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Computer Stories

By: alan55



This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. It is for your entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.

There are a number of chapters planned for this series. I know it will be hard to categorize the content of each chapter because some chapters will contain elements of multiple categories. The series itself will contain elements of Science Fiction, Loving Couples, Erotic Couplings, Mind Control, and NonConsent, to name a few. Some chapters will be somewhat tame and others a little rough. If you disagree with the plot of a story, that's up to you. They were not written to take objection to or to condone a particular life style. 

If you like any of the chapters, let me know (and give it a good rating - lol). If you have some ideas for a story plot, talk to me and I might give it a shot at incorporating your idea. 

I know chapter 01 is a little un-interesting, from an erotic standpoint, but it is necessary background information to succeeding chapters so bear with me. I promise, things will pick up. 

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Jerry Waters was one of those kinds of guys that had semi-geek label attached to him most of his life. He wasn't all that great, athletically speaking, but he seemed to have a way with gadgets and computers. Of course, this wasn't the kind of thing that attracted girls his age so his social life was pretty dull. He was interested in the girls but they just weren't interested in him. 

It's not that he was bad looking. He really did look pretty good. It's just that he just didn't seem to have that chick magnetism that a lot of the other guys had. Maybe it was the color of his steel blue eyes or his sandy red hair. Whatever it was, he didn't have much luck with the opposite sex. This kind of left him physically conflicted. His 18th birthday was just 2 weeks ago and his 5'10", 160 lb body was pulsing with hormones. With no steady girlfriend to find release with, his usual resort was some of his dad's old Playboys and a solo hand job. 

His dad made an 'average' income and were not too bad off. You would have thought that meant that Jerry would have had a game system or something but his parents were the kind that held the belief that you'd have a much better appreciation for something if you paid for it yourself.

His dad had told him that he would have Internet access set up for Jerry if Jerry bought his own PC. I guess the idea was "I'll do half and you provide the other half'. Up until his birthday, he wasn't even close to having enough to buy his own computer. It was the birthday money that put him close to what he needed. 

For more than a month, he'd been stopping by the big electronics stores, drooling over the 'latest and greatest' on the shelf. Even with expected money from his birthday, he knew it would be a long time before he'd be able to afford one of those gigabyte processors, with tons of memory.

It was on a fateful Saturday morning that he happened to walk by the old curio shop a couple blocks from home. He'd been in the store before and knew what to expect of the kind of stuff the place sold. In some respects, it was almost like a cross between a pawn store and a place that sold off stuff when people died. 

The owner of the store, Wilford Rogers, was a crusty old codger. He looked like he was in his late 80's, with a wiry body and wrinkled up face and hands. He had a nice enough disposition and had grown accustomed to Jerry's frequent visits. Jerry had known him so long that he almost thought of Wilford as the grandfather he never knew. The two of them had got along so well that Jerry sometimes shared what was on his mind. Today's visit was no different. 

While slowly strolling through the store, gazing at the latest oddities, Jerry happened to mention how much he had dreamed of owning one of the super fast computers at the big electronics store in the mall but couldn't afford it. It was at that moment the Wilford's eyes lit up.

"Son, I know it's not what you are hoping to own but I just got a consignment in this morning. I think it was from the estate of that reclusive scientist that died last week. I seem to remember there was something that looked like a computer but I haven't had a chance to sort through everything to see what's there. How about you go into the back storeroom and take a look for yourself?"

Jerry wasn't all that enthusiastic about the prospect of wading through boxes and boxes of old junk, but since he didn't have much else to do, maybe it was worth taking a look. If not for himself, maybe he could at least give Wilford and idea as to how much it was worth to sell.

In the back storeroom, there were boxes piled everywhere. It took Jerry quite a bit of looking before he finally found a box marked Computer Parts. Peering into the box, there was an old style PC, keyboard, mouse, and monitor. Jerry surmised it to be at least 20 years old. Jerry's initial reaction was that it was probably worth more for scrap than what it was originally intended for.

While pondering this nearly antique assemblage of electronic parts, Jerry was brought back to reality by Wilford's withered hand on his shoulder. 

"Give me $10 for the whole box and it will save me thee trouble of carrying it out to the dumpster."

A vintage computer was not what Jerry had on his mind when he walked into the store a half hour ago but figured $10 wasn't all that much to pay for something to tinker with. Wilford even loaned Jerry a small dolly to wheel it home.

Within an hour, Jerry had it home, sitting on the table next to his TV. 

For a time Jerry was almost afraid to plug it in, fearing it would short out and turn into a molten mess. Curiosity finally won out and his finger found the power switch. Jerry cautiously watched as lights flickered and the hard drive came to life. Instead of an instant display of characters, the monitor slowly came to life, like sluggish car engine in 20 below weather. There was an occasional crackle as bits of dust inside the case got blown around, finding bare electrical contacts. 

"Jezzz, I should have known to open the case up and blow the dust out of it."

Shutting it down, Jerry grabbed his screwdriver and had the case opened up in just a matter of minutes. 

"Wow, this thing really is vintage." 

The hard drive and power supply were recognizable but the motherboard had a strange configuration. Sitting right next to the CPU was another unidentifiable electronic part that Jerry couldn't identify. The only thing Jerry could figure was that was some kind of auxiliary processor. 

With all the dust blown out and the case buttoned back up again, Jerry nursed his oddity back to life again. What software was on the system was pretty old. There were a few simple games and some office productivity programs on the hard drive. The biggest puzzler was the word processor. It was nothing like he'd ever seen. There were commands like ALTER, DELAY EXECUTION, FREEZE, INTENSIFY, MAGNIFY, ENHANCE. Some of the commands had shortcuts to keys on the keyboard. This was going to be a challenge to figure out how to work with the software, seeing as how there were no manuals for reference assistance. 

Jerry was about to dive into the help menu when alarm clock sounded. Jerry had set his alarm to watch an old re-run of the Twilight Zone. The Twilight Zone was one of his fascinations. Some of the plot twists were really good. Even if you had seen the same episode a number of times, you never failed to admire the irony of the ending. With the remote in hand, jerry settled back in his old, familiar easy chair.   

This afternoon's episode was about a small town newspaper, whose readership was dwindling to the point that the newspaper was about to close up for good. The man who normally was in charge of setting type, just up and quit. This seemed like the last straw for the owner of the newspaper. The only thing to do was hope that the Help Wanted sign for typesetter would bring in somebody to apply for the job. Within 20 minutes of putting the sign in the window, a wiry old man walked in, grabbed the sign and said "I'm your man". A quick test of the man's skills confirmed he did indeed have the qualifications to run a typesetting machine. Now all that was needed were stories to print. 

It wasn't until the next day, when the old typesetter brought in his own typesetting machine that the newspaper business started to pick up. At first the old man was cranking out the usual small town trivia. The following week, the articles in the newspaper seemed to have a darker side to them. There was the item about the house fire at the Wilkins place, the dog that was run over by a truck and killed, and the man that fell off a roof while doing repair work. 

It seemed like such a strange coincidence that all the bad stuff was happening shortly after the new typesetter started working for the paper. On one hand, the paper's owner felt bad about the stuff that was happening but on the other hand, business had doubled as people wanted to read about the latest happenings. 

One afternoon, the editor happened to read the latest copy of what was about to be printed. At first the editor thought it was a mistake. It was talking about a large tree coming down in the town square at noon, crushing the band gazebo. What didn't make sense was that it was still 11:55 in the morning and the tree was still standing across the street from the newspaper's front window. 

The editor was about question the typesetter about the obvious mistake when the unmistakable cracking of wood could be heard, followed by a earthshaking thud. A quick glance out the window confirmed that the large, 200 yr old oak tree that had been standing in the town square, had come crashing down, flattening the gazebo. 

The editor dashed out the door to survey the damage, still holding onto the advance copy of the paper describing the event in detail. There just seemed like no logical explanation for it to have happened just as the paper had described.

The stunned editor quizzed the typesetter. His response was that he had noticed the tree leaning in that direction, and with the rain soaked earth, it was a forgone conclusion that it would happen soon. He had written the story in advance so that it would be hot-off-the-press when it actually did happen. 

In the coming week, these strange, unexplainable differences happened more frequently. Things were being written up before then even happened. It was like what was being typed on the old man's typesetting machine was coming true because of the machine. Late one night, the editor was cleaning up before closing up for the night. As he passed by the composing desk, he looked down at what appeared to an article for the next day's paper. The article talked about a fatal car accident 20 miles form town that happened at 9:00 pm. To his horror, the victim was his wife. 

The editor looked at the clock on the wall. It was 10 minutes till 9:00. No time to rush out to warn his wife. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the typesetting machine and got an idea.

Quickly he sat down at the typesetter and began typing. His fingers nearly flew over the keys, as each letter dropped into place. Out on the road, the editor's wife was seconds away from a dangerous curve on the road. It was an extremely dangerous curve. One side was a near vertical wall of rock from the mountain, the other was a 200 ft drop. Mis-calculate and you would crash through the flimsy wooden guardrail. 

As the editor's wife rounded the curve, a deer wandered onto the roadway. The car swerved, barely missing the deer. The tires howled in protest, fighting to grip the road, coming closer and closer to the guardrail, resulting in the drop over the edge. Inches from the guardrail, the tires finally found traction allowing the woman to steer back onto the road and come to a complete stop. Although shaken, the editor's wife was still in one piece.

Back in the newspaper office, the editor had just finished reading the last word of what he had keyed about an ALMOST fatal accident. Thirty minutes later the editor was embracing his shaken, but alive, wife. The next morning the typesetting machine was crated and wheeled out the door. 

Jerry had been so engrossed in the show, he have failed to hear the deteriorating weather outside. A blinding flash and loud thunder-clap brought him back to reality. In a split second, there was a blue arc from the TV to the computer case next to it. There was a crackling sound inside the computer case, along with a small whiff of smoke. 

Panic set in, then astonishment, as the monitor flickered for a second and then stabilized. A quick check of the system revealed that everything was ok.

Jerry was about to open up the computer case when his mother called him to come downstairs for dinner. Jerry shut off the TV but left the computer on. As Jerry wolfed down generous portions of lasagna at the dining room table, upstairs, inside the computer case, the unidentified electronic component near the CPU started to glow a faint red.

In the coming days, Jerry found the word processor application easy to use. He had read some articles, of an erotic nature, and thought maybe he could try his hand at writing.

He wondered what he could write about, and then it came to him. Maybe a fantasy story about his mom might help relieve some of the tension between his mother and himself, and his mother and father.

And so, Jerry began to write . . . .

Continued in chapter 02 

Computer Stories Ch. 02



Jerry's parents re-ignite the fire

This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.

I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is the special component inside Jerry's computer. 

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Jerry Waters is slightly geeky kind of guy who one day acquires a computer with some interesting properties. He is using his computer to write erotic stories without fully realizing what is happening around him.

When we last left him, a strange twist of fate has activated an interesting 'feature' on his 'antique' computer . . . .

Jerry's home life seemed devoid of anything exciting most of the time. His own social life was just about nil and his parents just seemed like brother and sister to each other. The passionate fire that had once dominated their love life, seem to be but a faint glow these days.

Oh sure, they went out to eat, a movie, or some other social event but it seemed more like they did it more to keep up appearances than because there was any passion to it.

Jerry's parents had their ritual end-of-the-month dinner night out planned for this coming Saturday night. As Jerry sat in his room on Saturday morning watching TV, he got to thinking. 

"What ever happened to the passionate romance that mom and dad used to have?" 

The more he thought about it the more it bothered him. Maybe if he wrote a fantasy story, it might take his mind off how dull things were.

With that in mind, he sat down at his very old computer, opened up the word processor and began to type . . . .

* * * * *

Typing away . . .

"For a couple in their late 30's there should have been more of a romantic fire in their marriage but it just seemed like more like roommates than husband and wife. Oh sure, they had weekends when they would go out to dinner and such but it was a far cry from a 'hot date' like so many years ago." 

* * * *

As Jerry typed away on his computer, his mother Pam was busy in the Master Bedroom deciding on what well-worn dress to wear to dinner this Saturday night. She didn't know where the idea came from, it just seemed to pop into her head. She had a sudden urge to go shopping.

Grabbing her purse and car keys, she was out the door without a word that she was leaving. With Jerry preoccupied, he didn't even notice his mother had left. He just busily typed away. 

Not really knowing where or why she was going, she found herself in a dress shop she hadn't been in for more than 15 years. Like a Victoria's Secret, it stocked some of the most provocative dresses and under garments available for 200 miles. It didn't take long to make up her mind what she wanted. Within an hour she was back home, laying out her purchases on the bed. 

In the den downstairs, Jerry's dad Mike suddenly had a change of plans. Instead of the all-you-can-eat buffet that he and Pam went to on their dinner night out, he dug out the phone book to look up the number for the steak-and-lobster restaurant on the edge of town so he could make reservations. He didn't know what came over him to make the switch but it just seemed to be the thing to do.

* * * * 

The words just seemed to flow as Jerry's fingers traced across the keyboard . . . 

"They didn't know what made them change their minds. Maybe it was a mutual realization that things had gotten way too dull in their marriage and a romantic dinner was a good start toward spicing things up. When she realized her closet was devoid of anything really 'sexy', a quick shopping trip was what was required. 

After a quick shower, shaving her legs, and a quick trim below, she found herself looking at her own reflection in the full length mirror. Here was this trim 5'7' brunette, with a killer figure and firm breasts, dressed in a velvet soft mid-calf dress that hugged her body like a glove. There was only the barest hint of a panty line. Her thigh highs accented her toned legs. 

In the den, her freshly shaved husband of 19 years awaited her. His workouts at the gym three times a week kept his 5'10" frame in relatively good condition. His larger than average hands traced through his dark brown locks, pushing stray hairs back in place, as he slowly paced the floor, waiting for his wife to make her appearance."

* * * * *

Jerry was so engrossed in his writing that he hardly noticed his mother tell him she was leaving and there were some snacks in the fridge if he was hungry.

Down in the den, Mike was flipping through some channels on the TV when he felt Pam's fingers wrap around his waist from behind, followed by a nibble on his ear. He had almost forgotten how intoxicating her 'special occasion' perfume smelled. Now it brought back memories of times past.

Neither mike or Pam seemed to know what had gotten into them, they just seemed to be going along for the ride, not knowing exactly where things were leading. It seemed like they were being pulled along by some unseen force, playing out a script they were not accustomed to following in the recent past. While not knowing where it was leading, they seemed to feel it was ok to go ahead and lose themselves in the part.

* * * *

Jerry's fingers continued to type . . .

"As her husband opened the car door, she slipped in sideways in the seat, giving a quick glimpse of the barest of material where her legs met. After swinging her legs in, her husband closed the door, wondering if it was what he thought he saw between his wife's toned legs. As he made his way around the back of the car to the driver's side door, he had to reach down and shift the growing bulge in his pants. 

After putting the car in gear, he rested his free hand on his wife's thigh at the bottom edge of her dress. This was unusual for him to do and since there were no objections, he took it as a sign that his advances were not going to be shunned like usual. The warmth of her leg encouraged him to gently rub up and down her thigh. Each stroke of his hand upwards came closer and closer to her crotch. 

For her, her husband's hand on her thigh seemed to elevate her pulse. Any other time she would have brushed his hand away but for some reason, tonight she actually looked forward to having his hand finally brush against her crotch. She actually started to open her legs and twist her body to allow him more access.

Just as his hand almost touched her panties, they pulled into the restaurant parking lot. The bulge in his pants was quite obvious and he was glad he was wearing a suit coat to help cover it. 

As he made his way to the passenger side of the car to open the door for his wife, she took the opportunity to tug the hem of her dress down to a respectable length on her thighs.

Having been seated in a dimly lit corner booth, drinks and food ordered, there was time for some 'lovers' small talk. His hand again rested on her thigh, just at the hem of her dress, rubbing in small gentle movements, savoring the feel of her hose encased legs. The dim light, coupled with the dark draped tablecloth, obscured the stirring in his loins.

Without missing a beat in their conversation, his fingers quickly found her crotch. To his amazement, he realized he was touching bare skin. Maybe her panties had shifted to one side somehow. With 3 fingers now rubbing he mound, he realized that the outside fingers were touching cloth and the middle finger was in contact with bare skin. He had heard of split crotch panties but up until now, his wife had flatly refused to even consider wearing any.

With this new found revelation, his middle finger began to trace up and down her slit. Soon after, he noticed his wife's hand had found the bulge in his pants and was stroking his cock through the material.

Two glasses of wine later, the food finally was set before them and their foreplay came to a halt so they would have both hands free to eat with."

* * * * * 

All that typing and thinking of food in the story he was writing made Jerry hungry. 

Bounding down the stairs to the kitchen, he grabbed a pizza out of the freezer and popped it in the oven. In 15 minutes, he was sitting down to a warm pizza in one hand and a cold pop in the other. Saturday's usually meant having leftovers for dinner but tonight a pizza really hit the spot. Besides, his parents weren't home to decide whether to dish out leftovers so why not break the habit and have something different on a Saturday night for a change.

At the restaurant, Mike and Pam had just settled in to a juicy steak and lobster dinner, after already having downed a couple of glasses of wine. 

For some reason the juicy warmth of his medium rare steak reminded him of Pam's slick pussy, where his fingers had just been. Before he took his first bite of steak, Mike licked his fingers, savoring Pam's juices.

It had taken Pam a few minutes after her plate was put in front of her before she could calm down enough to begin to eat. The fat tail of the lobster in front of her seemed to remind her of what she had in her hand before the food had made it to the table.

A part of Pam's brain told her the foreplay that Mike and her had engaged in over the last 30 minutes, was not something she would normally comfortable with but another part of her brain was soaking in the erotic feelings she was experiencing.

* * * * * 

Scarfing down the last slice of pizza, Jerry returned to his computer and started typing again. The 'extra' component inside the PC glowed a warm red.

"As the husband and wife finished up their dinner, another glass of wine helped loosen things up even more. His fingers once again found his wife's moist pussy and she had once again found the hard bulge in his pants.

Downing the last of the wine, they paid for their dinner and walked back to the car. When the wife slipped into the passenger seat, she took her time shifting her legs inside the car, making sure her husband got a good view.

Once inside the car, the husband found more encouragement for amorous advances. The Hem of her skirt was higher than normal, her legs spread further apart than normal. Her anxiousness was even more evident as her fingers quickly found the bulge in his pants and began to stroke it through the material.

He originally planned to make a beeline back home be the urgency of the situation seemed like the most expedient thing to do was grab a room at the hotel next door to the restaurant. 

Within 3 minutes both of them were standing at the check-in desk and in another 2 minutes, had raced each other to the room, unlocked the door, and were standing on the other side of the door. 

* * * * * 

At home, Jerry totally oblivious to anything but what he was typing on the screen. 

In the hotel room, Jerry's parents were in the process of stripping off each other's clothes. Mike wasn't sure what had come over him tonight but things were going so well, why object.

Pam also wasn't sure what had gotten into her tonight. This just wasn't like her at all. First the sexy outfit, then the foreplay in the car and the restaurant, now she couldn't move fast enough at getting her dress off. 

When Mike looked up, what stood in front of him was this ravishing woman, dressed only in a sheer, black half-bra and sheer, black split-crotch panties. No wasting any time, Mike reached out to take hold of the firm breasts in from of him. As his fingers tugged at her nipples, Pam let out a soft moan. 

Pulling her closer, his lips meeting hers in a hot embrace. Pam's passionate exhale was the opportunity Mike needed for his tongue to begin a fierce duel with Pam's. 

When Mike let Pam catch her breath she momentarily broke free of his grasp. It was then she realized he still had his boxers on and something had to be done to remedy that. Sinking to her knees, she grabbed each side of his boxers, pulling them down in a puddle at his feet. With nothing to restrain it, Mike's 8 inch cock stood straight out, pointing at her face.

In al their years of marriage, Pam had never really had her face this close to his cock. She had always be an 'old fashioned' kind of gal when it came to sex. On their wedding night, Pam had made it clear to Mike that the only kind of sex she was interested in was the 'missionary' position. Don't even talk about doing it any other way, and especially thought oral and anal sex was nasty.

Those same thoughts passed through her mind, while at the same time, she just couldn't shake the desire to take a taste of the large purple cock head waiving just inches from her face. 

Before she even realized what she was doing, her tongue shot out to flick across the soft purple flesh. Yumm, this didn't seem so bad after all. Inching forward, her mouth opened enough so that Mike's cock head slipped gently past her lips. Her brain was telling her this was all wrong but her mouth was telling her it was exactly what she should be doing to please Mike.

Of course Mike was thoroughly enjoying this entirely new experience. Pam was the only woman he's ever had sex with, which meant having a woman give him a blowjob was a totally new experience and the sensation was awesome. 

Pam's tongue began to lap at the cock in her mouth as her lips slowly bobbed up and down its length. He fingers instinctively reached to gently fondle Mike's balls. It didn't take long to have him on the brink. What finally did it was when Pam stuffed his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. Pam's gag reflex constriction on his cock is what did it and streams of cum rushed up the length of his shaft. 

Pam pulled back till just the head of Mike's cock was still in her mouth at the instant her mouth was flooded the searing hot gobs of cum. Normally she would have been thoroughly repulsed at having Mikes cum even on her fingers, yet here she was gulping it down like it was water and she was dying of thirst. 

After a few minutes, Mike looked down at his beautiful wife to see his still semi-hard cock, dripping with cum, slide out of her mouth. As she stood to her feet, she gave him a mischievous grin as she licked the remaining traces of cum off her lips.

* * * * 

Mike was close to the climax of his story.

"As soon as his beautiful wife had sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, it was time to return the favor. 

Pushing her back on the bed, the husband pushed her legs apart, dipped his face down to his wife's soft pussy, and began to plant soft kisses around the outside lips. She was mouthing "No, No" but her body was saying "Yes". 

When his tongue started lapping between her pussy lips, she arched her hips up to meet it, driving his tongue deeper into her pussy. It was when he started nibbling on her clit that she really went wild. He legs locked around his back and her hands grabbed the back of his head and forced his mouth deeper into her slit. 

He mind was in turmoil. Her upbringing told her this was so nasty, yet it felt so good. In the end, her body won out and her husband had to hold on tight to keep her thrashing body from bouncing off the bed.

By now he was fully recovered, his cock fully hard again. As soon as his wife released her death-grip on his head, he stood up, he aimed his ridged pole at the tunnel where his mouth had just been probing, and slammed all 8 inches into one swift motion. The sudden impalement took her breath away, while making her insides feeling like a telephone pole had been shoved up inside her. 

She didn't have long to ponder the situation, s her husband started sawing his cock in and out of her pussy roughly. 

Why had she been so afraid of rough sex before yet now she craved it?

She didn't have long to think of anything else as her climax was building fast. She sensed her husband was about to cum and this only hastened her orgasm. Her husband let out a primal grunt, while at the same time filling her steamy pussy with cum. The first shot triggered her own climax and her cunt walls clamped around her husband's cock like a pulsating vice. Her spent husband rolled off her a few minutes later. 

After a 20 minute rest to recharge, they were back at it again, only this in various other positions. First is was 'cowgirl', then from behind, and finally with the full length of his cock pumping her ass. Each new position just seemed to pop into their brain, without any thought that it was taboo to try it.

At 8:00 AM, they showered, dressed, and left for home just a few miles away.

* * * * *

When Mike and Pam walked into the house at 9:00 AM on Sunday morning, they found Jerry sound asleep. They figured he must have stayed up late to watch some SciFi move and probably wouldn't wake up until noon.

With that thought in mind, Pam dashed up to the Master Bedroom, with Mike hot on her heels. Shortly thereafter, the mattress springs were getting a real work out as Mike and Pam went at it like sex starved rabbits.

When Jerry woke up at noon and came down to get something to eat, he noticed that the depressed look from yesterday had been replaced with a happy smile. He had no idea what had caused the change but there was no sense in spoiling the moment.



Computer Stories Ch. 03



Jerry's sister finds out what she's been missing

This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.

I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is the special component inside Jerry's computer. 

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Jerry Waters is slightly geeky kind of guy who one day acquires a computer with some interesting properties. He is using his computer to write erotic stories without fully realizing what is happening around him.

Soon after powering up his new acquisition, a strange twist of fate activated an interesting 'feature' on his 'antique' computer . . . .

The continuing saga --

With some other projects Jerry was working on there hadn't been much time to sit down at his computer to write any new stories. Even when he did have time to sit down, story ideas just seemed to elude him. With ideas eluding him, he sat back to see what was on the TV. 

Part way through a so-so program, he got a call from his sister. Jill didn't call often but when she did, it was usually about something that wasn't going well.

Jerry's sister Jill, was 2 years older than him. At 5'9", she was a spitting image of her mother. In high school she had filled out nicely, with slender legs, a slender waist, and an ample endowment of cleavage. At the end of high school, she could have gone directly into modeling but she different ideas for where she wanted her life to go. 

When it was time for a higher education, Jill opted for a State university in another state. Unlike a lot of other kids, she was more focused on 'hitting the books' instead of being around party animals and finding a husband. 

Her primary focus was on studying but she wasn't going to rule out a casual relationship. Trouble was most of the guys she went out with took her great looks as a signal to go a lot further than she wanted to. Tonight was the culmination of one of those 'bad' dates. She needed someone to vent her frustrations on and Jerry was the only available person she felt close enough to talk to about it.

Like her mother, the only way anyone was going to even cop a feel from her was to put a ring on her finger after a walk down the isle. Like her mother, her view of sex was primarily for procreation than for pleasure.

Jerry was actually a good listener and knew what Jill needed was just someone to sit and listen. He knew there wasn't much he could say for advice, just sit and listen. For over an hour Jerry listened to his sister's rants about the only thing a guy's mind was sex. Jerry was a little more open minded about the subject but he knew there was no convincing her to his point of view.

After she hung up, Jerry just couldn't shake the feeling that there wasn't anything he could do to help. The only thing he could think of to help ease his mind was to sit down at his computer and write a fictionally different version of his sister's outlook toward sex. It was more to help him cope with his sister's dilemma than anything that would change the way things were.

And so he began . . . .

* * * * * 

"She was a very attractive, straight-laced college sophomore. She had a delectably slender body with a great 'rack'. Her physical assets were enough to easily help get her anything she wanted but she had no interest in using her body that way. In fact, she was all study and no party. The only interest she had in a physical relationship was not until she had a ring on her finger. This is what her mother had drummed into her head from an early age.

Jill, still lived in the dorm. It had a structured living environment, that left her more time to study. Her roommate had tried to get her to lighten-up when it came to men, but Jill was adamant about her morals and especially her virginity. 

Occasionally, her roommate Cathy, would set her up on a blind date. Usually, Jill was able to deflect these blind dates with excuses that she had something to do that night. Tonight, there was no way she could back out of the weekend date that Cathy had set her up with. Jill owed Cathy a big favor and Cathy knew there was no way Jill could get out of it this time. This was Friday and the date was set up for Saturday night. Part of the blind date agreement with Cathy was that Jill would wear what Cathy would pick out for her. 

It was now late Saturday afternoon and Cathy had laid out a sexy dress, bra, panties, and thigh highs. Jill did not own anything like was laid out for her to wear. It was a odd coincidence that Jill wore the same size of clothes as Cathy."

* * * * * 

As Jerry's fingers tapped out the story on his computer, the 'extra' component inside his computer glowed a warm red. In his sister's dorm room, Jill was looking at the clothes laid out for her by Cathy. She turned to Cathy and told her that the only reason she was going on the date, while wearing those clothes, was to satisfy the favor she owed to Cathy. 

As Jill began to put on the clothes laid out for her, there was a strange feeling that was coming over her. What had been totally taboo to wear, was now not so bad after all. Cathy just sat back and grinned at the transformation that slowly taking placed in front of her.

Jill was beginning to like the satiny feel the dress had on her skin. The thin, shear bra allowed her stiffing nipples to brush against the satin material of the dress. This was a feeling she was not accustomed to but it actually felt pleasurable. Jill couldn't understand these feelings she was experiencing, it just wasn't like her to intentionally look sexy so as to attract members of the opposite sex.

* * * * *

Jerry's words flowed onto the screen . . .

"Dressed very sexy looking, but still not quite comfortable with it, Jill fidgeted in the dorm lounge. She was still thinking of backing out and heading back to her dorm room to tell her roommate she wasn't going through with it. 

When she stood up, she was immediately face-to-face with a very nice, well-groomed guy that was only a couple inches taller than her. Jill was about to dodge around him when she spotted Cathy mouthing "He's your date". As Rick, her date, introduced himself, Jill was think this might not be so bad after all. 

Having been briefed by Cathy earlier, Rick already knew a number of things about Jill's likes and dislikes. Since pasta was one of Jill's weaknesses, Rick picked the modestly priced spaghetti restaurant a few blocks away.

As they began enjoying their meal with some moderately priced wine, Jill learned that Rick was a junior at the university. He was majoring in Art History and Sculpture. He had already been apprenticing with a renowned local sculptor. This seemed to put Jill more at ease since early Mediterranean art had always fascinated her. Rick was far enough along in his apprenticeship that the sculptor had given Rick a key to the studio, in case he was required to work late or on weekends.

Jill had passed by the studio a couple of times in the last year, when she had taken a walk, but it was never open at those times. She really wanted to see what was on display there. On Jill's third pleading, Rick relented to agreeing to take Jill on a private tour of the studio after their dinner. 

The studio was just around the corner, and two blocks up. In the short walk there, Jill could hardly contain her excitement at being able to see and experience things she had only dreamed about. 

The studio display window was nothing compared to what Jill beheld as she walked into the main gallery. There were sculptures that encompassed cultures from the entire Mediterranean region, from early Egyptian to Greek and Roman. As Jill wandered the galleries, Rick confided that he was most impressed with the works from the Greek and Florentine periods. Jill was soaking it all in as Rick talked about how the exquisite detail of the human body was captured by Michelangelo. A life size copy of his David stood on a short pedestal, flooded with a single spotlight from above. Jill's interest was genuinely piqued. 

When Rick announced that he had been working on a special project in the workshop, Jill followed him like a little puppy, around the corner and up the stairs.

In one corner was a small bed, apparently for those times when projects worked late into the night. There was a workbench against one wall, with an assortment of mechanical parts on it. A drafting table like desk had sketches of various parts of the human form. In the center of the room were 2 nude male statues. At first sight, Jill began to blush. The only exposure she'd had to the male human anatomy was in her high school health class. She did not have any 'first hand' knowledge of the subject. 

Taking Jill by the hand, Rick led her over to the first statue, explaining that the only true way to experience the sculpture of a human body was to use your hands. As Rick guided her hands over the face, arms, legs, and torso, Jill began to appreciate how beautifully the sculptor was able to capture the details of the muscles, tendons, and veins. This was something she never fully appreciated until it was explained by Rick."

* * * * *

On the wall in front of Jerry, there were all sorts of pictures of Italy, Greece, Israel, and Egypt. Jill had given them to him when she left to go to college. Jerry had dreamed of taking a vacation to Rome but it was just a 'pipe dream' since the cost was more than Jerry could afford.

As Jerry continued to type, Jill was strolling through a sculpture studio with a guy she had only met a few hours ago. Now she was standing in front of a statue of a nude male, her fingers deftly exploring the carved features. 

* * * * *

"Jill, you now understand the difference between looking and touching but I want you to be the first person to experience a new concept in sculpture. Not only does it have the look of a human body, but it also has all the warmth and tactile feel of human skin." 

Rick could see the look of confusion on Jill's face and invited her to let her fingers brush across the features of the second statue. To her amazement, Rick was right. There was a striking resemblance to a live person. The statue even had a warmth to it like a live person.

Rick explained that his mentor had come up with a new process for sculpting that seemed to breath life into the sculpture. To prove to Jill the difference between a regular statue and the new process, Rick asked Jill to run her fingers over both the regular statue and the duplicate next to it that was made from the new process.

Seeing her response to the statue with the new process did not seem to be what he expected, Rick decided that the best way to get the most objective response from her was to blindfold her so she would only use her sense of touch to make the evaluation. 

Having her sight completely obscured, Rick moved her over to in front of the regular sculpture. While standing behind the regular sculpture, Rick took hold of her hands and placed them around the waist of the statue. He told her to take her time and use her sense of touch to explore all parts of the statue.

While Jill explored the statue's torso and upper thighs, Rick slide over to the 'enhanced' sculpture. Quietly sliding it to one side, he took off his own clothes and waited for Jill to finish her examination of the first statue. 

Taking her hands again, he said he was going to guide her hands to the second statue and wanted her to take her time to feel the difference between the first statue and the second. Standing in the spot where the second statue originally stood, Rick placed her hands on his waist, stood very still, and waited for her hands to start roaming over his body. 

* * * * *

Jerry was totally absorbed in his writing and was completely unaware of what was happening hundreds of miles away.

His sister was standing in the workshop of a sculpture studio, using her sense of touch to explore and assess how real a new process for producing sculptures. Her fingers traced over the upper torso. The feel and texture was so life-like. Amazingly, there was also a life-like warmth to it as well. 

Her fingers were moving down the upper thighs of the statue admiring the toned muscle bulges she felt. Then her fingers moved to the front until her fingers felt a warm tube with a hooded crown. Below it, her fingers felt two soft pliable globes. While the fingers of one hand gently explored the softness of the hanging globes, the other hand gently wrapped its fingers around the soft tube. As her fingers traced up and down the war tube, she sensed that it was changing shape and going from very soft to very firm. 

She was so in focused on what her fingers were doing that she did not conscientiously noticed her breasts were gently being massaged. Her body was responding by her nipples hardening and her pussy beginning to moisten. 

Her lips pursed into an 'O' and were soon met with Rick's lips. Rick's tongue started to probe between Jill's lips. Rick's hands gently cupped Jill's ass. His hands slowly raised the hem of her dress, higher and higher, until her lacy panties were completely exposed. Jill was warming up fast as Rick's hands slipped in between the material of her panties and her soft skin, feeling the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. It wasn't long before his hands were gently tugging her panties down over her ass then pooling at her ankles.  

Jill was now in a euphoric state. With her eyes covered, her biggest sensory input was from what her fingers were feeling and the warm touch of Rick's hands. She was barely aware that Rick was slowly guiding her body over to the bed in the corner. As he laid back on the bed, he pulled her in with him, in a sitting position almost directly over his hard cock sticking up from his crotch.

As Jill gently stroked his cock, Rick guided his cockhead to the entrance of her pussy lips. 

* * * * *

Jerry's fingers were flying across the keyboard. He was tapping out a wild sexual fantasy he wished his sister could be sexually open enough to take great pleasure in. He knew this would be impossible. Jerry knew there was no way she would let herself enjoy such pleasure with any guy without saying "I do". Even after the wedding, he knew her sex life was bound to be pretty dull, with very little variety.

"As Rick's hard cock made contact with Jill's pussy lips, a little gasp exited her lips. The gasps continued as Jill ever so slowly sunk down on Rick's cock until it met resistance. Rick's cock was filling her so full and it felt so good. As Jill tried to move her body to shift her weight a little, she momentary lost her balance and sat fully onto Rick's cock, impaling her fully. This was accompanied by a twinge of pain as her maidenhead was torn away and Rick's cock head bumped firmly against her cervix. 

Jill started to lift up but her cunt clamped hard on his cock and it was a slow process of extracting his cock from her pussy. It was almost all the way out when she let it sink back fully into her pussy. Why was her body enjoying it so much when all her life she had been taught it was so repulsive. With that she began to pump her body up and down on Rick's body. 

With Jill busy bobbing up and down on his cock, Rick turned to pulling the front of her dress down so he could start working on Jill's hardening nipples. Rick's extra stimulation to her body caused her to approach a climax much faster than someone who was used to having sex on a regular basis. With Rick being more experienced sexually, he was able to maintain his erection without shooting right away. Jill on the other hand, was rapidly approaching an explosive climax.

When she did reach climax, her cunt tried to clamp onto Rick's cock as it spasmed. A few minutes later she rolled off Rick and laid on her back with her head hanging over the bed. 

Rick was still raring to go and he had an idea. He had always longed to have a beautiful pair of lips wrapped around his cock and he figured he would take advantage of it before the opportunity slipped away.

Climbing out of the bed, he positioned himself so that he was standing at the end of the bed where Jill's head was hanging over the bed. Lining his cock up with her mouth, he slowly slipped it past her parted lips. 

Soon Jill came out of her post climax reverie to find her mouth filled with Rick's cock, coated with her pussy juices. Normally, this would have been extremely revolting to her but for some reason it just seemed so natural to be sucking on Rick's cock and providing him with so much pleasure.

Soon, Rick was into a good rhythm, fucking her face with slow methodical strokes. Jill's luscious lips were providing great stimulation to his hard cock. Occasionally, he would get carried away and shove it deep into her throat. This triggered Jill's gag reflex, vibrating the head of his cock, and was swiftly bringing him to a monumental climax. 

As much as he would love to have Jill gulp down his hot cum, Rick had other ideas for where it should go.

Pulling his cock out of her reluctant lips, Rick climbed up on the bed, flipped Jill over onto her stomach, raised her hips up, and slammed his cock deep into her steamy pussy. Her pussy was still lubricated from her first climax and it didn't take Rick long to find a good rhythm of pulling almost all the way out, then driving his hard cock all the way to her cervix. 

By this time, both Jill and Rick were perspiring heavily. Beads of sweat ran in little rivulets, down his forehead, dropping onto Jill's upturned butt, then running across her puckered hole on its way to mingle with Jill's pussy juices. 

Rick was plowing into Jill at a frantic pace. Grunts, groans, and moans from both Rick and Jill filled the room. Jill was fast approaching another fantastic orgasm. Her breathing was becoming horse. She found her voice was urging Rick on. 

Feeling his balls tighten and the beginnings of cum racing up his shaft, Rick lunged forward, driving the head of his cock into and through Jill's cervix. His hands held her tight to his body as shot after shot of hot cum filled her womb. Jill's instinctive reaction was to tighten her muscles and lock on hard to Rick's cock to hold him into her while he deposited his fertile sperm inside her womb.

Finally, after the last drop of cum was securely inside Jill, Rick collapsed on top of her, his cock still twitching inside her. 

As Rick nibbled on her ear and told her how fantastic she was, Jill's brain was reeling in euphoria and wondering why she had let herself be talked into such a restricted view of sex."

* * * * *

It was getting late and Jerry quickly wrapped the fantasy story about his sister, saving it in an obscure folder, and shut off his computer. Jerry was tired and ready for sleep. At least he could sleep a little easier, knowing that the next time his sister called to complain about the current ill mannered boyfriend, he could sit and let her ramble on while his thoughts relived the fantasy of his sister enjoying exquisite passion instead of dreading it.

It was 2 weeks later when Jerry heard from her again. As soon as jerry heard his sister's voice, he tensed up, expecting to hear another rendition of how life was so crappy and how all men were such Neanderthals. Instead, there was a kindness in her voice. Apparently, she had been going out with this one guy for the past 2 weeks. They had a lot of things in common and he had a way of making her feel really wonderful. Over the course of the half hour conversation, she never really did tell Jerry her new boyfriend's name or what specifically it was that made her so happy. It didn't matter. Jerry was just glad his sister was happier than she'd ever been. 




Computer Stories Ch. 03



Hanging up the phone, something just seemed so familiar about his sister's new found happiness but he just couldn't think of what it could be.



Computer Stories Ch. 04



Author's note –

This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else's writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.

I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is a component inside Jerry's computer that causes what he writes to happen in real life. 

Before submitting this chapter, I happened to check for comments to the first three. I saw where someone had commented that Chapter 1 is real similar to a work by Stephen King. I've never read or saw the Stephen King story the commenter mentioned. Everything I write is based on a simple premise that just pops into my head and I 'wing it' from there, no notes, no outline. In the 3-4 days it takes to write, I may find the finished story has taken a major detour from what I envisioned at the start. 

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Jerry Waters is slightly geeky kind of guy who one day acquires a computer with some interesting properties. He is using his computer to write erotic stories without fully realizing what is happening around him.

Soon after powering up his new acquisition, a strange twist of fate activated an interesting 'feature' on his 'antique' computer . . . .

The continuing saga --

It was early summer but already turning very warm on Saturday mid-morning. It was looking to turn out to be a hot day. 

Jerry had already been up and around for a few hours. He'd had his breakfast, a shower, and cleaned up a few things in his room. It was when he walked by his 2nd floor bedroom window that he paused to see what was going on outside. 

Jerry's 2nd floor bedroom window had a pretty good view of the back yards of the other houses on the next street over. Of particular interest to him was the neighbors directly behind Jerry's house. The house was owned by a couple in their early 30's. They didn't have any kids, and from some of the conversation that Jerry just happened to overhear when he was working on the bushes by the back fence, was that the wife didn't want kids to spoil their 'perfect' lifestyle. Apparently, this wasn't entirely what the husband wanted. Over the course of the last few years, Jerry had overheard the husband trying to convince his wife to consider kids. Other than that difference of opinion, the two of them got along quite well. 

Almost every Saturday morning during the summer, his 32 yr old backyard neighbor would set up the lounger by her in-ground swimming pool. Jerry watched as her drop-dead gorgeous 36-28-32 body sauntered out the back slider door, placed a towel and a drink on the deck table, and eased her beautifully sun tanned body into the lounger. She almost always wore the same skimpy bikini, the one that barely covered her nipples and pussy. Even from 100 feet a way, Jerry could almost make out the hard nubs of her nipples, trying to poke through the fabric. 

During the summer, it seemed like the same routine every Saturday. Mona's husband would leave at 9:30 in the morning to work for his shift as a high level supervisor at the power plant. At 10:00, Mona would come out the back slider, dressed only in her skimpy bikini, to soak up the sun by the pool. At 11:00, the pool maintenance guy would come by for an hour to skim any debris off the surface, check the filters, and add chemicals. By noon, Mona would go in for lunch, then come back out at 1:00 for another hour. At 6:00 PM, Mona's husband would be back home. By 9:00 PM, a pool party of friends and associates of Mona, and her husband, would be in full swing.

Jerry had gotten used to this Saturday schedule. When he wasn't busy on a Saturday morning, he would sit by his bedroom window, watching Mona in the lounger. Every time she shifted her body for a better position, her bikini had to be re-adjusted. Jerry was always on the ready with his binoculars in case she had a wardrobe malfunction that would expose her nipples or her pussy. On one occasion, Mona caught Jerry spying on her and shot him a dirty look to let him know his observations were unwanted. After that, Jerry was a little more careful to be unobserved.

With this happening every Saturday morning, it was driving him crazy. I mean, here she was, flaunting her body at him and at the same time, letting him know that she was totally off limits to him. By the time Mona went back inside at noon for lunch, Jerry was so horny from watching her through his binoculars, he had to furiously jerk off into a pair of his sister's old panties he had confiscated from her room some time ago. 

With the heat of the day building and blood already surging through his body in expectation of the usual Saturday ritual about to unfold at the neighbor's house, Jerry's frustrations were building to an unbearable level. The only thing he could think of to help vent the frustration was to write about it, and his usual writing tool was the old computer he bought a few months ago at the estate sale shop he frequented.

Powering up the PC and opening up a blank document to type his thoughts in, the cube inside Jerry's computer began to glow a warm red, as Jerry's words began to flow . . .

* * * * *   

"Every Saturday morning like clockwork, the gorgeous neighbor, Mona, would come outside to work on her tan. She knew she had a great body and loved to flaunt it. Almost all her friends had had a couple of kids and their figure; well lets just say it wasn't quite what it used to be with all the stretch marks and tired eyes from chasing kids around.

This particular Saturday morning was starting out to be a warm one. Mona brought out her towel, cold drink, and sun tan lotion to the lounger beside the in-ground pool. After arranging the towel and cold drink on the table, and the sun tan bottle on the ground beside her, she laid back on the lounger. 

It was a little while later when the pool maintenance man showed up to clean the pool and check chemical levels. Normally Mona would take a few glances, hidden behind her sunglasses, then close her eyes and soak up more sun. Today was different though. The pool maintenance guy was new. 

Whereas the usual maintenance guy was a grubby looking 50 yr old guy with a couple of teeth missing, the new guy was a real hunk. Mike was 25 yrs old, 6'2", with sandy blonde hair, and looked like he worked out at the gym every day. Within minutes, Mona was almost drooling at the solid-as-a-rock thighs, the biceps that looked like they used sports cars for dumbbells, and a 6-pack that rippled every time he worked the skimmer pole back and forth across the water.

The idea struck her that she had to do something to make it so Mike stuck around longer than the normal 30 minutes it took to clean the pool and adjust the chemical balance. As he walked by her lounger, she asked if he would apply some of the suntan lotion to her back for her. Since Mike was new to the company, and wanting to keep the customers happy, he set down his skimmer pole and knelt down beside Mona. 

Mona handed him the bottle, turned over on her stomach, and instructed him to make sure he covered every area of her skin well."

* * * * * 

Jerry's computer desk was positioned so that when he was seated at the computer, his back was to the window. When Jerry sat down at his computer, there wasn't much that would tear him away from it until he was done doing whatever it was he was working on.

Out the window, the neighbor woman directly behind Jerry's house was in her usual Saturday ritual of lying on her favorite lounger, in a skimpy bikini, for a couple of hours, oblivious to what was going on around her. 

This morning, for her, she found herself taking more than a passing interest in the new pool maintenance man. She couldn't help it. The new guy was in his mid-twenties and looked like he'd just won the Mr. Universe contest. She found herself wanting to drink in more of this incredible hunk than the usual 30 minute time it took to clean the pool. She couldn't believe she was calling him over to put lotion on her back. 

As the pool guy started to rub lotion onto her back, she started making little comments about how good hi hands felt on her back. She had gotten 'into' the feel of his hands so much, she asked him to untie the string bikini so the sun wouldn't leave a tan line. His fingers deftly untied the spaghetti strings of her bikini top and started rubbing in the lotion. After spending a fair amount of time on her back, he was about to get back to his work when she asked if he would do her legs as well.

Grabbing the lotion bottle again, he put a generous amount on his hands and started working her legs, starting from her ankles and working upward. When his hands made it up to her ass, she asked him to untie the side strings to her bikini so there would be no missed areas around her ass cheeks. As his hands played over her firm ass, she began to whisper little moans. As soon as he finished her backside, she flipped over on her back and asked him to take care of the front side of her as well. 

Again, the lotion was applied to his strong hands as he started on her legs first, working his way high up on her thighs. Another dollop of lotion and he was working it in to her stomach and lower chest. Even with her sunglasses on, he could see she had her eyes closed in a euphoric state. His hands worked higher, finally sliding up under the loose bikini top until her breasts were firmly cupped in his big hands.

Her top was pushed aside, exposing her hardening nipples, which his fingertips brushed across frequently. Every time his fingers made contact with her hardening nipple, she would arch her back, as if to push more of her breasts into his hands. By now her moans were definitely audible. Her free hand made its way to his crotch and was brushing across the growing bulge in his loose shorts.

Encouraged by her behavior, his hand reached down to the top of her bikini bottom. Because the strings had been untied on each side, it was easy to push his fingers under the material down to her moistening slit. 

As his fingers traveled further down, they brushed against her swelling clit, before sliding between hr pussy lips. As he worked her ever moistening pussy, her hips undulated back and forth to gain more contact with his fingers. Her own fingers had found opening in his shorts and were now making direct contact with his hardening cock."

* * * * * 

As Jerry's fingers flew across the keyboard, tapping out the fantasy scenario he only wished would happen. It was his way of dealing with his social frustrations. He was so engrossed in the story developing on his computer screen, he did not see, and did not know, what was unfolding at the neighbor's house behind him. He did not see the hunk of a pool guy pick up the neighbor, Mona, in his arms and carry her through the slider on into the house. He was also unaware of the cube inside his computer case that glowed a bright red.

* * * *

"The strong pool guy carried the now naked neighbor woman into the house, down the hallway, and into the master bedroom before seating her on the edge of the bed. From the moment he had lifted her up off the lounger till when he seated her on the bed, their lips were locked in a fierce battle of tongues probing each other's mouth.

Once he let go of her at the edge of the bed, she dropped to her knees and began tugging his shorts down to his ankles. Having been freed from the confining material, a fat, 9" cock bobbed in front of her face. Her fingers soon wrapped around it, feeling the large vein that ran the length of it. The large purple head seemed to pulse with each heartbeat.

Licking her lips, she began to partake of this meaty morsel, first licking the sides, then opening her mouth wide to let the large mushroom head slowly slide into her mouth. All the while, the pool guy encouraged her on, telling her how good her hot mouth felt enveloping his cock. 

While never having sucked a guy's cock before, not even her husband's, somehow she knew just how to give an expert blowjob. She had never given any guy a blowjob because she thought it was really nasty. Right now, it just seemed so natural. 

Deeper and deeper she took him into her mouth until the mushroom head bumped against the back of her mouth. In and instinctive reflex, she began swallowing, pulling the cockhead and shaft down into her throat. Pulling back out until her lips were right at the crown on his cock, her mouth sunk down again until her lips were at the base of his cock and his cockhead was driven deep down her throat. As his cock slid back and forth, in and out of her mouth, her tongue lapped at the underside, sending little shivers into his body.

This went on for 10-15 minutes until the pool guy could take no more. Very quickly, his balls began to tense and the beginnings of a hot stream began to course up the shaft. Sensing he was about to cum, she pulled back until lips encircled just the large head. As she gave one good lap at the underside, his cock exploded in jet after jet of hot cum. The last stream landed on her chin and dripped down to her nipples when her mouth filled up to where she couldn't swallow fast enough. 

With only a short time to recover, the pool guy lifted her up and pushed her back on the bed so she was laying on her back with hr ass just at the edge of the bed. Kneeling down, the pool guy lifted her legs, spread them wide, and planted his mouth on her moist pussy. 

The initial shock of his lips at her pussy caused her to shudder a little. 

In a deliberately slow lapping motion, his tongue started at the top of her pussy and worked its way down, drilling deep into her pussy at the opening. Each time his tongue flicked across her clit, she tensed and wiggled at the extreme stimulation. Every once in a while, he would suck her clit into his mouth, causing her to tremble even more. Soon, her hips were in constant motion, side-to-side, up and down. 

After just 15 minutes of this intense manipulation, she was going out of her mind, her body thrashing, her breathing turned to a panting. Suddenly, she was at the point of no return. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling his head deeply into her pussy, as a stream of pussy juice sprayed into his mouth. In an instant, the revulsion to oral sex vanished in a thunderous climax.

As the flow of her juices dwindled, her legs loosened their grip on his head, allowing him to stand up. He was by no means done with her. 

With his cock now back up to full hardness, he pulled her legs up and out again, allowing him to push that large bulbous cock head right up to the opening of her pussy. Since her pussy was already well lubricated, his cock slid easily into her hot tunnel. Nine inches was much more than she had ever taken into her pussy, seeing as how her husband's 6 inches was the only cock she had ever known. The pool guy's cock was even trying to push past her cervix, trying to fill her womb.

Soon, she was panting heavily again, constantly moving her hips so she could get more of his fat cock into her. For half an hour, the pool guy pounded her pussy in constant strokes. Over the course of the next hour, she experienced numerous mini-orgasms, in ever increasing frequency. While her pussy was getting pounded, her nipples were being rolled and tugged on by his fingers. It got to be that she couldn't tell when one ended and another started.

Harder and harder, the cock pounded her pussy. The orgasms were no longer a long string, but were building on top of each other, until her body couldn't take it any longer. Taking even him by surprise, her legs wrapped around his back, driving his cock past her cervix and deep into her womb. Her cunt constricted hard around his cock, providing the over-the-top stimulation it took to shoot his cum into her. Her rippling cunt milked his potent sperm directly into her fertile womb. The ear splitting scream that emanated from her lips when she hit her climax, could be heard all the way to houses nearby.

When the pool guy finally left 2 hours later, after taking the neighbor woman in multiple positions, it was only 2 hours before the woman's husband was to return home from work. 

A quick shower and a change of bed covers obliterated almost all traces of what had transpired. That evening, the pool party went on as usual. After the party ended, things got noisy again as the couple went at it like they hadn't don anything for months."

* * * * 

As Jerry wrapped up his story on the computer, he seemed to feel a lot better, having vented his sexual frustration cause by the gorgeous neighbor. In one last check with his binoculars, Mona was gone. What seemed odd was that the pool skimmer net was laying near the lounger and the only evidence that Mona had been out on the deck was the trail of bikini top and bottoms between the lounger and the back slider.

Months later, when Jerry happened to see Mona on the lounger by the pool, it looked as though her mid-section had a slight bulge to it. When Jerry happened to talk to her husband, he remarked that they were expecting a baby in about 5 months. It seems as though the condom broke a few months back and now their lifestyle was about to change.



Computer Stories Ch. 05



This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.

I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is the special component inside Jerry's computer. 

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Jerry Waters is a slightly geeky kind of guy who one day acquires a computer with some interesting properties. He is using his computer to write erotic stories without fully realizing what is happening around him.

Soon after powering up his new acquisition, a strange twist of fate activated an interesting 'feature' on his 'antique' computer . . . .

The continuing saga --

Jerry had not done much on his computer recently. He'd been spending time with some of his friends. These were guys who were somewhat like him; more interested in geeky kinds of things, without too much of a social life. 

On one particular day, Jerry was hanging out with his friends at the local mall. They were minding their own business, walking from store to store when they passed one of the clothing stores that catered to the kind of girls that were clearly out of their league from a social standpoint. 

It was Bob who halted their small group to point out some of the posters and mannequin modeled clothes. They had only stopped for a couple of moments when they were spotted by the small group of four girls who considered themselves better than anyone else.

From behind them they heard a voice.

"Looking at the nerds, standing in front of the window, wishing they could get girlfriends like who wear the kind of clothes in that store. I bet that even if they did have girl friends, their dicks are so small their girlfriends would need tweezers to grab a hold of their dick." 

Jerry and his friends were livid. They hadn't done anything to these girls and they were being humiliated in front of everyone in the mall in the worst way. What's worse, Jerry and his friends were out of ideas to stop the humiliation or get back at the girls. The girls were so use to getting away with such cruelty, it seemed like there was nothing they couldn't get by with. 

After dishing out about 5 minutes of humiliation, the girls moved on to find another target for their cruelty, giggling and laughing till they were completely out of sight. Jerry and his friends weren't laughing. They were figuring they wouldn't be able to show their faces in the mall for months. After talking it over, the guys figured there was nothing they could do about it.

Back home, Jerry began pacing his room, thinking about what had happened at the mall. It really had him stirred up. He needed to do something to take away the stress. The only thing that had helped him overcome stressful situations lately was to sit at his computer and write a different version of the way things are.

And so it was that Jerry powered up his antique computer and started keying; a component inside the computer case glowed red . . . . .

* * * * * 

"The 4 snobbish girls were on the prowl at the mall. The mall was one of their favorite hangouts for shopping and another favorite pastime, humiliating other people. Today was no different. Walking past one of the clothing stores the frequented quite often, they spotted 4 guys that they'd just been itching to harass for quite a while.

Right from the start, the girls poured on the humiliation pretty thick. By the time the girls were done, they guys they had pounced upon were ready to crawl in a hole and not come out for months. After the girls moved off, they guys walked back to the house of one of them, heads hung down the whole way. 

As they sat around talking about it, another one of their friends who had witnessed it and overheard the girls talking as they walked off, confided that the girls had planned a slumber party on Saturday night. This bit of information could be useful. As the guys sat around talking, they came up with a plan that would involve some payback.

The 4 girls were settling in at their slumber party. The parents of the girl who was hosting, were out of town for the weekend. With the house tucked back into a remote area of town, the girls figured they could make as much noise as they wanted and no one would complain."

* * * * * 

As Jerry was taking out his frustration on the keyboard, 4 snobbish girls had just settled in for some sleep at the remote house of one of the girl's parents. Three of the girls took a bedroom a piece and the fourth crashed on the couch. 

When all was quiet inside the house, 5 male figures slipped into the house through an unlocked window. One of them carried a large gym bag, heavy with numerous items. The 5 hooded figures, dressed in black body suits, moved silently into the house. They used hand signals to communicate with each other in the moon light that streamed through the windows. 

* * * * * 

"With their eyes accustomed to the darkness, the 5 boys spotted Tina, blissfully asleep on the couch. The thin sheet that had covered her earlier, had slipped off onto the floor, exposing her lithe pink baby doll covered body stretched out on the couch. 

Three of the five approached the couch, set the gym bag on the floor close by, and silently opened it up. With almost perfectly timed precision requiring just hand signals, all three pounced upon the sleeping Tina. Before she could hardly come to her senses, she had been bound, gagged, and blindfolded with hardly a sound. She was told to keep quiet, if she knew what was good for her. 

The 5 boys proceeded to methodically bind, gag, and blindfold each of the other girls as quietly as they had done Tina. After the last one was trussed up like the first girl, each of the girls from the bedrooms was brought out to the living room where Tina was still laying on the couch on her stomach. Pulling Tina up to a sitting position on the couch made room for the other three girls to find a seat next to her. 

Once all the girls were seated, the boys closed all the curtains and turned on the living room lights. The girls were still in the dark, due to the blindfolds. A compact tripod was pulled from the gym bag, along with a video camera. A digital camera was pulled out as well and set on the table.

Not knowing what was to happen to them, all four of the girls were in tears, contemplating the worst. Having been deprived of their sense of sight, and speech, their sense of hearing was heightened. With the boys using hand signals to coordinate setup, the girls' ears strained to discern the rustling footsteps, the soft sounds of the tripod and camera being set up, and items being removed from the gym bag. 

The girls' ears were so hyper sensitive, all four of them suddenly jerked to attention when one of the boys finally spoke."

"We've heard you girls have been having quite a time harassing everyone in sight, especially the male population. I think it's time you experienced some payback. You girls are going to perform for us anyway we want, for as long as we want. If not, I don't think anyone will know you've been gone for quite some time. When you are found, there won't be much left to identify. Is that understood?"

"With each girl nodding her head in acknowledgement, they resigned themselves to accept whatever awaited them.

Since Tina was the first girl to be taken, it was only natural for her to be the one to begin with. Two of the boys forcefully lifted her off the couch and stood her in an open area. Hands began to roam over her perfect body, stopping now and then to squeeze hr firm breasts and tweak her little eraser nipples. Sometimes, a hand would brush down her thigh stroking across her outer pussy lips. 

Tina tried to squirm away but a hand on each upper arm kept her in place. As a free hand of each boy that was holding her stroked her body, she felt a second pair of hands lock on to her boobs, taking great pleasure in lifting them, squeezing them, and moving them around. The boy who had been fingering her pussy through her flimsy pink teddy bear panties grinned and signaled to the others that she was getting wet. 

Soon after, Tina found herself bent over a large footstool, her arms still bound behind her back. Her legs were spread apart and the fingers were now rubbing her panty covered pussy from behind. A pair of hands grabbed her hair, pulling her head up, causing her mouth to try opening on its own. The gag was suddenly removed but before she could say a word, something else was shoved into her mouth. At first she didn't recognize the soft, warm object that was thrust into her mouth but it wasn't long before she realized it was a large hard cock, as big as she had ever experienced before. She sensed it was fairly long by the way it bumped into the back of her throat while her lips had not touch the base of it. More pairs of hands held the rest of her body in place so there was no way she could move away from the cock that had invaded her mouth. The hands on her head, held her steady as the thick cock slide back and forth in hr mouth. 

The feel of cold metal on her back caused a rush of anxiety, as a knife blade slipped between her baby doll outfit and her skin. A swift flick of the blade cut through the reinforced edge of the material. Hands replaced the knife and all 4 girls heard the sound of ripping material. In seconds, Tina's baby doll top was in shreds on the floor beside her. Another flick of the knife and the reinforced edge of her panties was severed as well. With a swift yank, her panties ripped from her body and she was totally naked, except for her blindfold.

Recognizing there was nothing to protect her smooth pussy from being invaded as well, the tears streamed from behind the blindfold. 

She was soon to feel a finger sawing in and out of those perfect pussy lips, as she was made to greedily suck the large cock at her face. With her pussy uncontrollably moistening, the finger was replaced by a cock head poised at the entrance. She knew what was going to happen and tried to shift her body away from the hot spear but it was no use. The large, hard cock found it's mark and drove in deep, nearly sucking all the breath out of her lungs. She was now impaled at both ends and there was nothing she could do about it. When she tried to back away from the cock in her mouth, it just drove the cock in her pussy even deeper. When she tried to pull forward to dislodge the cock in her pussy, it only served to shove the one in her mouth far down into her throat. It was a no win situation. The only way to minimize her fucking was to get into it to try to get each one of them off quickly. 

Soon, she found her pussy being flooded with jets of hot cum. The distraction caused her to be unprepared for the gusher of the same that flooded her mouth. With no where to go but down her throat, she began to swallow fast, but it was just too much and some dribbled past her lips, down her chin. Exhausted from the ordeal, she was pulled up by her arms and pushed onto a curled heap on the floor. 

Sara was next. She was lifted off the couch and hoisted up onto the table on her back. The knife went into action again, cutting just enough material to make it easy to rip the remaining material into shreds. The expensive silk top, with matching silk panties, were in shreds on the floor in no time. While one pair of hands held her shoulders down, two others pulled her legs apart, opening her pussy to full view for everyone to see. She tried to move her hips up to wiggle off the table but a pair of arms encircled her hips, followed by a hot mouth that latched on to her pussy with a vengeance. 

No matter how much she tried to wiggle away, the mouth stayed latched onto her pussy. A tongue furiously lashed at her slit and clit. As much as her mind willed it not to happen, her body couldn't help responding. Pretty soon she was begging for it not to stop. It didn't matter that she had been taken against her will, she was now wanting; no needing to be brought to climax. 

When she was getting close, the tongue pulled away, leaving her in quite a dilemma. Her need was about to be satisfied though. The mouth on her pussy was immediately replaced by a huge cock. Even though she was by now well lubricated, it took some effort to stuff this generous endowment into her. Once it was all the way in, it began to saw in and out of her sensitive tunnel. Soon her snobbish attitude vanished and her now un-gagged mouth was begging to be fucked harder and harder. All of this was being caught on video. 

It didn't take long for her grunting and groaning, panting and moaning, to turn into a scream of pleasure as her pussy contracted hard, eliciting a liquid white flood from the hard shaft filling her. The intensity of what she had just experienced caused her to pass out for a few moments.

The remaining two girls had listened to all that had gone on so far and were cowering in fear at the thought of what was in store for them."

* * * * *

The mall experience was still very vivid in his mind and the words he was typing reflected the need for payback to these mean spirited girls. He his wishful thinking words hoped they'd experience some rough sex at the hands of some guys that had been humiliated by the girls.

As Jerry continued to pour out his feelings, the red cube inside his computer glowed a bright red. 

* * * * * 

"The other two girls didn't have time to wonder. Both of them were yanked off the couch, their expensive sexy outfits were in shreds on the floor, leaving them without a stitch of clothing to cover them. Very quickly, both were having their mouths and pussies stuffed with large, throbbing hard cocks. The girls had lost their virginity long ago with boyfriends, that were now ex-boyfriends, but they had never experienced such large, hot cocks. In their minds, what was happening to them was terrifying, however their bodies couldn't help responding to the extreme sexual stimulation. 

Even when their pussies were being roughly abused, they couldn't help begging for more. All this was being documented by the video camera. It wasn't long before every on of the girls was gushing with rivers of cum fro every hole. 

When the guys finally ran dry. They executed the final humiliation. The boys positioned the girls on the floor so that one girl was on top of another so that each girl's face was in the other's pussy. They were told to eat out each other until they all had climaxed. As the boys looked on, the girls started lapping up the leaking cum. In the process, they couldn't help sucking on each other's clits. One by one, each girl's body stiffened, shuddered, and slipped into an exhausted heap. 

When the girls finally regained their senses, their shredded sleeping attire was gone, along with the boys. 

A few days later, all the girls received a package with a video and a note. The video showed the girls thoroughly enjoying rough sex and ended with a scene of the girls in hot lesbian sex. The note stated that if they ever harassed anyone like they had in the past, the video would its way in to local distribution and on the Internet within a short time. 

* * * * * 

Jerry closed out what he was writing and powered down his computer. Even though he knew he hadn't really affected anything, i.e. the snobbish girls would still be harassing everyone in sight, at least in his mind he had served some comeuppance. It was really late, about 3:00 in the morning, and his eyes closed as soon as he hit the bed.

Days later, and the story almost forgotten, he met up with his friends again at the mall. He wasn't sure but it seemed like they had found a new sense of self-confidence. They were all in a good mood but nobody would say why the change.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the same snobbish girls that had harassed them only a week ago. They passed within 20 ft of Jerry and his friends without saying a word. Not only that there was not even a dirty look. This was extremely odd. Jerry was completely clueless as to the dramatic change in attitude but welcomed it just the same.



Computer Stories Ch. 06



The town morals watchdog works for strip club she tries to shut down.

This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.

I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is the special component inside Jerry's computer. 

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Jerry Waters is slightly geeky kind of guy who one day acquires a computer with some interesting properties. He is using his computer to write erotic stories without fully realizing what is happening around him.

Soon after powering up his new acquisition, a strange twist of fate activated an interesting 'feature' on his 'antique' computer . . . .

The continuing saga --

Jerry Waters wasn't a grubby lecher but by the same token, he wasn't a soapbox Puritan busybody either. While he did on occasion, have some pretty erotic thoughts about his mother and sister, and some of the people in his town, he wasn't the kind to preach morals to anyone. There were a few 'morals' busybodies in town he wished he had the nerve to tell them to mind their own business though. 

Jerry had already been up and around for a few hours. He'd had his breakfast, a shower, and cleaned up a few things in his room. It was when he walked by his 2nd floor bedroom window that he paused to see what was going on outside. One in particular was a 35 yr old woman named Jenny.

Jenny was the daughter of and ultra strict set of evangelistic parents. Her parents took it to the extreme of 1890's style high neck / floor hugging hem length type dresses for women. When her parents died in a freak car accident, jenny took it upon herself to preach Puritan values to everyone in town. 

Now Jerry was a tolerant type of person, by having someone constantly push extremist values was something that usually rubbed him the wrong way. Jerry, however, was never one to be too vocal about trying to stand up for people's rights. Outwardly, he was just too intimidated to say anything.

Now Jenny, on the other hand, was really outspoken. In one case, she took offense to the bridal shop in town that had a titillating lingerie section in the back of the store. Jenny's biggest beef of late, was the strip club just outside of town. She wrote letters-to-the-editor, speaking out against it, did sign carrying protests in front of the club, and more than once tried to get the city council to outlaw the club. This last tactic didn't work because the club was outside the city limits and no one else had filed any complaints against the club.

Jerry had attended the last city council meeting where she virtually went into a rage at why nothing was being done. Her 'venting' took up so much time that night that a number of really important issues, that should have been address that night, had to be tabled until the next council meeting a week from then.

To Jerry, this was somewhat the 'last straw'. She was being really disruptive, as far as city business was concerned, but within her legal rights to protest. It just frustrated Jerry to no end but the only thing he knew to do was to take out his frustrations by writing a fictional story that would 'fix her wagon', so to speak.

So, one evening after dinner, Jerry powered up his computer. The power light came on, the keyboard lights flashed, and the monitor slowly came to life. A marvelous electronic component inside the computer case came to life as well. Its red glow was obscured by the metal enclosure. And thus Jerry began to compose a fictional story that he wished would fix how things were with Jenny, the Zelot.

* * * * * 

"Jenny, the zealous town moralist, was always looking for some sexual sin to expose, and to right. Even some of the most trivial things were on her 'target' list. She would 'soapbox' preach to anyone who would listen about how wrong it was for girls to wear piercings, short shorts, and skimpy swim suits at the public pool. What really tripped her trigger was the 'just outside city limits' strip club. All you had to do was even allude to it and you got a 1-hour sermon about how evil it was.

Jenny had tried everything conceivable to try to get the place shut down. She tried filing a complaint with the police but the cops said since it was outside their jurisdiction, they couldn't do anything about it. She tried filing a complaint with the county sheriff. That only worked a couple of times before she was told to stop making nuisance calls because the club was following all the rules and always kept the clients 'in line'.

She even tried walking the sidewalk in front of the club but was ignored. Actually, she was told that she was making such a commotion that she would be arrested for disturbing the peace if she didn't move on.

The strip club had become such a pet peeve of hers, she just had to concentrate all her efforts on shutting the place down. She'd heard rumors that there was more going on than just the dancing inside. There were supposed back rooms where anything goes, i.e. total topless, total bottomless, and even oral or regular sex. She just had to figure out a way to get the 'goods' on the place so she could take it to the Sheriff, as proof the place was violating the law. It was when Jenny was watching one of those investigative reporting programs on TV that she got an idea. 

On the TV program, they had the investigative reporter wearing a miniature camera in their glasses that transmitted a signal to a small recorder in the reporter's purse. If only Jenny had one of those. She knew the plan she had thought up would go against all she stood for but she thought the 'ends' justified the 'means'. 

The plan was daring, and totally out of character for her. She would pose as a stripper from out of town. This would give her access to all of the areas of the strip club that would be most relevant to getting the club shut down, i.e. the dressing rooms, the pole-dance area, and the back rooms. She would only be in the club long enough to get the footage she needed, then off to the Sheriff's office.

So it was that on Friday night, Jenny donned an outfit that was somewhat revealing, a long brunet wig, and the video glasses. All of these things were bought in a city 200 miles away so there was very little chance anyone would recognize her. Before she went out the door, she stuffed the small video recorder into her purse. To additionally keep recognition down, she was driving a rental car to the club from an out-of-town route. 

When she showed up at the club's door, the doorman was a little skeptical of this unknown girl but since the club was short a couple dancers that night, and she didn't have too bad a body, why not give her a chance.

It was hard for Jenny not to cut-and-run before she even set foot in the door but she sucked-it-up and nervously walked in to meet with the club's owner."

* * * * * 

Jenny, the town's morals busybody, had just walked through the doorway of the strip she absolutely detested. She had spent a lot of sleepless hours and detailed planning for a way to shut down this very strip club. She was so out-of-character for the way she had planned to get damning evidence against the club. She had planned on posing as an employee of the club, with a small spy camera recording everything that transpired. 

Meanwhile, Jerry was engrossed in putting his version of busybody payback onto his computer, and his computer was taking note and responding in kind.

* * * * *

"The club's owner ushered Jenny into his office. He asked a number of questions designed to see of this new gal was up to the job of being a stripper. Jenny had done her research well and had rehearsed her answers to what she though she might be asked. After ten minutes, he had Jenny sign a contract. She was so eager to leave the club's office, she signed the contract without even reading it. 

The owner quickly stuffed the signed contract into the top drawer and ushered Jenny to the dressing rooms in the back. Flagging one of the other dancers, the owner said to fix Jenny up with an outfit and get her ready to go on-stage in 30 minutes. Leaving Jenny in capable hands, the owner went back to his office.

While and outfit was being scrounged up for Jenny, the owner summoned one of the bouncers to his office. To the owner, there was something about Jenny that seemed all wrong. He suspected she was a plant as a troublemaker. He figured it would be easier to see what she was up to from inside the club than outside the club. Without tipping his hand, he had spotted the video glasses and instructed the bouncer to keep watch on what she did and to see if the pocket video recorder could be found and disabled. 

Wanda took her new dancer in tow and, after a few minutes, found a skimpy outfit for Jenny to wear. When Jenny first beheld the outfit, she had a hard time concealing her blushing cheeks. If the lighting hadn't been so dim, Wanda would have seen it right away. 

Jenny set her purse down on the dressing table. While Wanda went off to check on other things, Jenny unbuttoned her blouse, took it off, and placed it in a plastic basket. Her tight jeans followed and were put in the same basket. With Jenny just in her un-sexy panties and bra, Jenny caught her reflection in the mirror. If it hadn't been for her prim upbringing, her shapely legs, tight ass, and firm breasts would have made her a good living as a strip club dancer. 

Hearing Wanda rustle around in the other room, Jenny quickly shucked her white panties and bra and put on the 'pasties', shear panties, and glittery outfit. Wanda would soon enter the dressing room and Jenny just barely had time to turn on the wireless video recorder in her purse and verify it was working. Wanda stepped into the dressing room just as Jenny closed her purse. Jenny knew the recorder in her purse would pick up the wireless camera signal in her glasses from any place in the club.

A little nervous but with the confidence that she would finally have evidence to shut the club down, she followed Wanda out to the dance stage with the multiple shiny brass poles. At first, Jenny was trying to imitate one of the other dancers and was doing an awkward job of it. This was so foreign to her, she was having trouble getting into the role. 

The look from the club owner told her she was about to be pulled from the stage and sent packing. Burying her feelings deep inside, she started to really get into her role. She began to wiggle her ass at the customers, climbing the pole, letting it slide between her legs like a huge cock. As she cavorted around the stage and on the pole, she began to remove parts of her outfit."

* * * * *

Jenny couldn't believe what she was doing. The town's biggest prude and 'Keeper of the Morals', dancing on stage at a strip club. Not only that, as each minute went by she was wearing less and less to cover her body. She was, however, accumulating a multitude of bills in her G-string. By the time the song she was dancing to ended, she was down to a just a thin G-string and quarter sized pasties over her nipples. 

She still had her 'video' glasses on and she needed to record the 'intense' lap dances she'd heard about, to supplement her evidence. Jenny was about to rush back to the dressing room when the owner intercepted her. 

Jerry was really getting into this story. His thoughts were flying fast from his brain, to his fingers, to the computer screen. The glowing cube inside the computer case easily kept up with what he was typing.

* * * * *

"Jenny was about to go back to the dressing room to rest up until her next dance, when the owner signaled to her that one of the customers wanted an 'extra special' lap dance in the 'special' rooms in the back. Resigning herself to the realities of what she had to do to not blow her cover and get the additional evidence she needed, she reluctantly led the customer to one of the 6' X 6' back rooms in the back. 

With Jenny and the customer in the back room and the door closed, Jenny turned to the customer to ask what he wanted. The customer made it clear he wanted EVERYTHING. Jenny wasn't sure how much she was suppose to charge but she knew if she charged the too little or too much it would arouse suspicion. Suddenly, she blurted out $200. 

That didn't seem to faze the customer and out came $200, finding its way into Jenny's hands. With the exchange of money, documented by Jenny's glasses camera, the customer demanded she start earning what he just paid her. Apparently, $200 buys not only a lap dance (sans any clothing), but a blowjob, and sex anyway the client wanted. This, the client made perfectly clear. 

Jenny knew it would hurt her case if she were to video herself actually participating in sex at the club so she took off her video glasses and covered them with a towel to block the picture and muffle the sound. Quickly removing the G-string and pasties, she knelt between the customer's legs and started fishing his cock out of his pants. 

She had never touched a man's cock before and this real one in front of her different in look and feel than she had imagined. As she slowly stroked the length of it, it started to respond to her touch. Jenny must have been too slow for the customer's liking because he demanded she start sucking it immediately. 

Overcoming the lump in her throat, Jenny closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and let the large purple head slip past her lips, into her mouth. She had been told, while growing up, that one of the reasons what oral sex was so bad was the nasty taste. Strangely, the customer's cock didn't taste so bad, just a slight tangy taste. The customer had to use his hands to get her started at bobbing up and down on his hardening cock and his insistence that she suck harder, but soon she had found a rhythm. 

Laying back in the chair, the customer eased up on her head, which helped control how deep his cock stuffed her mouth. She knew she wasn't doing all that great at giving the guy a blowjob but that didn't seem to matter. He was starting to really get turned on and it wasn't long before he was ready to cum. 

Jenny, having little knowledge of male orgasms, was unprepared for the gusher of cum that sprayed from his cock into her mouth. Jenny's mouth was filling fast with cum but she wasn't able to spit it out because the customer was holding her head onto his cock. The only thing she could do was swallow, and she was having a hard time keeping up. He pumped 4-5 good shots of hot cum into her mouth before he eased his hands on her head. Lifting her mouth off his cock, she was about to put her G-string and pasties back on when the customer reminded her that the $200 covered more than just a blowjob. 

Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her towards him. This time, his legs pushed in between hers, spreading them as he continued to pull her closer. Before she knew it, she was positioned so her pussy was poised directly above his still hard cock. A swift spread of his legs caused hers to buckle, dropping her pussy onto his hard cock. He was a good 9" and her sudden drop impaled his throbbing purple cock head all the up to the opening of her cervix. 

The sudden drop took Jenny's breath away and she wanted to take a minute to regain her composure. The customer had other ideas. He had paid his $200 and he wanted his money's worth immediately. Using his strong hands, he started to bounce her ass up and down on his cock until she started getting the hang of it. Soon she was humping the customer to his satisfaction without his help. This gave him the freedom to play with her breasts, twisting her nipples and bending forward to bite them.

Jenny knew the quicker she got him off, the quicker she could be done with him and back to the dressing room. With that in mind, she closed her eyes to block out the sight of him, picked up the pace, and started riding him faster and harder. 

She still wasn't very good at telling when a guy was about to cum so when he fired a jet of cum into her womb, it took her by surprise. By then, her body's primal instincts had taken over and Jenny was determined to keep going until she had satisfied hr own sexual needs. This being her first time of sex, she wasn't adept at controlling the stimulation and she quickly came with a primal scream and a vibrating cunt.

Within a minute, the customer's cock had softened, dropping out of her with a plop, and was tucked back into his pants. Exiting the room, Jenny was left sitting in the chair, pondering what she had just been through. 

On one hand, she was thinking she already enough on the video to shut the place down. On the other hand, these feelings of intense sexual release were over powering and she was wondering whether she could ever see sex in the same way before.

Upon leaving the room, she made a beeline for the dressing room, changed into her street clothes, and opened her purse to check the video recorder. At that point she panicked. It was not there. She knew she had put it in her purse. Maybe someone had knocked her purse on the floor and it had fell out. A search of the surrounding area turned up empty.

It was then that she heard a voice clearing her throat. Turning, she was confronted by the owner of the club, the recorder in his hand. At that moment, time just seemed to stand still."

* * * * * 

Jerry's needed a break from the computer. Jumping up, he dashed down to the fridge for a cold drink and a snack before heading back to work on the rest of his story. The glowing component dimmed a little when Jerry got up from the keyboard but glowed bright again when her resumed his typing.

* * * * *

"With an unsaid motion of the owner's fingers, Jenny was directed to take a seat in the owner's office. Closing the office door, the owner took a seat on the edge of his desk, staring down at Jenny with a stern look. The contract she signed and the miniature video recorder from Jenny's purse were laying on the desk.

The look on the owner's face was enough to have Jenny shaking. When he did start speaking, it was clear to Jenny she was in a real bind. Over the next hour, the owner detailed all the offenses she had committed. For one, it was clearly posted on the outside of the club that recording equipment of any kind was allowed to be brought into the club by patrons. Jenny's contract bound her to confidentially, and it was obvious she was going to break that. The biggest offense was money she took for having sex with a customer. To this charge, Jenny began to deny any thing of the sort but the owner shut her up quick by explaining he had hard evidence to the contrary. If she persisted in her innocence, the Sheriff himself was sitting at the bar and it wouldn't take but 30 seconds to summon him, show him the video, and have her arrested for prostitution. 

By the time the owner was finish, Jenny was crying rivers of tears at the humiliation. It seemed like there was no way out of this predicament. The owner waited for a few minutes for the magnitude of what she was up against to sink in.

He told her she had her choice; 

1) He could have the Sheriff arrest her on the spot for numerous charges

OR

2) She could continue to work for him at the club for a year, doing just what she had done so far, and he would keep things quiet for as long as she kept her part of the bargain

The owner didn't give her much time to think about it, about 2 minutes.

Jenny knew she would never be able to show her face in town again if word got out. She also had to consider the enormous debt she had accumulated protesting the town's sins. Without looking the owner in the face, she meekly agreed to work at the club, starting immediately.




Computer Stories Ch. 06



As she slowly got up from her chair and made her way back to the dressing, the owner made it clear that part of the agreement was that her outward appearance would be one of enjoying what she did.

Within 10 minutes, Jenny was back in her G-string and pasties, on stage, sliding up and down the brass pole, and shaking her boobs & butt at the customers. By the end of the night her pussy got rubbed pretty well by the brass pole, and well drilled by the customers in the private rooms. At the rate she accumulated cash from the customers, the crushing debt she had accumulated, would vanish in 12 months. 

On the drive back home at the end of the night, she did have to admit that even though she had been forced into it, the money was good and the sex was not bad." 

* * * * *

It was really late as Jerry finally wrapped up his story, shut off his computer, and went to bed. That night, he slept pretty sound, having unloaded a fantasy comeuppance in words on his computer. 

In the coming weeks, Jerry didn't see much of Jenny, the town's morals busybody. It was more than 2 months later when he happened to overhear two women gossiping while he was waiting at the grocery store checkout. It seems there was a new dancer at the strip club that had a striking resemblance to Jenny. The biggest difference was Jenny had short, light brown hair. The new girl had waist length, extremely dark hair.



Computer Stories Ch. 07



Chapter 07 

Wild Times in the Wild

Author's note --

This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else's writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.

I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is a component inside Jerry's computer that causes what he writes to happen in real life, alters how people react. 

I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is the special component inside Jerry's computer. 

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Jerry Waters is slightly geeky kind of guy who one day acquires a computer with some interesting properties. He is using his computer to write erotic stories without fully realizing what is happening around him.

Soon after powering up his new acquisition, a strange twist of fate activated an interesting 'feature' on his 'antique' computer . . . .

The continuing saga --

Over the last 9 months, Jerry Waters had casually noticed some changes happening around town. His parents didn't seem so uptight, his sister seemed to have loosened up and more fun to talk to, the preppy girls that were the bane of almost every 'average' guy in town had mellowed and weren't causing as much trouble, the town 'morals busybody' was rarely to be seen or heard anymore, and the pitter-patter of tiny feet would soon be coming to the neighbors behind Jerry's house.

Jerry wasn't quite as frustrated as he was months ago but there were times when something would rub him the wrong way that he just had to vent. The problem was, he just wasn't the kind of guy to publicly speak out about what bothered him. His only comfort seemed to be writing an alternative way for things around him to happen. So it was that his computer became good mental therapy.

While Jerry was at the grocery store, he happened to overhear about the camping trip the local Sierra Club was planning for the weekend. Minimum age for belonging to the club was 18 and most of its members were under 40. There were about 12 people in the local Sierra Club but only 6 were able to make it for the outing. The club had turned down Jerry's application to the club for some obscure reason. This didn't sit well with Jerry since he loved the outdoors.

Bumping into a couple of the Sierra Club members at the store, as they bought groceries for the weekend, brought back a reminder of being shunned by them. Rather than confront them, Jerry slipped out of the store as quickly as possible. 

When he got home, he put the few groceries in the cupboards and the fridge. Grabbing a tall glass, he poured it full of the new brand of apple cider that showed up on the store shelves just last week. 

Flipping on the TV and relaxing back in his well-worn recliner, Jerry began sipping on his cider. When the show ended, he got up to change channels. He didn't make it to the TV, though. His head was spinning so bad he never made it to the TV. His legs gave out on him and he crumbled onto his bed. It took a while but he reasoned he was extremely drunk. Not only that, he was horny as hell. It took a while, but finally his head cleared enough to investigate how he got drunk so fast. Eliminating all other possibilities, what he just drank was the only explanation. 

It was hours before his head cleared, and even longer before his cock finally softened. When it did, he had an idea for revenge, at least in his mind. 

Sitting down at his computer, he began to type how he thought things should go for the club's outing . . . . 

* * * * * 

"It was a 2 hour drive in the van for the 6 members, 4 guys and 2 girls, of the local Sierra Club. They were headed for a very remote, pristine forest preserve in upper Minnesota. The spot they were headed for took half a day's hike after driving as deep into the preserve as was possible. The main reason for them going was to take a census of two endangered species in the area. They had the whole holiday extended weekend to comb the area, making their observations. 

It was getting late when they finally reached their campsite. Gathering firewood was a first priority because it wouldn't be long before the light faded and they wouldn't be able to see what to pick up. Next came tents, arranged in a somewhat tight circle around a fireplace pit. After everything else was squared away and a small fire was crackling away, they could finally sit down to the packaged trail meal that didn't need to be heated. As tired as they were from the long hike, there was still time to have some light conversation around the fire and talk over tomorrow's plans for the observations. 

Mike and Rick were the two single guys in the group. At 19 and 21, they were the most energetic of the bunch. At age 25,Larry was a little older and a little more mellow. Although he could technically be classified as 'single', that would change in 3 weeks, after a short walk down the isle. John was the oldest of the group at age 35. He'd been married for 10 years to a pillar-of-the-community wife. He also had 4 kids waiting for him at home. Hope and Crystal were the last two in the group. There were more women in the club but they were the only ones free for the weekend to go on the trip.

Hope was 24 and had been married just a year. Her and her husband had talked of having kids but not for a few years. Crystal was still single at 21 but things were getting pretty serious with the guy she was currently dating. Like Hope, she had planned on waiting a couple of years before popping out a couple of kids.

With meals eaten and plans for tomorrow made, each person made their way to their separate tent. Each had a sleeping bag, because even though the days were really warm, the nights could be a little cool. 

In the morning, John was the first one up, something of a habit for him. By the time the others started to rouse, he'd already had a small cooking fire going and a pot of coffee ready. Hope helped him get breakfast going while the others were sent off to gather more firewood.

With John alone with Hope, it gave him time to ponder some 'what ifs'. Hope was a striking brunet. At 5'7", she had nice muscular legs, a really tight ass, and what he estimated to be a nice rack of 36Cs. Lost in the moment, he caught himself thinking "What if he hadn't got married and what if Hope wasn't married? He'd sure like to fill her pussy with his cock." For that matter, he'd sure like to try out Crystal's tight pussy as well. 

A question from Hope about where the spatula was packed, brought him back to reality, and to the fact his cock was semi-hard from what he'd been thinking a few moments ago. The backpack in front of him, as he was kneeling, was the only thing preventing his secret from being discovered. While on the outside, Hope spoke lovingly of her husband, inwardly, she couldn't quite get some lustful thoughts of her own about John out of her mind.

The lustful thoughts didn't stop past the campsite. At the age where hormones were really kicking in, Mike and Rick both had some carnal thoughts of Crystal, especially every time she bent over to pick up a piece of firewood. The tight short-shorts she wore hugged her ass as if it were a second skin and had both guys speculating if she was a true blonde. There was also some speculation as to whether she had left all her bras at home. They could have sworn on more than one occasion they'd seen bare skin past her cleavage when she'd bent over to pick something up. It was hard to keep their minds on the assigned task at hand.

Crystal and the other guys arrived back at the campsite just as breakfast was being served. Despite the distractions encountered while gathering up firewood, the 'gathers' were able to bring back enough to last for dinner, an evening campfire, and the next morning's breakfast.

A quick breakfast and a quick confirmation as to who would be covering which areas, they paired up to do their observations and went in 3 different directions."

* * * * * As Jerry's fingers pounded out the story, when he got to the part about food, he stopped typing long enough to go downstairs and grab a quick snack. 

For the Sierra Club group out in the woods, miles away, things were going well but at the same time, a little different than past outings. Nobody could put their finger on anything specific but the group seemed to have a closer bond to one another than at any other time.

Stocked up on snacks, Jerry sat back down to his keyboard and began to type again. 

* * * * *

"Mike got paired with Crystal, Larry got paired with Hope, and Rick paired with John to cover the center observation area. The area to cover for each paired observers and their field observations would take most of the day. They would not be coming back to the campsite for lunch. Instead, lunch would consist of something nutritious but non-perishable.

With each of the paired people, the observations went well. They were able to spot some of the endangered birds they were looking for, plus a number of other wildlife that was not on the endangered list. 

For most everyone, the observations were pretty routine. For Mike, he still couldn't get over the lustful thoughts he'd had of Crystal before breakfast. He was pretty sure by now the thin button down shirt she wore, was the only thing she had on to hide her firm breasts. And when they would climb up a steep slope, he always let Crystal go first so he could get a good view of her firm ass. On a couple of occasions, Crystal thought she caught him taking longer-than-normal looks at her but didn't confront him outright. She actually thought it cute to do some harmless flirting with him. She knew he knew she was 'off limits' so she figured she could get away with it.

With Hope and Larry, the area they were covering was at least 2 miles from the rest of the group. Having a good 'high ground' position to observe from, the two of them found they could do most of their observations from a stationary position for long periods of time. This gave the two of them lots of time for idle chat. 

Without being too obvious, Larry geared a lot of his conversation to Crystal's upcoming wedding, and how Hope dealt with the times her husband had to be away from home for long periods of time on business during the first year of her marriage.

Hope wasn't sure where all this was leading but figured it was harmless. In fact, she felt flattered every time Larry paid her a compliment about her figure. Larry could tell he was piquing her interest and that had erotic thoughts running through his head.

While Rick and John's outward appearance was all concentrating on their intended task. John was still mulling erotic thoughts about Hope and Rick was doing the same thing about Crystal.

By the time everyone returned to the campsite at 6:00, they were really hungry. With everyone pitching in, dinner was ready in no time. Cleanup was just as fast. By 8:00, it was time to relax by the fire with a tall mug of the local organic grown cider and swap stories. 

It wasn't long before everyone started feeling the effects of the cider. Apparently, the place that made the stuff, used 190 proof grain alcohol and some secret herbal ingredients. The idea was that the 190 proof alcohol was needed to activate the herbal ingredients. After those ingredients were activated, the alcohol was supposed to be evaporated off. In the batch the Sierra Club bought, this step was overlooked. 

Before any of the club members knew what was happening, the alcohol had taken hold. Since the herbal ingredients had more time soaking in the alcohol, the potency was 100 times what it was intended. The mild health benefits had turned into a super potent aphrodisiac. Not only had the alcohol liberated each of the club's inhibitions, it had made them all horny as hell.

The 'off-limits' Crystal was now the prime target of Mike and Rick's libido. 

Normally Crystal would have adamant about Mike or Rick keeping their distance. Right now, she was feeling really horny and welcomed Mike and Rick sitting so close to her they were like bookends. As the heat of the fire warmed them, it seemed so natural for Mike and Rick to be kissing her neck. So welcome for their hands to be roaming across her chest. 

She closed her eyes as Mike deftly undid the buttons to her shirt while Rick undid the buttons to her shorts and unzipped them. When all the buttons to her shirt were undone, Mike was able to freely explore Crystal's firm breasts, topped with puffy nipples. Rick, on the other hand, had slipped a hand past the waistband of her panties and was exploring the outer parts of her pussy. Occasionally, his fingers would brush by her clit, causing her to quiver and suck in a breath. 

While all this was going on, Crystal had somehow found the zippers to the guys shorts, pulled them down, and now had a cock in each hand, stroking it into hardness. Crystal didn't miss a stroke as Mike pulled her shirt completely off, leaving her totally naked from the waist up. With her shirt out of the way, both Mike and Rick started kissing her firm breasts and lapping at her perky tits. 

Rick was still trying to work her pussy with his free hand but her shorts and panties were hampering the movements of his fingers. Finally he just used both hands to pull her shorts and panties off in one movement then tossed then aside. With nothing in his way for access to her pussy, Rick moved to in between her legs to work her slit with his fingers. Ramping it up even more, Rick's mouth dove in to start tasting the juices that were starting to flow from her slit.

Even though Crystal didn't have Rick's cock to stroke, Mike was making sure her hands were not idle. By this time, Mike was standing up so his cock was at the level of her face. She had one hand massaging his balls while her other hand was on Rick's head, encouraging him to work her pussy even harder. 

With Mike's hands on each side of her head, he directed her mouth to his cock head. As soon as his cock head touched Crystal's lips, they parted to allow his cock entry into her warm mouth. It wasn't long before Crystal had worked into a good rhythm, sucking Mike's cock. Her mouth was taking Mike's cock deep with each inward stroke. Seeing as though she had never contemplated sucking a guys cock, let alone having actually done it, she was doing it now like she'd had years of practice. 

While all this was going on, Larry had managed to get behind Hope so that his arms could reach around to her breasts with both hands. Hope's pull over was pulled up above her breasts. Larry had managed to unbutton her bra and now have easy access to fondle both breasts and nipples with his fingers at the same time. 

John was in front of Hope, furiously probing her mouth with his tongue. Hope had undone John's shorts and pulled them down to his ankles, letting his swelling cock swing free. John's hands reached down to Hope's skirt and hiked it up around her waist. Her lace panties were the only thing blocking unobstructed access to her married pussy. 

Wanting to find a new place to put his tongue, John dipped his head down to her panty-covered pussy. Even though she still had her panties on, she could easily feel John's hot breath through the fabric. 

Looping a finger under the elastic of the fabric that covered Hope's pussy, his fingers pulled the fabric toward his mouth. As one finger pushed part of her panties into his mouth, John bit down hard on the material with his teeth, tearing a hole in the fabric. Tugging from each side of the hole, his fingers widened the tear until it was a large gapping hole at the entrance of her pussy. With the way cleared for access to her pussy, John's tongue dove in and started eagerly probing deeply into her slit. With each dip into her slit, Hope let out at little moan.

Larry was still working Hope's breasts from behind with his hands. Wanting even better access, he managed to lift Hope's pullover top completely up over her head and thrown to the ground behind him. Her bra was also lifted over her head and tossed behind her next to her pullover.

With Larry working her breasts, Hope reached behind her to find the growing bulge in Larry's pants. Giving her a hand, Larry unzipped his fly and pulled his shorts down so her fingers could work the bare skin of his cock. As Larry kneaded Hope's breasts, Hope's fingers worked Larry's cock into a stiff pole.

John's wife was quite conventional and never let him lick her pussy or suck his cock. With Hope being a willing partner, John was exploring some long held desires. With one of his desires explored, his next want was to have his fat cock sucked by a hot mouth. 

Trading places with Larry, John position Hope's head so that it was tilted drastically tilted back. With her head tilted back, her mouth automatically opened wide. This was perfect for John to line up his stiff cock with her mouth and start sliding it in. So it was that John began sliding his cock into Hope's hungry mouth. As John inched forward, his balls slid across her forehead, her nose and finally to her lips, his cock embedded deep into her throat. Pulling almost all the way out, the process was repeated again and again, driving deep into her throat then pulling back.

Larry, seeing that John had Hope pretty well occupied with John's cock, he decided to get his virgin cock lubricated with Hope's pussy juices. Lining his cock head up with her dripping pussy, Larry slowly began pushing his hard length into her steaming channel. This was the first time his cock had ever experienced a woman's pussy and he showed all the signs of loving every second of it. Taking his queue from John fucking Hope's throat, Larry got into a corresponding rhythm of fucking her pussy.

With Larry's inexperience, it wasn't long before his balls tensed up and streams of hot cum rocketed up his cock, straight into Hope's fertile womb. The effect of this hot blast caused a cascading orgasm so hard, Larry thought her pussy was going to pinch off his cock inside her. 

The powerful moan in Hope's throat vibrated John's cock, causing him to cum sooner than he expected. In quick succession, one spurt of cum went straight down her throat, one shot filled hr mouth as he pulled out, and another shot sprayed her breasts and dribbled down her chin."

* * * * * 

Spurred on by his erotic fantasy payback on the Sierra Club members, Jerry's fingers flew over the keyboard. The unknown cube inside his computer case glowed an unseen, bright red. Far, far away, deep in the forest, 6 people were experiencing an unplanned orgy. Though loud enough to be heard quite some distance, there was no one around to hear them. Under normal circumstances, the orgy never would have happened, or even been contemplated.

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"Crystal was working Mike's cock like a woman possessed, sucking it deep, while her tongue seemed to curl around it, licking it from every physical position possible. While Mike was really enjoying Crystal's new found talent, he didn't want his first shot of cum to go into her mouth. Quickly pulling away from a reluctant Crystal, he traded ends with Rick, who was glad to finally get some action on his hard cock. 

Crystal's mouth quickly found Rick's cock and sucked it in so deep, Rick almost thought he was going to lose it to her mouth. Rick's ministrations on Crystal's pussy had it slick with her juices and Mike had no trouble at all driving his cock into her pussy in one quick thrust. The suddenness of Mike's thrust into her caused Crystal to take a deep, hard suck on Rick's cock. Rick wasn't prepared for the ferocity of her assault on his cock and it didn't take long for him to start pumping her thirsty mouth full of cum. 




Computer Stories Ch. 07



As Rick was filling her mouth of with hot sticky cum, Mike was busy ramming his own cock in and out in deep, powerful strokes. As soon as Rick stopped filling her mouth, Crystal's full attention turned to encouraging Mike to pound her pussy really hard. With the oral attention Crystal had paid to Mike's cock, combined with how her pussy was working it, Mike's cock convulsed and started dumping loads of cum into her waiting womb. 

When Mike finally pulled out of her, she was wanting more. That opportunity came in the form for Rick already hard again. This time, she wanted to be on top. With Rick on his back, Crystal climbed on top and sat down hard on his shaft, driving it in as deep as it would go. With her hands on his chest for support, she started bouncing up and down vigorously on his cock. With Rick now on his second wind, he was better able to keep up with the way Crystal was working his cock. 

After Crystal had worked Rick's cock for a while, she suddenly found herself being bent over while still being fully imbedded on Rick's cock. The reason for what had just taken place was soon apparent. 

Mike had lubed up his cock head and placed it at the entrance of her ass hole. With a steady pressure, Mike slowly pushed his cock head into the entrance, finally making it past the muscular ring. Now it was just a matter of time of sawing it back and forth until it was fully imbedded in her ass. 

Working in coordinated strokes, Mike and Rick kept up a steady pace of pounding both her pussy and ass. Now it was Crystal's turn to build to a mind blowing climax. All three were sweating and grunting like wild animals. Mike had never taken a girl in the ass before and couldn't believe how tight Crystal's was. Both Mike and Rick could feel each other's cock stroking Crystal's insides. Crystal couldn't believe how incredible it felt to be stuff in both holes. The residual cum from Rick's earlier assault on her mouth was drooling from her mouth.

The guys sensed each other was about to cum and held off until they could shoot her up at the same instant. Crystal was on the verge herself and when the guys drove deep into her at the same time and held there, it was the thing that finally did it for her. Hot shots of cum filling her womb and ass, was enough for her cunt to contract violently. The howls from all three audibly confirmed what had happened.

Meanwhile, Hope was getting thoroughly getting fucked and filled in all three holes by both John and Larry. Before the night was over, each guy had explored all three holes of each woman. When everyone was too exhausted to continue anymore, each stumbled off to their respective tents to drift off to a sound sleep. Both of the women were thoroughly covered, and filled with cum. The guys were soaked in sweat and reeked of sex.

In the morning, all six people awoke long after the sun had come up. With their heads now clear, they began to take stock of what had happened. No one seemed to have a clear memory of what had happened the night before. When all six finally came out of their tents and looked at each other, no one really wanted to look each other in the eye. No one wanted to say anything about it either but all agreed they would never speak of it to each other or anyone else."

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Jerry was pretty exhausted when he finally finished and shut off his computer. With a frustration load off his chest, he was able to sleep soundly. 

A month later, both Hope and Crystal were taking home pregnancy tests, confirming what they already suspected. For Hope, she had to think up a reason for why her and her husband were going to have a baby sooner then they had planned. For Crystal, she could blame it on failed birth control during sex with her soon-to-be husband. Since she would be noticeably showing if the wedding date plans were left unchanged, the couple scrambled to contact all the suppliers to see if the date could be moved up considerably. 



Computer Stories Ch. 08



Chapter 08

Swim team goes all the way

Author's note --

This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else's writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.

I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is a component inside Jerry's computer that causes what he writes to happen in real life. 

I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is the special component inside Jerry's computer. 

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Jerry Waters is slightly geeky kind of guy who one day acquires a computer with some interesting properties. He is using his computer to write erotic stories without fully realizing what is happening around him. . . . . . . .

The State swimming championship finals for Jerry's high school were only a month away. Things were really looking promising this year. It had been more than 15 years since the swim team had a shot at being in the finals and this seemed like the year it was going to happen.

Jerry had tried out a month and a half ago but apparently he wasn't what the aging coach was looking for. It was really disappointing for him. This could have been the one shining moment in his senior year to be recognized for something, and now that chance was gone.

Mr. James, the team coach had been the swimming coach for 40 years. His coaching style was 'old school'. Maybe that was why the team had not been to the state finals in 15 years. He just hadn't kept up with new training ideas. Some of the faculty had thought of replacing him but that would have been hard to do since he had tenure and didn't seem to willing to hand over the coaching job to someone else voluntarily. In a strange twist of fate, he would have to involuntarily hand over the position to someone else.

It was on a Tuesday evening. Mr. James had driven to the store for a few groceries and was returning home. A drunk driver blew the red light and broad-sided the car Mr. James was driving. If it hadn't been for the seatbelt and airbags, he would have been dead. As it was his injuries would have him laid-up for months, maybe just enough to put an end to his coaching career.

It was a real blow to the school. As much as they had wished he would 'move on', they'd never wish something like this on him. As much as his coaching techniques were out of date, he still had a passion for seeing the swim team win. From his hospital bed the next day, he insisted they find an immediate replacement to finish coaching the boys to the state finals. That was going to be a tough order to fill seeing as how it was a small town and there weren't many males qualified to fill the coach's shoes. 

As Jerry shuffled the hallways between classes, he kept thinking how not only his chance to shine had been snuffed out, but the school's chance as well. That Friday, when he got home from school, he thought that maybe writing his fantasy version of winning the State Swimming Championships would boost his spirits.

Powering up his computer, the lights on the outside flickered and flashed, the hard drive whirred, and a unidentified component inside the computer case started to glow . . . .

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"The schools only swimming coach just got into a crippling accident, just as the team was about to have a shot was winning the state championships. The faculty was about to give up on finding a suitable replacement when Lucy Phillips walked into the faculty office late Friday afternoon and offered to take on the responsibility of leading the team at a shot at the state championship. 

In her younger days, Lucy had competed on the girls swim team in high school and regional finals. At 5'7", she had strong leg muscles and a supple body. At 36, she was still really good in the water. At 18, she was on the 'short list' of Olympic hopefuls when she unexpectedly got pregnant. She had thought over the idea of having the baby aborted but just couldn't bring herself to doing something like that. 

He boyfriend John, was a little reluctant to step-up-to-the-plate, so to speak, and take on the responsibility of supporting Lucy and the baby. Eventually, he came around to the idea of doing-the-right-thing. Without a lot of fanfare, he proposed to her and she accepted. 

Lucy and John decided to get married a month later. Unfortunately, that was not to be. John was thrown from his motorcycle when it hit a deer. His freedom-from-wearing-a-helmet view of operating a motorcycle cost him his life. Lucy was now on her own to raise a baby. This she did, to the exclusion of all else, including a social life and her own sexual needs. After a culmination of making sure he was prepared to face life on his own, she saw her son off to college just 6 months ago, leaving her to now live all to herself. Because she had raised her son to be very independent, he wasn't dependent on mom to get by. He did appreciate his mom's occasional 'Care' packages. 

Without the need to constantly pamper her son, she needed something to keep herself busy. Hearing that her son's high school was in dire need of a swim coach, and that her past swimming experience might be useful, she figured she might be able to help out until a new coach could be found.

So it was, she found herself standing in the faculty lounge, inquiring about whom she should talk to in regard to the swimming coaching job. It took some convincing but she finally won out as the only suitable candidate. There were some questions about whether a woman would be a good fit for the position but these were overruled by some of the senior male faculty members. They felt her past swimming qualifications more than balanced the fact she was female, coaching an all male team. Maybe it was her qualifications, or maybe it was the way Lucy's dark brown doe eyes looked at them. Whatever the reason, she was told to start on Monday.

That weekend, she poured over all the swimming publications and Internet articles she could get her hands on. She also dug up some books on motivation because from what she'd heard, half the team's problem for under achievement was lack of motivation. She was determined to live up to everything she had promised to the faculty. By late Sunday night she came up with a radical plan to give the swim team the best chance to win.

The varsity swim team was made up entirely of seniors. On Monday, at the after school swimming practice, she had all the suited-up boys sit down on the bench. It was time for an unorthodox pep talk. 

For starters, she had two of the boys round up the spectators in the bleachers and usher them out the pool area doors. The doors were then locked from the inside. Once the pool area was cleared of any non-team members, Lucy started setting forth her idea of the training program that would take place over the next month. The approach she was going to take was a no-nonsense one and she had very high expectations of the boys. 

For one, the training program would be a secret to everyone but the swim team, not only to keep the team focused, but also to keep the other teams guessing as to what new training program she was using to get the boys to the state championship.

Point by point, she laid out specifics on what the team and each boy needed to work on. At first, these high expectations were something the boys expected. It was the bombshell she dropped on them next that really got their attention. 

The pool's heaters were going to be turned off. The cooler water would motivate them to swim faster to stay warm, doing their distance in as short a time as possible. Her next words were the ones that got some really embarrassed looks from the boys.

Lucy pointed out a study that showed that a person could swim faster and train harder the less he had on to impede the water flowing over their body. To that end, she came up with the idea that the boys were going to be wearing shorter hair, shaving what chest hair they had, AND practicing without swimming trunks on at all. 

This last pronouncement almost had all the boys' jaws hit the floor. That probably wouldn't have been too big a deal for a male coach, but a female one was another mater. Some of the guys were a little skittish about the idea but a couple of others, who were proud of what they were packing, thought it would be interesting to participate in some condoned exhibitionism to this hot female coach, showing off the 'assets' that had their girlfriends swooning. 

Lucy made it clear there would be no playtime over the next month and she expected a lot of hard work out of each one of the boys. To make up for the short time frame she had to work with, the new coaching rules would start immediately, as she motioned for the guys to start taking off their trunks. 

While the more 'confident' guys quickly took off their trunks and threw them on the bench, the holdouts weren't quite so ready to go along with it. Lucy had anticipated this turn of events and was prepared. Her response was to take off her shoes, her top, and her skirt. What remained was a skimpy bikini that got an immediate, and clearly visible reaction. 

The enticement for all the boys to participate with the others in practicing in the nude, was that if they won the state championship, the day afterwards there would be a pool party where one lucky boy would get to untie the strings to her bikini top and bottoms and pull them off, leaving her bared to all the boys. She would then join them in the water for some goofing off time.

That offer to strip for them was all it took and the holdouts soon stripped off their trunks and threw them on the bench with all the others. Lining the boys up, Lucy walked up and down the line, like a drill sergeant inspecting the troops. Lucy could tell right away which of the boys were the most confident. The ones with the cocks that were starting to stiffen were the ones with the most self-confidence. The ones whose cock was still limp were the ones that would need some self-esteem boosting and she would need to assign some special workouts to boost their confidence. 

Once her visual assessment was done, she assigned specific swimming strokes to practice on, and how many laps to complete in the time remaining. Soon the water was churning with naked male bodies. As Lucy paced the pool deck, observing each boy, she began to fantasize about those youthful cocks that seemed to be waiving at her. What kept going through her head was whether her decision to have the boys practice in the nude was for the benefit of the team or her own voyeurism.

This afternoon's practice was more an informal assessment of the team's abilities. Tomorrow she would be taking specific performance measurements for each boy. At the end of the practice, she lined them up again and stressed they not divulge what went on during practice. If they did, it would ruin her, and the boys' possibility for a state championship. Everyone promised to keep the secret. With that, she released the boys to go shower and dress.

Over the next few weeks, the boys worked hard during practice while Lucy observed with her clipboard and stopwatch. Occasionally, she would motion one or more of the boys out of the pool so she could impart some individual coaching counseling. As the boys stood next to her, she occasionally found one of her hands at her side, taking an 'accidental' brush against the cock that was hanging so close. She had not had intimate relations with a man in such a long time, and hr need so great, she almost forgot that her primary mission was to lead these boys to victory."

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Jerry's fingers were flying across the keyboard, the lights on the face of computer flickered as what he typed was stored on the hard drive. Inside the case, a bright red glow emanated from an unidentified component. Jerry so strongly wanted his school to win the championships, the thoughts he was entering into his computer, were ones he somehow wished would come true.

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"As Lucy watched over the boys in hr bikini and monitored the boys' progress, she could tell they were making a lot of progress. They were so into her training regime, they not only shaved the hair on their heads, but they also shaved ALL the hair from between their legs to reduce drag. This was even more erotic to Lucy. She had to concentrate really hard on her task.

Charting their progress, she could tell they were making a lot of progress. From her stopwatch timings, she reasoned that the progress would not be enough to win the championship. Clearly, Lucy needed to provide some additional motivation to the boys.

Midway during practice, she had everyone out of the pool and sit on the bench. She then commenced to offer them praise for all the hard work they had put in so far. At the same time, she laid out the fact that she didn't think they would be able to improve enough by next week when the championships commenced unless they worked harder. She had decided that more incentive was needed to work harder. The additional incentive was just as unorthodox as her original training regime. She told the boys that if they were to win their individual meets, not only would she strip for them at the 'after party', she would also kiss the head of their cocks.

It was one of those things where she almost regretted saying it as soon as the promise left her mouth. This incentive seemed to be what it took to spur them on. With each passing day, the boys shaved a few seconds off their time with each passing day. By the time of the championship meet, Lucy was confident the boys had a good chance to win.

On the day of the championships, Lucy was on pins and needles as each of the heats started. Lucy was completely ecstatic as the boys started racking up win after win. All she could think about at the time was the pure elation of winning. The thought of what she had promised in the preceding weeks was not on her mind at the moment. 

When all the heats had ended and the results confirmed, the judges announced her school's swim team had made a clean sweep. They had won every event.

It wasn't until all the jubilation had died down that she started to think about tomorrow's swim party and what she had promised. Before the boys left the meet, Lucy reminded them to me at the swim party the next day.

That night, Lucy paced the floor, thinking over the last month and a half. She had seen these boys work really hard to go above and beyond to win. She had also exerted a lot of self control of her own sexual desires while seeing all those naked male bodies, with fantasies of stroking so many cocks and having them inside her. 

Upon arriving at the pool, she found all the boys waiting for her. They were all standing around, wearing their trunks. Gathering them together, she spent a few minutes congratulating them on their wins. With a slight pause, she also acknowledged she would fulfill her part of the bargain.

With them all looking on, she pulled off her shoes, then her sweater top, and finally her skirt. What was left was the skimpy string bikini the boys had seen her in at every practice. As part of the bargain, the boy who got the honors to remove her bikini top and bottoms would be the one who had the greatest lead over his opponent. That honor fell to Chris. 

Stepping forward, Chris came face to face with Lucy, paused for a few seconds, he then started pulling on the strings that held her top and bottoms on. The top was the first to come off, revealing a perfect set of 36C firm breasts, topped with nice, full nipples. The bottoms were next to go. There was a round of cheers, not only for the fact that she was the one who was now naked for them but that she had shaved her pussy bare as a sign of solidarity for the same thing the boys had done in eliminating all the hair between their legs. To fulfill the next part of her bargain, a chair was brought out for one boy at t time to sit in while Lucy kissed his cock head. 

The height of the chair was such that it was slightly below her waist level. That meant that she had to bend over a little in order for her mouth to reach to the seated boy's cock. Since Chris was the one to strip her naked, he also claimed the right to be the first one to have his cock head kissed. Pulling down his trunks, he climbed into the chair and motioned for her to approach. 

As Lucy slowly bent down, Chris' cock slowly waived in front of her, occasionally pulsing with anticipation. As her lips met the tip of his cock head, Chris felt a slight electric jolt of pleasure course through his cock. Even though Lucy's part of the bargain was to just kiss the head of each boy's cock, she found her lips opening up to take the entire cock head into her mouth. Chris followed her lead and gently guided her mouth lower and lower over the length of his shaft. 

Lucy's soft lips, and hot mouth felt like heaven as it engulfed inch after inch of his cock. For Lucy, it felt wonderful to again be providing pleasure to a man. Soon, her head was taking long slow strokes, up and down his cock, her tongue working the head when it was almost out of her mouth. 

Lucy was so engrossed in sucking Chris' cock, it was a few moments before she realized there was a finger probing her pussy. When she did notice, she widened her legs even further, to give the boy easy access to her moistening cunt. As the finger probed more and more, a soft moan emanated around Chris' cock. 

When the fingers stopped their probing, Lucy felt a sense of disappointment. Her pussy was feeling so good and now she was without. This didn't last long, as the fingers were replaced with a hot, stiff cock that began probing for a way into her moist pussy. Reaching a hand under her, Lucy guided the probing cock into her waiting pussy that was in desperate need. Although, her cunt was well lubricated, it was fairly tight form not having been used for so long. Soon it was slowly sawing in and out of her hot box. Lucy's soft purring around Chris' cock began again. Although Chris would have like it to last a lot longer, his balls couldn't wait. Lucy soon found her mouth filling with hot, sticky cum and she did the best she could at drinking it all down. 

When Chris had softened, his hands pulled her head up off his limp cock. Getting up from the chair, the seat was quickly occupied again by another boy, who guided her head back down to his throbbing member for her to begin sucking it as well. 

Lucy had barely gotten into a good rhythm when she felt the cock in her cunt unload its contents into her slick channel. This process was repeated over and over again, until Lucy had sucked every single guy to orgasm and drank all their cum. Her cunt was dripping copious amounts of white, sticky fluid. Along the way, she experienced 2-3 of her own orgasms, giving the cock that was in her at the time, a rippling grip it had never experienced before.

Having finished the last boy, Lucy dropped to her knees and sat down on the towel-covered floor, leaning up against a bench for support. Her need satiated, she needed some time to recover. 

He rest was short lived, as numerous hands grabbed her arms and legs, and carried her body over to the water's edge. With only a couple of wobbly swings, she found herself hitting the water, quickly followed by the all the members of the swim team. They played around in the water for another hour or two before all were completely exhausted.

The winners celebration wrapped up soon after, as the worn out, but smiling group got in their cars and went their separate ways."




Computer Stories Ch. 08



* * * * * Even though Jerry had some additional words to add to his fantasy story, he was too tired to continue. He saved what he had written all night long and powered down the system. Within minutes his head hit the pillow and he was fast asleep.

At the State Swimming Championships a few weeks later, Jerry cheered his school on as the team won every heat. It was a clean sweep, a school first. Jerry was so elated, he forgot all about his own tryout for the swim team and the story he had written a month earlier. The new mid-thirties, female swim coach was all smiles, as she proudly posed for pictures with her winning team.

Although starting as just a 'fill-in', she decided to stay on as the swim team coach for next year. In the succeeding years, the swim team racked up numerous regional and state trophies, more than any school in the region. Although there were a number of rumors about how she did it, her secret to success was never revealed.



Computer Stories Ch. 09



Chapter 09

Senior Class field trip bares all

Author's note --

This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else's writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.

I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in some important background that leads up to this chapter. Key to the stories is a component inside Jerry's computer that causes what he writes to happen in real life. 

For those of you who read this from the standpoint that normal human beings wouldn't act this way. Get over it, it's just a fantasy. I just wrote it off the top of my head, without any written notes and didn't use an editor to make sure all the grammar was perfect (other than WORD). Have fun and enjoy the scenery.

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Jerry Waters is slightly geeky kind of guy who one day acquires a computer with some interesting properties. He is using his computer to write erotic stories without fully realizing what is happening around him.

At Jerry's small high school, the highlight of the school year is a field trip by members of the senior class. It had become sort of a tradition for it to be segregated by sex. The boys would do something rugged and the girls would go on some wild shopping trip or some other event that didn't require high levels of testosterone.

For Jerry's senior class, the vote was to take a wild rapids shooting ride down a remote western United States river. To make sure everything was properly sanctioned, at least three of the school's faculty members were required to go along as chaperons. Since this would this would be a pretty grueling trip, most of the aging members declined to go on the field trip for the boys and instead opted as chaperons for the girls. 

With a class size of about 100, and slightly more girls than boys, that made for a maximum possible boys group size of about 40. The number of teachers fit enough for the trip, boiled down to about four; one man (about 30) and three women (between 25 and 30). Because of costs and schedules, the actual number of students ended up being about nineteen. This included Jerry, who'd been saving up for the trip since the beginning of school year.

On the day of the trip, the early morning sun shown brightly on the dew dropped blades of grass at the train station as the three women teachers and eighteen students boarded the Amtrak train that would take them to their destination. The last minute dropout of the male teacher was due to a recent broken arm from a fall off his bicycle. The one lone, missing student was Jerry. 

Jerry's dad had to be away in Europe on a week long, unplanned business trip. His mother was confined to bed due to an emergency surgery. It wasn't bad enough to be hospitalized but bad enough she couldn't take care of herself. Since no one else was available to be there for his mother, Jerry was obligated to stay and take care of her. Needless to say, having to tend to his recovering mother caused him to have to cancel his plans for the senior trip.

Seeing as how he would need to be available 24/7 to help his mother out, it would be difficult for him to leave the house but for short periods of time. For Jerry, the frustration was almost unbearable. He knew it wasn't his mother's fault for having to have the operation but he felt the trip he'd waited for all three years of high school had just gone down the tubes. 

Jerry tried watching TV to take his mind off the situation but nothing he tuned into made a difference. The only thing that seemed to help when life dumped on him or frustrations just plain welled up in him, was to write a version of he thought things might be. 

Such was the case, as Jerry powered up his computer to write about how he thought the trip would go.

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"As the three young teachers made sure all their students got on the train, there was a bit of disappointment that John Adams, the male chaperone, couldn't make it. The trip could have been canceled the day the school found out John broke his arm and couldn't go. The other three teachers knew how much this trip meant to the boys and were not going to let them be disappointed. 

So it was that the group boarded the train, with their backpacks loaded with only the most essential items and clothes. Since the weather would be really mild, the wardrobe for everyone would be light jackets, shorts, and thin tops. For the guys, the tops would be mostly muscle shirts or hacked-up pullovers. For the women teachers, it was either tube-tops or button-downs of really thin material. For the women to have packed a bra would have taken up too much room in their backpacks. Besides, the only time their breasts might show would be if their shirts got wet, and if it was rough enough to get soaked on top, a life jacket would provide covering. 

The train took almost 10 hours to get them to the closest station. From there, it was a two-hour ride in three vans, each pulling a large canoe trailer. Upon reaching the drop-off point, the vans disgorged their contents of people and gear. The canoes were lined up along the river and filled with each person's gear. With last minute coordination with the van drivers to meet them at the pick-up point five days later, the vans left them to sort out the rest of the trip.

There would be three to a canoe. Each of the teachers would ride in the center and leave all the paddling up to the students at each end of the canoe. With a last minute check of maps and watches, the group launched out onto the calm river. Because of the late start, the first day's travels would not be very far before they camped. The gently sloped valley floor made for a wide, shallow river. That first day's travel was a lazy one and they made it to the first campsite without incident. 

Canoes tied up, tents pitched, dinner cooked and eaten, the group settled in to sitting by a large campfire and swapping small talk. All three of the teachers sat together, nursing a warm cup of coffee, and talked about husbands, boy friends, and prospect of being surrounded by this much testosterone loaded male flesh for three whole days. 

Of the three, Jenny was the only one not married. She didn't even have a boyfriend. Julie had been married for four years and no kids. Sara had been married for 1 year. As they sat by the fire, Julie and Sara began teasing Jenny about which one of the boys she liked most. With Jenny showing she could dish out as much as came her way, started pointing out which of the boys in their group had the 'hots' for Julie and Sara. Soon it became somewhat of a 'challenge' to see which one of them had the most sex appeal to the boys.

The 'challenge' was that they would flirt with as many of the boys as possible over the next two days, without being obvious. They would let things heat up to the point where the next step would be physical contact but not let it get that far. The winner would have the losers grade her class papers for a week. With a three-handed shake, the deal was sealed. Unknown to the women, their 'challenge' was overheard by one of the boys who was getting something out of his backpack. Apparently he had quietly wandered by and was about to enter his own tent when their conversation caught his attention.

All three women shared a tent together, and not being loaded with as much energy as the boys, turned in early. The boys would turn in themselves about an hour later, but not before waiting until the women were fast asleep to hold an impromptu meeting. 

As the boys sat around talking about what to do, they finally came up with a plan of their own. They would do almost anything they could to get the female teachers to display as much flesh as possible, whether that meant getting the women wet enough to be able to see under their clothing or have them wearing as little as possible, or no covering at all.

The next morning, everyone was up early. Breakfast was prepared and cleanup was done quickly. Everyone wanted to get and early start on the river. The day started comfortable and the temperatures would be warm enough that no one would need a jacket even in the early morning. 

According to the plan the women hatched the night before, all three were wearing their tightest, shortest shorts and thin blouses. Each of the three women climbed into separate canoes, in the center position. Most of today's route would be on relatively calm water. The last few miles before they camped there would be some rough rapids however.

The night before, the boys had worked out a plan, along with silent signals to execute those plans. With the women in the center position of the canoes, they could lay back on a pack, legs and arms draped over the side, and soak up the sun. In this position, each of the women's legs were spread pretty far apart, giving some of the closest boys a real good view. Also, with their arms hanging over the sides, it would pull the thin material that covered their chest. Their nipple protrusions would be noticeable but it was not like they didn't have anything on at all, showing their breasts and nipples. This is what the women were counting on, just enough to tease the boys but not enough to really expose themselves. They were going to see which one of them could attract the most attention.

The boys had their own plans to ramp things up. When they first started down the river, they purposefully were spread apart to lull the women into a relaxed state. With their teachers laying back in the canoe, with their eyes closed, the boys quietly maneuvered all the canoes close together so that the three canoes that held the women would be in the center and the other canoes would be circled around them.

With a silent signal, the boys initiated their plan. Paddles started furiously slapping the water, sending river water coursing over the center canoes. In seconds all the occupants of the center canoes were thoroughly soaked. The thin material of the women's tops, opaque when dry, turned totally transparent and clingy when soaking wet, giving the boys a perfect view of the firm flesh underneath. What was supposed to be some harmless flirting, had been ramped up by the boys to being a titillating come-on for more than just a tease.

To make sure that had a good view, the boys made sure their teachers tops stayed wet for a long time. When they stopped for lunch, the teacher's shirts were still soaking wet and displaying every curve and pore of their breasts. Since the splashing contest put on by the boys had soaked the rest of their clothes, there was nothing dry to put on that would obscure each of those beautiful breasts. All through lunch, the boys stuck close to the women to get the most out of their half naked teachers. 

While at first, the women were a little pissed, all three realized it was mostly their own fault. They had started it, and the boys had just upped the ante. After lunch and before they shoved off again, the three women had a quick huddle. Julie gave the other women a wink and said, "if the boys want to tease, let's up the ante". With all three in agreement, the three stripped off their tops completely and sat down in the center of the canoes. The only thing they had on was short shorts and shoes. Neither of them was wearing any panties, as these had been thoroughly soaked as well. 

The boys matched the women piece for piece; no shirts, thin shorts, and tennis shoes. The constant sight of naked boobs made for noticeable bulges in all the boys' shorts. Over the course of the next few hours, it got ramped even further. One by one, each of the boys removed his shorts, making the only thing left wearing was just a pair of tennis shoes. 

After the last boy was down to just his tennis shoes, they all hooted and shouted for the teachers to follow suit. Julie, Jenny, and Sara looked at each other for some kind of agreement. They knew they were the ones that had initially started this whole thing. It wouldn't be very easy to back out now. With a nod from Jenny, all three removed their shorts. Now just their shoes were the only things still left on any of the members of the group. 

The hoots and whistles of acknowledgement from the boys quickly became adrenalin rush yells as the calm water suddenly turned to rushing rapids. In a flash, life jackets were grabbed and strapped on, as the group navigated the rushing water for the next mile.

At the end of the rapids, the group pulled their canoes up on to the bank to set up camp for the overnight stay. All were still on an adrenalin high from their exhibitionism and the thrill of shooting the rapids."  

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All this writing about naked bodies had Jerry a little warm himself. Getting up from his chair, he stripped off his socks, shoes, and shirt. The only thing left were a thin pair of loose boxer shorts. The extra looseness of his boxer shorts, allowed for his semi-hard erection a place to get comfortable. A towel from the bathroom helped take care of the perspiration off his forehead.

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"The turbulent waters of the rapids had managed to soak all the clothes so there was nothing dry to wear. It was pointless for the women to put anything on since the thin, wet material would show everything anyway. The first order of business was to string some rope between two trees to hang the wet clothes on. Hopefully, the shirts and shorts would dry out within a few hours and they'd have some dry covering to put on. 

The boys didn't mind the view of their naked teachers. In fact, the boys themselves had no dry clothes to put on and, in keeping with turning the tables on the teachers, they went about setting up the campsite naked so as to keep up the sexual pressure on each of them. They knew it would be erotically distracting to the teachers, which was part of the plan. Using one excuse after another to be around the women, the boys made sure each of the women got a close-up look. Sometimes, it was necessary for the boys to help the women out with one thing or another, and that made for bodies to be in frequent contact with each other. 

The clothes took much longer than expected so no one had any clothes on still by the end of dinner. The evening campfire that night warmed the naked flesh as everyone had gotten pretty much used to seeing each other without any clothes on by now. 

Sitting between two of the boys, Julie seemed to be the most relaxed. It didn't seem to bother her at all that two testosterone-loaded males with semi-hard erections were seated within arm's reach. She must have done it without thinking because she soon realized she had her fingers wrapped around each cock and was slowly stroking it. The boys didn't seem to mind at all. In fact they seemed to be in another world altogether. 

A couple of other boys nearby were also mesmerized with the attention Julie was giving their classmates. What really brought out the smiles was when the cocks being worked on by Julie started firing geysers of hot, white liquid. Following Julie's lead, both Jenny and Sara had joined in with the hand-jobs for the boys close by to them. 

Emboldened by Julie's willingness to stroke his fellow classmates, another boy stepped up to Julie so that his cock was just an inch away from her face. Julie's first boyfriend had taught her how to give a good blowjob and she really took a liking to it, becoming very good at it. Her husband though, was the type who wasn't into oral sex, so it had been a few years since the last time her lips were wrapped a hard, warm cock. Wanting again to taste a succulent member, her lips didn't waste any time latching on to the shaft of flesh that was waiving in front of her face. 

Since the original two boys were spent, she released their softening members from her grip and began using her fingers to massage the third boy's balls. Two more boys motioned for the first two to make way for them. Julie now had one boy's cock in her mouth and two more wanting the same treatment.

Sara and Jenny had never had the chance to experience a blowjob and were watching Julie intently, learning the best way to give one. After 10 minutes of watching, two of the boys nearby them figured they'd had enough instruction time and placed their own cocks up to Sara and Jenny's lips with orders to "suck it". All three women were now busily slurping away on hard manhood. 

Since Julie was experienced, she knew all the signs and so she was ready when the boy's load filled her mouth. It had been a number of years but once again, she was drinking up the gooey man-seed she had gotten use to years ago. 

Sara and Jenny weren't so prepared. When each boy fired into their mouths, they coughed and sputtered, having a hard time keeping up with the flow. When their coughing subsided, they agreed it didn't taste so bad after all.

The next boy for Julie was lying on his back in front of her. This meant she had to lean forward, with her head down and her ass in the air, in order go gobble up his manhood. It didn't take long for another one of the boys to see the potential offering of her ass like that. Kneeling down, he lined up his stiff member with her pussy lips and began pushing. With all this man-meat to satisfy Julie had already become quite moist so it didn't take much for his cock to slide right in. She was going to protest this sudden invasion of her cavity but her protest never got out of her mouth. The boy whose cock she was sucking, kept a firm grip on her hair, keeping his cock firmly implanted in her mouth, leaving no room to get anything out but muffled sounds. Figuring Sara and Jenny would go along with getting fucked as well, the boys took it as a sign to stuff their hard cocks into these two teachers as well. 

Had it not been for the roar of the rapids less than a hundred yards away, the sexual rutting sounds of 18 boys and 3 women would have been heard for miles away. That night, instead of all three women sleeping in the same tent, they shared the tents of various boys. 

In the succeeding days leading up to the last day of the trip, what the boys and the women wore in the canoes and at the campsite was pretty much up to how each person felt at the time. Each night however, the whole group usually ended up sitting by the fire naked. When it was time to turn in for the night, all the boys and the three teachers where exhausted, not only from paddling but the evening orgy as well.

The last day was a short ride on the river to the pickup point, where they met their transportation back to the train station and eventually home. Back home, this year's outing would be one to remember. The pictures that were displayed were of the train ride, the vans that dropped them off, the ragging rapids, and the pristine campsite area. The pictures of each day's sex orgy were hidden away and only brought out to reminisce by those who went on the trip. Although it was rumored that the trip was wild in more ways than just the river rapids, all the participants swore an oath not to tell what really happened." 

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Jerry was about to write more words to his fantasy but his mother started calling to him for something she needed. It would require him to run to the store for a prescription. 

Jerry shut down his computer; the odd looking cube inside the case changed from a bright red to a warm glow before finally ceasing to light up. Shortly after their return from the canoe trip, both Jenny and Sara showed positive on a pregnancy test. Sara could attribute it to the 'welcome home' romp in bed she had with her husband on her return.

On the train ride back, Jenny met this really nice guy. For the whole trip back, the two of them were inseparable. They exchanged phone numbers and, in less than a month of correspondence and hookups, the two had eloped to Vegas for a 'quickie' wedding. She never mentioned the possibility that someone else might be the father of the baby boy they had less than nine months later.