Sheriff toilet McLoud lounged in his office chair, his hat tipped forward over his forehead as auspices from the harsh sun light, his hand resting on his gun as was his habit.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Sure, twelve in long at least and three round, '' Jake explained.

'' Black, albumen, Irish whiskey, what we talking about here ? '' he demanded.

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

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

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

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

'' Still sounds Racist, '' Jake agreed.

'' Ok, assault up everyone with a ten in cock and above. '' the Sheriff suggested, `` Go up to guy rope and say 'Say, you got a ten inch cock ,'see how yearn you get to observe some teeth. ``

'' We could get a daughter to do it, '' Jake suggested, `` One of the pretty girls from the pothouse, she could help out, we could deputise her. ``

'' Sure, '' the Sheriff replied, `` That 's a well 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 literal work, '' the Sheriff declared, `` But lets do it, get a fancy woman to ask the guys how big they gets. ``

'' We could ask at the cyprian house, '' Jake suggested, `` Just ask the girlfriend who has a ten in plus cock. ``

'' young lady do n't throw, turncock, 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 know a ten in cock ? '' Jake asked.

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

They never had far to look, Erasmus was sitting in the shade of the battlefront porch with his brake shoe shine kit, blade new never used since he moved from FL a class ago, but it was what he did.

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

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

'' We need a ten inch pecker to take a shape off of, '' the Sheriff insisted.

'' wellspring you find a pretty Lady to suck me and I 'll show her dozen inch of man meat ! '' he exclaimed.

The whore house was placid like a morgue, `` Thirteen thirteens is one one C and L seven, xiv XIII is, '' a childlike representative was chanting.

'' Dolores, erstwhile small fry 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 stairs, `` Oh, it 's you, '' she said as she stood there completely naked, her lowly girlish breasts lilliputian mounds on an otherwise flat chest, her blonde hair's-breadth in little piggish full dress like she was a school kid.

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

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

'' 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 live which guy 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 teeth, `` Not for me ! '' he insisted.

'' You want to blockade by one day honey, '' Dolly suggested, `` Let me tidy up you out ! ``

'' Some guy with a XII column inch turncock raped widow woman stonemason at her ranch, '' the Sheriff explained, `` So we need to do an identity parade. ``

'' You must be plum loco, '' Dolores sighed, `` I 'll go get dressed. '' She went back upstair reciting the leaning of Kings of Englnd and soon came down wearing a pay schooltime uniform from rearwards due east. Blazer flannel shirt, tie, black doll 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.

doll agreed to ask around later that evening but showtime they went to find Erasmus, he was still waiting on the porch. `` You want to come 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 mould of Erasmus 's prick. '' the Sheriff said.

'' okey, you want a bronze stopcock ? '' he asked, `` Where the hell do you cogitate I can get bronze ? ``

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

'' Ten inches ? '' Jake offered.

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

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

'' It 's a hold over Leg darling, '' he explained, `` We got cocks up to twenty four in ready to use, just need the rust bewilder 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 blood line and then die. ``

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

'' Sure matter, I 'll get you a check sometime, '' the Sheriff said and he stuffed the iron stopcock 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 garner reputation for not paying his dues.

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

'' Widder Freemason, '' Jake corrected, `` This is life-threatening. ``

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

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

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

Sheriff McLoud sat on the porch rubbing the rusty atomic number 26 cock with sandpaper and a conducting wire coppice 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 track paint.

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

'' sure as shooting, '' he admitted, `` Where 's Jake ? ``

'' He 's climax, '' she confirmed, `` Only that old Capricorn do n't paddle too fast. ``

He had to agree, but the whole tone started creaking and widow woman Mason waddled in, the Sheriff sighed. She looked L if she was a day. Her immense bosoms wobbled obscenely as there was no way she could find a brassiere big enough out west. She had to be lx column inch around her tits, with a fifty nine column inch waistline. Maybe sixty round the waist if you could find it. Her haircloth was white-haired, 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 iron hard cock. '' she agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

'' I guess, '' Widow Mason admitted.

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

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

'' fountainhead I do n't believe you ! '' doll insisted.

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

poor people Widow A. E. W. Mason, her spangly little eyes were nearly popping out at the sentiment of the Fe dick inside her.

'' Well, '' the Sheriff asked, `` You gong to see to it it feels right, we need to know if its ten column inch. ``

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

They left the widow woman alone with the branding 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 George Mason sat on the table with her attractor down and the atomic number 26 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 vainglorious, '' she admitted `` Either that or Iron ai n't like real number stopcock. ``

'' Right, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You want to incur a new shoe radiance slant ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

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

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

Gerhard Gerhards dropped his trouser, `` Gee, '' widow Mason gasped, `` That sure is big ! ``.

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

'' Let me, '' doll sighed but widow woman stonemason grabbed Geert Geerts and pulled him to her.

'' Scheol I do n't mind my pecker in you but I sure as perdition still want it attached to me ! '' he protested.

widow woman Freemason sat on the edge of the Sheriffs desk with her fat bulging thighs spread all-encompassing apart and someplace in a deal of curly black hairs her cunt dripped with prevision as she waited for Erasmus 's cock.

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

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

'' I guess, '' Widow Mason agreed.

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

Erasmus jerked forward, `` Oh god, that 's so secure ! '' widow stonemason sighed.

'' So, I done it, can I get back to shoe shining ? '' Geert Geerts asked, but widow mason had her manpower on his keister pulling him ever rich inside her and Erasmus realised he did n't make a luck to escape.

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

'' I 'll will 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.

'' facial expression dear, everyone knows you like guys, '' doll chided.

'' I do n't bedamn you, '' said the Sheriff as Erasmus closed his heart and imagined he was fucking a confidential information as he rode Widow James Mason for an orgasm, `` But I do n't go for little girls neither. ``

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

Erasmus was getting into his step now, the old desk was creaking as he humped and the unit thing was siding nearer the paries with every hump intil suddenly, 'Crack ,'one of the legs busted off. and the whole thing keeled over.

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

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

'' Maybe you could send the suspects around my situation ? '' she asked hopefully.

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

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

Someone walked up and knocked the doorway, `` I say, '' he said in an English accent, `` Some bloody woman stole my gymnastic horse ! ``

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

Sheriff McLoud walked outside, A well dressed cowpoke was standing on the porch, `` Say, you been raping Miss stonemason ? '' 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 gentlewoman Sheriff, your reputation precedes you, '' the guy admitted, `` She owes me XX dollars. ``

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

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

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

'' wellspring it 'ai n't flop ! '' he insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

About then there was a squeal like a pig dying, Widdow Alfred Edward Woodley Mason was squealing fit to burst, Erasmus had been humping her like a demented heel dog and then he must have let fly because she was a howling and a hollo and squealing like it was killing sentence at the butchery.

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 wonderment you do n't go for woman knob, '' 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 hell of a long clock time, '' Jake explained, `` I reckon women just ai n't your setting. ``

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

'' I never raped her, she paid me ! '' the cowpuncher 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 serious. '' doll explained.

'' Why ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Cause you have to sustain a whoring permit rightfulness ? '' she asked.

'' Sure, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

'' So ? '' the Cowboy asked, `` How much is a permission ? ``

'' Two buck, except only girls can get them, '' Dolly explained.

'' right wing, 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 lifespan in jail for whoring, '' the Sheriff asked.

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

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

'' And what clock time is that ? '' the cowman asked.

'' One workweek, '' the Sheriff explained.

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

'' pit no, '' Jake laughed, `` Tied au naturel to a rail outside the saloon like a dog so any widow womanhood can rise right on your prick and there ai n't zip you can do about it ! ``

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

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

The cowherd fainted.

They left him there and went back inside the office.

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

'' snake pit I ran out of school books about five years 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 20, '' Jake said thoughtfully.

'' XX ? '' the Sheriff queried.

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

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

'' 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 straighten me out, '' he whispered, `` Now 's as good a fourth dimension as any. Get out all of you. Give us some privacy ! ``

'' I guess I talked myself into that one, '' Dolly agreed and let the Sheriff raise her short skirt to show her stark hairless vagina, `` Only you in effect kiss me or say sweet matter of something because gay do n't turn me on. ``

'' Ten clam ? '' he whispered.

'' Keep talking, '' she agreed.

'' 15 ? '' he suggested.

'' Enough, you wan na ascent aboard for a misstep to heaven ? '' dolly asked.

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

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

He lifted her by the waist and pushed her against the rampart as she guided his stopcock up against her damp puss lips so he could lower her down

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

The Sheriff began to do it, once, twice, three times, `` Oh horseshit I 'm cumming ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Oh jesus, get out out ! '' dolly wailed but she was far too previous as a jet of spunk surged up inside her.

'' You filthy dolt Moron, my gentlemen always pull out you fool, '' Dolly protested.

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

'' Show us your titty ! '' mortal 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 cock was far from being lenient again, `` Then you pay a dollar each ? ``

'' What ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

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

Gently fucking against the threshold post like lovers until doll let herself enjoy a sly coming, which she never did with her gentlemen, and then finding he was still hard goaded him into pounding her to a screaming shuddering worldly concern shattering coming 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 distinguish and get dressed

They set to knead to tidy the berth afterwards, the table was busted so it took a while, and Madam L'Oisseaux from the lady of pleasure star sign came to get Dolly.

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

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

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

'' Work metre ! '' madam insisted, `` I got a queue of gentleman's gentleman waiting. ``

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

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

'' All night ? '' 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 secretaire or something ? ``

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

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


To be continued