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I'm not sure where to post this story. First Time? Erotic Horror? (although it's less scary than opening most refrigerators). I know the mods shift things where they belong elsewhere <bless them - heart symbol fluttering lazily to the blue sky as one thinks of CB>
But I thought instead to share the story here. I have 49 accepted, no rejects, so I don't think I'll break any rules for doing this. Really hoping for some feedback. Positive would be gratefully accepted <LOL>
Stirs memories of how I met kbate with my first few Ripples stories. <kiss>.
<Recalling the exchanges> But ths is today.
CHOCOLATE KISSES
By AsylumSeeker
Description: A lonely hermit lures young women with sweet confections
Sherri walked down the north side of Ridge Heights Boulevard carrying a rolled up copy of the latest issue of the Apartment Finder circular. The houses in this part of town were old, three story mansions on large grassy lots sprinkled with huge oak and maple trees. She stopped and double-checked the address, suddenly doubtful she was in the right area. Not only was the street name the same, but the descending house numbers placed her only a short distance away from her destination.
Several curtains shifted in the windows of adjacent houses as nosy neighbors peeked out at her suspiciously. What they saw was visually appealing; a lithe, slender eighteen year old brunette with shoulder-length brown hair and a look of desperation on her otherwise cheerful and exuberant face. The white shorts and purple tank she wore left her athletic legs and a teasing hint of her midriff exposed.
She could feel eyes staring at her. It was more reassuring than it was creepy. She liked the beautiful, well established neighborhood with its ornately decorated homes with carefully manicured lawns and flower beds. But the more Sherri liked what she saw, the more apprehensive she grew. Starting college in a strange town was stressful enough, but doing it on a shoe-string budget left her with few attractive options.
Sherri stopped and checked the ad again. Only an address and brief text description was provided. There was no picture, and more importantly, no price was listed. It merely stated NEGOTIABLE in bold caps. She seriously wondered if it was going to be worth the effort. As she admired the area she sensed that only heartbreak waited.
After rolling up the circular she spotted her destination. Sherri's left hand rose to her full cherry lips as she gasped in shock. It was absolutely gorgeous. The mansion looked amazing. Although well over a hundred years old, the exterior looked brand new. The gothic design was a little unsettling, scary even, but in the light of day it was an architectural masterpiece. Large windows greeted the afternoon sun as frightening cement statues on the lawn and roof cast eerie shadows.
She nervously advanced over the cracked cement sidewalk toward the porch. A lace curtain in a window beside the door moved as she approached. There was a loud metallic sound as a modern deadbolt was retracted. The door opened and a short, old, sweetly smiling woman greeted her with open arms.
"Welcome to your new home, sweetheart," the woman announced with all of the infectious love of an adoring grandmother.
"I'm just looking," Sherri responded, overwhelmed by the surprising greeting. "I doubt I can even afford..."
"Oh, please. Money at my age means nothing at all. I already have more than I need," the woman explained. She suddenly paused. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I've forgotten my manners. Forgive my errant babbling. My name is Claire."
"Claire, it's so nice to meet you. I'm Sherri. I saw the ad..."
She waved her hand with an annoyed look on her face. "That's Rutledge, my son. He's always preaching about the value of real estate. Sometimes...well, never mind about him. I'll show you to your room."
Sherri felt confused. "M'am, we haven't even..."
"Rutledge!" she angrily exclaimed. "He's always worried about money. He's probably concerned I won't leave him as much when I pass on. He's a sorry bastard, but useful at times, I suppose. No, sweetheart, there'll be no negotiations. You can stay free of charge in exchange for a few chores. I'd be grateful just to have some company. It's up to you."
Sherri was stunned. She looked off the porch at the lovely houses that lined the boulevard. She couldn't believe her luck! “All of this at no charge?”
Claire softly chuckled. "It's no paradise. You haven't met Stalin yet."
"Stalin?"
As if on cue a vicious black pint-sized dog appeared out of nowhere, barking wildly. His razor-sharp teeth looked very menacing. Sherri jumped back, gasping in shock. When the white-haired woman snapped her fingers, the animal reluctantly retreated.
“Are there any other tenants?” Sherri inquired.
“Earl lives in the converted basement, but he's no bother,” Claire answered. “Bad hips; he never climbs the stairs. I take him his meals. You'll never know he's there.”
Once inside, Sherri found the home had beautiful, polished wood floors, and walls covered with stylish paper. Throw rugs appeared as colorful islands set on a sea of wood. A staircase greeted them just inside. She followed the woman upstairs at a slow but steady pace.
Sherri was beaming with excitement as she viewed a large bedroom replete with two antique dressers, a vanity table and chair, and a queen sized, four-poster bed. Two large windows looked out across the front lawn.
"You're free to use what's in here, or we might be able to move it downstairs," Claire said, "although I'm not sure how."
"No, it's perfect just as it is," Sherri assured the woman. "Are you sure you won't accept any rent? I wouldn't want to cause any problems between you and your son."
"Ah, I'll make up some story to keep him at bay," Claire reassured the young woman with a dismissive gesture.
* * * * *
The first few days were hectic. Between getting settled into her new accomodations and signing up for classes, Sherri barely had time to do much more than sleep. Finally the weekend was upon her and she had her first real opportunity to relax.
On Saturday morning she awoke just before six. It was an irritating habit to have such a precise body clock, although it had saved her on more than one occasion. She arose from bed dressed only in red bikini panties, her firm breasts jiggling with the motion of her body. There was a chill in the air, and when her bare feet hit the cool wood floor her nipples swelled in size and rigidity. She slipped on a short red silk robe her mom had given her for Christmas last year.
After tying the belt she ventured into the hallway. The house was eerily silent. She passed by several closed doors before reaching the stairs. Sherri quietly descended the wood steps. At the bottom she doubled back toward the kitchen. Claire didn't require much space and gave Sherri two shelves in the refrigerator and one in the freezer to use as her own. A glass of juice sounded good at that moment.
Before entering the kitchen, Sherri noticed the normally closed door to the cellar steps open. These were located directly beneath the stairway to the second floor. She stopped at the open door and peeked down. She saw a tray sitting on a small table at the foot of the stairs littered with the remnants of last night's dinner. Beside it was a chocolate kiss.
"Claire? Are you up?" Sherri softly asked in a concerned voice. "Is everything okay?"
Her questions remained unanswered. Sherri looked for a light switch but didn't fine one. She left the door open and cautiously descended the cool wood steps using what ambient light spilled through the open doorway. At the bottom landing she hesitated outside the basement door. After hearing nothing but silence she shrugged her shoulders and reached for the tray. That was when her attention was strangely drawn to the foil-wrapped candy.
Initially it appeared to be the same kind that was available at practically any store. But upon closer inspection Sherri noticed several differences. First was the shape itself. It lacked the perfect symmetry that a machine consistently produced. It appeared lopsided, heavier on one side than the other. The aluminum foil it was wrapped in was heavier and wrinkled, as if a small piece had been cut from a commercially available roll. The third thing she noticed was the absence of the small white paper tab that was normally sticking out from the top. Sherri concluded that this was homemade.
Since she saw no reason for its presence except as a gesture of appreciation for the discarded tray's removal, Sherri picked the candy up and carefully peeled away the foil. After a quick inspection confirmed its identity, she placed it into her mouth.
"Oh, this is absolutely sinful," she whispered to herself as warmth filled her loins and happiness her heart.
Her eyes fluttered and closed as she savored the wondrous chocolate flavor. Her body relaxed and her heart filled with joy as she thought of a warm summer evening at the state fair, surrounded by the lingering smells of food and candy in a sea of dazzling lights and laughter. As the chocolate melted on her tongue and teased her taste buds, Sherri felt like a kid all over again.
A metallic click jolted her back to reality. She was immersed in total darkness. Her pulse and breathing quickened as fear gripped her body. She felt a cold draught on her feet that send a chill up her spine.
"Is anybody there?" she called out in anxious desperation.
Her body stiffened. The room began to spin. She felt light-headed as if on the verge of fainting.
"Shh... Don't be afraid. I'm with you now," an older man's voice spoke in a calm, reassuring tone. "Just relax and lean back against me."
Feeling as if she might pass out, Sherri did as he suggested. He pulled her into a robe of some type, embracing her with relaxing warmth. The transition from cold to heat chased the fainting sensation away. Now all she seemed to care about was staying with him, remaining cloaked in the fabric shell that protectively surrounded her.
"You smell so good," he told her.
His left hand moved her brown mane aside, exposing the right side of her neck. Sherri sensed what he wanted and tilted her head left, exposing the creamy skin. His soft lips and warm tongue kissed the smooth skin from the bottom of the ear down, feasting on the flesh at the scented base.
She weakly groaned as he kissed, sucked, nibbled, and painfully bit on a mouthful of neck. As he did she felt throbbing pressure against her lower back. She slowly realized it was his stiffening penis that she felt. Sherri shuddered when his fingers grasped the silk robe she wore and slipped it off her shoulders. Once dislodged it slid from her body and settled on the floor at her feet.
“What are you doing?” she frantically asked in a fearful voice. “You shouldn't be doing this. It's naughty.”
His hands slowly massaged her upper back and shoulders, enjoying the silky warm texture of her wonderful body. She quivered with a bizarre combination of fear and arousal that heightened her sense of touch. Sherri felt every ridge and groove of his fingertips as they passed over her sensitized skin. Tingling warmth erupted in her loins as his attention sparked passion deeply inside her frightened form.
“Would you like another piece of candy?” he offered in a tempting voice.
She sheepishly accepted. “I suppose.”
“Reach inside my front pocket and take one.”
Sherri hesitantly moved her hand back and pushed her fingers into a deep pocket. She could feel his balls and the side of his throbbing cock through the thin fabric that comprised the pouch. She curiously touched the hard shaft, smiling to herself as she felt the pulsating mass. He softly groaned, enjoying the attention she was giving him. Sherri felt powerfully drawn to his flesh. Rubbing on him sent electric-like tingling jolts through her body.
Finally her fingers dipped down further and grasped the confection. Her hand withdrew, but not before the fingertips fondled his warm, hard cock and balls once more. The foil wrapper collapsed in her grasp. The chocolate had melted as it lay alongside his swollen penis after absorbing the heat from his body. The thick brown candy spilled from the wrapper and coated her fingers and palm like heavy syrup. She raised it to her mouth and licked herself clean. She savored the delectable taste as her mind briefly returned to happier times.
“Can I have a taste?” he asked.
She lifted her hand up in an innocent gesture of sharing. He guided it to his mouth. He took three middle fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. His hot tongue curled around each one in turn, bathing them in warm saliva. Sherri gasped as she discovered the simple act to be surprisingly erotic. His sucking lips and licking tongue sent shivers up her arm and intensified her excitement.
The hands that caressed her shoulders dipped down, moving to her breasts. His palms cupped the luscious swells as his fingers stroked the supple flesh. A powerful chill shot through her. The nipples swelled larger than they'd ever been before. The pink tips pulsated and ached, as if vying for his attention. He lightly rubbed the silently screaming nubs. Intense sensations of delight rippled through her confused body as he stroked the firm globes and toyed with the tight shafts..
“You're being very naughty,” she orally protested a second time.
“Would you like to be naughty too?”
She shrugged her shoulders uncertainly. “Will I get in trouble?”
“No, I won't tell anyone, I promise,” he reassured her.
He spun her around so she faced him and pushed her back against the basement door. His lips were on hers, large, wet tongue insistently pushing at the seam between her lips, anxious to move inside. She fought him, refusing the kiss. When her mouth opened to take a deep breath his tongue thrust fully inside. Finally acknowledging her suppressed desire, she feverishly kissed him back. The hot muscles entwined, hungrily rubbing against one another. Sherri could feel the wet heat between her legs. In the confined space it was impossible to disguise the smell of her aroused sex.
She felt the moist head of his swollen cock stabbing against her lower belly. It had been released from the clothing and impatiently throbbed. Sherri knew what he wanted. Flowing essence coated her pussy in anticipation. Tingling warmth filled her loins and her awakened center ached for stimulation.
A knee pressed between her quivering thighs. Despite the fear her legs shifted apart. Desire was the overriding emotion. Her heart was pounding and her breathing was erratic. Her head swam in a sea of confusion. Sherri felt so helpless and vulnerable as she was caught within his cloak. Her aroused sex was so easily accessible. As a fire ignited in her lower belly, the heat rose. Her face flushed and turned hot. Her muffled groans grew frantic as the passion multiplied.
She kissed his mouth harder. Her tongue feverishly rubbed on his as she felt thick cum smearing on her bare belly. The pulsating head moved, smearing his oozing seed.
A slight tugging sensation preceded the panties fluttering to the floor at her feet. His penis shifted down over the pubic curls that covered her love mound and teased her wet outer folds with stabbing motions. It playfully dipped into the slit and withdrew, stoking her excitement.
Sherri felt pressure enveloping her form. It was equally distributed all over and didn't point to particular spots. Her body slid up the wall until her open crotch was aligned with the stranger's penis. The same pressure raised her thighs and rotated her hips forward. The action shamelessly presented her sex for penetration.
Her gaze shifted down to the sight of his throbbing organ. Sherri tensed, both frightened and aroused. It was shrouded in darkness but a small amount of light that filtered in from the open doorway a floor above provided a hint of its ominous appearance. When he leaned forward his chest crushed her breasts. Her chin rested on a shoulder and anxiously awaited the inevitable. It wasn't long before the pulsating pressure moved to her opening.
She closed her eyes hard and winced as the hard tip sank to the bottom of her juicy valley. It turned up, gliding over her enlarged clitoris. Her body stiffened as tingling jolts of delight rippled through her flesh.
“Ah! Ahhh!” she heard herself crying out.
It then shifted down to the entrance of her center. Sherri felt the virgin opening stretching wide for the intruder. The coating of juice eased the brief discomfort as the erect cock thrust inside and tore through the thin membrane. He began a rhythmic pumping, advancing further, pushing her back against the wall. Her hands moved to his shoulders and gripped him hard. Sherri's hips began a slight thrusting motion as he penetrated deeper.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” she softly cried out as his forward thrusts forced her narrow walls apart.
The man filled her void with pressure. When their crotches bumped together and his swinging balls slapped against her ass, she knew that her pussy had taken him all. There was no denying the thrilling rush of having him inside her aching center, where her flowing wet heat embraced his pulsating stem. It soaked her cunt and dripped from the fragile lips like droplets of moisture from heavy dew.
“Does my frightened little angel like that?”
The wondrous delight in her loins was undeniable. Her fear had eased once he was inside and his hard cock slid back and forth along the juice-slick walls of tight canal.
“Yes,” she reluctantly admitted in a weak whimper, her luscious body pinned between him and the wall. “Oh, yes.”
In her mind she envisioned a juicy cherry with a long toothpick thrust inside. That was how she saw herself at that moment. With invisible fingers holding the cherry steady, the hard stick shifted back and forth inside the sweet center.
Her pussy felt wondrous as it wrapped so tightly around his gliding cock. Sherri shuddered in tingling delight as her body was taken for the first time by a man. With her body held in place against the wall and her legs forced wide open, there was little else she could do but savor the long, deep strokes as he passed back and forth along her juicy love chamber.
As her tight cunt slowly relaxed, the joyous pleasure intensified. Essence flowed from her center, coating their moving flesh in lubricating warmth. Beads of perspiration appeared on her skin as the air in the corridor grew heavy with the humid heat from their bodies. He leaned back slightly and placed his hands on her perky boobs. His fingers kneaded the firm swells and teased the erect nipples.
He was so incredibly deep inside of her belly. Sherri was quickly overwhelmed by the fierce tingling fire in her loins. Her excitement continued building as her moist form shook. Her cries became louder and her breathing more desperate. She panted for air as his swollen prick pounded into her sore pussy again and again.
Sherri stiffened in climax. It was her first real orgasm and unlike the other weak ones that barely caused her to shudder. This was a powerful, mind-numbing, all-consuming release of sexual desire. Every muscle tightened at once as the ball of tingling heat in her center suddenly raced through her body. She clenched her teeth and rolled her hands into tight fists as she shuddered in uncontrollable spasms of sheer ecstasy. Loud, muffled cries filled the stairwell as a brief flood of essence soaked his cock and balls.
After her writhing body quieted, the stranger filled her slick canal with his prick and stopped his movements. His cock was buried fully inside of her core.
“I got my sweet angel’s cherry,” he said in a gleeful voice. “You like how my cock feels, don’t you?”
Sherri initially nodded, and then realized he probably couldn’t see the gesture. She shamefully admitted in a weak, breathless voice “Yes.”
He resumed fucking her. He didn’t last much longer. Her gorgeous cunt was so tight and juicy that it soon drew the seed from his large, aching balls. He grunted in pleasure as his thick semen rose. His driving cock squirted several streams of cum until the large, aching balls were finally drained. After he withdrew her legs lowered and Sherri was shifted into a standing position against the wall.
“Run along now,” he instructed. “I’ll leave out more candy tomorrow. Don’t be a stranger.”
* * * * *
Sherri awoke with a start. The morning sun was just rising. Her mind raced with confusion; what day was this? What had happened to her? Had it all been some crazy dream? It appeared so, but a part of her wasn’t so sure.
When a faint knock sounded at the front door she realized that’s what woke her from sleep. It wasn’t the first knock, but the second. She climbed out of bed wearing only her red panties. She curiously opened the door and peered into the hallway just as Claire was emerging from her own room.
“Keep to your room, child,” she urged Sherri. “That’s Rutledge, I just know it. Leave us be.”
Claire walked down the steps and approached the front door. Her son’s silhouette was easily recognizable. She opened the door and welcomed him inside.
“It’s early, Rutledge,” his mother complained.
“I was told you pulled my advertisement for the upstairs room,” he said in a concerned tone. “Mother, you could use another boarder.”
Claire sighed. “I have one.”
He glanced suspiciously toward the second floor hallway. “I don’t believe you one bit. You’re lying, just like you were about the converted apartment downstairs. You don’t need all this space, it’s a waste!”
“I’m not lying!” she angrily snapped. “Mr. Emerson is downstairs, and I just took Sherri into the upstairs bedroom.”
He could see that she believed every word she was saying. Rutledge was concerned that she was getting dementia in her old age. Hitler stirred from his bed and joined the fracas, standing close to his feet, growling in a threatening manner. Rutledge warily cast a sidelong glance at the small dog that had already damaged two pairs of pants with his needle-like teeth.
“Mr. Emerson died two years ago,” he reminded her.
“We know that, dear, but I’m afraid he hasn’t come to accept that yet,” she explained. “Sherri is another such tragedy. What a shame. She still thinks she’s starting college. It takes time for some of them to accept their fate. I’m hoping those two might meet and come to realize their need to cross over.”
Rutledge rolled his eyes and threw up his hands in frustration and disbelief. “A boarding house for ghosts? Wonderful, mother! Maybe I better start looking for a nursing home.”
“You go on, Rutledge, don’t mind me,” she said dismissively as he turned and left the house. “I know the true value of life.”
But I thought instead to share the story here. I have 49 accepted, no rejects, so I don't think I'll break any rules for doing this. Really hoping for some feedback. Positive would be gratefully accepted <LOL>
Stirs memories of how I met kbate with my first few Ripples stories. <kiss>.
<Recalling the exchanges> But ths is today.
CHOCOLATE KISSES
By AsylumSeeker
Description: A lonely hermit lures young women with sweet confections
Sherri walked down the north side of Ridge Heights Boulevard carrying a rolled up copy of the latest issue of the Apartment Finder circular. The houses in this part of town were old, three story mansions on large grassy lots sprinkled with huge oak and maple trees. She stopped and double-checked the address, suddenly doubtful she was in the right area. Not only was the street name the same, but the descending house numbers placed her only a short distance away from her destination.
Several curtains shifted in the windows of adjacent houses as nosy neighbors peeked out at her suspiciously. What they saw was visually appealing; a lithe, slender eighteen year old brunette with shoulder-length brown hair and a look of desperation on her otherwise cheerful and exuberant face. The white shorts and purple tank she wore left her athletic legs and a teasing hint of her midriff exposed.
She could feel eyes staring at her. It was more reassuring than it was creepy. She liked the beautiful, well established neighborhood with its ornately decorated homes with carefully manicured lawns and flower beds. But the more Sherri liked what she saw, the more apprehensive she grew. Starting college in a strange town was stressful enough, but doing it on a shoe-string budget left her with few attractive options.
Sherri stopped and checked the ad again. Only an address and brief text description was provided. There was no picture, and more importantly, no price was listed. It merely stated NEGOTIABLE in bold caps. She seriously wondered if it was going to be worth the effort. As she admired the area she sensed that only heartbreak waited.
After rolling up the circular she spotted her destination. Sherri's left hand rose to her full cherry lips as she gasped in shock. It was absolutely gorgeous. The mansion looked amazing. Although well over a hundred years old, the exterior looked brand new. The gothic design was a little unsettling, scary even, but in the light of day it was an architectural masterpiece. Large windows greeted the afternoon sun as frightening cement statues on the lawn and roof cast eerie shadows.
She nervously advanced over the cracked cement sidewalk toward the porch. A lace curtain in a window beside the door moved as she approached. There was a loud metallic sound as a modern deadbolt was retracted. The door opened and a short, old, sweetly smiling woman greeted her with open arms.
"Welcome to your new home, sweetheart," the woman announced with all of the infectious love of an adoring grandmother.
"I'm just looking," Sherri responded, overwhelmed by the surprising greeting. "I doubt I can even afford..."
"Oh, please. Money at my age means nothing at all. I already have more than I need," the woman explained. She suddenly paused. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I've forgotten my manners. Forgive my errant babbling. My name is Claire."
"Claire, it's so nice to meet you. I'm Sherri. I saw the ad..."
She waved her hand with an annoyed look on her face. "That's Rutledge, my son. He's always preaching about the value of real estate. Sometimes...well, never mind about him. I'll show you to your room."
Sherri felt confused. "M'am, we haven't even..."
"Rutledge!" she angrily exclaimed. "He's always worried about money. He's probably concerned I won't leave him as much when I pass on. He's a sorry bastard, but useful at times, I suppose. No, sweetheart, there'll be no negotiations. You can stay free of charge in exchange for a few chores. I'd be grateful just to have some company. It's up to you."
Sherri was stunned. She looked off the porch at the lovely houses that lined the boulevard. She couldn't believe her luck! “All of this at no charge?”
Claire softly chuckled. "It's no paradise. You haven't met Stalin yet."
"Stalin?"
As if on cue a vicious black pint-sized dog appeared out of nowhere, barking wildly. His razor-sharp teeth looked very menacing. Sherri jumped back, gasping in shock. When the white-haired woman snapped her fingers, the animal reluctantly retreated.
“Are there any other tenants?” Sherri inquired.
“Earl lives in the converted basement, but he's no bother,” Claire answered. “Bad hips; he never climbs the stairs. I take him his meals. You'll never know he's there.”
Once inside, Sherri found the home had beautiful, polished wood floors, and walls covered with stylish paper. Throw rugs appeared as colorful islands set on a sea of wood. A staircase greeted them just inside. She followed the woman upstairs at a slow but steady pace.
Sherri was beaming with excitement as she viewed a large bedroom replete with two antique dressers, a vanity table and chair, and a queen sized, four-poster bed. Two large windows looked out across the front lawn.
"You're free to use what's in here, or we might be able to move it downstairs," Claire said, "although I'm not sure how."
"No, it's perfect just as it is," Sherri assured the woman. "Are you sure you won't accept any rent? I wouldn't want to cause any problems between you and your son."
"Ah, I'll make up some story to keep him at bay," Claire reassured the young woman with a dismissive gesture.
* * * * *
The first few days were hectic. Between getting settled into her new accomodations and signing up for classes, Sherri barely had time to do much more than sleep. Finally the weekend was upon her and she had her first real opportunity to relax.
On Saturday morning she awoke just before six. It was an irritating habit to have such a precise body clock, although it had saved her on more than one occasion. She arose from bed dressed only in red bikini panties, her firm breasts jiggling with the motion of her body. There was a chill in the air, and when her bare feet hit the cool wood floor her nipples swelled in size and rigidity. She slipped on a short red silk robe her mom had given her for Christmas last year.
After tying the belt she ventured into the hallway. The house was eerily silent. She passed by several closed doors before reaching the stairs. Sherri quietly descended the wood steps. At the bottom she doubled back toward the kitchen. Claire didn't require much space and gave Sherri two shelves in the refrigerator and one in the freezer to use as her own. A glass of juice sounded good at that moment.
Before entering the kitchen, Sherri noticed the normally closed door to the cellar steps open. These were located directly beneath the stairway to the second floor. She stopped at the open door and peeked down. She saw a tray sitting on a small table at the foot of the stairs littered with the remnants of last night's dinner. Beside it was a chocolate kiss.
"Claire? Are you up?" Sherri softly asked in a concerned voice. "Is everything okay?"
Her questions remained unanswered. Sherri looked for a light switch but didn't fine one. She left the door open and cautiously descended the cool wood steps using what ambient light spilled through the open doorway. At the bottom landing she hesitated outside the basement door. After hearing nothing but silence she shrugged her shoulders and reached for the tray. That was when her attention was strangely drawn to the foil-wrapped candy.
Initially it appeared to be the same kind that was available at practically any store. But upon closer inspection Sherri noticed several differences. First was the shape itself. It lacked the perfect symmetry that a machine consistently produced. It appeared lopsided, heavier on one side than the other. The aluminum foil it was wrapped in was heavier and wrinkled, as if a small piece had been cut from a commercially available roll. The third thing she noticed was the absence of the small white paper tab that was normally sticking out from the top. Sherri concluded that this was homemade.
Since she saw no reason for its presence except as a gesture of appreciation for the discarded tray's removal, Sherri picked the candy up and carefully peeled away the foil. After a quick inspection confirmed its identity, she placed it into her mouth.
"Oh, this is absolutely sinful," she whispered to herself as warmth filled her loins and happiness her heart.
Her eyes fluttered and closed as she savored the wondrous chocolate flavor. Her body relaxed and her heart filled with joy as she thought of a warm summer evening at the state fair, surrounded by the lingering smells of food and candy in a sea of dazzling lights and laughter. As the chocolate melted on her tongue and teased her taste buds, Sherri felt like a kid all over again.
A metallic click jolted her back to reality. She was immersed in total darkness. Her pulse and breathing quickened as fear gripped her body. She felt a cold draught on her feet that send a chill up her spine.
"Is anybody there?" she called out in anxious desperation.
Her body stiffened. The room began to spin. She felt light-headed as if on the verge of fainting.
"Shh... Don't be afraid. I'm with you now," an older man's voice spoke in a calm, reassuring tone. "Just relax and lean back against me."
Feeling as if she might pass out, Sherri did as he suggested. He pulled her into a robe of some type, embracing her with relaxing warmth. The transition from cold to heat chased the fainting sensation away. Now all she seemed to care about was staying with him, remaining cloaked in the fabric shell that protectively surrounded her.
"You smell so good," he told her.
His left hand moved her brown mane aside, exposing the right side of her neck. Sherri sensed what he wanted and tilted her head left, exposing the creamy skin. His soft lips and warm tongue kissed the smooth skin from the bottom of the ear down, feasting on the flesh at the scented base.
She weakly groaned as he kissed, sucked, nibbled, and painfully bit on a mouthful of neck. As he did she felt throbbing pressure against her lower back. She slowly realized it was his stiffening penis that she felt. Sherri shuddered when his fingers grasped the silk robe she wore and slipped it off her shoulders. Once dislodged it slid from her body and settled on the floor at her feet.
“What are you doing?” she frantically asked in a fearful voice. “You shouldn't be doing this. It's naughty.”
His hands slowly massaged her upper back and shoulders, enjoying the silky warm texture of her wonderful body. She quivered with a bizarre combination of fear and arousal that heightened her sense of touch. Sherri felt every ridge and groove of his fingertips as they passed over her sensitized skin. Tingling warmth erupted in her loins as his attention sparked passion deeply inside her frightened form.
“Would you like another piece of candy?” he offered in a tempting voice.
She sheepishly accepted. “I suppose.”
“Reach inside my front pocket and take one.”
Sherri hesitantly moved her hand back and pushed her fingers into a deep pocket. She could feel his balls and the side of his throbbing cock through the thin fabric that comprised the pouch. She curiously touched the hard shaft, smiling to herself as she felt the pulsating mass. He softly groaned, enjoying the attention she was giving him. Sherri felt powerfully drawn to his flesh. Rubbing on him sent electric-like tingling jolts through her body.
Finally her fingers dipped down further and grasped the confection. Her hand withdrew, but not before the fingertips fondled his warm, hard cock and balls once more. The foil wrapper collapsed in her grasp. The chocolate had melted as it lay alongside his swollen penis after absorbing the heat from his body. The thick brown candy spilled from the wrapper and coated her fingers and palm like heavy syrup. She raised it to her mouth and licked herself clean. She savored the delectable taste as her mind briefly returned to happier times.
“Can I have a taste?” he asked.
She lifted her hand up in an innocent gesture of sharing. He guided it to his mouth. He took three middle fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. His hot tongue curled around each one in turn, bathing them in warm saliva. Sherri gasped as she discovered the simple act to be surprisingly erotic. His sucking lips and licking tongue sent shivers up her arm and intensified her excitement.
The hands that caressed her shoulders dipped down, moving to her breasts. His palms cupped the luscious swells as his fingers stroked the supple flesh. A powerful chill shot through her. The nipples swelled larger than they'd ever been before. The pink tips pulsated and ached, as if vying for his attention. He lightly rubbed the silently screaming nubs. Intense sensations of delight rippled through her confused body as he stroked the firm globes and toyed with the tight shafts..
“You're being very naughty,” she orally protested a second time.
“Would you like to be naughty too?”
She shrugged her shoulders uncertainly. “Will I get in trouble?”
“No, I won't tell anyone, I promise,” he reassured her.
He spun her around so she faced him and pushed her back against the basement door. His lips were on hers, large, wet tongue insistently pushing at the seam between her lips, anxious to move inside. She fought him, refusing the kiss. When her mouth opened to take a deep breath his tongue thrust fully inside. Finally acknowledging her suppressed desire, she feverishly kissed him back. The hot muscles entwined, hungrily rubbing against one another. Sherri could feel the wet heat between her legs. In the confined space it was impossible to disguise the smell of her aroused sex.
She felt the moist head of his swollen cock stabbing against her lower belly. It had been released from the clothing and impatiently throbbed. Sherri knew what he wanted. Flowing essence coated her pussy in anticipation. Tingling warmth filled her loins and her awakened center ached for stimulation.
A knee pressed between her quivering thighs. Despite the fear her legs shifted apart. Desire was the overriding emotion. Her heart was pounding and her breathing was erratic. Her head swam in a sea of confusion. Sherri felt so helpless and vulnerable as she was caught within his cloak. Her aroused sex was so easily accessible. As a fire ignited in her lower belly, the heat rose. Her face flushed and turned hot. Her muffled groans grew frantic as the passion multiplied.
She kissed his mouth harder. Her tongue feverishly rubbed on his as she felt thick cum smearing on her bare belly. The pulsating head moved, smearing his oozing seed.
A slight tugging sensation preceded the panties fluttering to the floor at her feet. His penis shifted down over the pubic curls that covered her love mound and teased her wet outer folds with stabbing motions. It playfully dipped into the slit and withdrew, stoking her excitement.
Sherri felt pressure enveloping her form. It was equally distributed all over and didn't point to particular spots. Her body slid up the wall until her open crotch was aligned with the stranger's penis. The same pressure raised her thighs and rotated her hips forward. The action shamelessly presented her sex for penetration.
Her gaze shifted down to the sight of his throbbing organ. Sherri tensed, both frightened and aroused. It was shrouded in darkness but a small amount of light that filtered in from the open doorway a floor above provided a hint of its ominous appearance. When he leaned forward his chest crushed her breasts. Her chin rested on a shoulder and anxiously awaited the inevitable. It wasn't long before the pulsating pressure moved to her opening.
She closed her eyes hard and winced as the hard tip sank to the bottom of her juicy valley. It turned up, gliding over her enlarged clitoris. Her body stiffened as tingling jolts of delight rippled through her flesh.
“Ah! Ahhh!” she heard herself crying out.
It then shifted down to the entrance of her center. Sherri felt the virgin opening stretching wide for the intruder. The coating of juice eased the brief discomfort as the erect cock thrust inside and tore through the thin membrane. He began a rhythmic pumping, advancing further, pushing her back against the wall. Her hands moved to his shoulders and gripped him hard. Sherri's hips began a slight thrusting motion as he penetrated deeper.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” she softly cried out as his forward thrusts forced her narrow walls apart.
The man filled her void with pressure. When their crotches bumped together and his swinging balls slapped against her ass, she knew that her pussy had taken him all. There was no denying the thrilling rush of having him inside her aching center, where her flowing wet heat embraced his pulsating stem. It soaked her cunt and dripped from the fragile lips like droplets of moisture from heavy dew.
“Does my frightened little angel like that?”
The wondrous delight in her loins was undeniable. Her fear had eased once he was inside and his hard cock slid back and forth along the juice-slick walls of tight canal.
“Yes,” she reluctantly admitted in a weak whimper, her luscious body pinned between him and the wall. “Oh, yes.”
In her mind she envisioned a juicy cherry with a long toothpick thrust inside. That was how she saw herself at that moment. With invisible fingers holding the cherry steady, the hard stick shifted back and forth inside the sweet center.
Her pussy felt wondrous as it wrapped so tightly around his gliding cock. Sherri shuddered in tingling delight as her body was taken for the first time by a man. With her body held in place against the wall and her legs forced wide open, there was little else she could do but savor the long, deep strokes as he passed back and forth along her juicy love chamber.
As her tight cunt slowly relaxed, the joyous pleasure intensified. Essence flowed from her center, coating their moving flesh in lubricating warmth. Beads of perspiration appeared on her skin as the air in the corridor grew heavy with the humid heat from their bodies. He leaned back slightly and placed his hands on her perky boobs. His fingers kneaded the firm swells and teased the erect nipples.
He was so incredibly deep inside of her belly. Sherri was quickly overwhelmed by the fierce tingling fire in her loins. Her excitement continued building as her moist form shook. Her cries became louder and her breathing more desperate. She panted for air as his swollen prick pounded into her sore pussy again and again.
Sherri stiffened in climax. It was her first real orgasm and unlike the other weak ones that barely caused her to shudder. This was a powerful, mind-numbing, all-consuming release of sexual desire. Every muscle tightened at once as the ball of tingling heat in her center suddenly raced through her body. She clenched her teeth and rolled her hands into tight fists as she shuddered in uncontrollable spasms of sheer ecstasy. Loud, muffled cries filled the stairwell as a brief flood of essence soaked his cock and balls.
After her writhing body quieted, the stranger filled her slick canal with his prick and stopped his movements. His cock was buried fully inside of her core.
“I got my sweet angel’s cherry,” he said in a gleeful voice. “You like how my cock feels, don’t you?”
Sherri initially nodded, and then realized he probably couldn’t see the gesture. She shamefully admitted in a weak, breathless voice “Yes.”
He resumed fucking her. He didn’t last much longer. Her gorgeous cunt was so tight and juicy that it soon drew the seed from his large, aching balls. He grunted in pleasure as his thick semen rose. His driving cock squirted several streams of cum until the large, aching balls were finally drained. After he withdrew her legs lowered and Sherri was shifted into a standing position against the wall.
“Run along now,” he instructed. “I’ll leave out more candy tomorrow. Don’t be a stranger.”
* * * * *
Sherri awoke with a start. The morning sun was just rising. Her mind raced with confusion; what day was this? What had happened to her? Had it all been some crazy dream? It appeared so, but a part of her wasn’t so sure.
When a faint knock sounded at the front door she realized that’s what woke her from sleep. It wasn’t the first knock, but the second. She climbed out of bed wearing only her red panties. She curiously opened the door and peered into the hallway just as Claire was emerging from her own room.
“Keep to your room, child,” she urged Sherri. “That’s Rutledge, I just know it. Leave us be.”
Claire walked down the steps and approached the front door. Her son’s silhouette was easily recognizable. She opened the door and welcomed him inside.
“It’s early, Rutledge,” his mother complained.
“I was told you pulled my advertisement for the upstairs room,” he said in a concerned tone. “Mother, you could use another boarder.”
Claire sighed. “I have one.”
He glanced suspiciously toward the second floor hallway. “I don’t believe you one bit. You’re lying, just like you were about the converted apartment downstairs. You don’t need all this space, it’s a waste!”
“I’m not lying!” she angrily snapped. “Mr. Emerson is downstairs, and I just took Sherri into the upstairs bedroom.”
He could see that she believed every word she was saying. Rutledge was concerned that she was getting dementia in her old age. Hitler stirred from his bed and joined the fracas, standing close to his feet, growling in a threatening manner. Rutledge warily cast a sidelong glance at the small dog that had already damaged two pairs of pants with his needle-like teeth.
“Mr. Emerson died two years ago,” he reminded her.
“We know that, dear, but I’m afraid he hasn’t come to accept that yet,” she explained. “Sherri is another such tragedy. What a shame. She still thinks she’s starting college. It takes time for some of them to accept their fate. I’m hoping those two might meet and come to realize their need to cross over.”
Rutledge rolled his eyes and threw up his hands in frustration and disbelief. “A boarding house for ghosts? Wonderful, mother! Maybe I better start looking for a nursing home.”
“You go on, Rutledge, don’t mind me,” she said dismissively as he turned and left the house. “I know the true value of life.”
