EXTRACT FOR
Adventures In Lust - Volume 5
(Author Unknown)

CONTENTS



Artistic Exchange

Brothel Frolics

Cindy Does Doc

Delectable Debbie

Done At The Brink

Exotic Eve

Hal's Dark Inferno

Hungry Bride

Hydie's Hell Holes

Threesome Fun



Artistic Exchange 

    

    Elaine left for her hometown in good old Worcester Mass. She had some family business as well as an important Christmas engagement. One of her favorite uncles had been diagnosed with a rare blood disease and it looked like he wasn't long for this lovely world. She loved her family but she also knew she'd be missing Ty's huge, cum blasting dick. She was jealous of Sandy. That little half spick bitch was going to get totally banged, blown and blistered by Tyrone's mega cock. Sandy was going to eat and drink from huge, black dripping dick for weeks while Elaine was gone to the old stomping grounds. Elaine already told Tyrone that she would expect extra consideration when she got back.

    

    The Worcester art museum was one of her favorite haunts. It had been started back before the twentieth century and many great works of art had been purchased in Europe before such items got almost impossible to obtain. Their collection was somewhat small but very representative and of high quality. She would go from room to room drooling at some of the handsome nobleman, painted on ancient canvas. Masters long dead pictured men and women from societies long perished. It was a distant memory in immortal paint. 

    Sometimes she fantasized about being laid by some knight or soldier or duke. Her favorite was the Renaissance period with its great detail, colors so alive you could almost smell the Tuscan countryside or the Venetian canals. 

    One of her favorite paintings was the "John The Baptist" by Andre Del Sarto. John was depicted holding a wooden cross but it was John's skin that drove Elaine to distraction. She could actually see beads of sweat on the arm of the New Testament character. It was unbelievable. She also found the man holding the rough, wooden cross irresistible. She wished she could go back in time and find Del Sarto's model to suck, fuck and totally do. She was in a reverie when her dreamy mind was interrupted by a confident, cultured British voice.

    "I say!" The word say was drawn out for effect. "Now THAT is a bloody fabulous work of art. If I may be so bold?"

    Elaine turned, "Why sir are you speaking of the Del Sarto?"

    Their eyes met and the most glorious deep blue green eyes she'd ever seen in a man transfixed her to the very spot she stood on. His smile was electric and her belly and cunt did a little flip flop. 

    He replied, "The Del Sarto is nothing compared with the vision of wonder I see before me. Your hair is like wild incandescent flames; love and your eyes rival the stars of heaven. You are a phantom of delight."

    Her mouth slowly dropped open as her body began to clamor that this was someone special and her pussy knew that he'd be an exceptional lay. That crevice had a definite mind of its own. It seemed to tell her, "Don't let him get away honey!" She glanced at his left hand and to her relief there was no wedding ring or any ring for that matter.

    He bowed ever so slightly, "Hugh DE Moville at your service. Miss?"

    Her voice was tense just above a whisper, "Where did you come from? Are you for real? People don't talk like that anymore."

    He chuckled a little, "Lancaster, U.K. I work for 

    Norton Company, engineering you know. Frightful bore I'm afraid but the temptation of filthy lucre has enslaved me I'm afraid."

    "I'm Elaine Vanderveekan, grad student. I'm into interior decorating and design among other things. I take a lot of art courses."

    Soon they were walking together, unconscious of the fact that they were proceeding out of the museum. He put his arm around her shoulder companionably. "You are like Elaine the fair the lily maid of Astelotte. So how may I be of service to my sweet lady?"

    She smiled into his very warm gaze, "What beautiful manners you have Hugh. I know a lovely little restaurant."

    "Smashing! Lead on.... take me to your lair. I trust you implicitly."

    He was charming and elegant and those incredible eyes drew her like steel to a magnet. She felt like she'd known him for years. When they'd ordered their meal they exchanged life stories or at least shortened versions of them. He was twenty-five and still on the prowl. "I never found the right woman. Oh I'm not a prude. I do get my rocks off occasionally but it just never clicked. I don't know what's happening Elaine but your eyes hit me like an absolute ton of bloody bricks. I feel like I'm fourteen again, like a silly school lad."

    She smiled in response, "Well Hugh it just occurred to me. Isn't your name the same as one of the men who did in Thomas Beckett?"

    "Ah you discovered the deep family secret Elaine. Bully for you! Actually my old man has a warped and totally wicked sense of humor. I didn't realize how wicked till I got to upper forum. Oh you'd like him lass, he's a sodding card he is. He'd make fun of the queen herself in her own palace he would. He's an irreverent bastard if there ever was one."

    She laughed with her singular question. "I suspect his son isn't far off the mark?"

    He grinned, "Guilty! God's wounds! Elaine what is happening? Is it possible you feel what I feel right now?"

    She leaned forward and whispered, "I could eat you alive! I want you for dessert!"

    He grinned at her. "All right love, my place or yours?"

    She gave him her sexiest glance complete with batting eyelashes. "Why yours of course. I want to see what kind of creature comforts you have to offer in the lion's lair."

    He stared into her inviting eyes; "I would be honored to serve you in any way you desire."

    She replied with a smile that would have melted granite, "Well sir, I expect you to serve me in absolutely every conceivable way you can imagine." 

    He drove her to his well-furnished, two-bedroom apartment located in a nice section of town near Burncoat Street. Elaine didn't get much of a view of the place as she practically attacked him once the door was slammed shut on the outside world. Her cunt was already running like a woodland stream in sap filled spring. Her lips told his mouth that she wanted to be fucked, ravished, done, eaten and redone over and over again. Her moans told him that her need was urgent and could not possibly be denied. 

    He spoke between kisses, "let's get to know each other better Elaine. I'm going to peel the tomato and see what makes you tick inside."

    She whispered in his ear, "I thought you'd never ask sir Galahad. Take your wench, your wanton, wicked wench and take your pleasure all night. I wanna be totally fucked Hugh! I've never felt quite like this before. I don't know what you're doing to me but definitely don't stop!"

    He thrilled at her lovely figure that emerged from the clothes. Her naked skin set his inner fires ablaze as he quickly carried her to his bed. 

    She quickly helped him strip down. Then she whispered in his ear, "Eat me out first Hugh!" 

    No more words were needed, as they were sixty nining like twelve-month lovers. Moans and cries of joy filled the small room as they sucked and tongued and drank. Her lovely red hair with the gold streaks was unwound and lay in disarray down her bare back as they played sensational tricks on each other's genitals. Elaine was already ballistic. She climaxed time and time again as he shoved his tongue or fingers into her hungry cunt. She deep throated him or played wickedly with her tongue on his shaft and cock tip. He was oozing pre cum as he lunged his dick into her incandescent mouth. The foxy red head wasn't about to tell him about her once favorite afro-cock. For Elaine, Hugh was love and lust at first sight. Up and down she bobbed her obscene throat as she pleasured his hungry dick for minute after minute. She wanted to swallow him, to guzzle all his seed down her gulping gullet to show him she was his slut and nobody else's.

    The brit never had it so good. The blazing itch in his cock hole surged to his dick head and his flesh finally exploded in an ecstatic eruption of jism that flooded Elaine's yearning mouth. He cried out, "Oh you sleazy hot bitch! Oh suck me more! More!"

    She swallowed his spasms as more cum went into her. She loved the tangy, salty goo that she was sucking and gulping. She was good at this and didn't even gag. She quickened her movements to keep his dick interested while she moaned from his unspeakable attentions to her juicy, lush pussy hole. He nibbled her clit and forced her crevice lips far apart with anxious fingers. He drank from her as if she were a wine goblet. She had no power to stop his all-consuming lust provoking actions.

    When he was sufficiently recovered from the first eruption she moved a bit and straddled him. Elaine impetuously rode his upright dick shamelessly. He felt her passions as they raced through the conduit of her aggressive, little cunt. 

    Elaine crooned, "Fuck me baby! Fuck my hot, tight pussy! Oh yes Hugh! Fuck me!"