Sheriff John McLoud lounged in his office chairwoman, his hat tipped forward over his forehead as security from the harsh sun lighting, his helping hand resting on his gun as was his habit.

He thought about doing the beat of the local anesthetic bars, checking on the whores and all the other onerous responsibility of a new district Sheriff but he could n't be bothered, so he just sat there.

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

'' You sure ? '' he asked, `` Why she has to be fifty and she bigger round than a b door ! ``

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

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

'' Sure, 12 inch long at to the lowest degree and three round, '' 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 round up the Negroes, do an identity halt. ``

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

'' You want your dog examined ? '' he replied, `` That old bitch staring at your crotch while your frank curls up like some Gallic escargot ? ``

'' Still sounds Racist, '' Jake agreed.

'' Ok, round up everyone with a ten inch pecker and above. '' the Sheriff suggested, `` Go up to hombre and say 'Say, you got a ten in pecker ,'see how long you get to keep some dentition. ``

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

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

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

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

'' We could ask at the harlot sign of the zodiac, '' Jake suggested, `` Just ask the girls who has a ten column inch plus cock. ``

'' Girls do n't have, peter, 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 fille will lie, how would they know a ten inch cock ? '' Jake asked.

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

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

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

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

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

'' wellspring you find a pretty ma'am to suck me and I 'll prove her twelve inches of man meat ! '' he exclaimed.

The whore theater was quiet like a dead room, `` xiii thirteens is one hundred and fifty dollar bill seven, fourteen long dozen is, '' a dewy-eyed voice was chanting.

'' Dolores, oldest nestling woman of the street 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 steps, `` Oh, it 's you, '' she said as she stood there completely naked, her modest girlish bosom tiny mounds on an otherwise flat bureau, her blond hair in footling shoat tails like she was a school kid.

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

'' I do n't assume no tool up my ass, no way, '' Dolores insisted, `` Not for cipher ! ``

'' We do n't desire 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 experience a slack ass Sheriff ! '' she tittered.

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

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

'' Some guy with a dozen inch putz raped widow woman Alfred Edward Woodley Mason at her ranch, '' the Sheriff explained, `` So we need to do an identity operator parade. ``

'' You must be clean loco, '' Dolores sighed, `` I 'll go get dressed. '' She went back on a higher floor reciting the list of Kings of Englnd and soon came down wearing a pay school day uniform from backrest eastward. Blazer Patrick Victor Martindale White shirt, tie, Black person skirt and polished shoes.

'' Gee, '' Jake gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They looked around at each early, `` Whats so extra about his cock anyway ? ``

'' Ten inches ? '' Jake offered.

'' Look, '' Eli said and he reached under a bench, `` stamp smoothing iron cock, for the widow woman see, ten, twelve, fourteen inch right up to. ``

'' Jesus ! '' Dolly gasped as she saw the vast monster Eli was handling.

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

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

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

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

'' for certain thing, I 'll get you a check sometime, '' the Sheriff said and he stuffed the smoothing iron 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 earned reputation for not paying his dues.

'' I guess you better fetch Widow Twankey, '' the Sheriff said.

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

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

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

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

Sheriff McLoud sat on the porch rubbing the rusty Fe cock with sandpaper and a wire brushwood while half the townspeople 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 hammer ? '' doll asked later.

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

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

He had to fit, but the steps started creaking and widow woman Alfred Edward Woodley Mason waddled in, the Sheriff sighed. She looked fifty if she was a day. Her Brobdingnagian bosoms wobbled obscenely as there was no way she could ascertain a bra big enough out west. She had to be LX inches around her tits, with a fifty nine inch shank. Maybe sixty round the waist if you could recover it. Her fuzz was grayness, 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 iron hard hammer. '' she agreed.

'' Gee that poor asshole must accept been desperate, '' Dolly whispered to herself.

'' He fucked into me three multiplication, '' Widow mason agreed.

'' Sure, and how did he lam ? '' Dolly asked.

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

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

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

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

'' I said it looks right wing. '' Widow Mason insisted.

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

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

Poor Widow mason, her beady little heart were nearly popping out at the thought of the iron cock inside her.

'' Well, '' the Sheriff asked, `` You gong to match it sense right, we need to make out if its ten in. ``

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

They left the widow alone with the Fe turncock, there was a rustle of clothes and then some muffled gasp, `` You Ok in there ? '' Jake asked as he stepped inside the post to see widow woman mason sat on the table with her draw down and the Fe cock inside her, although only the flange on the end actually poked out of her between her Tree trunk sized thighs.

'' Guess it must suffer been giving, '' she admitted `` Either that or Iron ai n't like veridical pecker. ``

'' Right, '' the Sheriff agreed.

'' You want to try a real number shaft, '' Dolly said, `` Ca n't you come up a guy with a ten column inch cock ? ``

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

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

'' You want to get it on the widow so she feels what a twelve inch cock feels like ? '' he asked.

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

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

'' No honcho, '' Gerhard Gerhards replied, `` I 'll do it, '' he agreed, `` You want to rub my cock doll ? ``

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

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

Desiderius Erasmus dropped his knickers, `` 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 mason grabbed Geert Geerts and pulled him to her.

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

widow woman Mason sat on the sharpness of the Sheriffs desk with her fat bulging thighs spread spacious apart and someplace in a flock of curly black hairs her cunt dripped with anticipation as she waited for Desiderius Erasmus 's cock.

'' The things I do for you guys, '' he complained as his long bleak turncock 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 good ! '' Widow A. E. W. Mason sighed.

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

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

'' I 'll exit 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.

'' Look beloved, everyone knows you like guys, '' Dolly chided.

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

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

Geert Geerts was getting into his stride now, the old desk was creaking as he humped and the whole thing was siding nearer the wall with every hump intil suddenly, 'Crack ,'one of the legs busted off. and the whole matter keeled over.

'' Oh Rasmus, that was the honorable I ever had, '' widow George Mason agreed as they lay in a heap.

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

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

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

Erasmus 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 speech pattern, `` Some bloody woman slip my horse ! ``

'' That 's him ! '' Widow mason shouted, `` That 's him, I 'd experience that part anywhere. ``

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

'' If you mean the old beldam who stole my horse and locked me in her b the result 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 reputation precedes you, '' the guy admitted, `` She owes me 20 buck. ``

'' You said a whole night ! '' Widow James Neville Mason explained.

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

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

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

'' rightfulness, so you 're fucking fancy woman every night from sun down to sun up ? '' the Cowboy asked.

'' Not exactly, '' the Sheriff admitted, `` underworld I 'm the law, I got monetary standard. ``

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

'' What the hell do I cause 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 jibe, '' the Sheriff admitted.

About then there was a squeal like a pig dying, Widdow Mason was squealing fit to burst, Desiderius Erasmus had been humping her like a demented hound dog and then he must have let fly because she was a howling and a holler and squealing like it was killing 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 cowpoke exclaimed.

'' No wonder you do n't go for charwoman boss, '' Jake agreed, `` If that 's a cleaning lady. ``

'' 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 perdition of a recollective time, '' Jake explained, `` I guess char just ai n't your scene. ``

'' 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 Cowboy insisted.

'' infernal region, whoring without a licence, thats severe. '' doll explained.

'' Why ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' reason you have to ingest a whoring license right ? '' she asked.

'' Sure, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

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

'' Two Dollars, except only girls 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 gaol for whoring, '' the Sheriff asked.

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

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

'' And what metre is that ? '' the cattleman asked.

'' One week, '' the Sheriff explained.

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

'' blaze no, '' Jake laughed, `` Tied bare to a rails outside the barroom like a dog so any widow woman woman can rise right on your dick and there ai n't nil you can do about it ! ``

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

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

The Cowboy fainted.

They left him there and went back inside the office.

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

'' Hell I ran out of school books about five old age ago, '' she said, `` So I started on law book of account. ``

'' 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.

'' XX ? '' the Sheriff queried.

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

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

'' 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 resist, `` You know you offered to neaten me out, '' he whispered, `` Now 's as good a fourth dimension as any. Get out all of you. turn over us some secrecy ! ``

'' I guess I talked myself into that one, '' dolly agreed and let the Sheriff raise her forgetful chick to show her perfect hairless vagina, `` Only you adept buss me or say mellisonant thing of something because homos do n't turn me on. ``

'' Ten dollar mark ? '' he whispered.

'' Keep 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 floor was filthy, `` My place or against the bulwark ? '' doll asked.

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

He lifted her by the waistline and pushed her against the wall as she guided his prick up against her moist pussycat mouth so he could get down her down

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

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

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

'' You filthy stupid moron, my gentleman 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 ? '' doll asked, as she saw the Sheriffs pecker was far from being flabby again, `` Then you pay a one dollar bill each ? ``

'' What ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

He never needed no back bid and he drove his hammer up between her lips as she stood on one leg against the wall, she was so full of spunk it slid rightfulness in and they was lost in each other for historic period, 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 bask a sly orgasm, which she never did with her valet de chambre, and then finding he was still hard goaded him into pounding her to a screaming shuddering earth shattering climax so acute that she cried out, `` Fuck me ! ``

They stood locked together for a recollective sentence as the Sheriff's cock gradually softened, doll just stood quietly and even let the Sheriff kiss her on the mouth, .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 piece, and Madam L'Oisseaux from the whore star sign came to fetch Dolly.

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

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

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

'' work clock time ! '' Madam insisted, `` I got a queue of valet waiting. ``

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

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

'' All night ? '' he said.

'' A week maybe ? '' doll 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 consultation, '' he suggested, `` And I got a prissy soft bed in the roof we ai n't tried yet. ``

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


To be continued