A TASTE OF MOIRA’S GOLD
The flight had been uneventful for Jack Maloney. He had purchased a discount round-trip ticket on the spur of the moment in a desire to see the land of his forebears before he got too old to enjoy himself.
The airport near Dublin was crowded with tourists. The groups of guided tour members and the shrill voices of small children made him happy that he had decided to make up his own tour of the Emerald Isle using only his small guidebook as his compass.
At only 35, Jack was not opposed to children and he loved to hear their laughter. Well, as long they weren’t his responsibility at least. Nieces and Nephews were one thing, his own offspring was quite another. The closest he came to “tying the knot” was when he proposed to Captain Mary Lynch after one too many in the O-club in Quantico, VA. He had recently returned from a particularly nasty tour of duty in Afghanistan and was filled with a sense of wanting to leave a Jack Junior around to carry on the line of Bostonian Maloney males.
He was suitably relieved and forever grateful to young Captain Lynch for laughing off his moment of weakness after several shots of Jack Daniels.
They celebrated their escape from the boredom of marriage by an all-night session of frenzied copulation under a full moon on the beach just outside Norfolk, VA. The night was silent except for the pounding of the foamy surf and the passionate whimpers of the nubile Mary as he slammed her heart-shaped ass into the beach blanket beneath her. She was completely out of control and demanded his repeated impalements until the first rays of the morning sun were visible on the horizon. He lost count of the number of times he ejaculated his creamy juices inside her lovely tight slit but he figured he owed her big time for not holding him to his offer of marriage.
Jack stood out in the crowded airport because at six foot four, he towered above most of the other men in the waiting room. His oversized frame made his 240 pounds seem even larger than he actually was. The short-cut reddish hair on his head and well-trimmed beard identified him as being Irish even if he didn’t sound like a native.
He made his way to the Taxi stand and pushed his rucksack into the small vehicle.
“An whar woust ye be heeded me fine boyo!”
At least that is what it sounded like to Jack.
Jack directed the driver to a small, moderately priced hotel that had all the appropriate kudos for what he wanted. It was modestly priced, clean, and convenient to the bus routes for touring the City without the benefit of a tour guide.
After that first day, Jack was thinking that maybe he didn’t need a tour guide but he could use an interpreter for the mystifying dialect spoken by almost everyone he came in contact with. In some ways, it was more difficult to understand people speaking his own language than the exotic tones of a foreign language in far-away places.
He decided to rent a car and see the countryside. The weather had been quite nice since he had arrived and everyone was reminding him it was not normally as nice as that this time of year. The car he rented was Mini-Cooper with a roof so low that he just barely fit inside. He was careful to scrunch down in the seat to prevent damage to the top of his head on bumps. With the exception of one near-miss at the outset when he forgot about the reverse side of the street driving, he adapted quickly to the rigors of driving in a country filled with daredevil drivers with a death wish.
When he came over a rise and was treated to a glorious view of the lush green meadows and the distant rolling hills with shady trees, he noticed there was a young girl sitting forlornly at the next crossroad. The odd circumstance of there being not a single vehicle or pedestrian in any direction as far as the eye could see was unusual but not suspicious.
Jack came to a shuddering halt at the 4 way stop as he was still unfamiliar with the part dirt and gravel surface in many sections of the road. He looked left and right even though he knew there was no traffic in either direction.
The girl peeked out of her green hooded cape. Her flowing red hair was of the carrot top variety looking almost dyed but most certainly natural. He could see up close now that the small girl was actually a mature woman in her late 20s or early 30s. It was her size that gave the impression of a young schoolgirl.
He rolled down the window on the passenger side of the mini.
“Is it the road to the right that goes to the O’Bannion Castle?”
The girl smiled and nodded her head. Before he could roll the window back up she asked him,
“Would you be for giving me transport in that direction, big fella?”
Jack opened the door for the extremely short female to enter. Her feet hung off the end of the seat unable to reach the floor. She was probably no taller than about 4 feet even with a 2 inch heel. It was obvious that she was just short person as she was absolutely proportioned normally from her red hair to her silver buckled shoes.
He held out his hand.
“My name is Jack Maloney. I am just visiting this beautiful country to see where my grandparents came from.”
The girl held out a delicate and silky soft hand that disappeared inside his big paw. He could feel the heat of her skin sliding inside his palm and then slowly slipping away from his grasp leaving him feeling like he had just lost something of value.
“My name is Moira. Moira Ann Mulvany of the Donegal Mulvany’s. My cousin Shamus was to pick me up a full hour ago and not a single sign of him to be found.”
Jack shrugged his shoulders, making certain his head did not come in contact with the roof of the car.
“You are welcome to ride with me, Miss Mulvany. I could use the company. I am starting to talk to myself or to the car and that is definitely not healthy. There are some sandwiches and a thermos of tea on the back seat if you are hungry.”
The pretty girl looked over her shoulder with a delightful smile on her face.
“Please call me Moira, and I will call you Jack. I don’t know, Jack, first you give me transport and then you feed me and give me a hot cup of tea. Ya wouldn’t be for trying to get my knickers down, would ya?”
Jack was certain his face had betrayed he was entertaining just such thoughts. This girl had the sweetest lips and most beguiling of smiles. She hopped up on the seat and bent over to reach the provisions on the back seat. When he glanced to the side, all he could see was the most delectable ass cheeks presented in high raised position waiting for a hard cock to tame them.
He knew he should not be having these thoughts because he was far too big for the little lass.
Moira held the thermos between her legs and used both hands to twist off the cap. She was so quick that Jack recognized she had a good deal of strength in her arms and legs and she was in an excellent fit condition. He pulled over and stopped the car as they made a meal of the sandwiches the hotel had made up for his day-trip. He noticed that Moira had spilt a wee bit of mayo on her skirt and he reached over to wipe it off. She held onto his hand in her lap and looked up at him with raw lust in her beautiful eyes.
The very next thing Jack was aware of was that little Moira was perched on top of his lap with her knickers rubbing suggestively on his fully aroused cock. He reached around and cupped her tiny ass cheeks with his hands and held her up for a moment while she opened his trousers allowing his rampant cock to escape into full upright position.
Slowly, he lowered her petite frame down onto his pulsating knob. He felt her lips tremble and then open up for his cock welcoming him like a long-lost lover. He had lowered her about halfway and then stopped because he could feel the back end of her vagina pressing against his cock. They rested and then Moira wiggled this way and that until most of his cock was inside her heated womanhood.
Moira placed her hands on his shoulders and began to ride his cock like she was posting a steed in a furious race. He just rested back in the seat and watched the expression on her face as his long thick cock plunged in and out of her secret little slit. He could see the panic in her eyes as she crossed the line of logical thought. Her muted whine changed quickly into a lust driven moan of sheer pleasure. His own juices were beginning rise when he realized the diminutive female was jabbering in a language he had never heard before. It sounded like Gaelic but a very old form of it that is rarely heard today.
She clung to him like a tangled vine sucking his long cock with her clutching vaginal walls. It sounded like she was calling on some unfamiliar deity as she spiraled down into a shuddering orgasm. He felt her juices squirt out of her tight pussy drenching his cock and balls. He held her close and she was a light as a feather on his chest.
Jack was still buried deep inside the strange girl’s slit when she shifted her body around. Now her rounded tiny ass cheeks were pushing erotically into his heated groin. The suction of her tight pussy milked his cock like a talented dairymaid. He could hear the sensual slap of her delicious bum cheeks bouncing on him like a playful schoolgirl skipping rope. This was no schoolgirl. This was a sexually talented mature woman with the ability to take a man of his unique size into her smallest and tightest of holes without complaint.
He felt himself begin to boil over as his spunk churned up from his sagging ball sacs. Jack grabbed Moira’s slender hips in place and told her,
“Don’t move! I got to go but don’t move a muscle. If you move, I have to give you the whole load deep in your lovely pussy.”
Moira closed her mouth and shut her eyes. She concentrated on being as still as a church mouse. It was all too much for her and she rotated her hips in a wanton display of female lust hoping to draw the full load of creamy cum straight into her already flooded slit.
Jack lost all control and rammed his cock in the final 2 inches and made Moira yell like a riled up banshee just as his first spurt of jism sprayed forcefully deep inside her vagina. The splash of hot cum on her inner wall made Moira shout gleefully in the throes of her second orgasm from this single coupling.
Moira took off her soaking wet knickers and shoved them into her pocket.
“You are a terrible man, Jack Maloney, but you sure do know how to take care of a wee girl’s itch.”
Jack laughed and looked down at the cute and pretty female cuddled up next to him. He was pleased that the tiny girl had been able to take all of his business up deep inside her pussy. A lot of girls tended to drop him when they found out the damage that his huge cock did to their female parts. Despite the difference in height, he felt that she would be an ideal partner for his amorous desires.
“Moira, you must tell me. What is that language you were speaking a while ago?”
The fully satisfied little imp rubbed her hands over his now dormant cock.
“Ah Jack, I was afeared you would be asking. The simple truth is I am a one of the little people that wander the countryside. They call us Leprechauns but I really don’t know where that came from. My family is the oldest Leprechaun family on this side of Donegal. I have my own dowry of gold for my intended. My pot weighs 31 kilos. I have been given one kilo for each year of being unmarried. I would like you to get my gold, Jack. You make my pussy feel so good; I want to keep you next to me forever and ever.”
With a quick calculation, Jack figured the girl was offering a cash dowry of between 1 and 2 million dollars.
As he looked down at Moira, his thought was
“Well, perhaps the height difference is not a drawback after all.”
His kiss told Moira that she would be soon depositing her gold in their new joint bank account.
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