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

He thought about doing the beat of the local bars, checking on the whores and all the other taxing responsibility of a new territorial dominion Sheriff but he could n't be bothered, so he just sat there.

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

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

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

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

'' Sure, twelve column inch long at to the lowest degree and three round, '' Jake explained.

'' Negro, E. B. White, Irish Gaelic, what we talking about here ? '' he demanded.

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

'' It damned well must have been ! '' the Sheriff agreed, `` So lets polish up up the blackamoor, do an identity deterrent. ``

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

'' You want your weenie examined ? '' he replied, `` That old beef staring at your genitalia while your weenie curls up like some Daniel Chester French escargot ? ``

'' Still sounds racist, '' Jake agreed.

'' Ok, round up everyone with a ten inch peter and above. '' the Sheriff suggested, `` Go up to guy rope and say 'Say, you got a ten inch prick ,'see how retentive you get to maintain some dentition. ``

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

'' indisputable, '' the Sheriff replied, `` That 's a swell up new gens 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 working girl to ask the Guy how big they gets. ``

'' We could ask at the whore house, '' Jake suggested, `` Just ask the girlfriend who has a ten inch plus peter. ``

'' missy do n't have, hammer, 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 lady friend will lie, how would they get it on a ten inch cock ? '' Jake asked.

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

They never had far to look, Erasmus was sitting in the shade of the front line porch with his shoe radiancy kit, brand new never used since he moved from Sunshine State a class ago, but it was what he did.

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

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

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

'' well you find a pretty ma'am to nurse me and I 'll bear witness her dozen column inch of man meat ! '' he exclaimed.

The whore home was quiesce like a morgue, `` baker's dozen thirteens is one hundred and fifty seven, fourteen thirteens is, '' a childlike vocalism was chanting.

'' Dolores, oldest minor cyprian 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 pocket-sized girlish breasts diminutive mounds on an otherwise monotonic chest, her blonde hair in little piggy buns like she was a schooltime 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 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 know which guy have twelve 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 block by one day honey, '' dolly suggested, `` Let me straighten you out ! ``

'' Some guy with a dozen inch cock raped widow Mason at her ranch, '' the Sheriff explained, `` So we need to do an identity operator parade. ``

'' You must be plum loco, '' Dolores sighed, `` I 'll go get dressed. '' She went back upstairs reciting the tilt of Kings of Englnd and soon came down wearing a pay school day uniform from backwards east. Blazer white shirt, tie, inkiness skirt and polished shoes.

'' Gee, '' Jake gasped.

'' That 's you on the list then, '' the Sheriff laughed as Jake 's hammer 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 find Erasmus, he was still waiting on the porch. `` You want to total down the blacksmith ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

They went down Eli brownness 's blacksmith shop, `` We want a bronze mold of Erasmus 's tool. '' the Sheriff said.

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

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

'' Ten column inch ? '' Jake offered.

'' feeling, '' Eli said and he reached under a workbench, `` roll Fe tool, for the widows see, ten, twelve, fourteen inch right up to. ``

'' Christ ! '' Dolly gasped as she saw the huge monstrosity Eli was handling.

'' It 's a shelve Leg darling, '' he explained, `` We got cocks up to twenty four inch ready to use, just require the rust fungus get off and a pelage of paint. ``

'' We 'll subscribe to a twelve, '' the Sheriff agreed.

'' dear choice, '' Eli said, `` But get rid that rust Sheriff or you 'll be shitting bloodline and then die. ``

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

'' trusted thing, I 'll get you a assay sometime, '' the Sheriff said and he stuffed the iron cock in his belt and they went back to the jail house.

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

'' I guess you intimately fetch widow Twankey, '' the Sheriff said.

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

'' Sounds like a mime to me, '' dolly 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 cutest things ! '' Dolly laughed, `` But I guess I 'll pop off. ``

Sheriff McLoud sat on the porch rubbing the rusty iron cock with sandpaper and a wire encounter while half the town fell around with laughing at him, not that they let him see them laughing and then finally with the stopcock polished he gave it a pelage of black lead paint.

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

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

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

He had to accord, but the steps started creaking and widow woman Alfred Edward Woodley Mason waddled in, the Sheriff sighed. She looked fifty 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 60 inches around her tits, with a fifty nine inch waistline. Maybe sixty round the waist if you could find it. Her hair 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 column inch of atomic number 26 severely turncock. '' she agreed.

'' Gee that pathetic bastard must have been do-or-die, '' Dolly whispered to herself.

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

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

'' Out the windowpane when I was not looking, '' Widow 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 woman James Mason admitted.

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

'' I said it looks right. '' Widow Mason insisted.

'' wellspring I do n't consider you ! '' dolly insisted.

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

Poor widow woman A. E. W. Mason, her jeweled picayune eye were nearly popping out at the sentiment of the atomic number 26 dick inside her.

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

'' Ok, give me some space, '' she said and when cipher moved she added, `` Get out ! Now ! ``

They left the widow woman alone with the iron cock, there was a whisper of clothes and then some muffled gasps, `` You Ok in there ? '' Jake asked as he stepped inside the office to see Widow Mason sat on the board with her lot down and the iron cock inside her, although only the flange on the end actually poked out of her between her tree tree trunk sized thighs.

'' supposition it must have been bigger, '' she admitted `` Either that or Iron ai n't like real prick. ``

'' Right, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

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

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

'' You want to get laid the widow woman so she feels what a 12 inch peter feels like ? '' he asked.

'' Nope, not really, '' Gerhard Gerhards replied.

'' You want to retrieve a new shoe shine pitch ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

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

'' Look, this ai n't funny no more, '' the Sheriff threatened, `` So get and poke the widow woman OK ! ``

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

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

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

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

widow woman Mason sat on the edge of the Sheriffs desk with her fat bulging thigh spread wide apart and someplace in a mass of curly black hairs her cunt dripped with anticipation as she waited for Erasmus 's cock.

'' The things I do for you guys, '' he complained as his long black cock slowly disappeared inside the faithful of flesh.

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

'' I guess, '' widow woman mason agreed.

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

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

'' So, I done it, can I get back to shoe shining ? '' Erasmus asked, but Widow James Neville Mason had her hands on his stern pulling him ever deeper inside her and Geert Geerts realised he did n't bear a opportunity to escape.

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

'' I 'll leave alone 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.

'' looking dearest, everyone knows you like hombre, '' dolly chided.

'' I do n't damn you, '' said the Sheriff as Erasmus closed his eyes and imagined he was fucking a steer as he rode widow woman George Mason for an orgasm, `` But I do n't go for short girls neither. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Maybe you could mail the defendant around my station ? '' 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.

soul walked up and knocked the door, `` I say, '' he said in an English stress, `` Some bloody adult female slip my Equus caballus ! ``

'' That 's him ! '' Widow Mason shouted, `` That 's him, I 'd know that vocalism anywhere. ``

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

'' If you mean the old crone who stole my sawbuck 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 twenty clam. ``

'' You said a unharmed night ! '' Widow A. E. W. Mason explained.

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

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

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

'' rightfield, so you 're fucking harlot every dark from sun down to sun up ? '' the cattleman asked.

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

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

'' What the the pits do I have to do to convert you ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

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

About then there was a squeal like a pig dying, Widdow Freemason was squealing fit to burst, 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 time at the shambles.

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 women 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 perdition of a recollective time, '' Jake explained, `` I guess char just ai n'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 cocks for me ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Inferno, whoring without a license, thats grave. '' Dolly explained.

'' Why ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

'' surely, '' the Sheriff agreed.

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

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

'' Two one dollar bill, except only young lady can get them, '' Dolly explained.

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

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

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

'' Or get your peter lopped off and be a miss, '' Dolly added helpfully.

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

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

'' One week, '' the Sheriff explained.

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

'' Hell no, '' Jake laughed, `` Tied naked to a rail outside the saloon like a dog so any widow woman can climb right on your tool 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 cocks no big pile ? ``

The cowpoke fainted.

They left him there and went back inside the office.

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

'' blaze I ran out of school books about five years ago, '' she said, `` So I started on law Bible. ``

'' 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 thirteen ! '' Dolly insisted but nonentity 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 fake freckles off of your cheek. ``

'' 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 hungriness he could n't resist, `` You know you offered to straighten me out, '' he whispered, `` Now 's as good a time 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 kindle her short skirt to show her unadulterated hairless vagina, `` Only you salutary snog me or say Henry Sweet things of something because homos 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 trip to heaven ? '' doll asked.

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

The Sheriff never replied but instead dropped his pants and grasped his dick, `` Gee ! '' doll 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 shaft up against her moist pussy lips so he could lower her down

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

The Sheriff began to hump, once, twice, three clip, `` Oh shit I 'm cumming ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Oh Christ, pull out ! '' Dolly wailed but she was far too belated as a jet of spunk surged up inside her.

'' You filthy poor fish moron, my gentlemen 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.

'' show us your mammilla ! '' 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 fuck again ? '' doll asked, as she saw the Sheriffs cock was far from being gentle again, `` Then you pay a one dollar bill each ? ``

'' What ? '' the Sheriff asked.

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

He never needed no second bidding and he drove his cock up between her lips as she stood on one leg against the paries, she was so full of spunk 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 door spot like devotee until Dolly let herself bask 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 dry land shattering orgasm so vivid that she cried out, `` Fuck me ! ``

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

They set to work to roll out the office afterwards, the table was busted so it took a patch, and gentlewoman L'Oisseaux from the whore house came to bring in Dolly.

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

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

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

'' body of work time ! '' Madam insisted, `` I got a queue of man waiting. ``

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

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

'' All night ? '' he said.

'' A week maybe ? '' Dolly 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 audience, '' he suggested, `` And I got a squeamish soft bed in the roof we ai n't tried yet. ``

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


To be continued