Leprecaim 


A pot of gold.  Well you would think so if you were a Leprecaun.  The woman 
lay tossing restlessly in her bed.  The sheets pulled back to reveal, her 
breasts, and the cool March air from the open window, perked up the nipples.  The 
small man, only in stature, watched as the eyelids flickered and the eyes moved 
under the hood of flesh.  Slowly, he leaned over and his lips touched the 
erectile tissue of her left boob.  His tongue flicked at the flesh and then 
circled the erect nub.  Lips gently sucking at the swollen flesh.  A soft moan, 
escapes the woman's lips, and her chest pushs up to meet the sucking lips.  The 
low light of the nightlamp, softly illuminating the scene.  Again, the man 
sucks at the base of the nipple, as his tongue swirls around the hardening nub.  
Sucking the surrounding flesh of her breast to his lips the nipple is warm and 
moist in his mouth.  Tongue swirls around and around, the nipple enlarges more 
to the ministrations of the diminutive man.  Small hand reaching across, his 
fingers now teasing at her right breast.  The flesh hard and a series of 
"goose bumps" surround the upright tissue.  Circling slowly the chilled flesh, it 
warms and flushs to his touch.  A soft exhaling of breath and a rapid beating 
of the pulse in her neck, signal that a response has been triggered.   
    Hand still caressing the right nipple, the lips now suck along the 
woman's exposed neck and as the tenacles of an octupus, red suckers marks appear on 
her alabaster flesh.  The white column a series of red marks.  The breathing 
now labored, and the head moving gently back and forth to the tender lips.
    Slowly his hand pulls the covers down her body, exposing her stomach and 
then down to her hairless pubes.  The white hairless flesh, vulnerable to the 
magic touch, so light and knowing.  The tender flesh, puckering to the cool 
air of the open window.  The legs slightly parted, a small finger traces the 
line of the exposed lips.  Barely tracing the valley, of the vulva.  The legs 
part a little to the touch, spreading the pink flesh open.
    A moistening of flesh, and a soft gliding of the small diget, now deeply 
in the groove, wet and warm.  A low moan, escapes the slightly parted upper 
lips.  The small man's lips now reach down and lick at the wet, swollen flesh.  
Tongue penetrating into the groove, tasting the sweetness, of excited 
womanhood.  Legs spread wide, now the man pulls the covers down to the foot of the 
bed.  Climbing lightly unto the bed, the man, pushs gently spreading the legs 
further.
    Sliding his green tights down his legs, his long thick penis, pops into 
view and then pushes at the moist tunnel of the sleeeping woman.  A groan, as 
the large head splits her lower lips and then slowly eases into the warm moist 
tunnel.  Eyes dancing under the lids, and the chest heaving as the long shaft 
buries itself in the hot pussy.  Slowly it pulls back, pushing at the 
enveloping walls of sheaving flesh.  Slowly the magical shaft slides deep again into 
the tunnel.  Long slow strokes,  deep and then pulling almost free of the 
encompassing flesh.  
    The long slender fingers, now stroking at the swollen flesh of the 
woman's clit.  Circling and then squeezing and then pushing at the raised bump.  His 
lips sucking at first one and then another nipple.  The flesh erect and hard. 
 Chest heaving with the heavy breathing.  A low whistling issuing from the 
sleeping woman's lips.
    Slowly speeding up the thrusts; but still gentle in the rhythm, the 
leprecaun, uses his magic to excite and stimulate the sleeping woman.  A long moan, 
as her hips grip at his small body and twist to the strong orgasm.  Thrusting 
back at the small man, twisting him, as a dog would with a bone, he rides the 
strong response and pounds hard at the reddening flesh.  A mottle of red 
surrounds her breasts and a flush is around her upper chest.  Pushing at the air, 
the hips flail at the small man.  Still eyes closed, the groans rise in 
cresendo, till finally a scream escapes from the woman's mouth.  
    As she opens her eyes in that moment of surprise, she find her body 
shivering, with a sheen of sweat coating her.    Her body tingling with excitement 
and nipples hard and aching.  Reaching between her legs, she feels the swollen 
lips of her pubes and the warm seeping juice of cum,  rubbing at her clit 
with her left hand, her right hand feels and then brings the secretion of her 
privates to her mouth.  The taste of male cum strong and stimulating to her 
tongue.  Eyes wide, she surveys the room and the breeze from the open window.  
    A feeling of lassitude and well being, are replaced by a  cry of pain, as 
her toes bang, a pot of gold coins on the floor.