Ophelia

Oh boy! thought John.

"Hi, I know I'm a little late. I'm really sorry. I know you said 10, but I, uh, I saw you had company and I didn't want to interrupt. My name's Ophelia" said the nervous looking girl on the doorstep in the tight latex dress and stockings holding out her hand.

"Uh, sure, come on in", said John ignoring the hand. Shit! he thought. It was the girl from the park. She looked incredible. How could he have forgotten. He had told her to come here for 10 O'clock, and here she was at quarter past, having politely waited while John was emptying his cum all over his high school crush's head.

Now here she was, and John knew she was expecting to be fucked! How the hell was he supposed to manage that? He had nothing left in the tank! in the last 12 hours he had already fucked Alison's mom, some biker chick, then Alison herself. No way could he go again so soon. He would need a few days to let his dick recover at least.

She smiled nervously as she came in and took John's breath away. She was stunning. "I, I don't normally do this sort of thing", she said rapidly, "I mean, just coming back to guy's places like this. I hope this is ok", she said, pulling at the hem of her dress in a fidgety kind of way. "Does it look ok? I mean, I know you said to dress slutty. Is this ok? Its the best I could come up with. I hope its ok", she babbled. "I went to this shop and the girl there said", she went on.

John couldn't think of what to say, and he really needed her to stop talking so he could think, so he slipped an arm around her waist and bent over her for the kiss, dipping her off balance as he did, but supporting her weight. She closed her eyes almost deliriously as he did.

John thought hard. No way was he letting her leave here disappointed and unfucked. His ego would not even contemplate that, but his cock was out of action at least for the immediate future. What could he do? Then he got it!

He cast a critical eye over her slutty clothing for a few moments. "Its fine", he said commandingly. "Now take it off!"

"Oh, ok... are you sure? You wanna make out a bit first?" she said nervously, then as he stood watching her silently without moving, said. "Ok" and lifted her dress awkwardly over her head then pulled off her rubber stockings with a smacking sound to leave her standing in a pair of quite frankly disappointing panties.

John took a step towards her, still fully dressed himself then added sternly "and the panties!"

"Y...yes", she said and quickly added "sir".

Good he thought and as she straightened up fully naked revealing a gorgeous smooth pussy, he squatted down and put an arm around both thighs and lifted her so that her pussy was at his face level as he straightened up. He took three steps towards the sofa and dumped her on her naked rear on it, still keeping a strong grip on her thighs and this time buried his face in her pussy, revelling in the taste. He immediately began aggressively eating her out, bullying her clit with his tongue pushing and pushing at it over and over again.

"Ohhh owww, ohh my. Oh! oh!" she squealed as he held her legs wide open and **** his mouth hard against her licking and sucking her delicious clit. Her hands gripped tightly onto his hair, balling into fists, pulling him into her. John stuck his tongue out as far as it could go and inserted it in her, tasting the depths of her and drinking her juices down with relish.

After she had climaxed a few times he thought "finally", as his own groin struggled to get in on the action."About bloody time you showed up!"

He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head and undid his belt. "undress me Ophelia!"

The slightly dazed looking girl sat up and scrabbled with his zipper and waist button and hurriedly pulled his pants down, then with a swallow of nervous anticipation clutched his boxer waistband and pulled it down too, only just missing being slapped in the face by John's rejuvenated erection. She gasped, but in a moment John was on top of her, cock sliding easily into her wet welcoming pussy. She locked her arms around his neck as he began pulling himself into her over and over again.

Although in full working order once more, John knew that this was going to take a while. However, he was not in a hurry and Ophelia had no idea the ride she was in for was going to be such an epic. She came on his dick over and over and over again, screaming then whimpering then screaming once more as he rolled her over, rolled her back, rolled her on top then back underneath but at no time breaking contact or the metronomic pounding rhythm with which he was slamming into her before eventually over an hour later with some final convulsive thrusts he came deep inside her, before collapsing heavily on top of her.

A few moments after that, he blacked out and slept a deep, deep, dreamless sleep.