The Lucky Leprechaun - Sex Stories

The Lucky Leprechaun

... returning it to shadow.

I let my hands drop down to her bum, then pulled her hips against my stiffening cock. We began rubbing ourselves against each other and both of us started moaning. I flexed my knees to drop down a bit, letting my bulge slip between her legs. She began to grind against me and started gently nibbling on my lips. She paused for a moment, removed her blazer, then pulled down her pencil skirt and knickers. Grabbing her by the bum cheeks, I lifted her onto the table. As I looked into her eyes, they were inviting me to go further.

Unbuckling my belt, I dropped my trousers and lowered my knickers. Orla spread her legs, then reached out and grasped my cock. Using it to pull me closer, she guided me against her. She moved the sensitive tip over her furry mound, then up and down her slit. It was like nothing else I had ever felt before, the softness, the warmth, the intimacy, the sharing. This wasn't just physical, we had a special connection. Our relationship had grown and she had captured my heart. She began moaning, and not knowing any better, I joined in. It felt wonderful, but little did I know, we had just begun.

My cock began to slide more easily in between her swollen lips, slippery from her inner moisture. At last, she guided my cock into her vagina, and a new set of sensations overtook me. The tightness, the rubbing, the slickness, the moisture, the throbbing. The rest of the world disappeared around me, nothing else mattered. Everything was ...

... Orla and me, locked together. She leaned forward and grabbed my hips, alternately pulled and pushed, and controlled my cock as it slid in and out of her. Intense pleasure overwhelmed me, and then Orla's efforts were no longer required. I was lost in the moment and took over the thrusting myself.

I could feel her vagina tightening around my cock, gripping it, and rippling against it. Muscles I didn't know I had began twitching inside my groin, producing uncontrollable pleasurable spasms. Orla's moans became more intense and louder. She leaned back on the table and balanced on her elbows. Thus positioned, she was able to thrust back against me. I could feel myself sliding deeper and deeper inside her until I could go no further. Our awkward initial thrusts became synchronized to our movements, and waves of pleasure shot through my entire body as I orgasmed. Orla yelled, 'Oh, God!', then looked at me and we both smiled.

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Chapter 6 - Lending A Helping Hand

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My thoughts returned to the pub, and I downed the last of my Guinness. I held up my glass until I caught Millie's eye. She nodded her head and gave me a wink. A few moments later she appeared with another Perfect Pour.

"Where did me new son go?" asked Millie.

"Forgive me Millie, but I decided not to tell Johnny that we are married."

"Yer not ashamed of me being so young, are ye? 'Cuz if ye are, you'll be wearing this Guinness over yer head. Johnny is kinda cute. He reminds me of you, ...