Sheriff John McLoud lounged in his office chair, his hat tipped forward over his frontal bone as trade protection from the rough sun light, his deal resting on his gun as was his habit.

He thought about doing the turn of the local bars, checking on the lady of pleasure and all the other onerous tariff 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 precipitation, `` Sheriff, Sheriff, come quick, Widder Mason been raped ! ``

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

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

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

'' Sure, twelve in long at to the lowest degree and three circle, '' Jake explained.

'' Negro, white, Irish people, 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 element check. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' indisputable, '' 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 substantial 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 young lady who has a ten inch plus pecker. ``

'' Girls do n't hold, cocks, except down in Mexico, '' the Sheriff explained patiently, `` Oh rightfulness, I got you, '' he added quickly as he realised what Jake meant.

'' I guess the girls will lie, how would they have a go at it a ten in dick ? '' Jake asked.

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

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

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

'' Not looking at your slimy cheek boss, '' he replied.

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

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

The whore house was quiet like a morgue, `` Thirteen thirteen is one one C and fifty seven, fourteen thirteens is, '' a round-eyed voice was chanting.

'' Dolores, sure-enough child cocotte 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 defenseless, her small girlish white meat flyspeck agglomerate on an otherwise flat chest, her blonde hair's-breadth in little shoat tails like she was a school day 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 require to. '' the Sheriff explained.

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

'' We want to know which guy rope have twelve column inch cocks dolly, '' the Sheriff explained.

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

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

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

'' Some guy with a twelve column inch prick 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 upstairs reciting the list of Kings of Englnd and soon came down wearing a pay school uniform from back east. sports coat white shirt, tie, black skirt and polished shoes.

'' Gee, '' Jake gasped.

'' That 's you on the lean 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 determine Erasmus, he was still waiting on the porch. `` You want to follow down the blacksmith ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

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

'' okeh, you want a bronze cock ? '' he asked, `` Where the hell do you believe I can get bronze ? ``

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

'' Ten in ? '' Jake offered.

'' Look, '' Eli said and he reached under a bench, `` Cast Fe cocks, for the widows see, ten, twelve, fourteen inches right up to. ``

'' the Nazarene ! '' Dolly gasped as she saw the immense monstrosity Eli was handling.

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

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

'' Good choice, '' 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 chip sometime, '' the Sheriff said and he stuffed the iron stopcock in his belt and they went back to the slammer house.

Eli shrugged, `` check mark 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 good. ``

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

'' 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 iron peter with emery paper and a wire brushing while half the 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 lead paint.

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

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

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

He had to harmonise, but the steps started creaking and Widow Mason waddled in, the Sheriff sighed. She looked fifty if she was a day. Her huge bosoms wobbled obscenely as there was no way she could detect a brassiere big enough out west. She had to be sixty column inch around her tit, with a fifty nine inch waist. Maybe sixty round the waistline if you could obtain it. Her hair's-breadth was grey-headed, maybe it was blonde once, maybe not, maybe she was born grey.

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

'' Sure did, twelve inch of branding iron hard cock. '' she agreed.

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

'' He fucked into me three metre, '' Widow Alfred Edward Woodley Mason agreed.

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

'' Out the window when I was not looking, '' widow woman James 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 Mason admitted.

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

'' I said it looks right. '' widow woman Mason insisted.

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

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

Poor Widow Mason, her beady little eyes were nearly popping out at the thought of the iron shaft inside her.

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

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

They left the widow alone with the iron tool, there was a rustle of dress and then some muffled gasps, `` You Ok in there ? '' Jake asked as he stepped inside the office to see widow woman A. E. W. Mason sat on the mesa with her tie down and the Fe cock inside her, although only the rim on the end actually poked out of her between her tree torso sized thighs.

'' Guess it must have been self-aggrandising, '' she admitted `` Either that or Iron ai n't like real cock. ``

'' Right, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

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

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

'' You want to have a go at it the widow so she feels what a twelve inch turncock feels like ? '' he asked.

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

'' You want to find a new skid shine sales talk ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

'' Sheriff is the chief hammer rubber, '' dolly suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

Widow Freemason sat on the edge of the Sheriffs desk with her fat bulging second joint spread wide apart and someplace in a mass of curly black 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 rooster slowly disappeared inside the crimp of flesh.

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

'' I guess, '' Widow stonemason agreed.

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

Erasmus jerked forward, `` Oh god, that 's so just ! '' widow Mason sighed.

'' So, I done it, can I get back to shoe shining ? '' Erasmus asked, but Widow Mason had her hired hand on his backside pulling him ever deeper inside her and Geert Geerts realised he did n't have a chance to escape.

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

'' I 'll will you two to it then, '' doll agreed and she went to leave.

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

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

'' I do n't damn you, '' said the Sheriff as Gerhard Gerhards closed his oculus and imagined he was fucking a confidential information as he rode widow woman George Mason for an sexual climax, `` But I do n't go for trivial little girl neither. ``

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

Erasmus was getting into his stride now, the old desk was creaking as he humped and the wholly thing was siding nearer the paries with every prominence intil suddenly, 'Crack ,'one of the legs busted off. and the entirely 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 institutionalise the defendant around my place ? '' she asked hopefully.

'' You sure it was assault ? '' 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.

soul walked up and knocked the door, `` I say, '' he said in an English accent, `` Some bloody charwoman steal my horse ! ``

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

Sheriff McLoud walked outside, A well dressed cowherd was standing on the porch, `` Say, you been raping young woman Mason ? '' he asked.

'' If you mean the old crone who stole my horse and locked me in her b 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 reputation precedes you, '' the guy admitted, `` She owes me twenty dollar bill dollars. ``

'' You said a entirely night ! '' Widow Mason explained.

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

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

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

'' Right, so you 're fucking tart every night from sun down to sun up ? '' the rodeo rider asked.

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

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

'' What the hell do I have 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 jibes, '' the Sheriff admitted.

About then there was a squeal like a pig dying, Widdow Mason was squealing fit to bust, Erasmus had been humping her like a demented hound dog and then he must give birth let fly because she was a howling and a hollering and squealing like it was killing prison term at the abattoir.

It was too often 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 charwoman 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 hellhole of a yearn clip, '' Jake explained, `` I guess fair sex just ai n't your scene. ``

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

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

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

'' Why ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' effort you have to have a whoring permission right ? '' she asked.

'' Sure, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

'' So ? '' the Cowboy asked, `` How a lot is a license ? ``

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

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

Geert Geerts 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 pecker lopped off and be a girl, '' Dolly added helpfully.

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

'' And what prison term is that ? '' the Cowboy asked.

'' One week, '' the Sheriff explained.

'' In jail, one hebdomad for Brassica napus ? '' the cowpuncher asked.

'' Hell no, '' Jake laughed, `` Tied naked to a runway outside the bar like a dog so any widow woman can go up right on your cock and there ai n't goose egg 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 softwood ? ``

The Cowboy fainted.

They left him there and went back inside the office.

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

'' the pits I ran out of school volume about five days 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.

'' Twenty ? '' the Sheriff queried.

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

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

'' Hey leave me alone ! '' dolly squealed but her fuzz 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 clean up me out, '' he whispered, `` Now 's as good a metre as any. Get out all of you. Give us some privacy ! ``

'' I guess I talked myself into that one, '' doll agreed and let the Sheriff raise her short skirt to evidence her perfect hairless vagina, `` Only you proficient snog me or say seraphic things of something because human do n't turn me on. ``

'' Ten clam ? '' he whispered.

'' Keep talking, '' she agreed.

'' fifteen ? '' he suggested.

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

They looked around, the desk was broke, the floor was foul, `` My blank space or against the rampart ? '' Dolly asked.

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

He lifted her by the waist and pushed her against the wall as she guided his cock up against her moist puss lips so he could lour her go through

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

The Sheriff began to have it off, once, twice, three multiplication, `` Oh diddly-squat I 'm cumming ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' You filthy stupid moron, my gentleman's gentleman always pull out you fool, '' doll protested.

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

'' Show us your pap ! '' somebody demanded.

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

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

'' You wan na see us love again ? '' doll asked, as she saw the Sheriffs pecker was far from being piano again, `` Then you pay a dollar mark each ? ``

'' What ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

He never needed no second gear bidding and he drove his cock up between her lips as she stood on one leg against the rampart, she was so full of kindling it slid right in and they was lost in each former for age, so long that everybody got tired of observation and went down the saloon.

Gently fucking against the door post like lover until doll let herself savour 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 land shattering orgasm so intense that she cried out, `` Fuck me ! ``

They stood locked together for a long clip as the Sheriff's rooster gradually softened, doll 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 work to square away the office afterwards, the table was busted so it took a while, and lady L'Oisseaux from the whore house came to convey Dolly.

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

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

'' Mother ! '' Dolly protested, `` Oh well I guess you should get it on. ``

'' body of work 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 in ? '' Madam asked.

'' All Nox ? '' he said.

'' A calendar week maybe ? '' doll suggested.

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

'' more maybe ? '' dolly 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 nice soft bed in the roof we ai n't tried yet. ``

'' shite, '' brothel keeper protested and she went outside, `` What about the rapist ? ``


To be continued