Literotic asexstories – Stacey by Kirk482002,Kirk482002
While getting a long weekend off from college, I was invited to a party by my friend, Sam, at his girlfriends’ house. I was told to bring somebody, but having no one to bring, I brought beer instead.
Sam had just started to date this girl, Lisa, and she was a party animal. Every weekend it was party time at Lisa’s. I arrived a little early since I was bringing the refreshment, and bumped into a tall, olive completed, long black haired, curvy girl who was sporting a cast that ran up to the top of her thigh. She was beautiful. I mean beautiful like, ‘Catharine Zeta Jones’ with nice boobs, beautiful.
“Hey, hey, hey! Watch the injured and infirmed!” she said, as she started to laugh.
“I’m really sorry, uh,” I said, as the beauty before me sank in.
“Stacey, and who might you be, bearer of my beverage of choice?” she said, as she grabbed a beer out of my arms.
“I’m Wayne,” I said, regaining my composure.
“So, Wayne,” she said, leaning up against a doorway. “Who are you with tonight?”
“I’m alone. I’m not seeing anyone right now,” I replied, as I set the beer down on the kitchen table. “How about you?”
“I’m afraid I’m in the same boat as you. When I busted this thing,” she pointed to her leg. “Mister wonderful dropped me.”
“Because of that?” I said, unbelieving.
“Yeah. Now he has a blonde bimbo that can’t count to five. Sooner or later he’s going to get tired trying to explain everything to her,” she said with a smirk. “Hey, let me catch up to you later, Wayne,” she said, as she grabbed her crutches and wondered off to meet some newcomers to the party. I finished putting the beer in the fridge and sought out Sam.
I found him talking with Lisa and some other couples. I pulled Sam away and asked, “Do you know Stacey?”
“No, I don’t. I think she’s Lisa’s friend.” He pulled Lisa aside. “Hey, Lisa, what’s with cast lady?”
“Stacey?” Lisa turned to look at me and said, “She’s weird with a capital ‘W’. She’s into witchcraft. I didn’t invite her. She must have tagged along with someone else.”
“Witchcraft?” I asked, jerking a thumb in her direction.
“That’s what I hear. If I were you I’d just forget you met her. There are other girls here that came solo like you,” said Lisa, as she turned to talk to others.
Sam just gave me the ‘whatever’ shoulder shrug and went to get a beer.
I followed Stacey around the party at a discreet distance trying to pick up as much as I could about her, as she talked to others. I found that she had a tremendous sense of humor and loved to tell stories. She also seemed to have an infectious personality. Everyone was soon laughing and smiling when she came around to talk.
She turned and started to head in my direction. I tried to act like I wasn’t watching her and she said, “Wayne? Can you get me a refill?” I got her one and opened it for her.
“My, aren’t you the gentleman?” she giggled. “I guess by now you’ve heard all kinds of things about me. Mostly that I’m a witch.”
“Well, not really…”
She put a finger to my mouth she said, “Don’t lie. I don’t like it when people lie, even if they are trying to be nice.”
“Besides, I’m a white witch.”
“I can see from the expression on your face that I’ve just lost you. Black witches serve Satan. White witches are the opposite. We cast spells for good, love and health. That kind of thing.”
“Is it a hobby?” I asked.
“No, it’s a commitment. But for good not evil.”
“I’m sorry, I just have to ask this question. If you cast spells of health and protection, how did you manage to bust your leg?” I asked, trying to keep a straight face.
“My ex boyfriend and I were skiing and I cast a protection spell on him. We both were in the same accident, but he was unhurt. I got this,” she said, pointing to the cast.
“How long ago did this happen?”
“Four weeks this Sunday,” she replied. “Enough about me, tell me about you.”
I gave her a Reader’s Digest condensed version of my teen life and got us a couple more beers.
We continued to talk and tell stories when all of the sudden she got an odd look on her face.
“Can you help me get upstairs to the bathroom?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, startled at the change in subject.
I helped her up the steps the best I could and waited for her outside of the bathroom.
After a few minutes and a few thumps coming from the bathroom, I heard her say, “Wayne, do you think you could help me a second. This bathroom is so small, I can’t use my crutches to get off the seat.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to get Lisa?” I asked, not really wanting to go in there.
“No. I’ll be the joke for the rest of the party and probably many more to come,” she replied.
I closed my eyes, opened the door, and entered. I closed the door behind me, and reached out with my hand to find her. I felt her grab my hand and forearm with both of her hands.
“Okay, 1, 2, 3, go,” she said.
I pulled back and she got up and steadied herself.
“Are you okay now?” I asked with my eyes still closed.
“Yeah, thanks,” she answered.
I turned and left the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged.
“Sorry about that,” she said.
“No problem,” I replied.
I helped her back downstairs and found her a place to sit. At first she just looked at me. Then she said, “Someone earlier told me that you were a nice guy. I guess they were right. Any other guy here would have burst in, take a few pictures for posterity, and try copping a feel while helping me up. Thank you for helping me. I’m really glad I met you tonight. I hope we see each other more.”
Before I could reply, a friend of hers came over and told her it was time to go. We exchanged phone numbers and she left.
That night when I got home, I had a raging hard on that took three wanking sessions to take care of. The whole time, I had the face of Stacey on my mind.
On Monday, I finished class and went to my part time job at a grocery store. I was sent out to a storage trailer outback to get some cases of ‘Funny Face’ drink mixes (remember them?). They were all the way up in the nose of the trailer. As I pulled them out, the freight shifted and collapsed on me.
I waited for the pain and blackout to occur. It didn’t. In fact, I was fine. I should have been crushed, or at least severely injured. Instead I was simply stuck. After an hour of yelling for help, someone in the store finally decided to go find out what happened to me. It took the better part of the evening to dig me out. They couldn’t believe I wasn’t hurt, either.
When I got home, I called Stacey to tell her what had happened. She was surprised as to what had happened but seemed totally unfazed by the fact that I was okay. She asked if we could get together some time that weekend, so we set a time on Saturday. That night I had another raging boner that simply would not go away, no matter how many times I wanked off. I went to bed exhausted.
That Saturday, as I was driving over to see her, I got caught in a police ‘speed trap’. A middle-aged cop walks up to the car with his ticket book already out, pen in hand. That’s never a good sign. I gave him my license and registration and insurance stuff. He stuck his head in the car and looked around.
“Wayne, I caught you doing 35 in a 25 mile an hour zone. What do you have to say for yourself?” asked the cop.
“I’m sorry, I was daydreaming about a girl I was going to see a couple of streets over. I guess I failed to notice the change in the speed limit, sir,” I said.
He looked hard at me for a minute or so and said, “Okay, I was a teenager too. You seem like a good kid. Just keep your eyes on the road and on the posted speed limit.”
He put his ticket book back in his pocket, handed me my ID’s, and said, “Have fun.” Then he gave me a wink, and walked back to his car.
I thought I was dead for sure. I drove on to Stacey’s house, picked her up and we went to see ‘Star Wars’. I told her about getting stopped by the cop, but she seemed nonplussed by me getting away with a warning.
After getting something to eat, I was taking her back to her house when she asked me to come in. She said her parents were in Florida visiting her aunt.
“I’m not sure if …”
“Hey, I know you’re a nice guy and all, but get your ass in the house.”
With that type of logic being used, I had no choice. I helped her in and she wanted to change clothes. I sat in the den, waiting for her. After a few minutes, I noticed that I was getting another one of those monster erections. I put a pillow from the couch on my lap and tried to play innocent. When Stacey came out of her room, she was wearing a simple robe. I had a feeling that there was nothing on under that robe except the cast.
She sat down next to me on the couch. I don’t know what type of perfume she had on, but she smelled nice. She had touched up the little bit of makeup she used, and was looking more beautiful than ever. She reached over to hold my hand. I looked down at her hand. It was smooth and soft to the touch. She had long fingers that ended with well-manicured nails that were actually her own.
“Thank you for tonight, Wayne. I usually have to fight guys off in the movies. I really had fun. So, tell me, anything else odd happen this week?” she asked, as she ran her hand up and down my arm.
I couldn’t think of anything else so I said, “Not really.”
“Oh,” she said softly as she continued caressing my arm. “Nothing else?”
Things were beginning to get real uncomfortable in my crotch. I had to shift a little to allow my cock to move to a less confined position.
“Maybe if you think real hard, you’ll remember something,” she said, as she leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
We began making out on the couch and I’ve got to say, she was a great kisser. She liked to giggle and say dumb things, like a little kid, as we broke off kisses, and it made me like her all the more.
Soon it was 2 am and time for me to leave. I still had the hard on and I knew there was no way of getting out of the house without her noticing it. So I said my good byes and walked to the door as quickly as I could. That night, I wanked off so many times, that my cock was literally raw on Sunday.
That week, nothing of note happened with the exception of another rock solid boner on Wednesday night. I called Stacey a few times and she said that she wanted to go to a drive-in movie on Friday night (if you were born after 1980, you probably never were at one). They had some kind of triple creature feature for $4.00. She was going to bring the snacks and refreshments.
Friday night came and I picked her up. I had a huge ’68 Buick station wagon and it got about 5 miles to the gallon. It had a back seat that you could adjust forward or back. When the back seat was furthest back, there was at least 5 feet from the back seat to the front seat. Perfect for Stacey to stretch out that cast of hers.
As we headed to the drive-in, Mr. Happy came to life. We sat in the back seat, made out, and kind of watched some of the movies. The whole while, my cock was thumping away in my jeans. It made for an uncomfortable evening.
After that night, I started to realize that I really liked this girl. She wasn’t weird. She was simply very outgoing. I found myself wanting to spend as much time with her as I could. I never did anything with her other than make out. I respected her too much.
We continued to date. Stacey finally got her cast off. Spring arrived and graduation had come and gone. I had aced my finals and passed the CPA test on the first try. I had lost weight and was feeling better than I ever had in my life. Strange things continued to happen to me, like last Saturday. I was on the interstate doing 65 when the guy in front of me hit a bump in the highway and his rear bumper fell off. I had no time to react and ran right over the thing. It made a terrible crashing noise under the car. I pulled off to the side and got out, expecting the worst. There was no damage. Not even a scratch or a blown tire. Unbelievable. I also was still getting those monstrous hardons every couple of days and every time I was with Stacey. The more I saw of her, the more I found myself falling for her.
I got a great job at an accounting firm. I found an apartment, just minutes from my job. On the day I moved in, Stacey came over around dinnertime with some Chinese food and a bottle of wine. We sat on the floor and ate as she admired the view from the windows. I became aware that I did NOT have an erection for a change. It was nice to be able to act normally without having to hide the thing. After eating she helped me set up the bed and hook up the TV. We sat on the bed watching TV, when we started to fool around. After a few minutes, Stacey broke it off and started to talk.
“I usually don’t date guys more than a few times. They always seem to show their ‘jerk’ side by then. I know for certain you’re not a jerk. You’re the nicest guy I’ve ever known. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I believe that I’m falling in love with you, Wayne,” she said, petting the side of my face.
Looking back into her eyes, I knew that I had already come to the same conclusion about her weeks ago. So I said, “I know I love you, Stacey.”
We kissed again with more emotion than ever before, if that was even possible. She broke off the kiss and said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She got off the bed, grabbed her purse and went into the bathroom.
As I waited for her, Mr. Happy woke from his slumber, and was soon thumping away.
She finally came out of the bathroom and was wearing a nightgown. I wasn’t totally surprised by this, but I was surprised at just how totally beautiful she was. She had flawless skin, and a shape like a goddess.
She walked over to the bed and started to unbutton my shirt. She said nothing as she undressed me, and did so with slow deliberation.
Soon she got to my underwear. She had a problem getting them off because of how hard I was. She finally freed me, and my 9″ cock was free to bob at the pace of my heart.
“Wow,” she whispered as she took hold of me.
She laid me back on the bed and caressed my abdomen and cock as she kissed me on my chest.
“How many girls have fallen victim to this club you have down here?” she giggled.
“Well, I’ve never gone all the way. The few girls that came this far, usually got scared by it, and that was the end of it,” I said.
“You’re kidding. Are you saying you’re a virgin?” she asked unbelieving.
“I guess so.” I replied, feeling stupid.
“No one has wanted to feel this weapon?” she asked, as she continued to stoke my abdomen and cock.
“Like I said, when they see it, they run.”
“Well then, I’m going to make it worth the wait,” she said.
She removed her nightgown and laid down beside me. I reached for her and felt the softness of her skin and the fullness of her breasts. She in turn was making short jerks on my cock, just under the head. It was having the desired effect, although too quickly. She kissing my neck and whispering that she loved me, when I decided I had to say something before it was too late.
“Maybe you better stop a second,” I managed to get out.
She paused. Then she said, “Do you like what I’m doing? If you do, then let it happen. We’ve got all night. The evening is still young.”
It was hard to argue with that logic.
“Yes, I like that very much. No one has ever touched me down there before.”
“Well then,” she said, as she resumed her jacking and kissing, “Just relax and enjoy.”
That little respite had helped, but it only delayed the inevitable. When she felt I was close, she covered my mouth with hers as my cock erupted with several long streams of spunk that landed on my belly.
When I was through, she broke the kiss and she started to giggle. That got me giggling as well.
“I take it, that that felt good,” she said, reaching for a towel that she had brought out of the bathroom.
I didn’t know what to say, so my giggles turned into a full laugh.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” she said.
We laid together for a while when I noticed that I was still hard. I had one of ‘those’ woodys again. I reached over to caress her womanhood and she stopped me.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to me. Right now, this is about you,” she said.
She reached her hand down and found me still hard.
“I see you’re persistent. Let’s try something else,” she said, as she moved down to the foot of the bed and slid in between my legs.
She licked the entire surface of my cock and balls. I had read about how good this felt, but you have no idea of how incredible it is until you experience it. After getting me all glistening, she slowly lowered her mouth on me and held that position for a few minutes. Even though her head wasn’t moving, her tongue was flicking and swirling all over the head. Eventually she began moving her head slowly back and forth on my cock. Her tongue never ceased its assault on me. She moved one hand to the base of my cock while the other cupped and gently kneaded my balls.
A few minutes of this was all I could take. My balls were tightening and my cock was as hard as it could get.
I gasped and Stacey pulled off my cock just in time to receive four quick bursts to the nose and eyes. She reached for the towel and started wiping off her face. As she did she started to laugh.
“The next time we do this, a little more warning would be appreciated,” she said, wiping the spunk out of her eyes.
She laid back down next to me and we talked again for a while. Again, I noticed that I was still at full erection. She reached down and felt for me.
“My turn,” she said.
She straddled me, and lowered guided me into her.
“Damn, you’re big.” She said, clearly enjoying herself.
She began a fast rhythm that she seemed to like.
“My God, you feel good,” she said between clenched teeth.
She continued faster and faster until she collapsed on me. I felt her muscles contracting on me. She was breathing hard and appeared to be tears in her eyes.
After a few moments, I asked, “Are you okay?”
She whispered, “I’ve never cum like that before,” as she continued to try to catch her breathe.
After a few minutes, she started again and this time used a more leisurely pace. She leaned forward and kissed me several times. She eventually changed to a grinding motion more than humping and soon she stiffened, gasped, and her muscles were again squeezing my cock.
This time she stayed sitting on me. As she opened her eyes and saw me looking at her, a wide smile crossed her face. She let out a big gust of air.
“I need a break,” she said, as she climbed off of me and laid down beside me.
We petted each other in silence for at least a half an hour, staring at the ceiling.
Eventually, she reached down, and found me still hard as a rock.
“Damn, I’m good,” she said, under her breath.
“?” I thought.
“Okay, let’s do it the old fashioned way,” she said, as she rolled me on top of her.
“I don’t want you to stop until you cum,” she said.
She guided me in and we started to really make love to one another. I felt as though I was becoming a part of her, and she a part of me. She shuttered and came several times before I felt the moment coming for me. I guess I must have broadcast it in my body language because as I got close, she closed her legs around me and whispered, “Yes, yes, let go. Let me have it. I need you to cum.”
I pressed my cock as hard as I could up her womanhood and came in several hard contractions. She put her hands around my back and my head and pulled me hard to her.
When I was through, I rolled off of her and sat on the side of the bed. Mr. Happy was finally satisfied. She rolled on her side and propped herself up on her arm.
“Well, was it worth the wait?”
“My God, I love you,” I said, as I pulled her up to kiss her hard.
” I love you too, honey.” She answered as best she could as I manhandled her lips with mine.
I eventually went out to the kitchen and found a bottle of wine that I had stashed, and brought it back to the room. As I poured, she started to speak.
“I have a confession to make. I told you before that I’m a witch. I’ve been casting spells on you since the first time we met.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, as I sipped the wine.
“I’ve been casting health, safety, and fortune spells on you.”
“Thank you, but was that necessary?”
“You didn’t get crushed in the trailer. You didn’t get a ticket for speeding. The bumper didn’t damage your car. You aced your finals, passed the CPA test, and found a great job. Don’t you think that was just a little too much to expect normally? Nobody has that kind of luck without help. That help was me,” she said, as she pointed to herself, proudly.
I thought it through. She was right. There were way too many things going my way.
“However, I have to admit to being a bad girl about something.”
“I’ve also been casting virility spells on you.”
She got a blank look from me.
“Have you noticed any erections that won’t go away? That was me, too. At first I was doing it to see how you would handle it. You did very well. You truly are a gentleman. I also would cast a spell when I wasn’t with you. That way you could have fun all night by yourself. Think of it like a reward for good behavior. Later, I was casting the spell, hoping you would finally make a move on me. I realized the other day that you were never going to do it. I also realized the feelings I was having for you was more than just boyfriend/girlfriend. That’s why I didn’t cast the spell before I came over. I wanted to see how you felt about me without your hormones raging.”
“I brought the spell and my nightgown, hoping for the best. When you told me that you loved me, I went in the bathroom and cast it. I wanted our first time to be special. I had no idea that you were a virgin. I guess everything worked out well,” she said.
“Wow. Can you cast that spell again?” I asked.
“No more than once a day is recommended,” she answered. “Maybe tomorrow, if your up to it.”
She stayed the night with me. In the late morning I noticed that she was still asleep. I noticed that I was sporting some major morning wood.
‘I hope I can satisfy her without the spell,’ I thought to myself, as I gently woke her.
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