34 comments/ 54650 views/ 27 favorites Leprechaun Tales Ch. 02 By: scouries This is a sequel to my story 'Leprechaun Tales' and continues the story of Jimmy O'Scoury and his Irish-American family. You don't necessarily have to have read Part 1 to enjoy this story. However, Part 1 was very good so why the heck not? In Part 1, Jimmy, a sexually underdeveloped dwarf was treated by a German doctor and after one year of treatment had grown over one foot, so that he now stood about five foot one inch tall. But it was his penile size and his sexual capacity that the Doctors treatment radically changed, giving Jimmy a huge cock and the desire to use it. In part one, in the summer previous to this present story, Jimmy had made love with his beautiful sister Patty; a neighbor, the Chinese girl Soo; and of course his mother. Part 2 describes his sexual experiences as he starts his senior year of high school. Enjoy! Leprechaun (noun) a mischievous Irish elf In Irish folklore, a small (but well hung) man with magical powers, often dressed in green LEPRECHAUN TALES Part 2 My summer of sexual initiation was finally over, my sister, my love, Patty, had returned to university, it was just Mom and I at home now, my final year of high school was about to begin. I was ready for new experiences, new women...I was keen to use the big cock my doctor had made me...ready to show my friends and enemies I was no longer a midget between my legs...that I was a man at last. NICOLE - EXOTIC DANCER She was standing on a low stool, dancing naked for an old guy in the corner, when she saw me reflected in the wall mirror. "Jimmmy," she yelled as she hopped from the stool and ran into my arms. "YOU CAME" I had just arrived minutes earlier in Miami Beach's number one strip club, 'The Pink Pussy' and one look at Nicole and you understood why it was number one and how it lived up to its name. At twenty-three she was at the height of her beauty and exuded a sexuality that was overpowering, undeniable...even as she had run over to me I had seen thirty sets of eyes follow her, drinking in her splendor, jealous of the attention I was receiving. She was about five foot seven but her upright posture, her pulled back shoulders, and her firm, proud breasts made her look taller, and as she moved, her long, dark blond hair bounced over her shoulders and back, the soft tendrils seeming to caress her with each step she made. My eyes involuntarily followed her soft curves, the long arch of her neck leading to the high, round, pink capped hills on her chest, and then slowly down lower, across her flat stomach, stopping for a second at her navel before my eyes found her shaven mound and the pink slit below. "You've seen me naked before," she laughed as she followed my eyes, referring to the day we'd spent together with my sister at Haulover Beach weeks before. "I was hoping you'd come," she added, and then, grabbing my hand led me to a table in the darkest recess of the club. I had arrived at the club on a Friday night around eleven-thirty, driven to see Nicole again by the loss that week of Patty and Soo, both of whom had gone back to school, leaving me with only Mom for my sexual gratification. "So, did it work? Did my performance at the beach help you with your little Chinese friend?" she asked excitedly as she hovered atop a stool between my legs. "Did you fuck her?" As a favor to my sister she had played my girlfriend that day, trying to make my neighbor Soo jealous, helping me in the conquest of that little Asian pearl. Seeing my blush at her questions she laughed and then demanded, "C'mon, give me the details," even as her fingers slid onto my thigh and slowly slipped upwards. Shyly at first, and then more confidently, I described my seduction of Soo, told Nicole how I'd been sleeping with her for the last three weeks, described our lovemaking, our lust. "She was lucky," she interrupted with a sigh. "I almost decided not to help," she said as her fingers found my now fully erect shaft, impatiently grasping it through my pants. "How come?" "I almost decided to take you home myself...if I hadn't promised Patty...well I," "But everyone here wants you...you can take anyone home you want to...somebody rich ... or handsome...or famous..." "Well then, I'll take you," she laughed, "I'm finished at midnight...I'll dance for you til then," she added as she stood on the stool, spreading her legs, opening her pink insides to me as she pushed her shaven mound within inches of my face. We left soon after, and as she drove me to her condo on South Beach she only used one hand to direct the little convertible beamer, the other was tightly circled around my fat cock which she had slipped from my pants, pumping me in tune to the techno music that blared from her speakers into the tropical night. "God, dancing must pay well," I said, as I looked out the window of her fourteen hundred square foot, sixteenth floor beach condo. She had a northwest corner and from the living room I could the moonlit beach to my right, Ocean Drive and the clubs of Washington Street straight ahead and the lights of downtime Miami to my left. "Do you like the view Jimmy," she asked hoarsely as she hugged me from behind, her hands pulling me back as she slipped her fingers down the front of my shorts. As she unzipped me I turned to face her, and felt my cock jump upwards just before it was trapped between our bodies. "I've been dreaming of this big guy," she said grinning as her hand found me, "and he's not leaving this apartment until he can't do it again." "That could be weeks," I boasted laughing, my penis feeling longer, harder than it ever had before. "We'll see," she laughed, then slid down my body to her knees and quickly engulfed my cockhead between her lips. "Jeeeesus," I groaned as I watched her slowly swallow my cock, stunned at how easily she was able to take my full length. She grabbed my rear cheeks, even inserted a finger in my ass, as her tongue, her lips worked from my balls to the tip of my straining spear, licking off the first drop of pre cum before swallowing me again. "Niki, slow down baby...pleasssse..." I moaned, pulling her shoulders, trying to raise her off my cock before I exploded. I heard the liquid plop when her lips finally released me, felt her tongue move across my navel, my stomach, felt it stop for a second at my nipple, felt her little bite there before I pulled her to her feet and met her tongue with mine. "I'm so fucking wet Jimmy," she cried as she wrapped one leg around my back. ""Lift me Jimmy, put it in, fuck me," she ordered as I grabbed her ass and lifting, moved her so her wet pussy was just above my bucking prick. "Yes honey, yeeeeeeeesssss," she squealed as I slowly split her with my fat shaft. "Fuck me hard honey, stuff it all in," she insisted. And I did! And she welcomed me into her molten channel as her ankles locked behind my back, and then still holding her, I turned and pushed her so that her back was against the glass door that separated us from the balcony. Each thrust brought a grunt from Nicole, a grunt that was accompanied by a clenching around my shaft of the muscles in her cunt, muscles that gave a quick, lubricated squeeze before releasing me. "OhhhhBayyybee, oh god, yesssss" she screamed as the tremors of her first orgasm pulsed through her, her womb opening and closing in tandem with my bursts of sperm that were now shooting into her. We fucked five times that night, a primal, elemental round of fucking that was simply about sexual gratification. Simply put, our bodies were made for each and we acted accordingly. There was no need of long seductions or foreplay, analysis or questions – we just fucked – then we both came. Then we did it again. There were no rules, no taboos as we coupled, both of us just reacted and fulfilled the others desire. I felt good when I was in her and knew I satisfied her as she'd never been satisfied before. I didn't go back to her club again that fall; instead we spent our free days tanning on the beach followed by slow lazy fucking on her balcony overlooking South Beach. We had a hunger for each other that was insatiable, and even though she started seeing a wealthy older businessman, a relationship that got increasingly serious as the weeks flew by; she refused to stop seeing me. "I'll always want to fuck you Jimmy, even when I'm an old married woman," she promised just days before she got engaged. And I was elated by the other news she told me in the days leading up to Christmas... CHRISSIE – PROM QUEEN SLUT My first day of my senior year of high school started off badly – my assigned locker was next to one assigned to Chrissie Anne Brown, Miss Bitch herself, the girlfriend of my lifelong nemesis, Andrew Clark. How much of an asshole are you anyway, I'd often wondered over the years about 'Andy', Andy who had mercilessly made fun of me since the first day we'd met in kindergarten thirteen years ago. Kids of course can we cruel, and someone like me, who had been born a midget, had been the object of ridicule all my life. But Andrew, at eighteen, full sized, a good athlete, popular, the boyfriend of the prettiest girl in school, for some reason still thought it was humorous to make fun of me, to belittle me in public. "Oh God, its you," Chrissie muttered when she came up and saw me opening my locker, the locker next to hers. "Wait til Andy hears," she added as she started to laugh. "Hi Chrissie, how was your summer?" I asked smiling, an instantaneous decision echoing through my brain. I'm going to fuck this bitch, I thought; fuck her until she's begging me never to leave her. "You look great," I added. "What?" "Your hair, it's nice, you've changed it, the color, the length, the way it hangs...its sexy." Clearly surprised she still finally managed to answer, unable not to respond to a compliment, "Oh thanks, you really like it?" "Oh, if only I was six feet tall and called Andy," I crooned, my hand on my breast, "I'd be in heaven." Just before I walked away I could see the confusion in her eyes before a small grin appeared in the corner of her mouth, a grin I could see she was struggling to control. The thing about Chrissie is that she's not only the prettiest and sexiest girl in school; she's also one of the smartest. All through elementary school she and I had competed to be number one in the class, and I knew that the years when I had come out on top were the real genesis of the dislike she still felt for me. But everyone else liked her, and she had become one of the most popular girls in the high school, a popularity that was merited by her niceness to everyone but me. I often thought that if she hadn't been seeing Andy, a romance that was now entering its fourth year, she and I probably would have buried the hatchet and become friends. "Are you on steroids or something?" she asked me peremptorily as she whisked up to her locker the next day and stood looking at me. "Yes." "You are? You're much bigger than you were last year, aren't you? You're not really a midget anymore, are you? The girls at lunch were talking about you." "What did they say?" "Oh, nothing really. Just that you were pretty big now," she answered. They're were lots of people milling through the halls but no one really close to us, so I just leaned over and whispered, "My new doctor has been treating me for over a year, it's nine and a half, cripes, almost ten inches long now...and pretty thick...I think it could be the biggest one in school." "Uhhh...ten inches...what are you talking..." she started, but then, as realization hit her, she couldn't stop the blush that flooded over her cheeks nor stop from glancing towards my groin. "That's disgusting," she blurted just as her boyfriend arrived on the scene. "Hi baby," Andy chirped as he took her in his arms, a possessive grin on his face. "Yes he is disgusting hon. I heard they let you back in," he sneered at me, "I guess they still haven't got that school for retards and dwarfs open yet, eh?" "Andy don't," Chrissie interrupted, "just leave him alone." "Sure baby," he agreed as he turned back to her, "I gotta go; I'll see you at lunch." "Such an intelligent, compassionate, mature man, our good, old Andy," I said as we watched him retreat down the hall, "It's just too bad he's got such a small prick." "Shut up you little dwarf," Chrissie hissed as she slammed her locker and stomped off. ~~~~~ She glared at me each time we met over the next couple of days, not even bothering to say hello when our paths crossed. "Why are you still here?" she demanded three afternoons later when she appeared at her locker at five fifteen, perspiring lightly under her cheerleader's uniform, clearly just back from practice. "Sis boom bah," I said grinning. "Screw you loser." "Actually Chrissie, I don't have time for pom poms. I'm taking some advanced math classes with Mr. Davis, he's helping me with calculus, it should help with my SAT's, he's promised to write a recommendation for me to Duke." "Duke? You're not smart enough to go there. He didn't offer to write anything for me," she complained, stamping her foot, "I'm his best student. Besides, who wants to go to Duke anyway, they're all rapists up there." I was almost too mesmerized to answer, the way her perfect, firm, round titties were moving under the white school sweater, obviously unencumbered by any restraining bra. As my eyes hungrily moved over her she demanded, "Well, aren't I?" "He told me you were a good student, for a girl anyway. In fact he told me he's never had a blond girl who could even add before," I said smiling. "Liar! ...You think you're so smart, don't you?" "All right, I'll test you," I challenged. "What longer, six inches or twenty-five centimeters?" "That's too easy....twenty-five centimeters is equal to ten ...oh you pig," she ended, her words trailing off. I moved into her, pinning her against the locker with my body, letting her feel my full size as I crushed her breasts with my chest. She struggled to push me away but for second after second I held her, my hands digging into her firm ass cheeks, pulling her into my cock. "You're an asshole, you little, midget prick," she hissed when I finally released her, her hand flashing through the air and slapping my cheek. I spun her easily, surprising her with my strength, and pushed her face first against the cool steel of the locker. "Is Annnndy the only man you've ever slept with?" I taunted as my fingers slipped under the soft wool of her sweater and found and cupped and squeezed her luscious orbs. "Noooooo, stop," she ordered as I felt her nipples growing under my fingers. "So you've fucked somebody besides Andy?" "No, no, just him, just him," she cried before I finally let her go. "So I'll be your second," I said laughing as I turned and walked away. "NEEEVVVVVER!" She screamed to my retreating back. ~~~~~ I ignored her for the next week, going about my school life as if she didn't exist. When we were at our lockers at the same time, or when our eyes met fleetingly in class, I could see I made her both nervous and excited, and often saw her biting her lip, knowing she wanted to talk. "Pig!" she finally hissed at me one day a week later when I arrived at my locker. "What?" I laughed, knowing she'd found the gift I'd left in her locker, a gift I'd bought the night before at 'Boutique Venus', the local sex shop. I'd carefully wrapped it in silver paper, the ends held together with pink ribbons. I was sorry I'd missed her unwrapping it; I wished I'd seen her eyes when the 9 inch long, lifelike (even to blue veins and ribbed cockhead), fat, plastic penis had appeared. "You're an ass," she continued but I could see that at some level she was amused, even titillated by the gift. "Try it, maybe you'll like it," I kidded. "I know, I know, Andy boy is pretty small, is he even six inches long when hard? It won't be easy to take it all, but Chrissie," I said, now whispering, "I know you can do it, sweetie. Hell, with all your cheerleading splits and stunts, no problem..." She was retreating as I finished, her backpack over her shoulder, anger burning in her deep blue eyes...of course I knew she'd try it, play with it, insert it...who could resist... ~~~~~ For the rest of the week she stayed away from her locker, and each time I got a fleeting glimpse of her, she was arm in arm with Andy, seemingly clinging to him to protect herself from the evil dwarf. "So?" I asked casually the next Monday morning. "So what?" she replied aggressively but I could detect a tremor in her voice. "Did you like it? Were you able to..." Her blush betraying her she stammered, "You're disgusting." "I'm a little longer than it of course, but still, I think you..." "Liar," she cried, "you couldn't be bigger, it hardly fit..." Seeing her embarrassment I laughed, even as she rushed on, "I mean it probably...oh, screw you," she ended lamely as she turned away. For the next couple of days we both kept our distance from each other, for my part I was quite happy to let her stew in her own juices for awhile, knowing that every night she was returning home to that giant dildo, knowing that each night she was laying in bed, pushing it into herself, all the while wondering what it would be like with me. Thursday at lunch time I cornered her in the stands overlooking the football field, I had earlier that morning heard her promise Andy she'd come watch him while he practiced. "Go away," she ordered between bites of her sandwich. "Hi to you to. Can I join you?" "No!" For seconds I just sat there, watching the football team running through their plays. "What do you want anyway?" she finally asked. "I want advice," I answered, a shy look on my face. "About what? And I don't want to hear any more about your" "Don't worry, it's not that. It's just...I wonder ...listen, do you think I have a chance with Judy?" I blurted. "What? Who?" "You know, Judy Marshall...I mean she's really good looking and hot..." I stammered. "Why would she ever want to go out with you?" "I don't know. Heck, I'm good looking, intelligent, I'm nice...good in bed..." "Yeah right! You're short! Besides, she's got a boyfriend. And what happened to me? I thought you were so eager to sleep with me." "She's really pretty...I mean you are too of course, but ... she is the head cheerleader...and besides, I think she and I will go better together." "She's not that pretty," Chrissie finally spat out, the anger now obvious on her face, an anger I'd known would come. The two girls had been rivals all through high school of course, competing over boys, over marks, over status and just this week Judy had been named head cheerleader, a job both had wanted. "And why pray tell, would you and she go better together?" "Listen, sorry, maybe I shouldn't have asked," I apologized. "I prefer you, its just that you hate me and also..." "Also what?" "Well, its just that Judy's boyfriend, you know, Tommy, well he's pretty well built...you know, his penis," I whispered, "I just thought maybe that...well that Judy could sleep with me easier than you...that she's already had someone pretty big, not as big as me, but.." "Are you crazy? Do you think that bitch would be better in bed than me? I can take as good as you got Jimmy O'Scoury," she almost shouted. "I'd prefer you sweetie," I said laughing, then I bent over and kissed her quickly on her sultry lips. "You never wanted Judy," she sputtered, angry at how easily I'd duped her. "Of course not," I agreed with a real warmth in my voice, "Why would I want anyone but the most beautiful girl in Miami?" Looking back as I skipped down out of the stands I could see a bemused look on Chrissie's face and knew she'd soon be in my arms, a slave to my kisses. Leprechaun Tales Ch. 02 ~~~~~ Friday, during the conversations I overheard around my locker, I learned that Andy was going to be away for the weekend, that he was off to Gainesville and the university on a recruiting visit. I also heard Chrissie tell one of her friends that her parents were going to be away, leaving Saturday morning and not returning til Sunday evening. "No, I think I'll just hang out in the backyard by the pool, I have some reading to do," I heard her say when someone asked if she wanted to go to the beach Saturday. She was an only child, was Chrissie, and when I jumped over the gate leading into the backyard the next morning around eleven, and when I had snuck down the path and slipped into the thick foliage of the back garden, peering around the green fronds, I found her alone, lying topless by the pool, her only covering a tiny black thong that barely covered her pubic fur. I watched spellbound for minutes, lightly stroking my penis through the thin shorts I wore. Her eyes were closed as I approached her stealthily, and I stood over her, blocking her sunlight for seconds before she finally opened her eyes. "Ahhhh," she screamed, just seeing a male standing over her, not recognizing me as one arm rushed to her chest, trying to cover her tits, her nipples. "Your soooo beautiful," I said reverently. "YOU!" Chrissie shouted as she jumped to her feet, her modesty forgotten in her anger at me. "GET OUT," she ordered as she pointed towards the gate, her breasts jiggling delightfully. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, or maybe awe, when I slipped my shorts down to my ankles, watching my still hard prick as it snapped upwards against my stomach. As I turned and dove headfirst into the pool I heard her, "you can't...don't," just before I went under. I swam slowly back and forth, my head turned in her direction as I went lap after lap, watching her as she stood, still topless, shaking her head as she looked down towards me. She finally sat, sat down on the edge of the pool with her legs and feet dangling in the cool water. "Hi," I said as I swam over, moving my head between her spread knees as my hands came to rest on top of her thighs. "What do you want?" she asked but I felt the warmth, the interest in her voice. "You," I said as I pulled her from the side of the pool and felt her slide down my body. Her lips were shy, our kisses awkward at first, but then her tongue darted hungrily into me and her arms locked around my neck. "Ohhh Jimmy," she moaned as I moved my lips to her breast, drawing her hard nipple between my teeth. As I tasted her, licked her, sucked her, I moved my hands to her hips and quickly undid the strings holding up her thong, then cupped her little ass in my fingers and lifted her, rubbing her pussy up and down against my throbbing shaft. I carried her up the stairs, her legs locked around my back, and then gently lowered her to the cushion lying on the grass. Kneeling between her legs I brought the big bulb of my cockhead to her gates, rubbing it up and down her already lubricated slit. "Jimmy," she groaned as I pushed the head into her, its large diameter spreading her completely. "It's too big," she squealed as I looked up and saw her staring down, mesmerized by the spear pushing into her. "Did you practice with it?" I asked. "With my gift, I mean." Seeing her shy nod I pushed further, deeper into her, felt her slippery, juicy insides stretch to receive me. Each stroke, each inch of deeper penetration was met by a guttural, "Uhhhhh," and then with my furious last push she screamed my name, "Jimmmmmmmmy," a scream of full acceptance. I pulled slowly out, just leaving the head embedded, and heard her plaintive cry, "No Jimmy, leave it in," just as I drove back into her. She was so juicy; she just had one of those rare pussies that seemed to continually gush around my thrusting prick. She was also a screamer, a yeller, a squealer whose continual grunts and yells threatened to rouse the neighborhood. I felt her orgasm start, sensed her confusion, knew she had never known these feelings when in Andy's arms. "Oh Jimmy," she wailed as my saucy cum started to spurt inside of her, flooding her channel with my seed. I pulled out, and moving back, knelt between her knees, our juices dripping from my cock. "It's still hard," she whispered in wonderment, almost in awe that I was still ready. "Kiss it Chrissie," I ordered as I moved up her body, and with one hand circling my prick at its base, I offered her the sticky treat. "But I never did that with Andy," she protested as I ran the gooey head along her lips, letting her get a first taste of our mingled saps. I fucked her again after she'd laved me, slowly working her, bringing her again and again to sexual fulfillment before I again emptied my seed in her. She was so eager to experience everything, to learn, to feel something she'd never imagined. "Andy was never like this," she complained as we rested after a fourth coupling, "I mean we only ever did it once at a time...I mean, he never was ready again after one time." "What? You mean you've been sleeping with him for months and only once a night? How many days a week do you fuck?" "I don't know, maybe once every ten days. He said it was better if we didn't do it too often." "That faggot! And you never sucked him?" "No." "Did he ever go down on you, eat you?" "He said it was dirty." Laughing, I threw her back and burrowed between her legs, quickly finding her crimson clit with my tongue. She was soon writhing and thrashing, her squeals of pleasure echoing as she came for the first time under a lapping tongue. I stayed all day and night, as we continually explored the limits of our sexual desires, my doctored prick continually ready for every demand of the newly awakened Chrissie. The eager student even tried to swallow me, stretching her jaws painfully even to get six inches between her bulging cheeks. And she loved the taste of my cum, again and again over the weekend she slipped a sperm covered finger between her lips, claiming that she'd never tasted Andy. I almost felt sorry for him now, but still, knew that I still was going to make him pay for the abuse he'd heaped on me for the last ten years. ~~~~~ "What the fuck do you think you're doing, you fucking, retard midget, let her go! I'll kill you, you bastard," I heard screamed down the school hall as I stood entwined with Chrissie Monday morning in front of our lockers. Every student in the vicinity were gaping as Andy rushed up and pushed me against a locker, a look of hate spread across his face. "Chrissie?" he howled in pain as he pushed me again. "She wants a man Andy," I announced loudly, "Chrissie's tired of your baby penis, your gay friends." "I didn't say that," started Chrissie before I interrupted her. "She wants me Andy, not some fag," I announced to the stunned, milling crowd. "Now get lost." For a second I saw indecision in his eyes, saw the desire to smash me down, but then he broke and as tears started to flow from his eyes, turned and fled. "I gotta go after him," Chrissie cried but I held her, pulled her to me, mashed her lips under mine, and then told her, "Your mine now baby!" And she was all that fall... MRS. JOANNA SIMPKINS – GUIDENCE TEACHER I can still remember the advice Mrs. Simpkins had given to me, three long years ago at the end of my first high school guidance session, "Well Jimmy, if all else fails you can always join the circus. I understand they're always looking for midgets." She had been Miss Boyle in those days, the dark haired daughter of a Fundamentalist Christian minister, and a recent graduate of some second rate bible college in rural Oklahoma. How she had ever convinced any school board, let alone Dade County's school board to accept her, was a mystery to any student who subsequently spent any time in her office listening to her dribble. She was only twenty-seven years old, four years out of school, but dressed and acted like a librarian from the nineteen fifties. Even in the tropical climate of South Florida she wore long sleeved, high necked, old fashioned blouses and long, dark, heavy tweed skirts. She piled her long, auburn colored hair on the top of her head, held up in a neat but bizarre hairdo by perhaps twenty old fashioned hair pins. She had married Reverend Simpkins about fifteen months ago, he a gangling Texan she'd met at their college in Oklahoma. Her father, who ran a large and prosperous congregation up in Broward County, was sponsoring Simpkins, backing the younger man's satellite church in inner city Miami. Why the two newlyweds had set up in an area that was populated by Central American immigrants was a mystery, especially as neither spoke fluent Spanish. And yet, in spite of all this, Mrs. Simpkins was a striking woman, neither her clothes, nor hair style, nor lack of make up could hide the strong, long legged, full busted girl lurking behind all her finery. And as I entered my final year I wondered if I could somehow open up this reserved churchwoman, let her finally experience what God had made her body for. It was mid September; the start of my senior year at Miami's Washington High and not much had changed, Mrs. Simpkins was still my guidance teacher and still as stunned as ever. Over the three previous years I had learned how to handle this strange young woman. I simply moved all our conversations towards her favorite subject – Christianity – and let her talk while I nodded sagely. "Hi Mrs. Simpkins," I said breezily as I entered her office three weeks into the new school year. "Oh, hello James," she started hesitantly, looking down at my file, clearly confused, not recognizing me immediately, probably due to my new height. I was still short at 5'1" but after having grown 13+ inches in the last fifteen months could no longer be considered a midget. "You're taller," she finally added. "Praise the Lord ma'am," I intoned. "Praise the Lord," she echoed back stupidly. "You look lovely Mrs. Simpkins; you must have had a rewarding summer. Did you and the Reverend go somewhere?" "We went to Guatemala on a mission for six weeks," she started excitedly and I knew I'd hear all the details over the next hour. Finally after forty-five minutes of church stories she flipped open my file and said, "You did surprisingly well on your exams last spring Jimmy, actually very well. You know, I never thought of you as a potential university student but you never know. What are your plans?" "I'm hoping to study math, computers and science at university ma'am," I explained. "Oh science. I don't know Jimmy. Daddy doesn't approve of a lot of these new fangled ideas. 'The work of the Devil', he says." "But Mrs. Simpkins, what about computers? Surely you use them in your ministry?" I exploded, forgetting for a second my resolve to silently get through the hour. "Pornography young man, just filth and works of the devil," she insisted, reddening as she spoke. "I read something about 'Intelligent Design' on the web the other day ma'am," I told her, unable to resist tweaking the ignorant woman. "It was very interesting," I added, "I never really believed in Darwin and all that. What's your opinion of evolution?" "Do I look like I evolved from a monkey?" she demanded. "I didn't know the proponents of 'Intelligent Design' were able to get their voice heard on that Internet thing," she said with interest in her voice. "Oh yes Mrs. Simpkins, Christians are finally getting their voices heard out there. Its one of the reasons I want to study computers and science," I lied. "It is?" "Yes ma'am, I think it's important that computers serve God. We Christians have to get his ideas into the twentieth-first century." "I don't know. The Reverend and I don't really know much about all that." "I could show you." "But..." "I'll bring my laptop down after class; I'll show you some of the important Christian sites. You definitely don't want the Moslems or Jews getting ahead of you, do you? Or the Pope." "No, no..." "Good, I'll come back at four," I told her as I backed out of her office. ~~~~~ Of course, like almost any other subject you search the web for, millions of sites were offered when I typed in Christian and then Jesus on yahoo for the now fascinated teacher. Fuck, I thought, as I led her through a sampling of sites, a high school guidance teacher who can't operate a computer. She smells nice though, clean and fresh I thought, as we sat facing the screen, my arm lying lightly against hers. I even tentatively put my arm on the back of her chair, her excitement making her oblivious to my thigh pressed against hers, my fingers softly caressing her shoulder. "You must show the Reverend," she insisted, "Can you come to our home some night, explain it all, give us lessons?" I immediately agreed, but as I went to shut down the computer, I momentarily clicked to a site that I knew showed a daily picture of a beautiful, young naked girl. She saw it; I saw the flicker of surprise in her eyes as I hit the close button, a small first step in the eventual seduction of Mrs. S. ~~~~~ Two nights later I ventured into an area of Miami called Little Panama, a small but densely populated inner city barrio that housed most of Miami's burgeoning Central American immigrant population. It was a one square mile area of small, tightly packed homes and three and four story apartment buildings, tucked between the blacks to the east in Overtown, Little Haiti to the north and the Cubans of Hialeah to the west. It wasn't an area of the city I'd ever visit normally, but the Metrorail got me pretty close to the Simpkins house and church so that I felt my odds of surviving the trip intact were relatively good. It was a small storefront church, two rows of benches fronting the plain altar and the large cross on the wall behind. Their house was simple, a two bedroom, one floor, cement structure that sat on a small lot behind the church. But someone, Mrs. Simpkins I guessed, had tried to brighten it up, two flower beds were planted brightly on both sides of the newly painted, bright blue front door. He talked Texan, did the Reverend, call me Billy Joe, he insisted, and I immediately sensed the hunger that lurked just below the surface of this thin but wiry looking Pastor. It just took seconds in front of the screen for him to realize the implications, the value, of the technology I was showing him. He had the hard stare and body of a rodeo rider and I wondered if he hadn't turned to God as an easier way to make a living than getting thrown to the hard dirt floors of small town arenas. And whether the choice of his wife hadn't been a strategic decision based on her fathers power and influence as much as her good looks. "This can definitely help us honey," he said to his wife as he watched over her shoulder, and I knew the help he was thinking of was measured in dollars and cents and not saved souls. "You're going to have to learn everything, you'll be our expert," he ordered as he bounced on the balls of his feet. "Are you willing to teach Miriam son?" he asked me. "Well," I hesitated. "We can't pay you boy, we're just poor Christians," he quickly interjected. "Well, maybe at school, at lunch or after school, I can't come way out here," I temporized. "And there are lots of computers at school of course. I'm sure Mrs. Simpkins could get the school board to buy her one..." "Good idea son, good idea. And you can call the Missus by her name, its Miriam, when you're teaching her. That's okay isn't it hon?" "I guess," his wife stammered, not completely sure she wanted to get involved in all this computer stuff. I finally escaped around ten after we agreed to start Miriam's lessons the next week. Mom was asleep when I got home, so I just slipped under the sheet and curled against her without waking her; just happy I'd survived my visit deep into the barrio. ~~~~~ "You need your own website Miriam, that's our first order of business," I explained as we sat side by side in her office after school ended the next Tuesday. "A what?" She turned out not to be as stupid as she had always seemed, and when faced with a specific task that interested her, was quite capable of working in an organized and diligent manner. That first afternoon, with my leg pressed against hers, with our heads just inches apart, I awakened her interest in the possibilities of the technology. I led her to home page after home page of various Christian churches, finally eliciting a forceful, "We need one of those, I don't know why Daddy doesn't have one." My comment of, "I bet he'll be pretty proud of you if you can get one up and running," was all I needed to say to set her going. I slowly explained what was required, what jobs we'd have to do... ~~~~~ Two days later we met again, this time at noon, as we both had a free period after lunch and so had two hours to work. As I became more comfortable with her I started to probe the defenses of the young bride. "You and the reverend don't want to have babies Miriam?" I asked innocently after a half hour of work. "What...what did you say?" she demanded, startled away from the flickering screen. "Well, I don't know...you've been married quite a while...I thought maybe it was against your beliefs or something..." I stammered. "We're Christians Jimmy, not some weirdos, of course we want children." "Oh good, I thought maybe...you know...maybe you didn't believe in sex or something," I said, purposely blushing. After we had worked silently for a few minutes Mrs. S whispered without looking at me, "We're trying Jimmy...just so far, no...no luck." "Oh, I'm sorry ma'am, I'm sure you'll get pregnant soon...God willing." After another half hour of hard work, our legs almost stuck together the whole time, I asked, "What do you and the Reverend think of premarital sex Miriam?" "It's evil Jimmy, the work of the devil! What kind of question is that anyway?" "Well, I just wonder what you tell all the young teens who come to your Sunday school. I mean, it's everywhere. Topless girls at the beach, sex on the internet," I said as I clicked on a site that featured explicit pictures of couples making love. "Gee, everyone here at Washington High does it," I added. "It's disgusting," she stammered as her eyes followed the parade of pictures that flickered continuously across the screen. "I'm sure not everyone does it, surely you haven't," she finished, not taking her eyes from the monitor. Finally after getting no response for second after second, she turned and looked into my eyes, "You haven't, have you?" "I have, yes ma'am." "Ooooh Jimmy, that's terrible. With who" "A few..." "What? More than one? That's awful. The poor girls!" "But it feels so good Miriam," I said quietly. "I mean, when you put it in and it feels so good...gosh, look at those two," I said pointing to the screen. "Didn't you do it when you were in high school Miriam?" I asked as I lightly traced my finger over her neck. "No, of course not. I was home schooled Jimmy, Daddy didn't let me date in high school. And at Stillwater Bible College there was no kissing let alone..." "But...you like it now, don't you?" "We're married Jimmy. Now let's stop all this tomfoolery and get back to work," she ordered. When our time ran out she suggested another two hour session Friday but I started to decline, saying, "I always go to the beach on Fridays Miriam, I've got a three hour gap, eleven til two." "This is God's work Jimmy," she bristled. "Well...well come to the beach with me then, I'll bring my laptop...bring a bathing suit." "The beach! I never go to the beach," she answered shrilly. Leprechaun Tales Ch. 02 "Well next week then." She finally agreed to come, God and the Reverends project was too important to delay. ~~~~~ We made an odd couple that Friday as we arrived on South Beach, a short muscular teen in shorts and tank top accompanied by an older woman dressed like a Puritan from one hundred years ago. I spread the king size sheet on the hot sand and then quickly stripped down, leaving myself only in a European type suit, hardly more than a thong. I could see her struggle to stop herself from criticizing me and my immodest wear, and also saw the flicker of interest that flashed in her dark eyes as they raked across my muscular chest and down to my groin. Her fingers were tentative at first when I asked her to put sunscreen on my back, but then slowly her movements on my skin became more like caresses, and when I turned, offering her my chest, I felt her tremble as she brushed over my now hard nipples. "You'll have to bring a suit next time," I said cheerfully after returning from a quick dip. "I can't swim, I don't even have a suit," she said ruefully. "I'll teach you," I promised. "Look at those girls," I said pointing to three Latina teens who were frolicking topless at the waters edge, their small, black tipped breasts jiggling delightfully, "wouldn't you like to be in their place?" "Its immoral, disgusting, Satan's work," she replied automatically but I sensed the young girl who'd love to escape, even if only for an hour, from her straitlaced life. I refused her offer to come to the church on the weekend to continue our work, promising only I'd help her again the next week. ~~~~~ "I told you, I don't have a suit," she bridled when I insisted we go to the beach again the following Wednesday. "I'll drive," I insisted, taking the keys. I turned north after I had crossed the causeway and when she asked why we weren't going to South Beach, I simply smiled and said, "Surprise." And she was surprised, no shocked, when I led her through the tunnel under the A1A and then through the sand dunes and onto the beach, Haulover Beach, where upwards of a thousand people were tanning and swimming nude. "Give me the keys Jimmy," she hissed, "I won't stay here!" "Well then fine, you can do the computer stuff yourself," I told her, and then turned back towards the beach and started to walk away. "Please Jimmy," she pled when she finally caught me, "I can't, its ....its just wrong..." "I thought God made us in his image Miriam," I challenged as I continued down the beach. "How disgusting can it be to be human?" I demanded as I spread my sheet in an open space among a sea of naked bodies. Miriam sat on one corner of the sheet, and rested mute as I disrobed, her only sound a gasp when my cock slowly emerged. I handed her the bottle of lotion and ordered her with my eyes to apply it. I didn't think she'd dare touch it, but she did, her fingers finally arriving at my cock after having coated the rest of my skin. She stared into my eyes as she silently spread the white cream over my thick prick, the only hint of her nervousness the slight trembling in her fingertips. She said nothing when she finished and I leaned over and started to undo the buttons on her blouse, stayed mute when I slipped the shirt off her shoulders and unsnapped her bra. "God, you're beautiful Miriam," I crooned as my hands moved to her waist. "No! I'll do it," she almost shouted as she undid the zipper and then in one move of her hands lowered both her skirt and panties. She was shaking as I applied tanning cream to her legs, her stomach, and felt her large, long nipples harden under my fingers as I cupped her tits. She had full, round breasts, larger than any I'd touched before and I felt myself lengthening as I caressed her. She had wide, padded hips and where her legs met grew a luxurious, thick growth of auburn curls. "C'mon, let's go in the water," I ordered as I stood and pulled her protesting after me. "I'm scared Jimmy," she pled as I led her into the surf. "I'll protect you Mrs. S," I promised as we waded in and soon were chest deep, her round, mahogany tipped orbs bouncing in the waves. We didn't get much work done on the website that day but as we played in the waves I saw a new woman born, saw how her shedding of her clothes had somehow also thrown off the straitjacket she'd been wearing all her life. We worked again Friday, this time in her office and this time we got a lot of work done. "When can we get the site up and running Jimmy?" she asked as we finished for the day. "Maybe one more week Marian," I promised. ~~~~~ Wednesday, we worked again, but this time Fridays smile was gone. "What's wrong Miriam?" I finally asked. For minutes she said nothing but then finally blurted, "Are you sleeping with Chrissie?...it's just," she added, "some of the teachers were talking, they said Chrissie and Andy broke up...that you and she are...well, an item." This was the same week I'd fucked Chrissie, just two days after my embarrassment of Andy in front of the whole school. "He's a homosexual Mrs. S, he was going to ruin Chrissie's life," I explained, "I had to do it.". "Oh," was her only answer, clearly uneasy by the word homosexual, and her eyes rapidly returned to the screen and work. Leaving that day I suggested we work Saturday, that we might be able to go online with one days more work. "Really? The Reverend is getting impatient, he wants so much to impress Daddy," she admitted. "Good, lets work at my place, Mom said it would be okay." ~~~~~ I had the site up and running when she arrived Saturday morning. She was surprised and elated when I typed in 'Mrs. Miriam Simpkins' on yahoo and up came the church site. "Oh Jimmy," she cried as she took me into her arms and kissed me, a kiss that slowly changed from a quick buss to a hungry exchange of tongues. "Oh God, I'm sorry Jimmy," she said blushing, but I held her, didn't let her go when she tried to pull away. I led her to Mom's bedroom, her bed, knowing as I gently pushed Miriam backwards that Mom wouldn't mind at all. "We can't Jimmy," she protested as I lay on top of her, "your Mother." "She's gone for the day Miriam," I answered as my fingers moved to buttons on her blouse. She didn't help me as I undressed her, and as I watched could see her fighting the demons she'd always associated with sex. That indecision was only broken when I whispered, "Please Miriam, please make love to me." Just those few simple words somehow broke through all the defenses she'd built up over the years, finally releasing the floodgates that, when opened, revealed an incredibly highly sexed woman. She turned out to be a better lover than guidance teacher! Once she accepted her adultery she became like a woman possessed. She engulfed me in her arms as our lips met with a ravenous hunger. She rolled on top of me and sat astride me as I reached for her large hanging tits. Looking down my body I could see my cock, large and rampant, seeming as if it was growing from the thick fur at the base of Miriam's stomach. "It's so big," she chortled in delight as she put her hand between our bodies and grabbed it. "Slut," I laughed as she positioned herself and then slowly lowered herself onto my straining spear, splitting herself on my steel lance. I squeezed her big tits as she bounced atop me, then pulled her forward so I could get a nipple between my teeth, biting her as the first tremor started deep in my balls, the prelude to my sperming finish. "Ohhhh, oh Jimmy," Miriam wailed as my cum erupted inside her, stickily flooding into every square inch of her throbbing pussy. I rolled her on her back and climbed up her, insistently pushing my still hard, moist prick between her huge tits. Holding her breasts together, I tit fucked her as I worked her hard nipples under my fingers, finally sending another load shooting upward to her gaping mouth. I let her suck me, clean me with her lapping tongue, then hard again I turned her, put her on hands and knees, then fucked her from behind, my hands pulling her breasts back each time I thrust. After, we lay apart, on our backs, panting, cum dripping off my cock and from between her legs. "We shouldn't have," she started, suddenly Mrs. Simpkins again. "Shhhh, we did Miriam...and we're going to in the future." "We can't, I can't," she pled. "It's wrong...what about Reverend Simpkins?" My cock answered, filling her, making her cry in ecstasy, letting her know there was no going back. ~~~~~ Reverend Simpkins was delighted by the website, and as he started to get hits, feedback from all over, he insisted that his wife continue to work with me, continue to learn, continue to improve. So all fall I fucked her, delighting in her lush body, knowing as I saw her tummy grow, that my baby was soon to be born...god willing... EPILOGUE "So, talk!" Patty demanded as we lay entwined on Mom's bed, a light sweat still coating our bodies from our energetic coupling. "About what?" I asked drowsily. "About all these sluts you've been sleeping with while I've been away." Patty had just arrived home hours earlier for her Christmas break, I should have been surprised she knew but wasn't. "Mom, what did you say," I complained, but couldn't help grinning, I was proud of my conquests. I started to tell her about Nicole, only to be interrupted by her laughing, "I knew she was going to seduce you, my god, she loves sex." "She's getting married." "Huh? To who? When?" Patty demanded. "He's an older guy, thirty-five or something. He owns two restaurants on South Beach, he's rich. She just told me two weeks ago. They're getting married New Years Eve, we're both invited," I explained. "So you don't sleep with her anymore?" "She's not married yet Patty." "You pig!" "Oh yeah, she's also pregnant." "Oh My Gawd," both Mom and Patty spat out at the same time. "I'll be a grandmother," Mom moaned, understanding immediately who the father was. "It's gotta stay a secret Ma." "What about that cheerleader with her faggy boyfriend. What's her name, Chrissie? I hope she's not carrying your baby," Patty asked. I told her of my seduction of Chrissie, how I'd embarrassed her boyfriend in front of the whole school. "And no, she's not pregnant," I finished. "Good, I never liked that little prick. Every since he started picking on you in elementary school," Patty fumed. "But Mrs. Simpkins is," I said quietly. "WHAAAAAAATTT! Christ Jimmy, haven't you heard of condoms? Mother, didn't you explain the facts of life to your son?" screeched my pretty sister. "Who is Mrs. Simpkins anyway? God Jimmy, I've only been away for four months." And then after I explained, she blurted, "Jesus, not Miss Boyle. When did she get married? She's fuckin nuts." Both Mom and Patty laughed as I told them of Miriam's seduction, only getting pissed off when I told them the Reverends web site was up and running, and apparently attracting both attention and money to the Simpkins. They finally fell asleep and as I lay between Mom and Patty I laughed to myself. No, Chrissie isn't pregnant yet, I thought, but she will be....And I'll be drinking milk from two women next summer...and I've always liked Miss Potts, the gym teacher...and I've never slept with a black girl...I wonder what Lasatonda will taste like... THE END Part 1 of this tale has been opened 19000+ times as of today and over 250 kind, considerate, nice, sexy, loving, good looking people took the few seconds required to vote on it. It would make my day, maybe even my month if 500 or 1000 people voted on this one. So please, take a sec and cast a vote. 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