11 comments/ 40221 views/ 4 favorites Wendy's Education Ch. 01 By: MyBlondeWifeIsHot Mike and Wendy had dated for two years. They attended the same college, but different classes due to different majors. After a long week of midterm exams, they decided to go out and blow off some steam with a group of people - mostly friends but also a few acquaintances. Neither Mike nor Wendy were experienced drinkers. Wendy tried a fruit flavored mixed drink, and Mike chose rum and cokes. They were getting gradually more relaxed, and were enjoying the carefree chatter for a while, catching up with friends. The apartment was medium sized, but the cramped hallways and rooms meant that guests had to circulate to talk to different clusters of people at the party. It had already been underway for three hours before Mike and Wendy arrived, and many people they knew only in passing or not at all were floating in and out. Because there were more exams scheduled the following day, the crowd thinned out appreciably right before midnight. Mike was enjoying his second drink, and having not had much to eat that day due to his schedule, he was starting to feel the effects even more than usually. He also did not notice that he grabbed a strong bottle of rum, of the sort that was easy on a college student's wallet but hard on the head the next day, for his refill. Wendy was having a good time, talking with friends about not much of significance. She was particularly stressed earlier in the week, so she welcomed the relief her drinks brought. The fruity concoctions were sweet, but concealed a large amount of alcohol content. Mike eventually pulled Wendy aside, and kissed her briefly. She smiled at him as she returned to talking with Anne, one of her classmates. Mike tried to gently and discreetly fondle her ass,which was making her skirt stretch tightly on top, but she pushed his hands away. He tried again, with the same result. She had not been "putting out" as much as she had before this year of college, and he was often horny. Wobbly, as he went to get another drink, he ran into his classmate Rob. He glanced back at Wendy, in her mid-length skirt, blouse and heels, and started discussing his midterms with Rob. Anne and Wendy got along well. "You should make him take you somewhere nice for your anniversary" the brunette told Wendy. Anne was medium height, about average in looks, but attracted more than her share of guys due to her flirting. She pretended that it was just a front, and to most guys it was. Only rarely did she allow someone close enough, and even then only briefly, to see her true nature. Wendy always found her funny, and a little different. Anne turned to a friend of her passing by. "Oh, hi Dave", she said, winked at Wendy, and turned away. A wave of tiredness hit Wendy, and she snuck into one of the unoccupied rooms to sit on the sofa for a few minutes to recover. The blonde had every intention of returning to the party she was looking forward to all week. Her drinks really started to take effect, and she soon fell asleep, one leg on the sofa, another on the floor. In her hand was the drink she just made. As she fell asleep, it balanced briefly on the soft sofa cushion, then toppled over, spilling a dark stain over the not exactly clean carpet. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- About 45 minutes later, Brent walked in. Brent and his two roommates have lived in the apartment for almost a year, since he transferred from an out of state college as a serial part-time student, part-time waiter. "Shit" was his first thought as he saw the stain the drink made on the floor, not because of an inherent sense of cleanliness but because he neither wanted to clean it up nor wanted to be charged for it when drifted again to a different town. Brent bent down to take a look at the stain. When he looked up he glimpsed Wendy's round, fat tits spilling so slightly out of her top, her legs splayed, her heels still on as she lay sleeping on the couch. His cock stirred instantly as he has not been with a girl in a while. Wendy was not the sort of slutty girl he usually was attracted to, but his cock was getting hard. He approached her, the light from the street illuminating her curvy form partially, her face mostly hidden but her body laid out on the couch to be taken in by Brent's eyes. He hesitated for minutes, and then finally moved closer. He touched her skin, running his hand down one of her calves. This felt forbidden, and Brent for some reason thought of the first time he smoked a joint after school. His mind quickly focused on the female in front of him. She stirred almost imperceptibly, but was clearly in deep sleep. Brent moved closer still, bolder now, and placed his hands on her knees, pushing them apart slowly. Her legs opened, Wendy's creamy thighs becoming visible at first, then her turquoise green panties. Brent moved closer, having worked up the courage to touch her inner thighs.He was gentle, but his intent was solidifying. His cock already had. Brent's fingers made their way to Wendy's panties. He slipped his index finger under a lacy strap, pulling it aside. As his thumb inadvertently brushed against her clit, Wendy slowly stirred. Brent, bolder now, started to deliberately flick his thumb around, pushing against the nub. The girl eventually responded by alternately tensing and reeling from the unexpected sensation vaguely but powerfully pulsating from between her legs. Brent did not usually care for foreplay, but he enjoyed making this girl, out of his class, respond to him sexually. For a few minutes he stroked her clit with his thumb, amazed that as heavy as her breathing got, she remained asleep or at least not fully awake. His thumb was now in her, pushed past her moist pussy-lips and into her tight vagina. She felt supple and moist, and he found her scent intoxicating. "Who is she?" Brent was startled as Rocco walked in the room, a large plastic cup full of beer in his hand. He set it down, and looked at the scene in front of him. Brent was not popular with women, so he knew that something else must explain what was taking place. As Brent's long time pot supplier, he knew both that Brent was weak-willed and easily cowered. And someone who was past due on money he did not have. Rocco smiled, and unzipped his pants. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mike was asleep in the room next door. His mind clouded by alcohol, he dreamt of Wendy's pussy, which he knew so intimately well. He was hard, his cock throbbing as he slept fitfully. He drifted out of sleep, horny, realized where he was, and thought about finding Wendy. Even drunk, he anticipated her reaction if he tried to have sex with her while she was tired, at a friend's house. "Not a fucking chance", he muttered to himself, as he felt his cock strain against his pants. He unzipped his pants, and started to squeeze his still hardening cock. He was about average sized, and Wendy never complained. Mike imagined finding Wendy, spreading her legs, and slipping his cock into his girlfriend's pussy while she moaned softly. He stroked his cock to the thought of his sweet girlfriend spreading herself for him as she called his name. He imagined how it felt when the head of his cock pushed past her opening, her lubed up pussy yielding to accept him. He imaged her looking at him, a look of desire and belonging in her eyes. He imagined her moaning softly at first then becoming louder as the cock inside her. "Mike, Mike, Mike, fuck me, fuck meee". She always satisfied him, but in his rum-fueled dreams Wendy used the sort of language that rarely if ever escaped her parted lips. "I love it, fuck me harder. Mmmmphh. Mmmm. Yes. So fucking big, yesss, stretch me wide with your big cock baby. Fuck me Mike." In truth, Wendy enjoyed sex, but she rarely came herself when they had sex. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the next room, separated by a few inches of drywall and paint, Rocco kicked his pants off, and moved over the half-sleeping girl whose pussy now radiated heat from Brent's illicit stimulation. Brent felt a flash of anger, like a hyena would when a lion claims his kill, but suppressed it. This only fueled his desire to fuck Wendy, but he would have to wait his turn, if that ever came. Wendy laid on her back, her legs spread, Rocco's fat muscular torso on top of her, thrusting his thick stubby cock into her tight vagina as she lay comforted by the alcohol. He almost always put on a condom with the girls he fucked, because it would have been foolish to go bareback into most of them. But he didn't use anything with Wendy, just took his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit. Her pussy was not shaved like some of the girls he occasionally fucked, but with fine medium length light blonde fur with petite lips. She did not usually need help with lubrication, and on that night her pussy did not disappoint Rocco. After less than a minute of rubbing on her clit, his fat cock was poised at her opening. He really wanted to take her, so he grabbed her ankles, and started to work his tool, leaking precum, into Wendy's opening. He held her trim ankles, her pink painted toes and the black sandal strap around her ankle exciting him further. "Open wide" he said to Mike' girlfriend, and watched as the wide head of his tool pushed past her tight opening. Wendy gave off a little gasp as Rocco went balls deep in her vagina, his balls touching her asshole as he pushed as deeply as his tool would go. She had never been this stretched, other than the time she was really horny and a little drunk and worked an improvised dildo too far into herself. But she was in control that time, allowing her tight lips and vagina far more time to adjust than Rocco was giving them. She was definitely not in control as Rocco took her. She was stretched tightly around Rocco, Ugh, uhg, ugh", a soft, rhythmic, submissive moaning, coupled with the slapping sound of Wendy getting fucked. With an animalistic urge Rocco slammed his fat dick into the now completely submissive girl's perfectly warm, feminine, conquered pussy.