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The Curse of 4chan Anonymous
A quick update
Previous chapters 1-16:
http://rapidshare.com/files/20285110/The_curse_of_4chan__Chapters_1-16.zip.html
New chapter to follow immediately:
>> Chapter 17 (Insemination) Anonymous
Moar straightened her wig in the bathroom mirror as she finished giving Milf instructions, “When the delivery man arrives, sign for the bed. Breastfeed Mistress for half an hour, once every three hours until I return. For the remainder of the time, fornicate with Mistress as much as possible, but remember not to release her no matter what she says. If she asks you to change positions then do as she requests, but not if it involves releasing her. If Mistress soils herself, stop and clean her up before continuing. Feel free to use the toilet whenever you need”. Moar tucked the hamster ball with Bump in it under her arm and proceeded to the door. “Bye bye”, called out Bump, as she waved goodbye to Anonymous and Milf. Moar closed the door behind her as she walked Bump out to the car. “Is it going to start again soon?” Bump asked Moar. “Yes, it will”, Moar replied, “We will be fixing it this afternoon, but until then I will need you to try to stay as silent as possible so that you are not discovered while I work. Can you do that?”. “I think so”, Bump answered, as Moar buckled the hamster ball into the passenger side car seat. She started the engine and drove away, down the dirt road that lead to their house.
>> Anonymous
Anonymous was still chained to the four corners of the bed. The batteries had run out on the vibrator, so Moar had removed it. The chains were tight, and Anonymous had no way to gratify herself. She could not touch herself, and with her legs spread far apart, she had nothing to grind her frustrated penis and vagina against. Moar had secured a diaper to her, to make her easier to care for, but it gave her no stimulation. Her erect penis stuck out the top of it and rest above her belly. It was hard, and it trembled when she did. She wanted release, she needed release. She lay there tearful, waiting for anything or anyone to come and touch her. Milf entered the room, and Anonymous smiled when she saw her. Her eyes widened, and the veins on her hardened dick flexed. “Milf, I want to fuck.”, Anonymous chirped with glee, “Now. Now. Hurry.” Milf approached the bed and climbed up on it. As she moved across it's surface, a web of stick cum lifted with each crawling hand and knee step. Milf straddled Anonymous over her stomach. Anonymous could not see past Milf, but she knew Milf had to be only inches from her hard frustrated penis. Milf leaned forward, “I have been told to feed you”, and she pressed the nipple of one of her enormous breasts into Anonymous'es face. Anonymous started to cry under the breasts, her sobs muffled and blocked by the mushy flesh. She gave in and started to suckle from it. She hoped that if she finished quickly, Milf might give her what she wanted. Anonymous could not see a clock, but Milf could. Despite Anonymous'es efforts and hurrying, Milf followed the clock closely. After fifteen minutes, Milf pulled her wet nipple from Anonymous'es mouth. Anonymous was ready, she knew she was getting sex now. Milf inserted the nipple from her other breast into Anonymous'es mouth, assuring her that it was only half over.
>> Anonymous
Fifteen more minus pass, and Milf made no delay in getting to work. She removed her nipple from Anonymous'es mouth, and started to reposition herself. Anonymous still had the diaper on, but the amount that stuck out of the top was more than enough for Milf. Mild lowered herself on Anonymous'es body, gently pressing her pussy against the tip of Anonymous'es dick. With one slow deliberate motion, Milf slid Anonymous inter herself. Milf rotated herself, resting the enormous Breasts onto anonymous, and supporting her weight with them. Anonymous could feel Milf on the end of her penis, slowly moving forward and backward, but all she could see was breasts. The breasts had been softened by miking, so they deformed and mushed readily. She breasts covered Anonymous from chest to face, stopping just below her nose. All she could see was Milf's breasts and face, but what she could see wasn't what she cared about, what she cared about was the activity on the tip of her penis. Milf had spent the previous day being fucked mercilessly by Anonymous, and had learned just how sensitive Anonymous had become. Milf took advantage of that knowledge and moved very slowly, only enough to keep Anonymous on the edge of release, but never allowing her to cum. Anonymous was more frustrated than ever, but could voice no protest through the massive breasts. On and on they continued, Milf slowly sliding up and down over Anonymous, pivoting on her knees and breasts, bed quietly squeaking beneath them.
>> Anonymous
Bump was sitting with her legs crossed, in her hamster ball. She covered her face with her hands as she rocked frustratingly forwards and backwards. It had started a little while after Moar had removed her from the car, and was still going on two hours later. The day went by slowly, as Moar continued to watch the clock. She hadn't had very many visitors or phone calls yet, which was good because each interaction was a potential opportunity to loose Bump's cover from the darkness below Moar's cubicle desk. Bump let a little peep of a moan escape, which was a sign to Moar that something was going on at the house. It could been a change of position, or just an escalation of activity. It was impossible to know what exactly was happening, except that Bump was effected by it. Regardless, there was nothing Moar could do about at the moment. All she could do was watch the clock and wait. In another hour she expected there to be a thirty minute feeding break, and Bump would be able to relax. With any luck Moar could overlap it into her lunch break and feed Bump a little before it started again. Moar looked around to make sure nobody was looking at her. The area was clear, so she peeked beneath her desk. Of course Bump had not changed her activity in a while, but Moar looked in to be sure Bump was safe, and because Moar was board, and Bump looked cute writhing around.
>> Anonymous
The truck drove quickly down the dirt road. The driver knew that if he could just get a few more deliveries done, he could call it quits early in the day. It was Monday, and he would rather be anywhere but working. Even though the rain from the weekend had ended, the road was still slick with mud and puddles. The truck swerved and shimmied as it barreled down the path towards the small trailer house in the distance, eventually reaching it and stopping in the muddy clearing in front of the house. The driver grabbed his clipboard and stepped down from the truck. Watching the ground he stepped around two deep indentations that looked slightly reminiscent of snow angels. To the side he could see a child size inflatable above ground pool, covered with a tarpaulin. As he approached the house, he could hear faint sounds of activity inside. He stood on the first step near the front door, silently listening to a rhythmic thumping sound coming from inside. Finally he knocked on the door. The thumping sound quickened, and then stopped. After a moment of silence, he could hear the faint sound of foot steps approaching the door. The lock rattled, then the doorknob turned. The delivery man took one step back down on the the ground, to allow room for the door to swing open. The door opened, and standing in the doorway was a woman.
>> Anonymous
She was an older woman, and her slender body was naked head to toe, and covered with sticky goo. The strong smell of cum poured out of the house. The woman had blond hair, pulled back into a bun on the back of her head, and wore thick glasses. The glasses were completely covered with both dried and wet cum, to the point that it was impossible to see the woman's eyes behind them. Cum dripped off her chin and down her neck, settling into a pool held by the cleavage of her massive breasts. The breasts themselves were glossy with wetness, and below them descended a shiny trail, down her stomach and into her pubic hair. Her labia dangled between her legs, dripping at a steady pace. Streams of moist cum dribbled down her inner thighs, all the way down her legs. She left wet footprints, and a puddle was forming under her on the step she stood on. “You're here to deliver the bed?”, the woman inquired. The delivery man stood silent for a moment, “Uh, yeah. Yeah, the bed. It's in the back of the truck”. Pausing to think, he handed the woman the clipboard, then walked to the back of the truck. Now out of her line of sight, he adjusted himself, then opened the back of the truck. The mechanical lift made wheeling the large boxes easy, but preoccupation with thoughts of and the sight of the naked woman made the work take longer than usual. “Is that the last box?”, the woman asked, as the delivery man leaned the last mattress up against the front of the house. “Yes”, the man replied, standing as if he were unsure of what to do next. The woman handed the clipboard back to the delivery man, and went back into the house. He stood there, finished with his work, but still thinking of the woman. He was jogged from his daydream when a rhythmic thumping sound starting coming from the house. The delivery man entered his truck and drove away, still with many deliveries ahead of him.
>> Anonymous
Moar pulled into the front of the house and parked. She unbuckled Bump's hamster ball from the passenger side seat, and carried it with her as she stepped out of the car. Bump had been calm for several minutes now, which signaled what Moar estimated to be the third feeding of the day. If she could just complete her last preparations in time, she could be ready before activity started again. As she walked past the pool, she threw back the tarp and looked inside. The cubes of cum had melted. There were still some smalled frozen chunks floating around, but it was mostly melted, and that was enough for what Moar had in mind. She unlocked the door and entered the house. Moar placed Bump's ball in a bowl on the counter in the kitchen, and then walked quickly to the bathroom. Moar removed her clothing and wig, and looked into the bedroom where Anonymous was held. Milf was straddling Anonymous. She had just finished feeding her, and was positioning herself to fuck her one more time. As she brushed lightly on the tip of Anonymous'es penis, Moar interrupted. “It's time to stop now. Go clean the living room”. Milf immediately stopped and dismounted Anonymous and the bed. “Come back”, Anonymous called out, as Milf left the room. Moar leaned forward and kissed the tip of Anonymous'es penis. She immediately had her undivided attention. “I'm going to release you from the bed now Mistress”, Moar said, “I have prepared the pool for us”.
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>>360517

>>Moar said, “I have prepared the pool for us”.

Man, its just going to be closed anyway. =|
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whats the pool and what are these chapters good writer?
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The kiddie pool from chapters 15 and 16.
>> Chapter 18 (Naughtiness) Anonymous
Anonymous was being held in bed by four sets of thick leather cuffs. Each set was attached to one of her limbs, and also to the bars that made up the rod-iron headboard and footboard. Moar started by releasing the bed end of the cuffs that held Anonymous'es left leg. She took the cuff and attached it to Anonymous'es right leg. She then released the bed end of the cuff that kept Anonymous'es right leg attached to the bed, and reattached it to the left leg. Anonymous'es legs were now free of the bed, but were cuffed together by the two different sets of cuffs. Anonymous wiggled in her restraints, anxious for her release. Moar climed up onto the bed and released Anonymous'es left arm. Anonymous immediately tried to use it to force Moar towards her frustrated penis, but Moar had better leverage and managed to wrestled her arm to the opposite side of the bed, where she attached the cuff to Anonymous'es right arm. Even though her arms and legs were bound, Anonymous prepared herself to pounce on Moar as soon as the last arm was released. The look in her eyes made her intentions obvious to Moar, so Moar decided to take measures to pacify her. Moar sat with her back to Anonymous'es arms, pinning them gently to the headboard. She could reach the cuffs by reaching under her arm, but needed a distraction. Moar slid her bare foot down the bed and gently brushed against Anonymous'es erect penis. Anonymous looked down to see what had touched her. Moar continued rubbing with her foot, lightly gripping the head of the penis between her toes, then releasing them. Gently Moar stroked up and down the length of the shaft as she was quietly releasing the final cuff from the headboard and affixing it to the other arm. Anonymous was still very sensitive, and before long she came. A stream of goo fired from the tip, between Moar's toes, and sprayed onto her already sticky stomach and breasts.
>> Anonymous
Moar quickly rolled off the bed. Anonymous saw her and tried to make a grab, but it was too late, and Moar was out of her reach. Anonymous slid herself over to the edge of the bed and managed to stand. Moar had put some distance between anonymous and herself. Anonymous made short hops across the floor attempting to reach Moar. Hopping and short steps were all she could manage with the cuffs holding her ankles so close together. Her erect penis bounced up and down like a spring with every hop, flicking drips of sticky cum in random directions. Moar led Anonymous out of the bedroom, and towards the front door. Moar backed down the front steps and watched as Anonymous approached. Moar grasped Anonymous by the wrists and helped her keep her balance as she hopped down the stairs. Moar continued to lead Anonymous towards the kiddie pool. Anonymous hobbling in small steps, making her futile effort to catch up with Moar. Moar stepped backwards into the pool of thawed cum. It was still frigid, and it reached just below her knees. A chill ran through her immediately, and she struggled as she forced herself to step in with her other foot. Anonymous followed up the edge of the pool. She couldn't step over the edge, but she was determined to chase Moar regardless. Moar tried to slow Anonymous, but Anonymous threw herself over the edge and into the kiddie pool. With a spash she disappeared below the shallow surface, splashing a wave of frigid cum against Moar. Moar lost her footing, and fell backwards, nearly submerging, but not entirely. Cold permeated her spine, momentarily paralyzing her with surprise. She immediately thought of Anonymous, and threw herself forward, crawling and searching of the submerged and bound Anonymous. She felt the place where Anonymous had landed, but found nothing. To the left, nothing. To the right, nothing. She felt panic rise within her.
>> Anonymous
“Ah ha!”, Anonymous yelled, sneaking up on and surprising Moar from behind. Anonymous threw herself onto Moar, pinning her against the floppy inflated side of the pool. Even the frigid pool of cum and floating frozen cubes could not distract Anonymous from her lust. With her knees she held Moar's legs in place, and with her body and elbows she pushed Moar down, forcing Moar to put all her effort into avoiding being submerged. Anonymous pushed the end of her penis between Moar's but cheeks, probing for the location she intended as her target. It settled into the opening of Moar's asshole, and Anonymous started to thrust. Anonymous pushed hard and fast, and Moar did not resist her. She slid in easily and gained several inches of depth. Violently she pumped into Moar, faster and faster, splashing cum and sending waves across the pool. Anonymous started to cum almost immediately, but just as before, it offered none of the release that it should have. Moar had lured Anonymous into the pool for a purpose, but she needed her hands free. Unfortunately Moar's hand were occupied with keeping her head from being submerged. She needed to free her hands, but it would mean she had to complete her task without air. Moar thought about her situation, considering her options as Anonymous pumped into her. Finally she decided. Moar dropped to her elbows, letting her head submerge below the surface. Anonymous continued to pound Moar's ass mercilessly, oblivious to Moar's situation.
>> Anonymous
A minute passed, and bubbles started to rise to the surface near Moar. The bubbles continued, spreading across the pool, covering it with a thick sticky foam. Steam started to rise from the surface, and the cum within the pool slowly turned dark. First it grew gray, then turned black. Anonymous suddenly stopped. It was like waking up from a dream, and she suddenly realized where she was and what she was doing. Anonymous pulled out of Moar and unpinned her. She struggled to lift Moar above the surface of the pool, but the cuffs made it difficult. Moar's head rose above the cum, Anonymous holding her up. A moment passed motionless, then movement. Moar coughed and gagged. She gasped for breath and panted as she rested. “Moar, are you all right?”, asked Anonymous, as she rested her head against Moar's. “Yes Mistress”, Moar replied, “are you recovered now?”. “Um yeah”, Anonymous said, “I'm so sorry Moar, I don't know what came over me. Damn, my dick hurts. Is it possible to have too much sex?”. Moar started to stand up, “I will treat you wounds inside Mistress. Please come with me”. Moar helped Anonymous stand up. They were drenched in the blackened cum from head to toe, their features nearly impossible to see through it's glistening surface. “Please be careful not to swallow any of this Mistress.” Moar said as she stepped out of the pool, “The sauce has been diluted into it, and when ingested it would behave as a strong aphrodisiac”. Moar helped Anonymous out of the pool and up the stairs into the house, as they made their way to the shower in the bathroom. “Hey Moar”, Anonymous stated with a mischievous grin on her face, “lets be sure to save all that jizz in the pool. I think I may have a solution to our money troubles”.
>> ~Caine!
WTF???
WORDS!!!
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How often do you fap to your own story btw?
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>>361319
Never. Only some of the themes are of interest to me, and the rest is gratuitous. It's not arousing enough to me, possibly for the same reason that people can't tickle themselves.
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>>361322
Truth. I've written for Fictionmania occasionally, and I can never fap to my own stuff afterward. Usually makes me hot as hell when I'm writing it, though.
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