Dancing jigs and prancing around the thick forest was Micky O'Reilly's favorite thing to do! Then there were the pranks he played on some of the humans living near the forest. Playing practical jokes on humans was his favorite thing to do! Then of course there was drinking whisky. There were times he drank so much whisky it was the next day and he'd drunk himself sober. Drinking whisky was his favorite thing to do!
The Leprechaun sat down with his back against a great oak tree and frowned. Trying to figure out what his favorite thing to do was hard!
He began to list all the things he liked to do and soon ran out of fingers. So he did what any sensible Leprechaun would do. He took off his right shoe. Soon after that he ran out of toes, so he took off his left shoe. Sadly, it wasn't long before he ran out of toes again.
He frowned again and took off his bright green trousers. Thankfully he was almost at the end of all the things he liked to do and then it struck him. His absolute favorite thing to do was fucking the young farmer's daughters who ventured too far into the forest.
It came to him just then because little Mary O'Connell was at that very moment kneeling down in the stream a few dozen feet away from him to fill her jug with water. At eighteen years of age she had blossomed from a pretty pixie of a girl into a fine beautiful young woman.
He watched her with a grin as her loosely fitting peasant dress hiked up on her slender thighs to reveal her plain white cotton underwear.
Immediately Micky's last finger rose to prominence and he leaned forward anxiously.
He pulled off his bright green trousers, crept toward the stream silently and watched Mary lustily. She was indeed a tidbit!
Without her noticing him he managed to get behind her and on to the trail she would have to take to go back home.
She finished filling up the ewer with water and began climbing up the bank toward the path. When she was almost to the top she felt her dress being lifted at the back and then her little cotton panties were at her ankles.
She tripped over the underwear wrapped around her feet and then Micky snuggled up behind her. Though Micky only stood about four and a half feet tall, some parts of him were fully man-sized. He shoved his man-sized cock into her from behind with a saucy giggle.
"Got ya my little one!" he said happily.
Mary knew by then it was far too late to get away. From the stories she'd heard from the other girls in the village, if the Leprechaun had you bent over, the way she was now, there was no escape. She resigned herself to what was coming.
It didn't take long. Micky thrust in and out of her for about a half a minute and then he grunted as he shot his bright green load inside her. He could have gone on for much longer, but it was the prankster in him that made him cum quickly. If he'd made it last longer, the girls might enjoy it too much and search the forest to find him rather than the other way around.
With a howl of laughter and more giggles he scampered off into the forest, stooping to grab his trousers as he disappeared into the woods.
Mary sighed and watched him go with a twinge of regret. All the little man had done was get her excited and then left her high and dry. Well, not quite dry.
She felt between her thighs and sniffed at the green semen staining her hand. It smelled and tasted like crème de menthe. She sighed and shrugged as she dug more of the fluid out of her pussy and decided she might as well enjoy what the little prankster had left behind. She licked it off her fingers and day dreamed as she imagined the pointy eared sprite fucking her long and hard.
Again this was something the other village girls had told her. All of them ended up unsatisfied and wishing for more.
Micky was tittering and giggling to himself as he raced down the trail through the forest. He came to a curve in the path and stopped dead. Standing right in the middle of the path was his old friend Cupid. Micky liked Cupid not only because they were about the same height and size but because he was almost as impish as was Micky.
"That seemed like a waste to me," Eros said with a grin, "Leaving that poor girl back there wanting more."
Micky grinned and leaned against a tree with his arms crossed over his chest.
"But dat's the whole point don't ya see," Micky said happily, "If dey likes it too much, It's not really a prank!"
Valentine chuckled and shook his head.
"But making it end so fast, I mean, what's the point?" he said.
"I gets me own jollies now don't I?" Micky replied.
"I suppose," Cupid said with a sigh, "But don't you ever want to make it last longer? I know you can. You have almost the same magic as me. You could make those little girls howl with pleasure and then go on back home with their thighs quivering."
"True," Micky said, "And I do dat from time to time. But I only do dat to de farmer's wives, not deir daughters. Dey returns to deir husbands late in de night wit deir eyes still glazed over from de ravishin' I give em. Dat makes for a fine prank I can tell ya!"
Eros laughed out loud and patted his friend on the shoulder.
