From: Lucky Strike Newsgroups: alt.sex.cthulhu Subject: RE:A medical confession (Parody thereof) Date: Mon, 30 Dec 1996 02:12:21 -0500 Newsgroups: alt.sex.cthulhu Subject: Re: A Monstrous Confession A Monsterous Confession From WWW.AZAGTHOTH.RY'LEH.COM/WEIRDSEX.HTML "I have something to tell you," I said to my husband, who was dozing on the sofa. He glanced at his watch and sat up. "Where have you been?" "In the swamp near Dunwich," I said "At nine o'clock at night?" I nodded and then sat down on the coffee table in front of him. "I'm cheating on you," I began. "With the entire priesthood of AZAG-THOTH." A mixture of emotions showed on his face but he simply leaned back and said, " Tell me about it." "Well, it began innocently enough a month ago. He was sacrificing children one day and.. Well.. I had an orgasm," I confessed. "When I realized what had happened, he killed another, first with his tentacles and then again with his dagger. After that, God, I just wanted his cocks and he fucked me until I came again. It was so thrilling, so satisfying for both of us, we just can not seem to stop." "Was this in the temple?" Brian asked. His voice was shaking a little. I nodded, looking away from his face, embarrassed and ashamed of my human weakness. That's when I noticed something else. Brian's cock was hard, straining against the front of his shorts. When my eyes met his again, I realized what had happened. My cheating excited Brian, too! "So he just finished fucking you?" Brian asked, giving his cock a squeeze. "Yes," I answered, confused by this unexpected reaction. "Let me see your pussy," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Standing up, I took off my slacks and panties and stood before him naked from the waist down. He continued to rub his hard-on, watching me closely. Feeling as if I was trapped in an X-rated snuff flick, I spread my legs and then used my fingers to part my still bleeding lips. To my surprise, my clit was tingling and my mouth watered at the sight of Brian exposing his cock. "He fucks you good?" Brian asked, curling his fingers around his shaft and pumping himself slowly. "Turn around," Brian grunted. His hands moving up and down his cock slowly but steadily. The knob was swollen and red and smoking drops of pre-cum dotted the surface. It was then that it began to turn grey-green and grow thorns. Knowing pretty much what my husband likes, I turned around and bent over, exposing myself to him lewdly. Just as I did so, the first flood of putrid fish oils gushed from my gaping pussy. "This turns you on," Brian said from behind me. "You, too," I accused, as I turned to face him again. "Tell me some more about the affair," he said as he cupped his bloated balls with his free hand. "He makes me masturbate in front of him sometimes," I told my husband, "with a small Idol of Cthulhu... The tentacles are like a thousand french ticklers." The tingling in my pussy had moved upward and outward to my nipples and thighs. My knees were weak as my fingers returned to my itchy pussy. Even as I talked, I remembered the last time we had done that. The Idol pumping in and out of my pussy had a nasty, wet sound and was so slippery that I could hardly hold on to it. It had these cute little snapping jaws, that would tear at my labia and clit, leaving little bleeding marks that pussed and festered. "Oh yeah," Brian breathed. He was humping upward into his hand every once in a while, slowly cutting his palms to shreds on the thorns his dick had sprouted. as he watched my fingers move in and out of my pussy, he asked "Why does he do that?" "Because he takes pictures of me," I lied. This confession was turning out to be better than the cheating. Brian was obviously turned on by the idea of me being with a priest of the Ancient Ones. His forehead was beaded with sweat and he was squeezing his balls rhythmically while he fucked his hand. I was letting my imagination run wild as I squatted on the floor and then lay back, fingering myself wildly. Thick, wet sounds filled the room as I shuddered through a mini cum. Suddenly, Brian was on the floor with me, kneeling between my widespread legs. He continued to fuck his fist, which was nothing but a bloody mass of gristle flogging his dick. "Does he masturbate, too?" Brian asked between clenched teeth. "Sometimes," I lied again. The last thing my lover did was masturbate. He always fucked me, hard and fast, emptying his balls deep into my pussy, "And he shoots his holy spunk all over my pussy and my hands and my belly and my tits." His imagination was hard at work again. "Uhhh," Brian breathed and cradled his balls in his free hand again. The slap-slap sound of torn flesh mingled with the sounds coming from my hands churning up my own juices. I whimpered as my gaze traveled from his blood-covered cock up into his lust-gazed eyes and back to his cock again. The knob looked like it was ready to explode any moment. "And then something else happens," I whispered as my hips began moving of their own accord. "Pazuzu." I suddenly found it difficult to talk, my words coming in grunts as orgasm overtook me, "Pazuzu comes in and rubs his rotting genetalia all over me... He forces me to eat of his corrupted flesh!" "Great Cthulhu!" Brian hissed. With one last healthy pull, he aimed his cock at my widespread, pulsing pussy and emptied his balls. The hot spunk hit me hard, coating my pussy lips and burning my flesh and even as I moved to a higher level of ecstasy, he began spraying my belly. His groans of pleasure turned to a low roar as he began jerking himself harder. I realized he was turning into a scaly fish-eyed thing, something I had never known him to do. A fresh load of burning spunk criss-crossed my heaving breasts, setting me off again. By this time I caught my breath, he was wiping the last droplets onto my thigh and then lay down on the floor beside me, struggling to catch his breath, flopping around like a a fish caught on the shore. After it was over, I was still in shock. Brian and I had never done anything like that in our five years of marriage. Perhaps that was one of the reasons I'd cheated on him in the first place. I was looking for something different and exciting. Little did I know that all I had to do was confess my cheating to get my husbands' Innsmouth heriatage to show! ANOTHER PARODY FROM THE SERVANTS OF THE ANCIENT ONES ******************************************************** If there are moral facts, then all we philosophers have to do is figure out what they are, live according to them, teach them to others and be out of a job. Repeat after me: THERE ARE NO MORAL FACTS..... LUCKY STRIKE (tdc@hopper.unh.edu) Seeking Chain-Smoking Philosopher's Self-Help Group ********************************************************