The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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My wife loves sausages. Sausages of different shapes,
sizes, textures and flavors. I can safely declare that
she is a sausage freak. She will go any lengths to have
a sausage. She even won a sausage eating contest when
we were holidaying in a small town in Germany. I don’t
love sausages the way she does, but I love watching her
eat sausages. The look of ecstasy on her face, when she
first holds a sausage and then sniffs the slightly
wrinkled tip and then slowly parts her mouth to slowly
swallow a little portion and finally to chew on the
long curved sausage….oh it just drives me crazy!
Her love for sausages is not unknown to our neighbors,
friends and relatives…and since she is just so
beautiful, sexy and lovely…everyone goes out of their
way to have sausages for her when we visit. The
incident I am narrating happened sometime last month
when my friend Gary organized a “Sausage Fest” in his
community centre. Gary lives in another town and we had
to drive three hours to reach his place. Anyway, I
agreed because my wife was super excited about it. Gary
had promised her sausages from Germany, Scandinavia,
Sweden, France and even from exotic little known
varieties from countries religiously not known to
produce sausages like Bangladesh, Pakistan and Iran.
What he didn’t tell us was the fact that Sunday was the
last day of the festival. And that was the day when we
were driving there. We reached at about 4pm, which was
already like the end of the best of sausages. There
were still a few sausage fanatics around but just about
50-odd people. The whole place was close to turning
into a mess. There were paper plates with mustard and
ketchup smeared all over the floor. Dustbins were
overflowing with leftovers and plastic cutlery.
Tablecloths were also stained with sauces and gravy.
And of course the worse was the smell of sausages.
Now don’t get me wrong but I really can’t stand the
smell of what I call are rotting sausages. For me if a
sausage has been boiled it should be eaten within 10
minutes or it is just like rotten meat. Of course my
wife doesn’t agree to me at all. So there I was
wrinkling my nose as discreetly as possible and there
was my wife, complete with a cotton summer short dress
showing off her shapely legs, walking around in the
entire mess with her nose held up and her eyes almost
closed, savoring the smells.
Before I ran out of the rot, Gary caught sight of us
looking disappointed.
“Jezz guys, is this the time to come to a sausage
festival? Everything is almost gone,” he said and added
when he saw my wife’s despairing look, “Come on guys,
never mind that come, first let’s have some drinks.”
We went to a temporary office, behind the community
centre and sat down ready for some beers. Whet came out
was a brand new bottle of tequila and some crystal shot
glasses. He must have been doing this for some time as
the salt and lime that was produced looked tempered
many times. Anyway, as much as she likes sausages, my
wife loves alcohol. Alcohol doesn’t love her much
though as she can’t take much. If she does she either
passes out or pukes her guts. Today she was very
disappointed that most of the sausages were already
gone and probably to compensate, she gulped down shot
after shot of tequila till Gary ran out.
Then he turned to my wife and cheered her up, “Oh come
on dear cheer up, I know most of the good things are
gone. But the Bangladesh and Pakistan section is still
around. You know, these countries do not have advanced
technology and the specialty of their sausages is that
they are exclusively hand-made. Of course with the most
stringent quality control…but hand made…where else
can you find hand-made sausages these days? I really
hope you will like them because no one else did.” My
wife drooled and we staggered towards the Bangladesh /
Pakistan section.
It was six pm now and the community centre was deserted
and even more messed up. Just one combined booth was
still displaying an array of sausages. Honestly, the
moment I looked at their contents, I almost puked my
guts out. No way was I going to eat suck ugly sausages.
Even for free. The sausages were hanging individually
suspended by cotton strings above. That was fine. But
the sausages didn’t at all look like your normal
sausages.
They were huge. I mean have you seen like a 12-inch
sausage? They were very fat too about five inches-
thick. The color was not the normal brown or pinkish
color of normal sausagesthey were different. Some
were grey, some were very dark brown and some almost
black. Almost all were mottled too, like they were
rotting already. They were not smooth skinned at all.
All were lumpy and uneven. The only consistency must
have been the smell. They all smelled awful.
I was horrified when my wife pointed at a really ugly,
misshapen monster sausage. It even had a green tinge to
it. There were three old barbaric men at the counter.
And they looked like extensions of their ugly sausages
� almost black, ugly faces and appearances like uncouth
and smelly. Their clothes looked like they had rolled
in the sausage meat before coming here. Only the aprons
supplied by Gary looked clean. I was horrified to see
that one of them who had been picking his nose pulled
the sausage out by the same hand and just offered it to
my wife like it was a stick. He caressed it with his
other handfrom tip to tip very obscenely and then
slammed it in my wife’s extended hand. His hand clasped
on my wife’s hand and I flinched.
My wife’s eyes were already half-closed. She held the
sausage with both her hands and brought it close to her
nose. The puckered fat tip of the sausage touched her
nose and she inhaled the smell like a connoisseur. My
wife ate the sausage slowly without even a drop of
mustard, ketchup or even bread and she seemed in a
trance. She was swaying slowly as each inch of the
sausage disappeared in her sexy red hot mouth. Inch by
inch the sausage melted in her mouth and I got more and
more disgusted. I simply went out for a smoke to clear
my head.
I saw from the window that after she finished the
Pakistani black sausage, the second ugly old man
offered her another sausage an even uglier grey
sausage with maroon spots. I almost retched but my wife
assaulted the sausage with a vengeance and love
combined. The three men chuckled and laughed and
offered her one more. Then I met Gary who was going in
and we started chatting about work and stuff. We must
have had a couple of cigarettes and some beer that Gary
had miraculously produced when Gary had to attend to
some business. I walked back.
It was dark inside (and outside) save a dim light above
the Pakistan / Bangladesh section. Instead of sausages,
my wife was lying on the table. Her dress had been
pulled up and her panties had been pulled down (or
ripped off). One of the ugly dark Pakistani was holding
her legs spread obscenely apart. Another Pakistani old
smelly man was pushing one of their rotting black
sausages in my wife’s hairy pussy.
The sausage was so hard that despite stretching my
wife’s pussy, its meat was not coming off. They were
smoking and laughing as the old man fucked my senseless
wife’s pussy with the ugly sausage which now really
looked like an ugly cock a very big black ugly cock.
I froze. I was just behind them but was probably
blocked by the next counter which was already closed.
My heart was beating fast and my mind was wondering
what to do. The tequila and beer in my blood wanted me
to watch what depravity they were going to perform on
my drunken wife…and my head wanted me to intervene
and stop them.
I would have stopped them but I felt Gary’s hand on my
shoulder and heard his lustful whisper in my ears,
“Fuck man, you lucky sod, your wife’s hot… how I wish
it was my cock fucking her and not that Pakistani
sausage.” I was speechless but my cock was rock hard
and getting wet.
Before Gary could replace the sausage with his cock,
the old man did that. He pulled out a wrinkly, gnarly
uncut brown sweat-smeared cock and after pulling on it
till it was rock hard, pushed its enormous purple head
bareback in my wife’s pussy. As he pulled out, Gary and
I saw some of the sausage meat stuck to its glistening
black shaft. It was like the sausage was suddenly
attached to the old man. He fucked her slowly, pulling
out completely and them plunging in her gapping open
love tunnel till the root of his thick fat black cock.
Then they switched positions, the old holding her legs
moved forward and started fucking my wife with another
sausage.
He fucked her for five minutes with the sausage and
then replaced the sausage with his own smell cock
which was bigger than his earlier friend. He was
faster. He fucked her rapidly but what was most erotic
was the fact that he started sliding the sausage in her
pussy together with his own man meat. The sausage
couldn’t take the pressure of such tightness and slowly
started crumbling with the friction. It was so erotic
to see the sausage meat smeared cock pushing the meat
deeper and deeper inside my wife’s pussy.
He must have really got his rocks off on this because
with one final grunt he collapsed on my wife, as Gary
and I watched his wrinkly ass twitch slowly with his
spurt of his smelly old sperm being deposited in my
wife’s freshly fucked pussy. It must have been like a
meat pie inside with all that sausage meat and man
sauce plastered in.
The first man took his place but couldn’t stand the
fucking given to my wife by his friend and came bucket
loads just at the entrance of my wife’s pussy, messing
up everything around and matting her long cunt hair
with his smelly cum. Then having lost all interest in
my wife both the first and the second man left. The
third man, the ugliest and smelliest of them all who
was a Bangladeshi and that’s why they had been treating
him like an outcast, then took a new sausage and
started poking my wife’s pussy with it.
I think he was trying to clean my wife’s pussy of all
the meat and cum inside. But this sausage was extremely
wide. And he was clumsy the way he was cleaning her
pussy… so instead of pulling the previous sausage
meat out the sausage splattered into tiny bits and
embedded deep inside her pussy adding to the mess.
Finally he couldn’t care less and hauled his cock out
as ugly as he himself was and grey colored and mottled
like their sausages. Even from a few feet I could still
see his that it was stained with dick cheese and dried
cum (from last night’s jerk off I presume). But he was
undeterred with all this and just rubbed the head of
his uncut cock up and down my wife’s sausage and cum
smeared cunt lips… before thrusting the entire 11-
inches of his Bangladeshi cock deep inside my wife’s
cunt.
He must have been heavily aroused as he didn’t last
long and within strokes added his own sperm to his
friends. Then he went around and squeezed a few more
strings of cum from his smelly meat, cum and pussy
juice covered cock and dripped it inside my wife’s
mouth. He pinched her nose and in her drunken state she
gulped his smelly sperm down. Then he wiped his slimy
cock all over her face. Then, the nasty bugger picked
up the biggest black sausage that was in their stall
and plunged in deep down in my wife’s well fucked
pussy. And then he left.
He must have just gone out when Gary rushed forward and
pulled the sausage out, it was so soggy by now that it
broke into small pieces instantly. But Gary was lust-
ridden as he picked up the pieces and started offering
them to me as little snacks. I too was so aroused that
I ate each piece of the meat with a jest, difficult to
forget. Then I wanted more.
So I just bent down and started eating the sausages
straight from my wife’s pussy. Once the bigger pieces
were gone, I clamped my mouth on her hairy and meaty
cunt lips and started sucking the rest of the meat out.
Of course together with the meat I ended up sucking the
three dirty men’s smelly cum but my head was burning
with sex. It took me 10 minutes but I pretty much
cleaned up everything from my wife’s pussy.
When I got up I saw why Gary was so quiet. He was
standing next to my wife and his black cock was
embedded in her mouth. Although she was drunk, she was
still letting him fuck her mouth with his live black
sausage. For once I had a strange urge to eat Gary’s
black, 10-inch long and 5-inch fat sausage together
with my sausage hungry wife and I did that. I sat down
next to my wife so that Gary could alternate between
her and my mouth.
He did a good job of letting us suck on his meaty and
pungent smelling fresh black sausage equally. Then he
walked to the edge of the table and asked me to fuck my
wife’s pussy with his glistening cock. I placed the
purple head of his black cock at the entrance of my
wife’s widely stretched pussy and he pushed. My fingers
slid with his cock inside and I could feel the sticky
coating on the walls of my wife’s fucked pussy. It was
a great sensation to feel a big black cock slide in my
wife’s pussy together with my hand which had the
wedding band shining like a beacon. I pushed my fingers
deeper together with Gary’s cock, opening up my wife’s
pussy to its limits.
I think Gary found it too hot to fuck my wife with my
fingers massaging his cock each time he pushed it in
and he came bucket loads all over my hands. I could
feel his hot sperm / cum gushing in spurts all over my
fingers and I could feel my wife’s cunt (even in its
drunken state) pulling the millions of sperms towards
its womb. That feeling was so hot that I came in my
pants without even touching myself. Gary lay on top of
my wife for some time and then slowly pulled out his
limp black anaconda of a cock. I latched my mouth on
her pussy hole and drank fresh cum like a thirsty man
in a dessert.
Later, Gary and I cleaned my wife up together and made
her presentable before she got up. Then we sat outside
and he described how he would make arrangements for
another fucking of my wife. And I? I just sat down
between his legs like an obedient dog and slowly
nibbled at his lengthening black cock with my cum
hungry mouth.
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Sarah and I communicated well when she had time for conversation, often after her shift was over. She made it clear that she liked me as more than just a patient, and in addition to liking her, I found myself lusting for her constantly. It wasn't so bad in the mountains when there were no distractions, but to see it around me every day flamed my desire. She caught up with me while I was in physical therapy. After a couple of cheers, she said, "I got her cell phone. I'll see you...
This is my first attempt at writing a story, so be kind in your reviews. And, yes please do leave a review. I'll take all the constructive criticism that people have to share, just in case I decide to write another one. This story has been running around in my head for a couple of months and I though that I would share it with everyone. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. My Wife, My Lover, My Transformer By Teddie S Chapter 1 My name is Tom, well it...
Lamax system was only 61 lightyears distant to Faysummit system. Meaning the superfast Colt reached Faysummit only 136 minutes. Roy was getting more anxious by the moment. The closer he got the more he felt convinced that his mother was close and that she was in great peril. The Colt was brand-new and by law, it was his ship. The Phantasian who piloted the ride was an employee or more precise a contractor. Tanya was right, this passenger cabin was not big enough for Partner, but then this...
Rosaleen Dickonson’s famous quote says ‘Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our children, and the one most important of all the things we can give to them is unconditional love. Not a love that depends on anything at all except that they are our children.’ Some parents don’t love their children, though. Some parents hate them, wanting to be rid of them the first moment they legally can. In the small New England town of Munishire exists a school to deal with a select few of these...
This is a true story and happened recently. I am bi and enjoy sucking and being sucked by guys occasionally. But on the odd occasion I het so horny that I need fucking. A couple of weeks ago it was early evening and I found myself heading to a cruising spot where I have met guys before. I parked up in a layby. it was stil light, and it was quiet. Eventually a white van came slowly driving by, as he passed I flashed my indicators a few times. He pessed his break lights a few times and we had an...
Hello, my name is Charlotte. I know you won’t believe this and normally I wouldn’t admit to it, but I am Otis’ cock slave. There really isn’t any other way to put it. And the really strange part, the really, really strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New England family and Otis is barely educated and was just a worker in one of my husband’s warehouses. This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe even though I am living it. I first met...
Dear friends, This is a true story about a father his daughters not one or two but all there daughters he produced during 20 years of marriage bond. First let me introduce myself i am a guy of 25 years tall handsome and loveable boy and am a student of local post graduation college.Lovey eldest of all three girls along with ruby and pinky was my classmate in degree course. We use to study together in our house for which i was being paid for by three girls not sisters(two other classmates) Rs...
Our story begins with a recent refurbishment of a local theater. The local tabloids had done recent articles on the theater: when it was first constructed, its passings of ownership, and its slow decay with the poor economic times. Our two lovebirds had first fallen in love at this theater. They had been following these news articles with building interest as the week passed, for these articles were the build up to the first show of the refurbished theater. The two lovebirds had made a date of...
This week, we start the show with establishing shots of the most boring suburban estate you could ever hope to see. Lots of ‘nice’ double story semi-detached homes, each with their own little square of grass and concrete driveway out front, separated from the public footpath by low brick walls. We can see a chunky, out of breath looking man walking along the street toward us, perky, elegant and mean-looking Doberman by his side ... This week’s host – the love-him-or-hate-him Cockney geezer –...
CHAPTER 1 _____________________ Beau Lovejoy was pretty much a nerd when he was young. He loved to read, and he was completely addicted to comic books, but anything that wasn't grounded in reality would do. He was always lost in some fantasy or another, and the real world seemed rather mundane in comparison. At least, it did until he discovered something even more facinating. Women. When he was a boy, he found girls annoying, and he actually tried to...
Author’s note: I had planned to take a break from writing and submitting stories to Literotica when I reached 300 submissions. I know I said that when I reached 100 and again when I reached 200 submissions but many of you loyal readers asked me to continue. Many of you also sent me story lines and topics to write about, some more detailed than others. Recently I received an e-mail from Peggy Sanford who has written several stories for Literotica and if you have a Literotica log-in and...
Author’s note: I had planned to take a break from writing and submitting stories to Literotica when I reached 300 submissions. I know I said that when I reached 100 and again when I reached 200 submissions but many of you loyal readers asked me to continue. Many of you also sent me story lines and topics to write about, some more detailed than others. Recently I received an e-mail from Peggy Sanford who has written several stories for Literotica and you can see Peggy’s profile and photo under...
Businessman Is Forcibly Transformed Into A Sissy By Sissycuckold It was a warm summer's day when it all began; I was a successful 34 year old, businessman man, with a large house, flash car, and a beautiful wife. As it was a Sunday I was out for any early morning walk, having just finished making love to my 27 year old wife Lorna, when suddenly a large black car screeched to a halt just before me. In a flash 4 burly men jumped out and I was unceremoniously...
and shorts; his cock and balls swaying in front of him. Mary smiled, leaned forward again and nuzzled Carol's silky cunt-hair, flattening it out to the sides and exposing her sensuous pink slit to their view. Then she stuck her tongue up inside it. Carol groaned happily and bucked her hips. John was standing over them now, stroking his thick cock while he gazed dreamily down at his sister's inviting pussy. Pushing a finger back up inside Carol's dewy cunt, Mary explored its...
"My parents are celebrating their anniversary this weekend, and they're planning a family party. I'd like to take tomorrow off and fly down - if it's alright with you, of course." Lucy Parsons came around the desk and stood close to him. He caught a flash of tanned thigh as her skirt flap parted. "This must be a first. A new lawyer showing consideration for the firm." "Isn't that the way it's done?" "Not usually. Young lawyers are a fairly arrogant lot, and favors...
I was young for my post but I had been doing it as a deputy it for several years with the old sheriff's forester. My father was a baron but I was only a younger son so I was not going to inherit. I carried the heavy stag into kitchen and ignored the quiet that fell. I shifted it off my shoulder and onto the large butcher table, "I took this from a poacher Anna." She wiped her hands as she crossed the kitchen, "how long..." I snorted as headed into the Keep, "a half day." When I...
September 1981, Milford, Ohio Kara came into the living room when the dishes were done and took my hand and led me to the den. We sat in our chairs, as her father insisted. “Did you put your mom up to that ice cream date?” I asked. “No! I was just as surprised as you were. I could tell that dad was really upset at her. And when you stepped in, I thought he was going to blow a gasket. You agreed with him and made him look bad at the same time. And then, when mom did that thing with the...
The studio lights go up, the audience cheers and applauds. Max Weinman, the slick studio host, launches into his well-rehearsed patter. "Welcome, welcome, welcome to another game of Beat the Forfeit. As always, we have two couples competing for tonight's jackpot of one hundred thousand pounds. First, in the studio, we have Jim and Russell. Let's meet them." Two men stand behind smart game-show lecterns each displaying a score of zero. Max touches the collar of his open necked shirt, tugs...
My wife is as terrified as I, fleeing with me through the dark and constricted alleyways of an old and decrepit city. The air is thick with the stench of refuse and the smell of food cooking over open flames as we pass between the cramped and overcrowded tenements that rise like cliffs around us.This woman, whom I believe to be my wife, pleads with me to find help or escape, but we both know there is none to be found. We round a corner, only to see the Hoodoo, in his top hat and ancient suit,...
HorrorLisa's head swam. She was so damn horny it was difficult for her to think straight. Every inch of her skin felt alive and sensitive. Her puffy and extended nipples even more so. Her cock ached with pleasure even as permanently limp as it now was. Even her balls, shriveled and atrophied as they now were, also ached with pleasure. Her ass was even worse. It felt empty now that Master Carl had removed the plug. Not that the plug helped much with that horniness. Oh, it filled her up...
We’re in the boring, flat, concrete car park, surrounded by boring family cars, looking at the boring red-brick buildings that combine to form the Beddingham International School. But here comes the excitement... She’s sexy, with a fuck-me-but-don’t-fuck-with-me face and long blonde hair is swept around to the side of her head and hangs infront of one shoulder. Her accent, friendly southern English but with a distinct Eastern European edge. “Hello, and welcome to a new series of ‘The...