A blinding flash, and Melvin blinked. Bridget was suddenly in his face, kissing him. Melvin felt her tongue invading his mouth, twirling with his own, and then she pulled away with a soft moan. He looked down and saw that he was pumping into Morgan's glorious pussy, his cock a slick pink pole sliding in and out, while Bridget rode her face. Bridget's hands were on the back of his neck, and she leaned in, their foreheads touching.

"Choose me, Melvin. Please, God. Choose me," she whispered and kissed him. Intense pleasure flooded over Melvin, and he closed his eyes.

Another white flash. This time Morgan was bending over, Melvin plowing into her doggie-style while her face was buried in Bridget's cunt. Her long hair billowed over her back and hung over the sides of her ribs, whipping back and forth. Morgan's ass slapped against him, her flesh rippling. Melvin bit his lip, feeling her tight wetness wrapped around his throbbing cock. He knew he had to be dreaming, the feeling of fucking Morgan was too good to be real. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and it clung to their skin.

Bridget's face clenched, and she suddenly began to fling her head from right to left.

"Yes, oh shit, yes!" she cried in a high pitched voice, and Melvin could hear Morgan, her deep laughter muffled by Bridget's pussy.

Another white flash, and Melvin couldn't see a damn thing. Then he realized that he was on his back, and one of the women's pussy was in his face while the other one rode his cock. His tongue was deep inside of the woman on top of him, her juices dripping down his face. A gutteral moan above him told him that it was Bridget. Apparently, Morgan had called his dibs on his cock.

He heard wet, smacking noises which he could only assume were the two woman kissing. Dammit! Even in his dreams he had to miss out on seeing some of the good stuff. Morgan's pussy had a vice grip on his cock, and Melvin's saw stars behind his eyes for a moment as he felt her speed up her pace on him.

"That's it, Mel baby. Oh, fuck!" she cried in her musical voice, and Melvin lost it. He felt the world spin, his cock squirting into her, and then a white flash stung his eyes.

When he could see again, he was faced with one of the leprechauns. It was smoking a doobie with the three-headed dog. The leprechaun frowned at Melvin.

"What the fuck you lookin' at?" it said with a Brooklyn accent and then punched Melvin in the face. Everything went black.