By Jenny Swift
Copyright ©2025
St. Patrick's Day is a celebration in honor of the Irish patron saint. We know there are parades, food, music, dancing, drinks, lots of green, and if you're lucky, the chance to have a wild adventure like Jack, who didn't believe in good luck until that big green day.
It was a March 17th like any other and Jack, along with his friends, attended the annual parade held in New York. It was a more Irish-themed procession than the one last year. As for the special foods, there was a lot more corned beef and cabbage than last year, Jack thought. He and his friends danced to the traditional music of the Irish bagpipes.
Then, during the parade, Jack sees a very sexy woman. She was tall, with long orange hair and freckles, her body was a monument. She was wearing a fluorescent green shirt and a dark green waistcoat, both of which showed off her dreamy breasts, and so did her yellow skirt, which she wasn't supposed to wear on the holiday, but Jack just concentrated on looking at her hips and her perky ass. She looked at him for a few seconds, and she gave him a beautiful smile, then just lost herself in the hustle and bustle of the parade.
Tristan, one of Jack's friends, approached him with some sugar biscuits with green icing and green sprinkles, which were his favorite, but he was engrossed, thinking about the redhead. ‘Are you all right,’ Tristan wanted to know.
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‘’Never been better,‘’ was all Jack replied, thinking about the woman. There was something about her that he found haunting, hypnotic, and in a way he admired her beauty.
It was evening and the time had come for real drinks, no more festive beer. For that, Jack's friends took him to a bar in Manhattan for rounds of Irish whiskey. As the group goes for the second round, Jack sees the redhead from earlier. She looks up at him, smiles at him, and then turns her attention back to the bar and the whiskey.
Jack walks over and introduces himself, despite being the least drunk of his group, he's already a little drunk. I'm Jack, a pleasure.
I go by many names, but I think Cleo will suffice,‘’ the redhead replies, feigning indifference, and trying to hide her smile.
Cleo, I like that name,‘’ Jack expounds and then loses himself in Cleo's eyes. Her eyes are green, but they have the sparkle of an emerald, they're a hypnotic thing. Then she settles her breasts, and Jack looks down to wander at the freckles that adorn it and make their way across her bosom.
Do you like what you see, Jack,‘’ Cleo asks in a suggestive tone.
So, she didn't let him speak, really. Without a second thought or precaution of any kind, the redhead kissed Jack. It was an invasive kiss, she sucked Jack's lips, she slurped his tongue, and she ignored the alcohol. Incredulous, Jack pushed her away, and he spoke: ‘’This is incredible, I didn't think it would be so easy to conquer you‘’.
‘’Don't be so smug, Jack,‘’ the woman replied with a wry tone, ‘’Let's just say I know what you want and I haven't walked the mortal coil in a while and enjoy the company of one of you. Jack responded with a passionate kiss.
Minutes later, Jack was kissing Cleo on the threshold of his flat. They both entered, and he let Cleo go ahead of him as he closed the door. As he turned, he came upon the woman stark naked, green clothes on the floor, but that was irrelevant, he delighted in staring at Cleo's large breasts, the freckles adorning them, the light areolas and plump nipples. Then there were her hips, her succulent legs, and her hairy pussy, the irrefutable proof that she had original orange hair... Another thing that caught Jack's attention were certain Celtic tattoos, there was one between her breasts, one on her belly, and two on her barely visible wrists, but he would let these pass and go to her who was waiting for him with open arms.
I don't know who you are, but you turn me on,‘’ Jack confessed, hugging the woman. He then used his hands to press against her ass. He liked to feel the firmness of those buttocks. Then he kneaded her breasts, he licked her nipples, and he plunged into her breast to enjoy her strong scent, and to feel her tits rubbing against his face.
‘’You should be grateful, tonight you will do it with a goddess‘’, was the only thing Cleo answered, and she kissed him vehemently, both made their tongues dance and produced a very obscene and exciting sound for both of them.
‘’It's time to begin,‘’ Cleo said and without letting Jack question anything, she squatted down, with the act, her breasts bounced. Cleo unzipped the man's zip, and his cock peeked out seeking satiation. With a smile, the redhead began to masturbate the man and then without much ado, she used her mouth to stimulate him. She sucked voraciously on Jack's cock. He moaned and gasped, it was the first time anyone had ever made him enjoy it so much and only using their mouth.
Jack and Cleo moved on to a one on one (or 69), Jack was getting lost playing with the redhead's pussy, and she was still working on his cock. She was on top of him, so Jack could even stick his finger in Cleo's anus, which she also liked. ‘’You're a bad little goblin,‘’ Cleo told him, standing up. Then she added, ‘’Let's continue this in your quarters, I want you to make me yours, or would you prefer me to make you mine?
‘’I would like to experience both‘’, was Jack's reply, and between kisses and caresses, they went to the bedroom.
Once in the room, Cleo climbed onto the bed and she got on all fours, exposing her pussy to Jack, and sticking her face to the mattress. ‘Can you see her? Look how wet she is waiting for you, Jack,‘’ Cleo gasped, and she was right; she was secreting a lot of colorless fluids. Jack was very aroused, and it was time for action.
Jack invaded Cleo, his virile member entering unopposed. The eruption made a lewd sound, very obscene and arousing. Jack began to move, in and out rapidly. Cleo gasped and moaned, and she could feel Jack reaching deep inside her. From the gasps and Cleo's obscene faces, Jack knew he was doing it right. He grabbed her hips, and he thrust again and again until he was able to bring her orgasm out of her, and she screamed with pleasure. At the same time, he also let out his load on Cleo's freckled back.
I hope that's not all, I'm hungry for more,‘’ Cleo exclaimed and laid Jack down on the bed. Then she added, ‘’Now it's my turn, I'll make you mine and ride you. Any objections? There were none, just a vehement kiss on Jack's behalf, and then Jack helped Cleo climb on top of him. Then she penetrated him, and she began her back and forth, she began to ride him, she made funny faces from pleasure, she went back and forth on that virile shaft. She turned up the intensity, she moaned like crazy, and she got into a good rhythm.
Cleo asked for a change, and she turned around, she was in a reverse cowgirl position. She started to move, and Jack was ready to cum, and it didn't take long for this to happen, it took a few back and forth until finally, he managed to shoot his load into her ass. However, Cleo was still hungry, and she wanted much more. So they did missionary, Cleo screamed with each thrust, her breasts bounced, and Jack kept licking them. After several back-and-forth sideways thrusts, Jack managed to get another orgasm out of the redhead, but it wasn't the end yet.
They tried many poses and in the end, Jack and Cleo ended up lying on the bed, exhausted and cuddling. In the distance, fireworks could be heard signaling the end of St. Patrick's Day. Jack woke up to the noise and the first thing he saw through the window was the greenish glow of the fireworks, but that wasn't what would get his attention. In front of him was a small Leprechaun, staring at him in disbelief, who scrambled out of bed. Jack thought this was part of his imagination, and when he turned to look at Cleo, she was gone. He thought: maybe the Leprechaun took her. He smiled at his witticism. All in all, it had been his best St. Patrick's Day ever...
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