Chapter 5

With not a little effort, I rolled over onto my back and looked up to see the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She had light brown hair with just a hint of red and bright blue eyes and seemed to have as many freckles on her face as there were stars in the sky. Her skin was so pale as to be almost literally white. Her tits weren’t huge, but they were big enough I admit to a bit of jealousy when I realized they weren’t sagging even a little.

She was perfect, but she was staring at me as if I were the perfect one. “You seem surprised to see a female leprechaun,” she said.

“I’ve never heard of female leprechauns before,” Oscar said.

Great. He was still here. And he was looking the magical lady up and down like she was a piece of meat.

“There aren’t many of us, it’s true,” she said, not taking her eyes off of me. “It just makes those of us who do exist all the more special.”

“You look very special,” I said, and it was true. I’d never really been attracted to women before. I’d never done more than jokingly make out with another woman (Nia, of course) before, but I wanted this female leprechaun just as much as I’d ever wanted a man.

“I want you, too,” she said.

“Mind-reading,” I said. “That’s a neat trick.”

She moved to stand over me, her glistening pussy lips looming obscenely over my face. She looked down at me and smiled.

“I’ve got all sorts of neat tricks,” she said. “Do you want to give me a name like you did Maddox?”

“Can I call you Faith?” I asked.

Her laughter was musical as she said, “Only if you admit it’s because the only Irish phrase you know is ‘faith and begorrah.’”

“Not true,” I said. “I could call you Erin, like in ‘Erin go Bragh.’” “Let’s stick with Faith,” she said.

“Hey, uh,” Oscar said, ruining the moment. “Think I can, you know, get in on this, too?”

Faith sighed. “You’re not really my type,” she said to my husband. “But a lot of the guys here -- most, probably -- are pansexual if you want to give some of them a try.”

Oscar wandered off. I laughed at the thought of him propositioning some leprechauns as Faith lowered herself to me.

Stupidly, the only thing I could think of as her cunt pressed against my tongue was that Nia was going to be so jealous that I ate out another woman before her.

I tried to do to her what I like done to me, focusing mostly on her clit with the occasional deep dive of my tongue into her pussy. I alternated licking with kissing, my lips caressing her slick folds as passionately as they used to kiss my husband’s mouth. It seemed to do the job. Before long, Faith was moaning, and her juices were filling my mouth. And they were every bit as tasty as the cum I’d already swallowed.

A cock entered my pussy, but I had no way of knowing whose; Faith’s cunt was all I knew or cared about. Two more cocks found their way into my hands, and I half-heartedly stroked them. I couldn’t afford to exert any real effort at pleasing anyone but this Irish goddess on my face.

Faith bore down harder against my mouth and began grinding me. I couldn’t do much but hold my mouth open, tongue out, as she rode my face for all she was worth. She squealed in pleasure, more and more of her juices flooding into my mouth and onto my face.

The cock inside me painted my pussy walls with cum and was quickly replaced with another. The two in my hands came all over Faith and me, and then two more took their place just as the one now inside my pussy exploded. Cum rained down onto Faith’s chest and my forehead from several leprechauns jacking off onto us while watching the show. Then another leprechaun was inside my pussy, and another, and another.

This went on for some time.

I came at least twice during the time Faith rode my face, screaming into the wet warmth of her cunt. It may have even been three times, or four. Out of this whole strange experience, the time I spent with my face being used by Faith’s pussy seems the most dreamlike, and I have trouble remembering it now.

But I remember how it made me feel. And that was beside myself with pleasure. With desire. With need.

Finally, after what seemed like forever but also a time too short, Faith pressed down even harder onto my face and let out a long and loud squeal that I thought might shatter my eardrums.

Her pussy flooded my face with delicious nectar.

She stayed on me, slowly grinding, as she came down from her orgasm. I panicked a little, struggling to breathe. My lungs burned, and my chest ached, and I thought I might die with this beautiful woman on my face. With a cock pounding my pussy and two more in my hands.

I gasped for air when she dismounted.

When the three cocks still being serviced finished, the male leprechauns left Faith and me alone for a bit. Oscar was also nowhere to be found. He might have just disappeared, the way people sometimes do in dreams. Faith lay next to me and stroked my hair, pulling cum out of it (seriously, there was so much cum!) and licking it off her fingers. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and I told her so.

“They’re mostly useless, like most males,” she said, “but they do taste yummy, don’t they?”

“So do you,” I said. “I don’t ever want to wake up from this dream.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that around fairies,” she said. “But, of course, this isn’t a dream.”

I laughed. “If you say so.”

“I do say so,” she said. “On some level, you have to know this isn’t all in that pretty little head of yours.”

I did know that. As impossible as it was, I was starting to realize the truth: leprechauns were real, and I had been fucked and otherwise used by so many of them I’d already lost track. And looking at the ones still standing at attention not that far away, my job was far from over.

“What am I doing?” I asked, tearing up. The realization I’d been denying was crashing down on me.

“You’re having fun,” Faith said, kissing my forehead. “And when all is said and done, you’ll be wealthy beyond your wildest dreams. What more could a girl want?”

I snuggled against her, seeking comfort amid chaos. “I just wanted to go out on St. Patrick’s Day with my best friend like I always do.”

“What would you say if I told you I could make that happen?” she asked.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s impossible. The day is over.”

She sighed. “After everything you’ve seen, and done, and tasted... you’re going to lie there and tell me something is impossible?”

“Leprechauns are real,” I said, sitting up and looking at my waiting suitors. “And they taste delicious. But no one can turn back time.”

Faith motioned to the army of leprechauns, and they moved toward us. “We’ll see about that,” she said. “Are you ready for more?”

I shrugged. “You gonna help me?”

She smiled, lying on her back and pulling me to her. “In a manner of speaking.”

I sighed happily as I straddled her face, magical cocks presenting themselves to me for the taking.