I began to draw it out. As I did so, I slowly pushed my erection into her arse. Again, all the way. It fitted. I couldn’t believe it, but it fitted. My balls jangled against her buttocks. She was almost crying with pain, but I knew she was loving every moment. Out I came, though not all the way, sliding the vibrator into her cunt at just the same pace, one rigid shaft replacing the other. We were both being stimulated by it and I knew we both couldn’t take much more. As she tossed her head from side to side, I saw her find her sweet little nipples and pull them till they stretched to improbable lengths. She started to cum. Just twice I’d entered her, but it was enough. Her belly muscles tightened and she pushed the vibrator out. As that wave passed, I quickly pushed it back into her cunt and slid my cock right up her arse too. I collected her dribbling juice, smeared it on her and rubbed her hard, red clit with my thumb… fast, faster, all the while pushing and holding the two throbbing shafts into her holes. She contracted again and grunted like she was giving birth but I held them forcefully inside her. Her breath was coming in short squeals, then long, loud squeals and finally she shouted as she bucked and arched her back:

‘OH, OH… OOOOH… FUCKING HELL… YES, YES… I’M, I’M… I’M…OH GOD… I’M CUMMING… NNG…NNG…NNG…’

At that point I let myself go. My cock’s own contractions, heightened by the buzzing pleasure machine that lay parallel to it, sent spasms of ecstasy through me. I kept my eyes on her all the time. She was so beautiful, unbelievably sexy. No longer a girl but a woman, a fucking incredible woman. I felt the most beautifully intense orgasm sweep over my whole body as I squirted and squirted into her tight arsehole.

She sponged me down as we stood under the steaming spray of water. She gently cleansed every surface inch of me and then fell to her knees, looking closely at my flaccid cock. Pulling back the foreskin, she carefully cleaned around the ridge of my glans, turning it this way and that to take in every angle. With a squeeze she opened up the hole and, to her amusement, put on a silly voice and made it answer her questions:

Regina: How was last night, Mr Willy?

Mr Willy: Fucking great. Best I ever had!

Regina: Are you tired now, Mr Willy, or would you like to explore my insides again?’

Mr Willy: Of course I would. I love exploring. I love pot-holing, especially when it’s wet and warm - but I should get a light for this helmet!’

I laughed with her, both at the absurdity of it and her childlike sense of humour.

Then she stroked and stretched the ridged skin of my dangling balls and lifted them, weighed them. Her fascination with my sexual organs was both amusing and lovely to watch and she asked me questions about which parts are most sensitive, are any parts too sensitive to touch, when does pleasure turn to pain and vice versa. She said she’d never had the time to do this - sex had always been so