Jon was so aroused, his cock so hard that he could hardly stand it. Conversely, his hand was feeling so pleasantly sensitive, his hand's vagina so warm and moist, and even the sensations of his hand's tits being hard was so nice...
When he'd grabbed his penis with his palm, that warm, moist palm, he knew that it was time to get started, and acting on instinct he wrapped his fingers around himself, rubbing his breasts against his chest and producing sensations that mixed with what was coming from his vagina and looped around his body to make his penis even harder than he'd been aware was possible.
It was so incredible, he thought, as his hand moaned reflexively, that such things could be so grand. And as he started pumping his hand up and down on his dick, making so many intense sensations burst through his mind, his breasts felt denied, so he leaned his hand over onto its back and started using his fingers to caress them as he approached masturbation from an angle he'd never gone to before.
Fortunately for him, Jon had never been a screamer, or shouter, or whatever guys would be considered, and though she did moan, Karyn, his hand, wasn't making much more noise than he was.
And then he climaxed... or at least it seemed like he'd climaxed, as the familiar feeling of orgasm burst through his penis. But his hand was still so... needing, and though his dick had gone through what it was able, he wasn't satisfied, and in the corner of his mind he felt that Karyn wasn't satisfied either.
And as such, he pulled that now more-or-less useless piece of anatomy out of his hand, and used his right hand, which had been mostly just holding him up up to now, and used it to stimulate his wanting left hand.
It was incredible! Jon wanted to feel like this all the time! "Oooohhh God!" And then all parts of his world exploded into a rainbow of sensational color the likes of which he'd never experienced before, and his breathing collapsed into a hard push as both he and his hand convulsed into a hard curl as tears leaked from his eyes, all four of them, at the absolute ecstasy of his very first female orgasm.
... and then he was done. He was tired. His hand was tired. And it felt so good. It felt so right. It felt so... golden, as if the feeling of being tired, of being worn out, were exactly the right way to feel...
