The Old Witch – Curse or Blessing

To the Literotica Readers:

This story was categorized as (Sci-Fi and Fantasy) because some aspects are truly unbelievable. All characters depicted in this fictional work are adults of legal age. Please remember, this is just an old retired man's feeble, truly bored mind, and I never intended to hurt anyone's feelings. I hope it is enjoyed by all. Just let your mind wander about the unknown.

The Old Witch -- A Curse or A Blessing

An old witch changes a man's life forever and so much more.

It was just another day.

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Growing up in a small southern town in the foothills of South Carolina, not far from the Blue Ridge Parkway, had its ups and downs. Everybody seemed to know everybody: there were no street gangs, no crime, dull, always laid-back, and peaceful. I was in my mid-sixties, having lived a reasonably decent life.

I joined the United States Marine Corps at the early age of seventeen, doing my four years, with no desire to make it a career. I worked some construction jobs until I was offered a position within the company dealing with computerized maintenance systems installations and as an upper management consultant.

This position turned out to be quite lucrative, and I loved traveling worldwide, working and dealing with clients and their needs. My parents left this world in a plane crash, headed to Mississippi to visit my dad's family. This left me with a hole in my heart that seemed never to heal. Mom was the most kind and loving mother anyone could have ever had. Dad was always a very forceful man, although never at home. Family meant the world to him. Seeing the love in my parents' eyes so often always gave me a warm feeling deep in my heart. Dad and Mom were always there to explain or nurture me into doing the right thing in my young years of life.

I married not long out of the Marine Corps to a wonderful girl, having a son by her. Our life together was a good one until she started having health problems. It came to her dying on the operating table during open heart surgery at the young age of 31.

This tragedy tore mine and my son's lives asunder. Things slowly improved as the years passed, with my son doing well in adulthood and moving several states away for work.

I never remarried, never dated, and slowly became a recluse hermit in my later years. My only relief from loneliness was becoming a total gym freak, working out, lifting weights, swimming, and running almost daily. Being six foot tall with a forty-eight-inch chest and fairly big cannonball shoulders, I wore it well at the ripe old age of sixty-four.

However, the loneliness drove me to exercise more to offset the pent-up feelings of hopelessness. My life never changed; now, the house was paid for, there were no other bills, and I had a lovely 401k from all my consultancy work. I had much to look forward to in my golden years, although, be it alone.

One day, while cruising around the local grocery store, I saw a little, very old lady holding an empty bag of apples, with apples all around her feet as the bottom of the bag had come apart, spilling the apples all around her. Immediately, I dropped down and helped her pick up the apples; we chuckled at the amusing occurrence.

She thanked me and stared at me once we had everything back in a new bag. "I remember you!" she gasped a little, continuing. "Your father brought you to me twice; once, you had burnt your hands rather severely, and the second for a massive amount of hornet stings."

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My mind went off. These two things I had not thought about in many, many years. When I was about eight years old, we lived off Highway Eleven near Table Rock Park. My father owned a hunting/fishing preserve called The Wing & Fin.

We had a clay pigeon 3-away shooting range and a nice-sized lake stocked with bass and crappie. We would also put out quail, pheasant, and chucker birds so hunters could roust them up and shoot them.

We lived in a big old home. The house had a big fireplace and was primarily heated with a central kerosene heater unit and the fireplace. One night, I was cold, so I took a mason jar outside and filled it with kerosene from the little spigot on the tank.

Bringing it back into the house, I stood before the fireplace and just dumped it onto the fire. From the sudden whoosh of flames and the kerosene residue on my hands, I burnt both my hands very badly. The pain was more than I could stand, crying and screaming, waking my dad.

My father rushed me to a nice-looking lady up in the mountains. She took one look at me and asked him for some silver. He started to take some bills out of his wallet, and she shook her hands, saying. "No, I need silver!" He emptied his pockets and found about a dollar and a half in silver quarters and dimes.

She took them in her hands, closed her eyes, murmured something low, then put the coins in her pocket and knelt before me. She grasped my hands, murmuring low and steady. Being a small boy of eight, I thought she was a charming lady, and I pondered if she was as wonderful as my mom. She was holding my hands so gently it felt natural to be with her. In no time, all the pain was gone, and in a couple of weeks, my hands had healed with no scars or marks, as if it had never happened.

The second time, I was about ten years old; my grandparents owned about twenty acres of land. One day, Pappy took his tractor out and knocked down the about six-foot-high brush so we could get to a rather large patch of blackberries in the back of their land. We headed out down the newly made path, my grandfather, my father, my brother, then me, in kind of like a single file to the blackberry patch.

The three of them walking over the top brought out the little devils. As I followed, walking over the top of the giant hornet's nest that my grandfather had knocked down with his tractor, I was surrounded by the entire nest of hornets.

Bees and hornets are pretty different; bees have a barb-like fish hook type of end of their stinger. Once they sting you, their stinger and part of their insides are pulled out of them, and they fly off and die. A hornet is the devil incarnate; since they have no barb on their stinger, these little demons will sting you repeatedly over and over again before they fly away.

Screaming and wailing, my father rushed to me, grabbing me in his arms and swatting the hornets as he ran away from the nest. By the time we were free, I had at least two hundred stings all over my body. He placed me in the car and ran into the house, bringing back a mason jar filled with pocket change.

Driving like a madman, he took me back up into the mountains to that same nice lady again. She took one look at me, gasped loudly and told him to lie me down on the table. She looked up at him and said one word. "Silver!"

He ran back out, retrieving the mason jar of coins, giving her the jar, saying. "This is all I have!" She grabbed a handful of coins and threw them into a pot, adding way over a quart of water. Whisking around the cabin, holding some things, she put many things into the pot. It brewed for a few minutes as she murmured low constantly into the pot.

Adding a little cold water to relieve the boiling temperature, she soaked a cloth in the brew and rubbed it all over my hornet stings as if bathing me in the mixture. She continued to murmur low and steady as she doused me with the liquid. I don't know, although having her nurse me like that felt so motherly. She had the prettiest blue eyes ever. Was it like a mother's love in her eyes?

About ten minutes later, all the pain and swelling were gone. She started boiling a kettle with some herbs in it, sternly saying that I needed to drink this to help with the poison inside my body. When it was over, she tried to return the mason jar of coins to my father since she only needed a couple of handfuls.

Dad told her no, that she could keep the jar and use it as payment for anyone who did not have silver with them and needed her help. Reaching up, she kissed him on the cheek, saying. "Kindness goes a long way; I'll hold on to this for a long time."

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Now, I was looking at this little old lady in a completely different light. She was about 5'4", somewhat thin, although something different about her showed in her face. Yes, she was old, although her face seemed to be that of a younger woman. Noticing her blue eyes, it seemed like I was reliving my past. I introduced myself, and she told me her name was Sophie.

We continued shopping together, asking each other several questions. At one point, I motioned her over and bought her a cup of tea, I had coffee, and we sat down, relishing in the tales of my father bringing me to her for help those two times. She said, "I knew there was something different about you the first time I saw you as a young boy." I retorted, asking her what that was; she smiled. "There was something in your dark brown eyes and how you so openly accepted my help without hesitation or concern about what I was doing to you."

I pondered her words, then asked. "Just what was it that you did to me?" She reached over, placed her hand on top of mine, and spoke. "I bound us together, giving you some of my power. Especially when you had those hornets sting you so many times. I didn't dare to tell your father that you were so close to death."

Continuing with her words, "I knew you would be here today, and I purposely ripped the bag of apples open to get your attention." We continued talking, enjoying the wonderful opportunity of our meeting and getting to know each other better. After a while, I asked her if she needed a ride home from the store. She smiled up at me, "Thank you, but no, my granddaughter Stella is picking me up in a little while."

She reached into her purse, retrieving a square coin-looking object, and handed it to me. It was about an inch and a half square with some engraving I couldn't make out. What amazed me was the weight of the piece; It seemed overly heavy because of its size. She told me to always carry it with me, and it would bring me good fortune.

As I held the square coin in my hand, I noticed that Sophie seemed to have some kind of aura around her now. She smiled, saying, "Now you can see me clearly, right?"

I smiled back at her, "Yes, you seem happier now." Squeezing my hand, and told me, "Good, it's working; you can now see people for what they truly are." Then she wrote down the directions for getting up to her house. "Next Friday is my 90th birthday, and I would love to have you there." This news shocked me with my reply. "How is that possible? We look almost the same age?"

I had forgotten she was still holding my hand; she squeezed it again, saying with a big smile. "You're such a gentleman, and you have no idea what those kind words do for an old woman's heart." I even noticed a deep blush come across her face.

We parted ways, and I thought when she hugged me.

'How can she be this strong? I can barely breathe.'

I didn't see her leave, so I had no idea who picked her up at the store. Everything seemed normal, although now I could see that some people looked happy and some did not. At one point in the store, I noticed an old man that looked confused. I asked him if I could help out, and he said. "I've shopped this store for many years, although now I can't seem to remember where things are anymore."

Walking around the store with him, I helped him find everything on the list of things he needed to purchase. It seemed so nice to be able to help out someone in need. After finishing and going home, I fixed something to eat and settled down after cleaning the dishes with a book. After a while, going to bed for the night, I had some really odd dreams.

The next few days flew by, and it seemed like I had more energy than I had in years. I even painted a couple of rooms in the house. While sitting in front of my computer one night, I took the square coin out of my pocket, studying it closely with a magnifying glass. It looked so strange; none of the inscriptions on it were letters, and I could not find anything on the internet to do with a square coin of any type.

Knowing Sophie's birthday, I searched for something for her. A few days later, I was up in Hendersonville at an antiques store, and found a lovely big pure Silver broach engraved with a scene of a tree with the night sky, moon, and stars in the distance. I thought it was perfect and purchased it. When I arrived home, I painstakingly placed it in a box, wrapping it into a nice-looking present.

By the time Friday rolled around, I had repainted the entire interior of the house; it seemed like I could not sit still like I used to. I even noticed that I needed to add more weight to my workouts at the gym, and my swimming and running had become much less straining. Not knowing how to dress for the birthday, I decided to wear a regular starched shirt, dress trousers, and sports coat as I did for work before I retired.

Setting out for the get-together, I noticed the day was perfect: very warm, clear sky, just another fantastic early fall day in South Carolina. The directions led me up into the mountains, far away from everything. When I arrived at her home, it seemed like it was the only thing up there for several miles.

The house was a very old style looking home, although very well maintained, and it appeared like I was looking at something from the far distant past, maybe at least a couple hundred years ago. I had also brought a couple of bottles of excellent wine with her present.

There was at least a dozen cars around the house, so I parked where I could. No doorbell was on the door; I used the antique-looking knocker, knocking, and stepped back a little, waiting. The door opened with Sophie's face beaming brightly up at me. She gave me a big hug before inviting me in. Taking the wine and noticing the present I was holding, she told me I didn't have to buy her anything.

I reminded her that attending a birthday party without a present wasn't the proper way for someone to be, and she just chuckled. Sophie showed me around, introducing me to all of the guests. I thought it odd that there were no couples and mostly only women. At one point, she walked me up to an absolutely gorgeous woman who looked to be about thirty-five years old.

"Jim, this is Sapphira; Sapphira, this is Jim." She nudged me in the side, continuing. "Watch out about this one; she'll steal your heart and never give it back."

Sapphira very lightly smacked Sophie on the shoulder, saying, "Sophie, don't be so cruel. You know how much I always crave having a man inside me as often as possible." With that, she gave me a sexy, devilish wink, licking her lips.

Damn! This woman was lovely. She was about 5'8" tall with womanly curves beyond compare. Her long, wavy, dark brown hair flowed around her down to almost her waist. Those bright grey eyes seemed like headlights being so light. Her thin, short, very dark red dress showed off an ample bustline, a wasp-like waist, and a fantastic set of hips. Her dress was not overly sexy for the women's party. It was just enough to say to all, (Yes! I'm the sexy one here.) Yes, that statement came through loud and clear.

Everyone chatted for a while, and then the room went silent. A young girl entered, and all eyes were on her.

This was not just any little girl; she had to be the most goth-looking person I had ever seen. She was also tiny, about 5'4" tall, the same as Sophie. Her hair was somewhat of a pixie cut, although the right side of her head was shaved, and her hair was combed over straggly, hanging down to the bottom of her ear on the left side. Totally blacker than black, with a few bright blue highlights throughout.

Her eyes were just as black and haunting and seemed to look straight through you. The goth makeup made her look like some devilish, sexy little evil goddess. She wore loose, baggy, goth-looking clothes, so I had no idea what her shape looked like; I knew she appeared somewhat slender. She walked straight up to Sophie, giving her a big hug and saying, "Happy birthday, Mema." She kissed her on the cheek.

Sophie turned to me with a big smile. "Jim, this is my granddaughter, Stella. Stella, this is Jim, the one I told you about." With a blunt frown, she never smiled, sticking out her hand and shaking mine. "Good to meet you." Then, she abruptly turned and walked away. After she walked away, I just had to ask. "Sophie, why did the room go quiet when she walked in?" Not saying anything, she grabbed me by the hand, leading me over to a small love seat in the corner, sitting us down.

Then she dropped the bomb on me by saying. "Jim, you should've guessed by now what I did for you when you were young. You're in a room full of witches; I am the oldest here, and believe it or not, Stella is the most powerful witch we have ever seen." I chuckled a little; "You have to be joking. Things like that are only in stories and movies."

She picked up a candle sitting beside us and blew it out. Looking up at me, she said, "Watch." she flicked her fingers, and the candle lit up again. Smiling, she held her thumb and index finger together, then vertically opened them up wide, and the flame on the candle rose to almost four inches long. The flame returned to normal when she put her finger and thumb back together. All I could say was muttering. "What..., How...., Huh..., Ah...., Shit....."

She just laughed, saying. "We're all good; none of us are evil. Although, like I said, be careful of Sapphira; if she gets her hands on you, you may be unable to walk afterward. She'll ride you quite hard. She's a wild one she is." Sophie continued. "Most of the ladies here have mentioned you very favorably. If you desired, you would have your pick of any of them."

Shocked as hell, I looked her in the eyes, telling her. "I'm not that kind of man; I could only be with someone I truly cared about." Squeezing my hand and smiling, she blurted out. "Good to hear; I was hoping you were the one." Changing the subject, she wanted to open her presents and have some cake. We rose and returned to the party.

We all entered the dining room, where someone brought out the cake. The cake had nine candles on it, one for every ten years. Sophie, saying she was too old to blow out the candles, she bowed her head for a moment, making a wish. Then, she slowly waved her hand over the cake, and the candles went out as her hand passed over them. I felt genuinely humble at this old woman's power, wondering the entire time if I was safe to be around all these witches.

I felt a hand on my rear end squeezing and rubbing my ass cheek, then very aggressively stroking its way down between my legs. I turned, and there was Sapphira. I had to admit that the sultry look in her eyes was alluring as hell. Without any notice, she kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth. Oh Shit! What a tongue she had. It felt wonderful.

Pulling away, I told her. "Please don't do that again. You're a very sexy, charming woman, although I can't do something like that." She pouted her bottom lip out, saying. "Sophie was right; you are too nice of a man for me."

Sophie opened her presents and told everyone how much she loved them. Picking mine up and winking at me, she opened it. When she brought out the broach, all the women gasped loudly. Shocked, Sophie asked where I found the broach. I told her I found it in an old antiques store while I was up in Hendersonville.

Everyone was still gasping as she continued." Do you know how old this is?" I shook my head no. "This is over five hundred years old. It's a family heirloom that has been lost to my family for over a hundred years now." Her face turned into the biggest smile I had ever seen. Coming over to me, she hugged me tight, kissing me on the cheek, almost whimpering. "This is the best birthday present I have ever received in my entire life."