Handy dandy...

They had fucked all evening, after going to the sex shop and buying extravagantly.

It was he who loved the nipple play, and she had bought him a range of toys, some that vibrated, some that didn’t, for his nipples. The sensations had driven him mad, made his cock swell to bud-burst, and need to resolve itself deep in her cunt, but that was not to happen.

Finally, fucked-out, they subsided, and he fell asleep, thinking she would do the same. He woke some time later (how long?) to the sensation of her hands tantalizing his nipples, and with a ragingly erect implement. He struck as soon as he was fully awake, pushing her down onto the bed, she squealing unintelligible sounds, hops thrusting upwards to match his crazy rhythm — 9 short, one deep — until again they couldn’t go on any more.

He and she became aware of the lateness of the hour, and they promised each other they would slide into unconsciousness.

But she had been warmed, and primed, and started and run slowly and leisurely, and was all thrilly-dilly at his touch, squirming up against him as his hand slid, innocent of arousing intent, down her belly and into the forest grove of hair on her mons. He continued down, and felt the dripping, throbbing thing that her cunt had become, thick with slime.

His finger slid into the slime-slick slot, followed by another one, and he dwelt with his fingers inside her, slowly (so slowly that he hardly knew if he was still awake, or if it was all a dream) twitching, occasionally coming to and giving her a savage wake-up jab, bringing forth gasps and moans from her mouth and arching of her back.

And so it went, him wondering when it might come to an end, even though he was beginning to get hard again. He marveled at her capacity to stay so aroused over what had seemed like hours. And then he felt her hand slide over his, her fingers continuing onwards and downwards, heading towards doing something she had firmly warned him she would never do. He felt her finger begin shyly to stroke at the slightly grainy entrance to her cunt, and she began the massaging that was the beginning of her developing the run to her plateau. He took his fingers to her clit by way of long, slow, and delicate strokes along her inner lips, all swollen and proud from he work they had done earlier. She began to lose all her inhibitions, and began thrusting and bucking against his hand.

Another wave of lust overcame him, and his tired senescent dick swelled again, urging him to strike, again.

With a guttural roar, he jabbed her forcefully with his hand, and got onto his knees to mount her in the dark, grunting his lust into the early morning quiet.

She, too, began to moan and grunt and buck — something he had not experienced her ever to have done before, and the very fact that she was so filled with lust brought him to the ‘vinegar stroke’ of ejaculatory inevitably. He squirted like a tube of toothpaste being stamped on, and gave her a series of frenzied uncoordinated thrusts, subsiding in intensity.

Slapping her face for emphasis, he sank onto the bed in exhaustion, letting gentle sleep take him..