Karyn Cums by

"Hey, John," said the girl. He couldn't identify her for a second, then it hit him, and his jaw dropped. Karyn was everything he'd hoped for in imagining a world based on porn. She still had the long blond hair and the large natural breasts that she'd acquired as a result of his previous accidental wish, but to go with them, she had a tanned and toned body being barely covered by a bikini top and miniskirt. Even with all that, she still radiated innocence; the perfect, porn themed girl-next-door look.

"What's the matter?" she asked, and John got an instant hard on from her voice, so sexy and inviting, yet still the voice of his friend he knew so well. "You look like you've never seen me before. I can't have changed that much in an hour."

John stammered, "Y-y-y --"

"Come on," Karyn said, taking his hand pulling him back towards the house, idly fondling her boobs with the other. "Let's go inside and start making up for lost time."

John hesitated for a second, then pulled her to him, and the two of them kissed -- with more tongue than lips -- and then shimmied backwards into the house, maintaining the embrace as they went. He briefly had the notion that the two of them would go up to his bedroom, but they didn't make it that far, John skillfully de-braing Karyn in the entry way, the two of them ending up falling onto his couch (Karyn kicking the coffee table over to the sound of breaking nicknacks), his right hand skillfully kneading her breasts as his left, on the small of her back, kept the kiss going. John felt his brain go on autopilot as Karyn pulled back, ripped open his shirt, and, trailing her hands sensually across his body.