he asked.

'' If you mean the old hag who stole my knight and locked me in her b the answer is emphatically no, '' he sighed.

'' This him ? '' Sheriff McLoud asked.

'' Ohhh, sure is, '' she simpered.

'' You a Gigolo or something ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Only for ladies Sheriff, your report precedes you, '' the guy admitted, `` She owes me twenty dollars. ``

'' You said a unhurt nighttime ! '' Widow Mason explained.

'' Hey hold up, '' the Sheriff says, `` What reputation ? ``

'' You know very well, '' the cattleman explained patiently.

'' Well it 'ai n't right ! '' he insisted.

'' right field, so you 're fucking whores every night from sun down to sun up ? '' the cattleman asked.

'' Not exactly, '' the Sheriff admitted, `` Hell I 'm the law, I got banner. ``

'' Exactly, '' said the Cowboy, `` Now if you was a real man. ``

'' What the hell do I sustain to do to convert you ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Maybe take over from Erasmus when he finishes ? '' Jake suggested.

'' Right, well, nope, I guess I can hold up with the dig, '' the Sheriff admitted.

About then there was a squeal like a pig dying, Widdow Freemason was squealing fit to burst, Gerhard Gerhards had been humping her like a demented hound dog and then he must ingest let fly because she was a howling and a hollering and squealing like it was killing metre at the shambles.

It was too often so they all went outside to get some air before they threw up.

'' Do you see why I escaped ? '' The cowherd exclaimed.

'' No wonder you do n't go for women boss, '' Jake agreed, `` If that 's a woman. ``

'' She 's too old, '' the Sheriff sighed.

'' What about Dolores, I mean Dolly ? '' Jake asked.

'' She 's a kid. '' he sighed.

'' She been a kid one hell of a farsighted time, '' Jake explained, `` I conjecture womanhood just ai n't your conniption. ``

'' So what 's with the ravishment ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' I never raped her, she paid me ! '' the Cowboy insisted.

Just then Dolly came back, `` You got any cocks for me ? '' she asked.

'' No, we found us our rapist, '' Jake explained.

'' She paid me, '' the cowman insisted.

'' Hell, whoring without a permission, thats life-threatening. '' doll explained.

'' Why ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Cause you have to let a whoring permission right hand ? '' she asked.

'' Sure, '' the Sheriff agreed.

'' And if you goes whoring without you gets locked up money box you get a license, '' Dolly added.

'' So ? '' the cowman asked, `` How much is a license ? ``

'' Two Dollars, except only girls can get them, '' dolly explained.

'' rightfield, so you thinking maybe you raped her ? '' the Sheriff asked.

Erasmus and widow woman Mason came out on the porch, and everyone shuffled around.

'' Like you get living in jail for whoring, '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Or get your prick lopped off and be a girl, '' Dolly added helpfully.

'' Or you do your time for rape, '' the Sheriff suggested.

'' And what prison term is that ? '' the cowpoke asked.

'' One week, '' the Sheriff explained.

'' In jail, one week for rape ? '' the Cowboy asked.

'' Hell no, '' Jake laughed, `` Tied naked to a railing outside the saloon like a dog so any widow char can wax right on your cock and there ai n't null you can do about it ! ``

'' Gee ! '' the cowpoke exclaimed, `` You 're kidding right. ``

'' Well think it over, '' the Sheriff suggested, `` I guess losing your cocks no big muckle ? ``

The cowman fainted.

They left him there and went back inside the office.

'' How you know about the law Dolly ? '' the Sheriff asked

'' nether region I ran out of school account book about five year ago, '' she said, `` So I started on law record. ``

'' How old are you exactly ? '' he asked.

'' A lady never gives her age, '' she reminded him.

'' I reckon she must be pushing twenty, '' Jake said thoughtfully.

'' twenty ? '' the Sheriff queried.

'' No way, I 'm baker's dozen ! '' Dolly insisted but nonentity believed her.

'' I reckon if you let your hair down, '' the Sheriff suggested, and he reached out and started to unscramble her pig tails, `` And washed those bogus lentigo off of your face. ``

'' Hey leave me alone ! '' dolly squealed but her hair fell down and Jake wetted a rag and wiped her face.

The Sheriff felt yearnings he could n't refuse, `` You know you offered to roll out me out, '' he whispered, `` Now 's as adept a prison term as any. Get out all of you. generate us some seclusion ! ``

'' I guess I talked myself into that one, '' Dolly agreed and let the Sheriff raise her poor dame to show her staring hairless vagina, `` Only you better kiss me or say sweet thing of something because homosexual do n't turn me on. ``

'' Ten Dollars ? '' he whispered.

'' Keep talking, '' she agreed.

'' fifteen ? '' he suggested.

'' Enough, you wan na climb aboard for a head trip to heaven ? '' dolly asked.

They looked around, the desk was broke, the storey was filthy, `` My place or against the paries ? '' Dolly asked.

The Sheriff never replied but instead dropped his pants and grasped his dick, `` Gee ! '' doll exclaimed, `` Hell you 're well hung for a homo. ``

He lifted her by the shank and pushed her against the wall as she guided his cock up against her moist pussy backtalk so he could glower her down pat

'' Be gentle with me, '' she said automatically.

The Sheriff began to hunch forward, once, twice, three time, `` Oh shucks I 'm cumming ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Oh jesus, overstretch out ! '' Dolly wailed but she was far too lately as a jet of spunk surged up inside her.

'' You filthy pillock cretin, my gentlemen always pull out you fool, '' dolly protested.

The Sheriff looked around, about two dozen faces was pressed against the window, `` What you looking at ? '' Dolly demanded.

'' Show us your tits ! '' someone demanded.

Dolly undid her shirt and pulled it aside, no one said much as she showed her sad little tits.

'' You 're too beautiful, '' the Sheriff said.

'' You wan na see us fuck again ? '' Dolly asked, as she saw the Sheriffs cock was far from being soft again, `` Then you pay a dollar each ? ``

'' What ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Fuck me again, '' she replied, `` It has to be worth 50 one dollar bill. ``

He never needed no indorse bidding and he drove his cock up between her lips as she stood on one leg against the wall, she was so full of tinder it slid right in and they was lost in each other for old age, so long that everybody got tired of watching and went down the saloon.

Gently fucking against the room access office like devotee until doll let herself enjoy a sly sexual climax, which she never did with her valet, and then finding he was still hard goaded him into pounding her to a screaming shuddering earth shattering orgasm so acute that she cried out, `` Fuck me ! ``

They stood locked together for a tenacious time as the Sheriff's cock gradually softened, dolly just stood quietly and even let the Sheriff kiss her on the back talk, .but eventually they had to separate and get dressed

They set to work to straighten out the office afterwards, the table was busted so it took a while, and Madam L'Oisseaux from the sporting lady house came to fetch Dolly.

'' She 's underage, '' the Sheriff explained.

'' The hell she ain't she must be twenty four if she 's a day ! '' ma'am insisted.

'' Mother ! '' Dolly protested, `` Oh well I guess you should know. ``

'' Work clock time ! '' madam insisted, `` I got a queue of gentleman waiting. ``

'' We ai n't finished, '' the Sheriff explained, `` She 's straightening me out. ``

'' And how long will that rent ? '' Madam asked.

'' All dark ? '' he said.

'' A hebdomad maybe ? '' Dolly suggested.

'' A month maybe ? '' the Sheriff suggested.

'' More maybe ? '' Dolly added, `` You reckon I could be your secretarial assistant or something ? ``

'' Do n't see why not, you passed the interview, '' he suggested, `` And I got a nice soft bed in the roof we ai n't tried yet. ``

'' diddly-shit, '' dame protested and she went outside, `` What about the raper ? ``


To be continued