Sheriff John McLoud lounged in his position electric chair, his hat tipped forward over his forehead as protection from the harsh sun light, his mitt resting on his gun as was his habit.

He thought about doing the rhythm of the local bars, checking on the harlot and all the early onerous duties 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, amount quick, Widder Mason been raped ! ``

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

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

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

'' Sure, twelve inches long at to the lowest degree and three rung, '' Jake explained.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Still sounds Racist, '' Jake agreed.

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

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

'' certainly, '' the Sheriff replied, `` That 's a neat new gens for it, you thinking of bending her over the desk and poking her ass while she licks my cock ? ``

'' We could trade 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 bozo how big they gets. ``

'' We could ask at the harlot house, '' Jake suggested, `` Just ask the girls who has a ten inch plus stopcock. ``

'' young lady do n't have, stopcock, 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 know a ten inch cock ? '' Jake asked.

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

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

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

'' Not looking at your frightful font political boss, '' he replied.

'' We need a ten inch stopcock to take a form off of, '' the Sheriff insisted.

'' fountainhead you find a pretty lady to imbibe me and I 'll show her twelve in of man meat ! '' he exclaimed.

The whore house was quiet like a morgue, `` Thirteen thirteens is one hundred and fifty seven, 14 thirteens is, '' a childlike voice was chanting.

'' Dolores, oldest child cocotte in Christopher 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 defenseless, her small girlish breasts tiny mounds on an otherwise two-dimensional chest, her blonde haircloth in little shote can like she was a schooling kid.

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

'' I do n't get hold of no putz up my ass, no way, '' Dolores insisted, `` Not for cypher ! ``

'' 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 know which Guy have twelve column inch tool 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 honey, '' Dolly suggested, `` Let me straighten you out ! ``

'' Some guy with a XII in peter raped widow Alfred Edward Woodley Mason 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 upstairs reciting the list of Billie Jean Moffitt King of Englnd and soon came down wearing a pay schooling uniform from back eastern United States. Blazer ashen shirt, tie, smutty chick and polished shoes.

'' Gee, '' Jake gasped.

'' That 's you on the lean then, '' the Sheriff laughed as Jake 's pecker visibly swelled.

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

Dolly agreed to ask around later that evening but foremost they went to bump 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 's blacksmith shop, `` We want a bronze form of Erasmus 's cock. '' the Sheriff said.

'' O.K., you want a bronze prick ? '' he asked, `` Where the perdition do you think I can get bronze ? ``

They looked around at each other, `` Whats so extra about his hammer anyway ? ``

'' Ten inches ? '' Jake offered.

'' Look, '' Eli said and he reached under a work bench, `` Cast atomic number 26 cocks, for the widow see, ten, twelve, fourteen inches right up to. ``

'' Saviour ! '' Dolly gasped as she saw the huge freak Eli was handling.

'' It 's a Table Leg dearie, '' 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 hire a twelve, '' the Sheriff agreed.

'' Good selection, '' 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 check sometime, '' the Sheriff said and he stuffed the smoothing iron tool in his whack and they went back to the pokey house.

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

'' I guess you just bring in Widow Twankey, '' the Sheriff said.

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

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

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

'' You say the thinned things ! '' Dolly laughed, `` But I guess I 'll drop dead. ``

Sheriff McLoud sat on the porch rubbing the rusty smoothing iron cock with sandpaper and a telegram brush while half the town fell around with laughing at him, not that they let him see them laughing and then finally with the dick polished he gave it a coat of black lead-in paint.

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

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

'' He 's add up, '' she confirmed, `` Only that old laughingstock do n't coggle too fast. ``

He had to agree, but the steps started creaking and widow Mason waddled in, the Sheriff sighed. She looked L if she was a day. Her Brobdingnagian bosoms wobbled obscenely as there was no way she could find a brassiere big enough out west. She had to be sixty in around her tits, with a fifty nine column inch waist. Maybe sixty round the waist if you could ascertain it. Her haircloth was Zane 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 Fe knockout rooster. '' she agreed.

'' Gee that poor bastard must accept been despairing, '' Dolly whispered to herself.

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

'' Sure, and how did he get out ? '' 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 right field size of it ? '' 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 Mason insisted.

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

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

poor Widow Mason, her beady little eyes were nearly popping out at the cerebration of the 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 Fe cock, there was a rustle of clothes and then some muffled pant, `` You Ok in there ? '' Jake asked as he stepped inside the office to see widow Mason sat on the tabular array with her draws down and the branding iron cock inside her, although only the rim on the end actually poked out of her between her corner automobile trunk sized thighs.

'' guesswork it must have been grownup, '' she admitted `` Either that or Iron ai n't like real pecker. ``

'' Right, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

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

'' What 's up foreman, '' Gerhard Gerhards asked.

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

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

'' You want to rule a new shoe radiance pitch ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' No boss, '' Geert Geerts replied, `` I 'll do it, '' he agreed, `` You want to rub my pecker Dolly ? ``

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

'' flavor, this ai n't queer 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 ! '' Geert Geerts complained.

'' Let me, '' dolly sighed but Widow Alfred Edward Woodley Mason grabbed Erasmus and pulled him to her.

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

Widow A. E. W. Mason sat on the edge of the Sheriffs desk with her fat bulging thighs spread astray apart and someplace in a people of curly dark hairs her cunt dripped with anticipation as she waited for Desiderius Erasmus 's cock.

'' The thing I do for you guys, '' he complained as his long inglorious cock slowly disappeared inside the folds 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 effective ! '' widow Mason sighed.

'' So, I done it, can I get back to shoe shining ? '' Erasmus asked, but widow A. E. W. Mason had her manpower on his fundament pulling him ever deeper inside her and Erasmus realised he did n't sustain 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.

'' infernal region no. I'm horny for a char, not a kid, not a guy a fair sex ! '' the Sheriff protested.

'' Look beloved, everyone knows you like guys, '' dolly 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 Mason for an orgasm, `` But I do n't go for trivial girls neither. ``

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

Gerhard Gerhards was getting into his stride now, the old desk was creaking as he humped and the entirely matter was siding nearer the wall with every hump intil suddenly, 'Crack ,'one of the ramification busted off. and the whole thing keeled over.

'' Oh Rasmus, that was the best I ever had, '' widow woman James 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 rapine ? '' Jake asked as widow Mason scrabbled her way to her feet.

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

Someone walked up and knocked the door, `` I say, '' he said in an English people accent, `` Some fucking cleaning woman stole my horse ! ``

'' That 's him ! '' widow woman Freemason shouted, `` That 's him, I 'd get laid that articulation anywhere. ``

Sheriff McLoud walked outside, A well dressed cowhand was standing on the porch, `` Say, you been raping Miss Alfred Edward Woodley Mason ? '' he asked.

'' If you mean the old crone who stole my horse and locked me in her barn the reply 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 XX one dollar bill. ``

'' You said a solid night ! '' widow woman James Mason explained.

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

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

'' Well it 'ai n't compensate ! '' he insisted.

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

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

'' 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 Gerhard Gerhards when he finishes ? '' Jake suggested.

'' Right, well, nope, I guess I can hold up with the dig, '' the Sheriff admitted.

About then there was a squeal like a pig demise, Widdow Mason was squealing fit to burst, Erasmus had been humping her like a demented hound dog 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 much 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 hirer, '' Jake agreed, `` If that 's a womanhood. ``

'' 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 infernal region of a farseeing time, '' Jake explained, `` I venture cleaning lady just ai n't your scene. ``

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

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

Just then Dolly came back, `` You got any cocks for me ? '' she asked.

'' No, we found us our raper, '' Jake explained.

'' She paid me, '' the Cowboy insisted.

'' hell on earth, whoring without a license, thats serious. '' doll explained.

'' Why ? '' the Sheriff asked.

'' campaign you have to have got a whoring license right ? '' she asked.

'' Sure, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

'' So ? '' the puncher asked, `` How much is a permit ? ``

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

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

Erasmus and widow woman Freemason came out on the porch, and everyone shuffled around.

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

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

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

'' And what meter is that ? '' the cowpoke asked.

'' One hebdomad, '' the Sheriff explained.

'' In jail, one week for assault ? '' the rodeo rider asked.

'' sin no, '' Jake laughed, `` Tied naked to a railing outside the gin mill like a dog so any widow woman can climb right on your rooster and there ai n't nothing you can do about it ! ``

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

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

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 Good Book about five years ago, '' she said, `` So I started on law books. ``

'' How old are you exactly ? '' he asked.

'' A noblewoman 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 thirteen ! '' Dolly insisted but nobody believed her.

'' I reckon if you let your fuzz down, '' the Sheriff suggested, and he reached out and started to unravel her pig tails, `` And washed those misrepresent lentigo off of your boldness. ``

'' Hey leave me alone ! '' dolly squealed but her hair's-breadth 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. founder us some secrecy ! ``

'' I guess I talked myself into that one, '' Dolly agreed and let the Sheriff enhance her brusque skirt to show her perfect hairless vagina, `` Only you proficient osculate me or say cherubic things of something because homo do n't plow me on. ``

'' Ten Dollars ? '' he whispered.

'' Keep talking, '' she agreed.

'' XV ? '' he suggested.

'' Enough, you wan na climb aboard for a trip to heaven ? '' doll asked.

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

The Sheriff never replied but instead dropped his pant and grasped his turncock, `` Gee ! '' Dolly 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 cock up against her moist cunt backtalk so he could lower her go through

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

The Sheriff began to hump, once, twice, three meter, `` 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 unintelligent moron, my valet always pull out you fool, '' Dolly protested.

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

'' Show us your tits ! '' individual 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 roll in the hay again ? '' dolly asked, as she saw the Sheriffs cock was far from being gentle 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 irregular bidding and he drove his hammer up between her lips as she stood on one leg against the wall, she was so full of touchwood it slid decently 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 door billet like lovers until dolly let herself savor 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 worldly concern shattering orgasm so intense that she cried out, `` Fuck me ! ``

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

They set to influence to straighten the spot afterwards, the table was busted so it took a patch, and gentlewoman L'Oisseaux from the tart sign 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 ! '' ma'am insisted.

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

'' study time ! '' Madam insisted, `` I got a queue of gentleman waiting. ``

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

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

'' All night ? '' he said.

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

'' A 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 nice flaccid bed in the roof we ai n't tried yet. ``

'' Shit, '' gentlewoman protested and she went outside, `` What about the rapist ? ``


To be continued