0 comments/ 39240 views/ 0 favorites St. John's Eve By: MistyMorgan 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. James head bobbed up and down on Gareth's now growing cock. I could tell it had grown to a point where it was deep throating him. Gareth had a smile on his face and James' eyes were big and his dicklett was extending to its full three and a half inches. I crawled over to Gareth and positioned my body between him and James' face forcing James to relinquish his hold on that rod I wanted. My legs on either side of Gareth's I slid slowly down on his now massive prick and I sighed as it filled my coochie. His hands grabbed my waist and he assisted me in the pogo motion as his tool found a comfortable place inside my hot box. James licked his fingers and positioned his hand between our two bodies. He matched the pace and his damp fingertips found my hard clit. He squeezed her then ran his finger around her little head. Fire flared through my body as Gareth's pistoning of my body slowed as the convulsions calmed. He then rolled over onto the bed and lay me under him. Rising above me, his arrow aimed at its target Gareth's prick penetrated my pussy again and again. Deep into the caverns of my wanton body, he pleasured every inch of me. His tongue grazed my lips with fire. His breath, hot with passion, caressed my skin with each down stroke. Agile fingers traced my nipples, the trail to my excited womanhood, and the crevices of my arms. All the while there was another body pleasing the areas he could not reach. James tongue flittered around my clit each time Gareth's body rose above mine. His fingers traced from the back of my knees and flittered ever so lightly up my thighs playing gently just below Gareth's pounding phallus Fire consumed my body. My skin was hot to the touch. My face red with passion and delight was flushed. Droplets of water falling from Gareth's face sizzled as they hit my skin. James found a towel and fanned me to cool my body. Gareth was panting as he continued flogging me with his throbbing phallus. My back arched toward him wanting his seed and begging for him to fill me with delight. He slowed to control the pressure deep within his tight sac. I felt the pressure as the thick seed of life traveled from his body to mine. Swell after swell of delightful pleasure washed over me as his seed found its bed. I felt James' body convulse as his seed fell onto the bed. He scrambled between my trembling legs and his tongue gained entrance into my flooded orifice. I felt the pressure as he sucked and scraped the deposited cum from Gareth. Gareth rolled over on his back. His prick still was pumping its thick fluid over his head. I rolled over taking the pulsating member into my mouth to catch the tasty cum. I licked and sucked him as he closed his eyes. James finished cleaning me and crawled off of the bed leaving the room. I rolled over and kissed Gareth. "You are fantastic. Do you have to return to England soon?" I asked. "Mmmm, yeah that was great!" he cooed in his heavy English tongue. "But yes, I do leave on Tuesday. Only one more day here in the states." "Stay with James and I for that day, we'll take you to the airport!" I begged. "I want you between my legs and fulfilling me until you must go!" "But what about my friends and the tour of the city I wanted to take?" he asked teasingly. "I'll show you around the city and we can even sneak into some alley ways and play dangerously, please say yes!" I pleaded. James came back into the room with two bottles of water and a bottle of ale for Gareth. Taking it, Gareth said, "Thank you James, you're a good boy!" "Thank you, Master Gareth, I do appreciate you taking care of my Mistress and making her feel like a real woman should feel. I am glad you showed her how a real man can please a woman!" he bowed down to Gareth. I drank down one bottle of water without taking a breath. James asked Gareth, "Would you continue to care for my Lady while you are in the states? I know that she would like to feel you in her while you are here. I could tell by the way she responded to you!" Gareth laughed out loud. "I have never been so honored as to be asked to take care of such a wonderful Lady. I would be pleased to service your Mistress while I am in the states," he consented. "Thank you Master, Gareth. May I bathe my Lady now, or would you like to fuck her one more time before I run her bath?" he asked. Gareth looked at my dripping body and the blush on my skin and told James to bathe me. "Then we'll go to your home and I will tend to her one more time there before we sleep," Gareth directed. "Yes Master Gareth, " he said as he lifted my limp, exhausted body off the bed and carried me to a warm tub of water. As the steam engulfed my tingling body, I relaxed further. I closed my eyes as James' gentle hands washed and explored my skin freeing it of the smells of the sex I had just enjoyed. Pouring shampoo in his hands, he lathered my hair and gently washed it careful that no soap fell into my eyes. His fingers massaging my scalp was sensuous and helped me relax even more. My body slipped deeper in the warm water. Using the showerhead, he rinsed the soap from my head and body. He grabbed a fluffy towel and held it in front of himself while he reached for my hand to help me out of the tub. He wrapped me in the towel and led me back to the bed where Gareth had fallen asleep. James dressed me and combed my hair. Then he and Gareth took me to the car and we drove to our home. Once there, James helped Gareth carry me to bed. He undressed me and made sure that Gareth had everything he needed. He then went to sleep in the spare bedroom. The morning sun warmed my face and I was disoriented as to where I was. I opened my eyes and looked around. I found Gareth beside me with no sign of James. I remembered that we were now home. Declining memories of the evening before were dancing around in of my head. Gareth's eyes fluttered as morning greeted him. He turned toward me raising himself on his elbow he looked down at me. "Good morning, beautiful lady!" he smiled. "Good morning, did you sleep well?" I asked. "Yes, I did thanks to you," he assured me. James came in with a tray of coffee. "Did you sleep well, Master Gareth?" he asked as he handed him a cup of coffee. "Yes, very good, thank you," he responded. James handed me a cup of coffee and kissed me on the forehead. "Good morning, Ma'am, I trust you slept well, I know you were completely relaxed as we lay you down last night," he said. "Yes, James, I did sleep well and I enjoyed all of the attention you gave me last night. Both of you!" I told him. "Should we go out for breakfast or should I scrounge up whatever I can in the kitchen?" he asked. "Let's go out, Gareth wants to see the city!" I suggested. "I want to shower first though," Gareth explained, "Wash yesterday off my skin so I can enjoy the new smells that will consume my body today." He climbed out of bed, his glorious prick swaying as he walked. I licked my lips and anticipated tasting him once again. James went down stairs and found some coffee. He brought up three cups and handed Gareth one just before he stepped into the shower. "Ask your lady to join me in here," he directed James. "Yes Master, " he replied. He brought me my coffee and invited me to join Gareth. I took a sip of the hot liquid and let it slowly drizzle down my throat savoring its tart flavor. I climbed out of the bed and carried my coffee into the bathroom. The room was filled with steam as the hot water flowed over Gareth's perfect physique. His muscles flexed as he washed his well-shaped legs. My pussy filled with fluids watching him wash his chest. I climbed in behind him and ran my fingers over his back. He turned and smiled at me. "Want me to wash your tits?" he asked. "Yes, I want you to wash me then lick me dry!" I chuckled. "Oh, my pleasure ma'am!" he laughed as he rubbed soap between his large hands then lathered my body. His soapy hands explored my entire body. Fingers swirled around my breasts and then ventured into my pussy. There they searched blindly for a road map stumbling over the terrain of my sex. I moaned as he wiggled and poked his way around my hot box. My nipples reached for his touch and found his tongue eager to satisfy them. My hands reached for him and the length of his shaft filled them. I soaped my hands and they slid freely the length of his thick pole. I just held them tight around his soap-covered pole as his body worked back and forth. Feeling the pressure building, I slid down the wall and onto the warm porcelain. Gareth knelt between my soapy legs and guided his soapy arrow into the target between my legs. The tub was slippery and our bodies refused to remain stable. We slipped and slid all around the wet surface as the water from the shower splattered on our sensitive skin. Gareth's legs kept slipping away from him. I tried to hold him tight to me but failed miserably. He finally found a hold and quickly fucked my love box with a fervor greater than the night before. His release splashed his body while it filled mine. His weight fell on me and pinned me to the hard surface of the tub. While he caught his breath and found himself again I lay motionless under his weight unable to move. Slowly he pulled his weight off of my body and his cock slipped out of my pussy releasing the overflow or our coupling into the tub. St. John's Eve Sitting on his knees he held a hand to me to assist me out of the tub. I rinsed off before I stepped out and on the other side of the curtain was James waiting with towels to dry my hair and body. As Gareth stepped out he also handed a towel to him. He wrapped one towel around my hair. Then he knelt down and crawled between my legs. His tongue entered my cum laden pussy and tongued me while he retrieved the creampie Gareth had left there for him. I held tightly to his shoulders trying to steady myself and keep my legs from buckling and falling on the floor. Satisfied that he had sufficiently consumed Gareth's entire gift he crawled out from between my legs and covered my body with a thick fluffy towel. He dried my skin and kissed me gently on the neck. His little cocklett was still erect as he walked out of the room. The rain fell as we dressed and prepared to go out in search of some good breakfast. James got the umbrella from the car and covered me so I wouldn't get wet. He drove and Gareth and I played around in the back seat. I discovered that he had a wonderful tongue that could find all of the right places. He was almost as good as James. He did have this technique to set my clit on fire that was like nothing I had ever experienced. His tongue ran along the length of my clit and pushed back the sheath that covered its sensitive head. He would then ever so lightly, blow on the head and flick it with the tip of his tongue. Then nibbling tenderly he stimulated the head so that it felt as if a bee had stung it. The result was a strong orgasm that created spasms throughout my pussy and down my legs. I had to stop to catch my breath. I heard James moaning as he watched Gareth's technique. I knew that he had cum all over himself. We found a great restaurant for breakfast. We had Eggs Benedict, fresh fruit and champagne cocktails. We listened to stories from Gareth about Le Mans, which he visited each year. He shared wit us more stories about being a policeman in England and the dogs he worked with. I loved listening to him talk. As he talked he stroked my leg or arm. He was a touchy feelly type of person and I liked that. I loved the feel of his skin on mine. Where he touched me I felt warm. His accent stirred something in me. The three of us wandered the streets looking in souvenir stores and rambling through the open-air markets of fresh produce. It was fun watching the expressions on Gareth's face as he noticed something he had never seen before. He was especially excited about the ladies that walked around with hardly a stitch on. "They have a lot of women dressed like caught with kerb-crawling around Whalley Range in Manchester. We arrested several of them a few weeks ago," Gareth told us. "What's kerb-crawling?" James asked before I could open my mouth. "Men drive their cars slowly around the red-light district looking for action. It is illegal in Manchester for a man to do that even though prostitution is legal," he explained. "Remind me not to do that when I go to England," James joked. I was getting really horny all this talk about sex and prostitution not to mention the three sex shops we browsed. I found an alleyway that didn't look like it was traveled much. I set James on guard and dragged Gareth into the alley. Quickly, I striped off his pants and pulled out his already bulging prick. Its head was inflamed and looked hungry. I had only put on a dress that morning knowing that I would get horny and want to have sex right away. Gareth looked around cautiously. "What will we do if we get caught? I can't go to jail here!" he questioned. "James will make sure that doesn't happen," I assured him. I kneeled down and took his prick into my mouth. I sucked him hard and ran my tongue around his flared head. It pulsated at my touch and I moaned. "You wanted this as much as me, didn't you?" I teased. "Oh yes, I have been trying to control my urges all day long. I wanted to grab your sweet butt and ram my prick into it everytime I stood behind you," he told me as he turned me around and pulled the hem of my dress up over my back. Gareth bent me at the waist and pulled a small bottle of lubricant out of his pocked. He squirted the cold fluid on my ass and gently rubbed it into my asshole. He placed two fingers into my but and swirled the oil around making sure to stretch my butt as much as possible. Then I felt the sting as his gigantic head forced its way into my tight opening. I bit my lip as the burn turned to pleasure. My hand went to my clit and he pushed it away replacing it by his. His fingers were masterful squeezing and rubbing my instrument of pleasure. The juices quickly flowed into my pussy and down my legs like a slimy slug the traces of my sex ran toward my ankles. One hand on my clit and the other on my breast, Gareth's cock see-sawed in and out of my tight ass. He moaned with the pleasure he had inside of me. I moaned with the pleasure he was giving me. "FUCK ME GOOD!" I cried as I tried to push my body back towards his. "Oh baby, you will be well fucked before we leave this alley!" he assured me. His prick filled my butt so deep that when his seed spilled out of him it didn't even overflow my body. He had aroused me so much that my orgasm matched his. Once he had finished pouring his manhood into my body, I turned on him and knelled in front, taking his depleted tool into my mouth to bring him up once again. It didn't take long. He wanted to continue just as much as I did. Once he was hard again, he lay me on the ground and spread my legs. "James, he called, I need you in here if at all possible!" he called. James came into the alleyway and was ready to serve. You see that pretty pink clit of her's?" he asked. "Yes, Master," he replied. "Keep it moist and stimulated while I fuck her and when I tell you to, I want you to make her explode with an orgasm like she has never known! Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes Master Gareth, I understand!" James exclaimed with a smile on his face. "Baby, I want you to stroke James' prick and let him come all over you when I come, okay?" he asked. "Mmmm, then he can lick me clean, sure I'll do that," I told him. James leaned over me and his tongue grazed the head of my clitoris; my legs jerk from the exhilaration of his tongue touching me. The electricity flowed through my body. Kneeling on his jeans for comfort, Gareth's cock slid easily into my already wet pussy. He grabbed my waist and pulled himself deep into my cunt. "Ohhhhh," he sighed. James bent over me, his jeans unzipped and his cocklett dangling in front of me. I wet my fingers and took his dicklett into my hand. I tugged softly at first helping him to get hard. Once the erection started I pulled harder on his tiny penis and started talking and started talking to him as he licked my clit. "Your tongue is so hot on my clit! I want you to lick Gareth's cock as it slides out of my pussy!" I taunted him. His cocklett grew and became fairly solid. I stroked it slowly, constantly wetting my fingers to keep him lubricated. I lay back for a while and enjoyed his tongue on my clit and Gareth's man-sized penis in my wet pussy. My clit screamed with excitement as James nibbled on its head. My body jerked each time Gareth came down hard in my cunt. He constantly stimulated my G-spot and my body was wracked with pleasure. With the gift of James tongue I could not control my body. I tried desperately to stroke James' pricklett and not lose control of orgasm and myself before the two of them were ready. It was obvious that James was close to explosion, his little cock was leaking precum and had swollen to its full size. Gareth was breathing heavily and sweat was dripping from his face but not being with him long, I didn't know the signs of his orgasm. "Get ready James," he whispered quickly and I felt his seed speeding to the tip of his engorged penis. It splashed against my G-spot causing my legs to jerk. Sliding my hand faster over James' cocklett I brought him to completion and his cum poured onto my skin. He nibbled on the head of my clit and lava flowed deep into my stomach and down my legs melting all bone in my body. Gareth was slow in getting up. As he did so, he leaned down and ran his tongue between my vaginal lips and tasted the mixing of our fluids. "We sure do taste good together, my lady, I wish I could stay here with you!" he smiled. James bent over me and started licking up the salty cum his dicklett spewed onto my skin. It covered my breasts and part of my chest. As he licked my nipples became erect and I moaned as his tongue skimmed over them. Gareth crawled up beside of me. His massive tool hung by my mouth. "Clean me my beauty, I want to look into your eyes as you taste how good we are together," he prompted me. James crawled between my legs and started removing the creampie that Gareth had left him. His tongue re-stimulated the parts of my cunt that had just calmed. I opened my mouth and Gareth guided his still plump prick into my mouth. My tongue licked at the head and then swallowed its length deep in my throat. The taste of us made my pussy wet again. He was right, we do taste good together. I sucked him harder and pulled the rest of his seed up his cock. I love the taste of that salty, silky fluid on my tongue. Gareth closed his eyes as more of his manhood flowed into my being. His arms shook and lost their grip on my body. His weight fell across me and I saw a smile on his face. James completed clean up duty and helped Gareth off me then helped me up. He straightened my clothes and brushed grass and dirt from my hair and off the back of my clothes. He dusted off Gareth and then the knees of his own jeans. Our merry band was ready to travel again only this time equipped with smiles on our faces for we had each experienced a really good orgasm. On the way home we were all fairly tired, the heat had sucked out what was left of our energy reserves. James prepared a light meal of salad, soup and sandwiches. We ate quietly. I think each of us was remembering the day and the excitement of our play and at least two of us were wondering what would happen as the morning dawned and we had to take that drive to the airport. James ran a bath for me after dinner and placed me in the hot water to soak and relax while he cleaned the kitchen. Gareth packed his clothes and made sure that he had everything. He came in and talked with me about the adventures we had shared. "You are a special lady, Mistress. I am glad that we met and shared that special intimacy. I hope that James is not too upset that I occupied so much of your time," he said softly. "I wish I did not have to leave so soon, but I may return shortly. I have another vacation soon," he told me. I smiled, "You will always be welcomed here, Gareth," I assured him. He bent over and kissed me. James returned and took me out of the tub. He wrapped a warmed towel over my hair and another around my body and rubbed me lightly. "Thank you James, for sharing you Mistress with me these past days. It was a wonderful experience and you are a great cuck," he complimented James. "I would like to return again and share your Mistress when I do." "I would like that Master Gareth if it is my Lady's wish!" James told him as his dicklett stood at attention showing his sincerity. We all walked out and into the master bedroom where James tucked me into the bed. He turned down the other side of the bed and invited Gareth to join me. Gareth disrobed and climbed in beside me. His cock already expanding. James knelt beside the bed and held my hand. He kissed my lips and stroked my hair. "Shall I prepare him, Ma'am?" he asked. I held up the large cock and said, "Maybe the second time around, James!" I spread my legs and guided Gareth between them with his penis in hand. James reached between my legs and opened my lips as Gareth plunged his huge tool into my wet cunt. "Yes! Give it to me; give me all of you can so I will have this night to remember until we see you again! I want you Gareth! I want your sex in me and you seed to overflow my banks!" I cried. As his balls hit James' hand James slipped it from between my legs and bent over me. His tongue glazed my erect clit and fire flowed into my belly. I let go of all control and lay there limp allowing them to take me as the wanted. After my first orgasm, James crawled behind Gareth and started licking and sucking his balls. He also licked the length of his shaft as it flowed smoothly in and out of my wet pussy. This quickened Gareth's movements and he rammed my G-spot over and over again in fast succession. I had several mini-orgasms and my breasts became hard demanding attention. I ran my hand to my nipples and squeezed them begging for more. "Fuck me hard! Give me that dick and make me scream for more! I want it all! I want to keep you with me after you're gone!" I cried. On the next down stroke his penis exploded in my entire body and I quivered with the excitement of our orgasms. James licked my clit and pushed his tongue into my pussy with Gareth's emptying penis. The feeling was phenomenal. I could not believe the reaction of my body to the feelings that I experienced. Gareth rolled off of me; James crawled between my legs. Fingers first dipped into the gooey fluid left behind by the flood of Gareth's thick cum. He placed the finger in my mouth and I licked Gareth off of it. He placed a second finger in and came out with more of the heavy cum. This time he sucked it off his hand. Then he bent down and his snake-like tongue found it's way to the rest of h is dessert. His nose rested on my clit because he tried to get very deep within my crevice. It tickled my already aroused erogenous zone. A shutter flowed through my body. "Ohhhhh," I sighed as he bobbed his head up and down in my wet pussy. Gareth leaned over and took my hard breast in his mouth and pinched the opposite nipple causing fire to roam through my body. James found all the elixir he could and rolled off of me. He crawled toward Gareth and took him in his mouth once again. He ran his tongue around the ridge of his head and sucked lightly on the head. I thought I saw his tongue darting in and out of the hole and Gareth leaned back and closed his eyes. His fingers massaging my nipples. As the last of his cum and my juices was erased from his cock, James released it. The two of them fell on either side of me. We all fell asleep in the same bed. The following morning as the alarm jangled us awake we were all reluctant. We knew we didn't even have time for a goodbye fuck. Gareth's plane left at nine and the drive was a good hour. Hands probed my body to feel it's contours but nothing penetrated it. Wet lips touched my breasts and face but no tongues grazed my skin. I was dressed when James announced that breakfast was ready. Gareth followed me to the kitchen. We ate pancakes and syrup, and drank our coffee in silence. James carried Gareth's luggage to the truck. He picked up the dishes and placed them in the sink before we walked out of the door. Gareth held me close to him as we drove to the airport. He checked in and we escorted him to the gate. He checked in for the second time and the steward informed Gareth that there was at least an hour's delay due to a problem with an engine. All of our faces turned from frowns to smiles. James checked out the men's room and gave us the all's clear sign. Gareth guided me inside and we took over the handicapped stall. Laying his shirt on the floor, James made a place for me to lie down. Gareth pulled of his pants and shirt and hung them on the back of the door. "I want this to be a double fuck," Gareth announced. "I want us all to remember the last fuck we had together!" "I'll take the pussy, James the ass is yours," he said handing James his small bottle of lubricant. James took it and the cold fluid caused a shiver through my now hot body. He rubbed some on the tip of his dicklett and then inserted it into my tight asshole. "Ohhhh," he sighed as he entered me. Gareth sucked my nipples as his fingers played in my wet pussy. In and out he finger fucked me. My juices squished between his fingers and they grew thick and slippery. Soon both were slamming their pricks in and out of my body. I had James kissing the back of my neck and pinching my nipples. Gareth filled my pussy with his mammoth cock and pleasured me by kneading my clit. Shots of lightening ran through my legs, arms and fingers. James was the first to cum, his hot cum drizzled down my legs. He knelt between them and started licking his mess off of my legs. Then he started licking and sucking Gareth's testicles. This stimulated Gareth's testosterone and his pace picked up. The power of his orgasm splashed all over my pussy and ran to my ankles. James bent down and again licked the thick fluid off my legs. When he finished, Gareth presented him with his now defunct prick. James licked and sucked my fluids off of him and then nipped playfully at his head. Once cleaned, Gareth took me in his arms and held me close to him. He kissed my face repeatedly saying good-bye. The loud speaker broke up our farewells with the announcement to begin boarding flight 134 for non-stop to Manchester, England. We slowly walked back to the gate. He kissed me good-bye once more; promised to call when he arrived back home. He shook James' hand. "You are a fortunate man, take care of her and I will return one day and we will again find wonderful joy between her legs you and I," he said. He walked to the ramp, a tear filled my eye. James placed his arm around my waist and led me back to the truck. "He was a special Bull, wasn't he?" he whispered rhetorically. I lay my head on his shoulder as he drove us back home. I knew that our lives would resume and be beautiful once again, but first I had to say good-bye to a very special Bull and man. That night as I dozed in the crook of James' arm a breath of air brushed my cheek. "Did you feel that?" I asked James. "Yeah, it was his spirit kissing you good-night," he whispered then turned the light out and held me until I fell asleep. ~ Lady Dora