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 Jerry's Women

   by Chemical Ollie
------ Synopsis: I thought Jerry was just bullshitting me.
Codes: MF Mf reluc Mdom exhib voy preg

   "Man!  I'd sure love to fuck Martina Hopkins." Jerry and I were sitting
in my bedroom shooting the shit.  I'd met him recently at the local junior
college where I was taking classes.  We were in a couple of classes
together and liked to eat at the same fast food joint off campus so I guess
that's our version of hitting it off.  Martina is in our English class and
all the guys lust over her.  My name's Walt and I'm 18 years old.

   "Go for it, dude," said Jerry.

   "Yeah, sure," I responded.  "She won't even give me the time of day much
less let me take her out."

   "You said you wanted to fuck her not date her."

   "Yeah, but you can't fuck 'em unless you show them a good time."

   "Sure you can.  Martina's a slut just like all bitches.  They want it
just like guys but they pretend they don't because they have to maintain
this big lie about being ladies.  Just let her know you're interested in
fucking her and see what happens."

   "She'll slap my face," I protested.

   "Then slap her back and rape her ass."

   "You're so full of bullshit," I retorted with a laugh.  "You wouldn't
have the nerve to do that any more than me."

   "Well, I've always been able to fuck a bitch before it got to that point
but I'd do it.  I don't care if you don't believe me."

   "Seeing is believing," I challenged.  "I'd like to see you in action." I
really had no idea what his reputation with the girls was but I was sure he
was lying to me.  He wasn't what anyone could call handsome.  I couldn't
imagine that many women were attracted to the guy.

   "What?  You want me to fuck Martina?"

   "N-no, not Martina.  Anyone else except her." I still had fantasies of
fucking Martina myself.

   "What about her?" Jerry asked and pointed out my bedroom window into the
back yard.  I walked over and looked.

   "She's my sister."

   "So, what?  What's her name again?  How old is she?"

   "I'm not going to let you rape her.  Her name's Cindy and she's
fifteen." She was sitting outside talking on her cell phone.

   "I won't rape her.  I just want to show you how it easy it is to get
next to a bitch without having to wine and dine her.  I guarantee that
somebody is planning on getting into Cindy's pants if he hasn't already." I
could believe that.  My sister had blossomed into a real beauty in the past
year.  But still, she is my sister.

   "My parents will freak if she complains."

   "Don't worry about it.  I'll back off if she gets nervous.  Now stop
being a pussy.  I'll take all the blame if anything goes wrong but you have
to stay out of sight or you'll blow it.  Look!  She's on her way in now. 
Make up your mind."

   "How will I see anything if I have to stay out of sight?" I realized I'd
just given him permission to see what he could do.  I was fearful and
excited at the same time.

   "Leave the door ajar and we'll play it by ear."

   I shrugged my shoulders.  "It's your funeral," I said but I don't think
Jerry was even listening by then.  He had stepped out of my room and into
the hall at the top of the stairs waiting for his quarry.

   "Hi, Cindy," said Jerry.

   "Hi, Jerry," Cindy responded as she came up the stairs.  Well, at least
she didn't forget his name.  My sister looked at him inquiringly as if she
expected him to say something else but Jerry didn't say anything.  He just
took her in his arms and kissed her.  It wasn't any short smooch.  It
lasted at least half a minute.  The guy certainly had a lot or nerve.  When
they came up for air Cindy said, "What's that for?"

   "For being so beautiful," said Jerry and started kissing her again. 
Damn!  When is Cindy going to push him away?  It was then I noticed he was
cupping one of her boobs and she was letting him get away with it.

   "Where's Walt?" I heard her say.  Still no protest.

   "He's online in his room playing 'World of WarCraft, '" said Jerry. 
"He's trying to get me interested but I'd rather be with you." Cindy looked
briefly toward my slightly open door and I froze, afraid she might detect
movement.  She then went back to kissing Jerry.  "Let's go to your room," I
heard Jerry say.

   "I can't," my sister responded.

   "Sure you can," he said and started walking toward her door.

   "No, Jerry!" Cindy cried and grabbed for his arm.

   "Quiet, babe," said my friend.  "Your brother might hear you." Cindy
started to protest again but Jerry was already through her bedroom door...
and she was following him!  I've got to put a stop to this I said to myself
but I knew I wouldn't.  I was surprised Jerry had gotten this far with
Cindy and I wanted to see more if I could.  I crept to my sister's open
bedroom door and listened to the sounds of kissing and heavy breathing. 
They were just inside probably inches from my listening post.

   "No, Jerry," Cindy said once again but this time breathlessly.

   "You have beautiful tits, Cindy." Jeez!  Did he already have her bra
off?

   "That's enough, Jerry.  Please get out of my room." Cindy was starting
to sound a little panicky.  I couldn't blame her.  She'd be grounded
forever if our parents caught her with a guy in her room.

   "Not yet, babe."

   "But..." The rest of her response was caught off with the sounds of more
kissing and heavy breathing.  I unconsciously adjusted my jeans and then
realized I had a rock-hard stiffy.  This whole thing was getting me turned
on.  I audibly gasped when I next heard the box springs of Cindy's bed
squeaking.  Luckily Cindy didn't hear me.  "No, Jerry." Cindy kept telling
Jerry no but old Jerry just wasn't listening to her.  Cindy was bound to
start screaming any moment now, I was sure of that.

   "Don't be cruel, Cindy," said Jerry.  "Look how hard you got it.  Touch
it.  Just touch it.  That's a good girl." I was dying to take a peek into
Cindy's room but I didn't want to spoil anything.  How do you like that?  I
was actually cheering on my friend from school so to speak.

   "I'm a virgin, Jerry," Cindy warned.  Jerry started whispering something
to my sister which I couldn't hear and then Cindy said, "I'm not protected.
I don't want to get pregnant."

   "I'll be careful," said Jerry.  I heard Cindy gasp and I figured my
little sister was no longer a virgin.  I couldn't stand it any longer.  I
wanted to see what was going on.  I peered into the room as cautiously as I
could.  I couldn't believe what I saw.  My 15-year-old sister was lying on
her back on the bed.  Her top and bra were up around her neck exposing her
tits.  Cindy's shorts and panties were bunched around her ankles.  Her
ankles were hooked over Jerry's shoulders.

   Jerry was standing beside the bed hunched over my sister.  He was
humping Cindy with a grim smile on his face.  The guy saw me immediately as
he was facing the door.  His smile broadened into a wide grin and he winked
at me.  I could feel myself blushing deeply but I couldn't look away. 
Jerry had seduced my teenage sister in a matter of minutes.  Cindy
certainly wasn't fighting him.  I wasn't in Cindy's line of sight but I
wondered if it would even have mattered if she did see me.  I guess he
proved his point.  All women are sluts...  or at least my sister is.

   I don't how long I stared at Cindy and Jerry fucking but eventually my
friend started grunting.  "Please don't cum in me," Cindy begged.  She must
have sensed he was ready.

   "Can't help it, babe," Jerry husked and started cumming.  Cindy gasped
and it sounded like she was cumming also.  To my total surprise my prick
twitched and I could feel the wetness of my own cum saturate the crotch of
my jeans.  "You can wash it out with no problem," I heard Jerry say to
Cindy and I took that as my cue to leave.  I crept back to my room and
peeked out in time to see Cindy's naked form race for the bathroom.

   I sat down at my desk to collect my thoughts but Jerry picked that time
to walk in.  He threw something at me and I caught it.  It was a rumpled
piece of cloth...  my sister's panties.  "It's as easy as that," my friend
declared.

   "You raped my sister," was the only thing I could think to say.

   "I didn't rape her," he protested.

   "Didn't you read that pamphlet they passed out at school at the start of
the semester?  No means no when you're with a girl and if you continue,
it's rape."

   Jerry sneered at me.  "You don't actually believe that, do you?  No
bitch expects you to stop after one no.  The school says that because they
want to cover their asses." Cindy said no several times but what was the
point in debating that fact?  The damage had already been done.

   "What if there's an accident?"

   "Then you'll be an uncle," my friend declared with a chuckle.  I felt
like punching him right there but he's bigger than me so I felt kind of
intimidated.

   "I think you better go.  Cindy's liable to start screaming and crying
any minute now.  I'll try and calm her.  Maybe she won't call the police."

   "I don't think that will be a problem but you're right.  I do have to
go." He retrieved Cindy's panties and stuck them in his pocket.  I shrugged
my shoulders as Jerry left.  What had I allowed to happen?  I kept
expecting the shit to hit the fan but Cindy didn't say anything to me other
than asking me if Jerry left.  She didn't say anything to our folks either
when they returned home.  In fact, throughout the rest of the day and
evening Cindy acted as if nothing unusual had happened at all.

   The last thing in the world I wanted to do was to face Jerry at school
the next day but since it would only be delaying the inevitable I showed
up. I just knew he'd gloat.  "Well, are the cops after me?" he asked when
we finally met.

   "Not that I know of," I responded.  I shook my head in disbelief once
again.  I'd been doing that a lot in the past 12 hours or so.  "What the
hell did you whisper to Cindy?  I couldn't hear."

   Jerry laughed.  "Just the usual bullshit, telling her I loved her. 
Bitches love to hear that type of stuff when they're about to spread their
legs for a guy and especially when she's about to give away her cherry."

   "Well, what's done is done," I said trying to sound philosophical about
it.  I really wanted to forget the whole incident and change the subject.

   "I've got to run some errands during lunch," said Jerry.  "I'll see you
this afternoon at your place."

   "My place?  N-no, you can't do that," I protested.  "Cindy will be
there." I didn't want Jerry anywhere near my sister.

   "Man, I don't have any choice in the matter," Jerry responded.  "If I
stop showing up then Cindy might start thinking I was just using her.  I
don't want that to happen and neither do you." I flinched.  Was that a
veiled threat?  He'd definitely used Cindy but wasn't I as much to blame?

   "I'll make excuses for you," I offered.

   "Walter buddy, let me explain something to you," said Jerry.  "It'll be
a lot safer if Cindy doesn't feel dumped.  Let her dump me instead.  She'll
think she's in control of the situation." I understood Jerry's logic but I
just didn't want him around Cindy.

   "I dunno, man.  I just don't want you making any more moves on my
sister." I definitely felt uneasy about the whole thing.

   "I don't think that will happen but if it does...  I'll let you watch
again."

   "What the hell do you mean by that?" I could feel myself getting hot in
the face.

   "Don't think I didn't notice that bulge in your jeans when Cindy and I
were fucking." The bastard smiled.  "I even noticed the big wet spot when
you came in your pants.  You really get off on watching, don't you."

   "Just keep away," I demanded and walked away.  I was really pissed now
and had come to the conclusion that I didn't want Jerry as a friend any
more.  Sure, he had me pegged but he didn't have to throw it in my face.

   I was much calmer by the time I got home.  I sat down and flipped on the
TV but was immediately interrupted by the door bell.  I opened the door and
was greeted by Jerry's friendly smile.  "What are you doing here?  I told
you to keep away."

   "Keeping away would be rude to Cindy, man.  I told you that," said my
ex-friend.  "I'm not a fuck 'em and forget 'em type of guy, I guess." I was
about to slam the door in his face when Cindy walked up behind me."

   "Hi, Jerry!  Come on in," she exclaimed enthusiastically.  Before I
could protest Jerry was past me and talking to my sister.  I might as well
have been a piece of furniture for all the attention they paid me but
suddenly they stopped talking and looked at me expectantly as if it was my
move.

   "I'll be up in my room," I said to Jerry.  "Come on up when you two are
finished talking." I turned around and walked upstairs.  It doesn't take a
great detective to figure out why.  I was going to spy on the pair again
and I could already feel the anticipation building up in me.  Jerry
promised I could watch after all.

   I climbed the stairs to my bedroom and opened the door making a lot of
noise.  I then snuck back downstairs until I could see Cindy and Jerry and
still remain hidden.  Jerry was already stripping my sister.  This time she
didn't utter one protest although she did look in my direction
apprehensively.  They started fucking again just like the previous day but
this time on the floor of the living room and again without any
precautions. At least I took the precaution of zipping down my fly and
freeing my prick.  I didn't want to soil my clothing again.

   I watched Jerry plow Cindy with the same excitement as I watched them
before and by the time Jerry was ready to cum, so was I.  I came into my
hand this time.  Shit!  I forgot the tissues.  I'd remember next time.  I
was sure there would be a next time.  I wasn't wrong.  It happened two more
times that week before the weekend came.  I was sure Cindy was hoping Jerry
would ask her out but why should he?  He was getting anything he wanted
without spending a dime.

   That's not to say I wasn't taken by surprise.  On Saturday morning I
came out of my bedroom the same time as Cindy.  That wasn't the surprising
part.  It was that my sister was butt naked.  Cindy saw me and smiled.  "I
figured since you've already seen me naked it wouldn't matter if I was
dressed or not."

   "Jerry told you?" I felt embarrassed for myself, not Cindy.  Her tits
were as big as navel oranges.  Her dull red nipples seemed just ripe for
sucking.  Her bush was well trimmed.  My god!  I was getting hot.  I was
considering incest with my own sister.

   "I suspected it but Jerry just confirmed just yesterday that you got
your kicks by watching.  This is just my way of saying I don't mind as long
as you keep your mouth shut.  Is that understood, big brother?  No, no
touching Walter," Cindy warned as I reached toward her left tit.  "You can
look but you can't touch.  I am your little sister after all." She giggled,
turned away and pranced toward the bathroom.

   "Can I ask you a question?"

   Cindy turned around at the bathroom door and said, "What is it?"

   "What do you see in the guy?" I asked.  "I really want to know."

   My sister shrugged her shoulders causing her tits to roll provocatively.
"I'm not sure.  All the guys I've met seem afraid of me since I've started
filling out.  Jerry isn't like that at all.  He sees what he wants and
grabs for it.  I kind of like that." She shrugged her shoulders again,
turned around and wiggled her butt at me before closing the door.

   When I got home from school on Monday things started out much the same
as the week before.  Even though Cindy now knew I was watching her and
Jerry fuck there was an unspoken understanding that I was to keep out of
sight to maintain an illusion of privacy for them.  I didn't mind since I
could see everything going on anyway.  It might have continued that way
except that my mother walked in on the fucking couple that very day.  "What
the hell is going on?" Mom shouted.  Cindy screamed in fright and pushed
away from her lover.  My heart sank.  I could imagine all sorts of
consequences and repercussions.  My best bet would be to deny all knowledge
of what was happening despite Jerry being my guest and me being in the
house at the time.  My parents had met Jerry briefly only once before.  Mom
still hadn't seen me.  She was too busy screaming orders and vile threats.

   Cindy came rushing up the stairs.  Her eyes were brimming with tears. 
She was still naked with her clothes in a wad under her arm.  We exchanged
helpless looks but I didn't have time to sympathize with her.  I had to see
what was going to happen to Jerry.  Was my mom going to call the police? 
"Get dressed this instant," Mom ordered Jerry.  "You're disgusting!"

   "Sure thing, Mrs.  Moore," said Jerry.  He slowly started picking up his
clothes but wasn't dressing at all.

   "Cover yourself," Mom snapped when she decided Jerry wasn't moving fast
enough.

   "I would but Little Jerry likes being stared at by pretty women." Little
Jerry was apparently the pet name for his prick because Jerry gave it
gentle caresses as he talked.

   "You're crazy!" Mom retorted.

   "I may be crazy but Little Jerry isn't.  He knows you like him and
frankly, he likes you," Jerry declared.  "Why don't we finish what I
started with Cindy?"

   "You bastard!" Mom hissed.  She rushed up to Jerry and slapped him in
the face.  Jerry responded by slapping Mom in the face.  The blow must have
knocked Mom senseless because she barely responded when Jerry bent her face
down over the dining table and pulled down her slacks and panties.  "No," I
heard her say softly as Little Jerry penetrated her snatch.  I stood up to
run to my mother's rescue.  I didn't have any choice.  There was a small
stool by the kitchen door.  I'd grab it and knock Jerry over the head when
Mom started screaming for help.  Well, she never started screaming.

   "What's your first name?" Jerry asked as he humped my mother from
behind.

   "Janette," Mom answered.  "P-please stop.  I'm sorry I slapped you,
Jerry."

   "I forgive you, Janette," said Jerry but he didn't stop fucking her.

   "My children," Mom protested.  "They might come in and see us."

   "We'll just have to take our chances, Janette.  Don't worry.  I'm almost
through." He looked toward the stairs and smiled.  By this time I was
stroking my prick again.  I saw a movement and looked around.  Cindy was
hearing and seeing everything that was going on.  She wasn't crying any
more and had a smirk on her face.  She knew she was no longer in trouble.
Jerry was conquering my mother just as he had conquered my sister.

   "I'm not protected." Panic began to creep into my mother's voice.  Her
warning was answered with a grunt from Jerry as he poured his cum into her
womb.  I responded by pouring my cum into my Kleenex.  Jerry pulled out of
my mom and helped her up.  The first thing she did was to take Jerry's hand
and lead him into the master bedroom which was down the hall on the ground
floor.  There wasn't any question about it.  My mother, Janette, was
Jerry's woman...  just like Cindy.  I knew I could never get away with the
way Jerry did things but I certainly couldn't doubt his success.

   Jerry started servicing both Cindy and Janette on his visits over here
but never together.  The girls thought that it was too kinky and he didn't
insist.  It wasn't long before Mom became aware that I was an interested
observer in the activities.  She called me a pervert but she never tried to
stop me.  I guess she thought I would rat on her to my dad if she did try.
Dad thinks he's the father of her expected child.  It's outrageous, isn't
it?  My mom is a cheating slut and my sister is a teen tramp.  But I'm the
pervert...  just because I like to watch.

   By the way, I saw Jerry walking hand in hand with Martina Hopkins this
morning on campus.  It wasn't difficult to figure out what they were going
to be doing together.  The question is: Will they let me watch?
   ------ The End -------