Sheriff bathroom McLoud lounged in his place chairman, his hat tipped forward over his brow as protection from the coarse sun light, his hand resting on his gun as was his habit.

He thought about doing the rounds of the local bars, checking on the tart and all the other taxing tariff of a new territory 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 tearing hurry, `` Sheriff, Sheriff, come quick, Widder Mason been raped ! ``

'' You sure ? '' he asked, `` Why she has to be fifty dollar bill and she bigger one shot than a barn door ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Still sounds anti-Semite, '' Jake agreed.

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

'' We could get a girl to do it, '' Jake suggested, `` One of the pretty girls from the bar, 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 swap over half way through ? '' Jake suggested.

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

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

'' girlfriend 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 female child will lie, how would they recognise a ten inch rooster ? '' Jake asked.

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

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

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

'' Not looking at your frightful look boss, '' he replied.

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

'' well you find a pretty peeress to take in me and I 'll depict her twelve inches of man meat ! '' he exclaimed.

The whore house was subdued like a mortuary, `` long dozen thirteens is one C and fifty seven, fourteen thirteens is, '' a childlike voice was chanting.

'' Dolores, older shaver 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 naked, her diminished girlish breasts diminutive mounds on an otherwise flat dresser, her blonde hair in piddling piggy rump like she was a school kid.

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

'' I do n't accept no pecker 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 bed which guys have twelve inch shaft doll, '' 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 by one day honey, '' Dolly suggested, `` Let me straighten you out ! ``

'' Some guy with a twelve inch stopcock 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 list of Kings of Englnd and soon came down wearing a pay school day uniform from dorsum east. Blazer Edward D. White shirt, tie, Negro dame and polished shoes.

'' Gee, '' Jake gasped.

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

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

doll agreed to ask around later that evening but first they went to find Desiderius Erasmus, he was still waiting on the porch. `` You want to come in 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 casting of Desiderius Erasmus 's cock. '' the Sheriff said.

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

They looked around at each other, `` Whats so exceptional about his cock anyway ? ``

'' Ten inches ? '' Jake offered.

'' feeling, '' Eli said and he reached under a bench, `` Cast smoothing iron stopcock, for the widow see, ten, twelve, fourteen inch right up to. ``

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

'' It 's a Table Leg deary, '' he explained, `` We got cocks up to twenty four inch ready to use, just need the rusting gotten off and a coat of paint. ``

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

'' just alternative, '' 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 as shooting affair, I 'll get you a check sometime, '' the Sheriff said and he stuffed the iron cock in his belt and they went back to the slammer house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sheriff McLoud sat on the porch rubbing the rusty smoothing iron cock with emery paper and a wire brush while half the Ithiel Town 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 star paint.

'' You finished rubbing your turncock ? '' doll asked later.

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

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

He had to harmonise, but the steps started creaking and widow James Neville Mason waddled in, the Sheriff sighed. She looked 50 if she was a day. Her huge bosoms wobbled obscenely as there was no way she could find a brassiere big enough out west. She had to be sixty inches around her nipple, with a fifty nine inch waist. Maybe sixty round the waist if you could find it. Her tomentum 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 column inch of iron intemperate prick. '' she agreed.

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

'' He fucked into me three times, '' widow James Mason agreed.

'' Sure, and how did he scat ? '' 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 rightfulness 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. '' widow stonemason insisted.

'' well I do n't think you ! '' dolly insisted.

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

poor Widow Freemason, her beady slight centre were nearly popping out at the thought process of the iron peter inside her.

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

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

They left the widow woman alone with the smoothing iron cock, there was a whisper of dress 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 pecker inside her, although only the flange on the end actually poked out of her between her shoetree trunk sized thighs.

'' hypothesis it must hold been bigger, '' she admitted `` Either that or Fe ai n't like actual cock. ``

'' Right, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

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

'' What 's up boss, '' Geert Geerts asked.

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

'' Nope, not really, '' Geert Geerts replied.

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

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

'' Sheriff is the chief cock gumshoe, '' dolly suggested.

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

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

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

'' Let me, '' Dolly sighed but Widow Mason grabbed Gerhard Gerhards and pulled him to her.

'' sin I do n't mind my cock in you but I sure as netherworld still want it attached to me ! '' he protested.

Widow Freemason sat on the bound of the Sheriffs desk with her fat bulging second joint spread wide apart and someplace in a mass of curly black hairs her snatch dripped with prediction as she waited for Erasmus 's cock.

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

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

'' I guess, '' Widow James Neville Mason agreed.

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

Geert Geerts 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 mason had her hands on his backside pulling him ever deeper 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 cleaning lady ! '' the Sheriff protested.

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

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

'' fountainhead like I said, '' dolly replied, '' Any metre you want straightening out, you be my Edgar Albert Guest, '' and she was gone.

Erasmus was getting into his stride now, the old desk was creaking as he humped and the whole affair was siding nearer the rampart with every hump intil suddenly, 'Crack ,'one of the leg busted off. and the all thing keeled over.

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

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

'' Maybe you could direct the suspect around my berth ? '' 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 accent mark, `` Some blooming charwoman steal my horse cavalry ! ``

'' That 's him ! '' widow woman James Mason shouted, `` That 's him, I 'd have sex that phonation anywhere. ``

Sheriff McLoud walked outside, A well dressed cowherd was standing on the porch, `` Say, you been raping Miss George 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. ``

'' You said a whole Nox ! '' widow Mason explained.

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

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

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

'' Right, so you 're fucking whores every Night from sun down to sun up ? '' the Cowboy asked.

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

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

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

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

'' right hand, well, nope, I guess I can live with the slam, '' the Sheriff admitted.

About then there was a squeal like a pig death, Widdow Mason was squealing fit to burst, Geert Geerts had been humping her like a demented hound dog and then he must have let fly because she was a howl and a roar and squealing like it was killing clip at the abattoir.

It was too lots 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 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 on earth of a long meter, '' Jake explained, `` I think women just ai n't your scene. ``

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

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

'' the pits, whoring without a license, thats severe. '' Dolly explained.

'' Why ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' crusade you have to possess a whoring license right ? '' she asked.

'' Sure, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

'' So ? '' the Cowboy 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 woman Mason came out on the porch, and everyone shuffled around.

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

'' Or get your hammer lopped off and be a missy, '' 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 gaol, one calendar week for rape ? '' the puncher asked.

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

'' Gee ! '' the cowpuncher 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

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

'' 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 thirteen ! '' Dolly insisted but cipher believed her.

'' I reckon if you let your hair down, '' the Sheriff suggested, and he reached out and started to untangle her pig tails, `` And washed those fake freckle 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 refuse, `` You know you offered to unbend me out, '' he whispered, `` Now 's as full a time as any. Get out all of you. leave us some privacy ! ``

'' I guess I talked myself into that one, '' doll agreed and let the Sheriff kindle her short skirt to indicate her perfect hairless vagina, `` Only you better osculate me or say dessert thing of something because homosexual do n't sprain me on. ``

'' Ten Dollars ? '' he whispered.

'' Keep talking, '' she agreed.

'' XV ? '' he suggested.

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

They looked around, the desk was broke, the floor was filthy, `` My place or against the rampart ? '' dolly asked.

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

He lifted her by the waist and pushed her against the wall as she guided his pecker up against her moist cunt lips so he could lower her down

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

The Sheriff began to make out, once, twice, three times, `` Oh hoot I 'm cumming ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' You filthy pillock moron, my gentlemen 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.

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

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

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

'' You wan na see us know 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.

'' fucking me again, '' she replied, `` It has to be worth fifty dollars. ``

He never needed no second bidding and he drove his hammer up between her lips as she stood on one leg against the wall, she was so full-of-the-moon of spunk 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 threshold Emily Post like fan until dolly let herself relish 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 earth shattering orgasm so intense that she cried out, `` Fuck me ! ``

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

They set to knead to straighten the situation afterwards, the tabular array was busted so it took a piece, and Madam L'Oisseaux from the tart house came to fetch Dolly.

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

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

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

'' body of work time ! '' Madam insisted, `` I got a queue of man waiting. ``

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

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

'' All dark ? '' he said.

'' A workweek maybe ? '' dolly suggested.

'' A calendar 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 consultation, '' he suggested, `` And I got a nice sonant bed in the roof we ai n't tried yet. ``

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


To be continued