Hey out there, all you groovy cats!
Here's something I just whipped together on a whim. This is not meant to be a masterpiece of American Literature, but it was fun to watch it unfold in my mind...
I got to say sorry for the size of the story. And to think this is the only the first thing I thought of today...
Sara Winters-Wells
Born: August 13, 1970 in Buffalo, New York
Parents: Anthony (college professor) and Elizabeth (bank manager)
Siblings: One sister born June 6, 1973 named Tamara
College: Duke University in Durham, North Carolina (class of '92)
Majored in: Psychology
Married: October 16, 1994 to her college sweetheart, Stephen Wells (himself a student at--of all places--The University of North Carolina)
Children: Three daughters--Jessica (born November 22, 1995) Caitlin (born December 18, 1998) Shannon (born August 27, 2000)
Physical desciption: Sara is a 5'6" redhead weighing in at around 125 pounds. She has a very clear and beautiful complexion with just a hint of freckles on and around her head and chest. Speaking of her chest, it is safe to say she would not win any Dolly Parton look alike contests since her dressers are crammed with plenty of 32A bras (this just makes her breasts more sensitive when fondled).
Personality: The hot-tempered redhead image goes out the window with this woman. She is very reserved in her ways of life and rarely loses her temper--even with three daughters to handle. According to her husband, he almost found it unnerving to have sex with her due to her delicate stature and quiet demeanor.
The following is my interview with the couple (minus the three daughters)
Me: Rather than get involved in all the fluff stuff, let's get to the juicy part of your lives. How is your love life going?
Sara: Well with three girls to take care of, we have to enjoy every chance we get...
Steve: And do we ever enjoy it! At least I do. I mean fucking this nice little lady is like being in Heaven!
Sara: I hate to use "that" term. You know? the F-word. I just feel "sex" is more romantic and loving. Maybe it's just a girl way of thinking.
Me: Yeah, I would pretty much say that's the truth (little chuckle)
Steve: For me, it's "sex" while she was pregnant and the F-word when she wasn't. I'm not much of a cad. I do respect her different physical nature and took it easier with her during those times.
Sara: (rolling her eyes) Oh, thanks a lot!
Me: Alright, forget what you call it, what are your chosen positions?
Sara: Did you say positions as in plural? I thought there was just him on top and that's all. I can get on top if he's in a coma and that's about the truth. Spooning? Don't know anything about that. I have heard about it though and it sounds like it could be fine.
Steve: She doesn't get the fact that a 6'3" man weighing 250 pounds does not lie down prone for a tiny girl. It's just not right looking.
Me: Hmmm. Well we were going to ask you to demonstrate a couple various unique postions, but just one is not what we had in mind.
Sara: You mean watch us...
Steve: Fuck? Hell yeah, I can go for some of that right about now
Sara: I don't believe this!
Steve: I do! Ha ha Ha.
(Steve stands up and drops his pants. This exposes something that looks like an over-sized stick of pepperoni. I must admit I was joking at first, but now it is very interesting to see how the tiny, demure woman is able to handle that peice of equipment. He Holds out his hand and offers to help her up, but she refuses and gets up on her own. She slowly and unsurely pulls off her top. I can safely assume there will not be--and never has been--any tit fucking with this couple. Let's face it, tit fucking requires...tits and she hardly has any to speak of at all. In fact, I'm more impressed with her nipples. They more than make up for the tiny breasts)
Steve: Would you look at those little puppies? aren't they the cutest things you ever did see? (He reaches out and grabs one nipple with his finger and rolls it around making it even more prominent than before)
(For a couple married over ten years, he still seemed a bit hesitant to do anything more until he was sure she was not an unwilling participant--especially with a stranger no more than ten feet away--me).
Steve: I suppose now it's alright to move on...I hope
(Like the typical "good wife" she says nothing to stop him as he pulls her closer to him. He grabs the top of her pants and pulls them down along with the pink panties underneath. This shows me a finely manicured piece of shrubbery--if indeed you could call it that at all. In reality, it's just a sliver of a hair patch just above the way inside. He pokes out his tounge and it darts to the opening which causes both Steve and Sara to shudder with pleasure. By now, the dick I thought was impressive had grown even more. When Sara noticed it, her eyes widened like saucers. I wasn't sure if this was normal size or if this was going to rip some new opening in her at some point)
Steve pulled her down to his level and placed her on the floor with her legs apart. He gave a quick kiss to each nipple of his wife then climbed on board and pushed it in with no type of preperation. I expected to hear an earth-shattering yell or scream from Sara, but all I heard was a lousy cheap whimper. That was a disappointment for sure.
It only lasted a mere few minutes before he pulled out and sprayed her chest with his load. Not once did she even raise her voice above a slight moan. I guess you're supposed to sound like that when you want to have sex and there are three young kids in the same house. Once again the "good and obdient wife" took hold of her and she allowed him to fuck her for that one time.
In an almost laughable move, Steve got up and sat naked on the chair, "What's the next question?" he said
I was still fixated on his tiny wife still catching her breath and wiping off her chest.
I fumbled in my pocket for the notebook of questions, then Steve let loose with an utterly outrageous remark, "Do you wanna fuck her?"
Sara looked in disbelief at her husband, but I almost jumped out of my chair and was ready to drop my pants before she could get back to getting dressed. Luckily, my sense got the better of me and I declined the offer--but it was very tempting indeed.
Steve looked in amazement that there was a guy not willing to bang his wife. He stood up and looked me in the face, "What's wrong with you, man? Would you rather do her brother?"
Needless to say I was stunned at that comment, but I still refused his gesture. Of course it's not every day I get a guy standing in front of me waving his 7.5 inch piece of bologna in my face.
"C'mon", said Steve, "You can get one hole and I'll get the..."
Sara darted up from the floor and dressed in a hurry. She knew what the next line was and there was no way she would agree to that...and I don't blame her. She sat in a curled up manner on the chair still topless but with her pants on and secure. Her appearance looked as if she was raped, but as a witness I could tell you it was just a good ol fashioned FuckFest.
Ya know, come to think of it, How could I have compared to that meat stick? I'm average and that's being generous.
After I gathered myself both emotionally and physically, I continued the questioning of the couple, "So Sara tell me what's it feels like to have sex during a pregnancy"
"Well", she began, "depends on what time of the pregnancy. getting stuffed early on is nothing special, but when I get to 7-9 months, that's when it gets a bit hectic down below"
Steve butted in, "Look, man. Why don't you come back and see us in about six months and find out for yourself"
"Wow" I said, "You sure are cocky"
Okay, maybe arrogant is a better term here. Since "cocky" with the 7 inch meat stick sounds a bit redundant.
He laughed out loud at that, "Nah, dude. I'm talking about later today. You know when the interview is over and we go back home. I need a son, you see what i'm saying? I live in a house with four women! Doesn't that just beat all?"
I dont know how to respond to that. Living with four females and being able to bang just one of them is quit a trick. Of course it's sick if he tried to screw the other three other than his wife. I mean apart from the fact that they're his daughters, none of them are over ten years old. That's wrong in so many ways. Although I would be willing to bet the eldest daughter probably has bigger tits than her mom...Whoa, what am I saying?! Stop that!
I got up from my chair and began to walk over to the door to go home, "You two do what you want, but know this: I am not going to do another interview in six months unless she's having...ahhh, seven kids at once"
Steve looked at his tiny wife curled up in the chair, "Man, you're crazy! seven kids couldn't fit in that little body"
But seven inches could.
I know it's plain silly, but what do ya want? I ain't Victor Hugo!
Here's something I just whipped together on a whim. This is not meant to be a masterpiece of American Literature, but it was fun to watch it unfold in my mind...
I got to say sorry for the size of the story. And to think this is the only the first thing I thought of today...
Sara Winters-Wells
Born: August 13, 1970 in Buffalo, New York
Parents: Anthony (college professor) and Elizabeth (bank manager)
Siblings: One sister born June 6, 1973 named Tamara
College: Duke University in Durham, North Carolina (class of '92)
Majored in: Psychology
Married: October 16, 1994 to her college sweetheart, Stephen Wells (himself a student at--of all places--The University of North Carolina)
Children: Three daughters--Jessica (born November 22, 1995) Caitlin (born December 18, 1998) Shannon (born August 27, 2000)
Physical desciption: Sara is a 5'6" redhead weighing in at around 125 pounds. She has a very clear and beautiful complexion with just a hint of freckles on and around her head and chest. Speaking of her chest, it is safe to say she would not win any Dolly Parton look alike contests since her dressers are crammed with plenty of 32A bras (this just makes her breasts more sensitive when fondled).
Personality: The hot-tempered redhead image goes out the window with this woman. She is very reserved in her ways of life and rarely loses her temper--even with three daughters to handle. According to her husband, he almost found it unnerving to have sex with her due to her delicate stature and quiet demeanor.
The following is my interview with the couple (minus the three daughters)
Me: Rather than get involved in all the fluff stuff, let's get to the juicy part of your lives. How is your love life going?
Sara: Well with three girls to take care of, we have to enjoy every chance we get...
Steve: And do we ever enjoy it! At least I do. I mean fucking this nice little lady is like being in Heaven!
Sara: I hate to use "that" term. You know? the F-word. I just feel "sex" is more romantic and loving. Maybe it's just a girl way of thinking.
Me: Yeah, I would pretty much say that's the truth (little chuckle)
Steve: For me, it's "sex" while she was pregnant and the F-word when she wasn't. I'm not much of a cad. I do respect her different physical nature and took it easier with her during those times.
Sara: (rolling her eyes) Oh, thanks a lot!
Me: Alright, forget what you call it, what are your chosen positions?
Sara: Did you say positions as in plural? I thought there was just him on top and that's all. I can get on top if he's in a coma and that's about the truth. Spooning? Don't know anything about that. I have heard about it though and it sounds like it could be fine.
Steve: She doesn't get the fact that a 6'3" man weighing 250 pounds does not lie down prone for a tiny girl. It's just not right looking.
Me: Hmmm. Well we were going to ask you to demonstrate a couple various unique postions, but just one is not what we had in mind.
Sara: You mean watch us...
Steve: Fuck? Hell yeah, I can go for some of that right about now
Sara: I don't believe this!
Steve: I do! Ha ha Ha.
(Steve stands up and drops his pants. This exposes something that looks like an over-sized stick of pepperoni. I must admit I was joking at first, but now it is very interesting to see how the tiny, demure woman is able to handle that peice of equipment. He Holds out his hand and offers to help her up, but she refuses and gets up on her own. She slowly and unsurely pulls off her top. I can safely assume there will not be--and never has been--any tit fucking with this couple. Let's face it, tit fucking requires...tits and she hardly has any to speak of at all. In fact, I'm more impressed with her nipples. They more than make up for the tiny breasts)
Steve: Would you look at those little puppies? aren't they the cutest things you ever did see? (He reaches out and grabs one nipple with his finger and rolls it around making it even more prominent than before)
(For a couple married over ten years, he still seemed a bit hesitant to do anything more until he was sure she was not an unwilling participant--especially with a stranger no more than ten feet away--me).
Steve: I suppose now it's alright to move on...I hope
(Like the typical "good wife" she says nothing to stop him as he pulls her closer to him. He grabs the top of her pants and pulls them down along with the pink panties underneath. This shows me a finely manicured piece of shrubbery--if indeed you could call it that at all. In reality, it's just a sliver of a hair patch just above the way inside. He pokes out his tounge and it darts to the opening which causes both Steve and Sara to shudder with pleasure. By now, the dick I thought was impressive had grown even more. When Sara noticed it, her eyes widened like saucers. I wasn't sure if this was normal size or if this was going to rip some new opening in her at some point)
Steve pulled her down to his level and placed her on the floor with her legs apart. He gave a quick kiss to each nipple of his wife then climbed on board and pushed it in with no type of preperation. I expected to hear an earth-shattering yell or scream from Sara, but all I heard was a lousy cheap whimper. That was a disappointment for sure.
It only lasted a mere few minutes before he pulled out and sprayed her chest with his load. Not once did she even raise her voice above a slight moan. I guess you're supposed to sound like that when you want to have sex and there are three young kids in the same house. Once again the "good and obdient wife" took hold of her and she allowed him to fuck her for that one time.
In an almost laughable move, Steve got up and sat naked on the chair, "What's the next question?" he said
I was still fixated on his tiny wife still catching her breath and wiping off her chest.
I fumbled in my pocket for the notebook of questions, then Steve let loose with an utterly outrageous remark, "Do you wanna fuck her?"
Sara looked in disbelief at her husband, but I almost jumped out of my chair and was ready to drop my pants before she could get back to getting dressed. Luckily, my sense got the better of me and I declined the offer--but it was very tempting indeed.
Steve looked in amazement that there was a guy not willing to bang his wife. He stood up and looked me in the face, "What's wrong with you, man? Would you rather do her brother?"
Needless to say I was stunned at that comment, but I still refused his gesture. Of course it's not every day I get a guy standing in front of me waving his 7.5 inch piece of bologna in my face.
"C'mon", said Steve, "You can get one hole and I'll get the..."
Sara darted up from the floor and dressed in a hurry. She knew what the next line was and there was no way she would agree to that...and I don't blame her. She sat in a curled up manner on the chair still topless but with her pants on and secure. Her appearance looked as if she was raped, but as a witness I could tell you it was just a good ol fashioned FuckFest.
Ya know, come to think of it, How could I have compared to that meat stick? I'm average and that's being generous.
After I gathered myself both emotionally and physically, I continued the questioning of the couple, "So Sara tell me what's it feels like to have sex during a pregnancy"
"Well", she began, "depends on what time of the pregnancy. getting stuffed early on is nothing special, but when I get to 7-9 months, that's when it gets a bit hectic down below"
Steve butted in, "Look, man. Why don't you come back and see us in about six months and find out for yourself"
"Wow" I said, "You sure are cocky"
Okay, maybe arrogant is a better term here. Since "cocky" with the 7 inch meat stick sounds a bit redundant.
He laughed out loud at that, "Nah, dude. I'm talking about later today. You know when the interview is over and we go back home. I need a son, you see what i'm saying? I live in a house with four women! Doesn't that just beat all?"
I dont know how to respond to that. Living with four females and being able to bang just one of them is quit a trick. Of course it's sick if he tried to screw the other three other than his wife. I mean apart from the fact that they're his daughters, none of them are over ten years old. That's wrong in so many ways. Although I would be willing to bet the eldest daughter probably has bigger tits than her mom...Whoa, what am I saying?! Stop that!
I got up from my chair and began to walk over to the door to go home, "You two do what you want, but know this: I am not going to do another interview in six months unless she's having...ahhh, seven kids at once"
Steve looked at his tiny wife curled up in the chair, "Man, you're crazy! seven kids couldn't fit in that little body"
But seven inches could.
I know it's plain silly, but what do ya want? I ain't Victor Hugo!
