Method of Progression

She broke the kiss, standing back up, but pushing John down when he moved to follow, and kneeled down, taking his enlarged cock out of his pants and into her mouth in a smooth, well practiced motion. The pole-sucking was exquisite, as she messaged his meat expertly with her skilled tongue and strong throat. She sucked, stroked, and licked him exquisitely, all while giving him a great show as she fondled and fucked herself with her free hand. John held out only for a few minutes, an accomplishment for a virgin like him, before coming, hard, down her throat. Karyn swallowed it all, mmmming lightly, sucking him hard and causing him to return to hardness almost immediately. She continued for a little bit, then let his long salami out a bit, maneuvering so that he was thrusting in between her beautifully shaped breasts, working him between her awesome titties and bringing him to another climax quickly.

A few minutes later, John was hard again and poised above her, the head of his dick resting against her cunt, just barely not penetrating her pussy. He pushed in with one long stoke, Karyn moaning at the exquisite sensation, and began rhythmically filling her pussy, in, out, in, out... He had never felt anything so good. Karyn's cunt worked him expertly, milking him internally, her hips varying the angle of entry for maximum enjoyment, her hands working over both their bodies, driving them crazy. Finally, John felt he was about to come. "Karyn, I'm gonna come," he managed to squeak out. She quickly pulled off, grabbing his cock and fisting him, kneeling down before him and opening her mouth, and John spurted what felt like gallons of thick white cum onto her tongue, face, and boobs, Karyn changing her aim to get maximum splooge coverage, the amount seemingly none the worse for his having come multiple times already. She swirled the cum in her mouth around for a minute, rubbing the rest into her body sensually, almost giving John another hard-on, and then stood up.

John sat back on the couch. Somehow his pants were back on, and his shirt replaced, even though he didn't remember redressing and the shirt had been ripped to shreds a minute ago. The couch was dry and fresh smelling, despite having just been covered in sweat and cum a second ago, and the coffee table was upright, its nicknacks undamaged. Karyn had become clothed again as well, in a virtually transparent blue blouse, tied off below her boobs and buttoned down for maximum cleavage. A matching blue lace bra fadedg into existence before his eyes as she stood up, no sign of her cum bath remaining. He could see that she had a coordinated thong underneath her now leather miniskirt. The bikini and sarong-type skirt that had gotten thrown around the room were gone.

"Want anything to drink?" Karyn asked, heading for the kitchen.