Sheriff Saint John the Apostle McLoud lounged in his function chairperson, his hat tipped forward over his brow as protection from the harsh sun light, his paw resting on his gun as was his habit.

He thought about doing the unit of ammunition of the local 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 Bannister arrived in a watering hurry, `` Sheriff, Sheriff, come quick, Widder George Mason been raped ! ``

'' You sure ? '' he asked, `` Why she has to be L and she bigger troll than a barn door ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You want your wienerwurst examined ? '' he replied, `` That old beef staring at your crotch while your hotdog curls up like some French people Snail ? ``

'' Still sounds Racist, '' Jake agreed.

'' Ok, round up everyone with a ten inch shaft and above. '' the Sheriff suggested, `` Go up to guy rope and say 'Say, you got a ten inch shaft ,'see how farseeing you get to keep some teeth. ``

'' We could get a girlfriend to do it, '' Jake suggested, `` One of the pretty girls from the taphouse, she could facilitate out, we could step in her. ``

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

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

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

'' We could ask at the lady of pleasure theatre, '' Jake suggested, `` Just ask the little girl who has a ten inch plus cock. ``

'' fille do n't experience, rooster, 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 cock ? '' Jake asked.

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

They never had far to look, Erasmus was sitting in the shade of the front porch with his shoe gleam kit, brand name new never used since he moved from Florida a year ago, but it was what he did.

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

'' Not looking at your wretched face boss, '' he replied.

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

'' well you find a pretty noblewoman to suck me and I 'll show her dozen inches of man core ! '' he exclaimed.

The prostitute house was calm like a morgue, `` baker's dozen 13 is one 100 and fifty seven, fourteen XIII is, '' a round-eyed articulation was chanting.

'' Dolores, honest-to-god child whore in 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 step, `` Oh, it 's you, '' she said as she stood there completely naked, her pocket-size girlish boob midget cumulus on an otherwise plane bureau, her blonde hair in little piggy tails like she was a school 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 know which guys have twelve inch cocks dolly, '' the Sheriff explained.

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

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

'' You want to stop over by one day dear, '' dolly suggested, `` Let me straighten out you out ! ``

'' Some guy with a twelve inch pecker raped widow Alfred Edward Woodley Mason at her ranch, '' the Sheriff explained, `` So we need to do an identicalness parade. ``

'' You must be plum loco, '' Dolores sighed, `` I 'll go get dressed. '' She went back up the stairs reciting the list of big businessman of Englnd and soon came down wearing a pay school uniform from back due east. Blazer white-hot shirt, tie, Black person bird and polished shoes.

'' Gee, '' Jake gasped.

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

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

Dolly agreed to ask around later that evening but first they went to recover Erasmus, he was still waiting on the porch. `` You want to make out 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 stamp of Erasmus 's cock. '' the Sheriff said.

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

They looked around at each early, `` Whats so special about his hammer anyway ? ``

'' Ten inch ? '' Jake offered.

'' Look, '' Eli said and he reached under a bench, `` shape atomic number 26 cock, for the widows see, ten, twelve, fourteen inches right up to. ``

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

'' It 's a Table Leg darling, '' he explained, `` We got cocks up to twenty four inch ready to use, just demand the rust fungus baffle off and a coat of paint. ``

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

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

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

'' Sure matter, I 'll get you a assay sometime, '' the Sheriff said and he stuffed the atomic number 26 cock in his belt and they went back to the gaol house.

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

'' I guess you ripe convey widow woman Twankey, '' the Sheriff said.

'' Widder George 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 peter. ``

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

'' You say the shortened things ! '' Dolly laughed, `` But I guess I 'll pass. ``

Sheriff McLoud sat on the porch rubbing the rusty iron cock with emery paper and a wire brush while half the town fell around with laughing at him, not that they let him see them laughing and then finally with the peter polished he gave it a coat of contraband leading 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 agree, but the steps started creaking and widow woman stonemason waddled in, the Sheriff sighed. She looked 50 if she was a day. Her Brobdingnagian bosoms wobbled obscenely as there was no way she could find a bandeau big enough out Benjamin West. She had to be sixty in around her tit, with a fifty dollar bill nine edge waist. Maybe sixty round the waist if you could happen it. Her hair was Charles 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 atomic number 26 hard hammer. '' she agreed.

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

'' He fucked into me three sentence, '' widow Mason agreed.

'' Sure, and how did he head for the hills ? '' Dolly asked.

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

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

'' I guess, '' widow Mason admitted.

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

'' I said it looks decently. '' Widow Mason insisted.

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

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

Poor Widow Alfred Edward Woodley Mason, her beady minuscule eyes were nearly popping out at the thought of the atomic number 26 rooster inside her.

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

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

They left the widow woman alone with the smoothing iron peter, 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 Mason sat on the board with her tie down and the Fe tool inside her, although only the flange on the end actually poked out of her between her tree tree trunk sized thighs.

'' Guess it must have been boastful, '' she admitted `` Either that or Iron ai n't the likes of genuine cock. ``

'' Right, '' the Sheriff agreed.

'' You want to try a literal dick, '' Dolly said, `` Ca n't you find a guy with a ten in rooster ? ``

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

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

'' You want to sleep with the widow so she feels what a 12 inch rooster feels like ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

'' Sheriff is the honcho cock rubber eraser, '' doll suggested.

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

Erasmus dropped his pant, `` 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 George Mason grabbed Erasmus and pulled him to her.

'' Hell I do n't listen my hammer in you but I sure as infernal region still want it attached to me ! '' he protested.

Widow Mason sat on the sharpness of the Sheriffs desk with her fat bulging thighs spread wide apart and someplace in a mickle of curly black hairs her puss dripped with anticipation as she waited for Gerhard Gerhards 's cock.

'' The thing I do for you guys, '' he complained as his long Joseph Black cock slowly disappeared inside the flexure 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.

Desiderius Erasmus jerked forward, `` Oh god, that 's so undecomposed ! '' widow Freemason sighed.

'' So, I done it, can I get back to shoe shining ? '' Erasmus asked, but widow James Neville Mason had her helping hand on his fundament pulling him ever abstruse inside her and Gerhard Gerhards realised he did n't sustain a chance to escape.

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

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

'' nether region no. I'm horny for a charwoman, not a kid, not a guy a woman ! '' the Sheriff protested.

'' Look honey, everyone knows you like guy wire, '' dolly chided.

'' I do n't bedamn 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 little girl neither. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Someone walked up and knocked the room access, `` I say, '' he said in an English people accent, `` Some flaming char stole my horse ! ``

'' That 's him ! '' widow James Neville Mason shouted, `` That 's him, I 'd know that voice anywhere. ``

Sheriff McLoud walked outside, A well dressed cowman was standing on the porch, `` Say, you been raping Miss Alfred Edward Woodley Mason ? '' he asked.

'' If you mean the old beldam 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 dame Sheriff, your reputation precedes you, '' the guy admitted, `` She owes me twenty dollar bill buck. ``

'' You said a solid dark ! '' widow woman Freemason explained.

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

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

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

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

'' Not exactly, '' the Sheriff admitted, `` the pits I 'm the law, I got criterion. ``

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

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

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

'' Right, well, nope, I guess I can live with the shaft, '' 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 heel dog and then he must suffer let fly because she was a ululation and a hollering and squealing like it was killing sentence at the shambles.

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

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

'' No wonder you do n't go for women boss, '' Jake agreed, `` If that 's a cleaning 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 underworld of a long prison term, '' Jake explained, `` I supposition adult female 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 cocks for me ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Hell, whoring without a license, thats grievous. '' Dolly explained.

'' Why ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Cause you have to have got a whoring license right ? '' she asked.

'' Sure, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

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

'' Two dollar bill, except only miss can get them, '' dolly explained.

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

Erasmus and Widow 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 lady friend, '' doll added helpfully.

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

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

'' One week, '' the Sheriff explained.

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

'' underworld no, '' Jake laughed, `` Tied naked to a rail outside the saloon like a dog so any widow woman woman can climb right on your turncock 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 pecker no big mint ? ``

The puncher fainted.

They left him there and went back inside the office.

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

'' blaze I ran out of school books about five geezerhood ago, '' she said, `` So I started on law books. ``

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

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

'' I reckon she must be pushing 20, '' Jake said thoughtfully.

'' twenty dollar bill ? '' the Sheriff queried.

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

'' I reckon if you let your hair down, '' the Sheriff suggested, and he reached out and started to unravel her pig shadower, `` And washed those pretender freckles off of your face. ``

'' Hey leave me alone ! '' Dolly squealed but her tomentum 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 roll out me out, '' he whispered, `` Now 's as good a sentence as any. Get out all of you. Give us some secrecy ! ``

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

'' Ten clam ? '' he whispered.

'' Keep talking, '' she agreed.

'' 15 ? '' he suggested.

'' Enough, you wan na climb aboard for a slip to heaven ? '' Dolly asked.

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

The Sheriff never replied but instead dropped his pants and grasped his pecker, `` Gee ! '' Dolly 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 peter up against her moist purulent lips so he could turn down her down

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

The Sheriff began to get laid, once, twice, three metre, `` Oh prick I 'm cumming ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' You filthy stupid moron, 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 ? '' doll demanded.

'' Show us your tit ! '' 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 tool was far from being cushy again, `` Then you pay a dollar each ? ``

'' What ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' piece of tail me again, '' she replied, `` It has to be Worth fifty dollars. ``

He never needed no second bidding and he drove his tool up between her lips as she stood on one leg against the bulwark, she was so full of touchwood it slid veracious 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 room access mail service like devotee until dolly let herself enjoy a sly orgasm, which she never did with her man, and then finding he was still hard goaded him into pounding her to a screaming shuddering earth shattering coming so intense that she cried out, `` Fuck me ! ``

They stood locked together for a long time as the Sheriff's cock 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 out the agency afterwards, the tabular array was busted so it took a while, and Madam L'Oisseaux from the whore house came to convey Dolly.

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

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

'' mother ! '' Dolly protested, `` Oh well I guess you should get laid. ``

'' Work metre ! '' madam insisted, `` I got a waiting line of valet de chambre waiting. ``

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

'' And how long will that charter ? '' dame asked.

'' All Nox ? '' he said.

'' A workweek maybe ? '' Dolly suggested.

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

'' More 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 decent voiced bed in the roof we ai n't tried yet. ``

'' Shit, '' lady protested and she went outside, `` What about the raper ? ``


To be continued