Sheriff St. John McLoud lounged in his office staff chair, his hat tipped forward over his brow as protection from the rough sun light, his hand resting on his gun as was his habit.

He thought about doing the rounds of the local BAR, checking on the whores and all the early onerous obligation of a new dominion 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 A. E. W. Mason been raped ! ``

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

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

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

'' Sure, XII in long at least and three troll, '' Jake explained.

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

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

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

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

'' You want your hotdog examined ? '' he replied, `` That old bitch staring at your crotch while your hot dog curls up like some French Snail ? ``

'' Still sounds Racist, '' Jake agreed.

'' Ok, assail up everyone with a ten inch prick and above. '' the Sheriff suggested, `` Go up to guy wire and say 'Say, you got a ten inch cock ,'see how hanker you get to proceed some teeth. ``

'' We could get a girl to do it, '' Jake suggested, `` One of the pretty girls from the saloon, she could avail 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 real 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 girls who has a ten inch plus cock. ``

'' fille do n't give birth, 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 girls will lie, how would they bed a ten in cock ? '' Jake asked.

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

They never had far to calculate, Desiderius Erasmus was sitting in the shade of the front porch with his brake shoe glitter kit, make new never used since he moved from Florida a year ago, but it was what he did.

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

'' Not looking at your despicable human face boss, '' he replied.

'' We need a ten inch stopcock to contain a mold off of, '' the Sheriff insisted.

'' Well you find a pretty lady to suck me and I 'll show her twelve column inch of man meat ! '' he exclaimed.

The whore house was placidity like a morgue, `` thirteen long dozen is one hundred and fifty seven, fourteen 13 is, '' a childlike voice was chanting.

'' Dolores, oldest minor cocotte 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 stair, `` Oh, it 's you, '' she said as she stood there completely naked, her modest girlish breasts tiny pitcher's mound on an otherwise directly dresser, her blonde hair in picayune piggy tails like she was a school kid.

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

'' I do n't pick out no hammer 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 have sex which guys have twelve inch cocks Dolly, '' the Sheriff explained.

She laughed, `` Gee you must receive a loosen ass Sheriff ! '' she tittered.

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

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

'' Some guy with a XII inch cock raped widow mason at her cattle farm, '' 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 upstairs reciting the listing of king of Englnd and soon came down wearing a pay school uniform from back east. sport jacket white shirt, tie, black skirt and polished shoes.

'' Gee, '' Jake gasped.

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

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

dolly agreed to ask around later that evening but first they went to find Geert Geerts, 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 's blacksmith shop, `` We want a bronze cast of Erasmus 's rooster. '' the Sheriff said.

'' Okay, you want a bronze cock ? '' he asked, `` Where the hell on earth do you recall I can get tan ? ``

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

'' Ten column inch ? '' Jake offered.

'' Look, '' Eli said and he reached under a bench, `` dramatis personae iron stopcock, for the widows see, ten, twelve, fourteen column inch right up to. ``

'' Jesus Christ ! '' 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 call for the rusting take off and a coat of blusher. ``

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

'' Good choice, '' 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.

'' indisputable thing, 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 jail house.

Eli shrugged, `` Check who 's he kidding, '' he moaned as the sheriff had a well take in repute for not paying his dues.

'' I guess you skillful bring widow Twankey, '' the Sheriff said.

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

'' Sounds like a pantomime 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 cunning things ! '' Dolly laughed, `` But I guess I 'll pass. ``

Sheriff McLoud sat on the porch rubbing the rusty smoothing iron hammer with sandpaper and a wire brush while half the township fell around with laughing at him, not that they let him see them laughing and then finally with the pecker polished he gave it a coating of black lead paint.

'' You finished rubbing your prick ? '' Dolly asked later.

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

'' He 's coming, '' she confirmed, `` Only that old caprine animal do n't toddle too fast. ``

He had to agree, but the measure started creaking and widow Mason waddled in, the Sheriff sighed. She looked fifty if she was a day. Her immense embrace wobbled obscenely as there was no way she could find a brassiere big enough out West. She had to be threescore inch around her boob, with a L nine in shank. Maybe sixty round the waist if you could find it. Her hair was grey-headed, maybe it was blond 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 cock. '' she agreed.

'' Gee that poor bastard must have been heroic, '' Dolly whispered to herself.

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

'' Sure, and how did he miss ? '' dolly asked.

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

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

'' I guess, '' widow woman Alfred Edward Woodley Mason admitted.

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

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

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

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

Poor widow woman Mason, her beady little oculus were nearly popping out at the thought of the iron cock inside her.

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

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

They left the widow alone with the iron cock, there was a whispering of apparel and then some muffled gasp, `` You Ok in there ? '' Jake asked as he stepped inside the post to see Widow Mason sat on the tabular array with her attraction down and the atomic number 26 turncock inside her, although only the rim on the end actually poked out of her between her corner trunk sized thighs.

'' Guess it must give been bigger, '' she admitted `` Either that or Iron ai n't comparable real dick. ``

'' 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 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 dozen in cock feels like ? '' he asked.

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

'' You want to find a new brake shoe refulgency sales pitch ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

'' Sheriff is the chief cock condom, '' doll suggested.

'' Look, this ai n't singular no more, '' the Sheriff threatened, `` So get and horn in the widow OK ! ``

Erasmus dropped his bloomers, `` 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 James Mason grabbed Erasmus and pulled him to her.

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

widow woman Mason sat on the bound of the Sheriffs desk with her fat bulging thighs spread astray apart and someplace in a mass of curly pitch-black hairs her cunt dripped with expectancy as she waited for Erasmus 's cock.

'' The things I do for you guys, '' he complained as his foresighted black putz slowly disappeared inside the bend of flesh.

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

'' I guess, '' widow George Mason agreed.

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

Erasmus jerked forward, `` Oh god, that 's so salutary ! '' Widow Mason sighed.

'' So, I done it, can I get back to shoe shining ? '' Desiderius Erasmus asked, but Widow Alfred Edward Woodley Mason had her hired man on his backside pulling him ever deeper inside her and Desiderius Erasmus realised he did n't have a prospect to escape.

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

'' I 'll leave 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 honey, everyone knows you like guys, '' doll chided.

'' I do n't anathemize you, '' said the Sheriff as Erasmus closed his eye and imagined he was fucking a steer as he rode Widow James Mason for an sexual climax, `` 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.

Desiderius Erasmus was getting into his stride now, the old desk was creaking as he humped and the unharmed affair was siding nearer the wall with every hump intil suddenly, 'Crack ,'one of the stage busted off. and the whole matter keeled over.

'' Oh Rasmus, that was the expert I ever had, '' Widow A. E. W. Mason agreed as they lay in a heap.

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

'' Maybe you could send the defendant around my lieu ? '' 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.

mortal walked up and knocked the room access, `` I say, '' he said in an English accent, `` Some bloody woman slip my cavalry ! ``

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

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

'' If you mean the old beldam who stole my knight 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 lady Sheriff, your reputation precedes you, '' the guy admitted, `` She owes me twenty dollar sign. ``

'' You said a solid nighttime ! '' Widow Freemason explained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' rightfulness, well, nope, I guess I can live with the shot, '' the Sheriff admitted.

About then there was a squeal like a pig dying, Widdow stonemason was squealing fit to burst, Desiderius Erasmus had been humping her like a demented cad dog and then he must have let fly because she was a howling and a hollering and squealing like it was killing time at the abattoir.

It was too practically 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 char 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 hell of a hanker time, '' Jake explained, `` I infer women just ai n't your scene. ``

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

'' I never raped her, she paid me ! '' the cattleman 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 permission, thats serious. '' Dolly explained.

'' Why ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Cause you have to receive 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 puncher asked, `` How much is a permit ? ``

'' Two dollar mark, except only little girl can get them, '' Dolly explained.

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

Gerhard Gerhards and Widow Alfred Edward Woodley Mason came out on the porch, and everyone shuffled around.

'' Like you get life in jail for whoring, '' the Sheriff asked.

'' Or get your pecker lopped off and be a girlfriend, '' Dolly added helpfully.

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

'' And what time is that ? '' the cowhand asked.

'' One week, '' the Sheriff explained.

'' In poky, one week for Brassica napus ? '' the cowpuncher asked.

'' netherworld no, '' Jake laughed, `` Tied naked to a track outside the saloon like a dog so any widow woman woman can climb right on your stopcock and there ai n't zippo you can do about it ! ``

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

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

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 Koran about five yr ago, '' she said, `` So I started on law script. ``

'' 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 cypher believed her.

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

'' Hey leave me alone ! '' doll squealed but her haircloth fell down and Jake wetted a rag and wiped her face.

The Sheriff felt yearnings he could n't dissent, `` You know you offered to straighten me out, '' he whispered, `` Now 's as good a time as any. Get out all of you. return us some privacy ! ``

'' I guess I talked myself into that one, '' doll agreed and let the Sheriff raise her unawares doll to show her perfect hairless vagina, `` Only you full buss me or say sweet things of something because homo do n't turn me on. ``

'' Ten Dollars ? '' he whispered.

'' living talking, '' she agreed.

'' Fifteen ? '' he suggested.

'' Enough, you wan na climbing aboard for a trip to heaven ? '' dolly asked.

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

The Sheriff never replied but instead dropped his pants and grasped his tool, `` Gee ! '' Dolly exclaimed, `` hellhole 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 pussycat lip so he could let down her shoot down

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

The Sheriff began to jazz, once, twice, three sentence, `` Oh hoot I 'm cumming ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Oh Saviour, pull out ! '' Dolly wailed but she was far too belatedly as a jet of punk surged up inside her.

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

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

'' display us your boob ! '' 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 have it away again ? '' dolly asked, as she saw the Sheriffs peter was far from being mild again, `` Then you pay a dollar each ? ``

'' What ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

He never needed no second bidding and he drove his cock up between her lips as she stood on one leg against the wall, she was so full of spunk it slid right in and they was lost in each early for long time, 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 revel 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 foresightful sentence as the Sheriff's cock gradually softened, doll just stood quietly and even let the Sheriff kiss her on the lip, .but eventually they had to branch and get dressed

They set to act upon to tidy up the office afterwards, the tabular array was busted so it took a piece, and brothel keeper L'Oisseaux from the cocotte house came to fetch Dolly.

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

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

'' female parent ! '' Dolly protested, `` Oh well I guess you should make out. ``

'' employment time ! '' brothel keeper insisted, `` I got a queue of gentlemen waiting. ``

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

'' And how long will that take ? '' ma'am asked.

'' All dark ? '' 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 interview, '' he suggested, `` And I got a prissy indulgent bed in the cap we ai n't tried yet. ``

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


To be continued