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1.

Shirley Anne Buchanan


 Four weeks of drought had made the route
between Columbos and Macon in Georgia hard
and rutted and the dust covered stagecoach
was heeling and creaking along the road.
There was four passengers inside the wagon
and one of them was a woman about thirty
years old with thick bronze-colored hair,
which she had pulled back in a bun. She was
very attractive and her green and grey eyes
looked calmly and placid at the rough
countryside outside the window. Her name
was Shirley Anne Buchanan and she was on
her way to Macon in the purpose to take
charge of a hotel she had inherit from a
relative.
Beside her sat a tall, wiry man who moved
with composed, nonchalant actions. He was
dressed in black and when the long coat
drifted apart you could see a nickel revolver-
butt shine trough.
His face was scrawny and sunburnt and from
the wings of the nose to the corner of the
mouth there was deep lines. The eyes was
intense green but the cold radiance in them
got a warm feeling every time he cast a
glance at miss Buchanan. The man's name
was Clay Allison and he was a professional
card player.
Allison was famous as a highly skilled gambler
but he also had other qualifications. He was a
first class marksman and more than one
gunfighter had bitten the dust after a duel
with him. His biggest interest, beside the
poker games, was however women. Quite
often he fallen in love and many times had
that led to complicated and perilous
situations. Shirley Anne Buchanan was just
such a woman he could became infatuated
with, he thought.
She was used to socialise with men, it was
easy to see, but still there was something wild
and uncontrolled behind that refined and
elegant pose that excited Allisons curiosity.
He was sure that her icy cold and calculating
mind could be as dangerous as his revolver
and that intrigued him even more.
- Shall I help you with your luggage? he asked
when the  stagecoach stopped in front of
one of the hotels in Macon.
She looked at him, toss her head and said with
a smile;
- Sure, why not, mr Allison.
The crowd moved aside and let them through
and Allison heard the men whisper to each
other when they saw the new woman in
town. She walked with straight back and in
spite of the coarse travel dress everyone
could see she was very well shaped.
- A real thoroughbred! as a aroused cowboy
expressed it and Allison could only agree.

Hugh Elliman was a slugger at the game-table,
a fiery, hot-tempered terrier that only relied
on instinct and didn't gave a damn about
tactics.
Suit yourself, thought Allison and went for
the kill. It was a cruel and unmerciful display, a
play that only meant to do one thing — to
fleece Hugh Elliman down to the bones.
A murmur went through the audience when
Allison won a game and insouciant put the
winnings, about fifteen hundred dollars, in his
pocket. Elliman gazed intoxicated down at
the table in front of him and then stared
peering at Allison.
- You better start writing, he said sharply.
Cause you give credit, don't you?
- Not gladly, said Allison and light a new cigar.
I only play for cash.
- You were on the stagecoach, mutter
Elliman. You and Shirley Anne and... and
someone else. New cards! he yelled shrilling.
Let's have new cards so we can get started
again.
A woman came walking from the revolving
doors and the men around the table stand
back to let Shirley Anne Buchanan pass
through.
- You've played enough now, Hughie, she said
coldly. It's time you get back to the hotel.
Allison looked curios at the former bank
manager. The man went through a
remarkable change when the woman spoke.
From being irritated and angry he suddenly
became accommodating like a lap dog.
Shirley Anne, still standing at the table,
looked serious at Allison while Hugh Elliman
murmuring tottered to the door.
- Has he lost much? she asked.
- Not more than he can afford, answered
Allison smiling. Everyone knows how rich
Elliman is. A palace in Louisiana and Georgia,
and...
- It happens to be my money he lost, said miss
Buchanan vehemented. Every dime.
- Sorry, ma'am, Allison said careless, but I
didn't see any name on the bills.
- You must take my word for it.
- Must I?
With a fiery twitch on the neck the woman
turned on the heel and left the saloon with
long, resolute steps. Allison smiled to himself.
There he perhaps had got a dangerous
enemy.

The corridor was empty and silent when
Allison put the key in the lock to the hotel
room and turned it.
Just as he opened the door he got the
distinct feeling that something was wrong.
Someone had been in the room — or still was.
It was pitch-black and absolutely quiet but
Allison nevertheless draw his gun and plunge
himself into the room.
He pressed himself against the wall at the
right side of the wide open door, swept the
gun-barrel round the dark room and heard
the bed creak.
- Why so violent? asked a gentle voice. Please
enter, mr Allison, and put away that nasty
revolver.
Allison went forward to the table by the
window and lit the kerosene lamp. When he
turned the wick up and cast a glance against
the bed he startled. A women lay in the
narrow hotel bed, a smiling, stark-naked
woman who without any shame turn the
blanket aside and exposed her beautiful body.
- Wouldn't you like to join me? she asked
quietly.
The woman's name was Shirley Anne
Buchanan.
Allison could not resist to admire her from top
to toe. The white breasts was conical and
firm with rigid, large nipples and her abdominal
muscles strained as she rose to her elbows
and looked at him. Slowly the long, slim legs
parted and the raven pubic hair gleamed at
him with enticing blackness.
- Men usually don't confine themselves with
just looking, Shirley Anne said challengly. I
need you, do you understand that?
For a moment Allison was ready to take her
up on the offer and even began to pull off the
long player-coat well aware that the sight of
the woman's nakedness brought about a
throbbing, vigorously hard-on.
Shirley Anne looked satisfied at his crotch
and began to pull up her knees so that he
could get free view.
- What are you waiting for? she asked with
thick, muddy voice. I can see that you want
me too.
- Appearances are deceptive, said Allison
humourless and sat down on a lank chair on
the other side of the table. Do I have the
right to know why the new hotel owner are
so keen to waste her talents on a stranger?
The lustful glare in the woman's eyes
suddenly disappeared and quickly she draped
herself in the blanket again.
- That something I thought men could feel
instinctively, she said with caustic tone.
- I don't remember having any opportunity,
replied Allison. I didn't know my attraction
was so irresistible.
- It's not, she answered. I just wanted to se
how far you would go.
- Talking of going, said Allison. That bed is
awful small for two adults. I would be very
thankful if I could have it all by myself.
- You're a swine! said miss Buchanan and rose
naked from the bed, pull a dress over her
head and went for the door.
- Good night, called Allison behind her. Sleep
well!
She could hardly had known how close it had
been that he'd fallen for her invitation. More
then ten minutes after she'd left he still was
dry in his mouth and fought a almost
overwhelming desire to go and knock on her
door.

When the door to the manager office opened
Allison was on his way through the lobby.
Shirley Anne caught his eye and the
expression on her face was, just for a
second, a display of calculated determination.
Then it suddenly change and she looked
delighted to see him.
- Clay, she called out. Could I speak with you?
- Maybe, answered Allison cautious.
- Please, humour me. Perhaps you want
something to drink?
- Why not.
Against his will Allison couldn't help but get
affected by her presence. It was a long time
ago he'd met a woman with such a obvious
sensual radiation like hers. It felt like she was
nude under the dress, maybe just to tempt
men with her appearance. She played her sex
appeal like an expensive instrument and the
solely purpose of her behaviour was to bring
men to their knees and then use them.
When she closed the door to the office
behind her and turned against Allison she
hove a deep sigh.
- I must beg your forgiveness for last night,
she said. It was stupid of me. I just thought I
could get my money back by... but I didn't
know who you were then.
- And you know that now?
- No, I don't know more, but I got a feeling.
Another man would have taken advantage of
the situation but you threw me out despite
the fact that you wanted me.
- I eat women, said Allison insouciant. That's
at least what they say about me. Maybe I just
had dinner.
- You can say whatever you want, said Shirley
Anne and walked towards a low bureau with
several bottles of whisky and four glasses.
When we are together I somehow feel that... I
don't really know what it is, but a feel very
naked when you look at me. It's actually a
nice feeling... natural, you know.
Allison was on his guard. Her sincerity seamed
real but he didn't trust her more than a
rattlesnake. Why the sudden change to
friendliness if she didn't was up to something?
- Whisky? she asked and showed him a full
bottle of Jack Daniel's Sour Mash Bourbon.
- Yes, please.
- Cheers, mr Allison, said Shirley Anne and
stood before him with her glass risen. A toast
for our friendship?
She bit her lower lip when he took a deep
gulp.
Allison felt the liquor burn down his throat
and spread a warm feeling in his stomach.
Only then he reacted about her hesitation
and the thoughtful glint in her eyes.
- You don't drink? he said. What's the matter?
- I don't feel so good, she answered.
- Take that whisky, it cure most everything.
- Not this I'm afraid, she replied quickly and
pushed his hand away. I'm sorry Clay, but I
feel a little washed out.
- I'll better be on my way, then, said Allison.
Thanks for the drink.
- You're welcome.
When Allison turned against the door the hole
room suddenly began to spin. It felt like his
feet was walking in a quagmire. He opened his
mouth to speak but the only thing that came
out was a hoarse croaking.
Shirley Anne just stood there watching him
and Allison could hear her voice far away like
a remotely echo;
- Don't... youuuuu... feel... weeeeell?
- I'm fine, croaked the strange voice that was
his own and the next moment he could see
the floor rushing up at him and hear a nasty
bump. Then all went black.

He swam for his life trough a burning ocean.
Hands grope for him under the surface. Soft,
seductive hands which stroke against his
body and seized around him, tried to pull him
under, down to the bottom of the sea.
It started to dawn and Allison realised that he
never would make it to the shore. Tired to
death he gave up and sunk downwards,
fumbling around and felt warmth and softness
and a fluffy mound against his thigh.
- Wake up, whispered a voice in his ear and
lips kept kissing him back to life.
But he didn't want to open his eyes. Didn't
want wake up from this paradisiacal dream.
The hand on his thigh glide higher, stroke
inwards and upwards. Caressed and
massaged, played and pulled and force him to
groan loudly with pleasure.
Without open his eyes he realised he laid with
a naked woman in a bed. He was still dazed
and his head was heavy but the other feeling
was stronger. The longing for that woman's
delightful, strong and lithe body.
She was experienced and skilled in fondle men
and did it in an obvious and proper manner.
Damp and wide-open and broad. Round, firm
breasts with hard nipples against his body.
Rotund hips and tensed buttocks filled his
prevalent hands. His stiff member stood risen
and hard against the woman's belly and she
shook it eagerly and forced one of her leg
beneath him. Then she pulled it out again and
he got the feeling that she laid on the side
with her back against him and yet could he
like an arch reach up to her.
Her nearest leg seized him and Allison snuffle
when his limb found the way, the deep,
slippery tight and scorching way to pleasure.
Her bottom circular spheres against his
tummy and her hand that guided and led him
right.
Inside! Deep inside the woman and she
moaned louder and louder when Allison
heaved forward and draw back. In and out, in,
iiiiin!
The whole right hand filled with her breast,
the mouth against her quivering back and
there she held her weight against him. Fought
back and resisted when he pressed on.
Powerful and strong she was.
- So, so, sooo! she whispered. You're so good!
The voice sounded so peculiar familiar
through the unreal dream-haze Allison tried
to get rid of. His body was awake but the
brain still fought against the
unconsciousness. Why was he making love to
this woman?
- Oh-oh... oh-oh... NOOOOW!
Was she coming now? Did he make her come?
It sounded that way.
- Iiiiih-nnnnnnggghhh, oh, Clay! That felt so
good!
Shirley Anne? It was Shirley Anne's voice!
Suddenly his memory came back. She had
given him something to drink, something that
made him past out. But why this love-act?
- Wait, he said and dragged himself up on his
knees and the woman followed so that she
stood on all four in the bed. He withdraw and
was just on the point of stopping the farce
when he open his eyes.
The woman was fantastic — from the side
slim with elevated breast and stiff nipples,
from the back hip-wide and love-suitable. Her
buttocks was peach shaped and beautiful
rounded, filled with warmth, softness and life
and below them, between the curved thighs
her sex gushed forth. Parted, shining labia
ready for a man's penetration.
The sight of the nude, gorgeous woman and
his throbbing unreleased erection prevented
his good intentions. It was wrong and right at
the same time. Inconsiderable and legitimate
and... mmmmmmm.
- What's the matter? asked Shirley Anne
without understanding his actions. What are
you do-do-doing? Nnnnnngggghh, Clay? You
want mo-more?
Still behind her back and without using his
hands he got his member in the right position,
standing rock-hard, veined and resilient
weighty against her opening which bulged
between thighs and buttocks. Joined thighs
which made the blood-swollen outer petals
even more puffed and Shirley Anne crumple
up the bed sheets with her fingers when she
felt him.
- More, Clay? You'll ma-manage more?
Inwards, inwards and further in until his belly
hit her bottom and they were grown
together as one again. Now it was his turn,
now she would feel him!
The hands against her back, against her
behind tense half-orbs, round her side to her
swinging, free suspended breasts. Hard
nipples in his palms and faster and faster he
pushed in and out, in and out, in-in-iiin and
out! Clinging tight to her hips he helped her
move in gruelling counter thrusts. He used
her like she had used him and Shirley Anne
lost control.
- Feels good when you do that, she hissed
out. Oh-oh... oh-oh — Claaay!
Her voice became thick with sudden
involuntary lust when he rammed inside her
from behind. So right he came, so deep and
precise. Ohh, God, he was so competent.
Drove so energetic. There, there and there!
Should... should just get him pining for more...
amenable. Not like this! Caressing large hands
that glide over her hips, over her belly and
down between the thighs. She could feel his
fingers in her pubic hair and... nnnnggghh, his
rise! His stiff pole inside her warm, damp cave.
Plunged so... sooo good and... and passionate!
Slide in and out, pumped indefatigable and
took her with such fervour and heat that her
ability to remain cold and scheming diminished.
It filled her to the brim and it was big an right,
good and... Goood, she hoped it would never
end!
Slowly, so ever slowly, Shirley Anne Buchanan
begun rock backwards to meet his
determined, smarting long, gliding strokes. His
scrotum walloped against her thighs and with
her hand she grabbed him, kept him in a tight
grip when he draw back and that fortified his
hardness even more.
Allison withdrew far, far back, so far back
that she with half-closed eyes looked at him
over her shoulder and wailed;
- Not out, Clay? Please not out!
- No, no, no! he answered and pushed inwards
again, heaved himself down to the base and
held her firmly with a tight grip around
shoulders, breast, thighs and buttocks.
- CLAY, CLAY, CLAY! snorted she wearied and
flung herself to and fro on his knotty, raised
weapon.
Over and over he filled her up to the verge,
hard and fast, wild and quickly.
- Do-do it, groaned Shirley Anne with thick
voice. Oh-oh-ooooooh, do it ha-hard!
With rapid, unrhythmical jerks from her wide
hips she forced him on while he fondled her
sway-back and grasped her swinging behind.
There he hold steady while he kept the
untiring blows, in and out Shirley Anne's
trembling, hot body, going.
- Oh-aaaah! Oh-aaaah-gggghhh!
The voice hoarse and muddy, the body filled
with lustful ecstasy and before she knew
where she was, she felt it. Felt how a real
orgasm and not a made believe tore itself
from her body and the world burst into a red-
hot mist.
- I'm coming? Oh, Clay, I fe-fe-feel...
hhhnnnggghhh!
In the declining waves of the orgasm she felt
how the man, the strong, skilfully man
dragged her on her knees beside him and
kissed her. The tender breasts against his
rough chest, his hand grazing her downy
moisture and the shining hard erection in a
press against her heaving abdominal muscles.
She wailed and started to return his kisses
with a hunger that surprised herself.
- Clay, I have ne-never felt like this... before,
she whispered against his neck and kissed his
chest. Her hand was very white and small
against his dark, blood-swollen, askew
upwards directed rigidness.
She held around his thighs and panted of
desire when he squeezed her breasts, hips
and buttocks. Against her tense body stood
his veined organ, throbbing and violent
enlarged. When she let him go for just a
second the limbs heavy head sprung upwards
and touched her breast. Shirley Anne
grunted loud and they throw themselves
down on the bed, rolled around each other
and all the time she hissed;
- Clay, take me! Take me again that good...!
They ended up in reversed position with
Shirley Anne on top. Dawdling she pulled down
his foreskin and tasted the glans with tongue
and lips, snorted voluptuously over his
largeness and the mouth licked him clean and
shiny with such eager movements that he
moaned out loud. Able and experienced was
she, skilled and with a sudden, honest hunger
for more.
Allison caressed her slender waist and kissed
her thighs. One hand round her naked,
spherical nates while the other drew the
fingertips through the pubic-hairs wetness.
Then he lifted his head.
Shirley Anne cried out and gasped wide over
his raised hardness.
- Ohhh! Like that too! she panted and pressed
down her hips so that he could reach better.
He opened her with his hand while the tongue
drew a shining trail upwards and discovered
the hard, vibrating target that made Shirley
Anne go up in pieces.
She gave a start and shook her head, then
pulled her legs even more apart, lay her head
on his thigh and watched with muddled eyes
his thick manliness in her hand, incapable to
control her reactions. She trembled, her
whole body shivered and quacked from the
sole of the feet's to the crown. She shrieked,
chewed her sensuous, full lips and shrieked
again between sobs and whining.
Never had a man... never like that! The man's
stiffness pulsating in her hand and with a
gargling she capture him, swallow him eagerly
and her lower abdomen twitched every time
Allison hit the stiff tactile organ with his
tongue.
Allison strained the muscles in his thighs when
Shirley Anne's head began moving up and
down between his legs. He was deep inside
her... ggghhhh... Shirley Anne, wait... Shirley
Anne? No, she didn't want to wait. Her hot,
slippery sex against his mouth and her
sucking, caressing and playfully lips around
his. The whole manhood glittering of her saliva
and it ached in his marbles.
Her smile was spasmodically reserved when
she let him go and instead turned around and
straddle him.
- Come inside me, she wheezed. Now!
She held him with both hands, rose high on
the knees and then fidget herself down.
Twisted her hips in circular motions round the
coarse, pounding lustiness between his legs,
squeezed herself blubbering down and felt
every inch of him. He filled her body
completely and she rode him slowly and
jerkily, heaved herself forward and smiled
introverted towards him when he tried to lift
his head so he could kiss her swaying breasts.
Squirmed and turned herself in winding,
orgiastic motions on top of him and smacked
her body down again. Up and down she moved
and at the same time her hips circled round
and round. Faster and faster.
- Tight and nice, sighed Allison and filled his
hands with her bust.
- I'll scre-scream, Clay... it's so...
nnnnnnngggghhh-oh... nnnnnnngggh-oh...
Clay, you're ripping me apart! So swe-et, so-
so-so sweet... oh-oh-aaaaaaahhh!
She bounced up and down on him and sobbing
a long rigmarole he couldn't understand.
Babbled, snuffled and moaned out words
without beginning or end.
- Ooooh-aaah, Clay... many have I-I-I-aaahh!
Clay, it's feels so good... it's feels... iiih-oh...
oh-oh-aaaannngghh!
His hands behind her back and down between
her buttocks, drew and released, separated
and pressed together. He arched his back
while she accelerated the rhythm to a furious
pace and he grew as big as an old oak and
just as knotty. The swollen, big head deep
inside... scorched and burnt, thumped and
chafed. His body, so strong and warm and she
hadn't the energy to wait for him.
- Clay, I want it, I want it, I want it!
He turned her over on the side and then on
her back without withdrawal and Shirley Anne
whimpered when he on straight arms
pounded his desire inside her. She couldn't
feel his weight anymore, only that thing that
drove her out of her senses. How it glide and
slide and glide again. In and out and in. Faster
and faster. There he was heavy on top of
her, weighty and violent and she kicked up
her beautiful legs around his waist but he
seized her ankles and now... aaahh-oh... aaah-
oh... heels behind the back of his head and his
hands round the tarsus. Doubled and
deserted like never before... he got e-ev-even
further in... right through... had never...
never felt... felt anything like it!
- Clay, I wi-will break!
- Shirley Aneee!
She floundered when she felt his release.
Smiled and tried to bite his tongue in a deep
kiss and his organ, his sturdy large limb
swelled and swelled and now, now, now she
could feel it. Feel that she would come again,
come like never before.
- Yeeees... ggghhhaaa-ggghhhaahh! she yelled
and the voice was gurgling husky of hazy
heat and her body went in waves on his sex.
A convulsive orgasm with every fibre joined in
the finishing ripples of ecstasy.
She lifted herself up, took his head between
her palms, kissed him and hissed defeated into
his mouth;
- Goood, you was so good for me!



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Phew, that took some time. If some words look
strange they probably are. In some cases I
just couldn't find the right one's and used a
direct translation from Swedish. They may or
may not work in English. If anybody has a
good heart and want to help me with the
accurate one's, the e-mail address is;

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