A Pot of Hoes

At the end of the rainbow, there’s a pot of hoes!

The luck-of-the-Irish is well known, but the fuck-of-the-Irish is a best-kept secret. Recently, I took a trip to the Irish countryside in Leitrim for St Paddies day. Now, I was under the impression this day was tamer in the old country compared to its United States counterpart. Until I stumbled into Blaggard’s Pub, a true hole-in-the-wall kind of place. I was told there was a courtyard in the back of the pub for a relaxing day of drinking with a great view of the countryside. But, to my pleasant surprise, it was where the rainbow ended, and it looked like there was a pot of something there. The pot glowed, but it wasn’t gold. Wait that was some sort of lubricant— it was a pot of hoes!

The pot of hoes appears randomly in spots of the Irish countryside.

The pot of hoes was a legend I heard about during the pub crawls. I always figured it was a made-up tale to get the horny Irish lads to frequent the bars with outdoor spaces away from the cities. Turns out this was a very real and very surreal experience. It was a huge cauldron, and I saw several red-headed and strawberry-blonde Irish lassies frolicking and caressing each other. They were already naked and a sight to see. They caught me staring. I stuttered when I saw one of the redheads make eye contact with me. That beautiful redhead rubbed her supple pink nipple. “Come, A ghrá.” She licked her lips at me. Then, one of the strawberry blondes chimed in to say “You found us, let us shower you with the best kind of riches…”

The lassies in the cauldron all faced me and began to touch themselves.

I couldn’t help but walk toward them. I’m not sure how, but my clothes were off. This pot of hoes was magical, no doubt. Soon, it was like the courtyard dissipated and I was in another world. I felt several hands on my body. Then, I saw one of the redheads go down my chest and tummy. I started to feel her tongue licking my thighs. My legs began to open as I felt more hands on me. One of the lassies was holding my legs open while the red-headed girl began to lick my clit. As I trembled, I felt more lips on me, this time on my neck. I felt those lips slide down again, and I realized it was two women, one on each side. My pussy was pulsing as the lassies began to suck my nipples.

Then the redhead between my legs motioned to the strawberry blonde to be next to her. The redhead and strawberry blonde kissed each other, then looked back at me. They decided to switch off with one another when it came to licking my pussy. The redhead had deep, long strokes with her tongue, and the strawberry blonde was more playful. The pot of hoes had me cumming several times.

Eventually, I lost count of how many times my pussy gushed from all the sensual touches. They pinched and licked my nipples and I even had one of the lassies sit on my face. I remember tasting a few different pussies, I even managed to make one of the lasses squirt all over me. The lasses were generous enough to return the favor, I felt my heart and my cunt pounding like a drum. I screamed as I felt my cunt surging from their touches.

This pot of hoes was a treasure.

I learned a pot of hoes is greater than gold! I woke up with my clothes on, but nothing was buttoned or zipped up, and my panties were soaked. But I felt better than I had in years. I wasn’t sure for a second if what I had experienced was real, but I knew it was when I made my way back into the pub. A local woman, dressed in plaid, spoke with a thick accent and said “Well, you look like you’re glowing. I wonder which laddie you found to fuck here.” Oh, little did she know…

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