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Photo Courtesy of Retro Raunch

I believe that this picture was done sometime in the 1920's - Very Flapper-esque. Check out the hair style. And I do like this photo. It's simple, clean and elegant.

Technically, the pic is ok. The lighting is nice, though I deffo would have liked to see a little more shadowing and contrast. I say that on a lot of these photos because I'm really into deep shadows and lots of contrast. The lighting is very uni-directional and works well; skimming the down the side of the model's body, showing us just enough of her, but still leaving her secrets a mystery. The wrought iron gate (or what ever it is) is also nice, it keeps the eye moving toward the model and also ads to the elegance of the photo. The model's pose is very classic, and I've used this word a few times now, it's very elegant.

Ok enough tech, let's talk about the model. Mmmm... She's a babe. She has a beautiful face with nice features and full lips. She's very long, lean, has nice lines, nice muscular legs, flat (but maybe a little thick) stomach and really nice, big & natural boobs with nice round nipples. Yummy... I would so do her...

This pictures works for me. Mmmm... Antique erotica...
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Friday, July 18, 2008 Adult Erotica - The Gamble     It was June, 1869. Dillion McDermett was one of the lucky few to purchase passage on the new Transcontinental Railroad. His passage included a sternwheeler up the river from San Francisco to Sacramento. He stepped off the Chrysopolis gang plank and stared at the confusion around the Pacific Railroad Depot. Being a gambler, he was better dressed than most of the crowd.      Move along," a voice yelled behind him. He slid out of the way, reveling in the noise and confusion. It was like stepping into a different country. Representatives of most of earth's countries were represented in the crowd.      Chinese workers were rolling barrels off the aft gangplank. A large wheeled cart, pulled by a matching pair of bay geldings, was loaded and driven the short distance to the train station. The barrels and crates were also riding the rails as far as Salt Lake City. Salted fish, wine, whale oil, linens, and kegs of nails.      Dillion jumped up on a large box and watched the crowd pass. He sat his bag on the crate beside him and hummed happily, kicking his feet against the side of the crate. Dillion craned his neck to see everything. His eyes bugged out when he saw a nicely dressed man and a shabbily dressed woman, hidden between several stacked crates, not ten feet from where he sat. The man had his hands pressed against an upper crate, standing as stiff as a board. The woman was kneeling before him. She had his cock in her mouth, bobbing on it while working her hand along it's shaft. The man shuddered and looked down at the top of the woman's head. She wasn't a pretty woman, and with her cheeks sucked in she looked even worse. But for the job she was doing she didn't need to be beautiful.      Dillion was torn between sliding down off the crate, or watching. He was very excited. His cock was hard and throbbing in his pants. He could almost feel those lips on his own cock. He might employ her himself, when she was done with the man. He appeared to be a carriage driver.     "Paper!" a boy shouted as he passed. Dillion dug a nickel from his pocket and tossed it to the boy. The boy rolled up the paper and tossed it to Dillion with uncanny accuracy. Dillion opened the paper, as if he were reading it, while watching the man and whore from the corner of his eye. The man was jerking and shuddering, obviously close to an orgasm. Dillion squirmed on the crate, wishing they would get done with it. He was dying from restrained passion. He looked down to make sure his cock was not leaking in the front of his black pants. He needed to use the public outhouse, but not before the couple was done. He heard the man's gurgling cry as he came in shuddering abandon. He wilted above the woman's head, as she continued sucking. Finally she pulled her mouth off the head of the man's cock, cleaned it lightly with her tongue, and pushed it back into his pants. The man buttoned his pants before he edged through the crack between the crates, and disappeared among the crowd.      The woman wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and looked up. She looked straight into Dillion's eyes. She smiled and nodded. He nodded with a like smile.      "Busy day?" he asked conversationally.      "Fair to middling," she nodded. "Can I do anything for you?"      He thought for a moment, then reluctantly shook his head. "Maybe next time. Thanks for the show," he dug a dollar from his pocket and tossed it to the woman. She caught it deafly, waved, and disappeared inside the crack. Dillion sighed and slid off the crate.      The roar of the crowd, sound of assorted steam engines, and yelled greetings, created a horrendous noise which assaulted Dillion's ears. He smiled, looking around himself at the teaming mass of humanity. It looked like a dead cow, kicked to reveal a mass of crawling maggots. To Dillion, a crowd meant riches. Poor as they may look, the combined wealth of everyone in front of him could make a hundred men wealthy. The gold rush had petered out months before, but there were still miners pulling gold out of the mountains. The Transcontinental Railroad opened an avenue for the wealthy to visit the west coast for business or pleasure. The California ranchers rubbed elbows with the recently unemployed railroad workers. But even they had money which jingled in their pockets. Money could be had in California, either legally or illegally. It was a rich territory.      Dillion was ready for this new challenge, especially since he was told to leave the San Francisco waterfront dives, or be jailed. News of the completion of the Transcontinental Railroad was just too good to pass up. He booked passage with a sleeping berth, for the noon train. It was now, according to his gold watch, 10:47 AM. He made his way to the row of public toilets. He locked the outhouse door and raised the seat. The stench of the outhouse told him the honey dippers were long overdue. The reservoir below the outhouses badly needed emptying. He pissed into the dark stinking void, buttoned his pants and lowered the lid. He stepped out and hurried across the tracks in front of a black team of horses, pulling a beautiful black and gold carriage. It was just one of many.      "Sir, can you help me with my baggage?" a young female voice asked. He turned and faced the beautiful young woman clad in a simple white dress. She smelled strongly of roses. She seemed to be from one of the southern states, possibly Georgia by her accent. Of course you couldn't tell a person by their looks. This woman was exceptionally beautiful, and seemingly very aware of her effect on men. She flutter her eyes unnecessarily, which detracted from her beauty. He immediately grew cold, and a little angry. He had seen such nonsense before.      "Where is your luggage?" he asked. There were several paddle wheelers docked at the piers, and several wagons standing by across the tracks. She could have come from any one of them.      "I rode your boat, the Chrysopolis."      "Did you?" he asked. A warning went off in his head. Some women found him attractive. He had black hair, a fair complexion, and the goatee and mustache which were popular for the day. But he felt his face was too narrow and his eyes to piercing. He tended to frighten people with his stare, especially when his hazel eyes turned green. This was the first time that a woman had gone out of her way to notice him. Why?      "You see that fat gentleman swearing at the Chinamen?" he pointed toward the pier.      "Yes."      "Tell him. He will help you, it's his job."      "Thank you," she said, her eyes going cold.      "You're welcome," he tipped his hat and turned, making his way toward the station. Dillion didn't particularly like women, especially the women who used their sex to lure men, for one reason of another. As far as he was concerned, that was most of them. He had run into a few of those types of women, when he was young and naive. At 35 his naivety was a thing of the past. He tried hard to live up to his reputation as a cold- hearted gambler.      "Are you taking the train?" an old man in a railroad uniform asked.      "The noon train," Dillion nodded.      "Can you give this to the conductor?" he asked, handing Dillion an envelope.      "Certainly. Is it valuable?"      "Only if you value information," the man joked. "I've been on the telegraph for twelve hours waiting for that message. I'm going home, it's been a long night."      "Take care," Dillion said, looking down at the yellow envelope. What information could be contained therein? Who was it for? The envelope only said "urgent". Dillion slid the envelope into his pocket and waited, with his black bag in his hands.      Dillion noticed many soldiers appearing one by one, milling around the area in full dress uniforms. All were heavily armed. Dillion wondered if the envelope had anything to do with them. There were rumors that a war was coming. Had something happened, something he was not aware of? He did not want to be caught up in the war, wars were not profitable.      Dillion heard a train whistle far down the tracks. He pulled his watch and checked the time. It was three minutes before noon. He smelled rose-scented body lotion. He was familiar with the brand. One of his past loves preferred it to bathing. He had smelled it so often that it sickened him. It was made from whale oil mixed with the essential oils of rose petals. He turned and looked at the woman who had asked about her luggage.      "I found my luggage," she said, trying to be cordial.      "Good," he said, hefting his black bag. Most doctors used it as their emergency bag. He found it handy for his needs.      "I travel light," he said, smiling to take the edge off his words. She looked off down the tracks, bending in his direction. He took the opportunity to gaze at her full, lovely breasts. She switched her gaze quickly, in an effort to catch him looking. She was too late.      "Something must be going on," she finally said in the uncomfortable silence. They both looked at the soldiers lining up near the front of the dock.      "So it seems," he agreed. He was growing annoyed at her chatter and wished she would bother somebody else. She took a handkerchief and fluttered it against her ample breasts. Dillion looked down for a moment, briefly admiring her open cleavage, then looked away. She lifted her hand and dropped the handkerchief at his feet. A passing man walked on it. It stuck to his manure-covered boot. He drug it along behind him. She gasped and held up a hand, then grunted in disappointment.      Dillion smiled, covering his mouth with his hand. He turned and looked at the approaching train, trying not to laugh out loud. The train puffed dark smoke which dirtied the sky. Excited voices began calling around him, saying their final goodbyes, making it hard to hear.      "Are you going far?" she asked, trying to recover from her mishap.      "Julesburg," he said shortly.      "Do you have relatives there?" she asked, stepping closer. The smell of her lotion was growing noxious. He wished that she would leave.      "No."      "Business?"      "Ma'am, I don't wish to be impolite, but I have a lot on my mind right now. Perhaps if you could leave me to my thoughts, I could resolve them."      "Well," she huffed, taking a step away.      "Yes ma'am," he said, tipping his hat. An old man in wilderness clothes looked from Dillion to the woman. There was a twinkle in his eyes.      Dillion found himself looking at the old man curiously. By all outward appearances he was a typical mountain man, dressed in fringed buckskin. He held a henry rifle in his hands and had two 1860 colt revolvers stuffed down in his homemade belt. That in itself was unusual. They were very expensive, generally too expensive for a mountain man. All in all, he looked like a westerner in a mountain man suit.      They exchanged glances. The man said nothing as the train pulled up in front of them. The soldiers immediately crowded around the baggage car, pushing everyone else aside. The door opened and more soldiers milled out through the open door. As they left the new soldiers hurried in.      "Ok, folks, all aboard," the conductor yelled at the crowd. He checked tickets as the passengers boarded. This was unusual, normally they checked tickets while underway. As Dillion looked down the row of cars, he saw many men checking tickets. Dillion stopped and wordlessly extended his ticket. The conductor gave him a critical gaze, then nodded for him to board. Dillion forgot all about the envelope in his pocket. He immediately sought out his berth and fell asleep.      The double click of the tracks beneath the wheels had a hypnotic effect on Dillion. He slept soundly for several hours. He awoke just before 6:00 o'clock in the evening. The train was straining. He knew they must have reached the pass. He was about to go back to sleep when he smelled the strong scent of rose petals. He sniffed, then poked his head out from beneath the curtain. The moans from the bunk below caused him to peek through the crack above their curtain. The annoying woman was there, naked and sweating. He started to pull away, when a blue coat drew his attention to the man laying beside her. As Dillion watched, the soldier folded his coat and laid it at their feet. He was a lieutenant, Dillion noticed.      Dillion glanced around the sleeper, looking both ways before peeking back inside. The man laid on top of the annoying woman. They were kissing passionately for only a moment, before she began bouncing and moaning beneath him. Even during sex her hair was neat and perfect. Her head bounced slowly against the head of her berth, as the Lieutenant began savagely driving his cock between her open legs. Dillion could see a knee, a dark stocking, and her upper thigh from where he lay. He leaned farther over the edge of his bunk, until he could see one of her naked breasts. They were nice, he admitted to himself. She would be disappointed, of course, the Lieutenant was a damned poor lover.      Dillion pulled back into his bunk and took his pistol from beneath the pillow. Lowering his feet over the side, he dropped to the floor and holstered his weapon. He tried to ignore the sounds of sex going on behind him. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of her lotion and moved toward the dining cars.      Dillion needed to let his hard cock relax. As he stepped out on the platform between the cars, he lit a cigarette and gazed out over the mountains. A river roared below. Large pools, and rocks littered the fast-moving river. He tossed the butt of his cigarette out into the rocks and went inside the diner. He was a gambler and it was time to go to work.      "...I don't know," the conductor complained. He was surrounded by soldiers. He looked worried. Dillion suddenly remembered the envelope. He pulled it from his pocket and handed it to the conductor. A sergeant pushed Dillion away. The barrel of Dillion's pistol tickled the soldier's stomach. His eyes widened and he stepped back.      "Get your hands off me," Dillion said in a low voice.      "Leave him alone," the conductor said to the sergeant. He quickly opened the envelope and smiled. He handed the letter to the sergeant. "There you go," he said in satisfaction.      "An old man dressed like you gave me that. I forgot it," Dillion explained.      "Did you read this?" the sergeant demanded.      "You're just trying like hell to get yourself killed," Dillion said in amazement.      "I was just asking," the sergeant said nervously.      "Well don't do it again."      "You have it in writing," the conductor said. "We go to Denver."      "I'll have to show this to the Lieutenant," the sergeant said. "I... I can't seem to locate him."      "Berth number 4, next car," Dillion said with a smile. The sergeant stared at him for a moment, then nodded to a soldier. The soldier hurried out.      "How do you know?" the sergeant asked suspiciously.      "I am in number 5," Dillion smiled.      The soldier came back, sweating and embarrassed. He glared at Dillion.      "Well?" the sergeant asked.      "He's coming," the soldier growled.      "Not any more," Dillion broke out in laughter. The Lieutenant suddenly appeared, buttoning his jacket. He joined them and took the envelope.      "We go to Denver," he said, handing the letter back to the sergeant. "It's official, Washington is purchasing a new mint there."      "I'll be glad to get rid of that gold," the conductor said, standing and looking at Dillion. "Much obliged," he added. "You'd be smart to get off at the next stop, because we'll sure as hell be robbed. I think they sent me idiots just to make sure of it," he said, glancing at the soldiers. The sergeant bared his teeth. The Lieutenant pulled him away.      "How much gold?" Dillion asked quietly as the soldiers left.      "One million dollars," the conductor whispered, "give or take a few thousand. But that's just between the two of us."      "A million?" Dillion gasped. The old man nodded sagely.      "You'd better leave too," Dillion whispered.      Dillion failed to raise a game. It seemed that everyone was either sick, preoccupied, or worried. This did not make Dillion feel better. He sat playing solitaire until a shadow crossed the table. He smelled the unmistakable smell of roses.      "Your baggage get on board ok?" he asked without looking up.      "How did you know it was me?"      "I knew a woman once who got her hands on genuine French perfume. At first she used it wisely, just a little at a time. I have to admit, it smelled wonderful. As the months passed she had to use more and more, because her nose grew used to it and she couldn't smell it any more. Eventually somebody told her, and she cut back a bit. Lotion can be as strong as perfume," he smiled up at her.      "It's that noticeable?" she asked in horror.      "Yes ma'am. There is a bath in the last berthing car," he pointed toward the rear of the train. She hurried away without a word. Dillion chuckled and shook his head. He heard another chuckled and looked up to see the mountain man at the far end of the car.      Time passed quickly. Lulled by the gentle rock of the train, Dillion laid out stack after stack of cards. He was enjoying the solitude and solitaire was a gambler's way of advertising. The lure of the cards drew in many who would not gamble otherwise.      "Drink?" the conductor said, taking a seat across from him. Dillion looked up. He was surprised to see that it was dark outside. He had been there for hours.      "Sure," he said. The old man handed him a tin flask. Dillion took a telescoping cup from his pocket and poured half a glass. He handed the flask back with a nod.      "I feel better, now that we are through the pass," the conductor said. "We're moving along nicely."      "Yes we are," Dillion agreed. He laid an six of hearts on a seven of clubs. The conductor tapped the three. Dillion tried to suppress his annoyance. He hated people who did that. Some time later the conductor disappeared.      A vocal argument broke out between two men. They each separated before it became a shooting matter. A baby cried annoyingly. A man laughed, followed by the tinkling giggle of a woman. Dillion smiled without looking up. It was a happy sound. The old mountain man paused by his table and watched for several minutes, then moved on wordlessly. A swish of clothing drew Dillion's eyes from his cards. He looked up to see the annoying woman standing by his side. She looked clean, fresh, and beautiful. Her smile was like a bright sunrise. She sure knew how to use her beauty to her advantage.      "Well," he said in surprise.      "Am I presentable now?" she asked, holding her breath.      "Very," he said, jumping to his feet. He ushered her into the opposite seat.      "You are in the berth above me," she whispered, looking around.      "How did you know?"      "I saw you looking," she smiled.      "I'm sorry about that."      "Oh don't be," she slapped the back of his hand, scattering the cards. "I like an audience occasionally. It was the only thrilling thing about the encounter. The Lieutenant was called away," she growled.      "Really? It must have been something important," he said, trying to suppress a smile.      "Per... Well perhaps you could call on me later, near midnight?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.      "You seem bound and determined to get acquainted," Dillion said, stacking the cards on the table. "Do you mind my asking why?"      "Oh no, sir, not at all," she gasped with her hand on her chest. Once again he was annoyed at the artificial pose. She seemed to sense this and dropped her hand. She leaned closer in a confidential manner.      "If I don't get bedded in the next few hours, I am going to go absolutely insane," she said.      "Well when you put it that way, and you've gone to all this trouble, why wait? Let's go now," he said, standing. He guided her out of the booth. A look of desperation filled her face. Something was obviously not going according to her plans.      "No... we can't, not yet," she gasped.      "Why?"      "It's too early. Besides, I... haven't eaten yet."      "We have one of those new Pullman dining cars which will be open for hours and they are serving coffee and sandwiches all night. Come on," he pulled her along. She resisted for a moment, then followed helplessly behind him. The conductor looked at them and shook his head in admiration. Dillion tried to give him a warning look. The conductor sat up in alarm and stared around the room. He relaxed over his coffee again as Dillion left.      Jillian gasped for breath. She rode gently on Dillion's cock. Her naked body was sweaty in the close, confined heat of the sleeping car. She glistened in the dim light coming in from above the curtain. Dillion ran his hands over her shoulders. She sighed, giving him a leering sexy look. She suddenly dropped her mouth to his and licked his upper and lower lips, then caught his upper lip in her teeth and pulled it lightly.      The smell of sweat and sex were strong in the small sleeping berth. Her gasps of pleasure were embarrassingly loud. Dillion knew that other's sleeping around them must be listening. He didn't mind if they didn't.      "Oh yes," Jillian cried in a restrained manner. She increased her tempo, sliding quickly back and forth on his prone body. His cock churned her pussy flesh like a paddle churns butter. She felt blissful rapture between her legs. Dillion grasped her wonderful breasts and squeezed them lightly. They were her greatest asset. He placed the ends of his thumbs over her stiffened nipples and twirled them. She hissed and arched her back, banging her head on the underside of the upper bunk.      Dillion was afraid that she would get slivers from the rough boards of the upper berth. She didn't seem to notice. As they made love one long bundle of hair fell out of place, resting on her right shoulder. It made her somehow more sexy. She still wore her black stockings. She had removed everything else. Dillion had to admit, they were very seductive on her shapely legs. He loved a good pair of legs in a pair of stockings.      Jillian breathed in gasps. He could smell her scented breath on his face. She began crying softly. He felt the muscles of his loins, begin to tighten. They were both getting close to an orgasm. He held off until he saw the signs of her release, then relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy clenching his manly staff. Her intense heat and wetness felt heavenly on his manhood. She was very agile, very passionate about her lovemaking. Dillion realized that she was a very good fuck. He would like to fuck her repeatedly during the trip. It would pass the time pleasantly.      "Oh yes," she said, riding at blinding speed. He felt the intense heat building from the friction of her pussy. He came only moments before she did. She stiffened and restrained a scream. Her face turned red. Her eyes rolled up into her head. She gave him a stricken look and shuddered horribly, before she finally relaxed, jerking only slightly. In a minute she became beautiful once more. She smiled gently and laid on his chest. Her hair tickled his nose. Her wet sticky flesh clung to his. The heat of the little berth was stifling.      "Let's get out of here," he said, shaking her lightly. She nodded and rolled off to lay beside him.      "That was wonderful," she said as she tried to dress in the small space.      "It was," he agreed. He was slightly surprised. He had held out little hope of a successful liaison, considering their initial meeting. She was very good. In fact her complete lack of inhibition was very rare in a woman. Suddenly a vision of the old whore on the pier filled his head.      She's a pro, he thought in surprise. Perhaps not a whore, but one who had sex routinely, and used sex as a tool. So what was she, a government agent? A professional thief?      They paused on the platform between the cars, reveling in the cool evening air. It felt good after the stuffiness of the sleeper.      "It's been a wonderful night," she gasped, standing close to him. He liked the feeling of her body against his own, but he didn't trust her. His hand went to the butt of his pistol. Sure enough, her hand touched his, then jerked away. Had she been reaching for his gun?      He decided that he was getting paranoid. The thought of a million dollars in gold had him as skittish as a young colt. Why should he care, it wasn't his money.      "Let's go in," he said quietly. The conductor was gone. The mountain man sat rocking gently to the gentle sway of the car, his face nearly resting in a cup of coffee. His eyes flew open as they entered the car. They closed again after he saw who they were.      "Coffee and a sandwich?" he asked, going to the pile of roast beef sandwiches on the silver tray.      "I'm not really hungry," she said, waving her hand. "Just coffee please."      Once again he noted her contradictions. She was a study in female orneriness, or she was hiding something. He passed by the mountain man and noticed one pistol lying in his lap. The man had his eyes closed, so he didn't see him notice. Dillion began to think this was turning out to be a very peculiar day.      The conductor came in from the far end of the car. He smiled at Dillion and hurried up to join them. The smell of wood smoke and oil came from his worn, blue suit. As Dillion looked down, he saw a pistol sticking out of the black leather belt.      "We will be stopping in Reno shortly to take on fuel and water," he said happily.      Dillion took out his watch. "We're making good time. We should be there about midnight."      "Just about," the conductor nodded. "The engineer is pouring on steam. His... cargo," the conductor gave him a significant look, "is bothering him. He wants to get shut of it."      "I don't blame him," Dillion said, thinking rapidly. All things seemed to point to midnight. Was the train being held up in Reno, and if so, was Jillian part of the plan? It didn't make sense. Why single him out if she was? He was just a gambler.      "I need to use the toilet," he said, standing suddenly. Jillian was caught off guard. She had no logical reason for following him, although it was clear that she wanted too. Dillion pissed in the toilet. Seeing the rails passing below he altered his aim to piss on the rail, shook his penis a few times and rebuttoned his pants. He went to the door and listened for footsteps. In a few minutes he heard them. He cracked open the door to see the conductor, just about to open the back door and leave.      "Conductor," he hissed.      "Huh?"      "It may be a silly daydream, but I believe the train will be robbed in Reno. I also believe that lady has something to do with it. Warn the soldiers," he said.      "Are you sure?"      "No."      "Uh... alright. Then I'm turning in until we reach Reno. No sense in getting killed while I'm half asleep," he said, starting to turn away. He stopped and looked past Dillion into the car, before turning to Dillion. "Are you him?"      "Him?"      "Yes."      "I don't think so," Dillion said in confusion.      "Oh," he was disappointed. He turned, disappearing into the night.      Dillion reclosed the door and washed his hands. He shook them just as a tap sounded on the door.      "What?" he called.      "Dillion, are you there?"      "Yes," he said in annoyance. Why was she keeping track of him? He stepped out and guided her outside to the platform. The desert was absolutely barren. No light showed anywhere. Occasionally a spark flew by the, carried on the warm air of the Engine's smoke. The stars blinked brightly. They were missing to the north, signifying that a mountain range or bank of clouds were blocking them. Dillion could smell the moisture of a river, either the same one or a different one. Trains liked rivers, they tended to cut away mountains for their use. Since trains could not climb a steep gradient, and rivers rarely did, the two were usually seen together.      "It's a wonderful night," Jillian said quietly. She moved forward and pressed her body against his in the darkness. He melted against her and pulled her warm body tightly against his. She felt good. He put his arms around her and held her, swaying gently to the rocking motion of the train. The smell of wood smoke, damp river air, and the desert created a wonderful perfume, far superior to the one she had been wearing. He smiled at the thought and lowered his face to her hair. The prick of a hair pin made him jerk away.      "Sorry," she said, patting her hair in the darkness. He lowered his mouth and kissed her passionately. She moaned and responded instantly. Before he knew it, Dillion was hiking her dress up around her waist. Her bare legs grew chilly in the night air, but felt sinfully warm in his hands.      Jillian started to object, but he lifted her by the waist and sat her on the emergency brake wheel. She giggled lightly, holding onto him for support. He found and pulled her pantaloons down and off. He fumbled at the buttons of his pants and took out his cock. He leaned closer and shoved his cock between the silky smooth lips of her pussy.      She cried out and wilted against his shoulder. He pressed slowly, relentlessly until his hard cock penetrated her willing cunt. It was very hot and pleasing inside. He held that position for a moment, enjoying the feeling of heat and moisture on his penis. It was very enjoyable, like entering a hot room in the middle of the winter. He felt her pussy muscles clenching his cock. She rocked gently against him. He found her mouth again in the darkness and kissed her passionately. Her hands were on his shoulders. One hand drifted away in the darkness. He thought nothing of it until he felt a tug on his gunbelt. He pulled out of her pussy and slammed his cock back in hard. She cried out, slightly unbalance, and grabbed his shoulders again. He snaked a hand down to his gun, took the thong off it's hammer, and slid the gun down in the back of his pants. Then he began a slow, brutal attack on the woman's loins.      Normally he would have been gentle and considerate, but Jillian was making him angry. He didn't know what she was doing, but it was obvious that she was using her sex to distract him. He hated women who used sex as a tool.      "Oh, oh, oh yes, oh yes," she chanted in his ear. He kissed her soft neck. He used one hand to mash her breast, through the material of her dress. He pounded away inside her pussy, not out of enjoyment, but to distract her and punish her. He wanted to hurt her. Unfortunately she seemed to like it. The harder he pounded her pelvis with his cock, the more she moaned and withered in his arms. The slap of wet flesh was loud and erotic. Her warm thighs rubbed against his hips. Her ankles were locked behind his ass, pulling him forward with increased force. She lost all semblance of lady-like behavior. She gurgled, panted, grunted and moaned. She laid her head on his shoulder and whispered foul words in his ear. He liked it.      "Fuck me," she hissed, bouncing under his brutal attack. "Oh yes," she shouted, throwing her head back. She overbalanced and screamed, grabbing him desperately. He was holding her, she could not go over the railing. The sudden fear seemed to combine with her passion. She shuddered and clung to his neck. Her breath was warm on his cheek. She swore viciously and clamped her legs tightly around his hips, while her pussy exploded. She jerked and bucked against him, swearing low and hard the whole time.      Dillion raised and lowered his body, relentlessly grinding his cock into her pussy to stimulate his own orgasm. It struck just moments after she finished her. She held him close and enjoyed his wild display of passion. She felt it was almost as good as a second orgasm. She liked to be enjoyed. She cooed and kissed his cheek as his cock spewed the last of his cum between her legs. She held him close until he moved again.      Dillion helped her down. She felt around on the floor until she found her pantaloons. She held them in her hand, rather than putting them on in the darkness.      "I need the toilet," she whispered, disappearing inside.      Dillion built and lit a cigarette with shaking fingers. He shook out the match then froze when he saw lighted windows passing in the night. They were arriving at Reno.      The train's whistle blew one long blast, followed by two short ones. A man burst from the rear car and stumbled toward Dillion.      "Watch it," he said, raising his cigarette so the man would not get burned. He could not see who it was in the darkness, but he suspected. The train whistle was an alarm to wake the conductor.      "Sorry," the conductor said. "I'm nervous."      "You and me both. Are the soldiers ready?"      "Yes. And they are worried. Don't go near their car or they will shoot you."      "I won't," he promised. The train was beginning to slow.      "Oh lord," the conductor said. "I'd better go inside. Good luck," he called as he opened the door. Dillion stepped in behind him and gently closed the door. He slid into the toilet and waited in the darkness.      "All train robberies went the same. First the robbers would rob and pacify the passengers, then they would bust open the baggage car, get the loot and ride off into the darkness. But they were planning this robbery in Reno, an up and coming city. There would certainly be people around, even at midnight. Most likely the robbers would board the train in Reno and ride it out of town, where they would make their play.      Dillion locked the toilet door and turned up the lamp. He checked his gun carefully and put a cap on the sixth cylinder. He may need all six shots before the night was through. He checked his single shot derringer, slid it back into his shirt pocket and loosened his knife.      Why was he doing this? It wasn't his money. His sense of fair play would not allow him to stand by while others robbed the train. He had to take a hand, hopefully before the conductor was killed. He seemed to be a likable old man. Speaking of old men, the mountain man seemed to be ready for anything. If he was still there. It was obvious that he didn't have the price of a berth, but most people slept in the smoking car.      Dillion turned off the lamp and unlocked the door. He opened the door silently and peeked out. Yup, the old man was still there. He would be a help in a fight, especially with that pistol in his lap and the henry at his elbow.      The train had almost stopped. He locked the door and waited. He heard the sound of voices, as people filed into the car. The door handle was tried lightly, then the person went away. Dillion pulled his gun and waited. All voices and footsteps retreated. He unlocked the door again and looked through the crack. The platform outside was dimly lit. He waited patiently until the train started forward. He knew it would be exactly 1:00 o'clock. As the train left the station, and the lights, Dillion leapt from the toilet to the back door. He opened it noiselessly and crept out. From the darkness outside the window he could see three men sitting half way down the dining car. The old man appeared to be asleep, but Dillion noticed that his hand was in his lap. Dillion wished that he could see the right row of seats. They were blocked by the toilet. One man was talking to somebody out of sight. That meant there were at least four robbers. Suddenly he saw a hand, with flowing white lace around the wrist. Jillian!      The train was now speeding into the desert. Dillion knew there would be men waiting in the desert with horses. He also knew that one man would be with the engineer. As he watched the three men stood as if on signal. They pulled their guns and advanced toward the mountain man.      Dillion threw the door open, gun in hand. The men turned as one, startled. Their guns started to come to bear on him when a pistol exploded. One man flew forward and crumpled over a seat. Dillion fired as fast as he could. A pale of smoke filled the dining car. The mountain man had drawn his second pistol. He was firing with cool efficiency. He suddenly jerked under the impact of a bullet. Being seated it was easy for him to recover and continue shooting.      Dillion suddenly notice the gun in Jillian's hand. She had shot the mountain man, not the others.      "Jillian!" he shouted. She swung around with the pistol pointing at his head. He threw himself back as she fired. He fired as well. Nothing happened. In the heat of the fight he had forgotten how many shot's he'd fired. Jillian pulled back the hammer with cool efficiency and aimed at Dillion's head. The roar of the henry rifle was deafening in the room. Jillian was thrown off her feet. She landed several tables away. She wilted and slid out of sight.      "Your rifle," Dillion yelled, holding up a hand. The Henry was thrown and slapped into his hand. He ran for the front of the car. The engineer would be forced to stop the train now. Dillion had to stop that. If the thieves swarmed over the train, they had no chance.      Dillion ran through the smoking car. There were several men and women, including the conductor inside. Children were sleeping in their mother's laps, unaware of what was taking place.      Dillion arrived at the far platform. He was faced with the coal car. It took only a moment to climb the ladder on the front of the car. He couldn't see anything in the darkness. Suddenly the door to the fire box opened and the engineer began throwing coal inside. The robber was standing a yard away with a drawn gun. The roar of the engine, and the wind, made it impossible to be heard. Dillion raised the rifle and took aim at the bandit. It didn't seem sporting to shoot him in cold blood. A warning shot might be the last shot he ever got. He would be blasted off the top of the train before he could jack another shell into the chamber.      The engineer stopped shoveling. He adjusted a small metal wheel above the fire box. The shovel was held carelessly in his left hand, just inches from the bandit.      Dillion took careful aim at the shovel and fired. The shovel flew out of the engineer's hand and slapped the bandit in the stomach. He flew back against the fire box and screamed in agony. The gun had flown out of his hand and slid across the floor. The engineer calmly grabbed the man by the belt and heaved him off into the night. He turned and waved, even though he couldn't see Dillion, then resumed feeding the fire box. Dillion rode the top of the train for half an hour, to make sure everything was in order before he climbed down and went back inside.      The conductor was bent over Jillian's dead body. Dillion handed the rifle to the mountain man and knelt beside her. She was still beautiful, even in death.      "What a horrible waste," the conductor said sadly.      "More than you can ever imagine," Dillion agreed. "She spent her time with me because she thought I was the U.S. Marshall, riding herd on the gold. I'm not, but I'm happy for the mistake. She was one hell of a lady."      "Then where is the marshal?" the conductor asked in consternation. "He was supposed to protect us."      "Right there," Dillion pointed at the mountain man before he could speak.      "How did you know?" the mountain man asked.      "That horrible disguise," Dillion said, laughing.      "I thought it was good," the man said defensively.      "You were wrong," Dillion laughed. "Wrong," he said again as he went back to his berth. THE END! . posted by: Porn Jester . Sex Tales of the Old West - Antique Porn & Erotic Western Stories

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