Rubbing Me Pot O’ Gold at the Rainbow’s End

“I caught you fair and square. Now give me my three wishes.”

“Feck off! You fecking, dirty voyeur! Ain’t nothing fair about sneaking up on a poor lass playing with her pot ‘o gold, so to speak, Pete.”

Pete walked over to the small, mythical creature sitting on the ground with her legs spread open and her short skirt hiked above her waist. Her magic wand pressed against her “Pot O’ Gold,” as she called it. His recently spent dick swelled again as he peered down her ample cleavage.

“Aye, I saw you jerking off to me behind that tree. Lasted a whole two minutes didja’, Petey m’ boy? Is your mouth watering, wishing you could taste my rainbow, but too afraid to ask? What a filthy habit, by the way, being a peeping Tom. Anyhow, you tricked me!”

“Seems like a fair catch to me, little lascivious Leprechaun.”

“Look, that wee Willie Winkie may be tiny by human standards, but for me…It’ll rip me in half. As horny as I am right now, I just can’t stuff that anywhere in me. How about I give you four wishes, and then you can let me go?”

“Four wishes? Oh no. I know your tricks. It’s three wishes, and if I ask for a fourth, all my wishes will be lost, and I’ll have nothing.”

“OK, ya’ edjit! Are you making a wish or air-drying your little worm?”

“Let me think…For my first wish, I want the sort of body and...