There is a small Irish pub just a block from where I live, and I go in there often to catch some of the local humor. They even have some who burst out in old Irish folk songs now and then, but only during the week early before much of a crowd gets there. It was one of those week nights, in O'Leary's that I 1st saw her, a blazing red head, too far away to see the color of her eyes, but I knew they were an emerald green. Our eyes had met, and hers seemed to hold mine like I was hypnotized. She was so lovely, I could not believe what I was seeing,, although she was on the other end of the bar, I began walking toward her, but with others passing between us, by the time I got to where she was, she was gone. So I ask the bartender, "What lovely red head that was setting right here, you do not happen to know who she is do you." In their usual Irish Brogue he tells me, "I'm sorry Miss but no one sets on Sally's stool."
"Will I sound too dumb if I ask who Sally is."
"was, Lass, was...hi...a lovely girl she was, her father built this Pub, she bartended, set tight there when it was slow, before too long she turned wild, and after a few years of wild, free lustful living disappeared, no one to this day knows what happened to her, but if you think you saw a lovely red headed lass setting at this stool, feel fortunate my sweet lassie for you have been blessed by the spirit of Sally herself." I turned and left for my apartment after that, it's not that I'm afraid, of what I don't understand, it's only that actually...I am. That night I have the most erotic dream ever, I'm in the pub with Sally, we leave and come here, where she begins making wild insanely euphoric love to me. her deep red lips, covering mine, in long tender moving kisses, her hand fondling my breasts, moving down to my pussy where she rubs my G spot, flicking my clit at the same time. I feel myself becoming so terribly weakened by her and call out, "Please Sally...ooohhh...Sally...aaaahhhh...hmmm..."
Bolting awake, feeling a hand slide from my pussy, and a figure dash out my door. I try to move, but cannot, until shortly I jump from my bed turn on all the lights...nothing...no one. Those two occurrences happen to me several times, before one night as I'm coming in the bar, my red headed ghost is leaving, we stop, she asks, "you are late tonight...I thought for sure I would miss you. Come Fawn let us go to my apartment." Not waiting for my reply, she takes my arms and we walk way, as we do she tells me, "you know I am Sally, now long dead, why are you not frightened Fawn."
"I don't know, except, you will never harm me, will you Sally." Stopping, she kisses my lips, and her lips are so cold, but for some unknown reason I melt in her arms. As she holds me up she softly says, "my precious little young Fawn, how I have waited for you." I don't know where we went, but after we are there she tells me, "tonight you will experience such deep love you'll never understand why you ever thought you knew what it was before."
"Sally all those erotic dreams I've had of you, you were there with me weren't you."
"Yesssss, my precious, now lay, and let me send you on your way.' Her hands were like millions of feathers covering my body, her tongue so pointed and quick, it actually hurt as it darted around my nipples and clit, driving such arousal deep within me, I begin crying and screaming for her to give me an orgasm, but none comes and I begin hyperventilating because of the delirious ecstasy my mind and emotional being is being forced through and beyond, until such an impossible to describe orgasm sweeps through my body, causing me to collapse and pass out. As I gain conscious awareness of my surroundings, I do not believe I was actually wakes, because Sally was still laying beside me, her tongue and fingers continuing to torment my clit and the inside of my pussy.
I try vainly to turn myself around so I can pleasure her, but she does not allow me to do so. Soon I become so weakened I know I'm going to pass out again, so I plead, "Sally please, allow me to ple..." again darkness overwhelms me, and all is silent in my mind. My alarm awakes me the next morning, I'm in my apartment. Mystified I shower, dress, leave for work, acting much like a zombie not actually knowing what my next step is, but having done this so many times it is automatic, like my position as assistant editor of a woman's fashion magazine, called,'CHIC,' . but then something that totally rattles my slates, Hank comes in with this drawing of our Irish Lass for a section we're doing for St. Patrick's day. As I look at it, I ask, "where did you get the model for this drawing."
or "it's not actually from a model, a lot of Maurine O'Hara, and my imagination."
"it'll do nicely, good work Hank." That afternoon as I leave work, in the back of the taxi my lips are suddenly covered by some one else's, so pulling away I see Sal who tells me, "we do not need to be here." Like magic, we're in my apartment setting on the couch our lips teasing one another's, fingers almost brutally driving one and out of one another's pussy's, then she is not here, and I feel her inside me, and this strong urge to go out and find a willing man and fuck the living shit out of him. In O'Leary's I walk up to Tommy O'Shay and ask, "Tommy, I really do not feel like myself tonight, you've wanted me since grade school, if you still do, I'm yours."
"you sassy little cunt, so where do you get off thinking you can decide when I'm going to fuck you." I lean close and kiss his lips, as I plead, "all kidding aside Tommy, I need you deep inside me." not a word, as he takes my arm and we go out to his car, once in it he kisses me harshly, even harsher he feels my tits, when I do not object or back away, but actually unzip his pants, pull out his prick and lower my head, covering it with my lips, he surprised says, "holy fuck, the one prize piece of ass no one ever got is actually blowing me, what in the fuck has gotten into you Fawn." Lifting my head up, smiling at him, I reply, "the pitiful truth is nothing and no one, that is about to change." As I suck him off, I know he must be thinking the same things I am, Miss goodie two shoes all the way through high school and collage, has finally opened up sexually. If the truth had been known, I have always been a lesbian, but did a very good job of concealing it.
All they knew was I thought I was too good for any of the Irish boys, or any one for that matter. Suddenly Tommy explodes between my lips, and I savor the sweet taste of his cum, before I swallow it. A quick drive to his place, even quicker undressed, and he jumps me, like if he doesn't I'll disappear. So at 27, I get my 1st taste of what it feels like to have a love cock fucking the piss out of me. Actually if it were up to me, this is the last place I'd ever find myself, but I have a masochistic nymphomaniac controlling my body now, and she's long over due for a piece of male ass. Tommy probably is quite fantastic, because Sal is really enjoying this, as witnessed by the humping of my ass, the loud screams of pleasure, deep guttural moans and groans as I become lost in this euphoric world of hetero-sexual lust and passion, and soon become lost in delirium, and cannot deny being fucked by a man is not totally enjoyable. After he comes deep inside me, as we're trying to catch our breaths, Tommy asks, "will it embarrass you too much to tell me what you've been doing all these years to relieve all this passion I have just witnessed. You are a hell of a desirably irresistible woman Fawn, you must have done something."
"I pray this means something to you Tommy O'Shay, you've just converted a confirmed Lesbian, I'd never tried men, so I never knew what I was missing, no darlin, I never went without, in fact I probably had more ass during high school and college than you even came close to having.
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