It was June 21st in New Orleans. The air hung heavy over the city with a threat of the ever-constant summer storm. Humidity moistened the skin making it impossible to stay dry.
The sky held heavy dark clouds filled with droplets of rain waiting to annihilate the passion of the day. The morning clouds released their liquid on our town but by noon the sun had seared the water from the ground.
Today is an important day for us witches and pagans. The holiday began in Wales probably because they had hard lives and enjoyed celebrating what they had. Be it known as midsummer or summer solstice, or St. John's Eve, it is a celebration where the emphasis is placed on new growth and honoring the land.
The deities that rein over this Sabbat are Aphrodite, Astarte, Freya, Hathor, Ishtar, Venus, and other goddesses who preside over love, passion, and beauty.
Blue being one of the primary colors of the festival, I wore a light cotton azure dress with nothing underneath and a pair of sandals. My hair flowed down my back and my whole being was joyous with the electricity of the day.
James was excited; these were his roots for his family hailed from Scotland. He wore his tartan proudly and even his kilt fit him smartly.
As we drove to the site of the bonfire we watched the dark sky grow darker. He asked the spirits to keep the rain at bay. Even though we drove towards the darkness, the raindrops at no time splattered on our windshield.
When we reached our destination, we were greeted with open arms from those we were aquatinted and some faces with which we were unfamiliar. We were introduced all around and the joviality began.
We gathered in the back yard and all waited their turn to enter the circle. One by one each was called to the circle and welcomed in by the Priest and Priestess. Upon taking our place, we waited for the circle to be completed. Once done, the ceremony began.
The altar table was covered with spring flowers daisies, sunflowers, roses, and black eyed susans along with herbs, wine, mead, fresh fruit, and bread. A white candle as it center. At the Four Corners (East, South, West, and North) candles of green, yellow, red and blue flickered in the dusk.
All assembled called on the forces of Nature and the God and Goddess for the blessings of the harvest and prosperity for all. The battle was fought and growth assured. The celebration was complete as all drank from the chalice of life and shared the bread of prosperity.
After clean up the meal was shared and we all got to know one another by telling stories and talking quietly. James and I talked with several friends and shared stories about our recent encounters.
I spotted Susan a neighbor of ours and went to speak with her. She was telling the gentleman she was talking to about our community. When he spoke, I heard a thick English intonation.
"I love your accent," I remarked, "Where are you from?"
"Well, my lady, I am from Manchester, England," he replied.
"Have you been in the states long?" I inquired.
"No, ma'am, I have only arrived. I have come to inspect my mother's property in Florida and visit friends here in Louisiana," he told me.
"What is your name, may I ask?" I requested.
"Yes, my Lady, I am Gareth,"
"Nice to meet you Gareth," I said as we strolled into the back yard somehow losing Susan.
He told me he was a K-9 cop back in England and we discussed the laws there and the actuality of not carrying a gun. I found him very interesting and extremely sexy. I wanted him.
Gareth told me stories of his life and travels. He was a man with a great sense of humor and a smile that spreads to all with whom he comes in contact. I know I couldn't wipe mine from my face.
He asked me about James and I explained to him our relationship. I told him how James was very inadequate sexually but that he made up for it in other ways.
Gareth smiled and asked what I did to become satisfied.
"Well, usually I have a stable of Bulls to attend me," I shared with him.
"Oh, and you will choose a bull tonight before you sleep?" he wanted to know.
"Usually I have something set up, but tonight being a special night for us, I had not set one up because I had no idea what time we would return home. I didn't want to be exhausted and have to send him away," I told him.
"So you will sleep tonight with you wimpy boyfriend and touch yourself because you have not prepared for a lover?" he asked.
"That doesn't have to be so," I smiled.
He took me in his arms and kissed me deep. His tongue jutted down my throat and his maleness pressed against my body.
We heard a noise, he quickly released me and turned to see what it was. James stood at the gate.
"My Lady, I apologize for interrupting. I had not seen you in a while and I was looking for you. Please forgive me for walking in on this," he begged.
"James, I want you to meet Gareth," I called him to me.
"Gareth, this is James, my boyfriend I told you of," I introduced them.
They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.
"James, I want Gareth tonight. Make it happen for me," I commanded him.
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, "I'll go prepare a space.
He went back to the house and Gareth and I talked some more and did some serious exploring of one another's bodies.
I found his cock and my fingers waltz along its expanse. In the dark I could tell that his shaft was extensive and abundant. It's head flared wide and the urethral opining was a nice indention at its tip. I knelt before him and took his silky head into my lips. My tongue darted in and out of its opening and I tasted precum already arriving at the entrance of his man's estate.
Gareth's large hands held my shoulders and stroked my hair as he thrust his cock deep into my starved portal. My tongue licked and flirted with the object of my desire pulling it deeper and deeper into my mouth.
Just as James returned to the courtyard, I felt the blast as Gareth fed me his seed of life and his body wrenched with pleasure. I swallowed his hot cum as fast as possible but some escaped over my lips and dripped onto my chin.
As his used prick slipped out of my mouth, James kneeled in front of me and licked the sticky substance off of my chin.
Finishing, he said, "I have a room for you my Lady!" He kissed me and helped me to my feet.
James led the way followed by Gareth and myself. As we entered the house I saw couples gathered around. There was a couple on the floor in the middle of the living room. He had his cock in her ass and she was playing vigorously with a dildo in her pussy.
On the stairs was a woman with a prick in her mouth and a tongue in her pussy. Another woman was licking her tits and a man was shellacking her ass. Oh, how I envied her and fantasized about the orgasms she would soon experience.
I reached over and touched Gareth's phallus and felt it pulsate in my hand. Turning I smiled at him and whispered, " You like to watch too?"
He shook head yes. At the landing, there was a man masturbating all alone. I walked up to him and took his lonely pecker in my hands. I kissed his wet mouth and ran my tongue down his neck towards his nipples.
I stopped there and ran licking around the Areola and nipped at the nipple. His cock in my hand grew harder and its head flared.
Gareth reached around my body and took my hard nipples in between his fingers. He pulled them and tweaked them with his fingernails causing a delicious pain to run through my voracious body.
Stroking his arrow slowly I led its head to the warmth of my sugarwalls. Teasing that prick I ran it through my vaginal lips. My juices soaked the hungry redness of the flared chief. I felt a shiver run through him.
I continued to yank his member running its head over the head of my now exposed clitoris. Passion grew in my belly and I wanted more.
I felt wetness between my legs. Glancing down I saw James' baldhead and felt that familiar tongue exploring my flooding womanhood.
Gareth's hardness pressed against my back. Still squeezing my breasts, he took his other hand and positioned it at the arch of my ass. Its head slid to the anal opening and just lingered there. His prick never entered me but teased my ass and caused the fluids to prepare her for action.
I felt the pressure rising in the guy's cock. His mouth found my lips and as his tongue rushed down my throat; his hot seed flowed over my erect breasts. The heavy cum slid slowly between my mounds heading for my hot box.
James interceded and captured it before it reached the valley of its destination. His tongue lapped the salty cum off of my belly and then he ran it down to my hard clit giving it a delicate flick before he sped his hot tongue into my pussy one more time.
Gareth's cum assailed my butt crack and tickled as it headed for my pussy. James' adept tongue captured it as it came close to its destination.
"Thank you, ma'am, for that. I thought I would have to do it all myself, there was no one to help. I am in your debt!" he smiled.
I kissed him once again and walked up stairs with James and Gareth in tow.
Breathing deeply, Gareth said, "Wow! I've cum two times and I haven't even been inside of you yet."
James and I both laughed as we climbed the stairs. He led us to an attic room with a feather bed by the window. A full moon had broken through the thick clouds and a beam of moonlight feel across the bed.
"I think Gareth may need some assistance since he's cum twice in the past half hour, James," I directed.
"Yes, Ma'am!" he replied and walked toward Gareth.
Gareth dropped his jeans and sat on the side of the bed. James crawled between his legs and tentatively took his expired rod into his hand. He looked up at Gareth to verify that it was okay for him to proceed.
I saw a smile flicker in Gareth's eyes as his head shook up and down.
James' mouth opened and his hand drew the defunct penis into his wet mouth. Saliva shimmered on his lips in the moonlight. I heard him slurp as he pulled the Choad into his mouth.
I sat on the side of the bed and my hand inched toward my wet cunt. Seeing a cock in James' mouth makes me wet and horny.
I played with my wet pussy pushing two fingers in and out of the sticky wetness from the previous orgasm. I moaned and ran my fingers into my mouth as a lubricant. Then my index finger and thumb came together squeezing my clit.
Holding my female cock between them, I used my other index finger to massage the throbbing little head.
