Author: Angel
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know/own nor am I associated with
Ryan Newman at all. I own the character
of Heather and the storyline.
It's never going to
happen, he thought. Might as well face up to the facts, Ryan... she likes you,
she just doesn't liiiiike you.
A depressed sigh blew past his lips as he lathered up his hair. The hot shower
pounded onto his shoulders and back, slowly waking him up for a new day. A new
day of rejection, he smiled wistfully. Here he was in the most classic of
Penthouse Forum situations: staying overnight at the apartment of the girl of
his dreams. Three days, two nights of endless possibilities, plenty of time to
seduce her, right? Yeah, right. Unless magic just started to pop out of his
dick, he didn't know what to do to make her see him in the same way he
worshipped her.
He rinsed the foam out of his hair and began to scrub his neck and chest. His
tan skin grew nearly pink from the vigorous scrubbing, but he didn't let up.
Her name was Heather and she was perfect. He knew this and loved her. She was
slightly loopy, sometimes a little too emotional, loved reading and being
completely spontaneous, and slept with far too many pillows. Heather had long,
soft curly brunette hair... pale skin that he thought sexy... her breasts were
small buds that pressed against the fabric of any shirt she wore without the
constraint of a bra... her fingers were long and slender. The unrequited love affair
Ryan had with her went back years and many stories ago, but the short of it
was: they were great friends. He wanted it to be something more, but never
could muster the courage to make a proposition. And who knows, he thought, what
goes through the mind of a woman.
He grinned when he thought back to last night. After a long day of hanging out,
shopping, seeing a fun movie together and then crashing at her place, Heather
left him to sleep on the couch while she retired to her room. He looked at her
closed door wistfully, wishing to be curled up in her bed, arms wrapped around
her as they kissed for hours. But no, there he was alone, on a
not-very-kissable couch, frustrated beyond belief. He thought of her in the
t-shirt and panties she flaunted around the apartment, and wondered what it
would be like to run his hands over the cotton fabric of her shirt, across the
silk folds of her panties. He groaned silently, his hand unconsciously wrapping
around his stiffening cock. And there, in the partial darkness and ten feet
away from the girl he longed to be with more than anything, Ryan stroked
himself and fantasized about her skin. Her mouth on his. The way he would make
her moan and cry his name as she came. His cock surging inside of her, each
thrust ramming a stream of cum deep into her pussy. He closed his eyes and
thought of this, his hand stroking up and down his hard, aching shaft. Within a
minute he came, shuddering as his cock exploded in his warm palm. Only
temporarily satisfied, he fell asleep.
In the shower that morning, he nearly laughed thinking how stupid that was.
What if she had walked out of her bedroom at that moment? What if she could
smell his cum in the room? Maybe it would have been for the best, he thought.
He felt his cock half-grow, feeling slightly nasty for having masturbated in
secret, taking her in his mind.
The progression of body washing moved from his back and stomach to his groin
and butt. The stimulation of slick soap along with the thoughts of the previous
night drew his cock out into the open. As it engorged with blood, his member
rose from the limp state between his legs to a half-filled slug to a rock-hard
spear sticking out into the steamy air.
Perhaps his preoccupation with his thoughts kept him dull to his senses, but
when Heather's voice floated from the curtain, he jerked in startlement.
"Going to be in there long?"
He stammered for a sec. "Geez, Heather, you freaked the hell out of me.
Thought you were a psycho fan or something!"
She laughed. "Noooo... just wondered what was taking so long. Are you
having problems in there?"
Ryan smiled. Yeah, sexual frustration problems. "No, just covering all the
bases. I like to be clean."
He heard her made an indiscriminate noise. Maybe a giggle. "Yeah, but
while you're getting cleaner, I'm out here soaking up dirt at an incredible
rate."
He mock sighed. "If you're so concerned that you can't wait your turn, you
might as well just hop in here with me." Wow, he thought. What a dumb
thing to say.
And to make it worse, she didn't say anything back. Oh man, he thought, she's
embarrassed now. Ryan turned into the shower stream and let it hit his face,
squinting in his tremendous stupidity. Well, might as well try to patch it
over.
He turned around. "Listen Heather, I didn't mean..."
"Didn't mean what?" Heather stood at the other end of the tub,
twinned to his nudity. Shock hit his system while he stared at her petite nude
body. Her innocent-looking face seemed darkly sensual in this context, a slight
smile the only indication of her thoughts. Her neck tapered down into the
slender slant of her shoulders. Chocolate brown nipples starkly contrasted with
the milky white tone of her breasts, which stood out hard and straight.
He couldn't avoid letting his eyes wander down her body, past her navel to the
forbidden patch of trimmed black bush and the soft folds beneath. From his
angle he couldn't see her pussy well, but knowing that nothing covered it up
excited him just the same. Her legs were spread in an aggressive stance, smooth
and begging to be touched...
Ryan couldn't think of a thing to say. *Dear Penthouse...* Fortunately, Heather
broke into the silence... "Wash my back for me?"
She turned around and took a couple steps back to him. As her body came closer,
Ryan was acutely aware of his raging member, stiffening to its full length and
pointed straight at her...
"Ohhhh," he moaned. At that moment, her tender ass made contact with
the head of his cock. Her backing up caused his cock to slide up along the soft
fold of her crack, until she stopped a half-foot away. Ryan looked down to see
one of the most erotic sights of his life: his penis, hard and literally
throbbing, pointing straight up and partially nestled between her ass cheeks.
It felt heavenly... like a warm cushion of flesh that welcomed him fully.
He nervously laughed and took the washrag into his hand. When he began to rub
the back of her shoulders, Heather made encouraging noises. "Yes, feeling
cleaner already, thanks Ryan."
"You're beautiful," he whispered back, then leaned down to kiss the
side of her neck. It felt natural to do so, and he let his lips roam lightly up
and down, feeling the pulse of her vein beating under her skin.
Meanwhile, his hands worked down her back, rubbing her skin in steady circles.
Ryan shifted his shoulder so that part of the shower stream would hit her back
as well. He felt it trickle down to his cock, hot water running into the small
gap that they had created. Feeling the stimulation, he couldn't help himself.
All or nothing, boy...
Ryan ever so slightly rocked his hips forward. The water and soap made it
extremely easy for his hard cock to press in and up. The head of his member
popped out of the depth of her butt crack and rubbed against her lower back. He
drew back, and his cock slid back down. It was... exquisite. Rubbing up and
down against her, the sensitive underside of his shaft lit up in pleasure. It
wasn't quite as full feeling as sex, or as dull as typical masturbation. It
was... intimate and sexy. He continued to rock against her, his hands dropping
the washrag and coming up to cup her small breasts. He relished the feeling of
hard nipples pressing into his palm, of his cock taking full advantage of her
smooth body.
She turned her head to kiss him fully on his lips. Long, open-mouthed
explorations followed as he moved his lower body up and down against her ass.
Her kiss... turned him on the more. It said she wanted him, she cared for him
in the way he'd longed for, and he was able to show her the emotions that were
kept bottled up for so long.
The broke the kiss to take a few breathes of steamy air. "I'm sorry,"
Ryan gasped. "This can't be doing anything for you."
Heather smiled and nuzzled his cheek. "Does it feel good?" she
breathed.
"Oh yesss..."
"Mmm... it does for me too... it's turning me on, Ryan. But can you push
against me a little more... like that, yes." His cock pressed into the
fold of her ass, and she began to feel his shaft rubbing against her anus.
Never did Heather think this would be an arousing activity, but the feel of his
large cock sliding up and down against her tight opening actually felt erotic.
A new zone of pleasure, perhaps.
After a few minutes of this activity and Ryan felt himself speeding up. Oh
damn, he knew he was going to orgasm soon, and then she'd be disappointed with
him. But there was no stopping the pace; his cock simply wouldn't allow it.
"Heather..."
"Yes?" She was breathing a bit harder as well.
"I'm going to cum soon... would you like it outside or inside?"
Heather laughed. "Oh, plenty of time for inside later... hold on one
sec."
She stepped forward, throwing Ryan into a slight lurch. His cock fell forward,
deprived of her gorgeous ass.
Heather turned around and kneeled down. He finally got to see her grinning as
much as he was. She reached forward and took his hot member in her cool hand.
He watched her look at it, mesmerized by its girth and its velvet skin. Heather
stroked it slowly, starting from the base and stretching the skin to the tip. It
felt, Ryan thought, even better than her ass.
"I want," Heather paused. "I need you to cum on my face,
Ryan." She began to stroke him faster, turning herself on with her own
words. "I want to feel your hot cum all over my tits and my mouth..."
He watched her as she moaned, turned on by the mere thought. Her free hand
snuck between her legs and furiously began to rub her clit. "Oh Ryan, you
have no idea how much I need this... to fucking cum all over me. Cum for me,
Ryan."
Not one to let a beautiful woman down, Ryan came almost on command. He let out
a loud groan and felt his cock surge past her hand. As white streams flew out,
she pumped his cock even faster. He watched as his cum landed on her face,
dripping from her forehead to her chin and all points between. She opened her
mouth as a stream partially hit it, and eagerly swallowed the sweet substance.
Her hand lowered his still-cumming shaft, pointing it at her bare chest. The
remnants of cum fell onto her collarbone and breasts, covering one nipple
entirely. A dirty part of Ryan's mind thought she looked like the perfect slut,
craving sex and unashamed of it. He liked this side of her. Liked it a lot.
Ryan kneeled down in the pouring shower and kissed her firmly. Their torsos
pressed together in a hug. Ryan could taste himself on her lips, and feel it
between their bodies. Even as the water washed the mess away, he could still
sense her body as marked.
As they kissed, Ryan's hand snuck down her belly to cup her pussy. He felt its
slippery wetness against his fingers, tracing silken lips. As her pussy lips
parted for him, He snuck a curled finger into her, swirling it around and
feeling her juices flow. Ryan loved to finger fuck women, to just focus his
senses on how wonderfully wet and soft a pussy could be. From the light moans
she passed into his mouth, he knew he was hitting a good spot. At the same time
her hand caressed his thick yet soft member.
Another break in kissing... "We gotta get you hard again, boy,"
Heather said, giving his cock an affectionate squeeze. "I'm too horny to
stop now. Stand up, Ryan."
Grinning and obeying without a murmur of disobedience, Ryan stood up. Once
again his pelvis was level with her face. Looking up into his eyes, Heather let
his cock go. It fell down against his balls with a light slap. Without a word,
she grabbed his hips and leaned forward. Still looking into his eyes, Heather
ducked her head to catch the tip of his flaccid penis in her mouth. Quickly,
she opened her lips, and his cock slid effortlessly into her mouth. She gobbled
it up until her mouth was pressed fully against his crotch.
Ryan looked down to see her envelope his full dick. It rested in the liquid
confines of her mouth. Slowly, Heather teased his shaft with her tongue and
sucked at the base of his cock. Her noises, purring at the sensation of having
him entirely in her mouth, aroused him yet again. Ryan felt his cock stiffen as
it engorged, growing larger and pressing deeper into her mouth. Even as it
passed six inches, Heather did not relent. She pressed further onto his shaft,
if possible, and made constant swallowing motions with her tongue and throat.
It teased his cock and urged it on. The head soon reached the back of her
throat.
When she desperately needed a breath, Heather let out his cock, inch by inch
past her swollen lips. In went a limp slug; out came a rock-hard fuck rod.
"Mmm... That’s better," she purred. "Now what shall we do with
it?"
Ryan reached down and ran the tip of his index finger up the length of his
shaft as she watched. "I have an idea," he said. "It'll take a
bit of coordination, though."
Heather stood up and kissed him deeply. "Well then, better hurry it up and
tell me. We're going to prune soon here."
To answer her, Ryan lay down on the bathtub floor, with his feet pointed toward
the drain. The water stream rushed down and hit his stomach and groin. He
gestured to his cock, slowly bobbing as the water hit it. "Why don't you
have a seat here," he said. "And face the wall there."
"Okay baby," Heather agreed. She walked on either side of his body,
and for a glorious second Ryan had a perfect view of her pussy passing
overhead, her engorged lips sliding back and forth as her legs moved. And then
she was straddling his hips and lowering herself down. Ryan drunk in the sight
of her wet nude body crouched over his penis. Her lower back flared out into
her supple ass, soft and begging to be ravaged. He briefly wondered what she
thought about anal sex... but the sensation of her dripping pussy enveloping
the head of his cock drove all other thoughts from his mind.
They both groaned out loud as Heather impaled herself on his shaft. She sunk
down, inch by inch, until he felt the base of his cock brushing against her
thighs. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back at a slant; she
braced herself with her arms against the side of the tub.
And then she said, very quietly, "Fuuuuuuuuuck!"
Ryan grinned. He'd wondered if Heather was the sort of girl who learned to
masturbate by letting faucet water run between her legs in the tub. Apparently,
she was. The warm water rushed down to tap against her pelvis and clit, a
constant and unrelenting flow of sensations that jolted into her body.
Without consciously deciding to, Heather began to move up and down on Ryan's
cock. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as her body felt the double assault of hot
liquid and a thick shaft. Her body trembled as a minor orgasm ripped through
her, and then started to shake as she felt a much larger wave head toward her.
Pleasure came from every thrust of his cock into her pussy, from every drop of
water that pounded on her throbbing clit.
Ryan ran his hand up her stomach to play with her hard nipples, gently
squeezing them and rubbing them as she moved. It felt absolutely comfortable to
feel her tight pussy wrap around his member and grab onto it as she lifted up.
It felt downright erotic to feel it plunge deep into her as she came crashing
down onto him. He watched her body writhe and shudder, and felt her pussy walls
contract around his cock in a series of crashing orgasms. Ryan groaned and
kissed her back and neck as she came, loving the feeling of her getting off on
him.
Finally, he felt his balls tighten and his cock hum with pleasure, and knew
that he would not last much longer. Planting hands on her waist, he lifted her
up so that only the head of his cock parted her pussy lips. She moaned and
begged to be let go, to have him all again, but Ryan had the control. He bucked
his hips so that only an inch or two went up into her and then back out. Enough
to push him towards the edge and enough to drive her wild.
Despite her groans for release, he held out until his cock began to burst with
cum. At that second he pushed down on her waist and slammed up into her. She
felt his pulsing cock split her in two, shooting his hot cum into her even as
it was sliding in. Heather screamed and came with that sensation, clamping onto
his cock with her pussy and thrashing about until her orgasm subsided.
She fell back onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. Ryan had no
intention of letting her go again. Heather felt content to be there, to have
his warm body against hers and his cock resting between her legs. Their
combined juices flowed out of her pussy and were washed away by the falling
droplets of the shower, cleaning them for a new future.
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