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   Good Company
   By Romany
   (M/F)
   Clare adjusted her position.  He was still inside of her from the sex
ended some time earlier; lying close behind as he spooned her.  Yet he was
still hard and deep.  Deeper than she remembered Nick could go this way. 
Even with the natural obstruction of her buttocks pressing back against
Hart's groin, he was easily four or five inches buried in her vagina; and
so thick with it.  She lay on her right side; her left leg drawn up with
the knee pressed against her breast as he held her hip and had one arm
under her neck curled around her throat.  Slowly fucking her and causing
her to become more and more aroused as she slowly woke from the deep sleep
the previous bout of sex had brought down.  This was the third fuck since
she had stood in his doorway near eleven the previous night; Clare somewhat
drunk, with a part bottle of white wine.  He had a bemused look on his face
as she traipsed into his apartment in the short dress and her shoes in one
had.
   "We've had a fight," she had giggled as she stood looking at Hart
standing in a bathrobe.
   Blue and white striped pajamas pants were visible beneath the bottom of
the robe.  He felt a sense of bemusement because he was anticipating she
would flirt with him as she had done since she and her husband moved in
next door late the year before.  Hart knew the young woman was deliberately
trying to unsettle him on occasions when they would meet in the car park or
on the stairs.  They had been gracious enough to invite him for a couple of
meals over the first few months, and he had politely reciprocated there
hospitality by asking them over for drinks a couple of times; slipping into
an easy rapport, but short of full friendship between them.  Now here she
was clearly drunk and babbling that she and husband Nick had had some
falling out and she'd stalked off without him.  But he had the apartment
keys and she couldn't get in.  He had looked at the bottle of wine and
doubted she had not retrieved this from her apartment and therefore the
story about the keys was a lie.  He was sure she would not be allowed on
the commuter rail with a bottle of wine, even this late on a Saturday
night. She was feeling sorry for herself.  Perhaps she just wanted company,
and to humor herself by teasing him with her petite body as she was want to
do.
   Neither would recall exactly what happened to spark their frantic
coupling but it involved his bathrobe being accidentally opened when she
had stumbled past him to the sofa.  To her amazement, Hart's very large
cock was protruding through the flap in his pajama pants.  She was half
past him when she saw it and she stopped dead in her tracks and her mouth
dropped open as she turned to look at it.  Bending her knees slightly to
lean closer for a better look.  Had she not been drinking it was a safe bet
she would have ignored his accidental exposure by looking away or
pretending she did not realize he was exposed.  But her reaction was one of
awe.
   "Oh...my...God," she gasped breathlessly; her mouth hanging open in
amazement.
   Hart's first initial reaction was to cover himself by drawing the robe
closed.  But he hesitated briefly, sensing she was not offended; indeed she
seemed in some shock of awe as she stared at his semi-hard cock hanging
from the pajamas.  He studied her face and saw a glazed expression flush
over it.  She worked her jaw nervously and drew her tongue involuntarily
across her lips.  He saw her struggle for some sense of reason and she
blinked and flicked her gaze to his.  Swallowing hard she returned her gaze
to the cock.
   "My God it's enormous," she whispered, peering closer; still holding the
wine bottle and her shoes.
   Hart took the cock and stroked it obscenely.  She swallowed hard once
more and glanced at his face and then back at his hand now teasing the cock
erect.
   "Oh Christ," he heard her sigh, and she dropped her shoes to the floor
and somewhat unsteadily reached the wine bottle towards a small table he
had in front of the couch.
   He took the bottle from her and almost trancelike Clare sank to one knee
and took Hart's cock from him.  Gently removing his hand and grasping the
thickening organ in both of hers.  He looked down at her short fine blonde
hair, with the highlights running through it
   "Oh my God," she repeated and she stroked the cock with both hands;
studying it as the head became wet and shiny with his precum.
   "You are so hung," she said with an impish giggle.  "Who knew?"
   Hart certainly knew.  At sixty three he had had a life of secret
debauchery.  Married once yet he had had numerous affairs until his wife
eventually found out when they were both in their mid-fifties.  Three
children and thirty three years of marriage, and she chose to split.  He
had been far from celibate since his divorce.  He knew that to this young
woman kneeling and jacking his cock, that he was some old fuddy-duddy. 
Some square guy living next door she got a kick out of teasing.  Someone
who looked like he'd never had a woman in his life.  Hart was aware of her
pretentious teasing him for kicks.  Young people like Clare and Nick Harper
believed they and they alone knew about being sexual and desirable.  But
Hart had never had any difficulty meeting partners.  If the truth be known,
both men and woman, as he had been secretly bisexual most of his adult
life. And those who came to discover his abnormal charms were only too
happy to engage with his formidable weapon.  Just as the tipsy Clare was
now doing.
   Their first engagement was somewhat brief, intensely carnal and loud. 
Seeing the young woman somewhat overwhelmed at the sight and feel of his
cock, he had taken the initiative and pushed it towards her mouth.  With a
series of guttural `gurlking' noises, he had got a least three inches in
her mouth; Clare struggling with the cock heroically determined to take as
much as she could.  Sexually combative, she was already well aroused by the
sudden turn of events.  Hart allowed her some freedom for a few moments and
she struggled with the cock and her mouth drooled at corners with the
saliva brought on by the depth of penetration she was determined to
achieve. Clearly trying to demonstrate she was capable of handling it.  He
got her twisted half on her back on the couch and straddled her as she lay
back with his cock being forced down her throat.  As she clung to him and
sucked and worked the monster in her lips, Hart pulled her short dress up
and exposed a stark white pair of panties which turned out to be a thong.
He pushed his hand roughly down the waistband and his hand slid over her
smooth shaved pubis.  He roughly curled his fingers back and they slid
easily between her wet labia.  She was soaking with arousal.  As she
struggled with her head tilted back as he half straddled her face, he
ravaged her sex and clitoris with his hand.  His free hand pushed down the
top of her dress to grope her ample breasts; the nipples taut and hard. 
She came on his hand; forced to remove the cock jammed in her throat so she
could gasp and groan and get her breath as the first orgasm ripped through
her.  She lay with her mouth slack and her chest heaving from the intensity
of her sudden release.  Hart took control and twisted around and dropped
his pajama pants, shucking the robe quickly as he shoved her outside leg
off the couch with his knee.  Despite being trashed by the recent orgasm,
Clare sensed he was sizing up to fuck her and she pulled her inner leg up
against the sofa back, and draped the heel over the back of the sofa,
opening herself up.  As Hart took his cock in hand she raised her upper
body and reached for his cock; her body a confusion of fatigue form her
afterglow and eager anticipation he was about to shove this monster into
her five foot four inch frame.
   Hart saw the pouch of the thong covering the swell of her vulva and he
pulled it to one side, exposing her shaved pubis and red lips of her labia.
She had a small floral-like motif tattooed just above the top of her slit,
just off centre; turquoise blue and red with a hint of yellow.  Hart pushed
his cock against her sex and wiped it around the slit several times; Clare
watching his face and licking her lips in anticipation of the big pole
shoving up her.  Hart held her gaze as he pushed down and forward.  The big
bullet head of his cock splitting the vagina and he eased in.
   "Oh Christ," Clare hissed through clenched teeth.  "Jesus fucking Christ
it's splitting me open," she gasped and she arched her back as if to twist
away from the cock now pushing into her tight wet cunt.
   He held her to stop her moving back up the couch and shoved hard causing
her to cry out "oh fucking hell...it's too big," she wailed.
   Hart ignored her protests and bent over her, one knee on the couch, the
other foot braced on the floor.  Pinning her on the couch, he began to fuck
her with long deep deliberate strokes.
   Clare's voice immediately began punctuating each hard thrust against her
cervix with regular groans and moans of
"uh...oh...ugh...ugh...geezus...fucking...Christ...uh...ugh...ah...ugh" as
he fucked her vigorously.
   Hart's face was set with an intense look of lust and in turn he watched
her face as he fucked her.  She was clearly struggling with the big cock
invading her small frame yet he saw a look of intensity that belied the
verbal objection to the fucking she was taking.  He watched in some
satisfaction as her face began to glaze over with an expression of bliss.
   "Mm...uh...mmm...umph...umph...umph...mmm...God fuck me...fuck me...your
big beautiful cock" Clare grunted.
   "You love it you cock teasing little cunt," Hart leered, and gave her a
hard shove.
   "Oh fuck yes-s-s-s-s-s," Clare hissed.  "God fuck me...do me, fuck...oh
Christ," she gabbled and then the "ugh...uh...ugh...ummph...a-a-h" returned
to punctuate his hard inward shoves.
   She came hard a second time.  Her face twisted in pleasure as the orgasm
ripped through her.  Her face dissolving into a wide broad smile of bliss
as for the first time in her twenty five years, she came on the merits of
cock alone.  No manipulating of her clitoris; Hart barely touched her
except for his colossal prick burying itself rhythmically in her tight
cunt. Clare recognized the significance of her achievement.  Never before
had she cum simply because she had a cock in her.  Her orgasms had almost
invariably been induced by clitoral stimulation and manipulation of her
breasts and nipples.  As he worked for his climax, now she had passed
through hers, Hart studied the look of pure enjoyment on her face as she
soaked up the afterglow after from cumming hard this second time.  He
shoved her vigorously; her head flopping about like a rag doll as he
skewered her, and flooded her tight canal.
   After resting on her for about ten minutes or so, Hart eased his still
hard cock from her body.  It made an audible `slop schlick' noise as her
vagina expelled a spluttering burst of air.  Clare groaned in embarrassment
at her body's indiscretion.
   "Pumped me full of air," she mumbled, and blushed deeply.
   "We've just got started," Hart muttered and he took her hands and
dragged her up.
   She didn't resist.  If she had come to simply have company while she
sulked about the fight she'd had with her husband, the events just past had
long since circumvented that need.  He pushed her quite roughly through to
his bedroom.  The covers pulled back as he'd been preparing for bed when
she had rung his door bell.  He stripped her quickly.  The thin slinky
dress and thong discard easily.  He pushed her face down over the bed and
opened her buttocks and knelt and rimmed her.  Clare's fingers curling into
the duvet as his tongue burrowed into her anus and then slavered over her
perineum and into the dilated vaginal opening; stretched by the cock he had
ravaged her with on the couch.  She was almost trancelike.  Despite the two
energy sapping orgasms he had induced from her, she moaned and groaned and
reveled in his mouth working her crotch over.  He eased up and pushed his
fingers into her cunt.  For a few minutes, he twisted his fingers around
and she decided he was trying to fist her.  With a short burst of effort,
she pulled herself up the bed so she knelt with her forehead on the bed
covers.  She had been fisted before.  But by the smaller hand of a college
roommate and not very successfully at that; but she knew how to ease the
wrenching and pulling of her tender sex by spreading her knees and offering
as wide a target to Hart's hand as she could.  Hart wasn't necessarily
trying to push his hand inside, he was simply just working the cock teasing
little bitch over so she would well know she had been had.  Given her open
position he shoved his middle finger into her anus and she groaned and
lifted her head.  Hart contented himself with his fingers in her vagina and
anus.  His fingers holding her two holes like holding a bowling ball. 
Clare crouched obediently and surrendered to the elderly man's hands; her
befuddled mind complimenting Hart on being darn good at what he was doing.
`Who knew?' she thought, as she had muttered earlier.
   Hart mounted her from behind after he had tired with reaming her with
his fingers.  He straddled her and wrapped his fingers around her throat
and jigged his hips up and down as he balanced on the balls of his feet. 
At near six foot and still trim and athletic, the older man fucked the
young woman deep and hard.  The two connected by cock in cunt with his
hands wrapped tight enough around her throat that her breathing was ragged
and hoarse from the constriction to her windpipe.  An erotic sense of fear
he would strangle her.  The excitement it roused in her saw Clare came hard
with a series of wails and moans that followed the steady `ugh...uhh...ahh'
noises she made as he pounded her.  As Hart came shortly after she had, his
hands tightened on her throat and the sense of fear she felt intensified as
she struggled to breath.  Her body afire with the intensity of her just
passed orgasm and the mounting concern he might actually be trying to
throttle her.  Hart grunted and gasped as he shoved deeper and came hard a
second time.  To Clare it seemed like this second fuck was minutes after
the fuck on the couch, yet nearly an hour had flashed by as he had indulged
himself with her small perfect frame.  And as before, she had come hard
with her second ever vaginal orgasm.  As he finally relaxed the grip on her
throat, a goofy look of bliss flooded over her face as Hart twisted and
manipulated his cock inside of her; a sort of a slow reaming soak before
pulling out.  Flushed with fatigue, he stripped his pajama top and crawled
into the bed beside the small woman lying on her stomach.  Clare now wasted
from the vigorous fucking and intense orgasms the old guy had brought out
of her body.  She was already out to it.  He moved her from her stomach
onto one side and slid his cock into her.  Cradling her to him and allowing
fatigue from his efforts on her to consume him.  This way the two slept in
a deep post sexual stupor.
   ***
   So here he was just before daybreak.  Fucking her awake.  The rising
feeling of bliss coursing through her body as his big cock cleaved her
open. Clare became more and more involved as the sleep was chased from her
body.  Groaning now; grunting and gasping as Hart fucked her expertly as he
had done twice the night before.  Realizing she was awake and into it, his
arm around her neck pulled tighter and she moved a hand to try and make him
ease the pressure on her throat.  She struggled briefly and he locked her
throat tighter.  With the sense of concern at his neck hold, she groaned in
apprehension and stopped struggling.  The hand on her hip moved to her left
breast and he squeezed it hard and raked his nails over the nipple.  She
groaned in pleasure the pain was giving her; coupled with the cock
stretching her open and thudding rhythmically against her cervix.  He was
oversized for her small frame yet she took it.  Reveling in the discomfort
and light pain he was causing her.  The rasping of her own voice was
exciting her as he held her around the neck.  Somewhere she lost it;
totally wrecked by the myriad of sensation coursing through her body.  She
felt her crotch suddenly wet and she groaned in shame realizing her bladder
had leaked.  She was semi-convulsing and cumming continually as Hart fucked
her.  He sensed she was overcome with the carnal effect of being fucked
this way and it spurred him on.  The bed was now shaking hard as he
quickened his pace and drove into her.  He could feel his groin was wet and
knew she had squirted.
   "Gorgeous dirty little bitch cunt," he grunted in her ear.  "Fucking
cock teasing little cunt bitch...take a good fuck," the older man growled
as he slammed her from behind.
   Clare was wailing and grunting as the orgasm flowed through her.  In
some distance she heard him growling and gabbling; his words unintelligible
to her as he came hard inside her.  Shoving hard and moving her across the
bed with his efforts.  Gasping as he finally spent deep up inside of her.
Collapsing over her shoulder and pulling his arm tight so she scrabbled at
his forearm to release the pressure on her throat.  Hart relented and
slumped back off her; still buried inside of her as she had curved her body
into a semi-fetal ball.  The two joined tight at the genitals, this way
they both drifted off in to a deep post sexual slumber.
   At no time had the fact she was cheating on Nick clouded Clare's
enjoyment of what had transpired.  She sighed and gently curved her body
pushing her butt back against Hart still wedged inside of her.  Never had
she got off on just the feeling of a cock inside of her.  Hart was hung, of
that there was no dispute.  Never before had she seen such a big cock;
taken such a big dick.  Three times he had fucked her into oblivion.  She
lay listening to him breathing behind her; allowing her eyes to assimilate
the room with the onset of daybreak.  She was tired.  Her nether regions a
somewhat tender, and wet and sticky, and she gently felt herself.  Touching
back to feel the cock still buried in her.  Carefully she eased to the side
of the bed and paused as the cock slid from her.  She groaned silently at
it leaving her body but knew she had to get home.  This was not what she
had intended.  The night had gone totally unexpectedly.  Yes she had
cheated on Nick but deep down she had enjoyed it immensely.  Hart's
endowment and sexual prowess had come as a revelation to her.  But she was
worried Nick had come home and found her gone.  She carefully got out of
the bed and crept around the end and searched for her dress.  She found it
crumpled under the duvet that had fallen from the bed during their sex. 
She slipped the tiny garment over her frame and shimmied it down over her
hips.  Searching further in the bedding on the floor, Clare found her
skimpy thong and with her back to him, she pulled the ridiculous garment
on. Glancing back, she crept from the room and went out to the living room.
She saw the half full bottle of wine on the small table and her shoes lying
in front of the sofa.  Stooping she picked the sling-back shoes up and
slipped them on.  With one last smoothing of the dress on her hips, she
glanced briefly at the entrance to the short hallway to the bedrooms and
then slowly crept towards the door.
   He surprised her.  He wasn't in the hallway when she had looked but she
had barely got to the front door when he came up behind her.  She jumped
and gave a little squeal of surprise as he drew an arm around her throat.
   "I hope you weren't leaving without saying goodbye," he said close to
her ear.
   Clare twisted to face him but he held her firm.  She felt his cock
pressing against her buttocks and knew he was hard.
   "One last little goodbye Clare," he crooned in her ear and shoved his
groin obscenely against him.
   "No...I have to go," she said feebly.
   His other hand had already run under her skirt and the fingers
skillfully slipped inside the thong pouch.
   "Don...no...please...I have to go...I've stayed too long," Clare gasped
as his fingers raked up her slit and collided with her clitoris.
   She struggled to get free and he had to push her flat against the inside
of the closed door.  She struggled feebly trying to get free yet her will
was waning as his fingers had dug under the hood of her labia and ravaged
her clit.  She sagged at the knees and gave a low moan as he struck a point
where a bolt of pleasure hit her in the centre of her groin.  He could feel
she was lubricating rapidly and she braced one arm against the door and
butted her forehead against it.  Her body betrayed her desire to flee.  Her
legs were buckled and she felt him reached under her buttocks to her butt
crack.
   "No...Don...please," she gasped," but it was just token resistance.
   Hart had pulled the thong string across one buttock and bending his
knees, he shoved up with his cock thudding against her crotch.
   "Oh God Don...no...please," Clare sighed, her face close against the
door.  "I can't...no more...please," she groaned, as she felt the big
bullet head of his cock shoved her tender sex open.
   It was technically rape.  She's said no several times.  But as his cock
wormed its way up and inside her body, and he straightened his knees, she
gave up any thought of fighting him.  He effectively jacked her up so just
her toes touched the floor helping support her weight; her body braced
against the door by her forearm and head pressed against it.  With a steady
thud, thump, bump, Hart fucked the girl hard against the door.  Her voice
once again articulated the inrush of the big cock with
"uh...ugh...oh...uh...ugh" as he fucked her roughly.  Just as before, her
body responded to the cock and the semi-violence of the fuck.  Clare
started cumming and, as had also happened earlier, her bladder leaked with
the intensity as she groaned and she came hard.  Her legs seemingly giving
out so Hart held her hooked up on his big cock; stretching the back of her
already tight opening.  Clare flattened against the door and surrendered to
her pleasure.  Listening to him panting and grunting, mingled with the
thudding of her body against the door.  He had to hold her for some minutes
to allow her to get some strength back in her legs.  Eventually bowing his
knees and slipping her off his erection.  She flattened against the wall
for a moment or two while he toyed with her messy sex with his cock head.
The semen slipping from her body and the insides of her thighs wet from her
dribbling of urine.  Eventually she sensed he had pulled back and his grip
around her throat vanished as he stood back.  Wearily she turned and faced
him; slumped back against the door.
   "I...I'd better go," she mumbled weakly, barely able to meet this eyes.
   He grinned triumphantly at her.
   "It was good of you to visit Clare," he said somewhat formally; to mock
her.  "Come again soon...anytime you want...literally," he said with a
grin. "When Nick's out and your all alone."
   She blushed deeply and mumbled dully "I have to go".
   "Of course," he said a little sarcastically.
   She went to move but he stepped forward and grabbed a handful of her
crotch and squeezed.
   "You will come and see me again Clare," he said his face close to hers;
his eyes boring into her eyes.
   Her eyes opened wide and then her lids fluttered as he twisted her labia
in his hand; and taking one of her hands and pushing it to his semi-erect
cock.  She blinked rapidly and then slowly closed her eyes and her lips
parted as she exhaled a long weary sigh.
   "Come back and see me Clare," he breathed close, and twisted her sex. 
"You know you want to," he breathed seductively in her ear.
   "Yes," she sighed feebly.
   "Again Clare," he hissed close to her ear.
   "Yes," she said louder.
   "Good girl Clare.  He'll be waiting," he added and squeezed her hand on
his cock.
   He felt her hand mimic his pressure and saw the faint weary smile on her
lips; her lids still heavy and half closed.  He chuckled quietly and her
eyes opened a little wider.
   "Yes," she said more firmly, and squeezed his cock as he twisted and dug
his fingers into her crotch.
   He let her open the door and she steadied herself as she walked out.
   "Until next time," he whispered after her.
   Clare heard the door click shut and she steadied herself against the
wall.  Slowly she picked her way along the wall from his door to her
apartment.  She had not locked it when she left the night before; leaving
her pocket book and keys inside.  She opened the door and wearily moved
through to the bedroom.  Her eyes opened wide as she saw the bed was not
slept in.  Nick had not been home.  She looked puzzled as to where he could
be.  It was seven thirty.  Perhaps he had stayed with their friends Danny
and Liz.  She thought grimly of Liz's skank cousin Lisa who was staying
with her for the weekend.  The pushy bitch had been playing up to Nick and
Clare had felt Nick did not do enough to discourage the girl's flirting. 
It was part of the reason for the heated exchange between Clare and Nick
that resulted in Clare stalking off.  She and Nick had an often fiery
relationship and one ditching the other in a fit of anger was not unheard
of.  She lay on the bed and quickly fell into a tired doze.  Waking about
eight fifteen and rolling on her back.  She felt between her legs,
conscious her sex was tender and somewhat swollen from the rough punishment
she had had through the night; including the virtual rape at Hart's front
door.  She ran a bath and stripped her clothes gingerly and eased into the
warm water.  She dozed in the bath until near nine and woke hearing her
phone ring.  It would be Nick.  She lay listening to it ring and became
aware the bath water had grown cool.
   "Fuck him," she muttered and let the phone ring unanswered.
   She ran some more hot water to freshen the bath and lay pondering the
events of the night past with her neighbor.  He was truly a revelation. 
Never before had she seen a man's cock as big as Hart's.  He must be in his
sixties, yet hung like a horse and he sure knew what to do with it.
   "Who knew," she whispered to herself.
   She pondered the intensity of the orgasms she had had just by sheer
virtue of his cock fucking in and out.  As she lay remembering the bliss he
had visited on her, her hand strayed to her tender sex.  Her body feeling
languid from the warm soaking she had given it, Clare slowly masturbated,
thinking of Don Hart's big cock.
   "Oh y-e-s-s-s," she gushed as she trembled and came on her fingers. 
"Yes... I will return," she sighed and her mouth went slack as a look of
bliss flooded her pretty face.
   The End
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Good Company