Sheriff John McLoud lounged in his agency chairman, his hat tipped forward over his os frontale as protection from the coarse sun light, his hired man resting on his gun as was his habit.

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

Around three o'clock Jake Bannister arrived in a tearing hastiness, `` Sheriff, Sheriff, get quick, Widder Mason been raped ! ``

'' You sure ? '' he asked, `` Why she has to be fifty and she larger round than a barn room access ! ``

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

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

'' Sure, dozen inch long at least and three rung, '' Jake explained.

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

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

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

'' Why Black person, you racist or something ? '' Jake asked.

'' You want your dog examined ? '' he replied, `` That old gripe staring at your crotch while your dog curls up like some French Snail ? ``

'' Still sounds Racist, '' Jake agreed.

'' Ok, round up everyone with a ten column inch rooster and above. '' the Sheriff suggested, `` Go up to guys and say 'Say, you got a ten in peter ,'see how long you get to keep some teeth. ``

'' We could get a little girl to do it, '' Jake suggested, `` One of the pretty girls from the pub, she could assist out, we could deputise her. ``

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

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

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

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

'' lady friend do n't take, 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 girl will lie, how would they know a ten inch turncock ? '' Jake asked.

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

They never had far to count, Erasmus was sitting in the refinement of the front porch with his horseshoe shine kit, sword new never used since he moved from Florida a year ago, but it was what he did.

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

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

'' We need a ten inch turncock to take a work off of, '' the Sheriff insisted.

'' Well you find a pretty lady to suck me and I 'll testify her twelve inches of man meat ! '' he exclaimed.

The whore home was calm down like a morgue, `` xiii thirteens is one hundred and fifty seven, XIV thirteen is, '' a simple voice was chanting.

'' Dolores, oldest nestling whore in Rachel Carson County, '' Jake explained, `` Hey dolly 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 nude, her pocket-sized schoolgirlish bosom tiny hummock on an otherwise flat bureau, her blonde whisker in petty piggy tails like she was a school kid.

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

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

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

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

'' We want to have intercourse which cat have twelve in cocks dolly, '' the Sheriff explained.

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

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

'' You want to lay off by one day honey, '' dolly suggested, `` Let me straighten you out ! ``

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

'' You must be clean loco, '' Dolores sighed, `` I 'll go get dressed. '' She went back upstairs reciting the tilt of Martin Luther King of Englnd and soon came down wearing a pay school uniform from support east. Blazer white shirt, tie, lightlessness skirt and polished shoes.

'' Gee, '' Jake gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Ten inches ? '' Jake offered.

'' flavour, '' Eli said and he reached under a Bench, `` Cast atomic number 26 cocks, for the widow woman see, ten, twelve, fourteen inches right up to. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' for sure thing, I 'll get you a bank check sometime, '' the Sheriff said and he stuffed the iron dick in his belt and they went back to the pokey house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sheriff McLoud sat on the porch rubbing the rusty iron cock with sandpaper and a conducting wire brush while half the township 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 coat of black lead paint.

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

'' sure enough, '' he admitted, `` Where 's Jake ? ``

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

He had to agree, but the steps started creaking and Widow mason waddled in, the Sheriff sighed. She looked 50 if she was a day. Her Brobdingnagian bosom wobbled obscenely as there was no way she could line up a bandeau big enough out Benjamin West. She had to be lx inch around her mammilla, with a fifty dollar bill nine inch waistline. Maybe threescore round the waist if you could find it. Her pilus 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 inches of branding iron hard tool. '' she agreed.

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

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

'' Sure, and how did he escape ? '' dolly asked.

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

'' right we got cock hunting to do, '' the Sheriff announced, `` Now is this around the rightfield sizing ? '' he asked and he produced the atomic number 26 cock.

'' I guess, '' Widow Freemason admitted.

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

'' I said it looks in good order. '' Widow Mason insisted.

'' fountainhead I do n't trust you ! '' Dolly insisted.

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

poor widow Mason, her spangled niggling middle were nearly popping out at the thought of the smoothing iron cock inside her.

'' Well, '' the Sheriff asked, `` You gong to check it experience right, we need to know if its ten in. ``

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

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

'' guessing it must have been bigger, '' she admitted `` Either that or branding iron ai n't same literal cock. ``

'' Right, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

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

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

'' You want to hump the widow so she feels what a twelve in cock feel like ? '' he asked.

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

'' You want to happen a new shoe refulgency pitch ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

'' Sheriff is the chieftain cock rubber, '' Dolly suggested.

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

Erasmus dropped his knickers, `` 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 stonemason grabbed Erasmus and pulled him to her.

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

widow A. E. W. Mason sat on the edge of the Sheriffs desk with her fat bulging thigh spread wide apart and someplace in a multitude of curly blackened hairs her bitch dripped with anticipation as she waited for Erasmus 's cock.

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

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

'' I guess, '' widow A. E. W. Mason agreed.

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

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

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

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

'' I 'll leave 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 woman ! '' the Sheriff protested.

'' looking dearest, everyone knows you like guy wire, '' dolly chided.

'' I do n't damn you, '' said the Sheriff as Erasmus 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 daughter neither. ``

'' fountainhead like I said, '' doll replied, '' Any time 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 whole affair was siding nearer the bulwark with every hump intil suddenly, 'Crack ,'one of the legs busted off. and the whole affair keeled over.

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

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

'' Maybe you could charge the defendant around my post ? '' she asked hopefully.

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

Desiderius Erasmus 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 fucking woman slip my gymnastic horse ! ``

'' That 's him ! '' widow woman Freemason shouted, `` That 's him, I 'd know that voice anywhere. ``

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

'' If you mean the old crone who stole my horse and locked me in her barn 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 repute precedes you, '' the guy admitted, `` She owes me twenty clam. ``

'' You said a totally night ! '' Widow stonemason explained.

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

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

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

'' right wing, so you 're fucking whores every Nox from sun down to sun up ? '' the cowherd asked.

'' Not exactly, '' the Sheriff admitted, `` infernal region I 'm the law, I got standards. ``

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

'' What the hell do I have to do to convince you ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

'' Right, well, nope, I guess I can live with the jibes, '' the Sheriff admitted.

About then there was a squeal like a pig death, Widdow Mason was squealing fit to break open, Erasmus had been humping her like a demented blackguard dog and then he must have let fly because she was a howling and a hollo and squealing like it was killing time at the butchery.

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 curiosity 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 long prison term, '' Jake explained, `` I guesswork women just ai n't your scene. ``

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

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

Just then Dolly came back, `` You got any putz 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 cause a whoring license rightfield ? '' she asked.

'' surely, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

'' So ? '' the cowboy asked, `` How a good deal is a license ? ``

'' Two dollar bill, except only girls can get them, '' doll explained.

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

Gerhard Gerhards and Widow stonemason came out on the porch, and everyone shuffled around.

'' Like you get life in clink for whoring, '' the Sheriff asked.

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

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

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

'' One week, '' the Sheriff explained.

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

'' Hell no, '' Jake laughed, `` Tied raw to a rail outside the pub like a dog so any widow womanhood can climb right on your shaft and there ai n't null 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 quite a little ? ``

The cowman fainted.

They left him there and went back inside the office.

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

'' pit I ran out of school day Good Book about five years ago, '' she said, `` So I started on law Scripture. ``

'' 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.

'' 20 ? '' the Sheriff queried.

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

'' I reckon if you let your fuzz down, '' the Sheriff suggested, and he reached out and started to unravel her pig hindquarters, `` And washed those fake freckle off of your face. ``

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

The Sheriff felt yearnings he could n't resist, `` You know you offered to straighten me out, '' he whispered, `` Now 's as honorable a metre as any. Get out all of you. fall in us some privacy ! ``

'' I guess I talked myself into that one, '' Dolly agreed and let the Sheriff raise her curt annulus to show her perfect hairless vagina, `` Only you better kiss me or say dulcet matter of something because homos do n't change by reversal me on. ``

'' Ten dollar ? '' he whispered.

'' hold talking, '' she agreed.

'' Fifteen ? '' he suggested.

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

They looked around, the desk was broke, the trading floor was filthy, `` My shoes or against the paries ? '' Dolly asked.

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

He lifted her by the waistline and pushed her against the paries as she guided his peter up against her moist pussy lips so he could depress her downwardly

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

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

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

'' You filthy pudden-head moron, my man always pull out you fool, '' dolly protested.

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

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

doll undid her shirt and pulled it aside, no one said much as she showed her sad petty 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 mild again, `` Then you pay a dollar each ? ``

'' What ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Fuck me again, '' she replied, `` It has to be Worth fifty dollars. ``

He never needed no second bidding and he drove his shaft up between her backtalk as she stood on one leg against the wall, she was so full of punk it slid right in and they was lost in each early for ages, so long that everybody got tired of watching and went down the saloon.

Gently fucking against the door post like lovers until Dolly let herself savour a sly orgasm, which she never did with her gentlemen, and then finding he was still hard goaded him into pounding her to a screaming shuddering dry land shattering climax so intense that she cried out, `` Fuck me ! ``

They stood locked together for a long meter as the Sheriff's peter gradually softened, Dolly just stood quietly and even let the Sheriff kiss her on the rim, .but eventually they had to separate and get dressed

They set to work to straighten the office afterwards, the table was busted so it took a spell, and Madam L'Oisseaux from the whore house came to get Dolly.

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

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

'' female parent ! '' Dolly protested, `` Oh well I guess you should have a go at it. ``

'' Work time ! '' dame 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 contain ? '' gentlewoman asked.

'' All nighttime ? '' he said.

'' A week maybe ? '' Dolly suggested.

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

'' to a greater extent maybe ? '' Dolly added, `` You reckon I could be your secretary or something ? ``

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

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


To be continued