#MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

[vintage-story-time]

MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 1

Jim Andrews stared through the window of the plane as it came in for a landing at LaGuardia. He had never seen anything as impressive as the island of Manhattan; it looked like every square inch of the island was filled with a skyscraper. At 17 years of age, the biggest city he had ever been to had been Des Moines. When his sister, Elizabeth, had written to him and asked him if he wanted to come visit her, he'd jumped at the chance. He felt the same urge as Elizabeth had; to get out of the backwater burg his family lived in back in eastern Nebraska. He admired the way Elizabeth had just tore out one night, leaving a note for their parents that she was going to travel and see what else was out there in the world. That had been 3 years ago and no one in the family had seen her since. Occasionally a postcard would come, addressed to him, from different cities around the country. Chicago, New Orleans, Dallas......but never with a return address. Then, a few weeks ago, a letter. And then a week later, a round trip ticket from Topeka.

The plane was coming in low now over the Long Island Sound. He'd studied a map in the family Encyclopedia Britannia; probably outdated but he doubted they had changed the name of the Sound. He looked over again at Manhattan, still not believing his sister had made it this far from home. Jim came out of the airplane entrance ramp, walking in the midst of other passengers. He moved forward, swinging his head from side to side, looking for Beth. He tried to keep in mind, as he scanned the faces around the gate, that his sister was sure to have changed in the three years she'd been gone. The crowd began to thin away, people meeting their families and heading for the baggage claim. Jim was beginning to feel dumb, standing there with his head swiveling around. "Jim?!" He looked around and there she was - his big sister, Elizabeth. Man, had she ever changed! When she's left, she'd had short brown hair and the fashion sense of any other teenaged girl from eastern Nebraska, namely jeans and T-shirts. But now there was a wild looking girl....no, woman...in tight black Lycra pants, a bright red half-shirt that let her stomach bare and a tan suede jacket with lots of tassels swinging everywhere. Her hair was now blondish, long, over her shoulders with a tight curl. "Look at my baby brother - all grown up!" Beth said as she ran up to him and gave him a big hug which he returned with equal affection. "Beth, man, I've missed you..look at you!" He let her go and motioned to her attire. "You look like a fashion model or something." "What, these old things!" Beth laughed. "When in New York, do as the Yorkers do. Come on, let's go get your bags. I'm sorry I was late...it was hell getting a taxi today." "You don't have a car?" Jim said. "No one in New York has a car. There's barely enough room for the people. You'll see. This the most remarkable city in the world..... Tomorrow I can show you around, do the tourist thing." "Sounds good to me." Jim said as they headed down the concourse. In the cab on the way to Elizabeth's place, they caught up a little on the three intervening years. Elizabeth asked about the old town, the high school, if he knew anything about any of her old friends. Jim pumped her for the things she had seen on her travels, how she liked New York, etc. Beth seemed to want to steer away from the topic of why she hadn't kept in touch with the family more; she would just say that it was probably best for everyone, then added she hadn't wanted to worry them. "So, tell me, little brother, do you have a girlfriend back there?" "Well, I've had my share but I'm free at the moment. Why? You got someone you want to set me up with while I'm here?" "No, I was just wondering. When I left, you were still in the 'girl's are yucky' stage." Elizabeth laughed. "Yeah, well, I came to my senses." Jim smiled as the taxi slowed and pulled to the curb in front of tall brick building. "This is it." Beth said as she opened her door. A few minutes later, Beth was opening the door to her fifth story apartment loft. She walked in and hit the lights as her brother carried his case in. "Holy shit! This place is great." Jim complimented her as he looked around. The apartment had real high ceiling, wood floors, cool furniture. "Glad you like it. You can put your bag in here," Beth walked over to a door and turned on the light. He went into the bedroom and dumped his bag on the bed. The room was modern looking and clean. Overhead there was a skylight that was sure to let all the light in in the morning; sleeping in was going to be tough. "You'll be staying in here. This is my room usually. I'll be sharing my roommate's bedroom." "Roommate?" "Yeah, did you think I could afford this place by myself?" "I don't know. What kind of a job do you have?" Jim asked. "I'm a hostess at a club here in town. A really trendy place. It's private, in fact." "And what, you are on a salary?" "Yeah, but most

of the money comes from tips. The member's are loaded....it's really easy work. Just a lot of smiling. Anyway, I hope you're hungry, I'm going to make us some dinner." "I'm starving...all I got was some peanuts on the flight." "Good. Go ahead and unpack and I'll get things going." Beth left him, pulling off her suede coat as she went into the living area. Jim watched her leave and for the first time thought of how attractive Beth had become. She had to know that the clothes she wore left little to the imagination. The tight pants showed off her fine legs and cute bottom. Jim bet she played on her good looks at that club of hers, flashing a smile at the old codgers who'd give her a big tip just for the illusion of her maybe being attainable. Being blessed with good looks was a pretty easy way to get by in life but he couldn't hold that against Beth. It had gotten her away from Shitville, Nebraska. Jim put his clothes in some empty drawers and took his toiletries into the bathroom. Being a neat person by habit, he opened the medicine cabinet to see if there was enough room for his deodorant and shaver. And was surprised to find the cabinet totally empty. Not a bottle of pills, not a pair of tweezers, not a jar of nail polish - nothing. He opened the drawers by the sink and found them empty as well. The absence of any girlie items anywhere in the bathroom struck him as curious. He didn't think Beth had emptied everything out and taken it into her roommate's bathroom; no reason to go to all that trouble, just take the essentials over. The bathroom looked like it wasn't even being used. Jim stowed his stuff in the drawer, kicked off his shoes and went out to see what his sister was making for dinner. "Whoa! Who is this?" Jim said as he looked at a picture of his sister and another woman near the entrance to the kitchen. "Oh, that's Julie, my roommate....well, don't walk on your tongue!" Beth said as she took a bowl out of the cupboard. Julie looked like every man's ideal woman. In the picture, she was standing next to Beth with her arm around her shoulders. Beth was probably 5' 7". Unless Beth was standing in a hole, Julie must be at least 6' 2". Brunette, almost black hair, worn to mid-back with lots of body. Her face was attractive - not great, sorta tough looking but it certainly could be overlooked. But it was Julie's body from the neck down that probably stopped men in their tracks. Julie was stacked. Big round tits with a lot of cleavage showing. 'No way those are real,' Jim thought to himself. Hips that flared nicely, plenty of meat to grab onto there. Legs that looked like she had worn out a Stairmaster. 'She looks like a fuckin' superhero,' Jim thought. Finally he moved on into the kitchen where Beth was smiling at him knowingly. "Yeah, she gets that reaction a lot," Beth said as he leaned against the counter. "I bet she does. Is that all her?" Jim said as he motioned with his hand over his chest. "No.....but she says it was the best $5000 she ever spent." "$5000?! What kind of work does she do? That's a lot of money." "Well...she's an agent, I guess. She hooks people up." Beth said. "Like how?" Jim was intrigued. "Well, she sorta acts like a headhunter." Beth continued after Jim gave her a quizzical look. "She's like a talent agent, finding people for jobs." "Oh, I see." "Don't let her looks fool you," Beth said as she opened the refrigerator and handed him a beer, "Julie's a smart cookie, too." "So how did you two meet?" "At a gym. I was living with this guy for awhile, a real jerk as it turns out, but anyway, I could use his pass fro his health club. Julie and I just got talking and we hit it off. She's probably the best friend I've ever had. She pay's for the lionshare of the expenses for this place." "Well, you've really fallen in it here......penthouse apartment, good job...it sure beats milking the cows at 5 A.M." "Oh God, don't remind

me!" Beth said as she opened a beer for herself. Jim heard the front door open. Beth did too. "That must be Julie," she said to Jim. "JUUULLLEEESS!" "YEEAHH!" "Well, come and meet her," Beth said as she took her brother's hand. They exited the kitchen walking into the dining area and there she was - Julie and the picture didn't do her justice. She was looking through a stack of mail, wearing a form fitting short dress. She looked up then and jerked her head to the side, sending her hair over her shoulder. It was quick natural movement but Jim got the feeling she had waited until they could see her before she did it. "Julie, this is Jim." "So this is your little brother." Julie said as she walked over to them, the emphasis on the word 'little'. "I'd hate to see your 'big' brother." Jim liked the fact that Julie was complimenting him on his physique. He was 5' 11" with muscle from working long hours around the family farm. Julie extended her hand and Jim shook it. "Nice to meet you, Julie." he said and meant it, willing himself not to look at her fantastic chest. Julie could be fodder for many a night of masturbation. "You got a nice strong grip, Jim. You work out?" "Nah. Just work around the farm." he said. "Baling hay, other exciting stuff." "Yeah, Lizzie's told me all about the farm life." Julie said with a wry smirk. Julie bend slightly and gave Elizabeth a peck on her cheek. Elizabeth looked at Jim after it happened but then Julie continued, "So what do you kids have planned for tonight." Jim guessed Julie was maybe 30; certainly older than he at 17 and Elizabeth at 21. Being called a 'kid' made Jim twinge but he got the feeling that was just the way Julie was. Like she wanted to get a reaction. "Nothing tonight." Beth said. "I'm whipping up some dinner and I thought we'd just relax." "I just stopped by to get another pair of shoes," Julie said. "I've got a meeting later, so I'll have to pass on dinner. I'll be back around 11. You'll still be up, right?" "Oh sure, you know me." Beth replied. "All right then, I'll see you guys later." Julie walked off toward the door to the other bedroom on the other side of the apartment. Jim watched her bottom all the way. Beth punched him in the arm to bring him out of it. "You men are all alike!" she said giggling as she went back into the kitchen. Jim followed her. "So shoot me. There's nothing like that back on the farm....Lizzie." "Don't you start with the Lizzie, too. Julie started calling me that but I don't want it to catch on. Beth is just fine." Jim heard the front door open and close again as Julie headed back out into the city for her meeting. Beth was rooting around in the cupboard, pulling out spice bottles. "Dammit!" she said exasperated. "We're out of basil....I'm gonna run down to the market and get some. Without the basil, this dish just doesn't make it." "Hey, don't go to any trouble....." Jim said as he followed her out into the living area. "The market's just around the corner. I'll only be a few minutes." She grabbed her jacket and headed for the door. Left alone, Jim wandered around. He went outside on the patio that was off the dining area and looked at the surrounding buildings in the fading dusk. He went into the kitchen and lifted the lid on what Beth was preparing; it looked like an Italian sausage dish. He roamed into the livingroom and studied the prints on the walls; they were all of women, paintings by a guy named Nagel. They reminded him of some of the artwork in the front of Playboy magazines, mildly erotic. He was walking near the door to Julie's room and the door was open, so he poked his head in. The bedroom was larger than the one he was staying in; obviously this was the master bedroom of the apartment. Same skylight, a king-size bed with black and white bedding, same sliding door for the closet and the bathroom door in the same place as in the other

bedroom. Jim was going to move back out into the apartment when he noticed something very interesting sitting on the far bedside table. He couldn't be absolutely sure it was what he thought it was; a magazine was covering part of it. He was going to walk over and check it out but he heard a key being inserted in the front door. Quickly he moved a few feet to the nearby entertainment center and made like he was looking at their music selections as Elizabeth came through the door. "Told you that wouldn't take too long," she said as she pulled off her coat. "Come on and help me set the table." "Sure," Jim said as he followed her toward the kitchen. His thoughts, however, were on what he thought he had seen in Julie's bedroom. It had sure looked like there was a pair of handcuffs under that magazine.

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 12

Jim sat back on his knees and caught his breath. Julie was still crouching by the side of the bed, giving him a knowing smile. As he watched, she moved her index finger into Kitten's soupy cuntlips, coating it with Kitten's juices and then moved the glistening finger to her own mouth. She sucked it clean and Jim's cock, still hard as ever, bobbed up and down at the erotic sight. 'Fuck, Julie would like to eat Kitten out, too!' he realized. He wondered if Kitten knew it was Julie's finger, wondered if the actress swung both ways like Julie and his sister. Julie stood up, moved closer to where Jim knelt and brought her face down to his. She Frenched him for a moment, then whispered in his ear, "Lean back and get ready for a little payback." He sat back, resting his back on the cold metal endboard as Julie straightened up and spoke to Kitten. "I told you he was good, Kitten...." Julie said as she walked around the top of the bed and Kitten's faceless head rolled to follow the sound of her voice, "...and I know you'd like to lay there and relax after that great cuntlicking but.....get on your knees!" Julie's voice took on a hard edge as she ordered her client around. Immediately, Kitten struggled to her knees on the bed, facing where Julie's voice had last come from. This gave Jim his first view of the back of the suit, all the straps and buckles that ran from the small of her back to the neck of the suit. And the belt that bond her wrists. 'She's a kinky little thing!' Jim thought as he watched Julie walked down the length of the bed to stand at his right.

"Turn around...." Julie said to Kitten as her hand ran across Jim's chest, "..now walk down here..that's it." Kitten pivoted around and walked on her knees toward where Jim reclined as Julie took her hand off his chest and took a step toward the moving Kitten. Jim moved his legs apart as Kitten's knees hit them. "Stop!" Julie said to Kitten and her client became still, awaiting new orders as her tongue once again wetted her lips. "Now, show your stud some gratitude," Julie said as her right hand slid under Kitten's black ponytail, her palm against the back of her head. Then, rather roughly, she pushed Kitten's head down sharply and the girl practically fell on him. Jim was able to grab her descending shoulders but her forehead thumped against his chest, the soft hair of her ponytail fanning itself across him. "Make the slut suck YOU now!" Julie said to Jim, as she tossed her own dark hair from her face and reached for the top button of her blouse. She undid it and started on the one below it, keeping her eyes on Jim's face. Jim felt Kitten begin kissing his stomach as the end of his upthrust dick rubbed into the bottom of her latex jaw. He knew he wasn't going to have to make Kitten suck him - she wanted it. As much as he did. He pushed back on her shoulders and Kitten got the idea, moving her knees backward slightly and shifting her weight back on her haunches so Jim didn't have to hold her upper body up anymore. Wanting to watch her mouth, Jim took his left hand and swept Kitten's hair over and to the right side of her head. His cock had slid across her shiny red cheek, leaving a slender line of pre-cum to mark its passage, and he saw Kitten moving her lips around in an effort to locate his dick, which had fallen against his stomach. He raised his face to find Julie dropping her bra on the floor; her awesome cantaloupe-sized fake tits barely sagged without the garment. Julie hadn't said she'd be joining in; as far as he knew it was supposed to be him and the client only. "That slut swallowing your cock yet?" she said with a wink as she came and dropped to her knees by the side of the bed. Her palms cupped her large tits, the tits he'd fucked the night before, and he saw her eyes drop to watch Kitten blindly search for the cockmeat she knew was near. "Stud, you sadistic fuck.....don't tease the little slut," Julie purred. Jim used his left palm on Kitten's shiny forehead and tilted her face up slightly. His right hand fisted the base of his erection and he lay the bottom of his bulbous cockknob against Kitten's parted lips. As soon as the bottom of his cockhead touched her lips, Kitten's pink tongue was out and on it. Her tongue swept back and forth across the bottom of his flared glans like she'd found a sweet, fat lollipop. Jim couldn't help chuckling deep in his chest at the electric thrills her tongue gave him. "Look at that hot bitch!" Julie said lustfully.....so lustfully that Jim had to look at her again. Julie's eyes were riveted on Kitten's mouth and her mouth was even hanging open. This was really turning on Julie, too. In the back of his mind, Jim wondered why it was so much. Elizabeth heard her lover's voice close by again and knew she was watching the beginnings of the blowjob she was going to give her client. It was time for her to earn her money. She tried to move her mouth up and over the top of his dick but the hand on her forehead made it impossible. That momentary extra shot of helplessness was exquisite to her and she hoped he was going to make her work for it. But then the pressure of his hand relaxed and her lips slid over the crown of his prick and she pushed her mouth down around the fat head. She heard the man draw in his breath as her lips past off the head and molded themselves to his shaft. Breathing through her nose, Elizabeth slowly took three inches of the hefty cock into her loving mouth. Her tongue worked on the bottom of his shaft, pushing his spongy glans against the roof of her mouth. This drew

added gasps from the man and some more talk from Julie. "That's a good slut......suck that big dick! ....your stud is loving your hot mouth....God, you ought to see his face." Elizabeth was imagining his face in her mind; she was still thinking about Antonio, imagining it was his Latin cock she was blowing. Blind, without the use of her hands and bent over as if in prayer, she began twisting her mouth in a corkscrewing motion around shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. Julie was loving the lascivious sight of sister sucking brother, of the innocent farm boy being blown by his sexually liberated, big city sister. Something that she'd orchestrated, the ultimate sin, and neither would ever know. Being an only child, Julie would never be able to experience what had to be the most intimate, most intense, sex imaginable. Ever since she was fourteen and she'd heard rumors about some kid at school, rumors about things she'd done with an older brother, she'd imagined having a sibling of her own. A sister that would share her bed......but her parents had not considered having another child after Julie's birth. Now she was living out her fantasies through Jim and Elizabeth. Tweaking her small stiff nipples and rubbing her groin against the side of the bed, she watched the girl she loved rotate her lips on the top portion of her brother's crimson-hued member. Jim still had his right hand around the base, holding it steady under Lizzie's unrecognizable gyrating head. The top of his fist was slick with his sister's glistening saliva; Julie could see small rivulets of spit on the two inches of Jim's shaft between his fist and the lowest apogee of Elizabeth's full lips. "Feed her that prick, stud!.....Jack it in her mouth!" Julie ordered as the idea came to her - she wanted to see them do everything. Jim looked at her with lidded eyes as she ran her left hand on his shoulder. Julie made a jacking motion with her right hand so he would understand and saw that he got the message. 'Fuck, Julie, you're gonna kill me!' Jim wanted to say. Kitten was giving him the best blowjob he'd ever had and she wanted him to whack himself too? 'Oh, I'm sure that'll just prolong the whole thing.' But he knew he had to do what she said; it was part of their agreement. For all he knew, it was something that Kitten had requested! Gritting his teeth to keep from groaning anymore than possible, he began stroking his slippery dick and felt Kitten's soft lips bang into his fingers. "That's it! Do it harder...harder," Julie encouraged him and he picked the pace up, the frequency of his strokes sometimes coinciding with Kitten's twisting lips and sometimes not. Jim was enjoying the feeling but he didn't think it could last long. It was all too much. Beside him, Julie stood and ran her hands back through her hair. She looked like she'd been having sex, all flushed with excitement. 'God, let me fuck Julie before I leave!' Jim almost prayed. 'Just once between those legs!' He watched her legs as she moved her knees on the mattress, onto the space between the side of the bed and Kitten's hip. Julie's left hand lovingly stroked one of Kitten's latex forearms as her right hand moved from view behind the shiny red hillocks of Kitten's upthrust derriere. Kitten squealed around his throbbing rod, then began moaning as she continued blowing him. Elizabeth was seeing stars in the darkness before her eyes as she willed herself to continue sucking the client's prick. This was undoubtedly the wildest scene Julie had ever gotten her into. Her body felt super hot in the confines of the suit, the client was beginning to hump up into her mouth, sending his cockhead into the opening of her throat while he fisted himself against her lips, and now, Julie's long finger was working its way in her pussy. It was only a matter of who would come first - her or the client. Jim couldn't take anymore blowjob - he was going to shoot any second. He wanted to shoot his load in Kitten's super

mouth but he wanted to show Julie that he could give Kitten more. 'Fucking her after all this..that'll show Julie!' he decided. He felt himself beginning to lose control and hurriedly pushed Kitten up and off his hair-trigger erection with his left hand on her throat. Kitten sucked in a breath and then moaned blindly at his chest. For a second he thought he'd cut it too close. He tightly squeezed his shaft just below the head and felt his sperm begin the journey from his balls and then back up as it found no exit. "Aaaaggghh," he growled as he waited for the pressure to ease. It did after about thirty seconds. He opened his eyes, slowly let his hand relax and watched a thin stream of cum bubble out of his pisshole. He looked up to see Julie push Kitten back on her haunches and then she sat by his stomach and kissed him. Her lips felt feverish as he was sure his did also. He moved his face into her hair and whispered, "I want to fuck her." She whispered back, "That can be arranged."

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 13

Elizabeth wasn't sure what was happening. It had sounded like Julie's client had maybe shot his wad; he'd groaned after pushing her mouth away. All she could do was wait and see what Julie made her do next. The bed shifted a few times but no one was talking. She wondered why the client hadn't spoken, usually they liked to talk dirty or whisper sweet nothings but this one was letting Julie do all the talking. 'He's a strange one...but I like him.' The bed shifted again and she felt a pair of feet push against her thighs. "Up on your knees," Julie said just to her left. She stood on her knees and felt Stud's feet slide under her. Then she felt Julie's hand grab her upper arm and steer her forward.

"Per your wishes, your stud is ready to fuck your hot pussy," Julie's sensuous voice informed her. 'Per my wishes? What the hell's Julie talking about?' Elizabeth wasn't really surprised; a guy pays what this guy is paying, he's gonna want to finish in what he was paying for. And on this occasion, at least, Elizabeth was glad. There was something about this guy that really turned her on. She felt his thighs filling the gap between her knees and then a pair of hands wrapped around her latex-covered ass and she was pulled against him. She felt the hot poker of his cock mashed against her crotch, right against her clit. Wantonly, she rubbed herself against his hardness. Jim rubbed right back at the shiny lapfull of woman, pulling her ass into him. She was grinding herself on his sandwiched cock like a pro, the rubbery-slick E-size bust of the suit rubbing into his chest, her slack mouth only nine or ten inches from her own, her red lipstick all but gone now, the remnants smeared. Whoever she was, she really was getting her money's worth. "Look at that cockteaser," Julie said from her new position on her knees by the side of the bed just behind Kitten, the lapdancer. "She's looking forward to this...her pussy's still leaking all kinds of juice." Julie must have had a great view between Kitten's spread legs. "Enough fucking foreplay. Pull her ass up, Stud!" Jim dipped his hands lower, reaching for the bottom swells of her ass. The back of the crotchless area of the suit had exposed skin there and it made Jim's cock throb to think the suit could also accommodate a little anal action. With his palms full of latex and his fingers dug into her silky ass, he lifted her hips higher. Jim felt Kitten's crotch slide off his cockknob and almost immediately his dick was grabbed by a hand. 'Julie!' Jim realized, 'All right, help me fuck her.' He felt Julie slowly drag his cockhead through Kitten's cunt lips, back and forth, back and forth. "Here it is, Kitten.....hard, fat cock.....show me you want it!" Julie now teased her client. Kitten begin to undulate her ass, talking with her body. Elizabeth could feel his cockhead cruising through the folds of her sex and it was getting her hotter and hotter. Every time she'd try to position her pussy hole on the knob, her cruel roommate would shift it away. She let a loud whimper escape her lips on purpose and smiled when Julie took pity. "She does want it! Take it, stud......fuck her!" Julie hissed as she brought his knob into her notch. Elizabeth felt Stud push upward and his swollen cockhead slid up into her pussy entrance. 'God, it feels fucking good!' Elizabeth revelled to herself as his hands let her ass go and slid up to her waist. Her body weight and some skillful squirming on her part began to work his dick up her slick pussy. Julie held her breath as she watched Lizzie take her brother's cock, her fingers lightly playing over his nut sac. She watched three...four....five inches of Jim's young manhood disappear up the mouth of his sister's cunt. His hands were pushing her down on his flesh spit now, impaling her with her blessing. "MMMmmmmMMMMmMmmmmm." Lizzie's murmurs filled the mirrored room as her descent ended with a good inch of her brother's cock still showing above his hanging nuts. Julie knew that was all her lover could take; Jim's pisshole was riding against the back of her velvety channel. 'Perfect pussy..perfect!' was Jim's opinion of Kitten's clutching sexhole. He once again grabbed her butt, pulled her against him and began giving her pussy slow strokes, pulling about two inches out and then sending it back up into heaven. Kitten had been holding her body as upright as she could but now she leaned forward, letting her curvaceous slightly-tacky form lean fully against his chest. Her phony tit inserts depressed themselves to about half their previous height and Jim found her mouth was right there in front of his own. He wanted to feel the wild woman's lips on

his, even if only for a moment. Wetting his lips with his tongue, he craned his neck forward and gave her a quick kiss. He pulled back and saw a smile play across her lips. He leaned forward and kissed her again and she was ready for him. Her lips molded themselves to his in a lusty kiss with her tongue right behind. He Frenched Kitten for several minutes, all the time enjoying her wet pussy bouncing on his manhood. Eventually, she broke their kissing and covered his face with little gasps as he began fucking her stronger. He felt the bed move and looked around Kitten's side. Julie had sat on the opposite end of the bed, facing them and watching. Her left hand was squeezing a breast and her right hand was down the front of her skirt. She didn't even look at his face; just at his cock as he screwed Kitten. Elizabeth tried to help fuck herself by squeezing his sides with her knees and using her leg muscles to move her body up and down as she rotated her hips in small circles, wiggling her pussy on his quickening cockshaft. "Mmmmm....aahhhhhMmmmm...." she panted as his fucking began to send shivers through her fiery body. She could feel sweat all over her enclosed skin and knew she'd be several pounds lighter after the sizzling session. She used her cunt muscles on him, squeezing and nipping his wonderful cock. He responded with some appreciative grunts and began moving faster in her hovering loins. "Fucker harder......throw it up in her!" Julie's voice came from behind her and her client wrapped his strong arms around the top of her ass, holding her bottom motionless against him. Then he began lunging upward into her hovering pussyhole. "OOOOooooOOOOOOOOO......MMmmmmMMMMMMM!" Elizabeth couldn't keep her tongue as he strongly pounded up at her, the bed rocking under them. 'This fucker's going to get me off again,' Elizabeth knew as she ground her itchy clitty into his coarse pubic hair. 'God, look at them go!' Julie thought. She had a great view of Jim's cock being pumped up his sister's scrump. Her eyes flicked up and down the two straining bodies of the Andrews, catching every torrid nuance of their unknown incest - the way the fake ponytail swung from side to side as Elizabeth tossed her head around.....her strapped down hands clenched tight above her brother's forearms ....her shiny ass jiggling with each upstroke of her brother's cockmeat.....her sweaty, crinkled sphincter just above the junction of their bodies....the almost-sheer inner lining of her pussy being pulled briefly out on each retreat of his thick prick.....Jim's nuts bouncing off the mattress as he pistoned away. 'I wish there was some way to tell them..to get them to accept it. Me and those two all in our bed....mmmmmmm, what I wouldn't give for that.' Julie pulled her hand from her skirt to avoid coming herself; she wanted to satisfy herself with Lizzie after she hustled Jim out of the room. On the other end of the bed, Jim's grunts were taking on a new octave. 'Awwwwshit..wait...wait....' Jim was trying to do a mind-over-matter trick, trying to fight off his body's need to come, to shoot off in Kitten's milking sex walls. He felt Kitten might be near her own orgasm. Her breathing was ragged and she was slipping in moans from deep in her chest. He just couldn't wait for her; he had to hope she'd be satisfied with the fucking he'd been able to give her. "SSSSSSSSSSS...SSSSSSSSS....HHHHHHMMMMPPPFFF!" Jim's sucking breaths changed to a strangled groan as he felt his balls tighten and his cum begin racing up his juice-coated rod. Julie saw Jim ram his cock up his sister's snatch, his ass coming off the bed, and he held it deep in her as his groan reverberated around the mirrored sex chamber. Elizabeth's squeal confirmed what she thought. 'He's coming!.....coming in Lizzie....in his own sister...God, it's sooooo fucking hot!' Julie thought as she sat up and leaned forward. Jim's ass fell back on the bed, then lunged back up again. He held it up her again, his

legs shaking. Julie could only imagine what it must feel like - to have Jim's turgid prick gushing his cum inside her. Jim's hips lowered themselves and Julie saw globs of his seed clinging to his cock. His sister's stuffed twat hunched around his trembling cock and more of his pearly discharge oozed from her clinging pussy flaps. Julie let the two quiet down and breathed a sigh of relief that neither had broken the rule about speaking. There had been that risk in the throes of passion but she'd made sure that each believed they were doing a tempermental client of hers. Lizzie was used to some weird requests but Jim might have screwed it up. Now all she had to do was untangle them, get Jim out of the room, have some quick fun with Lizzie, sent her to the showers and escort Jim out to the sidewalk.

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 2

Dinner was a success; Jim had three helpings. After that Beth and he sat and talked and watched some TV. Jim was amazed by the freaks on the local access station. Around 11:30, Julie came back home. Apparently, her meeting had gone well. She opened a bottle of wine which they all polished off without any problem. "Well, I'm going off to bed. Try not to wake me when you come in," she said to his sister. Jim wished he could climb into bed with luscious Julie; she was like a wet dream. "OK, Julie, I'll be in in a few minutes anyway." "See you tomorrow, Jim." Julie said as she sauntered through the door to her bedroom. "Night, Julie." Beth cleaned up the wine glasses and showed him how the remote worked before she left him for the evening. "I'm really glad you came, Jim. I'm glad I left home but not seeing you has been the hardest..anyway, we're gonna have a blast while you're here. If you get up before me, there's some cereal over top of the fridge." "OK, Beth, thanks for everything." He kissed her on the cheek and she went into the bedroom she'd be sharing with Julie.

After watching all of the Conan O'Brien show, Jim turned the TV off. Back in Iowa, he'd have already been asleep way before Conan even came on but his body still thought it was only 11 o'clock. He rummaged through some magazines on the coffee table but they were all women magazines. His eyes lit on the stereo cabinet to the left of the TV. A pair of headphones lay on the shelf in front of a row of CDs. "Tunes," he muttered as he got up and opened the glass doors of the cabinet and looked at the CDs. As he stood there with hands on his knees, he heard faint sounds coming from the door to the bedroom that the girls were sharing. It was only a few feet away. Curiously, he edged closer to the door. The sounds kept coming, fainter and then more loudly like they were talking or had a TV on. Julie had gone to bed over two hours ago but it sounded as if she or both of them were still up. While he had been watching TV, Jim had been turning over things that seemed strange in his mind. The unused looking bathroom in his room was the most titillating. The only explanation, beyond his sister scrubbing the inside of the medicine cabinet clean, was that the bathroom really was unused. That would mean that his sister used Julie's bathroom which would let one imagine that maybe his sister also stayed in Julie's room even before he'd come to visit. And maybe they did more than sleep in that bed! As quietly as he could, he pressed his ear against the door. The sounds got clearer but they didn't sound like words. In fact, he thought they sounded like moans! 'God dammit!' Jim thought as he continued to listen. 'I bet Julie turned Beth into a fuckin' lesbo!' The thought of Julie eating out his sister or Beth sucking on Julie's melon-like knockers made Jim hornier than he'd already been. Still, he'd like to be sure. He didn't want to try the door; the light on in the livingroom would give him away and he remembered that the bed was situated so that he'd have to stick his whole head in to peek around the door. That was a definite no go. 'Maybe there's a skylight,' Jim thought. He hadn't noticed before but the other bedroom had one. Jim quietly walked through the livingroom, turning off the lamp by the couch as he went. He went up the couple of stairs to the dining area and opened the sliding door onto the balcony. A quick look either way and he found what he was looking for. There was an access ladder that ran to the roof; the building's owner had enclosed the front surface of the ladder in a locked metal box to keep tenants off the roof. Still, it won't offer much of a barrier to Jim. He moved to it and gripped the outside of the ladder as high up as he could. He brought his feet up and pushed them against the side of the ladder box. He pushed his body up, reached higher on the ladder, brought his feet up again. Like a mountain climber, he shimmied the metal column until he could pull himself onto the roof. Sure enough there was a skylight over Julie's bedroom. Jim cautiously moved over to it, hoping that his movement would not be heard below. Finally reaching his goal, he looked down into the bedroom. The bedroom was not entirely dark. Candles were burning on both of the bedside tables and their flickering light let Jim see all he wanted. And what he saw made him suck in his breath. Elizabeth was spreadeagled on the bed with tall Julie practically covering her from his sight. All he could see of his sister were her face, arms and legs. Julie was naked except for a thong; he could see a large band around her waist and one connecting with it that disappeared in her asscheeks. Julie was kissing Elizabeth's neck and her right hand was between their bodies, down low near Elizabeth's crotch. 'Jesus...I knew it! I knew it!' Jim thought as he broke out in a big grin. Jim's eyes drank in the back of Julie's superb body. Long, powerful legs.... round, firm ass.....a strong back that looked almost etched; she had the body of one of those bodybuilding

magazine covergirls. Julie shifted her body to the side for a second and Jim caught a glimpse of the outside swell of one of her huge knockers as it mashed against his sister's torso. 'Those got to be fakes,' Jim swore. 'God couldn't make a rounder pair than those.' As he watched Julie's hand moved out to support herself and the stacked brunette began moving her hips, grinding herself against his sister's crotch. Well, actually she looked like she was fucking his sister. Then it hit him - Julie was probably wearing a strap-on dildo; that made more sense than a g-string. He'd seen some girls using one in a stag film for the older brother of his best friend before he got married. Seeing them go at it down below was way hotter than the film had been. Jim's dick grew into a raging hard-on as he watched the wild scene. He unsnapped his jeans and pulled the zipper down. He hurriedly tugged down his underwear and his dick sprang out in the humid city air. He began stroking it as he looked down through the skylight. Julie had raised herself up so her arms were straightened, her hands planted on either side of his sister's head. She rammed her hips down against Beth and his sister jerked her arms, her hands drew up sharply, like a puppets on a string. The peculiar motion made Jim squint and then he saw something he hadn't noticed before. Elizabeth's wrists were tied to the headposts of the bed! Not by handcuffs but by some thin straps. He couldn't see in the feeble light at the foot of the bed but he bet her ankles were secured as well. "Jeeeessssuusssss!" Jim exclaimed and he immediately let go of his dick. He wanted to last long enough to watch the girls finish. He rolled over on his back and looked up at the sky to let himself cool down a little. Beth and Julie were really into some kinky things - bondage, lesbianism....damn, he'd fallen into a erotic wonderland. How did his sweet, innocent sister get into this swinging lifestyle? He bet Julie seduced her - just like in the movies. Maybe Julie could tell his sister might go for it, talked to her at the gym, found out she was unhappy in her relationship with that guy, took her under her wing. Then takes her to bed and shows her how the other half swings. Unable to resist for very long, he rolled back over and looked down again at the hot scene below. Julie was still laying it to Beth, driving her voluptuous hips hard between Elizabeth's splayed legs as she kissed his sister's neck. Up on the roof, he couldn't hear his sister's moans, all he could hear was traffic, but her mouth was open and it looked like she was really enjoying the screwing her roommate was giving her. 'I'd like to tie Julie down like that,' Jim fantasized, 'Ride her hot body and fuck her pussy. Wonder if she goes for men? Hell, it wouldn't fucking matter if I had her tied down! Yessir, give her a taste of her own medicine.' The more he watched the lesbian lovers go at it, the more his attentions shifted to his sister. Her body had blossomed since she'd left home. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about his sister but there she was, naked under her humping roommate. Elizabeth had great looking legs; that was all he could see at the time being but his mind could fill in the rest. Slender ass, flat tummy, pouty little titties.....real nice. Down below, Julie had fallen on top of Elizabeth and was gripping his sister's ass as she tried to drive her head into the headboard. He wondered how it felt to grip Beth's ass like that, to lay on her soft body. He let himself go there. Jim's hand began to fly up and down his turgid cock, unable to hold back any longer. In his mind, it wasn't his hand, it was the hot lining of his big sister's pussy! He was fucking the shit out of Beth and she was begging for him to fill her with his jizz. 'Oh god! Come in me, Jim, come in me! I want it! Julie can't do it....give it do me! Shoot me full of cum!' "Awwww, shit!" Jim groaned in real life as his nuts tightened and then shot his load. The

first shot arced up and landed with wet splat in the middle of the skylight. Jim turned his body so the rest fell along the edge of the skylight. Finally the torrent ebbed and he shook the dregs off onto the roof before pulling his underwear and jeans back up. He looked down through the skylight again to find that Julie was still now and Elizabeth had her eyes closed, looking very sated. Jim had planned to stay around and get a better look at Julie's outrageous body but he felt sorta bad about thinking about his sister like that. 'I got another five nights...I'll get a good look at Julie before I leave,' he schemed as he carefully made his way back over to the ladder.

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 3

Jim woke up the next morning around 9 A.M. with a boner and the fragments of a dream. He couldn't remember any details but he was pretty sure Julie was in it. He got out of bed, showered and went out into the livingroom. No one else appeared to be up, so he went into the kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal as Beth had suggested. He went out on the balcony and ate it at the patio table, enjoying the sun. It felt like it was already 70 degrees out. As he sat there he thought about his sister and her gorgeous lover. Apparently they had planned to put on a charade for the time he was in town; Jim bet that was his sister's idea. Julie didn't impress him as someone that would give a damn if anyone knew.

"Penny for your thoughts." Jim looked around and Julie was standing in the open sliding patio door. She was wearing a short silk robe, cinched tight around her waist but showing plenty of her cleavage. Her hair was pinned up and damned if she wasn't wearing lipstick already. Even fresh out of bed, she looked hot. 'Think of something clever to say,' he thought. He had no idea if Julie even went for guys but he instinctively wanted to open a bridge, just in case. No balls, no glory. "Uh..I was just enjoying the view," he said, letting his eyes linger on her chest before looking up at her face. Julie's eyes dropped quickly to her open robe and then she looked back at him. Rather than pull it shut, a slow smile played across her lips. Then it was her turn to run her eyes over him; he'd come out in a pair of shorts but no shirt. If Jim hadn't been looking for it, he would have missed it. "Well, you're only going to be here a short time," Julie said, "You should see all you can while you're in town." Again the smile, then she turned and headed into the kitchen. 'I'll be damned! I think she was flirting back.' Now he had a quandary. Should he press the issue or let it lie? Julie was his sister's lover and Beth had been very kind to invite him and pay for his ticket. Supposing he was able to get into Julie's pants and then Elizabeth found out? It might cause a fall-out and his sister would have to move out of this great apartment. He decided he couldn't even risk that. 'Keep it in your pants. Besides, you might be reading too much into it.' Elizabeth came out about fifteen minutes later, in a similar robe, her hair up in a towel. She kissed him good morning and asked if he wanted anything else for breakfast. He declined; she had some cereal as well as they sat out on the patio. Julie had gone in to take her shower. "I've got a busy day planned for us," Elizabeth said, finishing her cereal, "We'll get all of the touristy stuff done today.....Statue of Liberty, Wall Street, UN building....then if you're up to it, we can go out tonight. I don't have to work." "Hey, that sounds great....I just need to put on some clothes. When do you want to leave?" "In about 30 minutes....oh...and wear shorts today. It's supposed to be up in the high 80's." Elizabeth loosened the towel around her head and rubbed her head with it a moment. As Jim was getting up, she brought the towel away and ran her hand back through her damp hair as she crossed her legs, causing her robe to ride up on her thighs. He went to his room, hating himself for once again thinking about his sister in less than a sisterly fashion. They arrived back at the apartment around 6 o'clock with plans to order out some Chinese food. Jim had never eaten Chinese food and Beth was looking forward to expanding his horizons in that area. The light on the answering machine was blinking and Beth hit it as she picked up the phone to call Wu Fong's. The first message was for Julie and Beth wrote down a number. The second message was: "Pepper, it's Vince. I know you got tonight off but I need ya to work tonight. Call me when you get in." "Shit!" Beth said and sagged her shoulders. "You got to work?" Jim said from the couch he'd fallen on. "It sounds like it. I'll try to get out of it if I can." Elizabeth dialed the phone. "I really don't need this...I asked for this night off a long time ago." "Did that guy call you 'Pepper'?" "Yeah..Vince, he's the owner, he likes to use nicknames.....wait, hello Vince. Yeah, it's me. I just got in..........listen, my brother's in town.......I know but.....well, if I come in, you've got to sweeten it for me......" Jim made like he was interested, flipping through the magazines on the coffee table again. "That's what I wanted to hear, Vince. I'll be there in an hour. Bye." Beth hung up the phone. "Jim, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to go in. One of the other hostesses can't make it." "No sweat, sis. We can do it another night.

Besides, I'm beat anyway." "Yeah, and I'm gonna be on my feet all night," Beth whined. "But I can still order you some food, if you want?" "No, let's wait. I know you wanted to watch me eat it, am I right? You want to watch your dumb brother try those chopsticks!" Beth laughed. "Listen, I'll just eat whatever leftovers you got in the fridge. Don't worry about me. Go ahead and get ready for work." Elizabeth came out ten minutes later in a nice blouse and slacks. She wrote down the address of the apartment in case he wanted to go out. She said she'd tell the doorman to let him in downstairs and she gave him a spare key. She told him there was a movie theater complex a few streets over if he got bored. "All right, I'm out of here. See ya later." She left him with a smile. Jim made a sandwich and had a beer and watched the local news. The first couple stories were about crimes. Then there was a story about Times Square. That was one landmark that he and his sister had not hit, so he watched it with some interest. Apparently Times Square was not a great family draw; the whole area looked like it was filled with X-rated movie houses and strip clubs. Just the kind of place Jim was looking for! He'd been horny all day watching all the girls go by and thinking about his sister and Julie. He didn't know how far it was by cab but he had money. He'd just go to Times Square and take in some sights. Maybe he'd get lucky and fulfill his pledge to himself to get some pussy while he was in the Big Apple. He went in, looked at himself in the mirror and decided he could get away without a shower. He soaped up his armpits and then used some deodorant. He used some hairspray on his hair after getting it just right. Splashed on some Drakkar aftershave but did not shave; the five-o'clock shadow made him look older. Moving back into the bedroom, he picked out his clothes. He didn't want to look to good; since the area was seedy he decided to dress down. He settled on a pair of faded stonewashed jeans, a grey dress shirt and his black Nike aeorbic shoes. He checked his wallet for the fake ID he'd brought from Nebraska for just such a situation. It said he was 21 and the picture was pretty close. Going out into the livingroom, he pocketed the key Beth had given him, took his plate and beer can out to the kitchen. "Let's fire up!" he said, getting psyched for his big adventure. He grabbed another beer and downed it in a couple of long chugs. "All right, now we're going!" Feeling pretty excited, he headed for the front door. And as he did so, it opened and in walked Julie. Last night's dress had been good but the one Julie had on now was even better. Tight like last night's, electric blue and this one had a plunging neckline which showed about five inches of billowing cleavage. "There's my favorite farmboy!' Julie said as she closed the door and leaned against it. She looked like she had a wild hair up her butt. Jim just smiled at her, not sure if she was complimenting him or if she was making fun of him. 'She could insult me all night if she'll just stand there with her shoulders stooped forward, showing me the tops of those titties,' his evil side thought. "Looks like you're ready to take Manhattan. Is Liz getting ready?" "She got called into work." "Called into work? Don't tell me you were going out exploring on your own?" Julie moved from the door and walked past Jim, almost brushing her shoulder with. Jim turned to keep her in his sight as she went to sit on the couch. Her strong legs crossed giving him a good view of her thighs. "Yeah, I've got someplace in mind," Jim replied. He wanted to see if he could get a reaction out of Julie. "I'm headed down to Times Square." He'd all but told her he was going out to see some flesh and her smile never wavered. In fact, her smile got sorta wicked. "Time Square's all quantity and not much quality," Julie said as she crossed her legs, "I know a real

good club if you want to see some top- class pussy." Julie's frank language stunned Jim. He was sure, thinking about it later, that his jaw must have dropped open like in the cartoons. But he knew this was the real Julie. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I offend you?" Julie said but he could tell see wasn't really concerned if he were offended. "I thought you were looking for a hot time tonight." Jim couldn't pass this up. 'Either Julie wants me or she's just toying with me.....either way, the thought of her and him walking into a strip club together sounded real good. The guys in there would go nuts and wonder how the hell I was so lucky.' "Guilty as charged," Jim said as he dove back in. "In fact, the hotter than better." Julie thought about that for a second, then said, "You might burn up." "Lead the way." Jim countered, forgetting all about his resolve of that morning. If Julie wanted to take him to see some pussy, he sure as hell wasn't going to worry about any ramifications. It could be the wildest night of his life. he thought about his sister and her gorgeous lover. Apparently they had planned to put on a charade for the time he was in town; Jim bet that was his sister's idea. Julie didn't impress him as someone that would give a damn if anyone knew. "Penny for your thoughts." Jim looked around and Julie was standing in the open sliding patio door. She was wearing a short silk robe, cinched tight around her waist but showing plenty of her cleavage. Her hair was pinned up and damned if she wasn't wearing lipstick already. Even fresh out of bed, she looked hot. 'Think of something clever to say,' he thought. He had no idea if Julie even went for guys but he instinctively wanted to open a bridge, just in case. No balls, no glory. "Uh..I was just enjoying the view," he said, letting his eyes linger on her chest before looking up at her face. Julie's eyes dropped quickly to her open robe and then she looked back at him. Rather than pull it shut, a slow smile played across her lips. Then it was her turn to run her eyes over him; he'd come out in a pair of shorts but no shirt. If Jim hadn't been looking for it, he would have missed it. "Well, you're only going to be here a short time," Julie said, "You should see all you can while you're in town." Again the smile, then she turned and headed into the kitchen. 'I'll be damned! I think she was flirting back.' Now he had a quandary. Should he press the issue or let it lie? Julie was his sister's lover and Beth had been very kind to invite him and pay for his ticket. Supposing he was able to get into Julie's pants and then Elizabeth found out? It might cause a fall-out and his sister would have to move out of this great apartment. He decided he couldn't even risk that. 'Keep it in your pants. Besides, you might be reading too much into it.' Elizabeth came out about fifteen minutes later, in a similar robe, her hair up in a towel. She kissed him good morning and asked if he wanted anything else for breakfast. He declined; she had some cereal as well as they sat out on the patio. Julie had gone in to take her shower. "I've got a busy day planned for us," Elizabeth said, finishing her cereal, "We'll get all of the touristy stuff done today.....Statue of Liberty, Wall Street, UN building....then if you're up to it, we can go out tonight. I don't have to work." "Hey, that sounds great....I just need to put on some clothes. When do you want to leave?" "In about 30 minutes....oh...and wear shorts today. It's supposed to be up in the high 80's." Elizabeth loosened the towel around her head and rubbed her head with it a moment. As Jim was getting up, she brought the towel away and ran her hand back through her damp hair as she crossed her legs, causing her robe to ride up on her thighs. He went to his room, hating himself for once again thinking about his sister in less than a sisterly fashion. They arrived back at the apartment around 6 o'clock with plans to order

out some Chinese food. Jim had never eaten Chinese food and Beth was looking forward to expanding his horizons in that area. The light on the answering machine was blinking and Beth hit it as she picked up the phone to call Wu Fong's. The first message was for Julie and Beth wrote down a number. The second message was: "Pepper, it's Vince. I know you got tonight off but I need ya to work tonight. Call me when you get in." "Shit!" Beth said and sagged her shoulders. "You got to work?" Jim said from the couch he'd fallen on. "It sounds like it. I'll try to get out of it if I can." Elizabeth dialed the phone. "I really don't need this...I asked for this night off a long time ago." "Did that guy call you 'Pepper'?" "Yeah..Vince, he's the owner, he likes to use nicknames.....wait, hello Vince. Yeah, it's me. I just got in..........listen, my brother's in town.......I know but.....well, if I come in, you've got to sweeten it for me......" Jim made like he was interested, flipping through the magazines on the coffee table again. "That's what I wanted to hear, Vince. I'll be there in an hour. Bye." Beth hung up the phone. "Jim, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to go in. One of the other hostesses can't make it." "No sweat, sis. We can do it another night. Besides, I'm beat anyway." "Yeah, and I'm gonna be on my feet all night," Beth whined. "But I can still order you some food, if you want?" "No, let's wait. I know you wanted to watch me eat it, am I right? You want to watch your dumb brother try those chopsticks!" Beth laughed. "Listen, I'll just eat whatever leftovers you got in the fridge. Don't worry about me. Go ahead and get ready for work." Elizabeth came out ten minutes later in a nice blouse and slacks. She wrote down the address of the apartment in case he wanted to go out. She said she'd tell the doorman to let him in downstairs and she gave him a spare key. She told him there was a movie theater complex a few streets over if he got bored. "All right, I'm out of here. See ya later." She left him with a smile. Jim made a sandwich and had a beer and watched the local news. The first couple stories were about crimes. Then there was a story about Times Square. That was one landmark that he and his sister had not hit, so he watched it with some interest. Apparently Times Square was not a great family draw; the whole area looked like it was filled with X-rated movie houses and strip clubs. Just the kind of place Jim was looking for! He'd been horny all day watching all the girls go by and thinking about his sister and Julie. He didn't know how far it was by cab but he had money. He'd just go to Times Square and take in some sights. Maybe he'd get lucky and fulfill his pledge to himself to get some pussy while he was in the Big Apple. He went in, looked at himself in the mirror and decided he could get away without a shower. He soaped up his armpits and then used some deodorant. He used some hairspray on his hair after getting it just right. Splashed on some Drakkar aftershave but did not shave; the five-o'clock shadow made him look older. Moving back into the bedroom, he picked out his clothes. He didn't want to look to good; since the area was seedy he decided to dress down. He settled on a pair of faded stonewashed jeans, a grey dress shirt and his black Nike aeorbic shoes. He checked his wallet for the fake ID he'd brought from Nebraska for just such a situation. It said he was 21 and the picture was pretty close. Going out into the livingroom, he pocketed the key Beth had given him, took his plate and beer can out to the kitchen. "Let's fire up!" he said, getting psyched for his big adventure. He grabbed another beer and downed it in a couple of long chugs. "All right, now we're going!" Feeling pretty excited, he headed for the front door. And as he did so, it opened and in walked Julie. Last night's dress had been good but the one Julie had on now was even better. Tight like

last night's, electric blue and this one had a plunging neckline which showed about five inches of billowing cleavage. "There's my favorite farmboy!' Julie said as she closed the door and leaned against it. She looked like she had a wild hair up her butt. Jim just smiled at her, not sure if she was complimenting him or if she was making fun of him. 'She could insult me all night if she'll just stand there with her shoulders stooped forward, showing me the tops of those titties,' his evil side thought. "Looks like you're ready to take Manhattan. Is Liz getting ready?" "She got called into work." "Called into work? Don't tell me you were going out exploring on your own?" Julie moved from the door and walked past Jim, almost brushing her shoulder with. Jim turned to keep her in his sight as she went to sit on the couch. Her strong legs crossed giving him a good view of her thighs. "Yeah, I've got someplace in mind," Jim replied. He wanted to see if he could get a reaction out of Julie. "I'm headed down to Times Square." He'd all but told her he was going out to see some flesh and her smile never wavered. In fact, her smile got sorta wicked. "Time Square's all quantity and not much quality," Julie said as she crossed her legs, "I know a real good club if you want to see some top- class pussy." Julie's frank language stunned Jim. He was sure, thinking about it later, that his jaw must have dropped open like in the cartoons. But he knew this was the real Julie. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I offend you?" Julie said but he could tell see wasn't really concerned if he were offended. "I thought you were looking for a hot time tonight." Jim couldn't pass this up. 'Either Julie wants me or she's just toying with me.....either way, the thought of her and him walking into a strip club together sounded real good. The guys in there would go nuts and wonder how the hell I was so lucky.' "Guilty as charged," Jim said as he dove back in. "In fact, the hotter than better." Julie thought about that for a second, then said, "You might burn up." "Lead the way." Jim countered, forgetting all about his resolve of that morning. If Julie wanted to take him to see some pussy, he sure as hell wasn't going to worry about any ramifications. It could be the wildest night of his life.

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 4

They headed downstairs and the doorman hailed them a cab. When they were inside it, Julie leaned forward and gave the driver an address and the cab headed out. Julie leaned back and looked at him with that knowing smirk that passed for a smile. "Tell me, Jim, do you have a girlfriend back home?" she said. "Yeah...her name's Tina." Jim volunteered, although he was making it up. He'd used to date Tina but they'd broken up over a month ago. "Did you give her a good fucking before you got on the plane?" Again that smirk. Jim wasn't surprised now by her frank expressions; he found it exciting. If Julie was so casual about the subject, how could she object when he came on to her? And he was going to come on to her! "Sure did," Jim bragged, "She can never get enough."

"Good for her...and you. Is she faithful to you when you're away?" "Yeah, I suppose so." Jim lied further. "And how about you? Were you just going out tonight to look at some pussy or were you going to get some?" Julie continued to try and push his buttons. Jim thought, 'She's making it so fuckin easy.....too easy. She wants me to come on to her. She's had Beth, now she wants to try me! Go for it!' "I had hoped to get lucky while I was here," Jim said as he shifted toward her and placed his hand on her bare knee. She didn't even look at it just kept staring at his face. Jim continued after a second, "Maybe you'd like to take me under your wing while I'm here. We could have ourselves some fun." "Yeah, we could have some fun," Julie said seductively as she leaned toward him, "but you're not going to get any pussy off me." Jim felt all the air rush out of his balloon. What kind of a game was Julie playing with him? She'd gotten him all worked up and then pulled the carpet out from under him. Struggling to understand, Jim blurted, "What? You only go for girls?" That got her. Julie's smirk disappeared for a few seconds. Jim knew she must have put two and two together. 'Way to go, dumbass!' Jim mentally berated himself "You naughty boy. Have you been spying on Lizzie and me?" Julie's smile came back, bigger than ever, and Jim knew he was in the clear. "No, I just had a hunch...and you just confirmed it for me. 'Her' bathroom was too empty; I could tell she wasn't using it." Jim decided to tell all. "Then last night, I could hear my sister all the way out in the livingroom." "Mmmmm, yes, she can get rather vocal," Julie said with a little pride in her voice. "So, now you know. She wanted to keep it a secret...I thought she was being foolish; she's a big girl and she can sleep with whoever she wants but she didn't think her little brother should know that she swings both ways...like me." Julie's right hand covered his hand on her knee and stroked it. "But I thought...." Jim began. "You weren't listening," Julie cut in. "I said you wouldn't get any pussy off me tonight and I said we'd have fun.....there's all kinds of ways to have fun without fucking a woman's pussy." Julie's voice was almost purring. "Fuck, Julie, let's go back to the apartment!" Jim suggested quickly. His dick was getting rock hard in his pants as he imagined Julie sucking him off...that had to be what she was driving at. Julie sucking his dick while he used his hands on her curvy bod...squeezing her tits and, if she'd let him, fingering her pussy. Julie just laughed. "All good things to those that wait. Besides, I just had an idea....Driver, we want to change our destination. Head uptown." Julie shifted over against Jim and moved his hand up onto one of her heavy tits. Jim pressed his palm against the dress and could feel Julie's nipple through the soft fabric. Then Julie's mouth was on his, her lips smashing against his in a hot lock that made Jim squeeze her silicone titty stronger. Julie wasted no time in pushing her tongue into his mouth; she seemed to enjoy taking the lead. In the front seat, the cabbie adjusted his mirror to watch.

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 5

About fifteen minutes later, the cab pulled up to the curb and Jim and Julie got out. The neighborhood did not look like a commercial district; there was no neon lights or bright signs proclaiming, "Girls! Girls! Girls!" Julie opened her purse but Jim moved in front of her and paid the cabby. "Thanks, young fella," the old guy said as he tucked the bills into a box on the front seat beside him, "I'd wish you a good night but I can tell you're gonna have a good one." Jim winked at him and the cab pulled away. Julie held at her hand, he grabbed it and she led him toward the old building in front of which they stood. They went around a wrought iron railing and down a staircase that began at street level. At the bottom was a door which Julie knocked on. Like a scene from a Prohibition film, someone drew back an eye-level slat.

"Hey, Gus." Julie said to the pair of eyes and the slat swung shut. The door opened and Julie led him in. He found himself being guided down a dim hallway as the doorman shut the door behind them. "What kind of place is this?" Jim asked. "It's a private club. Very hush-hush.....I doubt if most of the people in the neighborhood even know it's here." Julie led him down another flight of stairs and they turned into a large dim lit room. There were several half-moon shaped booths on the far wall, jammed with a collection of well-dressed men, some in suit and ties, most middle aged. The middle of the room was filled with small tables, most of which were occupied as well. The other side of the room was a large bar with a topless blonde bartender that was busy pouring some well drinks for another topless girl that stood in front of the bar; around her waist was a small apron. "Nice employees!' Jim said as Julie led him to a small empty table in the middle of the room. Jim noticed most of the men openly staring at Julie even though several scantily clad dancers hovered around their tables. Eat your hearts out, fellas! "The performers work up here and downstairs." Julie said, then seeing his questioning look, continued, "they have a dance room downstairs." Julie sat down as Jim held a chair out for her and then he pulled his seat over to hers. Julie looped an arm around his shoulders and rubbed his chest with the other hand. Jim was going to kiss her again to make all the other guys more jealous but a waitress came up to their table. She was a cute redhead with hard-looking breasts. "Hey, Julie....who's your cute friend?" She gave Jim a long look. "This here is my new dreamboat," Julie said, not offering his name, as she ran her hand down his stomach. Jim shifted as it came perilously close to the hard-on beginning again in his pants. "Let us have a couple of Long Islands." "All right," the waitress said, "Don't let that stud get away before I get back." She turned and walked to the bar and Jim ogled her lovely ass as it ground away. "You like her?" Julie whispered in his ear. "What's not to like?" Jim pulled her close and kissed her again as he ran his right hand down her back and rubbed the top of her ass. "Would you like to sleep with her?" Jim asked as he squeezed her ass. "Sheryl?....Sure, she's strictly hetero....but I'm working on her." Jim couldn't tell if Julie was being serious or not. He hoped at least that she was being faithful to his sister...but maybe that was too much to ask for a knockdead bi-sexual in New York. "Ah, there he is." Julie said as she stood up. Jim followed her eyes and saw that a man had appeared behind the bar and was talking to the blonde bartendress. "Excuse me for a minute, I've got to talk to this guy." Julie stood up and walked over to the bar. Jim saw a lot of eyes following the tall brunette in her clinging dress. Sheryl passed her, heading back to their table with their drinks. Jim dug out his billfold in preparation of paying the tab. "Here ya go, Sugar." Sheryl was all charm as she leaned close to him to put Julie's drink in front of her chair. Jim fished a twenty out of his billfold and held it out to the waitress as she straightened up. "How much are the drinks?" he asked her, wondering how much of a bite the drinks were going to take out of the twenty. "Sugar, the drinks are always free here," the redhead explained as took the bill from his hand. With a smile, she set her tray down on the table and tucked the bill in the string of her apron. "But twenty will get you this." With that, she swung her leg over his lap and lowered herself on his lap as her hands went around his neck. Jim found his face close to Sheryl's magnificent tits as she began to grind herself against him. "Wow!" Jim gasp as Sheryl's crotch began to awaken his manhood. "Big boy, if Julie weren't here, I'd take you downstairs and we'd have ourselves a good ole time." Sheryl

said it like she meant it but Jim knew that most strippers were interested in one thing - money. She might take him downstairs but it wouldn't be for a twenty. "Aaaahh, Sheryl, that feels great..." he said looking over to the bar as his hands lightly played up the outside of Sheryl's flexing thighs. He saw Julie talking to the guy behind the bar. The man said something to Julie and she looked at her watch....."mmmm...oh, man!" "Oh yeah, stud, I can feel something nice and hard down here," Sheryl said as she gave her hips a hard thrust. Jim looked up at her face; it simmered with $20 of desire. Sheryl brought her lips close to his, teasing him, promising untold delights. Then she went to her sales pitch. "Baby, I want to get you off....$100....we'll go downstairs, whattaya say?" "No sale, Sheryl." Jim said and the girl ended her grinding. "I'm saving myself for my date." "I bet you could satisfy us both but...." Sheryl predicted as she dismounted from his lap "...remember the offer." Julie returned then, smirking knowingly as she stood by Sheryl. "Looks like Sheryl was being very nice to you," she said as she used her right hand to slowly pull Sheryl's hair back over her shoulder. Sheryl looked sideways at Julie as her hand continued down her back, slowly, then moved onto the waitress' bottom. With a chuckle, Sheryl spun away. "Aren't you ever going to give it up?" Sheryl said cutely as she picked up her tray. "Sheryl, one of these days I'll catch you in a weak moment, " Julie predicted as she sat back down, "and then I'll ruin you for men forever." Sheryl blew her a kiss and headed off toward another table. "You weren't kidding about Sheryl; you'd like to get her into bed wouldn't you?" Jim said. "Mmmmm, yeah!....and then after I was through with her...and she was really juicy....I'd let you fuck her while I watched!" Julie's eyes flashed at him and he knew she wasn't kidding. She looked again at her watch. "Grab your drink. It's time to head downstairs." Downstairs turned out to be another large dim lit room that looked like any other strip club. More booths and tables filled with wealthy looking clientele, plenty of topless waitresses and a small stage with runways and a couple of brass poles. A small Asian women was dancing on the stage in a spotlight when they came down. Julie asked the floor seater for a booth in the back of the room; Jim would have liked to sit closer to the stage but he soon found out why Julie wanted a booth. After they sat down, Julie flipped a switch on the wall behind them and the light over their booth went out, leaving them with some privacy. "You having a good time yet?" she asked facetiously. "Fuck, yes....Here feel for yourself," he said as he moved her hand to the bulge in his pants. He liked the throaty chuckle of surprise she gave as her palm stroked him through his jeans. "Whoa, it feels like Lizzie's little brother is hung." Julie teased. "We're only going to stay for about another fifteen minutes...I want to get you home. You and I are going to have a wild time before your sister gets back." "Why wait? Let's go now." Jim again suggested. He been teased enough tonight. He wanted to get Julie back to the apartment, rip her dress off and do whatever she'd let him do. Maybe he could get her tied down...then he'd fuck her pussy whether she wanted it or not. "Wait just a few more minutes...there's a really hot dancer coming out in a few minutes..after she's through, we'll split." Julie took her hand away from his crotch and drank her drink as she watched the Asian girl simulate making love to one of the poles on the stage. Jim did the same, thinking about what a wild trip it was turning into. His sister could have had a dour, frumpy roommate but instead she was living with a bi-sexual bombshell that was going to do the wild thing with him, maybe for the rest of his stay. If Julie like cock...he knew he could get her into bed all week. He knew he had been doled out a little

more dick than most guys got from the Big Man upstairs. He came in at just over 8 inches - a hefty, full 8 inches. He was thinking about Julie's full lips wrapping around his wanger as the Asian girl slip behind the curtains and a fresh song started up. A deep baritone voice then announced over the club soundsystem, "And now for your enjoyment, the delectable Pepper!" Jim jerked his head back to the stage as his sister, dressed in a skimpy orange thong bikini, slid from behind the curtain onto the stage and did a slow twirl around one of the poles.

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 6

"Beth?!" he softly said in surprise. He felt Julie slide closer to him. "I think you'll like this, Jim. She really knows how to work a crowd." Jim pulled his eyes from his sister as she waved her gorgeous butt in the face of a front table occupant. Julie's face was very close to his and her eyes were searching his face. "Why did you bring me here?' he asked and licked his lips. Julie smiled. "You knew about us. Why not?....She can't see us back here...look at her. She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Jim looked again at his sister. She was pulling down the straps of her bikini top, shrugging her shoulders seductively as she leaned against a pole. He'd always thought his sister was cute but up there on the stage she was down right hot. Thoughts of the previous night when he'd imagined himself fucking Elizabeth stirred in his mind again. He, like every other male in the room, was imagining what it would be like to hold that sexy dancer, to squeeze her soft slender ass as you worked your dick into her..... "Lizzie's one of the favorites here," Julie said close to his ear, bringing him out of his fantasy, "she can make $700-$800 a night easy." Jim remembered Sheryl's pitch..$100...we'll go downstairs, whattaya say? 'Jesus, I wonder if Beth makes her money that way?!' Jim couldn't believe his sister would sell herself like that...but he'd never have thought she'd even strip. On the stage, Elizabeth pulled off her bikini top, kicked it into the crowd and cupped her adorable tits proudly. His sister had long fucking nipples; maybe an inch and a half long. And she knew how to use them. As he watched, she began twirling them with her fingers, her face swimming with pretended ardor as she leaned back against the pole. Several tables down front broke into cheers, the business men loving every minute of it. "Mmmmmm, I love her nips." Julie said hotly as her hand slid back over the lump in his pants. "Oooooo, I'd swear you're getting harder. Poor baby, does your sister excite you, too?" "No!" Jim protested quickly. "She's my sister, for Christssake!" "So?.....Your sister is a prime piece of ass. Shit, there's thousands upon thousands upon thousands of boys fucking their butt-ugly sisters in this country alone and you're going to tell me you wouldn't like to get it on with Liz?!" She made it sound almost conceivable; Jim knew it wasn't. He'd grown up with Elizabeth. They'd shared too much as brother and sister to take the kind of leap that Julie was...what?...advocating? "You may be right," Jim gave her, "but I'm not like that." He wished he could be more persuasive but Julie got off the subject. "Watch this!" she said and Jim focused again on Elizabeth as she untied seductively the knots on her thong bottom. To continued catcalls, his sister began using the thong like dental floss, pulling the flimsy material back and forth between her legs. Jim, even from the back of the room, could see some of his sister's dark pubic patch on either slide of the sliding material. 'Look at her! God, she's so.... so slutty!' Jim marveled to himself. 'It looks like she's really enjoying herself....stripping in front of a room full of strangers....OK, let me see it, Sis! Let us all see it.' Beth did let them all see. She released the thong in the back and whipped it up to her face as she spread her legs wide. She lewdly sniffed the bottoms before casting them off to an appreciative table. Then she began moving around the stage; falling to her knees with her legs open as men stood up to get a closer look or crawling on her hands and knees and offering a backdoor view of her sex. Jim felt weirdest viewing his sister's most intimate area. He, like everyone else, got a good view of his sister's neatly-trimmed dark muff. And like everyone else he was wondering what it would be like to tongue it or fuck it, God help him. Beside him, unknown to him, Julie watched his face, not Elizabeth. Jim struggled to fit the key in the door of the apartment as Julie pressed her tits into his back and slid her hands down the front of his jeans. "Having trouble putting it in?" she teased him as he finally found the mark and opened the door. "You won't be saying that in a few minutes," he countered as he ushered her in and closed the door. He hoped maybe it would come true. He'd tried to feel Julie up in the cab back to the apartment but she'd always moved his hands to her tits....she really liked to have her tits squeezed. "Have a seat,

Romeo," Julie said as she sauntered into the kitchen. Jim fell onto the couch and kicked off his sneakers. Julie soon returned with a frosty looking bottle and some small glasses. She sat on the couch next to him, turning her body and laying her long right leg across his thighs as she handed him a glass. "Ever had a shooter?" she asked. "Iced vodka?" "No, but I'll try anything once," Jim promised as she poured an inch of the clear liquid into his glass. His left hand dropped onto her leg and began stroking it as she poured herself a similar portion. Julie placed the bottle on the coffee table and they clinked their glasses together. "No sipping these." Julie said as she tilted her head back and threw the drink down her throat. Jim did the same, enjoying the cold nature of the shot. "Good job! I'll make a man out of you yet." Julie teased. She was always digging at him. Jim chose just to smile as he ran his hand slowly up her inner thigh, up past the bottom of her dress. "Hey! What did I tell you?!" Julie said as she swung her leg off him and stood up. "I told you no touching my pussy, didn't I?" she sounded truly angry. 'Great, way to go, hormone boy! Way to fuck things up!' Jim berated himself silently. "Look, Julie, I'm sorry ...... I just wanted to make you feel good. Most girls like it...." Julie seemed to calm down. "All right. Look, it's not you .... I made this vow that no man would ever again touch me there ...... all you got to do is promise to keep your hands off this particular area of my body and you and I will get along just fine." "Deal. Now come on and sit back down." Julie gave him that evil smile and sat back down, again throwing her leg over his. "Now where were we?" she said as she placed her hand on his crotch and began rubbing. "I think..." Jim said as he hooked a finger in the top of her dress and pulled it down, exposing more of olive-hewed breasts, "....we were about to get naked and do what boys and girls will do!" "Mmmmm, that sounds good .... but being naked is so ordinary ... you wait here, I'm going to slip into something that I think you'll like." Julie gave him a big wet kiss and headed for her bedroom. At the door, she turned and said, "When I call you, come on in. And I don't want those clothes on you." "Oh, yes, maam." Jim said to his thirtysomething seductress and she slid through the door and closed it behind her. Jim leaped up off the couch, made a boxing uppercut motion to express his derilious state of excitement and headed into his bedroom. He pulled off his shirt and went into the bathroom to brush his hair back into place as he unbuttoned and shucked his jeans off. "Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy....oh you lucky motherfucker." He pulled off his underwear and began massaging his dick, wanting it to look as big as it could without being erect. He didn't want to appear to excited. Grabbing a washcloth, he swabbed off his member with some hot water and did his armpits just to be safe and then toweled both areas dry. Quick squirt of deodorant and into his bedroom again. Dropping to the floor, he did 10 pushups, enjoying the way his muscles tightened up. Back out into the livingroom, her bedroom door still closed, locked the front door even though his sister wasn't supposed to get off until midnight and it's only 10:45. Have another drink, hand keeping some blood in the old dick, feeling stupid standing naked in the livingroom especially since someone in a higher building might be able to see through the glass doors in the dining area. Think about Julie, think about that Penthouse body and that Hustler outlook on life....it doesn't get any better than this! "JIMMMMM! I'M READDDYYY!" 'Play it cool, man .... she's just another girl .... she wants it worse than you do ..." Jim psyched himself as he walked over to the door. Putting on his sexiest smile, he turned the knob and leaned in the bedroom. And about died.

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 7

Julie was standing by her bed, hands on her hips, and she was wearing a black leather outfit. Black stiletto heels that made her look seven feet tall, shiny pants that started just above her ankles and disappeared under a short black skirt. Her midriff was bare, showcasing a tight stomach. The leather top was a series of leather straps which crisscrossed her huge silicone tits in a number of diamond shapes. The straps connected to a collar around her neck and a wide band that wrapped around her torso just below her orbulent breasts. The top called attention to how big her tits were; squeezing them together and pushing them out. Julie's small pink nipples and areola were exposed; they looked way too small for the mountains of titflesh that she sported.

"Fuck! That is one hot outfit ....." Jim finally said as he slipped into the room and closed the door. Half-joking, he continued, "... Should I call you Master or something?" He'd seen the way Julie had been in control with his sister and the handcuffs were probably around somewhere. "That would be Mistress .... if that was what I wanted tonight," Julie said and let her eyes explore his body. "You've got a really nice body, Jim ..... your dick is getting nice and full ... were you playing with it out there?" She gave a knowing chuckle as she approached him. "I like a man that wants to get right down to business." Jim felt almost giddy as she slipped her arms around his neck and he grabbed her bare waist. He was about to make love with his first real adult women, a Vargas-looking temptress that also liked to have wild sex with his stripper sister. Julie tilted her head and brought her lips down on his in a hungry kiss which he returned as he began exploring her back with his hands. His fingers played over the cool leather straps of her top and her hot skin. Julie's skin felt abnormally warm, like she had a fever. She was a hot women in more ways than one. Jim broke their kiss and immediately began kissing her neck as he pulled her against him. Her honeycomb-laced tits pressed into his chest like two cantaloupes in leather slings; they felt incredibly firm. Jim had never felt fake tits before but he'd heard they had a whole different feel than the real ones. "Mmmmm, oh, yeahhhhhh!" Julie chortled as he ran his tongue back toward her ear. As Jim began sucking on her earlobe, he felt one of her hands sneak down between their bodies. Her hand wrapped around his half-hard member and it was Jim's turn to grunt in pleasure. "Ooooooh, you dirty boy! .... Mmmmmm, you're big, baby ..... God, what a dick!" Julie huskily whispered as Jim drew back and looked down to see her hand as she slowly jacked his nearly full-blown erection. "Go easy, Julie .... I've never felt this excited ...." Jim tried to convey the fact that he was likely to launch his load at any minute. Julie just chuckled and gave his cock a hard slow milking. "Christ, I'm not kidding!" Jim said as he embarrassedly moved his hand to cover hers. "I'm going to have to cool you down, aren't I?" Julie chided him as she released his dick, grabbed his hand and led him to her bed ... to her and his sister's bed. She pushed him down so he sat on the side of the bed. "But I bet you won't have any problems getting it back up, will you?" "Fuck, no! I'll keep it hard all night for you," Jim promised as he ran his hands up the back of her leather legs. "Would you like to suck it?" Jim suggested suggestively, knowing it was all right to do so; Julie certainly wasn't going to take offense to a lewd proposal. She was a walking lewd proposal. "Hmmm, I bet you'd like that! I'll give you a choice .... I'll suck you off or ..." Julie's hands cupped her amazing bust, "... you can fuck my tits. You ever fucked a pair of tits?" Jim was agog. He'd been hoping to feel Julie suck him all night but now she was making him an offer he'd never have even considered. The high school girls he'd slept with back home had not had much in the breast department; they were still developing. But now he was eyeing the tight cleavage between Julie's cinched chest mounds. "No," he admitted, "but I'd love to try it." "Good, that's why I picked this particular top ...." Julie said as she slipped from his grasp and opened the drawer to the nearby nightstand. She took out a small bottle of baby oil. ".... I bought it too small for a reason. Can you guess why?" She turned to him with a evil smile on her face. "It crams your tits together." "Right you are!" She ran her index finger down into the top of her cleavage salaciously. "It gives me a nice ... tight .... soft ... fuckable .... tunnel." Again that wicked smile. "Some men have told me it feels better than pussy." "I can't believe that.

Pussy feels awful goddamn good!" Jim said brazenly. His dick was twitching in his lap like a cobra as he thought about the other men that had come before him. "Well, I'm anxious to hear your opinion," Julie said. "Stack those pillows up for me, near the other side there." Jim hurriedly scrambled on his knees on the bed and collected three of the pillows at the head of the mattress. He stacked them together perpendicular to the headboard near the other side of the bed from where Julie stood. Julie crawled on the bed and lay with the pillows under the top of her back, elevating her torso for Jim's use. As he watched, she poured some baby oil in the top of her cleavage. Seconds later, he watched it trickle out of the bottom of her bound boobs, pool over the bottom strap of her top and run down toward her stomach. "Climb on, stud boy," Julie said as she capped the bottle and threw it back toward the nightstand. As he swung his leg over her reclining figure, Julie used her hands to pull her long, wavy black hair back off her shoulders so it hung down over the side of the bed. Jim leaned forward and kissed her as his hands stroked the outsides of her voluptuous, leather-harnessed boobs. Straightening back up but keeping his hands on her tits, he said, "That was for thanks in advance." "What a polite one, you are," Julie replied as she stroked the outside of his hips with her hands. "Ready to stick that big dick through my tits, stud?" "Yeah.....you want to put it in?" Jim asked, hoping she'd play along. He loved it when girls got so hot they would position his dick for entry. Back home, most of the girls were so uptight, he'd almost have to take their hand and show them how. Julie just smiled again and her right hand came around to take control of his stiff cock. Her left hand mopped up some of the excess oil that had run onto her stomach and she transferred it with her fingers to the top side of his cockshaft. After a few transfers, her right hand stroking and twisting around his disk until it was slick with oil. Satisfied that he was ready, she pushed the head down toward the open triangular area in her top that lined up with the bottom of her super cleavage. Jim leaned forward so his hand rested on the bed on either side of the pillows that she reclined on and he scooted his hips forward as Julie directed his cockknob against the soft undersides of her tits, right in the oily groove. "Give it a strong push," Julie said as she looked up at him. Jim pressed his hips forward and felt the head of his organ delve up into Julie's slick tit tunnel. The harness she was wearing kept her titflesh wrapped around his sliding tool as he fed more and more of it through her silicone domes. Grunting in pleasure, Jim watched the head of his cock appear out of the top of her marvelous mammaries as his groin hit the bottom of her harness. His young throbbing cock was securely sandwiched in his sister's lover's tits! "Oh, man, does that feels great!" he exclaimed down to the top of Julie's head. She'd looked down as he'd shoved forward but now she looked up at him again. "Fuck 'em, stud. Show me how long you can last.......I bet it won't be long!" she practically taunted him. Jim had wanted in the worst way to show her he had some staying power just for his ego's sake; now she was laying down a challenge. "I might surprise you," he said without a lot of conviction as he began to fuck her tits. He began with long slow strokes, pulling about four inches down into her hot cleavage before pushing the head back into the open. He thought he could do that for quite awhile....but Julie seemed insistent to win her bet. "Come on...fuck 'em hard! Do it like you mean it, big boy!" she taunted him as her hands gripped his asscheeks. "If I do, it's gonna be a short fuck," Jim complained. "I don't care.....I want you to screw my tits as hard as you can!" she ordered him. "Then I want you to fuck me before your sister gets home." 'She wants me to fuck her!'

Jim rejoiced silently. 'I got her so horny, she's gonna let me do her pussy, too.' "All right, Julie, here you go!" Jim said as he quickened his pace, making his strokes shorter and harder. Her enveloping tit-skin and hard sternum bone welcomed his driving cock as Julie encouraged him further. "Oh, yeah...harder..harder....God, your dick feels so hot!" Julie exclaimed as her hands pulled his buttocks toward her firm tit valley. She lowered her face to look again at his cockhead which was appearing and disappearing between her swaying breasts. Jim, too, was watching her tits shudder under his hard thrusts. Julie's head hid part of the erotic display as he had leaned further over her but he could see outside halves of her jerking jugs as they, in tandem, absorbed the energy of his lewd screwing. "That's it....ohhh, you like titfucking, don't you, stud?...... yeeaaahhh .......bang 'em, baby!..........come on!" Julie's hands left his pumping ass and she began playing with her small stiff nipples, pulling and twisting them with her long fingers as Jim's powerful titfucking continued. The sight was too much for Jim; he closed his eyes and raised his head and began counting his strokes as a way to prolong the fabulous feeling of fucking a woman's tits. '..6....7....8...' "Oooooooooo, that's it!....ah, yeah....yeah....really fuck 'em!" Julie began ranting. "Just like that.....Oh, God....yeah....oh, yeah....not much longer now......don't hold back, Jim.....come if you want, stud!" '..11...12...13..14..15..16..' Jim found himself really laying into her bosom, fucking the round mounds of pleasure on Julie's chest like a crazy man. '.17..18..19.20.21.22.' "Come you, fucker! Come!" Julie's husky voice coaxed him. Jim knew he couldn't take much more; less than 40 seconds into his first titfucking and he was ready to blast off. '.24.25.26.27.' Jim's right hand, which had been digging into the bedspread, suddenly slipped off the mattress. Wildly, he flailed out and his fingers caught in Julie's long hair, his momentum pulling her head back sharply. "UUUNNHH!" Jim's eyes flew open and he looked down into Julie's excited eyes as he momentarily slowed his fucking. "Oh, yeah!" Julie said lustfully, "I like it! Pull my hair! ....use both hands." Julie's right hand slid down his straight supporting left arm and pushed it toward her head. "God, you know what I like!" Jim realized he stumbled into something that Julie apparently got off on. Damned if he was going to tell her it was a mistake! He tangled his fingers in her wild ebony mane about six inches below her reclining head and pulled down on it as his arms rested on her shoulderblades. Julie's head went back again and her face simmered with a mixture of arousal and discomfort. "Yeeaaaahhh!" she groaned. Jim began driving his rod back up and down her oily clutching cleavage as Julie's hands slid back to her tits. She squeezed the outside of her leather-crossed beauties and it was Jim's turn to groan as Julie's firm knockers tighten all along his slipping shaft. "Oh, God." Jim croaked as he began wildly humping into Julie's tit vise. The added friction, the hair pulling, the look in Julie's eyes...it rushed up on Jim like a freight train and Julie must have been able to tell that he was close. "Come on me! Shoot all over me!" she panted as he dug his fingers tighter into her reins of hair. "AAAHHHH, AAAHHHHH!" Jim gasp as his balls tightened and rocketed his sperm up and out in a gout of whiteness. Jim saw the first spurt splatter just under Julie's chin and saw it joined by a second, he kept thrusting, pulling his gushing cock down into her tit canyon and felt a third spurt coat the inside of her tits. Then his vision went blurry as his eyes tried to cross; they always did during a particularly strong come. "Mmmmmm, oh yeah..." Julie said through clenched teeth as her shooting lover jerked above her. When Jim's vision cleared, he looked

down into Julie's smiling face and then down at the mess he had made on her neck and chest. He'd never been so proud of himself. He let go of Julie's hair and sat upright, moving his hips back, drawing his slimy cock from between her heaving breasts. He slumped against the headboard, watching Julie look down at his cumload. "Baby, you came in buckets," Julie complimented him as she ran her fingers through his pearly discharge. "I hope those balls can recharge themselves 'cause that was only Round One."

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 8

Julie sat up and reached behind her, unfastening her now unnecessary top. She pulled the leather straps off her shoulders and peeled the top off her body. Her fresh-fucked silicone breasts barely sagged as she threw the top on the floor. "Fuck, I love your body," Jim said as she lay on her side by him, "Did you ever dance like Beth?" Julie laughed, "No." Then continued, "That was never an option for me." Her hand dipped down between his splayed legs and began stroking his deflated balls. "I prefer being in the background, pulling the strings." Jim turned his body so he was on his side facing her and let his right hand begin massaging the underside of her breasts, enjoying the firm heavy weight of her fake tits. "Why are we doing this tonight?" Jim asked, sincerely curious, "I mean.. is it because I'm Beth's brother."

"Now why would you think that?" Julie said, that wicked smile beginning to creep back onto her face. "I sort of get the idea that would be something you'd go for...I should be off limits since Beth is your...girlfriend....but I think you like wild stuff like that." "I'll admit that that was part of it." Julie conceded as her hand squeezed his nut sack lovingly. "I also can't resist young men; you're always so hard and eager to please....but, I could ask you the same question. You knew Beth and I are lovers and it didn't stop you." Julie had a point there. Here he had gone a slept with his sister's lover and a portion of his attraction was probably found there. It was a real turn-on in fact, sharing Julie with Beth. Still he didn't want Beth to find out; it might ruin her thing with Julie. "I hope we can keep this to ourselves," Jim confessed, "I'd hate myself if Beth found out and it caused any problems between you two." "Our secret is safe with me...you know, if you want to fuck me, we better stop talking and get down to business." Just like that, Julie slipped back into her temptress voice as her hand slid up along the bottom of his half-hard dick. "Oh, man, am I going to fuck you!" Jim chortled, "Just get me hard and get those pants off." "First things first...I've got your cum on my chest...I'd really like it if you'd rub it into my tits." With pleasure!" Jim moved his fingers up into a puddle of his juices and then went to work smearing her left nipple with it. Encouraged by the way her hand began beating his rising member, he was soon using his entire palm to knead and rub his spunk on both her tits. Julie was loving it, too. "Mmmmmm, feel how hard my nipples are!" "I can't believe how small they are," Jim confessed. Julie must have had a pretty small pair of tits before her surgery. "Suck on 'em!" Julie sighed as her she arched her back, lifting her left melon-like mammary toward his lips. Jim lowered his face and took her pencil-thick nubbin into his mouth and began swirling his tongue against its stiff rubbery stalk. Julie began almost immediately to vocalize her pleasure, "Oh, that's it, stud!...Mmmmm....oh, you hot fucker.....lick your cum off my nipple." Jim almost pulled his mouth away; he hadn't been thinking about that since he'd rubbed it into her skin but that salty taste wasn't all sweat. He was tasting his own cum. Back in Nebraska, that would be homo activity so he had some natural ingrown trepidation. But it was turning Julie on, so he forged ahead. He let his hand start sliding down between their prone bodies, down her stomach and under the top band of her short skirt and the tight pants underneath. He wanted to diddle Julie's puss before he peeled her pants off and dropped between her thighs....... In a flash, Julie's hand was off his dick and pushing his hand away. Surprised by another denial of entry into her holy of holies, he raised his mouth from her succulent teat and leaned away from her. "What now?!" he asked, breathing hard. "If I'm gonna fuck you, I should be able to finger you." "Oh, you poor boy....I must have given you the wrong idea." She leaned toward him and kissed his chest, then continued rolling onto her stomach. "Did you think you were going to get my pussy?" "Christ, you said you wanted me to fuck you!" Jim said exasperatedly. "I do want you to fuck me," Julie assured him, "just not where you had in mind......I want you to fuck my asshole!" Her eyes danced with a wicked mischief as she knew the proposal would be unexpected. "Holy....are you serious?" Jim asked excitedly. He'd seen a girl in those blue films take on two guys at once, one of them taking her up the ass, but he'd never dreamed he'd be in bed with a woman that wanted it there. Of course, Julie was just the kind of woman that would - no sexual hang-ups at all. "Pull off my skirt and you'll see just how serious I am." Jim did just that. He moved onto his knees, straddling the

back of her knees and pulled down on the skirt to reveal an oval-shaped slit in the bottom of her tight leather pants. Julie's voluptuous ass filled the pants so completely that the slit was naturally spread wide, revealing the deep cleft in her buttocks. Julie's leather-strapped top had been made to accentuate titfucking and her pants were made for backdoor sex and backdoor sex only. The slit did not dip low enough that Jim could get any view of her pussy; Julie's stinginess even went that far. "Niiiiiiiiiiice," Jim said as his hands began to stroke her ample ass; he loved the contrast of the soft leather and the even softer skin of Julie's asscheeks. He'd always gone for girls with small, tight butts; school cheerleaders or even cruising some sophomores. But Julie's ass was....substantial. That was probably the best word to describe it. It was a full-grown woman's ass.....and she wanted it fucked! Julie twisted her upper body to look back at him over her left shoulder. Her left hand came back and pulled her ass open. Jim found himself looking at her sweaty, lightly-haired asshole. The dimpled area surrounding it was darker in color and striated. "Finger it...go ahead, it won't bite you!" she prompted him. Jim used his right hand to pull her right cheek apart and he slid his left index finger down onto her puckered opening. He ran his fingertip around her hot, damp entrance a few times and Julie hunched her hips back at him to spur him to investigate further. Slowly he stuck his finger against her sphincter and it slid through her elastic barrier. "Yeah, stick it up there," Julie hotly demanded. "Mmmm, I like that." Jim was amazed at the heat that surrounded his probing digit; it felt like it had been inserted in an oven on low heat. It didn't feel particularly tight around his single finger except at her sphincter where it gripped his knuckle. Experimentally he began thrusting his finger in and out, watching it draw out her moist butthole slightly before it slid down his finger. He wondered if he'd be able to get all of his cock up her ass; Julie was large in stature, so his money was on her. There was no time like the present to find out. "Ready for some cock up your ass?!" Jim put on a confident tone as he looked up at Julie's watching face. He knew she'd liked hot talk and he wanted to show her that he was eager to try it. "Always," Julie said sexily, "Pull my skirt all the way off." Jim did so and as soon as he cast it on the floor, Julie grabbed a pillow and slid it under her hips, raising her derierre slightly as she spread her legs wider on the bed. Jim kneeled now inside her legs instead of straddling them. "Now, before you go plunging in there, I want you to use some spit to get your knob slick. The rest should go in without much trouble," she promised. Jim spat several times into his hand and rubbed the slippery wetness all over the flared head of his renewed erection. He scooted forward until his knees were against the inside of her thighs. That was Julie's signal to lower her chest onto the bed, reach around with both hands and pull her cheeks wide for him. "Man, I wish I had a camera," Jim told Julie as he leaned over her stretched out frame, supporting himself with his left arm as his right hand guided his glistening dickhead down into her asscrack. It really was an erotic sight - this lovely goddess holding her ass open for him, inviting him to sample yet another new sexual activity. She was being a great tour guide; it appeared she liked everything under the sun except straight sex. He ran his dick cap slowly down her crack until it fed into the deep indentation of her asshole. He pressed downward and had no success at first. "Shove it a little harder," Julie encouraged. "Get the head in and we're home free, baby." Nervously, Jim hunched forward, then tried even harder. All at once his cock helmet disappeared through her tight sphincter ring. "Oh, God, that's tight!" Jim gasp. Her sphincter

squeezed his shaft just behind his buried knob like a vise. "It'll loosen, baby, just let it sit for a minute....don't tell me you never had to let a girl adjust to your big dick?......I've bet you've stretched out quite a few teenyboppers back in Nebraska!.......feel it, it's not so tight now, is it?" "No, that feels a lot better," Jim had to admit. The muscle ring had loosened to the point that it was still tight but not so tight that it hurt. Julie released her ass, brought her arms back up under her body and raised herself up on her elbows. She whipped her long black hair to the side with one of her sexy head tosses and twisted her upper body to look back at their union. "Ooh, look at that big fucker sticking in my ass!" she said like a X- rated porn star, "Okay, give me the rest!" Jim kissed her shoulder, then moved his mouth to nibble her earlobe. He slowly began pushing his hard dick down into her musky hole, leaning further over her to get the right angle instinctively. "Oh, yeah!...God, shove it in, baby! Aaaaah...mmmmmm.....open my ass right up, lover!" Julie throatily whispered, her mouth so close to his own ear. Her ass felt like a hot, tight, oily glove; it seemingly sucked him inward until the top of his hand, which clenched the base of his half- buried prong, pressed into her soft ass cheeks. He took his hand away, sliding it under her stomach as he worked another inch into her gorgeous rear. "Fuck, this is wild!" Jim groaned as he moved his mouth forward along her jaw line, until his lips were on the side of her mouth and her tongue was coming out to greet him. Their kiss was awkward due to the way her body was twisted but her heat was transmitted. She was getting really turned on now, there was no faking going on. Like an excited, anxious stallion, Jim lunged forward and the final two inches of his throbbing cock pushed into Julie's seemingly bottomless shithole. The front of his hips and dangling nuts lay on her slightly trembling, leather-covered ass. She moaned into his mouth, the vibrations coursing through her captured tongue. After another moment, their lips parted with a wet smacking sound and it was Julie's panting voice that filled the still bedroom. "God, I love it!....I love getting fucked up the ass....come on, do it, Jim!" "Okay, okay," Jim rasped and he dragged several inches of cock out of her hot depths and then sank it back in. "Oh, man, I could get used to this! Shit, I can feel your muscles squeezing me. Are you doing that on purpose?" "Mmm hmm," she sighed as he began fucking her ass. "Feel this?" "Aaaah, Christ!" Jim grunted as her shitter tightened up, then relaxed again. He took the opportunity to begin screwing her butthole faster, enjoying the series of sexy clenchings that Julie began with her tail muscles. "That's the way to fuck that ass!...aaahh....aahhh....Fuck it, you horny bastard.....oh, yeah, uunnhuhhh...mmmmmm!" Julie was using her voice like she was using her inner muscles. Jim attacked her ear with his tongue, worming it in there, knowing that he loved it when a girl did that. Julie sighed and then shook her head to make him stop. Either it was too sexy or she was ticklish. Undaunted, his right hand slid up the front of her body and began groping her fabulous tits, the tits he'd fucked about fifteen minutes ago. His fingers slid into the bottom of her cleavage and he could feel some of his spunk hiding in there. "Found some..of my jizz between..your tits." Jim said into her ear as he continued plunging her upthrust ass. She gave an excited squeal but he wasn't sure whether it was due to his discovery or to a hard thrust he delivered to her immediately after. Then he felt her hand move over his and she drew his hand up to her face and began sucking on his fingers, nursing on them like they would spurt more cum than what she could taste on his fingers. Jim was glad he'd come once already because Julie's erotic finger sucking and her hot asshole taking

his hard dick would have made them blow his load. As it was, he felt good, felt strong. He began pumping her anal chute strongly. "Stuff my ass with cock!" Julie blurted as she drew his fingers from her mouth, "Fuck it.....oh YEEAAHH.....just like that, just like that, stud! ...God, I'm gonna come big time....." That's just what Jim wanted to hear; he wanted to get Julie off good. He wanted her to want him. He wanted to fuck her again and again while he was in New York, before he went back to the boring farm. They continued their anal ballet for another ten minutes before Julie finally got her rocks off. Julie had begun grinding her hips into the pillow that she lay on and throwing her ass up to meet his descending rod. Jim slowed his thrusts, wanting to catch his breath, and Julie just went on fucking herself on his near stationary prick. During the course of their lovemaking, Julie had moved her legs nearly together and Jim had moved his knees to straddle her thighs. Now he leaned back on his knees, letting his hands grip her straining waist as he looked down to watch her stuff her asshole again and again with his still member. She did that for about 30 seconds and then became flustrated. "Please, God, fuck me...fuck my ass hard!" Julie commanded as she swept her left hand back to grip his ass. There was an urgency in her voice and he knew she must be near her orgasm. "I will!...take it, Julie...ah, shit......fuck that ass up at me!" Jim said, getting caught up in her dirty language as he slid his hands up to grip her shoulders and began throwing his thick prick into her squirming butt with wild abandon. "OOOH....AAAHHH.....MMMMMMMMMMAAAAHHHHHH!" Julie's ass began jerking and her asshole clamped down hard on his flashing manhood. His sister's lover was getting off from his energetic ass fuck! He felt his own peak racing toward him then. Her tight, spasming rectum was begging for his own explosion. He gritted his teeth as he tried to delay it..he'd had the hottest sex of his life that evening and he didn't want it to end... he wanted to remember every detail....her tits wrapped around his dick....his cum splashing onto her neck.....her hot butt milking his ready-to-blow joystick. "UUUUUUUUUNNGGHHHH!" he bellowed as he slammed his cock deep one last time in Julie's undulating tush and began firing his second cumload of the night, "UUUNNGGH...UNNGGH....OOH, FUCCCKKK!" His dick twitched and jerked in her nasty hole as Julie purred in delight. "Mmmmm, I can feel your cum," Julie reported to her sweating teen lover as her ass muscles, back under her control after her orgasm, worked to drain every last drop of love from his deflating cockshaft. Finally both became still and Jim began massaging her back as she slumped forward on the bed. "You got off, right?" Jim asked. "Sure did," Julie said dreamily. "You were great...but I think you ought to get out of here now. Liz might be here soon." Jim looked at the clock and decided she was right. He could probably get it up again but it wasn't worth the risk of discovery. He pulled his prick from Julie's stretched out asshole and sat beside her. She made no move to get up, so he kissed the side of her face and got off the bed. "Hey," he heard her say and turned back to her. She had raised herself back up on her elbows. "I've got something planned for you tomorrow, stud...if you're interested?" "You know I am." "Good." she said, her voice full of the promise of more delightful sin. Jim went to bed that night like it was Christmas Eve.

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 9

After Jim left her bedroom, Julie went into the bedroom to shower before her live-in lover got home. As she unlaced the front of her leather pants, she eyed her sated body in the bathroom mirror. 'Jules, Jules, Jules....is there nothing you won't stoop to?!' she thought and then chuckled. 'Letting Lizzie's little brother dick your ass....well, not so little actually. His cock was super!' After kicking off her heeled shoes, she pulled the leather pants off her long legs. She'd made a mess in them when she'd come and she spent a moment sponging out the crotch before putting the pants in a laundry bag to be sent out for a professional cleaning. She turned on the shower, pinned her hair up while the water heated and then stepped into the shower stall. As she soaped down her sexy body, she thought of how she was going to use Jim while he was in town. Not that he'd have any protests. Julie had become a pretty good judge of character. That was why she'd taken Jim to see his sister dancing; to watch his reaction. As she'd closely observed Jim in the club, she'd pegged him for what he was......a guy aching to get down and dirty.

"Just like his sister!" Julie cooed as her soapy finger cleaned out her ass. "Cut from the same cloth..." Julie liked to take people places they had never been sexually; it was a real turn-on to see people let their hair down. And to know you'd been the one to orchestrate the whole thing. Julie again thought how ironic it was that sex was what she'd embraced and worked into almost every facet of her life. Her childhood had had some bad sexual events but the molestation had forged Julie into the person she was today. Now she was in charge and sex was the best part of living as far as she was concerned. She remembered how she'd enjoyed seducing Elizabeth. The poor girl had been so straightlaced. She'd actually manuevered Liz into thinking that she'd been the one to introduce herself; Julie had saw her at the fitness club she frequented and made it her business to use machines near hers or shower when she did. When Liz had finally introduced herself to be friendly, Julie had went to work seducing her. After several tals at the club, she'd invited Liz to have a drink. Then seen that she'd had several. Julie had taken the slightly tipsy girl home with her that night and showed her how wild she could really get. Leather, bondage, exhibitionism, anal and group sex ..... Julie had showed her it all and Liz had taken to it like a duck to water. Julie had taken Liz into the sexual underworld of New York. The strip clubs, S&M clubs and hotel rooms where Julie made her money as a procurer and, occasionally, a participant. Well-known men, and some women, paid Julie a lot of money to make their fantasies come true and keep their secrets. Sexually alive for the first time, Liz had willingly begun sleeping with some of Julie's clients but only the ones that she found attractive or were famous; sometimes being famous was enough to overlook their shortcomings. Liz had built up several loyal customers who always asked for her exclusively. Money and the wild sex had carried their relationship on for several years but Julie had to admit that things were getting a little stale lately. Even the person that eats filet mignon every night can still become tired of it, Julie knew. The germ of a wicked idea had been growing in Julie's mind since they'd left Liz's club. Jim had shown her he might be up to it but Liz was likely to dismiss the whole idea. 'Think.....there's a way to make it happen....you just got to position them so they accept it....think.' Slowly, a plan formed in Julie's mind...she went over the details one by one. She'd have to take care of some things but...it just might work! Elizabeth got home around midnight. "Jim?" she called as she walked through the living area toward the kitchen. The light was on but the kitchen was empty. She turned off the light and headed to bed, surprised that her brother had apparently turned in already. She'd wanted to take him out for a while to make up for having to work. She went into the bedroom she shared with Julie to find her roommate waiting up for her. She was lying on the bed writing in a notebook when Elizabeth walked in. Her hair was pinned up and she was wearing her favorite blue silk kimomo. Seeing Elizabeth, she closed the notebook and sat up to place it on the nightstand beside her. Elizabeth gave her a smile and closed the door. "Hey, babe," Julie said, "I saw you tonight." "Really?" Elizabeth said surprised. Julie would usually stop in to watch her dance but she'd always sit down close or see her afterwards. "Why didn't you come back?" Backstage, she meant. Elizabeth walked around to Julie's side of the bed and gave her a quick kiss. "I was with someone .... a potential client actually." Julie began stroking the back of her leg. Elizabeth could tell from the look in Julie's eyes that she wasn't going to get to bed without some sex play that night. "Yeah? Anyone I'd know?" Elizabeth dropped her handbag on the chair by the bed and began taking off

the conservative outfit she'd worn to the club. She'd assumed her brother would still be up, so she'd worn it home. "No," said Julie. "But I think I'm going to take his business, I had him checked out. Got lots of money." "Hey, have you seen Jim?" Elizabeth asked as she tossed her blouse in the chair and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Julie moved her other hand up to stroke her flat stomach as she did so. "I didn't check his bedroom but he might be in there. I saw him earlier in the evening before I went out and he said you'd gone to work and he was thinking about going out to a movie, maybe." Elizabeth tossed her bra in the chair. Without being told, Elizabeth began tweaking her nipples, getting them erect. It was part of their nightly routine; Julie liked to see her do it and Elizabeth liked to please Julie. Satisfied that they were acceptably hard, Elizabeth began shedding her pants, unzipping them in the back and letting them pool around her ankles. "So how was work tonight?" Julie asked. Elizabeth knew she wanted to hear about her dancing and the people she gave private dances to in particular. Julie loved to hear about how she'd been felt up by club members and their guests and Elizabeth liked to tell her. "Pretty good. One of the members, Mr. Leonardo, brought his son in. I guess it was a sort of a rite of manship type of thing, you know?" "And Leonardo asked you to be nice to his son?" "Mmhmm. Well, I took him back to one of the rooms and the kid was as nervous as a virgin. So I told him, 'no sweat, I'll just dance for you.' Well, it turned into a lap dance and the kid reeeeaalllllly enjoyed himself, if you get my drift." After a quick laugh, Elizabeth continued, "I wish Vince hadn't called me in...I wanted to show Jim a good time tonight." "Don't worry about Jim. I'm sure he had a good time. You can do that some other night....listen, about this client......I want you to do him." Clad in her panties, Elizabeth sat down on the bed beside Julie. "Yeahhhh....well, tell me about him. What's he want?" Elizabeth said as her hand slid into the open slit of Julie's robe and she began rubbing Julie's thigh. "Well, he's sorta into dominance....likes his girls tied up." Elizabeth tried to act nonchalant but being tied up was her favorite thing. Julie was happy to please her in that way whenever she asked for it. Julie continued, "And, he's got a whole slew of other requirements. He doesn't want you to see his face and he doesn't want any talking or communication from you; he's doesn't want to see you as an normal women. He described it as wanting to fuck a live sex doll, you know, like the kind you blow up." "Oh, I get it," Elizabeth said, "That's why I can't talk." "Right. So I think I'll have you wear the red suit and I'll add a little stuffing to exaggerate some of your attributes." As she said that, Julie let her hand play over Elizabeth's pouty breasts. "Sounds kinky," Elizabeth purred, "but are you sure this guy's OK, I mean, I don't want him trying to 'deflate' me with a knife or something when he's done." "Not to worry," Julie said as she gave a quick lick to her left nipple. "He also wants me to watch you two go at it. I'll be in the room the whole time." Elizabeth like the sound of that too. There was something profoundly thrilling about having Julie in the room and having sex with someone else. They'd thrown some parties in the past that had turned into some wild times. "I've got it all planned out and it should be good for you and him....of course, you'll have to tell Jim you've got something going on tomorrow afternoon, that's when the guy wants it." Elizabeth wished it could be postponed until Jim left; she didn't want him sitting around the apartment all week while she was out working. But it couldn't be helped, she guessed. "You know I'm your girl!" Elizabeth said has her hand slid higher. Talking about Julie's customer and a long night of teasing and light

fondling by the club clientele had Elizabeth in a very hot mood. "You're really hot tonight, aren't you, babe?" Julie sighed as she pulled her down and their lips met in a hard passionate kiss. Elizabeth was totally in love with Julie. Their relationship had just happened overnight several years ago; it had been shocking at first but now Elizabeth could not imagine finding another lover that could make her feel the way Julie did; everything about her tall powerful lover seemed to excite her. She felt Julie's hand slid down her back and into her panties. Julie began squeezing her soft ass cheeks as they Frenched each other. She felt her pussy begin to get excited as she thought of what they would do in bed that night. The night before had been so good. At first she'd wanted to just go to sleep since her brother was in the next room but that had actually turned Julie on. And later, during their lovemaking, it had even turned Elizabeth on; she'd actually imagined Jim listening at the door while Julie had used her tied down body and her orgasm had been intense. Julie broke their kiss after a few moments, smoothed away some of her golden bangs from her eyes and then pushed Elizabeth up as she got off the bed. "Come with me," Julie said as she took her hand and led her toward the bathroom. 'Wonder what she's got in mind?!' Elizabeth thought as her heart beat excitedly in her chest. She knew Julie liked to do it in every room of the apartment; they'd done it in the kitchen, on the dining table, on the couch, out on the patio. And of course, in the bathroom where it was easy to clean up afterward. Her lover flicked on the bathroom lights and pulled Elizabeth toward the sink area. "Off with those panties," Julie said as she patted the hard marble top to the left of the sink. "And up on the counter." Elizabeth turned away from her and slowly peeled off her panties, keeping her legs straight and bending at the waist. She could feel Julie's eyes taking in her damp sex slot between her thighs as she worked her panties off her ankles. It excited Elizabeth to strip for her lover and she kept bent over, stretching out the moment. WHACK! Elizabeth straightened quickly and spun around, her hand rubbing the spot where Julie had slapped her bottom. Elizabeth wasn't into pain in a sexual way and Julie had never taken any liberties when she was tied up. The smile on Julie's face told her that it had been in fun. "That'll teach you...you little teaser." Julie said as she took Elizabeth back into her arms and kissed her lovingly, her own hand moving over hers as it stroked the red spot on her tush. "Now, up you go." Julie said as she stepped back and patted the counter again. Elizabeth leaned against the counter, then she hopped up so her ass was close to the edge. Brazenly, she leaned back against the mirror and opening her legs. "Hmmmmm, Lizzie, you look good enough to eat!" Julie said suggestively as she lightly trailed her fingers down the center of her breasts, down her slender torso and onto her stomach where their travel ended abruptly, just inches above the top of her pubic patch. She thought Julie would give her a little cunnilingus but Julie turned away and opened the medicine cabinet. She pulled out a razor and shaving cream. "This client I was telling you about likes hairless pussy," Julie said as she came back and ran her fingers down through Elizabeth's naturally dark pubic hair. "Any problem with that?" Elizabeth didn't care if she was shaved; she'd done so in the past before she'd met Julie. Wanting Julie to take control, she responded timidly, her voice letting Julie know how she wanted things to progress. "Do I have a choice?" Elizabeth said, her eyes simmering as she opened the door for Julie to lay down the law. "No," Julie said, recognizing her partner's desire to be told what she would do. "I'm going to shave your little pussy bald," she said in a stern voice and then softened it, "and then, I'm

going to lick it." Elizabeth opened her legs wider to show she was up for that and Julie squirted foam on her fingers and began applying it to her bush. Julie massaged the cream around and her fingers grazed Elizabeth's sensitive clit several times. Satisfied with the application of the shaving cream, Julie stood between Elizabeth's outstretched legs and carefully and professionally began shaving her. Elizabeth kept her crotch perfectly still as her pubes were shaved away and rinsed down the sink. "Mmmmmm, look at how cute your little cunnie is," Julie said sexily as she finished and wiped the excess cream away. Elizabeth gazed on her bald pussy liked the way it looked. Without the patch of hair at the top and around the sides, her sex did look a lot smaller......sexier. Julie blew against freshly shaved crotch and Elizabeth drew in her breath at the exotic feeling of her tingling skin being stimulated. "Hmmmmm, God, it feels....cool," Elizabeth cooed as Julie straightened and ran some hot water on a washcloth. "Good, maybe I'll keep you shaved all the time," Julie said as she stood again between her splayed legs, then leaned forward to kiss her. As she kissed Julie, she felt the hot washcloth being pressed against her pink labia. "Mmmmmmmmmm!" Elizabeth moaned in pleasure into her mouth as she ran the rough cloth up and down her crotch, masturbating her to an incredibly excited state in only a minute or two. Elizabeth felt the washcloth pulled away as Julie broke their hot kiss and moved her head lower on her flushed body. Elizabeth moved her hands into Julie's pinned up hair as her lover cupped her delicate tits and squished them together. Elizabeth's nips came within two inches of each other and Julie hungrily swiped her tongue back and forth across them as Elizabeth held her head with her hands. 'God, what's gotten into Julie?!' Elizabeth thought as she dug her hands into her roommate's hair. Whatever it was, she wanted to bottle it. Their lovemaking was always hot and happened almost every night but this night felt different. "OooooooOOOO!" Elizabeth squealed as Julie ravaged her sensitive nipples just the way she liked. She loved the way Julie used her mouth; her tongue always seemed to be in constant motion, curling around a nipple or flicking around her aureolae. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around Julie's hips and moved her hands under Julie's arms and into her kimono. Her palms began kneading Julie's heavy knockers, her fingers pulling Julie's own hard nipples. "Mmmmmm...OoooOOOO......suck my nipples, Jules! Oh, shit!.... oh baby .... eat me!...you promised!.....Mmmmmmmm!" Elizabeth felt her pussy slickened more as she anticipated Julie's tongue moving down to it. Julie liked to eat her pussy; she said her excited pussy made more juices than any she'd eaten. Julie's head moved downward, leaving her puffy glistening nipples, her tongue worming down her heaving tummy to ring her navel, then moved lower still, onto the tender skin around her pussy. Elizabeth steadied herself on the counter with her free hands as Julie pushed her thighs wide open. Julie looked so hot, crouching down there, her kimono left open so Elizabeth could see the tops of her big tits as they pressed into the counter top. Julie blew again on her leaking puss and looked up at her face. "Ready, baby?" Julie teased her. "Mmmhmmmm! Oh God, I'm so wet, Julie......I swear I'm gonna come all over your tongue!" Elizabeth panted. She knew Julie would probably make her beg for her tongue ... both enjoyed the little sex game they always played. But Julie wasn't in the mood tonight. Instead, Julie pressed her whole mouth over Elizabeth's pussy hole and prominent clit hood and sucked. "OOOOOOOOOO....UUUUnnnnOOOOOOO!" Elizabeth wailed as her clit and the skin around her pussy entrance were vacuumed into Julie's mouth. Reflexively, she tried to close her legs as her hands closed around Julie's ears. Julie held her legs open and began forcing

her tongue into Elizabeth's liquid-rich cunny hole. "OOH, YEAH!....AAWWWWW.....Mmmmm.....oh, baby...stick that tongue in there...OOOOOOOH, YEEAAAAHHH!" Elizabeth could feel an orgasm building in her loins; she was going to go off like a firecracker tonight. The shaving had done something to all her nerve endings; they were firing off all around her tongue-stuffed twat. "That's it....tonguefuck me!....OOOO...OOOOOOO ... ...YIIIIIIEEE!" Elizabeth's quivering pussy dissolved into a good hard cum after about 45 seconds. Her hips bucked into Julie's mouth as her pussy juices flowed around the tongue that had brought her off so quickly. Through the fireworks going off before her eyes, she felt Julie sucking her oily lubricant out like a banshee. After what felt like fifteen minutes, Elizabeth's pussy began to calm down, though small tremors were constantly going off in her loins. "Shit, that was the best, Julie......I really needed that." Elizabeth sighed as she swept some hair from Julie's eyes and watched her lap up a rivulet of her juices that oozed out of her tender sexhole. Then, Julie was finished. She rose up and leaned into her as she sat on the counter, her eyes on fire. Their mouths met and Elizabeth could taste her juices on Julie's lips. After a few minutes, Julie led her back to their bed where the two roommates continued their lovemaking.

[vintage-story-time]

MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 10

"Yoohoo. Loverboy...." Jim came out of his sleep suddenly the next morning to find Julie sitting on the side of his bed, her hand stroking his chest. She looked like a trillion bucks in a red blouse, black skirt and black sheer hose. It distracted him for a second and the dream he'd had faded in his memory. What he could recall was Julie had been in it and someone else.....who.....ah, yeah....Sheryl, the girl from his sister's club. He could vaguely recall being in a bed with both of them, having sex with both of them, but the details blew away like leaves in the wind. He could feel himself half-hard under his sheets, a real-life testimonial to what he couldn't remember. "Oh, hey," he said as he stretched his body like a cat to get out the kinks. Subconsciously, he made the muscles in his chest tighten up under Julie's hand. "What time is it?" "It's around eight," Julie said, "I'm heading out but I wanted to talk to you before Liz got up." That got Jim's attention; Julie wanted to talk with him without his sister's knowledge, maybe to plan their next sex session he hoped. He sat up on his elbow.

Julie continued, "I want your help this afternoon...with some business that I'm involved in." "What's that?" Jim said, a little disappointed. "I want you to fuck someone for me." "Wha?! Fuck someone?" Jim stammered. "And this is business?" "What can I say? I enjoy my work more than most people," Julie said with a smile. "I don't know what Liz told you about what I do but part of it is helping people live out their sexual fantasies.....today, it's a woman. And I think you'd be perfect." "Christ, Julie! I mean........." Jim trailed off as he pondered what she'd asked of him. "I know it's a biiiggggggg favor I'm asking," Julie said as she got up and walked to the end of the bed. "I mean, asking you to fuck a gorgeous... young....well-known....actress. Maybe we ought to forget it." "Hey, wait a minute..." Jim said, sitting up, now intrigued. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it." He saw Julie get a look on his face that translated to 'the fish is hooked' but he didn't care. "An actress? Who is it?" "It'll be a surprise...but I guarantee you know her. Be at this address at 2 PM." Julie said and pulled a piece of paper from her blouse pocket. She threw it on the bed and headed for the door. "Hey, wait! Is this the address of a home. Who the hell do I ask for?" Jim said in exasperation. He could just see himself knocking on a door and saying 'Hi, we haven't met but I might be here to have sex with some woman at this address.' "I'll be there, baby," Julie said as she reached the door, "and I'll make the introductions, as we say. Believe me, you're going to love it....great sex with no strings attached." Jim was game but still not convinced that Julie had it all worked out. "What about Elizabeth? How do I explain being away? She's gonna want to do something together today." "Not to worry," Julie said from the door. "Your sister has an appointment that she made long ago and can't get out of. You'll have time to get to where we are, have a wild time and be back before your sister returns. See? Julie's thought of everything. You just be there and you'll have something to tell all your friends back home." She slipped out, leaving Jim wide awake but wanting to pinch himself to be sure. Jim got up, showered, dressed in some jeans and a T-shirt and went out to scrounge up some breakfast. He made some scrambled eggs and toast and was just getting ready to take them to the dining table when Elizabeth came around the corner into the kitchen, wearing a long nightshirt. "Hey, Beth....here's the breakfast I made for you." Jim handed her the dish of eggs with the toast before she could say a word. "Jim, you made this for yourself...." she began to complain. "You'll never be able to prove it," Jim said and steered her to the dining table. "You eat up and I'll whip up some more for myself. It's the least I can do...you sent me an airline ticket, for Christssake." Soon he joined her at the table with eggs of his own. "So, how as work last night?" he asked, not being able to resist. It was legitimate small talk but he was curious to hear her lie to him. "The usual," she said, not volunteering anything more. "Was it busy? Are Friday nights busier?" He couldn't let it lie. "Oh.....a little busier but I'm off tonight and Julie said she would like to go out with us later." Jim perked up at that. "Really...that would be great. Got anyplace in mind?" "No, we'll just go clubbing. Julie knows a lot of the bouncers around here so we should get in without waiting in line, if there is one." Beth finished her eggs and walked the dishes back to the sink. "Oh, I almost forgot, I've got to go out later." Jim tried to sound surprised. "Now what? I thought we'd got out today...I wanted to see Central Park." "Ah, I'm sorry, Jim...we'll do that tomorrow, though, I promise. I made a doctor's appointment and I can't miss it." "Doctor? You don't look sick." Jim said as he turned to her.

"Well, I'm not." Elizabeth said and laughed. "It's just a yearly check-up ...it's with my gynecologist, if you must know." "Hey, you're telling me more than I wanted to know!" Jim joked and Elizabeth threw a dish towel at him. "Is it a male doctor?" "Jim! If you must know, it's a woman." "I thought so," Jim said as he took his dishes to the sink. As he walked toward her, he jabbed a little more at her. "It would probably be pretty embarrassing to have some guy examine you." Jim saw her face tense up as he brought up what was part of her actual job; he wondered if it was because she wanted to keep it secret or if she thought maybe he knew somehow. 'Let it go, Jim,' he thought. But she went on with the conversation, "Yeah, I don't think I'd feel as comfortable if it were a man..although I know a lot of women that go to male gynoes." "Hey, how about renting a movie or something before you go?" Jim asked to change the subject. "Yeah, we can do that. What do you want to see?" "Hell, there's so many I haven't seen...the folks haven't even bought a VCR yet, you know." "Oh, you poor thing," Elizabeth said in jest as she hugged him. "Let me get dressed and we'll go to the movie store." Jim swore he could feel her nipples through her nightshirt, even asleep, they were prominent. He remembered the way she'd pulled on them when she'd been up on that stage the night before and he felt himself getting a little excited. Then, she turned and shassayed out of the kitchen. "Man, you're a sicko..." Jim muttered to himself but didn't really mean it. His sister had chosen a lifestyle that emphasized her sexuality, so who could blame him? They ended up renting "Basic Instinct" as Jim's choice. He'd heard a lot about it, especially that Sharon Stone flashed her beaver in one scene. The plot of the story had so many holes in it, it was laughable. But Stone and her girlfriend, Roxy, looked really hot. Jim couldn't help noticing that Elizabeth went to the kitchen for a Coke just as Roxy and Stone did a lesbian kiss. Coincidence? After the film, went in to shower and re-emerged later wearing a pair of nice shorts and a tanktop-type shirt. She said she'd be back later in the afternoon. Jim told her he might go out to look around the city more but he'd probably be back before her if he did. She left and Jim went into the kitchen, took out the bottle of Vodka from the freezer and had himself couple of shots, laughing when he thought how great it would be if he showed up and Julie introduced him to Sharon Stone. "Wouldn't that be a kicker?" he said aloud as he went back in to watch that first scene with her riding that guy before she stuck him with that ice pick. Jim was feeling slightly buzzed when he stepped from the cab later. He paid the cabbie, a smelly something-or-other that had been playing some kind of music that sounded like a cat being stepped on for twenty minutes...the same song for twenty minutes. God only, knew if he'd taken the shortest route. The cab pulled away and Jim looked around. The street number Julie had given him was displayed over a pizzeria, so he went in there. No sign of Julie. He was a few minutes early, so he ordered a Pepsi and sat in the window booth. Ten minutes later, Julie came walking down the sidewalk, turning the head of many men in her wake. She saw him and waved him to come out. "There's my favorite stud," Julie said and gave him a nice kiss. "Come on, we're just going around the corner." She took his hand and they walked around the corner and down the next street. Halfway down the block, Julie steered him into what looked like a bar. A small sign above the door read "The Whipping Post". It was fairly dark on the inside after the door swung closed but Jim had time to take in the bar on one side of the room and a rather small area of tables and booths on the other. A big guy sat at one of the tables, reading a paper. "Thanks, Butch. You

can lock her up now," Julie said as they went past him and down a narrow hallway. Jim wondered what the hell was going on; apparently the place wasn't yet opened for business, yet Julie seemed to have the run of the place. Behind him he heard the front door being locked. At the end of the hall, Julie opened a door and they entered what looked like another party room. There were several couches, a small bar in one corner. Julie locked the door behind them. "A lot of doors being locked around here." Jim said. "The place isn't opened yet but I don't want anyone disturbing us," Julie said as she went past him toward the bar, playing her hand across the front of his jeans suggestively. "Mmmm. Tell me that you've been pulling my leg and you've decided you want me to fuck you for real this time." Jim said, ready to take some more of Julie if she wanted it. Julie moved behind the bar and poured herself a small glass of a brownish liquid. "I might take you on again," Julie said, "but first you're going to have to satisfy my client. She's right behind that door." Julie motioned toward another door beside the bar. "Really?" Jim said with a little excitement in his voice. All the way in the cab, he'd been thinking about young actresses. TV actresses, movie actresses.....Julie said he'd know her. Was it that girl from Married with children? Or maybe Winona Ryder? Shit, it could be anyone! "Mmmhmm. Now, let me explain what you're going to be doing. My client, for obvious reasons, does not want her face to be seen by you. She's afraid all this might get into the tabloids and ruin her....but she likes it so much she keeps coming back for more." Jim flopped down on one of the couches as Julie went on. "So, she's gone to great lengths to disguise her body. You'll see when we get in there." "We?" "Yeeaaaahhh," Julie said as she came around the bar, "I'm going to be in there watching you." Jim grinned at that. God, this might be good. "I can see you don't mind. Anyway, my client likes me to talk to her when she's being fucked - just me, not you. You can't talk when you're in there. If you do, I won't get paid and you can forget about anymore sex with me." "Can I grunt and moan?" Jim said jokingly. "If you must," Julie smirked as she raised a foot and laid it on his lap. Jim spread his legs a little wider and began to massage her calf as she used her shoe on his groin. The pressure and the talking about what was in the next room began to have an immediate effect. "I got it, no talking," Jim promised. "What else?" "In there, you do what I say; I'll be suggesting things. That's about it. I want my client to enjoy herself several times, if you get my drift. I don't think you'll have a problem in that area, she's pretty easy to get off." Julie's foot was making his jeans very uncomfortable by this time. He was rearing to go. "I think I'm ready to punch the clock," he said as he squirmed under her rubbing foot. "Good, she's probably wondering where we are. Come on, stand up." Jim stood up and Julie calmly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his tented zipper. She hooked her thumbs in the side of his underwear and pulled down his underpants and jeans down to mid-thigh. His cock got hung up in his underwear, painfully for a second, then it sprang up and out at Julie. "Hmmm, there's that big beauty," Julie said as her palm pressed it up against his belly. "My client's going to be very pleased." Jim made a grab for her tits but Julie backed away. "Save it for the client," she said as she walked toward the door by the bar. "Knock before you come in. And remember..." Julie raised her index finger in front of her lips, those great lips, and then she turned and went through the door, closing it behind her. Jim began shucking the rest of his clothes like a madman. Shirt, jeans, underwear, socks, shoes - all went flying on the couch. He walked over to the bar and downed the rest of the

drink that Julie had left. The liquor burned but it made him feel good. Ready as he ever would be, he walked to the door, knocked twice and went into the next room.

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 11

Here's the scene that met his eyes. For a second he didn't know what he was looking at, it was so weird and beyond anything he could have even imagined. The room was about the same size as the one he'd left his clothes in but it looked enormous because the walls were mirrored from about one foot off the floor to about one foot from the ceiling. The far wall of the room looked like it had a couch pit of some sort and another bar. The two walls perpendicular to where he stood had very low beds with wooden frames and slender mattresses; to Jim they looked like docks you'd tie a boat up to on a lake. The edges of the room were dim as the only lighting came from a recessed light in the center of the room.

There, under the recessed ceiling light, was a narrow bed, about the size of a single. It's frame was made of a dull metal and the head and foot boards were the same; a series of vertical pipes that joined the top board pipe about two feet above the mattress. On the bed, sitting with her legs together and tucked to the side, was Julie's client and Jim was going to have no way to tell who it was. He just stood there for several seconds in amazement. The mystery girl was wearing a full length, bright red, shiny suit that began with heels which seemed built right into the suit, then continued upward over her legs, hips, her torso which sported an outrageously large outline of a pair of breasts, and finally to a cowl that covered the girl's head. The only flesh and blood parts of the girl that were exposed were a semi-circular portion of her lower tummy, her mouth which stuck through a hole in her hood, the bottom of her nose through a similar slit, and a large ponytail of jet black hair that stuck out of the back of the hood. It all left Jim speechless but Julie, who had been standing on the far side of the bed watching his reaction, must have thought he was going to speak. Her finger went up to her lips again, then she began walking around the bed toward where Jim stood. "Your stud is here, Kitten," she said to the red figurette. As if that were her cue, Kitten swayed her upper body and shifted herself onto her knees without the aid of her hands. In fact, Jim noticed that her hands had not come from behind her back since he'd been observing her. What he did see was that the suit was crotchless and the girl must have kept her privates trimmed because he saw no muff down there. "I've really outdone myself this time," Julie continued as she motioned Jim to approach the bed. "Tall, dark and handsome - that's what this stud is made of. He's going to show you a hot time, my little Kitten." Jim met Julie about a yard from the bed and she leaned slightly down to whisper into his ear. "Just follow what I say. She likes things in a certain order." Julie began to turn back to Kitten but Jim stopped her and whispered into her ear, "This is too fucking weird. Are her hands tied?" Julie leaned back and gave him a look, then turned her head to Kitten. "My stud must really like what he sees. His dick is getting soooo hard," Julie cooed as her hand began stroking him. Actually, up to that point, Jim's dick had been flagging from the near erect state that Julie had gotten him to in the other room. The surprise had unfocused him from his mission but Julie drew him back on course. Here he was in what had to be a sex room with all the mirrors, the beautiful Julie talking dirty, and a helpless sex-hungry mystery girl waiting for him on the bed. His cock bloomed into a fat erection as he thought how lucky he was. "Kitten, show your stud that pretty pussy," Julie commanded and the girl slumped down on her left side and she raised her right leg, bending it at the knee. Jim sucked in his breath at the bare pussy nestled between the mystery girl's sleek thighs. The recessed light above shone down on it, edging every detail in his mind. If he lived to be a hundred, he'd always remember it. The soft outer labial cushions that surrounded her neat, pink pussylips, the way they ran up to meet the fleshy hood that held the girl's clit, the twinkling wetness of her slit. 'God, she's already juiced up!' Jim thought. "Oooh, Kitten! I can barely hold this stud back.....I can tell he wants to fall on that pussy......his cock is twitching like a snake!" Julie almost purred; her voice had gotten huskier and breathier. She gave the incredulous Jim a quick peck on the cheek and moved away from him, walking around the bed like a shark circling its prey. "But first, I think I'll have him taste that little slit of yours...you'd like that, huh?" Kitten shook her head in the affirmative but did not speak. Jim could see her tongue wetting her lips in her eagerness. Jim

wasn't that well schooled in going down on chicks; he'd done it a few times but not under the best circumstances, like in the back of cars, etc. But he knew the general idea, what areas to hit. He looked at Julie and saw her give him a wink. "Do it, stud! Sample my Kitten's pussy!" Julie said hotly. She was really running the show; Jim was sure that Kitten was finding it probably more exciting, not being able to see what was happening. 'God, I wonder if he's half as hot as Julie says,' Elizabeth wondered as she rolled on her back and spread her legs in anticipation. Julie had said he was younger than most of her clients and he'd had the necessary paperwork to prove he'd tested clean but hadn't really described him beyond that. That was why Elizabeth enjoyed this kind of work - she could use her mind and fantasize about the man that was going to take her. 'Tall, dark and handsome, mmmmmm, yeah.' In her mind, she visualized the hunky Antonio Banderas getting ready to lick her sex. She felt the weight of the man move onto the lower portion of the bed and felt his hands running exploring her latex-clad legs. "My stud likes the feel of your legs," Julie said from above and behind her. "I think he's going to lick them as well." Then, Elizabeth felt pressure on her left thigh and knew it was the man's face even though she could not feel his tongue. The pressure moved over to her other thigh, then slowly traced its way back to the inside of her knee. 'Come on, come on!' Elizabeth thought as she waited for the guy to get down to business. Her pussy was aching for a good tonguing and Julie probably knew it......Julie was teasing her through the Stud. She hunched her pussy in the air to show her need and moved her hands into a more comfortable position, palms down against the mattress. Her wrists were held by a strap and buckle which could be attached to the back of the suit just above her ass. Actually lying on her back was the most uncomfortable position she could be in in the suit; there was a series of straps and buckles that ran up the back, each of which could be tighten to varying degrees so the suit would be as formfitting as possible. The pressure was moving back up her thigh, coming higher, higher. 'Yeah, come and get it!' Elizabeth silently shouted. The man's hot tongue slid into the naked crock of her thigh and hips, tantalizingly slow it ran backward and forth in that tender area. At the same time she felt a hand slide up her other thigh and his hand move onto her tummy where it began a swirling motion. His elbows were pressing her legs wider, to the limit of what the suit would allow, about halfway to a true split. Loving the feeling of the Stud's oral work, Elizabeth let her right heel drop onto the back of the Stud and twisted her hips in an attempt to get his mouth onto her excited pussy. "You've got her now, Stud......look at the bitch beg for it......she wants that tongue up her pussy," Julie continued her hot talk, her voice much closer this time. Elizabeth could picture her crouched down behind her head, holding the bed railing, watching Stud move his tongue in her crotch. That only heightened Elizabeth's arousal; she loved having Julie watch her with another. Without any further preamble, Stud swung his lips across her lap and his tongue swept onto her crinkled pussy lips. Elizabeth bit her lip and arched her back as the client's tongue delved into her slick slot. "Mmmmmm..mmmmmm," Elizabeth whimpered as the man with no face pressed his tongue hard into her pink inner cunt skin, right over the opening to her sexhole. She humped her crotch up into his mouth and his tongue slid up in inside of her lips toward her clit. "Ooooh, that's it, stud! Eat that pussy....she loves it....fuck her with your tongue!" Julie's voice cut through Elizabeth's delight. The man was running his tongue up and down the inside of her neat cuntal flaps and his nose was pressing into her clit folds. She wanted to scream and tell him to lick

higher but she knew Julie's client might freak if she spoke. Still, she couldn't help small whimpers from escaping her lips. Stud shifted his arms to the outside of her thighs and she felt his hands sliding under her ass, raising her juicy cleft into his mauling mouth. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his head, crossing her heeled feet in the middle of his strong back. Her fingers dug into the sheets of the mattress as his tongue forced its way through the opening of her cunt and probed inward. "YYYYmmmmmm," she trilled as his tongue jabbed in and out of her sex, squirming in her oily tunnel as his hot breath snorted against her clit. Her thighs squeezed his head tightly as he feasted on her cunt. Julie watched as Jim ate his sister's pussy and it was the hottest thing she'd ever seen and she'd seen a lot. Everything was going as she'd planned thus far. Jim had not recognized his sister in the suit and with a shaved cunny and his sister's sex squeals could be coming from any woman. And as far as Lizzie knew, she was just servicing another client with some interesting fetishes. Julie stood from where she had been squatting at the end of the bed and began slowly walking around the two unknowing siblings. "Suck her cunt good, stud.......eat that sweet pussy.....make the slut come all over your lips!" Julie commanded, loving the power she was wielding over her lover and her brother. Her eyes drank in the sight of incestuous love - Elizabeth's hooded head thrashing around on the mattress, her lips open and her tongue flicking over her white teeth, her ass bucking up into her brother's face, Jim's hands sliding up her side to squeeze the foam-filled breast inserts in the suit as, with eyes closed, he burrowed his tongue up Elizabeth's tasty sexhole, the way her heels were drumming a red spot into his back, Jim's cockhead rubbing into the sheets of the bed as he shifted his knees further apart. Julie wanted to rip off her own clothes and join the two randy family members on the bed. That had been Julie's plan...not today but later in the week. She'd planned to try to convince Elizabeth to seduce Jim with her, using today's session as a way to grease the skids. Give her a 'you've all ready fucked him and loved it, why not again?' argument. On the previous night, in the afterglow of her sex with Jim, the idea had sounded fairly plausible but........ The more she'd thought about it, the more uncertain the outcome had seemed to become. The odds that she could get both to do it again willingly were slim and any of the other possible outcomes could only have bad ramifications. A loss of trust between Liz and herself, a strain on the relationship of Jim and his sister after she'd invited him to New York to try to get back into his life, etc. So, she'd decided to just watch the incestuous sex show before her and keep it a secret. The memories would stay with her as she was sure they would with Jim. What a trip he was having! "He's eating your little pussy like a madman......that's it, stud!....make her come....make the little slut come!" Julie said as she knelt again by the side of the bed to watch the action close up. She was looking forward to having Elizabeth to herself after she dismissed Jim. It would be such a waste not to have some fun with her roommate when she already had the suit on! 'Fuck, she's putting out the juice!' Jim thought as his mouth sucked on Kitten's genitalia. He'd never had a chick get so hot, so fast. He liked to think it was his pussy eating skill but it was probably the whole scene with Julie and the suit that was getting her so hot. He moved his tongue higher and felt it ride over the notch of skin at the top of her slit and Kitten crushed his head with her thighs. "NNNNNNnnnnNNNNNGGGGgggg," the mystery girl groaned and he kept up his attack on that notch, bringing his hands back under her soft ass and then up between her thighs. He pushed her legs apart as he raised his mouth for a moment to study the peak of

flesh that he was sucking on. A reddish-pink button stuck out of a teepee of flesh. "Suck on her clit," he heard Julie's voice almost whisper in his ear. He turned his face and Julie was right there watching, her eyes afire with her own arousal. As he watched, her hand slid down across Kitten's bare stomach and her fingers pulled the teepee of flesh apart, exposing Kitten's sensitive clit even more. Jim dropped his mouth on the sex stalk and began to work it with his tongue. Kitten thrust her crotch up at him, obviously enjoy the team effort. He worked on her joy button for several minutes, mashing his lips on her sex stalk and Julie's aiding fingers as Kitten's gasps and squeals rose in intensity. "Nnnnnnnnnnggg....Mmmmmmmmm........MMMMMMMMMMM!" Elizabeth fought to keep herself from screaming. She had to keep her lips pressed tightly together and that only accentuated the whole experience; it was like wearing an invisible gag. She was close to a good orgasm, she could feel it building and building and building. She wanted it to happen and wasn't going to fight it. 'Suckitsuckitsuckitohyeahyeahyeah!' she chanted to herself as she twisted her crotch under Stud's hot mouth and her roommate's fingers. Oh, she knew those were Julie's fingers. Her roommate and her kinky client were helping themselves to her pussy.....they could eat her cunt all night and day and she couldn't stop them. She focused on how little control she had over events that were occurring and were going to occur and the thought got her off. "NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG....YYYYYYYYMMMMMMMNNNNGG!" she squealed as her loins dissolved in a deliciously intense climax. Her hips jerked and shuddered under the Stud's sucking mouth as she threw her latex-wrapped head back in delight. "She's coming! She's coming big!" Julie's voice was barely understandable to Elizabeth as her body was blown through her orgasm. "Suck it up, stud.....fuck, I can see her juices coating your lips and chin.....keeping eating her, she's still coming!" Her orgasm crested all too quickly and her unseen consumer ate her down through another two minutes of trembling and twitching until she lay spent with his tongue lapping up the remnants of her love oils from her bald sex.

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 14

After telling Kitten that she'd be back in a minute to get her out of the suit, Jim and Julie went back out into the room where he'd disrobed, leaving her client laying on the bed, still wearing the suit and with her hands still secured behind her. Julie closed the door behind them and leaned against it as Jim blew off all the held-in emotion of the session. "Christ, that was fucking great! Man, that suit.....she had to be burning up in it. I mean I got a pretty good sweat going!" Jim said as he ran his fingers through his damp hair. "There's towels on that chair, you beast." Julie said, then continued as he grabbed one and began wiping his chest, "Today was a special occasion. Usually the wearer wouldn't have the hood on. And, you might have noticed that the breast portion could be taken off...," she made a motion across her fabulous naked knockers, "...and her tits would be showing. It's not all that hot that way. But she wants to keep her anonymity."

"Come on, tell me who it is! I swear I won't tell.." Jim promised, dying to know the name of the hot women he'd just enjoyed. "My lips are sealed," Julie responded, "It's part of the price she paid.... and I'm sure she'll be happy with what she bought. I don't know where I'll get the next stud.... she's sure to ask for you again next week." Jim cursed the fact that he'd be back in Nebraska, fucking boring vanilla Nebraska, by then. There was no not-going-back; he had to help his father with the farm. "Anyway, I better get back in there and get her unhooked. Wait for me and I'll walk you out." Julie went back into the mirrored room, closing the door behind her. Jim heard a bolt slide from the other side of the door. 'Doesn't trust me,' Jim thought but at least he wouldn't be tempted. He had to hand it to Julie, she'd planned things in such a way that he'd never know who Kitten was. He wiped off his shrunken dick and armpits and then began dressing. He put on his underwear and jeans and was pulling on his socks when he realized he wouldn't mind a glass of water to help cool down. He went to the bar and walked around behind it. There was a lot of bottles underneath but they were all hard liquor. He tried the hoses that might have water or some other kind of mixers but they weren't turned on or hooked up to a tank. He'd walked past a pantry door at the open end of the bar and he went to it and opened it, hoping there might be some canned soda or something. Instead of shelves, however, he found himself looking at a long, dim room with several couches down the left side, end to end. The right wall looked like it was made of a dark glass. But that wall should be the mirrored wall of the room he'd....... "Wait a fuckin' minute!" he said softly. He moved past the pantry door and kept his body against the right wall as he moved toward where the glass started. 'Glass, my ass! It's got to be a two-way mirror, the whole wall.......bet people use these couches to watch and get their jollies.... and I maybe get to see who the hell Kitten is!' He peeked an eye around the corner, even though he was sure he couldn't be seen, and looked into the mirrored sex room he'd just used. He'd been surprised and shocked by many things since he'd arrived in New York - his sister stripping in a club, learning about her and Julie being lovers, the sexual procurement that Julie did on a regular basis - but what he saw looking in that room made him feel all weirded out. Julie hadn't let Kitten out of her suit and Jim could see the two of them were getting it on. That should not have been weird since Julie was a real sexual person and Kitten was a kinky wonder. What weirded him out was what they were doing - what Kitten was doing. Kitten was down on her knees in front of Julie, hands still locked behind her back. Julie was naked now; her skirt was laying on the bed along with a leather sling of some kind. Julie's hands were holding the still, faceless latex head of Kitten and Julie was moving her ass. Julie was fucking Kitten's mouth with her dick. Julie had a dick! "Aaaahhhhhh....Lizzie, I love you....God, I love you," Julie purred as she pumped her prick in her lover's wet mouth. Lizzie hadn't been surprised when she'd asked for some relief after she'd escorted out the person she thought was a client; Lizzie knew how turned on she got watching her with other people. And seeing Jim and his sister have sex had her oh so fucking horny. "AAAaaahhhh....oh, baby, just like that!....aaaahh, aaahhh....I'm close.... aahhhh...yes, yessss....AAAhhhhh...I'm gonna pull out!.... AAAAHHH... ...NOW! NOWWW!" Julie jerked her spasming dick out of Lizzie's mouth and it spat several ropes of her cum on her lover's latex shrouded face and open mouth. "OOOH, Jules!" Elizabeth gasp up at her. "God....ummm.....mmmm." Julie's body shook with delirious tremors as she finished her pent up climaxation. She'd been forced to keep her erection strapped away during the

Andrews' hot session but the payoff had been unbelievable. Coming back to Earth, Julie squeezed out a last drop of cum on the chin of the red suit and watched Lizzie's tongue clean her lips. "God, that was great as usual!" she said as she helped Lizzie to her feet and reached around her form to unbuckle the strap that held her wrists. Jim had been holding out some hope that maybe Julie had on some elaborate dildo sex toy but then he saw her shoot on Kitten's face. It just couldn't be a fake; but it couldn't be real either. He was looking at Julie's body and there was just no way she wasn't a female. That ass, those legs, the waist .... there was just no way. Take away the tits and she was still a flat chested female. 'Who are you kidding?' Jim thought. 'She's a fucking guy, for Christ's sake.' Thinking back to the kissing and assfucking he'd shared with him made him feel sick now. Julie stood Kitten up and began to undo the straps behind her back. Jim had to see who she was. "There we go," Julie said to Elizabeth as her hands came free. "Now turn around and we'll get you out of this.....what did you think about the guy?" "There was something about him that I really liked Most guys just want the suck-and-fuck but he seemed, I don't know, more like he wanted me to have fun as well," Lizzie said as Julie worked on the straps that held her hood on. "I liked not being able to see him. But I wish I could have talked to him, you know, during. Do you think he'll be a regular?" Julie undid the final strap for the hood and hooked her thumbs under the back of the neck portion and pulled it up and off, the sown-in ponytail hanging down in Julie's face until she cast it on the bed. "I wouldn't count on it...he's out of town a lot or so he says," Julie half- lied as she pulled of the hair net Elizabeth had been wearing and then ran her fingers through her scrunched-down locks, pulling her wavy blonde hair down off her shoulders. "But he told me you were the hottest piece of ass he'd ever had." Lizzie looked back at her over her right shoulder, her face flushed from the suit's heat and Julie kissed her cheek before starting on the rest of the buckles. "Oh...then I know he'll might be back," she heard Elizabeth say. Julie got Elizabeth out of the suit and told her she had to see her client off. Lizzie padded toward the hidden bathroom door, which was mirrored like the rest of the wall, to shower and change back into her clothes. Julie put on her cockstrap and secured it, then her skirt and blouse. Stepping into her high heels, she ran her fingers through her long black hair and tried to get herself together for Jim. Satisfied that she was ready, she went to the door, unlocked the bolt and stepped into the next room, a smile on her lips. The room was empty, his clothes were gone and the door to the hallway was open. "Jim?" She walked to the door and looked down the hall. Butch was walking away from the front door. "Butch, did he leave?" "Yeah, he just split," Butch said as he sat back down at his table. 'Strange....very strange,' Julie thought. Now she'd have to take his sister out the back way. For all she knew he was lurking out front somewhere, hoping to see the famous actress he thought he'd fucked. "If he comes back, don't let him back in." Satisfied that she would be able to keep the two from finding out, she plopped down on the couch and waited for Elizabeth, feeling very satisfied with the way everything had went. Jim Andrews sat in the back of the cab, vacantly staring out at the buildings sliding by, his mind trying to reconstruct how the hell he'd been tricked into having sex with his sister. When he'd seen it was Elizabeth, he'd grabbed his shirt and gotten the hell out of there. He knew he wouldn't be able to act straight in front of Julie knowing that she had a dick and he'd just boned Elizabeth, his own sister. His emotions were all over the place - he felt angry, excited, betrayed, sad,

curious. Most, if not all of his anger, was at Julie. And that was all about her hiding her true sex and then seducing him. All that stuff about not letting anyone touch her pussy....wearing that little skirt over her leather pants in her bedroom, only taking it off when she was laying on her stomach - now he knew why! He didn't like the thought that she'd been sporting a woodie when he fucked her butthole. He was still thinking of Julie as a she, even now, that's how good looking she was. Her face with those cheekbones, those lips, those legs - those legs could not be a man's. Yet she was over 6 feet in height and she had a dick. He really didn't know what to think about Julie. He did want to think about Elizabeth. His sister had wanted to fuck him! Ever since the first night he'd peeped at them from the skylight, he'd had some more than sisterly thoughts about Elizabeth. Then to find out she stripped and to see her flashing her pussy on the stage, well, that had only added fuel to the fire. But, despite his fantasies, he never would have made love to her. Or if he had, it would have been so awkward that he probably wouldn't have even enjoyed it. The added pressure to perform and do I have to ask her if I can touch her pussy? and how do you ask your sister to suck your dick? He'd have been a basketcase! 'Maybe Elizabeth would have been the same way - that's why she and Julie planned the thing this way!' That was the only explanation - she and Julie had planned the whole scene back at the Whipping Post. Her shaving herself, the lie about going to the doctor, getting there and getting in the suit before he arrived. Being taken by Julie to Beth's strip club must have something to do with what they were up to. Maybe they wanted him to see Beth with her natural bush so when they shaved her, he'd not think of Elizabeth. But why even let him know Beth stripped at all? He couldn't get a handle on that aspect, there was something there but the piece didn't fit. 'I don't fucking believe this!' Jim said as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The sight, sounds and tastes of his incestuous sex washed back over him. He'd sucked his sister pussy and she'd sucked his cock. God, he'd come in her! He wondered if Beth had been in on their plan since he'd arrived. Did she take a look at him that evening and decided she wanted him? Or did Julie tell her about their sex session and Elizabeth just had to try him, too? Whatever had happened, what he had to think about now was what should he do. Should he keep quiet about knowing or should he tell them? Telling his sister might embarrass Beth but then again, if he told her and said he loved it, maybe she'd go for a little more. That would make the rest of his trip very interesting. The more he thought about it, as the cab rolled on, the more he thought that might be what he'd do. He really had nothing to lose.

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 15

Jim paced around the apartment, wound up with excitement and nervousness, for almost a half hour after getting back to the apartment. Finally, he put on some trunks and went to lie down on a sunchair on the patio. The sun was well past its zenith but felt good. He went through the scene in his mind over and over, how he was going to lay everything on the line and see what happened. He wanted to sound confident and in control when he revealed what he knew. And in his mind, he'd played back his sister's possible reactions. Maybe she'd apologize and fight off his advances for the rest of the trip...maybe she'd tell him she was glad he knew, that she and Julie were going to tell him anyway, that she wanted to fuck him again .... whatever her reaction, Jim knew he had nothing to lose. She'd tricked him into sex so their brother and sister relationship had been irrevocably changed at that point.

It was almost 4:30 before his sister got back to the apartment. He heard her call out when she entered but he stayed where he was. She'd be able to see him through the open glass door. 'All right, time to act like a man.... show her you're ready for what she obviously wants,' he thought as he saw her come through the patio doors. "Hey! Whatcha been up to today?" Elizabeth said as she came out into the sun. She seemed relaxed enough, smiling and moving nonchalantly. 'Man, is she cool! Spent the day sucking and fucking her brother in a red sex suit and now she looks like she's back from church,' he thought. "Oh, I had a really good day," he answered as he flexed his arms and chest muscles, showing off his body to his sister. She hadn't seen it with her hood on but now he saw her eyes taking it all in. "Yeah? What did ya do? Just lay around here in the sun!" she teased as she raised her foot and poked his side. "No...I had myself a real good workout today.....worked up a good sweat," Jim said, not lying as he ogled her legs....the legs that had wrapped around him earlier. "I wouldn't mind working out like that every day while I'm here." His answer had been loaded with double entendre and he watched her face for some flicker of excitement or fear that maybe he knew. But she appeared to just take it at face value. "What did you do go for a run or something? I hope you didn't go to Central Park without me?" she said as she tilted her face to the sun. "Uh, no...I just did some exercising..um..indoors." Jim said. "How did your doctor's visit go?" "Oh, it was fine...OK," Elizabeth said as she drew her hair back over one ear in what Jim thought was a nervous gesture. Had he not known it had been her, he never would have even noticed the gesture. "Well, don't stay out her too long...you'll burn." Giving him a smile, she went back into the apartment, leaving Jim to ponder his next move. 'OK.....she's not going to confess apparently..unless she's waiting for Julie and the two of them will do it together......I'll see how things go when Julie gets back....Damn! I wish she'd make this easier for me. Well, I'm not going to go back home without getting her to open up.' Jim vowed as he closed his eyes. After another fifteen minutes, Jim got up and went inside to take a much needed shower. His sister was sitting on the couch, going through some mail and she told him that Julie should be back soon and they were going to go out to dinner. He went in his room, stripped down and got in the shower. Finished, he dried off, blow dried his hair and put on some jeans and a polo shirt. He went back out into the living room to find Julie had arrived back and was sitting on the couch with his sister, both facing each other. Their conversation tailed off as he came out of his bedroom and he wondered if he was the topic of conversation. "Why, hello Jim," Julie said dramatically, "Lizzie and I were just discussing how we've got to do a better job entertaining you." Julie, her face turned away from his sister, gave him a wink. 'Don't wink at me, you man in sheep's clothing,' he thought as Julie continued. "You've been here almost 48 hours and we haven't even taken you to one of our New York's famous restaurants. How does some Mexican food sound?" "Uh...great," he said, "Is what I'm wearing OK?" "That's fine," Elizabeth said, getting up and heading for her bedroom, "I'm gonna put on a better blouse." That left Julie and he alone in the living room. She patted the couch next to her, obviously wanting him to sit beside her but he moved past and sat down in the chair. She scooted down nearer him. "Why did you take off like that?" she asked, pitching her voice lower than normal conversation. "I might have shared a cab with you." "I wanted to be alone...I had some thinking to do." "Oh, OK, no big deal...you really made my client quite happy." Julie's hand moved onto his knee and Jim shot up out of the chair. To

say he was skitterish would have been an understatement. Knowing Julie was as much of a man as he was had him upset. "I...better get my shoes," he mumbled and headed for his bedroom, leaving the puzzled Julie alone. 'That was good, Jim,' he berated himself as he got his shoes, ' Way to be calm and collected.' He grabbed some socks and headed out again into the livingroom. His sister was back, pulling on some low heeled shoes and wearing a cream colored silk blouse with her khaki shorts. "I hope you're hungry. We were thinking about going early, if that's OK?" his sister said. "Sure, let's go. I'm starving." Jim said, noting the strange look on Julie's face. She was obviously wondering why he was acting so distant. They cabbed to the restaurant, a place called Domingo's, which was in the lower level of an office building somewhere across the East River. The interior was done in an adobe like wall covering with a mixture of Latin art work and neon lights on the walls. They were seated at a booth in the back and Elizabeth scooted in first so she was between him and Julie. "Can I get you any drinks?" the waitress asked as she lay their menus in front of them. "Yeahhh!" Elizabeth said. "Let us have three Cadillac margaritas with salt on the rims. Thanks......ever had a Cadillac before?" she asked him. "No, not a Cadillac..I've had margaritas but I didn't think they were all that great," Jim said as he dug into the chips and salsa the waitress had left. "Oh, you probably had some horrible mix...I'm not sure they can make a decent margarita in Nebraska," she kidded. The drinks came and Jim had to admit they were a lot better than the ones he'd had previously; pouring the shot of Gran Marnier in the drink really gave it a nice zip. The waitress came back and asked if they wanted another round and they ordered another round and that came soon along with their meals. And then during the meal, Jim ordered another margarita while the girls sipped their second drinks. At the end of the meal, Jim was feeling mighty good. Elizabeth reached in her purse and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. She lit up and Jim was surprised. "I didn't know you smoked?" he said. "Well, a girl's got to have her secrets," Elizabeth said with a laugh and Jim saw Julie and her exchange a glance. He knew what his sister's eyes were saying: 'Poor Jim, he doesn't know about you and me, Julie ....he doesn't know about the fun we had with him today...how we fooled him....' Jim decided to air out some of his sister's secrets. "Sis, I know a lot of your secrets." 'Oh, shit.' Julie stiffened when Jim uttered that sentence. She'd gotten a bad feeling when she'd come out to find Jim gone...it was so unlike him. Up to that point, she'd had him jumping through hoops. Now he was sitting there with that 'I know something I shouldn't' grin on his face and three Cadillacs to boost him on. She just hoped he was talking about her and Elizabeth being lovers; she could do some damage control on that. But if he'd found out who Kitten was...... Jim watched his sister's smile waver, then she took the bait he'd laid. "Yeah, right! What secrets of mine do you know?" Elizabeth said playfully. "Well, let's see...there's you and Julie being lovers....you stripping in that club of yours....and that great time you cooked up this afternoon. I tell you, when I found out it was you..." Jim stopped when his sister put her hands to her face and looked at Julie. He had expected her to be surprised but her eyes began to tear up. "Liz, he knew right away we were lovers," Julie said tenderly as she scooted closer to his sister. "I told you it was a risk inviting him." "Beth, I'm sorry, I thought since we, you know.." Jim tried to apologize. "All right..." Elizabeth said through a sniffle. "How did you find out about where I work?" Jim did not know how to answer that one. He wasn't sure he should say Julie had taken him; apparently

things weren't as he thought. "I took him there," Julie confessed. "WHAT!" How could you?" Elizabeth said as she pushed away Julie's arm. "Julie, you had no right to do that!" "I'm sorry," Julie said, "He knew about us and I could tell he would enjoy it.....I mean, he's not hung-up..." "You thought he would enjoy watching me...." Elizabeth's eyes were flashing with anger now. "And did you tell him I would be there or did you just surprise him?! No, don't answer that..I know the answer." "Lizzie, don't be like this." Julie said. "You be quiet!" Elizabeth said to Julie, then turned to her brother. "And you mentioned this afternoon...what do you know about that?" Jim now realized that his sister did not know he had been the one that had enjoyed her charms. He'd misread the whole thing; it had been Julie working alone. He didn't answer her, just looked at Julie. He wasn't going to spill the beans to his sister, let Julie make up something if she could. "Come on, Jim. Look, I'm not mad at you....." she placed her hand over his, "How did you find out about this afternoon?....What? Did Julie let you watch?!...." "Beth, I didn't know it was you..." was all Jim could say. He saw understanding appear on his sister's face and she whipped her head at Julie. Julie just sat there, using her fork in the remnants of her meal and looking at Elizabeth in resignation. "It was him, wasn't it?......God, Julie!" Elizabeth was sieving now; she grabbed her purse and scooted against him, wanting to get up and out of the booth. He quickly stood and she slid out to stand by him, all the time watching Julie, who just sat there. "Beth, I'm sorry, I thought you knew it was me...I never would have brought it up..." Jim said. "We'll talk about it later....don't worry, it's not your fault...I got to be alone for awhile...I'll see you back at the apartment" She kissed him on the cheek and then turned to Julie. "You, I don't want to see!.....You find somewhere else to stay!" Then she walked away, not looking back. "Well, Julie. Would you like to explain what the hell has been going on?" Jim said as he sat back down. His anger was back up; instead of looking forward to continuing his sexual activities with what he thought was a wild and willing sister, Julie now had probably just ruined his whole relationship with her. "I think you see what happened...after getting to know you, I decided that you would like to screw your sister......was I wrong?" Julie was back to her calm self again. "How could you think that?" he said weakly. "Well, most brothers would probably leave a strip club if they saw their sister up on the stage...you certainly didn't leave." Julie put a credit card on the bill and pushed it to the edge of the table. "I could tell you liked her for more than a sister." "All right, let's assume that I did," Jim said, leaning over to lower his voice. "Why didn't you tell me it was her and give me the option? Who gave you the right to make me and my sister.....commit a crime? Because that's what it is. A crime." "If I'd given you the option, you'd have chickened out. As much as you wanted it. My way was perfect.....you could both get it and not have any hang-ups. I must admit that I started the whole thing with the intention of getting all three of us in bed before you left.....does that shock you?" Jim had to admit that before he'd seen Julie and his sister through the mirrors, he would have loved having his sister and her buxom lover in a three-way. But he knew now that Julie was not a woman. "No, what shocks me is that you are not a woman....a female." He saw Julie's face lose her composure and he liked seeing her be hurt for a change. "I got to admit, you really had me fooled. Were you laughing to yourself when I was fucking your ass?" He wished he could yell it at her but he wasn't sure that their voices weren't carrying as it was to the adjacent boothes. The waitress came and picked up the bill and went away.

"Look, Jim....I should have told you. I'll admit that I take liberties that I shouldn't....I think of myself as a woman and always have, since I was in my early teens...I was just in the wrong kind of body. When I could get away from home, I started to make myself into the woman I wanted to be. You don't know how much work I've had done to get to this..." she swept her hands down her body. "I just never the guts to go all the way with my sex change. I don't have to tell you what it's like to have a woman like a man.....I'm attracted to men and women. I can get my share of guys that want a dick and a woman in the same package. And women, like Liz. But when I can have a man like you, a real heterosexual, and he doesn't know....yeah, it's more exciting. But believe me, I wasn't laughing to myself.....I was just wishing that I wasn't such a...freak." Jim felt sad for her despite all she'd done. He couldn't really be angry with her for setting him and his sister up like she had; he secretly wished he could do it again with Elizabeth. "Anyway, you shouldn't beat yourself up over it....I had myself covered up and I lied to you. All you saw and felt was a woman and I just wish you could see me as a woman. If you could do that...I might still be able to bring your sister around to our way of thinking." "Look, Julie....I can't lie to you. I thought Elizabeth knew it was me and you two had working together...and I brought it up because I was hoping maybe if it was out in the open and she knew I was OK with it, then me and her might be able to do it again." Julie smiled at that. "But, you..I mean, I don't think I could ever..." "Jim, what is a woman?....soft flesh, tits, a loving mouth, a hole to stick your dick in? I've got all that....so why not enjoy it? You're a long way from home, no one's ever gonna find out and it doesn't mean you're a homo....it just means you like to have a good time. " 'She's got a point...it'll never get around back in Nebraska....and I've already done it with her once...' Jim thought. It was hard not to consider doing it with her again when she looked like the girl from the movie Weird Science only with huge tits. "I'll make you a deal," he said, "I'd like to do it with Beth again...if that happens, I wouldn't mind if you were to join in. But, I doubt very much that that is going to happen....you saw how mad Beth was." The waitress brought back the bill and Julie signed it and handed it back to her before she could leave. Julie stood up and said, "I've seen Liz more upset than that.....I may know her better than she thinks."

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MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 16

Elizabeth stared out at the East River, twinkling in the moonlight, as her cab moved across the bridge back toward the island of Manhattan. 'How could Julie to this to me, to us? There's got to be some boundaries... can't she see that?' she thought. 'He's my brother and she let him have sex with me! I didn't want him even knowing that Julie and I were lovers and here Julie goes bringing him to my club, letting him watch me dance, then concocting that session earlier at the Whipping Post...... she's changed my relationship with Jim forever, can't she see that?' Elizabeth sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, remembering her brother as he had been getting off the plane. So innocent back then. Then she remembered the way he'd been at the restaurant. How he'd changed.

She thought more about what he'd said. He'd found out it had been her and still he'd described the afternoon as a GREAT TIME. How could he call it that? He knew it was her and he called it great. Apparently her brother didn't have the same trouble with this as she did. And that was the surprising thing...here was her brother, fresh off the farm, seemingly wanting more loving from his sexually open sister and she was the one that had the problem. But was it a problem? The initial shock was wearing off.....she'd never have imagined fucking her brother but now the lid was off of that thanks to Julie. She had to admit that she'd gotten off on the session with her brother; he'd really been quite good. Elizabeth remembered how his mouth had felt on her crotch, how his dick had filled her mouth and......Oh God, can you actually think about doing that again? Without be blindfolded, looking into his eyes! Would it be a disaster....or would it be better? She hated herself for even thinking about it. She had a choice - she could tiptoe around Jim the next three days and send him back to Nebraska knowing that their relationship was irrevocably strained or ..... "All right. When we get up there, let me talk with her." Julie said as they stepped into the elevator of her building. She and Jim had ridden back from the restaurant in relative silence. 'What are you going to say to Lizzie?' Julie asked herself as the elevator rose. 'I have no idea!' She'd been putting on a brave face since the restaurant but she was really worried that she'd blown it with Elizabeth. She'd pushed her and Jim into something that was better left alone. And now she had to hope that she could clean up the mess she had made. They exited the elevator and walked to the door of their apartment. She opened the door with her key and walked in ahead of Jim. Elizabeth was just coming out of their bedroom, now wearing a pair of gray flannel sweatpants and a T-shirt. Lizzie gave her a look that broke her heart - it more than conveyed the hurt she had caused. Lizzie walked away from them and went into the kitchen. "She's pissed off. Maybe you ought to talk to her tomorrow morning?" Jim whispered. "It's OK. Just keep out of our way." Julie said and started toward the kitchen. Elizabeth came out of the kitchen carrying a bottle of vodka and a glass and went out onto the patio without looking back. Julie followed her. Stepping through the sliding glass door which Elizabeth had left open, Julie saw her sitting at the patio table pouring an inch of vodka into her glass. "Liz, we got to talk." "I'm in no mood to talk. I'd appreciate it if you'd stay somewhere else tonight...until I decide what I'm going to do." "Sure, I'll clear out....Elizabeth, you know I wouldn't have done this to hurt you." "Whatever your reasons, it was a shitting trick to pull...and I may not be able to forgive you. Ever. I may move out when Jim leaves." "Please, don't say that!..I love you, Elizabeth....I really do. I can't believe that you're willing to throw what we have away.....no one's really been harmed by this....Jim's cool with it...I think it could make you guys much closer..." "JULIE! Can't you hear yourself?....he's my brother...did you think I'd just open my legs for any man you wanted and then laugh about it." "Elizabeth, you've always enjoyed whatever I got you into....you didn't always like it at the beginning but you always come around. You're a sexual junkie....you can't get enough. This could be so good if you'd just go with it." "It's incest, Julie, incest!"" "Do you know why incest is wrong, Elizabeth. I'll tell you why...because it leads to inbreeding among families. You're on the Pill, so there's not much danger there. Why else is it wrong? Because way back in the past, women were losing their husbands to their daughters when they came of age. So the church...Biblewriters..whoever, decided to make it a sin and keep all the religious nuts in line. Are you

religious, Liz? Do you think you're going to take Jim from all other women? The answer is no to both questions. Liz, it's all about pleasure...we're here and then we're gone, so don't look at it like it's the end of the world...it's only a couple of days.....you can sit there and deny your feelings but I know you. You're mad at me right now so I'm gonna pack some things and get out of here....just sleep on it." Julie went back inside, closing the door so Elizabeth could be alone. She headed for their room to grab some things for a few days in case she'd read her wrong. Jim was sitting on the couch, looking back at her. "Well?" he said. "She's asked that I stay somewhere else tonight...when you guys talk, don't say you're sorry about what happened...if it comes up, you feel sort of privileged, not ashamed. If you project a good attitude...you never know....I'll talk to her some more tomorrow." She went into her room and pulled out a travel bag and small tote. She packed some clothes and some stuff from the bathroom in the tote. Then she wrote a short note to Elizabeth saying she'd be staying at the Waldorf that night and to call her if she wanted to talk. She left the apartment, hoping that Elizabeth would come around. Jim sat on the couch, not knowing whether he should wait for Elizabeth or just go to bed. It was only around 10 PM but he decided to head for bed to avoid having to talk with his sister. He was no eloquent speaker and he thought he'd just put his foot in his mouth. He went into his bedroom, undressed and got into bed where he lay awake for several hours. Elizabeth came in from the patio to find that Jim had either left or was already in bed. The door to his room was closed so she was fairly certain that he'd turned in.....he was probably feeling as mixed up as she was about the whole thing. Or maybe he was mad that she wasn't able to return his feelings. Whichever was the case, she felt bad that he was feeling bad. She turned off the lights and went into her room. Pulling off her sweatpants, she sat on the side of the bed she usually slept on. There was a note on the table and she picked it up and read it. "I love you, Elizabeth. Being open to new things has always been our motto. Please look beyond what you think is wrong and I think you will see that no one can be hurt by what happened. I'm staying at the Waldorf tonight. Please call me at any time if you want to talk. Julie." Elizabeth stretched out on the bed, feeling a panicked. She knew she was at a crossroads in her relationship with Julie.....and with Jim. She closed her eyes to think and slipped into sleep some time later.