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...presents... The Monolith
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by Daniel S. Reinker
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>>> a cDc publication.......1993 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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|____digital_media____digital_culture____digital_media____digital_culture____|
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As I was grunting, perched over the ivory ring and the water below, my
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mind wandered to the grunting I would likely do that night. Yes, I had a date
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with Linda Blemski, who was reputed to be looser than Rosanne Barr's pants on
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an Ethiopian. I decided where I would take my dates depending on how likely I
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was to lay them. After all, why waste lobster on a girl who was gonna screw
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you anyway? It just didn't make any sense. Anyhow, let's just say that with
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Linda Blemski, I was glad Jack in the Box was having its three tacos for
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ninety-nine cents deal.
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I was especially in favor of Jack in the Box since I was constipated, and
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over time I had learned that nothing got things moving like a nice hot taco,
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their steaming fatty meat drenched in their mysterious slimy red sauce.
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Wednesday afternoon, bam, suddenly the system had stopped running. Now, don't
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get me wrong, occasionally my stomach would get that familiar rumbling
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pressure, and I would run to the throne happily anticipating an eruption, but I
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had only farted unsatisfactorily. I pushed and pushed, trying desperately to
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dislodge whatever was in there, but it would not exit. It seemed to be biding
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its time, and as days passed, I started to wonder what exactly was in there.
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What sort of butt-monster had declared my anus its permanent home? I could
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only wait and wonder.
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Well, I was experiencing another failure. The wave of depression at not
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being able to perform rushed over me, and I wiped my crack with shame. To look
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at that paper, white and lonely... it was almost too much for my heart to bear.
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I tossed it into the empty water, yanked up my Calvin Kleins, and trudged out.
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I started to cheer up later as I sat across from Linda's pudgy body at
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Jack in the Box and bit into my taco. Looking down at the folds of the
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tortilla, red with special sauce, I started to imagine how wet Linda must have
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been getting. She wasn't very pretty, but as the saying goes, pussies are
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universally beautiful. She listened patiently as I told her about myself,
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going on about frat parties I had gone to and especially good football games I
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had seen. She polished off her tacos like Cookie Monster eating a box of
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Oreos, and soon I saw by her vacant look that it was time to head back to my
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room and start plowing the field, so to speak. She dumped our trays in the
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nearby receptacle and we were out the door.
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As we were walking back to my room, I felt a growl emanate deep from
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within my bowels. It filled me with fear; it seemed to be the growl of some
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dark beast. But, I didn't feel any pressure, so I ignored it. I decided if
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anything was going to happen, it would surely wait until I had finished porking
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the woman.
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We got back to her room, and I closed the door, offering Linda a drink.
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She didn't want one, so I drank two shots of tequila myself, one for me, one
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for her. At this point, I could tell she was hot to go; I could smell the dank
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stench of her sex permeating the room. It reminded me of the ocean, especially
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the way her fat oscillated like winter surf as she impatiently rubbed her legs
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together. I smiled, and walked over.
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We started to kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth and joyfully picking
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the stray taco bits out of my back molars. I yanked her shirt over her head,
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and with some effort, unsnapped her bra. Her massive boobs burst free into my
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hands like a pair of mushroom clouds. She was breathing heavily, and I tried
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to ignore the rank smell of her breath as I yanked down my pants and exposed my
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swollen power-prong of pleasure. I jabbed it impatiently into her belly
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button; she took the hint and dropped her skirt. She was wearing bright purple
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panties, which I quickly slid out of the way to expose her impatient cunt.
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She was dripping like an overripe pimple, and making weird moaning noises.
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I decided it was time to feed her my meat. I aimed for the hole and jabbed
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with my dick. Damn, missed. I tried again. The second time, it slipped in
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with a slurp, and I started to bang away at her.
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And then it came: a snarling shrieking moan emanating from the pit of my
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stomach. I froze, half in, half out. A strange rumbling was seething through
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my intestines, the waking movements of some slumbering giant. It was enough to
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put all thoughts of sex out of my mind. It was enough to make me quake in
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fear. And then it hit.
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WHAM! I pulled out of her with a shriek, feeling something slam like a
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fist against the wall of my asshole. Something wanted out, and it wanted out
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now! I started making my way to the bathroom, sprinting, ignoring Linda's
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protests behind me. The urgency of this shit could not wait.
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I sprawled onto the seat, happy that I had made it, and gratefully
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released the muscles of my asshole, waiting for the monster to slide gracefully
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out. But, this beast had no grace, and it was much too big to fit painlessly
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through my meager butthole. I tensed in pain as the thing rammed itself at my
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sphincter, smashing into it like a city bus out of control.
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Foolish was I; I contemplated for a moment whether I actually wanted to
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give birth to this unholy leviathan. As if I had a choice. With a wrench, the
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shit tore apart my asshole, forcing its head through. I shrieked; my hand dug
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into the toilet paper roll by my side, my knuckles white. My body twisted, and
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I buckled down, pushing with all my might, despite the pain. Distantly, I
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could hear the Carmina Burama playing, as I licked the sweat off my upper lip.
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All I had to do was push. All I COULD do was push. This monster would not be
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denied.
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I began to think the thing would never emerge. It shoved its way out, bit
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by bit, clawing onto the dank hair of my crack in its efforts. Then, with one
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asshole-wrenching thrust, it was out. My butt cheeks were bathed in ice cold
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piss-water as it plunged into the pool below.
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For a while, all I could do was breath heavily and thank God it was over.
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I tried to summon the bravery to look, to see this god of shits, but all I
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could do was tremble. I wasn't sure I was ready; I felt for sure I would turn
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to stone at the sight of the thing.
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Finally, I pulled together the nerve to stand, turn, and look. My hands
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were pressed over my eyes, and it took every effort to peek through them, as a
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trembling moan of anguish emerged unbidden from my throat.
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And then I saw it. It was... it was beautiful.
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A tear of joy dripped from my eye as I beheld this shit miracle I had
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produced. Now I could hear Handel's Allelujah chorus running through my head.
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The fluorescent light above the toilet bathed the long brown Lord of Feces, and
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made it almost glow with a natural halo. It had to be close to a foot long,
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and at least an inch and a half in diameter. It rested in the toilet casually,
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king of its domain. As I beheld it, my mind flashed to the Sistine Chapel,
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except instead of God touching my hand, he was offering me this long, brown
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beauty. As if saying, you are my chosen one, and you have been blessed with
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the shit of God.
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My tears of complete joy and contentment started to wane, and I bent down
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to take a closer look at the monolithic log. My eyes lingered on its strange
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texture; it seemed almost shiny and hard, probably because of the intense
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pressure of my intestines. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but first I
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fought with my unworthiness. Surely, to touch it would strike me dead! But,
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finally, my curiosity overcame my fear, and I ran my fingers across its sleek
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surface.
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Rapture! It was as hard as I had expected, and my touch caused it to bob
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up and down on the surface. I took it in my hand and stroked it. It was
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strangely ridged, probably again due to the pressure of my intestines, and I
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was again impressed by how hard it was. It was one solid piece of shit. I
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almost found it difficult to believe my bowels could have produced such an
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object of perfection. I considered whether I should prostrate myself before it
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and worship it.
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And then I heard a voice. It was Linda. "Hey! What's taking you so
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long?" she oinked from somewhere outside. "Hurry up, honey! Linda's pussy is
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crying for you." Ah yes, I had forgotten about the woman outside. I looked at
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the floating pillar of power in the bowl. I couldn't flush it, that just
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wouldn't be right. It would be a waste. Yet, what could I do with it? I
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doubted Linda would appreciate it. Why had I produced such a specimen? What
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was its mysterious purpose?
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I thought of Linda, and it was then that I knew.
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I wrapped my hand around the gargantuan stool, and hefted it. It lifted
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in one piece, and I raised it like a scepter. A smile grew on my face as I
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thought of what was to come.
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When I came out, Linda was lying spread-eagled on the couch, so I could
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see straight into her cunt. She leered sexily. I carefully hid the shit
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behind my back; she just wouldn't have understood.
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"Hey, hon... been waiting for you!" she drooled. "Come on, baby... can't
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you see Linda is hot and willing?" She thrust her rancid slit toward me.
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"Ok," I smiled. "But, close your eyes first. That way you won't know
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when I'm entering you until I actually do." I knew she would do what I said.
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She was a crusty old whore, and I knew her like I knew my oldest pair of
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underwear.
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"Ooh! Kinky!" she belched happily. Her eyes slammed shut, and her hips
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twitched, waiting for my entrance. My fleshrod of fertility bulged in
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anticipation, but I had no intention of entering her. Instead, I brought forth
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the mighty shit, and touched its tip to her waiting, dripping hole.
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"You ready?" I grinned. She nodded, starting to make her weird moaning
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noises. I slowly started to ease the length of shit into her cunt. She
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gasped.
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"Wow! You're so... BIG!!!!" she gulped, starting to pant heavily.
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"I never knew you could get so big!"
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"That was my surprise, baby. I went into the bathroom and smeared a
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shitload of enlarging cream on my dick." I laughed silently at my
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unintentional pun, and continued to push the long piece of shit into her cunt.
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I had to push it in inch by inch, as her hole wasn't used to such a long tool,
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and I did it clumsily, since obviously I couldn't go in by feel as I usually
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do. But she was too hot and turned on to notice.
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"Ooh! Fuck me! Fuck me with that long, hard dick!" she howled. I
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complied, pumping the brown log in and out of her hole. As I did so, I noticed
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that the phallic poo was developing a slimy layer of crud mixed with her
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vaginal fluids on its surface. This just made it go in and out easier. As I
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pumped her with this dildo of dung, I started to bang her breasts back and
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forth with my spare fist. This really started to get her going, and I sensed
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she was started to approach orgasm. I really started to slam the shit into her
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cunt, and she started to make shrieking noises. Yep, wouldn't be long. As I
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pummeled her hole, I started to notice that the shit was starting to lose its
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consistency. It seemed to be getting a little softer, and was molding itself
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to her cunt.
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However, I had no time to think about this, for Linda launched into a
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mighty orgasm, and started bouncing up and down on the couch like a basketball,
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screaming and screaming. I fought to keep the shit dildo pumping into her,
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trying to keep up with her sudden spasmodic movements. And then, abruptly, I
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found myself holding half a shit. The other half had broken off in her cunt.
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She gasped as she came out of her orgasm. Her eyes still tightly closed,
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she sighed in contentment. "Keep your dick in me," she purred. "I want to
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feel you get soft inside me."
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"Okay, sweetheart. I'll stay inside you as long as you want," I said, as
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I quietly tiptoed to the door. As I slowly shut it behind me, I decided I
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probably wouldn't be dating Linda Blemski for a while.
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.ooM |1993 cDc communications by Daniel S. Reinker 12/30/93-#246|
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