As the little guy stood with his cock proud and long, he looked down and watched as the drunk placed his wallet, which he was still holding, onto the floor. The little man frowned, then smiled as the drunk reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small stack of color Polaroid photos. These were larger than wallet size, being 4X5, and would provide a far better look at the woman in the photos. The drunk wanted to show them in the proper order, for a reason. After making his selection, he handed one to the Leprechaun.

The first photo was of his wife lying back on their bed and holding herself up with her elbows. Her face had a look that was ornery, perhaps teasing. She was naked, and you could see the white lines of a bathing suit on her skin, both top and bottom. Her skin was tanned, but her white breasts were totally exposed. They stuck straight into the air and were looking firm and lovely. You could plainly see that her nipples, which looked erect, were pink, as the man had described her. Her legs were together and bent at the knees, so nothing below showed.

"She wouldn't let me photograph her bottom half, at first. I had to talk nice to her, and I was naked and had a hard on. She kept looking at me and my dick so each time I took a photo, I got her to show a little more." His hand shook as he handed the little guy the second photo.

It showed more of her. And since her legs were opened wide enough to be twelve inches apart at the knees, her pussy could be seen in detail. The hair on her pussy was sparse, and her parted lips were clearly visible in the photo. Her hole was opened slightly and it looked to be dry and pink around the edges and over the lips.

The drunk still had his mouth over the penis. He was not moving his head because he for sure did not want the little guy to come just yet. Showing these photos to someone, but only a stranger, had been a fantasy for three months. He wanted this moment, just like the little guy did, to last as long as possible. He was not sucking, but his tongue would take little flicks all over and around the head so that the little guy would know there was still some action going on.

"No one has ever seen her naked besides me. You're the first man ever."

"I feel honored. In this one that is really a pretty pussy. It looks like she really needs a good fucking," said the little man. "Do you have more?"

The drunk took his mouth off the dick long enough to say 'yes' and hand the little man another photo. This one was taken closer to her, and her pussy was revealed in greater detail. Her pussy had changed, and looked to be opened wider, and it was wet and shiny looking all around her lips.

With his penis even firmer than before, the little man asked, "It looks like you might have been fucking her in this photo. Her pussy looks opened up a little, and wet."

"Yes, yes," the drunk replied excitedly. For the first time another man was seeing his wife naked, and it excited him tremendously that the viewer had been able to detect the fact that his wife had been getting fucked from the photo. "I hadn't come yet. I fucked her for a few minutes after taking the second photo, and then when I had her turned on, she agreed to let me take another picture. She had made me put the camera away first, but I had the camera ready under the bed, so I got right off and snapped it before she could change her mind. I've carried it, these with me ever since. It has been several months now." Actually, it had only been three months, but saying the time was longer made the story seem all the better and increased how it looked that he had been waiting to finally, get a chance to show the photos to someone.

"And no one else has ever seen these?" The little man knew that the drunk had already stated that, but he also knew that this was very exciting emotionally for the husband, and he was playing to his emotions. Keep him excited, learn more, have a better orgasm, and maybe later be invited home.

"No, no one. You are the only man to ever see her naked besides me." The drunk sounded proud to be making that announcement, and the little guy recognized that.

"I feel honored to have seen this. But you know how I see her as I look at this photo? I see a woman who is waiting for another cock, a big cock in her pussy. She has had a warm up and now is waiting for the main event. Had I been there when you took these, I could have climbed onto her, and you could have taken photos of her pussy as I stretched it way out."

The drunk almost sighed. "Yes, that would really have been hot."

"Now how about those other photos?"

There were two more. The drunk's hands were shaking when he handed the next photo to the little man. "This one is after I finished fucking her." His voice was soft as he said it, and the little man could tell that this photo was almost sacred to him. He looked at it. It was almost the same as the first one in that his wife was still on her back, but now her head was back on a pillow. Her face and breasts looked shiny, perhaps from sweat. Her legs were pulled back and up, bent at the knees. She was using the fingers of two hands to hold herself open, and what looked like shiny come could be seen just inside her tiny hole and some of the come was running out and down onto her ass. Her face held a smile that might have been from contentment or from lust. It was a very hot photo.

"I can tell that you shot a nice load into her, but it looks like, by the way her face is, that she also had a good come. Did she?"

The drink's voice could not hide his excitement at discussing this. "Yes, I let her look at the other photos while I was fucking her. It seemed to turn her on more. She came not long after I put it in. And then she surprised me when she asked if I could hold back until she came again. I held back as long as I could and by the time I was ready to drop my load she was ready too. She moaned and came a good one. That second one was one of her best!"

There was one more photo. It had been taken from straight down, the view the husband had seen as his wife sucked his dick. The top of her head and her lips could be seen. They were wrapped around a dick, the husband's dick, of which maybe three inches could be seen.

"Did she swallow your come?"

"Most of it. She tried, but I shot a big load and she gagged a little, so I let her spit the rest out."

"Well, today my man, ye must swallow all of my come so that thee can grow, and if you succeed, you can show your wife how to swallow it all later as she sucks on your new giant penis."

'I would like that."

The leprechaun smiled and nodded. "May I hold these photos and look at them while you suck and talk about her?"

There was no hiding his excitement. "Yes, I want you to. I want you to look at her photos and think about fucking her. And then you will give me even more to swallow. I really do want to swallow your load now. I want a cock like this for her so bad."

The little guy smiled. The drunk had said that he wanted him to think about fucking his wife. Maybe the two of them could make that happen, later. "Suck, my good man, and I shall enjoy looking and thinking about fucking such a lovely wife, your wife."

This was getting better by the moment, and the little guy wanted it to keep getting better. "When you took the first naked photo and put your dick back into her hole, did she talk about coming right away?"

The drunk could tell that his words were having an effect, because the peter in his hand and sometimes in his mouth grew even harder. "Yes, as a matter of fact, she came almost right away. And I really had to work at keeping from coming because I was so turned on by her posing for me." He noticed again that all this talking was having an effect on the little man. "I can feel your dick throb a little when I tell about my wife."

"Yes, my good man. That is why my load shall be even greater, and you shall receive what I bestow into your mouth and end up with the biggest possible peter of your own."

"Biggest possible? How big?"

Thy dick can grow up to 50 percent from my juice. If thy penis measures 6 inches now, ye shall end up with 9 inches."

The drunk had less than 6 inches, but even now he exaggerated. "9 inches?" That is not a big as what you have." His words were addressed like a question, even though he did not ask right out.

"Yes, when I said you could have one as large as mine, I was talking for the most part figuratively." The little man went along with the charade about the drunk's penis being six inches in size currently. "Because your penis begins with six inches, you shall end up with one most large, but not as large as mine. Your wife, however, will be most pleased with what you have. Your penis will not only be longer, but thicker as well. I can see in these photos that she has a little pussy, and she would have to take a deep breath and be a brave girl to take a dick like mine. But even so, I think that thicker over longer would probably be her choice.

When you put your new peter into her, she will think that you have traded bodies with someone else. Remember now," he added as the drunk sucked merrily away, "it is the juice, So you must be sure to catch it all so that you grow to your maximum potential."

As the drunk lovingly sucked on his cock, the little guy studied the naked photos of the man's wife and spoke softly, almost to himself, "Her hole looks so tiny and lovely. It would be almost a shame to stretch such a wonderful creation out with a huge cock."

The drunk was right there with his reply. He was really into the thought of his wife being fucked now. "Yes, but think about how good it would feel to be the person with the dick that is doing the stretching?"

"I am thinking about it. I would love to be the one to do so myself. It would be the equivalence of taking her virginity. You will be very lucky to be the one to do the honors." The drunk sucked for a few more seconds before the Leprechaun added, "There is a saying that it is a violation of the US Government pure foods act to stick a dick into something as nice as this pussy." He was kidding, and the drunk laughed with him.

And then the sucking continued for another minute without conversation. The Leprechaun was smiling and his right hand began caressing the head of the man doing the blowing. He could tell now that the drunk had taken his advice and was not trying to make him come right away. He would suck firmly and with enthusiasm, and just as the little man would start to build towards an orgasm, he would cool it for a while. He needed the guide this conversation and keep the subject on the man's wife being fucked by his dick, and not the husband's.

"These photos are wonderful. I am enjoying looking at them and fantasizing about fucking your wife. Keep talking as thy sucks. When I get close, you can stop talking and suck as if the size of thy dick counted on it." He laughed at his own joke.

"I want you to imagine thyself lying on the bed, down below near her feet as thee sees a dick like this one about to penetrate thy wife. Since you don't have a big one of your own yet, it will be easier in your mind to pretend that this dick in your mouth is the one thee are watching. Think about how big her eyes would get as she sees what is about to open her for the first time. Think about how her body would quiver as she feels the thickness of this dick as it starts to open her. Think about how she will groan, first with fright and then with surprise and pleasure as this dick would start to open her."

The drunk did think about it. "Yes, Yes, she would groan so loud. I would love to hear her, to see her." He sucked faster, and his hand down below began jacking quicker as well.

"Be sure to wait, on thy coming until you have swallowed the juice. If thee stays excited, swallowing the juice will be easier."

The drunk slowed his jacking, and asked, "Do you really think she would love it when this dick, my dick I mean, starts to enter her for the first time?"

"Yes, and not just the first time, but every time."

"How long will it take for my dick to get this big, I mean, up to 9 inches?"

"About one week. Ye shall grow a little each day. I suggest you fuck her daily, starting tomorrow. Tonight if you are up to it, but there would not be much growth in just a few hours. You can feed the peter to her each day and she will notice a change, but might not become truly suspicious until after two to three days. By then she will be happy and begin to ask you for more. By the end of the week, she will beg you for it, all the time."

Another man entered the restroom, and again conversation ceased. They waited. They listened. The big man sucked and teased with his tongue. The little man studied the photos with one hand, caressed the husband's hair with the other, and smiled. Finally, after taking a long piss and flushing, the visitor left.

The Leprechaun paused to run the fingers of one hand around the drunk's lips and feel how they were stretched wide in order to take him within. The drunk was sucking his penis as if he was in love with it. He picked up right where he had left off. "Or, you can not give her any, and then at the end of the week, give it to her all at once. But if you do that, she will think she is with a stranger and become scared. "

The drunk giggled. "Wouldn't that be a laugh!"

"Yes, but I would recommend you give it to her on a more gradual, daily or semi-daily basis. She will then think that a miracle is happening, but not think that you have been replaced by a stranger who looks and talks like her husband."

This seemed to spur the drunk on, and as he sucked on the magnificent meat in his mouth, he did it almost lovingly. He was used to this dick now. He was used to sucking. It seemed almost natural, and this dick, if he had to suck a dick, was definitely the one he wanted to do it with.

"I know that using your imagination is not easy to do if thy has never seen thy wife being fucked by another man. But if you like, I could come home with you and show you how it will look."

He turned the first naked wife photo around so that the drunk could see it. "Look at that lovely little hole and think about how it would be to see the peter you have in your mouth opening her up. You could lie below us and play with yourself while I work it into her. I would be gentle so as not to scare or hurt her. It would be quite a sight."

The drunk continued to suck for another ten seconds. Then, fully realizing what the Leprechaun had just proposed, he paused, holding the prick lovingly in his hands. "You want to come home and fuck my wife? I don't know if she would allow that."

"Yes, I have to admit, it would be difficult to convince her. She would see my short stature and maybe be repulsed. Women are funny about that. But when they learn what I have to offer, they oftentimes become intrigued, and are anxious to find out for themselves."

Now sucking again, the drunk paused; "Do you get to fuck many women, especially wives? Are their husbands usually there, or do you get the wives to sneak off on their own?

Laughing, the Leprechaun replied; "I like fucking wives best of all, because they have someone to compare me to. I usually have to fuck the wives in secret. It takes a lot more time to convince the husband that it would be a good thing. You see, it is not often that a husband sees my wang in advance and is willing to do what thee be doing. Usually, when I get a woman, a wife into bed, it is when I have talked to her at a party, or business meeting. The business meetings on the road, such as at conventions, are the easiest. The wives are away from home, alone, and although they don't always think about it, they are available. I have found that when they have a drink or two, it is easy to get them talking." He was being truthful as he told the drunk of his experiences.

"Do, the women, the wives, like your dick? Do you tell them in advance what to expect, or do you let it be the big surprise?"

The Leprechaun laughed again. "If I tell them in advance, they usually do not believe me. Sometimes it works when they are curious. Usually though, I let them think I am just a short little man, and I have found that they are just curious about what it would be like to be with a little man. When we are alone in the room and I drop my pants, they see this wang. Their eyes get big. They are shocked, surprised, and then.pleased. Most pleased, I might add."

The drunk hesitated, "I would love to see my wife under you taking this big peter. But I am sure that I could never get her to do it. If I came home with you now, she would be very mad that I came home later than usual and drunk, let alone bringing a guy home."

"Well then," said the Leprechaun, knowing that this time he would not be fucking someone's wife, "keep thinking about it. Now let's have me come and the growth of thy penis shall begin."

The sucking and the stroking began now in earnest. Then the Leprechaun had one more bit to say. "See this third photo?" he said, holding up the one with the come running out of the wife's hole.

"Yes?" the drunk answered. He could hardly wait to hear what the little man might say.

"See that look on her face? She looks happy and contented. But it looks to me like she just had a light workout. If I had been the one who had been on her, she would look all worn out. Maybe she would look afraid or in awe and not believing what had just happened to her. Her body would be wet with sweat everywhere. And that little hole, if I had just gotten off it, would look twice as wide. It not only would be pink, like it is in that photo, it might be raw and red looking, and the come running out would be all over her pussy, her ass, the bed, and maybe even down to the floor."

The drunk's eyes got wide as he stared at the photo and thought about his wife looking that way. "I would love to see that." He went back to sucking. Then added: "I have had another fantasy about her, where she is raped, gently, by several men in a row. She might end up looking just like that too, the way you just described."

The leprechaun was ready with his reply. "Yes, that is what she might look like when I was through with her, like she had just taken on several men."

The drunk seemed very excited now. "I would love to see that. I mean, not only see her looking that way, but getting to see you do it to her until she got that way."

"Yes," laughed the little man. "You would have a job to perform after watching me fuck her. As she was lying there like in that photo, I would be stroking my dick and maybe watching you as you use your mouth to clean her up. She would be caressing your head while you suck up the juice, my juice, and her eyes would be looking up into mine. My dick would be hard again, and I would make sure that she saw it and ask her if she could take it one more time. She would be afraid to say 'No,' because she would want it, and afraid to say "Yes,' for fear that you would be jealous that she liked it so much."

The drunk took his mouth off the penis, stared at the photo of his wife, and nodded. "It would be wilder than my biggest fantasy I have had about her. I'd love to see her just lying there afterwards, unable to move and all worn out from getting the best fucking in the world!"

"That's how it would be, if I could come to your home with you."

The drunk went on, revealing more of his fantasies about his wife, "I've even thought about how it might look when she finally climbs out of bed after having a big guy, or several guys. She would be weak, barely able to move, and when she stands up, cum, tons of it would start pouring out of her. She would try to catch it with her hand, and as she walks towards the bathroom, she would stagger and almost fall. Then she would make it to the toilet just in time to have a gusher of cum pour out into the toilet."

The leprechaun laughed. "I have seen just what you described happen with some women I have fucked."

The drunk sighed. "I wish we could do it, let you fuck her. But she would never understand if I brought you home. She'd just be mad as soon as I came in the door, especially with a stranger."

Talk ceased, and the penis, which would fluctuate in size as they talked, seemed to grow still firmer, still larger.

"It is almost time. Prepare to receive what thy have been craving."

As the leprechaun begins to groan, he shoves his dick slightly deeper into the big guy's mouth. The big guy's entire body quivers as he begins swallowing a hot load of thick salty cum which blasts into his mouth with spurts that never seem to end.

The Leprechaun even groans a little from the pleasure, and his hands, with the photos still in one of them, are caressing the drunk around each of his ears.

"Ahhhhh, you have brought forth a load most worthwhile," says the leprechaun, whose legs are quivering. "Now milk it down into thee mouth. Let not a drop go to waste."

The big guy is still swallowing and he keeps his mouth over the huge wang, which is slowly going soft as he milks it with his fingers and mouth. More juice drains out and down his throat.

"We can wait just a minute or so, and as my penis grows still softer, more come shall flow. In the meantime, you can take care of your problem."

Now the drunk begins to stroke his own penis as the Leprechaun watches from above. It does not take long, maybe 30 seconds. The little in comparison penis begins throbbing, blasting several spurts across towards the front of the toilet bowl. There are six, seven, and a final eighth spurt as the cock begins winding down. His come was spent, but his throbs last for several more. The drunk groans. He is tired. Tired, drained, and very happy.

"And that was a good come for you, was it not?"

The drunk could barely speak. "Yes, it was one of my best!"

"Soon, as you come like that, it will be spurting from a penis much larger. Now, in just a minute or two, ye shall have one more mouthful."

They wait, and after two minutes, the little man says, "give it another squeeze, like you are milking a cow." The drunk gave the now dangling penis a firm stroke, going from the pubic hair all the way out to the end. He was milking the meat, and the meat did produce still one last blob of cum. He sucked, and as he did, it looked like he was still truly enjoying his chores, even though his erection had gone down. He continued to milk and suck, even though come no longer flowed.

A minute passed, and the drunk was still sucking. It appeared like he wanted to continue, even after having drunk his fill. He even held the penis in one hand and laid it alongside his cheek, as if he wanted to cuddle up to it. And then, just as if he was a woman with a new toy, he said, "I just love this cock. Even after shooting a giant load, it feels so big, so soft and yet so big." Another blob appeared, and when the drunk saw it, he hurriedly gobbled it up. He continued to

hold it, then placed it sideways to his mouth and nibbled up and down along the side of it, as if it was a corn cob. He softly chewed on it, as if it were a dog's chew toy. To a casual observer, it would have looked as if he was in love with the penis he was holding, so tenderly.

Finally the little guy says, "That will do it. You have taken the juice and soon you shall have one close to this for thyself."

The big guy is still trying to get the load remaining in his throat down as he watches the little man sticking his penis, which is now soft and down to eight inches into his pants and zipping up.

Then the drunk remembered the photos, and holding out his hand, took them when the little man dropped them into his hand. Clearing his throat, the man excitedly said. "I can't believe that I am going to have a dick that big!"

Meanwhile the Leprechaun has stepped down from the toilet and unlocked the door.

And the little guy says, as he looks over his shoulder and runs out, "And I can't believe you thought I was a leprechaun!"