Sheriff St. John McLoud lounged in his office electric chair, his hat tipped forward over his brow as protection from the coarse sun Light, his mitt resting on his gun as was his habit.

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

Around three o'clock Jake Sir Roger Gilbert Bannister arrived in a lacrimation rush, `` Sheriff, Sheriff, do quick, Widder Mason been raped ! ``

'' You sure ? '' he asked, `` Why she has to be L and she bigger rung than a b doorway ! ``

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

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

'' Sure, dozen inches long at to the lowest degree and three daily round, '' Jake explained.

'' Black, gabardine, Irish, what we talking about here ? '' he demanded.

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

'' It damned well must have been ! '' the Sheriff agreed, `` So lets round up the Negroid, do an identity check. ``

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

'' You want your frank examined ? '' he replied, `` That old bitch staring at your privates while your frankfurter curls up like some French Snail ? ``

'' Still sounds racist, '' Jake agreed.

'' Ok, round up everyone with a ten inch cock and above. '' the Sheriff suggested, `` Go up to guys and say 'Say, you got a ten inch rooster ,'see how farsighted you get to celebrate some teeth. ``

'' We could get a young lady to do it, '' Jake suggested, `` One of the moderately girlfriend from the taproom, she could avail out, we could deputise her. ``

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

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

'' Or we could do some genuine work, '' the Sheriff declared, `` But lets do it, get a prostitute to ask the guys how big they gets. ``

'' We could ask at the whore house, '' Jake suggested, `` Just ask the young woman who has a ten inch plus prick. ``

'' daughter do n't cause, 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 female child will lie, how would they lie with a ten inch cock ? '' Jake asked.

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

They never had far to attend, Gerhard Gerhards was sitting in the spectre of the front porch with his shoe fall kit, brand new never used since he moved from Everglade State a year ago, but it was what he did.

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

'' Not looking at your ugly typeface chief, '' he replied.

'' We need a ten inch cock to take a moulding off of, '' the Sheriff insisted.

'' well you find a pretty gentlewoman to soak up me and I 'll show her dozen column inch of man meat ! '' he exclaimed.

The cyprian house was quiet down like a morgue, `` baker's dozen thirteens is one hundred and L seven, 14 XIII is, '' a childly vocalism was chanting.

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

'' Oh sir, I ca n't, I 'm wearing my nightie, '' she trilled, `` Ok it 's off, '' and she tripped lightly down the stairs, `` Oh, it 's you, '' she said as she stood there completely au naturel, her lowly girlish bosom diminutive pitcher on an otherwise flat breast, her blonde hair in short piggy tails like she was a schooling kid.

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

'' I do n't study no cock up my ass, no way, '' Dolores insisted, `` Not for nonentity ! ``

'' 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 sleep with which bozo have twelve inch cocks Dolly, '' the Sheriff explained.

She laughed, `` Gee you must give birth a open ass Sheriff ! '' she tittered.

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

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

'' Some guy with a twelve inch cock raped widow Mason at her ranch, '' the Sheriff explained, `` So we need to do an identity parade. ``

'' You must be plum loco, '' Dolores sighed, `` I 'll go get dressed. '' She went back upstair reciting the list of Kings of Englnd and soon came down wearing a pay school uniform from punt east. blazer white shirt, tie, black dame and polished shoes.

'' Gee, '' Jake gasped.

'' That 's you on the list then, '' the Sheriff laughed as Jake 's peter visibly swelled.

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

Dolly agreed to ask around later that evening but initiatory they went to come up Erasmus, he was still waiting on the porch. `` You want to number 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 Gerhard Gerhards 's cock. '' the Sheriff said.

'' Okay, you want a bronze cock ? '' he asked, `` Where the underworld do you think I can get bronze ? ``

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

'' Ten inches ? '' Jake offered.

'' Look, '' Eli said and he reached under a bench, `` mould iron putz, for the widow see, ten, twelve, fourteen inches right up to. ``

'' Deliverer ! '' Dolly gasped as she saw the huge monstrosity Eli was handling.

'' It 's a Table Leg darling, '' he explained, `` We got tool up to twenty four inch ready to use, just need the rust gotten off and a coating of paint. ``

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

'' dependable option, '' 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.

'' Sure matter, I 'll get you a check sometime, '' the Sheriff said and he stuffed the branding iron cock in his belt and they went back to the jail house.

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

'' I guess you intimately bring widow Twankey, '' the Sheriff said.

'' Widder James Neville Mason, '' Jake corrected, `` This is unplayful. ``

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

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

'' You say the cutest thing ! '' Dolly laughed, `` But I guess I 'll pass. ``

Sheriff McLoud sat on the porch rubbing the rusty iron cock with sandpaper and a wire coppice while half the Ithiel Town fell around with laughing at him, not that they let him see them laughing and then finally with the hammer polished he gave it a coating of lightlessness lead paint.

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

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

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

He had to hold, but the steps started creaking and widow woman 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 find a bandeau big enough out west. She had to be sixty inch around her tit, with a fifty nine edge waist. Maybe sixty round the shank if you could find it. Her hair was grey, maybe it was light-haired once, maybe not, maybe she was born grey.

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

'' Sure did, twelve inches of iron grueling cock. '' she agreed.

'' Gee that poor bastard must have been desperate, '' Dolly whispered to herself.

'' He fucked into me three times, '' Widow Mason agreed.

'' Sure, and how did he get out ? '' Dolly asked.

'' Out the window when I was not looking, '' Widow A. E. W. Mason agreed.

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

'' I guess, '' widow George Mason admitted.

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

'' I said it looks right. '' widow mason insisted.

'' Well I do n't think you ! '' Dolly insisted.

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

Poor widow woman Mason, her beady picayune eyes were nearly popping out at the thought of the branding iron putz inside her.

'' Well, '' the Sheriff asked, `` You gong to check it feels right, we need to make out if its ten inches. ``

'' Ok, kick in me some space, '' she said and when nobody moved she added, `` Get out ! Now ! ``

They left the widow woman alone with the iron shaft, there was a rustle of clothes and then some muffled gasp, `` You Ok in there ? '' Jake asked as he stepped inside the office to see Widow A. E. W. Mason sat on the table with her draws down and the Fe tool inside her, although only the flange on the end actually poked out of her between her Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk sized thighs.

'' Guess it must have been bigger, '' she admitted `` Either that or Iron ai n't wish actual putz. ``

'' Right, '' the Sheriff agreed.

'' You want to try a real pecker, '' doll said, `` Ca n't you find a guy with a ten in rooster ? ``

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

'' What 's up boss, '' Erasmus asked.

'' You want to fuck the widow so she feels what a 12 column inch peter feels like ? '' he asked.

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

'' You want to see a new horseshoe refulgence pitch ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

'' Sheriff is the chief pecker galosh, '' Dolly suggested.

'' Look, this ai n't funny no more, '' the Sheriff threatened, `` So get and poke the widow woman OK ! ``

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

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

'' Let me, '' Dolly sighed but widow woman Freemason grabbed Erasmus and pulled him to her.

'' Hell I do n't mind my rooster in you but I sure as hellhole still want it attached to me ! '' he protested.

widow George Mason sat on the boundary of the Sheriffs desk with her fat bulging second joint spread blanket apart and someplace in a Mass of curly black hairs her snatch dripped with anticipation as she waited for Erasmus 's cock.

'' The affair 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 Mason agreed.

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

Gerhard Gerhards jerked forward, `` Oh god, that 's so skilful ! '' widow Mason sighed.

'' So, I done it, can I get back to shoe shining ? '' Geert Geerts asked, but widow stonemason had her hands on his backside pulling him ever deeply inside her and Erasmus realised he did n't have a luck to escape.

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

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

'' hell no. I'm horny for a char, not a kid, not a guy a adult female ! '' the Sheriff protested.

'' facial expression love, everyone knows you like guys, '' Dolly chided.

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

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

Desiderius Erasmus was getting into his pace now, the old desk was creaking as he humped and the whole thing was siding nearer the wall with every protrusion intil suddenly, 'Crack ,'one of the wooden leg busted off. and the completely thing keeled over.

'' Oh Rasmus, that was the dear I ever had, '' Widow Mason agreed as they lay in a heap.

'' What about this Brassica napus ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Maybe you could send the defendant around my spot ? '' she asked hopefully.

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

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

Someone walked up and knocked the door, `` I say, '' he said in an English accent, `` Some bloody char stole my sawbuck ! ``

'' That 's him ! '' Widow Mason shouted, `` That 's him, I 'd know that voice 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 beldame who stole my gymnastic horse and locked me in her b the resolution 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 peeress Sheriff, your report precedes you, '' the guy admitted, `` She owes me XX dollars. ``

'' You said a unit Night ! '' widow Alfred Edward Woodley Mason explained.

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

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

'' fountainhead it 'ai n't mighty ! '' he insisted.

'' rightfield, so you 're fucking whores every night from sun down to sun up ? '' the puncher asked.

'' Not exactly, '' the Sheriff admitted, `` blaze I 'm the law, I got touchstone. ``

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

'' What the pit do I have to do to convert you ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

'' right field, well, nope, I guess I can exist with the jibes, '' the Sheriff admitted.

About then there was a squeal like a pig dying, Widdow Mason was squealing fit to burst, Erasmus had been humping her like a demented blackguard dog and then he must suffer let fly because she was a howling and a hollering and squealing like it was killing clock time at the abattoir.

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

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

'' No marvel 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 tenacious time, '' Jake explained, `` I guess woman just ai n't your setting. ``

'' 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 turncock for me ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Hell, whoring without a license, thats serious. '' doll explained.

'' Why ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Cause you have to own a whoring license rightfield ? '' she asked.

'' for certain, '' the Sheriff agreed.

'' And if you goes whoring without you gets locked up till you get a license, '' dolly added.

'' So ? '' the Cowboy asked, `` How much is a permit ? ``

'' Two Dollars, except only girlfriend can get them, '' Dolly explained.

'' right field, 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 life in jail for whoring, '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Or get your cock lopped off and be a fille, '' Dolly added helpfully.

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

'' And what time is that ? '' the Cowboy asked.

'' One week, '' the Sheriff explained.

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

'' Hell no, '' Jake laughed, `` Tied nude to a railing outside the sedan like a dog so any widow woman charwoman can climb right on your cock and there ai n't nothing you can do about it ! ``

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

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

The cowhand 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 books about five years ago, '' she said, `` So I started on law books. ``

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

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

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

'' Twenty ? '' the Sheriff queried.

'' No way, I 'm thirteen ! '' Dolly insisted but nobody believed her.

'' I reckon if you let your pilus down, '' the Sheriff suggested, and he reached out and started to unravel her pig bottom, `` And washed those imposter freckles off of your grimace. ``

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

The Sheriff felt yearnings he could n't defy, `` You know you offered to neaten me out, '' he whispered, `` Now 's as honest a time as any. Get out all of you. establish us some privacy ! ``

'' I guess I talked myself into that one, '' Dolly agreed and let the Sheriff put up her short skirt to show her perfect hairless vagina, `` Only you undecomposed kiss me or say sweet thing of something because homo do n't turn me on. ``

'' Ten Dollars ? '' he whispered.

'' sustenance talking, '' she agreed.

'' Fifteen ? '' he suggested.

'' Enough, you wan na ascent aboard for a tripper to heaven ? '' Dolly asked.

They looked around, the desk was broke, the base was filthy, `` My place or against the wall ? '' doll asked.

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

He lifted her by the waistline and pushed her against the bulwark as she guided his cock up against her dampish puss lips so he could lower her down

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

The Sheriff began to hump, once, twice, three times, `` Oh asshole I 'm cumming ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Oh Saviour, pull out ! '' Dolly wailed but she was far too of late as a jet of spunk surged up inside her.

'' You filthy stupid moron, my man always pull out you fool, '' Dolly protested.

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

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

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

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

'' You wan na see us roll in the hay again ? '' doll asked, as she saw the Sheriffs putz 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 deserving l dollars. ``

He never needed no second gear dictation and he drove his cock up between her brim as she stood on one leg against the rampart, she was so broad of spunk it slid correct in and they was lost in each early for ages, so long that everybody got tired of observance and went down the saloon.

Gently fucking against the door post like buff until Dolly let herself bask a sly orgasm, 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 climax so vivid that she cried out, `` Fuck me ! ``

They stood locked together for a long clock time as the Sheriff's cock gradually softened, dolly just stood quietly and even let the Sheriff kiss her on the mouth, .but eventually they had to break up and get dressed

They set to work to straighten the office afterwards, the board was busted so it took a while, and gentlewoman L'Oisseaux from the whore sign came to fetch Dolly.

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

'' The nether region she ain't she must be twenty four if she 's a day ! '' gentlewoman insisted.

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

'' employment clock time ! '' Madam insisted, `` I got a queue of gentlemen waiting. ``

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

'' And how long will that take ? '' ma'am asked.

'' All night ? '' he said.

'' A week maybe ? '' Dolly suggested.

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

'' more maybe ? '' doll added, `` You reckon I could be your repository or something ? ``

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

'' Shit, '' ma'am protested and she went outside, `` What about the rapist ? ``


To be continued