Georgia's - A Porn Writer's by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(Ff, humil, etc.)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit and situations.
(c) 2002 Couture
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I watched the two in the mirror at the bar.
They were both very pretty. The dark-haired woman was
little more and judging by her eyes, a bit more
jaded. The other was blonde, young, and laughed a
lot. She looked like the sort of Playboy tried
to get to pose as a centerfold: young, innocent, boxum
- the next door. I wanted her the minute I laid
eyes on her. The one that is.
When she got up to go to the restroom and I made my
move. Heh-heh, wolves are always more aggressive when
the prey is alone.
"Hi, can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure."
I sat down next to brunette. "My name is Steve." I
extended my hand and she shook it. A nice firm
handshake.
"I'm Georgia . . .like the state."
Even though I only came over to talk to her so that I
could meet the when she came back, I
immediately liked her.. "You are very pretty,
Georgia-like-the-state."
She laughed and put her hand on my arm. Yes, a good
start indeed.
"Thank you. So, what do you do, Steve?"
"I work for a internet company. I do programming."
Shit, the hand on my arm was gone. She must think I'm
either boring as hell or two-steps from a layoff. I
don't know why I wanted to impress her. It wasn't her
I was after, but I found myself saying, "I also
write," before I knew it was out of my mouth.
She gave me a look that said she didn't believe me.
"What do you write? Programs? Manuals?"
"No, actually I write fiction. Erm . . . Erotic
stories."
"You're fuckin' with me." But the hand was back, this
time on my thigh.
"I'd like to be. . .fucking with you that is," I said.
"They are on the internet if you ever want to take a
look."
"So, what are they about?" She was eager, whispering
to me, like we were kids.
"Some are about really way out kinky things from my
fantasies which I hope to keep there, but others are
about different women I've hooked up with and some of
the things we've done."
She paused as if letting this sink in. "Would you
write a about me? For me. Georgia's Story."
Her hand moved higher. It was almost touching my cock
now. So close, I could feel the warmth from her
fingers. She had obviously done this before. "I
think I would like that."
"Why?"
"Why do you write?" she asked. "I like the thought of
people reading about me and getting off. Besides, I'm
too for to pose for Playboy."
"I would buy that issue."
"Sure you would," she said, meaning I would say
anything to get in her panties. "But, would you write
my story."
"Sure, I could write it, but you have to understand.
In order for people to want to read it, and I mean
lots of people, it would have to be different. Nobody
wants to read about a guy and a meeting at a bar
and going home for a quick fuck. And we haven't known
each other long enough to write a piece where we poke
fun at one another and do cutesy relationship things,
before having a boring but lovable fuck."
"I could let you poke me in the rear, if you promise
not to be an asshole about it. I bet people would
like to read about that."
"Have you ever done that before?" I said.
"A few times." She said, not batting an eye. Her
hand was resting on my cock now. I'm not sure if was
from her moving her hand up, or from the extra length
I added while talking to her.
"Well, people like to read about people doing things
they don't ordinarily do, you know." I thought for a
second. "Have you ever done it in a public place?"
"When I was younger. I couldn't do it here though.
Someone might recognize me from work."
We both tried to think of something fresh and
different. She shook her head and began to laugh.
"This is too damn funny. Two jaded people trying to
come up with a new way to have a fuck, so I can be in
a story."
I laughed too and nudged her playfully in the ribs.
"Oh no, we've got fuckers block."
We laughed some more and then she dried her tears with
a cocktail napkin that had previously guarded the
table against the condensation from her glass. By the
time we stopped, the that was sitting next to
her returned.
Georgia gave my leg a squeeze and whispered, "I've got
an idea. Just play along, okay?" Turning to the
blonde: "Hey Stacy, look who the drug in. I'd
like you to meet my Steve." To me: "Steve,
I'd like you to meet my new friend Stacy. Well, we
just met really, but friends are friends." To Stacy:
"Right Stacy?"
"Sure," she said. "It was ah-Georgia wasn't it?"
"You got it." To me: "Stacy just moved to town this
week and doesn't know anyone yet. Now, she already
has two friends."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Stacy." I shook her
hand. Not firm, but she had an honest smile.
Stacy said, "It's nice to meet you too."
Georgia stood up, put her arm around Stacy's middle
and said, "Stacy, why don't you sit next to Steve. Do
you mind?" While the two switched seats, Georgia
continued, "Lordy, I feel like little Miss Matchmaker.
Steve's left him about four months ago, and I
finally got him to come to visit me. He needs to
lighten up and have a little fun, maybe meet some new
people. And since you don't know anyone in town, what
better person to meet?"
As a writer, I have a special appreciation for words.
Most of the time it is for the written word, but after
listening to Georgia, I realized I was in the presence
of a master. She had all three of us, perfect
strangers really, carrying on as if we had known each
other all our lives, and soon we were all drunk from
the tequila shots she ordered. Not only that, she had
maneuvered it so that I was supposedly divorced, due
to being so uptight (this couldn't be further from the
truth), and we were and sister.
Now, clearly, Georgia was in control and since I was
potentially destined to get laid by more than one
woman, I wasn't going to complain. But even if by
chance I came to like Stacy, I would never be able to
have a relationship with her, unless of course Georgia
was involved too. Like I said, she was a master, and
I wasn't surprised one bit when she asked if Stacy
wanted to go back to her apartment for a joint.
"But Stevie's probably afraid," Georgia said. "Aren't
you Stevie?"
Now, don't get me wrong, I don't buy marijuana, not
since college, but I've never turned it down before
either. Still playing the part of Georgia's uptight
brother, I replied, "Well, I don't know sis. How long
does that stuff stay in your system?"
"Hah, you *are* afraid. I bet Stacy's not afraid.
Are you Stacy?"
Stacy hesitated. It was obvious she was indeed
afraid, either of smoking a jay or going back to
Georgia's apartment. Georgia patted Stacy's arm and
the reluctantly agreed. "I'm not
afraid."
"Good girl." Georgia cheered, and the two gave one
another a high five. To me: "Still afraid?"
"No, I'll do it."
"Ha-hah, damn there might just be some hope for you
yet Stevie. Pay the tab, while we ladies go freshen
up a bit." The two walked to the bathroom, with
Stacey staggering alongside of Georgia who glided next
to her.
I paid the tab and smiled to myself, shaking my head
in disbelief at Georgia's manipulations. I kept an
eye peeled toward the bathroom, making sure that
Georgia's manipulations didn't include getting stuck
with such a high bill without the fringe benefits, so
to speak. She was good, I had to give her that. Not
only was she going to be in a story, but she would be
the main character. I wondered if she realized that
already. Probably so.
When the two gorgeous women returned, they both
grinned knowingly. Obviously they talked about me
while they were alone, and I found about what as we
left, with both flanking me and each cheek of my
ass covered by a groping hand.
"Is my little bro embarrassed?"
Not at all. As a Steveer of fact, I struggled not to
grab their asses in turn, but it wouldn't be in
character, that's for sure.
"I can't believe you did that sis! Did you see
everyone staring at me?" I accused her jokingly,
causing Stacy to giggle uncontrollably.
We caught a cab and went over to Georgia's place. It
was a nice roomy apartment. Very modern, if a little
sparce.
"Have a seat. I'll be right back," Georgia said.
She left, and I was alone with Stacy for the first
time.
"Your sister's a handful, isn't she?" Stacy whispered.
"Yeah, when you're with her you feel like you're on a
trip to an exotic location," I said honestly. "You
don't know where you're going; you just hold on tight
and see where you end up."
We laughed and grew quiet, as Georgia picked that
moment to show back up bearing a small Tupperware
container. She looked from one of us to the other and
said in a stoner voice, "Like wow, man, like I haven't
even started yet, and I already feel like everyone is
talking about me."
We laughed again, and Georgia sat down, emptying the
contents of the container on the coffee table. She
picked the seeds out of the pot, and then packed the
leaves into the husk of a cigar. She lit it, took a
drag, held it and let it go. Then she passed it over
to me. "You chicken, little brother?"
"No."
Being a casual smoker, I'm not a big fan of blunts,
though I've never turned one down either. They always
make me choke, which I guess was a good thing, since I
needed to pretend I'd never smoked pot.
I took a drag, letting it burn my lungs. It was good
shit.
"So, Stacy, did Stevie tell you why his left
him?"
I choked, not sure if it was from the blunt as much as
Georgia's comments. I wondered where she was going
with this.
"No why?"
I passed Georgia back the blunt. She passed it to
Stacy, "Here, take a hit and I'll tell you."
Stacy looked very unsure of herself as she stared down
at the blunt between her fingers. She cast her eyes
in my direction, and as if trying to borrow courage
from the solace that I, the uptight one, had also
taken a hit. She put the blunt her lips, closed her
eyes and took a drag. She held it, I'll give her
that, but she coughed even worse than I did, when she
exhaled. Eyes watering and barely able to breathe
without coughing, she passed it back to Georgia.
Georgia wouldn't accept it.
"Don't inhale so much this time. Just take a breath
of it, hold it and release."
Stacy tried again, with a little better success. She
was still coughing and tearing up though. She ended
up taking three more hits, before Georgia was
satisfied. It was obvious from her half-lidded eyes
that Stacy was buzzing.
Georgia took a hit and then passed it back to me,
before she continued. "See, his left him because
he is a poor kisser."
I coughed again, a little less this time, but my eyes
still watering. "I am not a poor kisser."
I tried to pass the joint back, but Georgia motioned
for me to take another drag.
She placed her hand on Stacy's knee. "Don't believe
him. I tried to teach him to kiss when we were in
high school and he was horrible."
"I'm a lot now, and a much better kisser," I
retorted.
She took the joint back and said, "Bullshit," before
taking a drag, and passing it on to Stacy.
"Here, give me a kiss and prove it to me."
Stacy coughed and a startled expression crossed her
face. We were supposed to be and sister, I
wondered if the buzz had impaired Georgia's judgment,
causing her to go out of character.
"But you're my sister," I said.
"Awww, little is afraid." To Stacy: "See, I
told you he was uptight. Go on girl, take another
drag, I'm not counting." Stacy took two. "Good
girl. I bet you wouldn't be afraid would you?"
Stacy shook her head and handed the blunt back.
"Well, it's settled then. Stacy, you switch places
with me and Stevie, you come here and sit next to
Stacy."
We all settled down on the couch, with Stacy in the
middle of me and Georgia.
"What's all this for?" I asked.
Georgia took a drag and said, "We are going to have a
contest. We both get to kiss Stacy and she's going to
tell us who the best kisser is."
"But-I-" Stacey tried to interject.
"Come on Stacy, he's not gonna do it and you just said
you weren't afraid."
Stacy's hand trembled as she picked up the blunt from
the ashtray, took another drag, and set it back down.
She looked toward me with scared eyes. Would I
volunteer to switch with her and get her out of the
hot seat, so to speak? I didn't volunteer.
"Okay," Stacy said, almost whimpering.
Any doubts I had about Georgia's lucidity disappeared
as I looked at this glorious example of womanhood
sitting before me. She played this to perfection. I
took Stacy's chin between my fingers, tilted her head
at an angle, and brushed my lips against hers. I grew
more insistent, caressing her lips between my own,
before dancing my tongue along them, opening them. My
hand found its way to her neck, and my thumb lifted
her chin, tilting her head up and toward me. Our
tongues danced together, and I bit her lower lip,
pulling it along with me as I withdrew.
She was obviously breathless and the faintest hint of
blush crept to her cheeks and chest. Her nipples
peeked through the weave of her top.
Georgia had to nudge her with an elbow to get her out
of her swoon. "Well, what did you think, sweetie?"
"It-it was very nice," Stacy stammered.
"Yeah, right," Georgia said dubiously. "On a scale
from one to ten, what was it? And be honest."
"It was a nine."
"Hah!" I said.
"Don't get cocky little bro. The poor thing obviously
has never been kissed before."
Georgia picked up the blunt, took a drag, and then
turned Stacy's head to face her. "My turn."
I felt Stacy edge closer to me, as if to escape
Georgia.
Stacy stuttered, "I-I don't know about this. I've
never ah. . ."
"Don't worry Stacy, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Stacy was staring at the wall, avoiding Georgia's
eyes. Georgia turned Stacy's head so that the side of
her head was resting on the back of the couch, and she
was turned to face her. "That's a girl, just relax
okay?"
Georgia put her head next to Stacy's, so they were
only separated by an inch, and sat there idly twirling
a lock of Stacy's hair. "Look at me Stacy. Do I look
like someone to be afraid of?"
"No," Stacy said, her voice trembling.
"Do my eyes look like they want to you?"
Georgia's eyes shone. Not from malice, but the hunger
of lust.
"No," Stacy replied meekly.
Georgia lean closer and traced her lips on Stacy's.
Soon the two women were both turning their heads in
tiny circles, their lips barely touching one
another's. I saw a pink flash of Georgia's tongue and
heard Stacy's soft, high pitched moan. I had already
lost.
Georgia grew much more insistent. Still kissing
Stacy, she climbed over her, captured her face between
her hands, straddled her, and hungrily explored her
mouth. The room echoed with the sounds of their
grunting, sighing, and the wet sounds of their mouths.
My cock was hard as a rock.
Eventually, Georgia took her mouth off of Stacy's.
"So, who kisses the best?"
"You do." Stacy breathlessly replied.
"What's my score?"
"Oh God, a fifteen."
"Hah!" Georgia said proudly.
"Okay sis, you win."
The two gave each other a high five. "Oh don't
worry Stevie. Here, I'll show you how to do it." To
Stacy: "Just lean back again and relax."
"Now close your eyes Stevie and get up close to her,
so that you can feel the heat and the breath from her
lips. Can you feel it?"
"Yes."
"Now, touch them together. Don't worry about what you
are doing or what you are going to do. Just
concentrate on your own pleasure."
I moved my lips against Stacy's, this time not
thinking about what I was going to do to give her
pleasure. I just reveled in the tingly feel of our
lips touching together.
"See? Your pleasure is her pleasure. She feels
everything that you feel. Keep going."
I touched my tongue to Stacy's lips and traced them,
exploring the sensations created by each contour of
her mouth. Then I could feel Georgia's mouth, and I
made room for her, sharing her with Stacy. We kissed
there together, sometimes all at once, other times
waiting impatiently for a free mouth to open. It was
one of the most intensely erotic experiences in my
life. I was almost taken by surprise when I felt
Georgia's hand groping my crotch, and pulling on my
zipper.
I looked down to see that Georgia had been a busy
girl. Stacy's skirt had been pulled up and her
panties hung around her thighs. The moist pink lips
of her sex were visible beneath her triangle of
hair.
Georgia once again straddled Stacy while she kissed
her. This time she ground her hips, slowly rising and
falling, as she explored her mouth. While Georgia
kept the younger woman occupied, I made myself useful
and took my pants off.
Georgia grew more insistent, almost fucking Stacy's
mouth with her own, demanding, "I want you so bad
Stacy. I've got to have you," between mouthfuls.
I reached beneath Stacy's miniskirt, and she closed
her legs together so I could pull her off.
The crotch was damp from her arousal. I slid my hand
up her thigh, and she spread her legs wide, making
herself available to my probing fingers.
Georgia was on her knees, straddling Stacy now,
running her fingers through her hair, and grinding her
hips against her chest. "Do you want it Stacy? You
do, don't you. I bet your wants to feel my
brother's fat juicy cock, doesn't it? Go on, tell me
what you want Stacy."
"I want it. Oh God, fuck me with your fat cock,"
Stacy moaned.
Georgia placed her knee beside Stacy's head, and was
grinding her miniskirt-clad crotch against the girl's
face. "Go on Stevie, let her feel what she's
missing."
I lifted Stacy's legs and prepared to shove my cock in
her wet pussy, but Georgia stopped me. "No. Do it
just like the kiss. Nice and slow, concentrate on the
feelings."
I sought to control my urges, and teased the mouth of
her sex with my cock, even going so far as to slide it
up and down her lips as if I were fucking her. Stacy
moaned loudly, begging me, "Please fuck me. Oh God,
let me feel it."
"You want to feel it Stacy?" Georgia said, her skirt
slowly drifting ever higher, as she ground against
Stacy's face. Soon, the white globes of her ass were
visible. She wasn't wearing any and her sex
was shaved smooth. I looked underneath her ass, and
watched as she pleasured herself against Stacy's face.
At first, Stacy refused to open her mouth, but she
willingly allowed her face to be used.
"I want to feel it too Stacy. Let me feel your lips,"
Georgia breathed.
Stacy was hesitant. With her lips closed tightly, she
kissed the petals of Georgia's sex.
Georgia said, "That's it baby. Do it for me." To me:
"Give her your fat cock. Shove it in her pussy."
I was happy to oblige, sinking in on one long stroke.
Her was wet and extremely tight, just the way I
liked it.
Before I could begin to fuck her, Georgia stopped me.
"No. Just keep it in there. I want Stacy to
concentrate on my pussy."
Stacy grew a bit more daring, stuck out the tip of her
pink tongue, and sampled Georgia's flavor. She must
have liked the flavor; she immediately fell into a
rhythm of tonguing and her crinkled lips.
"Slow down Stacy. I want you to take your time and
get to know my cunt. Learn my flavor. Inhale my
scent. What is the texture of my lips? How big is my
clit? I want you to learn every nook and cranny."
Stacy slowed down and slowly licked up and down,
exploring every inch of Georgia's smooth shaven slit.
You never would have suspected it was her first time
eating pussy.
"Oh baby, you are licking my good! Rotate your
hips clockwise and fuck my brother's fat cock."
Stacy's hips began to rotate, but Georgia demanded.
"I said clockwise, not counterclockwise."
Clockwise, counterclockwise, it didn't make a
difference to me. It was wonderful, but I was dying
to fuck her. I had to do something, and Georgia's
rounded rump was perched invitingly in front of my
face. I bent down and kissed her plump cheek.
Georgia arched her back, making herself more available
to me. "Stevie, reach behind you and hand me that
joint."
I twisted around, picking up the joint from the
ashtray, and handed it to Georgia.
"You can kiss my ass again," she said. "I really
liked that."
I did, taking a playful bite of her cheek. She took a
long drag on the joint, held it and then let it out.
"You know what I want baby bro. Kiss it. Kiss my
hole."
I kissed my way down her spine, then below her
dimples, and closer to her crack, enjoying the feel of
her downy hair on my lips. I had done this before,
but never with a stranger and always after a bath. I
could smell her scent and it was not so fresh after a
day in the office. I did it though. I spread her
cheeks and I kissed her clenched rosebud.
"Oh Stevie that feels so good. I want you to burn
this in your memory baby. I want you to memorize my
ass. How it tastes. How it smells. The color of my
skin."
It was a plump rump, an inviting rump, rounded by age
and kept pert by exercise. I did as she asked,
kissing her and getting to know every inch of her
beautiful ass.
"Stacy baby, I want you to flick your tongue back and
forth and then from side to side on my clit. Oh
that's the spot baby. While you're at it, move your
hips up and down and side to side with your licks.
That's it sugar, milk that fat cock." To me:
"Stevie, I need to feel your tongue inside me. Come
on baby, give me just a little bit."
My hesitations were forgotten. I pointed my tongue
and worked into her tightly clenched asshole. Getting
into it, I placed a hand on each cheek, spread her,
and fucked her with my tongue.
Georgia groaned, "Oh God that feels so good. Stacy,
do you know what my perverted little is doing?
He's eating my ass, my dirty ass. Ugh, squeeze his
fat dick with your baby. Make him moan for me.
Make him moan in my ass."
I felt Stacy's tighten around my dick. I moaned
into Georgia's ass so I could feel it again.
Georgia said, "That's it baby, keep squeezing that
pussy. I'm not going to be able to talk in a minute,
so pay attention to what I'm saying. Baby, I want you
to suck my clit in your mouth and flick your tongue up
and down on it as hard as you can." Georgia moaned in
response. Her reaction was so strong, her leg slipped
and in the process of catching herself, knocked a
picture off the wall.
"Don't stop-don't stop-whatever you do, don't stop,"
Georgia cried. Her ass clenched down tightly on my
tongue as her orgasm hit. She bucked wildly, and I
could hear Stacy gasping for breath. "Fuck-fuck-I'm
coming," she grunted. A few seconds later she was
weakly trying to push us away. "Stop. Enough . . .
I'm too sensitive right now."
Georgia rolled to the side, sat next to Stacy, and
toyed with her pussy, causing it to contract around my
cock. She slapped my ass hard, causing me to push
into the younger blonde. "What are you waiting for?"
she said. "Fuck her."
I began to fuck her in earnest, while Georgia teased
Stacy's clit. "That's it," she said. "Fuck that
fucking with your fat cock."
"You like it?" Georgia asked Stacy. "You like getting
fucked Stacy?"
"Yes," Stacy moaned; while Georgia kissed her willing
mouth, occasionally moving down to suckle on her
breasts, while I continued to fuck her.
"Stop," Georgia said, grabbing me around my cock to
keep me from plunging in anyway. "This whore needs to
convince me she needs to cum."
Stacy looked down at the coffee table, refusing to
meet our eyes. "Please," she muttered very quietly.
"I need to cum."
"No," Georgia said, taking my cock and tracing the
head along Stacy's silken folds. "That sounds more
like a good little who needs to go home."
Stacy met Georgia's eyes. She didn't blush. She
didn't stutter. "I want to cum."
"That's better," Georgia said. "Spread your legs
whore - wider."
Stacy spread her legs until her ankles rested on
opposite ends of the couch. Georgia pushed the head
of my cock in and out of Stacy's a few times
before letting me resume. "That's it," she said.
"Fuck her. Harder."
Georgia began to lightly slap the exposed part of
Stacy's sex in a staccato like fashion. "Talk to me
whore," she commanded.
"Fuck me!" Stacy cried. "Fuck my bastard. Fuck
it with your fat cock and make me cum."
Georgia's light slapping grew harder, causing Stacy's
cunt to clutch my cock with every blow. I knew that I
would be cumming very soon, and slowed down to
compensate.
"Goddamnit, don't stop and don't you dare cum," Stacy
moaned. "Fuck me! Harder! Spank it! Oh you bitch,
you are really spanking my fucking cunt!" Stacy
closed her eyes and she emitted a long drawn out cry
that grew steadily in pitch. Her wide spread legs
trembled. "Oh motherfuck, I'm cumming," she cried.
I was cumming too. The pressure was released in my
balls, spilling forth into her hungry cunt. I had to
will my eyes to remain open as I came, thrusting into
her with hard jabbing strokes, my balls pumping
for an eternity.
I vaguely remember Georgia kissing Stacy and then me,
before we collapsed on the couch in a tangle of arms
and legs. I was in heaven.
Later on we dressed and I saw Stacy to her cab. I
walked back up to Georgia's apartment. She opened the
door and walked back inside, a fresh joint dangling
from her fingers.
She said, "I thought for sure you would have left with
the blonde."
That wasn't an option even if I wanted to. Sure she
was beautiful, innocent, and young. Well, maybe not
quite so innocent from some of the things that Georgia
was able to bring out. But, the fact remained that we
had lied to her. What would I do, tell her we lied and
the Georgia and I just met and used her for ideas for
a sex story? Well, who knows, it might have worked.
However, I didn't want Stacy at all. Well, maybe I
did. She was a beauty and she could really fuck when
she got going, but I knew without a doubt that I
wanted Georgia. Knew that as long as I could be with
her I would.
"I've got what I want right here," I said, wrapping my
arms around her, and looking at her with my best puppy
dog eyes. "Besides, you wouldn't kick your
out on the street, would you?"
Georgia took a hit, nibbled playfully on my ear and
pinched my ass.
"I guess not," she said. "But what about our deal?"
"Don't worry," I said, hugging her, and then grabbing
her ass and lifting her up and into me for a kiss.
"There's no way I could *not* write about it."
My hands made their way beneath her robe, stroking her
bare sex. She was still wet. I brought my fingers to
my mouth and licked them clean.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Are you up for another chapter?" I asked, moving my
fingers back down to her sex and penetrating her,
finger fucking her.
"Oh baby, we can make it an epic if you can handle
it."
"Only one way to find out."
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