"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for your pizza requests, they will be delivered at the end of the next story. If you would all like to take your seats, we will be continuing with the re-telling of the classic Georgie Porgie.
Can I have the lights dimmed once more... thank you."
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"Georgie Porgie was a stout old fellow. He was of average height, nothing special in that, but he had a girth to his appendages that attracted even the most prude of village residents. Somehow Georgie had managed to remain single, despite his expertise in the art of pleasure. His fingers were a replication of his stature, average length, but so thick. Two fingers could easily stretch the pussy of the loosest woman in town. His cock followed suit; average length, or the perfect length as most women and men would attest; but the girth made even the seasoned prostitutes squeal.
Georgie Porgie, Pudding and Pie...
Now, Georgie did have a weird attachment to his name, almost a nickname if you will. Many speculated that the origin of this kinky nickname was the reason he was single. As a young man in his early twenties, Georgie was actually a virgin. Having never been with a woman, or man for that matter, he really didn't understand the art of pleasure.
Feeling particularly adventurous, Georgie found love in a chocolate pudding his mother had made. Being a curious young man, Georgie held the bowl in front of him and dangled his limp cock into the bowl. As his head pressed against the springy substance, he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. His cock immediately hardened. Standing at attention he pushed his throbbing rod forward and tilted the bowl. He closed his eyes as he pulled the bowl to him, slowly pushing his hard cock into the spongy liquid.
The pudding slid along his shaft, sucking him in deeper. His breathing increased as his hips rocked, pulling his cock out of the pudding, then back in. The consistency of the dessert clung to his nob, sucking on him as he withdrew. Feeling his whole body shake he screamed out as he filled the pudding with fresh cream.
Now, had his eyes been open he would have seen his parents, and neighbours rushing in to check on him. But his eyes were closed as he emptied his balls into the bowl. The shocked gasps were his first inclination that something was amiss.
Naturally, the story spread throughout the village and Georgie Porgie became Georgie Porgie Pudding. I think you can see where this is going. Georgie was, of course, caught in a similar situation with a cherry pie and hence became Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie. This kink carried on well into adulthood for Georgie and, though an interesting kink, Georgie learned a lot from devouring both pudding and pie.
So... Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
In addition to the thick cock and fingers that Georgie put to good use, he also had a tongue that could derive great pleasure from anyone. Long, thick and pointed, Georgie had spent many years exercising his tongue on his pie and pudding. The control he had was exquisite, and he enjoyed using it often.
Georgie particularly enjoyed 'kissing' the ladies. He would hover in an office courtyard and wait for the women of the business to come out for their lunch. Hiding behind a large garden feature that was present at every office building, he would stroke his throbbing cock waiting for them to arrive.
On this particular afternoon Georgie attended the executive offices of the village council. The CEO was permitted to have lunch first and innocently entered the courtyard. Sitting down on the square cement bench, the woman removed a slice of apple pie from her lunch box and proceeded to devour the dessert, unaware of Georgie's presence. As he watched from his vantage point Georgie imagined his cock sliding into the lukewarm apple pie, the soft apple pieces sliding along his shaft. His cock strained at the thought, begging him to stroke, long and slow.
The woman finished her lunch and stood to return to her office. Georgie took the opportunity presented to him. Quickly moving from his vantage point and surprising the woman, Georgie pushed her back down on the bench. She attempted to protest but found Georgie's stocky build easily held her in place.
Georgie knelt on the ground between the legs of the woman now helpless on the bench. One large hand held her down as he expertly tore the panties off first one slender leg, then the other, exposing her pink lips to him. He shivered as her unmistakably excited aroma hit him.
Leaning forward the tip of his tongue pressed against the puckered hole of the woman. She shuddered as he rimmed the taunt flesh. Her body involuntarily responded, clenching and releasing, almost capturing his tongue in the reaction. Moving closer under her business skirt, he watched as fresh juice seeped from her pussy, dripping on the bench beneath her.
He smiled knowing how much he was going to enjoy kissing the pussy before him. He drew his tongue over the length of her, starting at the puckered entrance, pushing between her wet lips, the tip of his tongue delving into the sweet warmth between them, tasting the excitement he found. Hearing the woman moan he continued, briefly flickering the clit presented to him.
You can imagine that, at this point, the woman was not going to resist. Georgie instinctively knew this and removed his restrictive hand, using it instead to spread her legs wider giving himself more access.
Georgie moved his fingers along the inside of her thigh, pressing into the tight flesh, enjoying the moans and whimpers the woman emanated as he edged closer and closer to her pussy. His fingers brushed her lips but continued on. He felt her hands on his, begging him to touch her, trying to push him inside. He resisted, savouring the tease.
