Sparring Irish Shillelagh: Part 2 of Jolly Green Giantess

Using an authentic Irish shillelagh to fight is tradition, but I didn’t mind losing that fight…

After the Jolly Green Giantess drink began to wear off, I started shrinking. I got back down to my normal height, but then I kept going. Oh no, I thought; my Irish Lad began to grow bigger than me. I was still naked and on his bed, but now the pillows looked massive. Even being tangled in the sheets felt like I was swimming in the middle of the ocean. My Irish lad started stroking his cock, and it towered over me. I was probably about the size of a porcelain doll. My Irish lad said with his thick accent “It’s about time I punished you with my Irish shillelagh.”

He tapped his cock…well his huge Irish Shillelagh, on my pussy.

His cock was bigger than I ever had, and at the moment was bigger than my torso. I always thought an Irish shillelagh was meant to fight with. But it was clear we’d be fighting in a different way. I stood in shock at this predicament I was in— how could I ever take something so big?! “Pay attention, lass!” shouted my Irish Lad, then smacked my face with his Irish shillelagh.

That Irish Shillelagh knocked me on my side,

Then my Irish lad began to put his fingers into my asshole and pussy. I felt so stuffed, plus he was shoving it in so hard he was moving me up on the bed. It hurt so bad, but I was so wet that I was seeing stars! I thought I couldn’t take it, so I tried to move, but my Irish lad wasn’t having it. He pulled me back towards him, my ass up in the air. That Irish shillelagh was tapping on my pussy again. My Irish lad was teasing me and sticking the tip in. He kept rubbing his cock on my wet cunt.

Next, my Irish lad picked me up and somehow flipped me over as he rolled over on his back. He started eating my pussy while he held my legs wide open. I was hanging upside down, but I could reach his cock. I spit on his cock and started sucking his Irish shillelagh. But before I could attempt to get him deeper in my tiny throat, he lifted me again, placing me over his giant cock. I wanted to ride him, but I didn’t have to. He thrust his hips up over and over again, and I was practically airborne getting thrown up by his hips and landing deep on his Irish shillelagh. I was squirting on his humongous cock when he took me off and stood over me. Now, I was face to face with his Irish Shillelagh.

“Choke on this, beautiful!” ordered my Irish lad.

My Irish lad shot his load at me, and when it got in my mouth I did choke a little, but it was worth it. An Irish lad can make for a magical holiday. He’s the main reason why I go on vacation to Ireland as often as I can.

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