Note: This Story was inspired by the writing of the amazing Carson Shepherd. I know I'll never get to his level, yet it is something to aspire to nevertheless. Thanks Carson, you're my writing soul-mate!!
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Click!
The old man breathed a sigh of relief. He'd been trying to get the massive wooden door open for some time now, and finally he was able to push it forward a bit. How he came to be in a tiny hospital room in just a skimpy gown was a mystery to him. All through the day he'd heard whispers of "infarctions", "stents", and "blood flow" yet had absolutely no memory of what had happened. Even his name did not come quickly....oh, that's right....Tom Clancy.
Tom Clancy III, as he preferred to be called, had scrambled out of bed as soon as the perfume-ridden nurse was safely out of sight. In the half darkness of the depressing hole in the wall, he had crawled along the musty dusty floor until he came in contact with his nemesis: The Door.
The Door was no ordinary portal. A full six feet high, it rose out of the floor like a skyscraper gone awry, with odd beveled edges and mysterious openings that kept their secrets. In his dazed state, the old man kept pushing on the bottom panel like a woodpecker in overdrive, until finally he heard the sound he had been waiting for.
Click!
The stubborn door had given an inch. With renewed vigor, the old man attacked the hard paneled monolith until suddenly the entire structure opened up in front of him.
Tom rubbed his tired eyes. In the half light of the decayed, sickly atmosphere of the room, he could barely discern a short passageway, with six additional doors, three on each side.
The groan that escaped Tom's lips echoed away quickly in the acoustically dead hallway. He scraped along like a man possessed, determined to see what was behind each and every wooden entryway. Finally, he reached the first door on the left. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he thought he heard church bells ringing in the distance. The wizened 70 year old pushed the door open eagerly. To his delight, the panel gave way easily, and brilliant light flooded his consciousness.
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The shrill organ rang out with the Wedding March as Tom and his new bride Christine walked hand in hand down the red-carpeted aisle. They took little notice of the cheering people on either side of them, they were so much in love.
The receiving line was a blur of delightful fragrances and kisses, and the reception melted away as quickly as the ice cream cake that fell on the floor. Soon, Tom and Christine were in a limosine being escorted to their humble honeymoon abode. Yes, it was only a small cape, but Tom had saved the money himself doing odd jobs as he put himself through college. The two 20 year olds had met in English class while reading their favorite author, Sinclair Lewis. It was a romance from the history books, and Tom had proposed after just three months of blissful courtship.
As the newlywed couple entered their new home, no words were spoken. They mounted the pristine stairway to the Wedding Suite slowly, smiling at each other in complete rapture. Once in the simple bedroom, they disrobed turning away from each other, anxious yet very curious at the same time. With only the light from the hallway illuminating their virginal bodies, Tom gently placed Christine on the stiff, starched sheets. Their first kiss was enless, as their tongues played a soulful duet that reached the heights of an exquisite aria. Christine let out a moan of pure ecstasy as Tom's hands caressed her breasts gently and lovingly. The moan turned into an intense scream of desire as he entered her with infinite grace. The couple then built up slowly to a mutual groan of desire, which slowly increased to a huge crescendo of sound. Tom came first, shooting his 20 year buildup of seed into Christine with such force the bedboards shook. At the same time, Christine wailed with such passion Tom thought she would wake the neighbors. Her pussy spasmed unrelentlessly, as in her mind eight tiers of ice cream cake came crashing to the floor. As quickly as the intense lovemaking began, it was finished.
"I love you, Tom." Christine managed a hoarse whisper.
"I love you, too, Honeybun." Tom held her hand tightly, never wanting to let it go.
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The vision faded slowly as the first door closed shut. Tom rubbed his eyes, trying to remember 50 years back. Did he really love Christine that much? And he hadn't he just seen her.... No, never mind, that was a memory he preferred not to hold on to. Instead, he crawled across the floor to the second door. Raucous laughter could be heard from within. Tom recognized the guffawing as that of an old friend. But what was his name? With his heart pounding, the wrinkled hands pushed the door open with all their might. The portal swung open wildly, and Tom was assaulted with the heady scent of a French Whorehouse.
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"YES, YES, YES!!!" Frank Mulberry jumped into the air wildly as Tom Clancy, his best friend whooped up a storm. The two 30 year olds had stayed behind in their office cubicles because Frank had managed to convince two prostitutes to visit the horny men. Tom's marriage to Christine had long since passed the honeymoon period. Their lovemaking was predictable and dull, and Tom was constantly as sexed up as a jackrabbit. Frank was in a similar position, and finally in frustration had dialed a number he had found in a seedy telephone booth. One thing had lead to another, and by pooling their money the two hapless men had managed to secure the services of two call girls for an hour, Laverne and Alice.
"I heard these chicks give one hell of a tube job!" Frank glared at his best buddy as the two men rubbed their crotches in anticipation.
"Let's get out of these suits, before I shoot my load in my shorts!" Tom quickly dispensed of his jacket, tie, shirt, and trousers, as Frank followed suit. In a manner of seconds the two men were clad in nothing but their striped boxer shorts, which were tented obscenely with their endowments.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Both men leaped toward the entrance to Acme and Sons, colliding with each other in their excitement.
Laverne came in first. She was a good 6 feet, with bleached blond hair and knockers that spilled over her bra, threatening to burst their confines any minute. Alice was a little shorter, with a tiny mini skirt and equally tiny black panties. The girls looked at the men with amusement, eyeing their tented boxers.
"I see you guys are ready for us!" Wasting no time, Laverne got on her knees and unsnapped the flap of Tom's boxer shorts. His large endowment with a full mushroom head came flopping out like a hungry baby bird searching for food. Laverne sucked it into her mouth like a madwoman, causing Tom to moan and groan in complete ecstasy.
"J-J-E-S-U-S this is fuckin' unbelievable!" Tom grinned at Frank, who was getting a similar sloppy blowjob from the eager Alice, bobbing her head up and down unrelentingly. After a minute of this intense treatment, Laverne got up and positioned Tom's cock in the cleft of her tits. Alice followed suit and soon the two men were breast-fucking the prostitutes into oblivion. Although they tried to hold back, the forbidden aspect of the whole scene was too much for them.
"This is it...I'm going to PPPPOPPPPPPP!"
