This is my first attempt at Erotic Horror and I guess it is more erotic than horror actually. It is a slow build to the climax but has some teasers spread out. Well, I think that is all I have to say except that it is intended for the 2016 Halloween Contest. I'm not really interested in contests - especially not when it is decided by personal tastes -- but I'm still learning about Literotica and the best way to learn is to try it, right? So here we go.
Halin24
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A car rolled into the small town - rather a village by definition but the people living there insisted that it was a town -- and continued down the main road to the other side. The town was the centre for dozens of farms and in the summer some tourists showed up to visit one of the ghost towns that lay sprinkled around the area, so no one took any real notice of the unknown white Volvo at first. It moved slowly as if the driver was looking for something but the woman behind the wheel knew exactly where she was going. She had only been there once before, many years ago when she had been a ten years old girl, but that visit was still etched into her memory.
It had been on a family vacation and they hadn't stayed for more than a few hours. The property had been in the family for something like 150 years and when her father had inherited it from his mother it had been deserted for several years. One of the last things the old woman had done was to have the house renovated and to some extent modernised. It hadn't been appreciated by her son who called it a waste of money, but his mother had insisted that it was an important part of the family history. The old woman had always followed her own paths in life.
Now the woman in the car was the sole owner and on her way to take possession. When she and her brother had inherited the house after their parents accident her brother had complained much like their father had. He was three years older than her and had made up his mind on that trip years ago and it wasn't favourable.
He had wanted to sell at once but she had refused. As equal part owners he could have forced the issue but at that time blood had turned out thicker than water, or perhaps it was simply that he didn't think it would be possible to sell it.
When their dad had tried to sell right after he got it he couldn't and therefore he had rented it out. No one had stayed for more than a month and all of the tenants had left in a hurry. That had been the reason for their visit at that one time: to lock up the house for good. Her father had cursed a lot and her brother had expressed his dislike, but she had fallen in love with the three storey wooden house on the hill and had asked if they couldn't move there. 'Never in my lifetime!' her father had spat out and that was the end of that suggestion.
When her brother had made a new attempt to sell the house last year he had found a buyer. The offer had been scandalously low but he wanted to take it anyway. She had offered to buy him out for the same amount to keep it and now it was hers alone.
When she reached and entered the small dirt road that only served that one house, she had half a mile left to drive. She was already on her own land and that was noticed by a few citizens. The road was well within sight from the outskirts and the news started to spread: someone had driven up to the Old Whorehouse!
That was what it was called among the elders though younger people had other names for it too.
When she parked the Volvo close to the porch and got out several pairs of binoculars were directed that way. She walked around the house glancing up at the embellishments she remembered so well. The paint was worn and had flaked in places, a few windows on the lower floor were broken and the garden was in desperate need of tending. Still she recognised the beauty from her memories and knew this was what she wanted now that she had withdrawn from her old life.
She unlocked the front door and opened it, leaving it open after she had entered to let the breeze circulate the stale air inside. The furnitures were still there, covered with dust sheets. She remembered those too: old style with a lot of green plush and dark polished wood. Another thing her grandma had arranged, buying old furnitures and have them renovated, or new copies made. She hadn't realised it as a girl but it must have cost a fortune.
She had all the time in the world and knew what she wanted to spend it on: get the place back in shape and live there happily ever after.
After moving her few things inside from the car she started cleaning out the basics, going over the kitchen, a ground floor bathroom and a small room to sleep in. That took the first day to achieve and it was midnight before she entered her sleeping bag.
She was dead tired but still wide awake, listening to the sounds of the house, feeling the slight gust of wind from one of the broken windows. It felt comfortable in a strange way to lay there in a house that seemed to be alive. The gusts from the window was as if the house was breathing, the sound of wood against wood like creaking joints in a human. She giggled to herself at her imagination but eventually she fell asleep from exhaustion.
When she woke up it was still dark around her and the sleeping bag was unzipped all the way. She lay more on top of it than in it and since she always slept naked she was cold. No wonder she had woken up, she thought.
What surprised her was the tingling feeling down below, the arousal she knew so well. Moving her hands down her body she also noticed that her nipples were erect and hard, and reaching her groin she was swollen and soaking wet. Well, why not? This had been a whorehouse a long time ago so why not let her fantasy work along that line. Think about what must have taken place in the house back then, how many women that had been fucked, maybe at this very spot even.
One hand got busy rubbing her clit and entering herself alternately while the other moved to touch her breasts. When she closed her eyes she saw women and men in old clothes laughing, kissing and touching. Hands moved over bodies, clothes came off, beds were entered.
It was hot, it was hard, it was basic lust and craving, and she was part of it. Faster than ever before she reached her peak and came hard when a cold breeze swept over her bare skin from thighs to shoulders. It was like nothing she had experienced before, coming from an icy wind, but that was just a passing thought as she calmed down again, entered the sleeping bag and zipped it all the way up. Within another minute she was asleep once more.
After breakfast the next day she drove into town to buy paint, tools and supplies. Entering the hardware store she noticed that she received quite a few glances and a salesman arrived at her side before the door had closed.
"Hello there! New in town? Looking for anything in particular? I'm Henry and will be happy to help you in any way possible." the man stated.
She looked him over. More than sixty years old, above 300 pounds, under five-foot-five, almost bald and with gold gleaming in his mouth when he smiled. Yep, he would probably do anything for her, she thought, a pity that she didn't need any help. For him at least.
"I think I can manage this by myself but thanks for offering your services." she smiled her most seductive smile "Yes, I am new in town, just moved in yesterday actually. I have been here once before, many years ago though. I'll give a holler if I need any help."
With that she walked away from him, leaving him looking at her ass in her skintight jeans. She didn't see his stare but knew it was there anyway: it happened all too often, especially with older men.
She had no problem finding what she needed and then rolled her cart to the check-out. There he was again, his eyes on her cleavage that the chequered shirt offered. Next his eyes would move down to her hips to finally stop at her crotch she knew, and they did. Men!
With an obvious effort he managed to lift his eyes to her face as he spoke.
"Found what you needed, miss...?"
