South Park Smut And Such

Stan x Wendy: How to Explain?

(Possible TW: cussing)
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Wendy has been feeling strange lately. She's been having more...sexual urges lately. Which was unusual for her
She seldom thought of sex, but her mind has been wandering to Stan. She's an adult now, and so is he. And as adults, sex is acceptable. She just doesn't know how to express that to her boyfriend, who is still fairly childish.

She didn't think that he'd reject her advances though, he has the mind of a teenage boy, but then again, they are eighteen, so that isn't unreasonable. She made arrangements for him to come over to her apartment. As an intelligent young woman, she got a job a few years ago and put up a good, stable amount of money.

Stan's point of view

Wendy has been acting strange. When we hang out, she goes to the bathroom a lot for fairly long periods. I wonder if she's having shit issues? If that's the case, I don't wanna know. I knock on her apartment door, and she answers. She's dressed...rather differently. Her clothes are skimpy, and not her usual at all. Don't get me wrong, she looks hot as fuck, but I have a feeling Bebe has something to do with this.

"H-hey Stan, come on in." I walk inside slowly, trying not to focus on her figure. She hugs me, her breasts pressing against my chest firmly. Soft. I try to steer my head away from the thought. "What's up, babe?" My voice is a little higher than I want it to be. "Nothing, is everything okay?" I nod and smile, "Yeah." "I made some lemonade, let me go pour you a glass."

I nod and let out a sigh, but suddenly she drops her phone and bends over to pick it up. Her shorts are almost the length of panties, and that is what I see. Purple and white striped panties. My heart skips a beat. Holy fuck... I feel myself becoming hard and groan silently. "Hey babe, I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick, okay?"

"Okay, stan!" Her voice calls from the kitchen.

Wendy's point of view

I finish pouring him a glass and set it on the coffee table. I hope Bebe's plan works... I make my way to the bathroom door silently and blush when I hear him groaning and panting. I hurry back into my living room, and pour my glass of lemonade down my white spaghetti strap, knocking a few over on purpose to make a commotion.

Stan comes out of the bathroom as I pull my shirt off, exposing my purple bra. "O-oh! Stan! I uhm...I spilled my drink!" His jaw is dropped right now! "Wendy, I uh...I think we need to discuss some things..." "Like what, Stan?" My heart is pounding. "Like how you need to let me undress you right this instant."

I can't help but giggle as he gives me a goofy smirk. "I know what's been up with you now, baby. Come here~." I walk over to him, and he takes me into my room, shutting the door behind us. I can feel myself already becoming excited. He kisses my shoulders, and my neck, and then pauses to kiss my lips as he carefully pushes me down onto my bed. I moan into his mouth as he cups my breasts, squeezing them delicately.

Third-person point of view

Stan fumbles with her bra, finally undoing all of the hooks. Her breasts pop free, and he immediately feels his boner come back. "Wendy, my darling~...you're stunning~." Wendy blushes, and moans as he fondles her nipples, rolling them between in index finger and thumb. They harden instantly, and her back arches.

The boy pecks her cheek before taking one of her buds in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it, occasionally pulling it with his teeth. He does the same thing to the other one, careful not to make them swell. He kisses them, even down the valley between them. His hands trace her sides, holding her hips firmly. He slips down her booty shirt in one swift motion, admiring her panties.

"These are cute by the way, thanks for the sneak peek earlier, babe~" She nods, her face deep red, "y-you're welcome." He kisses the center, right where her sex is, making her moan. Her fingers entangle in Stan's hair, pulling him closer to her sensitive place. He moves the panties to the side, getting a good view of her core.

"May I~?" She nods, bracing herself. His tongue slides through her folds, circling her entrance and then making its way to her clit. He massages it with his tongue, making her squirm and moan. She pulls his hair softly, unable to control her movements. He thrusts himself inside, still swirling his tongue. "S-Stan~!" She can feel him smirk against her.

Stan's point of view

She doesn't taste bad at all. And I love the way she's reacting, it's turning me on. This is my girl, nobody else gets to have her. Nobody else gets to see her perfect body like I do. Her beautiful breasts, her slim waist, those perfect hips of hers...don't even get me started on those thighs... I smirk against her sex as she moans and pulls my hair. I then pull away, loving the way she whines.

I pull her cute panties back over her sex, giving it another sweet kiss. "What's the matter, baby~?" She's flustered, and before I even used my tongue, she was soaked. My poor girl didn't say anything, and she's been off for an entire month. "You wanna take this slow, or do you need me?" She looks away quickly, speaking barely above a whisper, "I need you..."

I nod slowly, and undo my belt, setting it to the side. She watches me intently as I begin to pull my pants down. I watch her expression change as she sees my bulge, she's desperate for it. I lean in and kiss her, pressing it firmly against her clothed sex. I grind it against her, making her moan and pant against my lips. I move my hips faster, unable to hold back a groan. The simple sound drives her crazy.

"F-fuck me, Stan...please..." I nod, now not in the mood to play. I pull my boxers down, and then her panties, which are slick and wet with her arousal. "I'm keeping these." She nods, not caring at the moment. I toss them to the floor onto my pants, lining myself up to her pink folds.

I tease her a bit by rubbing my tip up and down through them, before stuffing her hole full. I can feel her stretching around me, her walls hugging my cock like her life depended on it. She whimpers, and I kiss her again. I can't help but groan as I move my hips a little, and she grabs hold of my shoulders.

Wendy's point of view

I feel so full. The most I've ever used was three fingers...and he's huge. Fuck, it feels so good~! He begins to move, and I moan softly, calling out to him. He moves a little faster, ready to find my sweet spot, and I gasp, my nails digging into my shoulders. He groans at the sensation, making me moan again. "Wendy, you're so tight~....fuck~..."

He picks up his pace significantly, making me moan constantly, each one louder than the last. My stomach tightens already, and a whimper, "Stan...I'm c-close..." He nods, "I can tell, you're getting tighter and tighter~" My back arches, and I moan louder at the feeling. Fuck, this way makes me feel even more full~! I grip his shoulders tightly, feeling myself letting go.

Stan's point of view

She squirts around my dick, her juices pouring out of wherever they can. I groan as the hot liquid coats my dick, and pound on. "Do you want me to pull out?" She nods, panting. Just before I release, I pull out and cum up her stomach and chest, hissing through my teeth in satisfaction. I kiss her forehead and go to grab her a towel, wetting it gently and cleaning her up.

I grab her a glass of that lemonade and bring it to her side, but she's already asleep. "That's my girl." I kiss her softly before climbing into bed with her, covering us up with her sheets. They smell like her, and I cover my nose, hiding my face in her hair. "I love you, Wendy." She's still sound asleep, and I smile to myself. "I'm so lucky to have a woman like you."

I feel myself become drowsy, and before I know it, I drift into sleep.
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I hope that wasn't too sloppy