It was these later clients where Cherry found her niche in offering comfort and often in her own ‘niche’.
Kink in the Family
Her brother Richard also had a necrophilic kink. When the body of one of ‘the lads’ about town comes across his table, he takes special care in it’s preparation to give it a really good realistic stiff, so the ladies of Lanesville when viewing the corpse can enjoy the memories.
He also helped Cherry in fitting out her special ‘Eternal Comfort Chapel’ room behind the mortuary.
Dressed For Comfort
Now Cherry was very well built for ‘comfort’. Within the constraints of her formal business attire, her well endowed chest stretched her jacket buttons to almost breaking point. She only ever wore a sheer bra with no underwire so that there was a little flounce as she walked, which whilst alluring was just on the border of respectability. Her skirt was always rather shorter than ‘regulation’. Her sheer stockings (no plain grey leggings for Cherry) flattered the curves of her calves and drew one’s eyes up into the darkness of your imagination. She always wore very high heel pumps that further flattered her legs and ensured her beautiful plump butt twerked enticingly as she walked. Her hair was always swept up, showing off her milky white neck. Her plump lips were always ‘dressed’ in “Kissable” a voluptuous cherry red lip gloss.
The Arrangements Interview
When people first come for an enquiry or to make arrangements, this is when Cherry’s skill of reading body language, comes to the fore.
A classic case was that of Jeremy and Jillian. He was the husband of the deceased and she was a ‘cousin’.
Cherry vaguely remember Jeremy from school. Apparently she heard from her BFF, that one day Jeremy was late for junior school class. There was a new teacher, so his excuse was that he got lost ‘up Cherry Lane’. Cherry couldn’t be certain of the story, since there were a lot of boys in her year that got ‘lost up Cherry Lane’. Through middle and senior school, Jeremy had been a player back then — all the girls lusted after him.
One day, prim and proper Julie, the Preacher’s Kid, decided she wanted to ‘pop her cherry’ and Jeremy was all too willing. Unfortunately, she fell pregnant from that one time. Her father immediately took her out of school and forced Jeremy to marry her — the gossip was all over the school. But 7 months later, Julie miscarried. Despite his marriage, Jeremy apparently kept up his wayward ways.
Now 7 years later, Julie, apparently trying to keep Jeremy in the marriage, got pregnant again, but this time died in child-birth, thus the funeral.
Now Jillian was a couple of years younger than Cherry and Jeremy, but Cherry heard the gossip around school, how Jillian was caught snogging another girl in the gym change rooms.
In the arrangement meeting, Cherry immediately picked up on the little touches and caresses between Jeremy and Jillian, their words didn’t show real grief at the loss and their clothing was more flirtatious than mourning.
It was fairly obvious that they were really lovers, glad to be rid of the inconvenient wife.
Cherry sat them down on the settee. With potential ‘clients’ like these, Cherry removes her jacket for an informal look and undoes a couple of button on her blouse giving her ‘targets’ a good view of her ample cleavage. Pulling her own chair in closer, she discretely spreads her legs a little allowing her skirt to ride up her sheer stockings, just an inch from revealing her now wet black thong. Her knees are just touching their knees. In her silken voice, she offers comfort and compassion to the ‘bereaved’. As she offers her comfort, she leans forward, gently touching both their legs, as her blouse falls open further, giving Jeremy a better view. She thinks she detects movement in his trousers. Jillian leans over and places her hand on Cherry’s and with a twinkle in her eye, she responds “Thank you for your kind words of comfort”, with a knowing hint of a smile on her lips. Jillian places her other arm around Jeremy’s shoulder whilst she squeezes Cherry’s hand and her tongue seductively flicks across her own “Kissable” coated lips.
After 20 minutes of flirtatious comfort ‘counseling’ and discussion of funeral options, Cherry has Jeremy signing up for their super deluxe premium ‘Eternal Comfort’ service.
As he finishes, Cherry leans right over. Her hand ‘accidentally’ brushes across the tent she notices in his trousers, deftly running her fingers across his chest till she reaches up and cups his cheek and whispers “I‘m here for your eternal comfort”. Cherry presents Jeremy with his “CLEC Member” discreet key tag shaped like a heart. “For repeat customer’s discount” she whispers with a wink. He notices a phone number engraved on the back.
As they stand, Jeremy and Jillian, with a knowing glance at each other, wrap their arms around Cherry giving her a hug.
“Oh my fuck. Who’s seducing who here?” thinks Cherry.
She can already feel moistness pooling in her thong and her nipples are hardening against the satin of her sheer bra. Taking control again, Cherry pulls away from their group hug and suggests they move on to the Eternal Comfort Counselling Chapel.
The Eternal Comfort Counselling Chapel
Walking between Jeremy and Jillian, all three have their arms around each other’s waists, Cherry takes them through the display rooms of various coffins, past the door to the viewing room, and stops in front of the Counselling Chapel door. She unlocks the door and guides them in.
Cherry flicks a switch and dim mood lighting comes on and a barely detectable pheromone scent is released into the room. In immediate view, is a luxurious three-seater ‘love pew’ around a glass table on which stands flutes and a bottle of champagne. At the back there is a luxurious satin covered large round bed where ‘in depth’ worship takes place. On the bedside table the more observant may notice bowls of condoms, lube and ‘holy water’. But Jeremy and Jillian don’t notice and the both turn to Cherry groping and kissing.
Cherry turns to Jillian. As their breasts press into each other, she finds Jillian’s ‘jillies’ are unencumbered. Their lips seek each other out like homing missiles and their tongues are doing the tango. Jeremy presses in behind Cherry, pressing his hardening erection against her arse.
Cherry carefully guides the groping threesome toward the pew, kicking off her pumps and falling back onto the middle of the seat, spreading her legs. Jeremy is astride her right leg, dry humping his very hard erection which must be aching for release. His right hand has found her mound and is pulling at her thong. Cherry lifts her hips to allow him to slide it off her legs. At the same time, Jeremy’s left hand is groping Cherry’s blouse, popping buttons till he has a handful of her right tit.
Meanwhile, Jillian, on Cherry’s left, continues with very wet passionate deep kissing, groping Cherry’s left tit at the same time. Jillian has also thrown her left leg over Cherry’s rubbing up her own pussy. To Cherry’s surprise, she finds that Jillian had come to the interview commando. “I wonder what she was expecting?” thinks Cherry.
Jeremy climbs off, reaches under the table to retrieve a convenient ‘prayer cushion’ to kneel on, whilst he pushes Cherry’s skirt up to her waist, then falls forward to worship at her clitoral temple, swirling his tongue around her ‘cherry chapstick’, sucking and nibbling it to hardness. Jillian has finally got her blouse and bra undone and moves down to suckling Cherry’s pink buds atop her milky mounds.
Cherry, now with her mouth free, says breathlessly, “Perhaps we should move back there and get more comfortable”, indicating the waiting chapel’s ‘Alter of Love’ bed.
They all quickly stand and Cherry quickly unzips Jeremy and her eyes widen as she sees the size of her prize popping out. They hurriedly remove their last items of clothing. Cherry pushes Jeremy onto the centre of the bed, climbing over him offering her 'temple of love' to his waiting mouth and tongue. In this soixante neuf position, she leans forward to finally gets a look at and to savour his very nice, long hard offering.
At the same time, Jillian moves in to join Cherry. With a kiss of each other, they turn to minister to Jeremy’s rod, alternatively, licking, sucking him and kissing each other.
Jeremy and Cherry are both starting to moan and shudder with their rising arousal, but she doesn’t want him to cum just yet. Further, Jillian wants more. “Come on hun! I know you want to feel that big hunk of love meat in your pussy, don’t you? And I’m just dying to get a taste of your honey pot.” Jillian says to Cherry. Keeping Jeremy pinned down, they swing around his body till Jillian is sitting on his face.
Cherry slides her dripping wet cunt along Jermey’s hardness lying across his belly. She presses her vulva down on him, enjoying the friction on her clit of his veiny rod and her labia spread across and around his thickness. Her body shakes and twitches a little in pleasure. As she finally slides to the top of his glans it is placed enticingly at the entrance to her tunnel of love. With a little wriggle his tip just breaches the entrance. With a further wiggle she has him in her grasp. She wriggles back a little, lifting her hips slightly pulling his cock toward an upright position, then once positioned directly over him, she slides down on to her captive and starts to ride him.
Looking up, Cherry sees Jillian rocking and rolling on Jeremy’s face with an angelic smile on her face. Seeing Cherry, she leans forward so the two girls can get back to some deep, hot, wet french kissing.
With all three mouths otherwise occupied, there are no words spoken, but muffled moans are coming from all three. Bodies are shaking as orgasms are rising. The girls break their kiss, shouting almost in unison, "Oh fuck yes! Don't you dare stop!". They erupt into massive body shaking orgasms. Jerry's orgasm hits also as he thrust his hips up against Cherry as he gushes spumes of seed into her fertile cunt.
“Oh fuck, I needed that” says Jillian, “Me too” says Jeremy. “Glad I could be of comfort” retorts Cherry, “You are welcome to cum again any time!”.
Exhausted and covered in perspiration, they sit on the edge of the bed. Cherry fetches the glasses and champagne and they relax in communion together.
“There you are Julie” says Jeremy, lifting his glass to the door to the funeral parlour. “That’s what our marriage bed should have been like! Good bye and good riddens!”.
After they redress, Cherry guides them to the rear exit door. They notice a St Andrew cross on one wall and an open casket, silk and fur lined. There are also paddles and whips, presumably for the penitents. As Cherry opens the door to the rear car park, Jeremy notices a discrete door bell in the shape of a small heart with the initials “C.L.E.C” on it.
“I wonder what sort of after-hours chapel services Sister Lane conducts here?” wonders Jeremy.
PS. Whilst this piece of fiction may seem outlandish, it was inspired by a real life incident. During post coital pillow talk with one of my lovely Ladies Of Pleasure, she revealed that her ‘normal’ job was as a receptionist at a Funeral Directors. I quipped, “You have a thing about stiffs, do you?” to which we both had a chuckle.
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