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 . . . .
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"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.