Litha, or Midsummer Eve, is the name given to the Wiccan Sabbat. It is the longest day and the shortest night of the year. Light triumphs, but will inevitably begin to fade as Autumn approaches.
This is a time of abundance in plants and wildlife, including people. The holiday is a joyous one too for witches and wizards, especially the males, as their masculine energies get fired up. This then, was the setting for Holly Goodman's fifth-year reunion, June 21st, 2024. As one of the ex-students most interested in the date, Holly had organised that evening's celebrations and had hired rented a house with a courtyard in Canary Wharf from Mrs. McDonald. It was really a diversion on her part at the moment as it had been six months since her dream lover, David Watts, and his fiancé Jennifer Hunter had been married.
She had finally come to terms with the inevitable. That being she and he were never to be a couple. Although she still harboured strong feelings for the exceptional Wizard, she had quickly considered her own position and had accepted that she and Jennifer's brother Jeffrey would wed also.
She had fucked Watts on a few occasions and knew that she would fuck him again if ever the opportunity arose.
As David had moved to London, she had taken the opportunity of the close proximity to sleep with him on several occasions. Before he told her of his rekindled romance with Jeff's sister that is.
He and Holly had shared a bed on and off for the best part of five years year now and were engaged. But as the attractive and amorous Witch had disappointingly found out, Jeff was quite ineffective in matters of a sexual nature. Whereas Watts was hot indeed and had always brought her to orgasm. Jennifer was one very lucky Witch, she thought with a twinge of downright jealousy. By her own admission, the seemingly angelic brunette had become an insatiable young Witch the minute she reached adulthood, and David easily brought out the tiger in her.
What the hell, she loved sex and had no guilt or remorse as she welcomed male and female alike into bed. She was a shameless flirt, a sultry minx, and an insatiable vixen between the sheets. Things had slowed up some now she was a more mature twenty-four-year-old, and she and Jeff had moved into a modest flat close to David and Jennifer. She had put all her energy into the reunion and had decided on a whim to have a masquerade theme, and all were expected to appear in period costumes and masks.
She had laid on lashings of food and drink with the help of fellow Witches, Sue and Viv. All day her kitchen smelled of cooking. Later, they drove in a hired van to the location with the savoury dishes and sweet servings such as chocolate mousse, cream cakes, and treacle tarts. A particular favourite of David's. Drinks were served up in golden goblets including white wine, juice, and, fizzy cola.
As the guests duly arrived at the hour of seven, Holly smiled proudly at the awe-inspiring display of food. She looked radiant in her cream-colored gown with the mesh sleeves and a low neckline. Her face was adorned with a Half Verona Mask in silver and black and she had pinned her long hair back on top of her head. Many heads turned in her direction s more guests arrived.
Beside her, Jeffrey was considerably well dressed, thanks to his better half, and looked quite dashing in a snug black eye mask and a Victorian Gothic Vampire costume. As they came into view of the food spread out on the tables his eyes popped out of his head. He released Holly's arm and ran off to the nearest table.
"I'm so hungry, I feel like an Ogre!"
Holly raised her eyes to the ceiling in despair as he dived into the bountiful feast.
"Oh, Jeff! you're always hungry!"
A pity he didn't apply the same enthusiasm for eating her pussy, she sighed in resignation. It was then that she saw his sister waving at her with her husband on her arm. She rushed over and gave her and David a big hug and stood back to admire their chosen costumes.
Jennifer had a velvet cat mask which went well with her floor-length black velvet dress. David had a jester-type mask that hid most of his face and the front part of his head. He had chosen an amusing Venetian Harlequin costume with black and white patterned diamonds on his waist-length tunic, and three-quarter pants.
"Holly! You look amazing," said an admiring Jennifer.
"Thanks, you too. So, how is married life? I'm glad you both could make it. Five years! Gosh!"
"I know," gushed Jennifer. "Where's Jeff?"
"Where do you think? Check out the food tables."
David wandered off and the two Witches were left to welcome old friends and guests.
"Do you think Danny is here?" wondered Jennifer, biting her lip under her mask.
"I heard he is daring to show up with Paula Pritchard. The stuck-up Witch. Wouldn't put it past them."
"Are they still an item? I heard that he took her virginity the second she turned eighteen."
Not much had been heard of Danny Richards since the last time Holly had met him and both had shared an unfortunate occasion. In a truly bizarre twist, the pair of them had surrendered to their primal urges and they had done the dirty deed, much to her chagrin. (See part three).
After the tables had been drawn back to make room for dancing, Holly saw the figure of David in the Harlequin costume leaning against a wall alone. She slid in beside him and her flowery fragrance filled his nostrils.
"So, congratulations on your sixth-month anniversary."
"Thanks. I thought it was the right time to settle down."
"I'm sure you will make Jennifer very happy."
It was hard to look into his eyes or even read his expression. But Holly hoped he felt just a glimmer of the sadness that she had at the inevitable news.
"It was meant to be, Holly. I trust you agree."
She shuffled on her three-inch heels and pouted with acute disappointment.
"I suppose. Did you ever harbour any feelings for me? Or was it just lust for my body?"
"Holly! I could never, you know, unless I had a certain. Certain..."
"Need to ravish me?"
"Affection, yes. A certain affection. It's different with Jennifer. We share so many things."
"Right, like bodily fluids."
"We all have to grow up. I'm sure Jeffrey will make you very happy."
"Humph!"
David peered out through the small eye holes of his mask as he looked at his groin being sensuously groped and fondled.
"For the love of Merlin! Will you behave!"
"Meet me in the Courtyard, babe. I simply must have you one last time."
"I don't know. Maybe we should..."
He paused as he gazed at the trim figure of what was probably his best female friend. She resembled a Princess from some fairy tale and he felt a knot in his belly as tried to avert his eyes from the desirable vixen.
"I'll be waiting."
Holly squeezed his nuts and tottered out quickly with her dress up in her hands as she hurried off to the covered stone rear section. The sun had long ago dipped in the clear sky and she inhaled the night air through her mask. She waited patiently until behind her came the sound of footfalls scraping across the stone floor and a thrill of anticipation ran down her spine. She turned side on and this move revealed her bare left thigh to the man who had joined her.
"I knew you would come."
The figure stood stock still as a waft of a breeze blew across the yard with a whisper of air across the girl's cheek.
"You don't say much, do you?" she asked as he spoke no words to her.
She noted his heaving chest under his Harlequin tunic and her own heart beat loudly as she let him drink in her brazen gown. He answered her by gripping the small of her back and drawing her body roughly to his. Holly gasped but put up no resistance as the silent man lifted up the front of her dress and clamped his right hand to her desirable mons. She glanced down to see his manhood stir under his pants and form a very visible bump on his left side.
"OH!"
Holly yelped as her skimpy underwear was torn asunder so that her silent admirer could feast on the deep V of her bald pussy with the captivating slit. Unable to kiss properly with their chosen masks they made do with bumping heads and panting hard. All the while the lust-crazed Witch humped his hand which stroked and fingered her heated muff urgently. He pushed his pelvis forward and Holly hugged his upper body as his pronounced erection lodged firmly in her parted thighs under her opened-up dress.
"David," she croaked with a dry throat.
His hand left her moistening sex and traveled across her flat belly in an upward direction. She murmured under her mask as he wrenched down the neck of her dress and cupped her pert left breast, now with a very erect nipple. Holly shivered in ecstasy as he pinched and thumbed her hard nub and her thighs made scissor motions as her quim dampened and moistened her inner thighs. He blew air on her exposed nipples that puckered and hardened like they always did.
Then his hands were everywhere. Stroking both of her breasts, gliding up and down her sides, and further inside to her heated loins. The resulting arousal made her juices pool between her upper legs and her lower body undulated with her desperation for his cock. She yelped a second time as she was unceremoniously spun around to gaze out across the grounds. Her dress was lifted up high over her narrow back and she felt her fabulously taut bottom smoothed out with two hot palms.