Free Use - Sindy Hunter & Doctor Love

[Sindy Hunter]

Sara and James Cook had been married for two years. Eighteen months ago, they moved into the Ashfield Park neighbourhood, purchasing a house that had become available after the elderly couple who owned it passed away. James Cook owned a construction business, so the first year was spent refurbishing their new home. During that time Sara gave up working in an insurance company to pursue a career as an online influencer.

More mature people mainly occupied Ashfield Park. Anyone aged fifty was considered young, so it seemed strange that the Cooks had chosen to move into that area since James was thirty-five and Sara was twenty-eight. However, the Cooks saw Ashfield Park as the perfect place to start a family. It was quiet, clean and free from gangs and serious crime.

When Sara and James first arrived at Ashfield Park, they were soon visited by their neighbours, welcoming them to the neighbourhood. Sara had joked that the welcome was more of a reason to be nosey, to see what the new people were like. On one side lived a retired couple, Malcolm and Jane Collins. They were jolly and sweet, reminding Sara of her grandparents and appeared excited to have a new family moving in.

On the other side of the Cook’s home lived George Navidy. He was a widower, his wife had passed ten years ago. Unlike the neat and tidy Collins’, George was unkept and looked unfit, with a large belly hanging over the belt of his trousers. It was difficult to judge his age, he looked about seventy but could have been much younger. After introducing himself George’s interest focused on James’ business, with George asking if neighbours got special rates and if James would be storing any equipment at home.

George only spoke to James, but he didn’t ignore Sara. All the time he talked with James, George was learing at Sara, making no effort to disguise himself as his eyes roamed over her body as he repeatedly licked his lips. The unwanted attention sent a cold shiver down Sara’s spine but she didn’t react, not wanting to a rift with their neighbour.

Once George had left Sara told her husband how uncomfortable George had made her feel, saying she thought he was some kind of pervert. James tried to calm his wife, telling her it was only natural that a lonely old man would want to look at a young hot woman. Sara wasn’t reassured and as time went by her initial impression of George only grew stronger.

Every time Sara went outside of her home, George would be there. He would take every opportunity to engage Sara or James in conversation so he could drool over Sara. She did her best to avoid George, she even began to feel a little sorry for him. She thought it must be difficult for him to be a widower, with no one to take care of him. She wished he wasn’t such an obnoxious slob and they could be proper friends and perhaps help him find a partner.

It was just over a year since the Cooks had moved in. The inside of the house had been fully restored, leaving the next project to be landscaping the garden. Compared to George’s and the Collins’ gardens the Cook’s garden looked somewhat scruffy, especially since George had a pool. Sara liked gardening and did her best to smarten up the area behind the house by planting flowers and vegetables. She would spend hours in the garden dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, enjoying the sun and fresh air. Sara was glad of the large wooden fence that separated her garden from George’s, providing privacy from George’s roaming gaze. However, Sara was sure she had heard George moving behind the fence on occasion and wondered if he was able to spy through the fence.

For a couple of weeks, the weather had been extremely hot and sunny. Sara had taken the opportunity to don her bikini and sunbathe in her rear garden, making sure to drape a large towel over the fence just in case George was able to peep through. As she lay in the throbbing warmth of the sun she found herself becoming aroused. For some unknown reason, Sara began thinking about George, wondering if the dirty old man was behind the fence, trying to letch over her.

The thoughts of the disgusting pervert only served to increase Sara’s shameful horniness. With a mischievous smile, she reached behind and unclipped her bikini top. With her heart pounding Sara rolled over to display her naked breasts. She lay quivering with excitement at the thought she was exposing herself to her disgusting neighbour and the old goat’s frail little dick would be getting hard. Sara’s lust surged and she desperately needed to satisfy herself. She wished that James was home and could give her what she wanted, instead, Sara scurried indoors to her bedroom and sought release from her fingers and the handle of her hairbrush.

Half an hour later Sara lay on her bed panting, enjoying the post-orgasm bliss that pulsed through her body. She knew what she had done was stupid, what would have happened if George had seen her? Just then the front doorbell sounded. Sara frowned at being disturbed and snatched her robe as she made her way out of the bedroom. She just finished tying the robe’s belt when she opened the door and found George standing there. Instantly Sara’s face flushed bright red, not just from the embarrassment of having George see her in just a short robe, but also from her improper thoughts and self-pleasuring.

George didn’t speak for a few moments. His eyes grew wide and a stupid grin spread across his face as he took in the unexpected delightful sight that was before him. His actions added more humiliation to Sara’s embarrassment as she struggled to look composed. Finally, George spoke, telling Sara he had called round to invite her and James to use his pool if they wanted, seeing the weather was so hot. Sara managed to stammer out an awkward “Thank you” before quickly closing the front door.

Sara stood with her back against the front door. Her body was trembling. She thought it was from almost being caught in a compromising situation but she then sensed the growing tingling of desire starting to spread from between her legs. She bit her lip unable to believe she was getting excited from what had just happened. She felt her face flush once more as she reasoned that George must have guessed what she had been doing. The wave of shame that flowed through Sara mingled with her pulsing desire causing her lust to rage once more. A couple of minutes later Sara was once more in her bedroom, naked with her fingers and hairbrush stuffed in her greedy hot slit.

During the next few days, James took up George’s invitation to use his pool but Sara never went, too ashamed of how she had behaved on the day George had called round to be able to be near her old fat neighbour. On Saturday night James and Sara went to a corporate party, an annual event at which local contractors and suppliers got together both for business and fun. It was early Sunday morning when the sound of a car door being slammed echoed around the quiet street in Ashfield Park.

The noise from the door was soon followed by Sara’s yelling. “Don’t try and pretend you weren’t interested James!... Christ you almost had your head stuck between her tits!”. James was trying to reason with his wife, “Sara, honey… What was I supposed to do?... Cathy bumped into me!...”. Sara was both angry and slightly drunk and in no mood to listen to any kind of explanation. “Oh yeah!... It was just like last year when that little blonde slut from Alcock Piping was rubbing herself all over you!”. The next sound was that of the Cook’s front door banging closed, followed by more of James’ pleading. The final outburst was Sara screaming “Get the fuck out!... You can go sleep on the couch!”.

Later Sunday morning Sara and James sat in their kitchen in silence. James finally spoke, “Sara… Honestly, nothing was going on between me and Cathy last night… You know what a flirt she is… It doesn't mean anything, it’s just a bit of fun”. James should have just stayed silent, his attempt to calm matters just reignited Sara’s anger. “Really?... So how would you like it if I just flirted with other men?... I mean, it wouldn’t be serious, just a bit of fun!”. James was now becoming annoyed by Sara’s apparent unwillingness to listen to reason.

“OK!... You want to flirt… get yourself a boyfriend… Go ahead!” snapped James as he stood up and began to walk out of the kitchen. He stopped and turned, adding “Just to remind you, I’m away for the next six weeks on that shopping mall fit-out… So you will have the house to yourself to entertain any male friends you manage to pick up!”. James slammed the kitchen door and Sara heard him making his way out to the garage.

Sara sat seething. Angry that her husband wouldn’t admit to ogling at Cathy’s impressive chest and by the way James seemed to think she wouldn't or couldn’t flirt with other men. She was determined to have James apologise, so in a fit of spite, Sara went up to her bedroom, stuffed a bikini and robe in her handbag and made her way out of the house.
A couple of minutes later Sara was standing outside George’s house. She rang the doorbell and waited. Sara felt her stomach tighten and found it difficult to breathe. By the time George answered the door Sara was feeling slightly dizzy.

“Oh, Hi… George… I was wondering… erm… if it would be OK to use your pool?” Sara croaked. George looked genuinely surprised to see Sara. He looked past her to see if James was there and when he couldn’t see him George asked Sara where he was. Sara was struggling to stay calm, really she wanted to get away from George as fast as possible but she was determined to prove James wrong and make him jealous. Sara reasoned that spending just a few hours with George would be enough to bring her husband to heel.

“James wanted to come but he has to get ready for a big job he’s starting tomorrow…” explained Sara as George stepped aside and allowed her to enter the house. George showed Sara where the bathroom was so she could change, telling her to go out to the pool when she was ready since he had some work to finish. Sara was glad the fat lump wasn’t going to hover around all the time and hoped she would be able to spend the least amount of time with him as possible.

 

[Doctor Love]

George had lost his wife a couple of years ago. Honestly, not long before the new young family joined their neighbourhood. It had been a hard time, George had honestly thought his sexual life was over. Long before he'd said goodbye to his beloved. They'd been married for over 20 years, grown fat and old together... had any other woman decided to live next door, had he never gone onto the insane pornographic spree that he did. Watching porn videos again, even going as far as purchasing a sex toy or two... most of his pension earned from his years in the army was spend in a local brothel. Yet, whatever he spend... whatever satisfaction a paid whore gave him, nothing compared to that feeling of old. The feeling of being loved, of being desired, of a woman WANTING to get fucked by him.

Silently, with every sight his eyes laid on Sara, George pictured his wife. When she was still young, when he was young. The neighbour woman made him feel young again, made him judge James equally silent. Though their once friendly conversations turned more and more judgemental. George thought a man like him could never satisfy a woman like Sara. He felt confident, arrogant... and manly again.

At the same time, he felt like a pervert. Watching her from the shadows sometimes, other times outright gawking at her body whenever he spoke to her husband. They'd not spoken much, not until the day she suddenly showed up on his doorstep. Right away, all hesitation that she didn't want to be around him dissapeared. Maybe he was right?! He was vulnurable. And while her plan to take advantage of the pervert would be easy to execute, George had a plan of his own!

Yes, Sara had given up her job. But she was still making money. George his own sister had purchased goods from Sara her home. Goods she had stolen from her work. He could proof it... he could ruin her comfortable little life. All that held him back, was the hope she'd one day come running to him. Along with the slightest hint of conciousness. Once that was caused to go...

There was no reason for that. For now.

Sitting at his pc, George found himself nervously stretching to try and look out the window to spot his neighbour in the pool. This wasn't working, maybe if he took his laptop downstairs he'd be able to glare over the screen occasionally and yet get some work done! Yes. Walking down the stairs, George set his laptop on the kitchen table, looking out through the glass wall and waved at Sara. Trying to get work done.

Actually getting like two lines written down, George found himself outside like some nervous schoolboy. He wanted to be around her so bad, see if her wet skin looked just as flawless as it had looked in the warm sun...

"Hey, would you like something cold to drink? Surely you must be... thirsty..." he said while walking out, getting close to the pool, trying to spot her curves through the water that obstructed his view!

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Sara had been left alone in the pool for over half an hour. She was starting to relax, enjoying the cool water and the relief from the day’s stifling heat. As she lay on her back, slightly bobbing up and down in time with her breathing, the sudden sound of George’s voice made her start. Sara quickly rolled over and swam to the side of the pool, eager to hide her near-naked body.

George asked Sara if she would like a drink. There was a short pause before Sara answered, as she wondered how long George had been watching her in the water. “Um… Yes… A drink would be nice… Thanks” replied Sara, and George went back into the house. He returned carrying a large glass of what looked to be red wine. Instantly Sara became suspicious, thinking that George might be trying to get her drunk or even drug her.

At that moment James appeared. “I thought I heard your voice…” said James to Sara, adding “I’m going to start dinner… How much longer are you going to be?”. There was a definite tension between the husband and wife, something even George picked up on. Sara would have been happy to return home, to get away from the obese creep who was making her feel so uneasy, but she was invested in her attempt to punish her husband.

“I don’t really know…” Sara replied, trying to sound relaxed and she was enjoying herself. “This pool is so lovely and George and I are getting to know each other a lot more… I think I’ll stay here for a few more hours”. James sighed heavily and slowly shook his head, knowing exactly what his wife was trying to do. “OK, fine… You stay and have fun…” said James sarcastically. He then turned to George and said, “Hey George, don’t get her too drunk… I don’t want her puking her guts when she comes home”. James then left, leaving an awkward atmosphere.

Sara felt she needed to apologise for the unpleasant exchange. “I’m sorry you had to see that… My husband is being a bit of a dick at the moment!”. George gave a forced smile and handed Sara the glass of wine. She reached up, causing one of her breasts to pop over the edge of the pool. Instantly George focused on the unintended display. He gasped slightly and licked his lips, struggling to hide the arousal he was feeling.

George was not the only one affected by the accidental incident. Sara’s daydream from the afternoon came flooding back. She had almost done what she had fantasised about, giving her gross neighbour a display of her tits. She could feel her face burn with shame and also an unwanted trembling from her pussy. Sara put the glass on the poolside and swam to the other side to distance herself from George, giving herself time to control her emotions.

A quarter of an hour later Sara had been in the pool for nearly an hour and felt cold. She had no choice but to get out. As she pushed herself up out of the pool George appeared. He got to see Sara’s breasts being pushed together as she eased herself out of the water and he gave a smearing grin at the display of wet shiny cleavage.

George handed Sara a towel and suggested she lay on one of the poolside loungers to warm up. As Sara lay down George handed her another glass of wine before he sat opposite her. George started small talk, asking how Sara and James were settling into their new home. He then asked how Sara’s online venture was going, mentioning that one of his relations had purchased items from her.

Although Sara was still uncomfortable in George’s company, the wine was helping to take the edge off her anxiety. Sara replied that her business was going OK but could be better and that she was struggling to find something to bring in more subscribers and customers. Just as she said that Sara noticed a twitch in the leg of George’s Bermuda shorts. She struggled to stifle a gasp as she realised George was getting an erection.

Sara was unable to divert her gaze as the organ underneath the shorts continued to grow. Her mouth gaped as it slowly repeatedly twitched, each time proceeding further down the leg of the shorts and growing increasingly fatter. Sara wondered if it was ever going to stop and if it was going to poke out from the bottom of the shorts. Finally, Sara looked at George and saw him with a self-satisfied smile. Again, Sara blushed furiously and said “Er… I think… Erm…. I should be going now… I don’t want to upset James…”

George just nodded and said he understood but he never made any attempt to hide his impressive erection. Sara thanked him for allowing her to use the pool and George said she was welcome to call round anytime. Just as Sara began to leave she couldn’t stop herself from taking one last look at George’s groin, and her eyes grew wide as she saw the large sausage-shaped lump in its full state of arousal.

By the time Sara returned to her own home, her breathing was ragged, her heart was pounding and her pussy was wet. She should have been disgusted by George’s blatant display but the sight of the abnormal-sized member had affected her in a way she had never imagined possible. As Sara walked into the kitchen James chuckled and teased his wife, “I thought you and George were going to hang out all night?”. Sara scowled at James and replied, “I’m not feeling too well if you must know… Probably too much sun… Anyway, I’m going to see George again tomorrow!”.

Sara had no intention of going back to see her neighbour. It had been a one-off thing just to spite her husband. But for the rest of the evening, Sara couldn’t get the image of George’s thick long hard-on out of her mind, wondering if it was even real or just some trick he had played on her.

 

[Doctor Love]

As he lay on the sofa, George tried to tell himself a lot of things... but whatever he did, he couldn't shake the visual of Sara her eyes! They'd gone wide, wider and beyond! For a second George had thought she was fainting, the stunned... utterly shocked stare she gave him. Or rather, his cock! Combined with the unpleasant conversation she had with her husband, Georgd thought... KNEW... he had a chance to fuck her. Provided with that opportunity, George would make it his goal, his mission and quest to get Sara to leave her husband. From the looks of it, that wouldn't be difficult. Sara seemed to be the boss in this relationship, a wicked smile spread across his lips as he started to stroak himself at the thought of fucking his wife right in front of James his eyes. How her eyes would roll back, and she'd squirt all over their bed. Never before would she have felt that way. In his own right, George fell in love with Sara. A deep connection, which would leave a very deep wound once broken!

The sun had set since Sara had left, but there was still a faint light burning in her house. George considered going over there, but he simply could not think of an excuse to do so. Instead, he reached for his phone... his son had once showed him how to use this thing called WhatsApp. And while he had hated the technological advancement and how his son send him Christmas animated videos rather than a phonecall... it may be of use now.

George had once saved the neighbours number in case of emergency. It took a bit to find Sara's contact, but once he got typing, he was excited by the idea her phone would light up. Next to James.

"Hello Sara,

It's George here. I wanted to let you know you are always welcome to visit my home!
I was pained by the way James treated you today, a husband should never treat his wife in such fashion! I am more than happy to have you over for dinner, or talk about your relationship whenever you should need to."

He hit send, curious whether he'd get any response whatsoever. Toying with the application impatiently, he found a camera button... and his eyes lid up with boyish excitment as he put the feature to good use.

Sending a picture of his clothed package, he immediatly typed some lame excuse he had no idea how to delete it... and didn't mean to send this picture to her! Yes, he liked technology a whole lot better already!

 

[Sindy Hunter]

James and Sara sat and ate their dinner in silence. The stupid argument about James ogling a woman at a party had blown out of all proportion. It had turned into a battle of wills, with neither James nor Sara willing to back down. Suddenly Sara’s phone buzzed and the screen animated indicating a WhatsApp message had arrived.

Sara didn’t recognise the number and James could see the puzzled expression on her face. Opening the message Sara saw it was from George and she smiled as she read that George was unimpressed by the way James had spoken to her earlier. It was obvious her neighbour thought James’ and Sara’s disagreement was worse than it actually was.

James was curious as to what had caused his wife to smile. “Who’s the message from?” he asked Sara. She put her phone against her chest and said, “None of your business… But, if you must know it was from George… He thinks you are abusing me”. James shook his head in disbelief. “And what’s an old goat like him going to do about it, eh?” growled James as he got up from the table and put his dinner things in the dishwasher.

Sara grinned, taking pleasure from seeing her husband getting angry from George’s concern. “I’m off to bed… I’ll make an early start tomorrow…” said James and started towards their bedroom. “Hey!... Where do you think you are going?” snapped Sara, adding “You’re not sharing my bed until you admit you were perving over Cathy’s big fat udders!”.

James had to bite his tongue. He was fed up with his wife’s stubbornness. “Fine!... I’ll sleep down here… Maybe you can get George round to sleep with you? Though I don’t think there would be much room left in the bed for you!”. Sara didn’t respond and stormed upstairs to her bedroom. She flopped onto the bed and fumed at her husband’s attitude. Just then her phone buzzed again. Looking at the screen she saw she had a photo message from George.

Sara tapped her phone screen and the image on the message filled the screen. She gasped when she realised what she was looking at. It was a close-up of George’s erection trying to burst its way out of his shorts. “Holy fuck!” Sara whispered. She studied the picture for several seconds, still astonished at the dimensions of old George's member. The arrival of another message made Sara jump. It was another message from George, apologising for sending the inappropriate picture, saying he had done it by accident.

Sara replied, saying it was OK and she had already deleted it, but that was a lie. The image of the extraordinarily large phallus was still on her screen. It took Sara a long time to fall asleep. She couldn’t stop thinking about the massive cock and why she wasn’t disgusted by it being attached to her fat slob of a neighbour. Even as she slept she dreamed of large cocks floating before her.

In the morning James was first to wake. He soon had his truck packed and was ready to head out. He found Sara in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. “I’m going now… I’ll call you when I reach the site”. “Yeah… OK” replied Sara trying to sound as if she could care less. Her response riled James and he couldn’t stop himself responding. “I thought you were going round to see George today… Why don’t you go now?... Give the old bastard an early morning surprise!”.

Sara gave her husband a sarcastic smile and said “Sure!... Why not?”. She stormed off to her bedroom and returned a few minutes later in her skimpiest bikini and a pair of 4” heels. “Do you think he will approve?” Sara asked James as she pushed past him and headed out to George’s house. “Fuck!... I think you’ll give him a heart attack!” called out James. Sara walked purposely across to Geroge’s house, head held high and rolling her hips. James followed her to watch how the situation was going to play out.

Sara rang George’s doorbell. A few seconds later the door opened and a surprised George stood there, mouth open at the erotic sight before him. “Hope you don’t mind me calling so early, but I really want to use your pool again” said Sara sweetly as she pushed her way past George, glancing back to see James’ reaction. Her husband just laughed, thinking as soon as he left Sara would be straight out of George’s house. “You two have fun!” he called out, then climbed into his truck and drove off.

Sara heard the front door close, then the sound of the deadlock being set. She turned around to see George staring at her, breathing heavily and a look of hunger on his face. “Oh… I’m sorry George… Did I disturb you?” stammered Sara as George advanced towards her. She began to tremble as a cold shiver ran down her spine as she realised what a dangerous position she was in.

 

[Doctor Love]

Having to grab onto the doorframe for a second, George was absolutely stunned by the way his neighbour looked walking into the place. There was this weird sensation, this combination between feeling the need to tell her thay both her tits and ass were basically out on display... that those shoes would break her ankles and made her doe legs look even more like they were meant to be in the air...
And wanting to fuck the absolute shit out of her. The latter, unfortunatly, won that contest in his head as he turned and followed Sara in his house. The way she made herself at home, that she was here so comfortably... George knew she wanted a piece of him as well!!

"Of course not, I will give you everything you want so badly." He said with a wicked grin, and rather than hide his eyes, he allowed them to roam her body freely. "You're very beautiful Sara, your husband is a loser." He said, passing her by, his cock pointing the way as he walked into the kitchen to pour her a glass of wine. "Why don't you get into the water already, sun's about to be up fully... and it will be nice to be cool before it gets really hot. I'll bring you a drink soon, and finish what work I started yesterday. Then maybe I'll join you in the pool, if you don't mind?"

Watching as the woman headed out, focussing on every muscle and little bounce of her ass, George reached for something he'd never thought he'd touch again... from the drawer in the kitchen, George pulled the strong aphrodisiacs his wife had purchased. She'd hoped to get another night of fun after she'd gotten healthy again... purchasing these in advance to help her old body to feel young again...

George looked at the pills, having never used even a single one with his wife... he read the label. Just one was adviced... two maximum... a wicked grin spreading across his lips. Two max for an old woman, surely Sara could take three. A good triple dose, for a killer body like hers... he dropped one... two... three pills into the bottle of red wine and gave it a good stir. The dark red color hid that purple hint of aphrodisiacs perfectly!

Finally, he walked out and set a glass on the edge of the pool. Saying not a single word in fear of ruining the surprise, he went back inside immediatly and sat at his laptop. Typing... and running out any chance he got to refill her glass. If only she drank it, she would... right?!

George couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her brain and body? Would she be conflicted? Whatever it was, he was sure to find out... door was locked, no husband to safe her... George had no problem playing to long waiting game now! He had her exactly where he wanted her!

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Sara's stomach was twisted with anxiety, it felt like the time she lost her virginity. A mix of fear and excitement flooded through her. She just hoped George wouldn't notice. As she turned to look at George, Sara guessed he wasn't going to notice her emotional state, his eyes darted between her breasts and groin, both parts of her body nearly concealed. Parading herself in front of George in such a blatant way was such a slutty thing to do, something Sara thought she would never willingly do, but she convinced herself it was just to piss off her husband. However, she knew the real reason she was in the fat ugly pervert's house. She needed to find out if what she saw yesterday was real. If old, unfit, obese George really was hung like a donkey.

Sara didn't have to wait for her curiosity to be partially satisfied. As George walked towards her his obvious erection was tenting in the leg of his shorts. Sara tried not to stare, but couldn't help sneaking a few glances at the twitching bulge. George suggested Sara go to the pool to take advantage of the coolness of early morning. She hadn't planned to stay, intending to make an excuse to leave as soon as James had left, but now she felt it would be rude to leave so quickly and the pool did look very inviting. She was glad to hear George say he had work to do and that he would let Sara enjoy the water by herself. Sara was appreciative of the glass of wine George brought out, even though it was too early to be drinking. It helped calm her nerves and she started to relax, enjoying the combination of cool water and warm sun.

Sara had only taken six or seven sips of wine but already felt very tipsy. She thought it best not to stay in the water and climbed out of the pool and unsteadily walked over to a lounger at the edge of the pool. The sun was now up and its rays fell on Sara's body sending a throb of warmth through her. She gulped down more of the wine and felt increasingly happy and aroused. Soon Sara had consumed the entire glass of the drugged drink and her body was enflamed with passion. She writhed around on the lounger, trying to ease the gnawing ache of lust that was building form between her legs. Eventually, she couldn't resist the demands her body was making. She slid the tiny patches of material, of her bikini top, off her erect nipples and began to pinch and pull at the hardened nubs.

Sara squirmed moaning, enjoying the electric-like sensations she gave herself but it was not enough to satisfy her desire. One of her hands ran down her body, pulling aside the strip of cloth that covered her excited pussy. She gasped as she ran a finger over the already slick slit and then gave a throaty groan as her finger penetrated her hungry sex. Soon Sara was furiously frigging herself, but no matter how much effort she put into her masturbation she couldn't sate her ravenous sexual hunger. Sara was so lost in her horniness she had forgotten where she was. It was only when the hot rays of the sun suddenly stopped caressing her body, did she open her eyes and look up. There stood George, almost panting, licking his lips and rubbing the large bulge in his shorts.

Sara gasped "Oh God!... I'm sorry George... I don't know what's happened... I so fucking horny!... I need to cum!". Sara then looked at George's concealed cock and reached out towards it. "Holy fuck, George!... You look so big!... You can't have a cock that big?... It looks huge!". All the time Sara was talking she was finger fucking her dripping pussy, totally consumed by her raging depraved lust.

 

[Doctor Love]

There may have been a some hesitation when she'd gotten a little white in the face... when she stumbled to her lounger to get her rest. But as soon as she touched her nipples, that hesitation was gone. When she went ahead and slipped even a single finger into herself, George was fucking her. Period. If he had to hold her down and absolutely force himself into her... he would do that at this point. Prepared to bring the worst of humanity to her, he stood in front of her lounger as she went ahead and played with herself as she talked about his cock.

It took enormous amounts op self control for him not to replace her finger with his cock. He did however, not bother asking any questions. The old man may have been fat, but he was strong. Plus, she was just a small cute woman with lite body... George leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Sara and lifted her off of the lounger with some effort but swung her across his shoulder. Smacking her upturned behind with his palm, George carried Sara inside.

"I'm gonna make you fucking cum like your husband never could. How does 13 inches of cock pumping in your womb sound?" He asked, as he kept walking inside. Grabbing the bottle of wine off of the counter.

He couldn't get her up the stairs, but he couls plop her down on the sofa! Doing exactly that, George stood over the woman. Looking at Sara, he took a step back and dropped his pants and boxers in one smooth motion. Flicking the 13 inch member up as it was freed, already shimmering with a hint of precum.

"How big is your husband Sara?" He hissed, grabbing her hair tightly in his hand suddenly and making her eyes focus on the thick, veiny cock that almost poked her stomach even as he stood a step away. "Answer me!"

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Sara was desperate for George's massive cock, her pussy was watering and twitching, hungry to be filled. She had never been so aroused in her entire life and the sight of George's member tenting his shorts, threatening to burst through the straining material, sent her into a feverish crazed state. Sara reached out for the pulsating bulge, but before she could make contact George had reached down and scooped her up in his arms from the lounger.

Sara shrieked, surprised at being lifted so quickly and effortlessly, and found herself across George's broad shoulders. She began to thrash and wriggle but couldn't escape the strong grip that held her in place. A sudden smack on her early covered ass sent a stinging pain through her plump rounded rear, straight into her ravenous sex, causing her to whimper and refrain from struggling. George told Sara he was going to satisfy her like James could never do and she groaned at the salacious thought of that happening, the large dose of stimulants removing all inhibitions and sensible thinking.

George carried Sara into the house as if she was a bag of shopping. He flung her onto the sofa and she landed on her back with arms and legs splayed open. Due to all of her squirming trying to free herself from George's clutches, her bikini had been displaced, leaving her breasts and pussy exposed. Sara lay panting, waiting for George to do what he had promised. She was trembling with wonton desire as George yanked down his lower garments to reveal his fully erect cock.

"Oh my fucking god!" cried Sara, as the obscene size cock twitched and bobbed up and down before her. She was like the prey of a cobra, hypnotised by the slow swaying of the almighty snake. George asked Sara a question but her attention was captured by the monstrous shaft in front of her face. George gasped his cock and waved it to break the spell that encaptured Sara, then repeated the question. "What?..." whimpered Sara, still enthraled by the heavy-looking long length of flesh. "James... He's seven inches fully hard... Nothing like yours George!".

Sara let her legs fall wide part then reached down and pulled her sex open. She shrieked out, "Oh Christ, Geroge!... I need you to fuck me now!... Shove your giant cock up my married cunt... I'll do whatever you want... I need to feel you stretch open... Ruin me for normal men". Sara had been fully corrupted by her drug-induced arousal, using foul language she would never consider using. Her only aim was to have George inside her.

 

[Doctor Love]

He barely heard her comments about James his size. It registered in the back of his mind how much bigger he was than his neighbour, and how deep he'd be inside of Sara compared to him... but his eyes only really focussed on that which lay before him. Which was a lot! A lot of tits and pussy to take in after not seeing them in years! She said things, naugty... forbidden and perhaps disgusting things... but most of them fell on deaf ears as well.

George his cock bobbed as it flexed, and Sara may as well have begged to be let go. He didn't care, glad she wanted him perhaps... but he was shoving his cock all the way inside of her one way... or another.

Moving forward, George his grubby old hand grabbed one ankle... and turned Sara sideways. So her body fully lay across the couch as he still held her ankle. Using it to open her legs for him to kneel between, his cock was already pressing against her thigh when another sweaty hand found the thin material that was meant to seperate her pussy from the outside world. Too bad he hated it and it's purpose... a sharp sound filled the room, as George tore the fabric straight off of her body, and tossed the now useless bikini bottems towards his television.

Leaning forward, his tip kissed her pussy. Feeling how wet she was, George knew this was going to be a tight fit regardless. She could use any bit of lubrication she had, and then some. Luckily, he had a full mouth of saliva to offer to the mix. Spitting straight onto her pussy, George somehow knew James would never do that. But before the thought to even taunt Sara with such a thing manifested, George cast his head back as his hips had gotten impatient and slammed forward. Forcing all of himself into her, impaling her on his cock.

Looking down, as he groaned in pleasure, he could see himself bulge her insides ever so slightly. Even more, did his arrogant smirk spread across his lips, as he pulled back... and slammed forward. Hearing his hips crash into hers. Feeling his balls smack against her ass... before he started to really fuck her.

Where his unfit body lacked in both physical power and speed... as well as stamina as they'd come to find out... his cock made up for it, and then some! Just seeing the response of her body, of her face... George moved his hands to her hips and pulled them deeper underneath him. Truely giving her every last inch now that he basically withdrew and impaled her with as much speed and force he could master... there was nowhere to go for Sara once George cast his head back a second time... roaring as he emptied himself deep inside of her, holding her still as an orgasm more powerful than any he could remember washed over him.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

George took hold of Sara's legs to keep them fully spread, even though she wasn't doing her best to do that herself. His hot lips on her dribbling pussy caused Sara to groan lustfully in anticipation of receiving what she was so desperate for. Instead of the expected penetration, Sara watched George draw up a mouthful of saliva and then spit it onto her already-drenched slit.

Such a disgusting act would have normally made Sara fly into a rage. Instead, she hissed "Yes! Use me like a cheap whore!" thrusting her hips upwards, offering her sex to her bloated ugly tormentor. George didn't need any further encouragement. He placed the engorged mushroom-like cock head at the entrance of Sara's pussy and thrust forward with all his might.

The massive cock battered its way into Sara, stretching and tearing her tight passage, knocking the breath from her. Pain and pleasure mixed with the stimulating drugs to conjure sensations Sara had never experienced before. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth gaped wide but no sound came out. As George began to start thrusting in and out of Sara's slender body she began to push back in unison, her body desperate to have the giant phallus as deep as possible.

It only took half a dozen strokes of George's cock to ignite Sara's first orgasm. There was no slow gradual build-up, instead, the avalanche of sensual release exploded like a firework. Sara's body stiffened and shook as the wave of wonton ecstasy swept through her. George didn't relent, he had built up a steady rhythm and had no intention of stopping until he satisfied himself.

As Sara descended from climax she immediately felt the next building. It took just moments to arrive and when it detonated Sara was again turned into a quivering wreck. She lost count of how many times she came, it seemed every other stroke of Geroge's shaft continued the torrent of indescribable pleasure. Finally, George's thrusting stopped as he ground himself fully into Sara, blowing like a bull as he pumped her full of his thick creamy seed.

It felt like Sara's innards were being hosed down as the blast of cum coated her. It was enough to bring yet another, and her final orgasm. Sara had almost blacked out from the physical abuse her body had endured from George's brutal fucking and the cascaded of body-trembling orgasms. As Sara regained some awareness she felt George pull out of her, with a loud slurp. She could feel his excessive amount of hot cum running out of her stretched pussy and it certainly did feel like it was gaping wide open.

Sara was spent, unable to move. Her eye flickered, and she saw George looking down at her with a smug smile. Somewhere in her fogged mind, Sara knew what had happened was wrong. She had been unfaithful to her husband with a person she considered disgusting and odious yet the feelings of guilt and shame were already being suppressed by the twitching of her married pussy that was desperate to sample George's obscene member again.