Sheriff toilet McLoud lounged in his agency chair, 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 one shot of the topical anaesthetic bars, checking on the sporting lady and all the former onerous duties of a new district Sheriff but he couldn'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 with child round than a barn door ! "

" In the night Sheriff, " Jake explained.

" You get a verbal description ? " he asked.

" Sure, twelve inches long at least and three turn, " Jake explained.

" blackamoor, white, Irish Gaelic, what we talking about here ? " he demanded.

" It was dismal, " Jake explained patiently.

" It damned well must throw been ! " the Sheriff agreed, " So lets brush up up the Negroes, do an personal identity check. "

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

" You want your weenie examined ? " he replied, " That old squawk staring at your genitalia while your hot dog curls up like some French people escargot ? "

" Still sounds racist, " Jake agreed.

" Ok, round up everyone with a ten inch dick and above. " the Sheriff suggested, " Go up to guys and say'Say, you got a ten inch cock,'see how long you get to stay fresh some teeth. "

" We could get a lady friend to do it, " Jake suggested, " One of the middling fille from the saloon, she could help out, we could deputise her. "

" Sure, " the Sheriff replied, " That's a cracking new public figure 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 cat how big they gets. "

" We could ask at the tart house, " Jake suggested, " Just ask the girls who has a ten inch plus cock. "

" girl don't have, cocks, except down in Mexico, " the Sheriff explained patiently, " Oh right wing, I got you, " he added quickly as he realised what Jake meant.

" I guess the girls will lie, how would they know a ten column inch hammer ? " Jake asked.

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

They never had far to wait, Erasmus was sitting in the ghost of the straw man porch with his shoe refulgence kit, mark new never used since he moved from Everglade State a class ago, but it was what he did.

" Hey Rasmus, you got a ten inch peter ? " the Sheriff asked.

" Not looking at your despicable face boss, " he replied.

" We need a ten inch cock to read a mould off of, " the Sheriff insisted.

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

The whore business firm was quiet like a morgue, " Thirteen thirteens is one hundred and fifty seven, fourteen 13 is, " a round-eyed vocalisation was chanting.

" Dolores, previous child tart in Kit Carson County, " Jake explained, " Hey Dolly get down here. "

" Oh sir, I can'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 small schoolgirlish breasts tiny mounds on an otherwise flat thorax, her blonde hair in little piggy tails like she was a schooling kid.

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

" I don't take no cock up my ass, no way, " Dolores insisted, " Not for nobody ! "

" We don't want to. " the Sheriff explained.

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

" We want to know which guy have twelve inch shaft 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 block by one day honey, " Dolly suggested, " Let me straighten you out ! "

" Some guy with a twelve column inch cock raped widow Mason at her ranch, " the Sheriff explained, " So we need to do an personal identity parade. "

" You must be plumb loco, " Dolores sighed, " I'll go get dressed. " She went back upstair reciting the list of power of Englnd and soon came down wearing a pay shoal uniform from back eastern United States. Blazer white shirt, tie, black chick and polished shoes.

" Gee, " Jake gasped.

" That's you on the listing then, " the Sheriff laughed as Jake's tool visibly swelled.

" fountainhead you sure ain't, " dolly countered with a sneer.

Dolly agreed to ask around later that evening but first they went to get 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 plaster cast of Geert Geerts's cock. " the Sheriff said.

" Okay, you want a bronze cock ? " he asked, " Where the hell do you think I can get bronze ? "

They looked around at each other, " Whats so special about his tool anyway ? "

" Ten inches ? " Jake offered.

" Look, " Eli said and he reached under a Bench, " plaster cast iron cocks, for the widows see, ten, twelve, xiv inch right up to. "

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

" It's a Table Leg pet, " he explained, " We got pecker up to twenty four inch ready to use, just need the rust fungus father off and a coat of paint. "

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

" Good selection, " Eli said, " But get rid that rust Sheriff or you'll be shitting profligate and then die. "

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

" Sure thing, I'll get you a check-out procedure sometime, " the Sheriff said and he stuffed the iron turncock in his rap and they went back to the jail house.

Eli shrugged, " halt who's he kidding, " he moaned as the sheriff had a well gain reputation for not paying his dues.

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

" Widder A. E. W. 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 don't you rub it ? "

" You say the cutest thing ! " 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 telegram thicket 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 dim lead paint.

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

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

" He's coming, " she confirmed, " Only that old goat don't dodder too fast. "

He had to agree, but the whole step started creaking and Widow 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 incur a bra big enough out west. She had to be sixty in around her tits, with a fifty nine inch shank. Maybe LX round the shank if you could see it. Her haircloth was grey, 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 atomic number 26 hard cock. " she agreed.

" Gee that poor bastard must feature been desperate, " Dolly whispered to herself.

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

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

" Out the window 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 ? " 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 James Mason insisted.

" Well I don't believe you ! " doll insisted.

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

poor Widow Alfred Edward Woodley Mason, her beady trivial eyes were nearly popping out at the thought of the smoothing iron cock inside her.

" Well, " the Sheriff asked, " You gong to check it feels right, we need to know if its ten inches. "

" Ok, give me some space, " she said and when nobody moved she added, " Get out ! Now ! "

They left the widow alone with the iron cock, there was a rustle of clothes and then some muffled gasps, " You Ok in there ? " Jake asked as he stepped inside the berth to see Widow Mason sat on the mesa with her hooking down and the branding iron cock inside her, although only the flange on the end actually poked out of her between her Tree bole sized thighs.

" Guess it must have been bigger, " she admitted " Either that or smoothing iron ain't like real cock. "

" rightfulness, " the Sheriff agreed.

" You want to try a material tool, " doll said, " Can'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 hirer, " Desiderius Erasmus asked.

" You want to lie with the widow so she feels what a twelve inch cock spirit like ? " he asked.

" Nope, not really, " Gerhard Gerhards replied.

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

" No hirer, " Erasmus replied, " I'll do it, " he agreed, " You want to rub my rooster Dolly ? "

" Sheriff is the chief rooster rubber, " Dolly suggested.

" feel, this ain't funny 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 ain't big, I ain't turned on ! " Erasmus complained.

" Let me, " doll sighed but widow Mason grabbed Geert Geerts and pulled him to her.

" Hell I don't mind my cock in you but I sure as infernal region still want it attached to me ! " he protested.

widow woman stonemason sat on the border of the Sheriffs desk with her fat bulging second joint spread wide apart and someplace in a mass of curly nigrify hairs her pussy dripped with anticipation as she waited for Gerhard Gerhards's cock.

" The things I do for you guys, " he complained as his foresighted black cock slowly disappeared inside the folds of flesh.

" Has it gone in yet ? " he asked.

" I guess, " widow woman A. E. W. 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 ripe ! " widow Mason sighed.

" So, I done it, can I get back to shoe shining ? " Erasmus asked, but Widow stonemason had her work force on his rear pulling him ever cryptic inside her and Erasmus realised he didn't have a chance 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 cleaning woman, not a kid, not a guy a cleaning woman ! " the Sheriff protested.

" Look honey, everyone knows you like hombre, " Dolly chided.

" I don't anathemise you, " said the Sheriff as Erasmus closed his eyes and imagined he was fucking a steer as he rode Widow stonemason for an coming, " But I don't go for piddling miss neither. "

" Well like I said, " Dolly replied, " Any sentence you want straightening out, you be my invitee, " and she was gone.

Erasmus 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,'whirl,'one of the branch busted off. and the whole thing keeled over.

" Oh Rasmus, that was the secure I ever had, " Widow Mason agreed as they lay in a heap.

" What about this rape ? " the Sheriff asked.

" Maybe you could send the defendant around my place ? " she asked hopefully.

" You sure it was rape ? " Jake asked as Widow James 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 doorway, " I say, " he said in an English people accent, " Some bloody woman slip my sawhorse ! "

" 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 misfire Mason ? " he asked.

" If you mean the old crone who stole my gymnastic horse and locked me in her barn the solution 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 report precedes you, " the guy admitted, " She owes me twenty dollars. "

" You said a whole night ! " widow woman Alfred Edward Woodley Mason explained.

" Hey hold up, " the Sheriff says, " What reputation ? "

" You know very well, " the cowpoke explained patiently.

" wellspring it'ain't right ! " he insisted.

" Right, so you're fucking woman of the street 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 Cowboy, " Now if you was a real 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 dig, " the Sheriff admitted.

About then there was a squeal like a pig death, Widdow James Mason was squealing fit to break, Erasmus had been humping her like a demented hound dog and then he must have let fly because she was a howling and a hollering and squealing like it was killing clip at the shambles.

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 cattleman exclaimed.

" No marvel you don't go for adult female 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 of a hanker fourth dimension, " Jake explained, " I guess women just ain't your scene. "

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

" I never raped her, she paid me ! " the Cowboy insisted.

Just then Dolly came back, " You got any pecker for me ? " she asked.

" No, we found us our rapist, " Jake explained.

" She paid me, " the cowhand insisted.

" hellhole, whoring without a license, thats serious. " Dolly explained.

" Why ? " the Sheriff asked.

" Cause you have to have a whoring licence right ? " she asked.

" Sure, " the Sheriff agreed.

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

" So ? " the cattleman asked, " How much is a license ? "

" Two dollar mark, except only girls can get them, " dolly explained.

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

Geert Geerts and Widow James Neville Mason came out on the porch, and everyone shuffled around.

" Like you get spirit 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 time is that ? " the cowherd asked.

" One hebdomad, " the Sheriff explained.

" In gaol, one week for violation ? " the Cowboy asked.

" Inferno no, " Jake laughed, " Tied naked to a rail outside the saloon like a dog so any widow char can climb right on your cock and there ain't nil you can do about it ! "

" Gee ! " the cowboy exclaimed, " You're kidding right. "

" Well cerebrate it over, " the Sheriff suggested, " I guess losing your cock 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 on earth I ran out of school record book about five years ago, " she said, " So I started on law books. "

" How old are you exactly ? " he asked.

" A madam never gives her age, " she reminded him.

" I reckon she must be pushing XX, " Jake said thoughtfully.

" Twenty ? " 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 unknot her pig behind, " And washed those fake 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 longing he couldn't resist, " You know you offered to roll out me out, " he whispered, " Now's as practiced a time as any. Get out all of you. give way us some privacy ! "

" I guess I talked myself into that one, " Dolly agreed and let the Sheriff raise her short annulus to show her perfect hairless vagina, " Only you ameliorate kiss me or say confection thing of something because human don't turn me on. "

" Ten buck ? " he whispered.

" Keep talking, " she agreed.

" XV ? " he suggested.

" Enough, you wan na climb aboard for a trip to heaven ? " Dolly asked.

They looked around, the desk was broke, the storey was filthy, " My property or against the wall ? " Dolly asked.

The Sheriff never replied but instead dropped his pants and grasped his rooster, " Gee ! " Dolly exclaimed, " snake pit you're well hung for a homo. "

He lifted her by the shank and pushed her against the wall as she guided his putz up against her damp puss lips so he could let 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, pull out ! " Dolly wailed but she was far too late as a jet of spunk surged up inside her.

" You filthy poor fish changeling, my valet de chambre 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.

" display us your tits ! " someone demanded.

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

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

" You wan na see us fuck again ? " Dolly asked, as she saw the Sheriffs rooster was far from being soft again, " Then you pay a dollar sign each ? "

" What ? " the Sheriff asked.

" Fuck me again, " she replied, " It has to be deserving L dollars. "

He never needed no indorsement bid and he drove his cock up between her lips as she stood on one leg against the wall, she was so full of nerve it slid correct in and they was lost in each early for historic period, so long that everybody got tired of observance and went down the saloon.

Gently fucking against the room access Emily Post like lover until Dolly let herself enjoy a sly sexual climax, which she never did with her gentlemen, and then finding he was still hard goaded him into pounding her to a screaming shuddering ground shattering orgasm so intense that she cried out, " Fuck me ! "

They stood locked together for a tenacious prison term 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 severalise and get dressed

They set to work to tidy the position afterwards, the board was busted so it took a while, and Madam L'Oisseaux from the working girl house came to fetch Dolly.

" She's underage, " the Sheriff explained.

" The the pits she ain’t she must be twenty four if she's a day ! " Madam insisted.

" female parent ! " doll protested, " Oh well I guess you should know. "

" body of work metre ! " Madam insisted, " I got a waiting line of gentlemen waiting. "

" We ain't finished, " the Sheriff explained, " She's straightening me out. "

" And how long will that convey ? " ma'am asked.

" All nighttime ? " he said.

" A week maybe ? " Dolly suggested.

" A calendar month maybe ? " the Sheriff suggested.

" More maybe ? " Dolly added, " You reckon I could be your secretary or something ? "

" Don't see why not, you passed the interview, " he suggested, " And I got a courteous soft bed in the ceiling we ain't tried yet. "

" bullshit, " Madam protested and she went outside, " What about the rapist ? "


To be continued