It was 5.30 in the afternoon. Outside the hotel room the sun was still a scorching 100 degrees, inside it was cool and fragrant from the scent of Spanish flowers. Two suitcases stood, unopened, by the door.

Emma was lying face-down on the bed, her wrists tied with her bra, her mouth gagged with the panties she had worn on the plane. She was naked. Behind and above her, her boyfriend Tom was kneeling between her wide spread legs, his hand firmly grasping his cock. Its length glistened with lubricant and oily pre-come oozed from the fat purple tip.

Slowly, Tom dipped his head and extended his tongue. He traced wet lines along the dimple of each of Emma's buttocks, starting on the outside and sliding up into the divide, all the time stroking his blood gorged prick. Then he sought out the tiny brown opening of her anus and licked his tongue over it, delighting in its honeyed taste and musky fragrance, a sensually exciting blend of warm skin and sweat. He pressed his tongue against the pucker and pushed it as far into her rectum as he could, making Emma squirm with desire.

Time and again Tom raised and lowered his tongue, working it into Emma's arsehole like a warm wet cock. He had waited for this moment and he intended to savour it, make it last, denying his body and Emma's the climax they both craved. Up and down the furrow of her arse he licked, always pausing to enter her anus which quivered with anticipation. He knew Emma wanted him to enter her with something more than his tongue, wanted him to fuck or bugger with his lube-slicked cock or fingers, and the intensity of her desire gave him the power to hold back until he was absolutely, totally ready.

Straddling Emma's body with his arms, Tom lowered himself onto her back, wedging his massively erect penis in the valley between her bumcheeks. His girlfriend sighed behind the gag and rolled her head from side to side. As if reading his mind, she lifted her body to allow him access to her breasts and he slid his strong hands up over her belly until he felt the lower curves.

Slowly, very slowly, he felt the warm smoothness of her tit flesh, tracing circular tracks over the silky flesh with his fingers. Spiraling in towards the tips of each firm sphere, Tom plucked at the rubbery nipples which grew erect and puckered into points that delightfully resisted the pressure of his finger and thumb. He could tell that Emma was intensely aroused and sensitive to his exploration of her body and he loved it when she suddenly bucked and moaned her way through an all-consuming climax, rubbing the incredibly smooth skin in the divide of her arse against his huge, slippery cock.

The pressure of Emma's bottom grinding against his sex heightening his own excitement, Tom lifted his body from Emma's and stared lovingly at the puckered anus, wet with his saliva, that beckoned to him from above her fringe of thick pubic hair. Taking her gorgeously firm and rounded buttocks in his hands, Tom eased himself between Emma's spread arsecheeks. She moaned under his gentle touch, then whimpered against the gag as he suddenly pressed his huge hard cockhead against her anal sphincter and pushed the tip of his cock into her arse. Then, slowly and with intense pleasure, he pushed the remainder of his super-stiff fuckpole up into his lover's rectum.

Unable to control his desire, Tom launched himself into a frenzied assault on Emma's back passage. Ramming harder and faster, he reached forward and under her body, taking a firm breast in each hand to control her movements on his buggering cock. As his rhythm increased in response to the growing struggle to control his near-bursting sperm-sacs, Emma became more vocal behind the gag, moaning deep and loud as wave after wave of pleasure battered her into sexual submission. Totally captive under Tom's body, all she could do was thrust her firm arsecheeks back against his groin in time to his thrusts, urging his huge erection ever deeper within her overstretched arsehole, making him roar with joy as he hammered his cock deep within her bowels.

At the peak of a great powerful thrust, Tom unleashed his spunk, a great jet of thick sperm gushing from his bloated knob and flooding Emma's back passage to bursting. His throbbing cock jerked uncontrollably within Emma's arse, spasms of intense pleasure radiating from the length of his spurting penis into his balls and then up across his belly and arse, the taut muscles quivering and shaking as he poured out every last drop of his come into the depths of her beautiful bottom. Held captive beneath him, Emma shook and hissed with pleasure around her gag as white streams of Tom's semen poured down over her cunt-lips, soaking the bed-cover.

"My god," said Tom, reaching up to remove the gag from Emma's mouth. "That was incredible."

"Mmmm, yes it was," Emma said, turning over and smiling at him. "And we've only been in Spain less than an hour…"

* * *

An hour later Emma was lying on her front, stretched out on a sun-bed, her eyes closed, basking in the heat of the sun. It was early evening and the fierce Spanish heat had started to die down a little. She wore a tiny string bikini that snaked up between the divide of her buttocks and left her cheeks bare. She had untied the strings of her halter top to expose her bare back to the sun. The poolside was quiet and the pool itself was empty, many of the guests preferring to doze in their rooms before dinner. Tom lay on his back on the adjacent sun-bed, reading a novel he'd bought at the airport.

He sipped occasionally from a tall rum and coke at his side, peering over the edge of his glasses at the people wandering in from the beach. Even sound seemed to be dulled by the evening heat, as if a shallow torpid calm had fallen over the hotel so that the loudest noise was the distant roar of the sea.

"What would you like to do tomorrow?" Tom asked. "Anything in particular?"

"No. You decide," Emma said, her eyes closed. "It's just lovely to be able to relax. Do nothing. Except fuck whenever we want to."

Tom shifted round and slipped off his sun-bed, kneeling down in front of Emma. He kissed his girlfriend tenderly on the cheek, just brushing his lips against the soft skin of her face. "Sure as hell is," he said softly.

He sat down on the sun-bed next to Emma and reached for the bottle of cocoa butter underneath it. "Let me do your back," he said. "You don't want to burn on your first day."

He squirted the thick cream onto the palm of his hand and then began to rub it into the warm, smooth skin.

"Mmm, that feels lovely," Emma said, sighing with pleasure.

Tom massaged the cool creamy oil all over Emma's back. He knew it felt good, soothing and relaxing, and he could feel her body responding to the slow circular motion of his hands.

He began to work lower, pausing to apply more lotion directly on to Emma's lower back, then continued the slow sensual massage. His hands flowed over his girlfriend's skin, pressing and kneading the supple flesh. He reached the tiny waist band of her bikini, where the slope of her back ended and the curve of her bottom began. The skin was lighter and softer at the top of the cleft between her buttocks.

"Play with me," Emma said, dreamily, her eyes closed, her head resting on her arms. "Do something I'd like."

Tom looked around to make sure all the other sun-beds were deserted. The bartender had pulled an awning over the bar and he could see waiting staff were occupied laying tables for dinner. He smiled to himself and squirted a thick dollop of the cream between the tops of Emma's bottom cheeks. Then he began to massage her once more, with a slower, firmer strokes.

"God, you've got a beautiful backside," Tom whispered, pulling the cheeks of Emma's arse gently apart.

"You should know," Emma said softly. "You've fucked it often enough…"

Tom's excitement was growing and he could feel that his fingers had ignited a fire in his girlfriend's belly. Her buttocks were quivering as he pulled them apart then slowly pressed them together in an oval motion. Time and again he fully exposed the wet lips of her cunt and the pucker of her pretty rosehole and then hid them once more, each time making oily sexjuice drip from between the pinkly swollen lips of her cunt onto the sun-bed. Tom no longer bothered to look to see if they were being watched; his eyes were fixed firmly on Emma's beautiful bared backside.

His fingers slick with the thick cream, Tom massaged Emma's buttocks and down over the tops of the thighs. She began to raise herself higher, lifting her bottom and arching her back in counterpoint to Tom's probing fingers. He could tell how aroused she was from the loud sucking noise that came from the sopping wet lips of her cunt every time the motion of his hands opened and closed the opening and he knew his skilled hands were creating a raging heat in his girlfriend's pussy.

Tom slipped his hand down the inside of Emma's thigh, rubbing the expanse of smooth flesh and pressing into the warmth of her sex. Emma moaned and moved herself lower, parting her thighs to allow entry to her cunt. The way she moved exposed the parting between her bottom cheeks, revealing the dark jewel set between the perfect roundness of her buttocks.

She whimpered softly with pleasure when Tom slowly slid two fingers into her exposed anus. Thrilled by the invasion of her arsehole, she began to ride with Tom's rhythm, moving up and down, lifting her backside up to allow him deeper access. The feel of the fingers in her anal sphincter, sliding back and forth through the oily lubricant, made her moan with delight.

"Oh god," Emma gasped, "I want so much to scream..."

"Uh-unh, no way," Tom whispered, leaning down and biting her gently on the soft flesh of her shoulder. "I have something else in mind and I don't want anyone to see."

Emma twisted her head and watched him take the cocoa butter and squeeze out even more of the thick grease over his right hand, at the same time making sure his fingers stayed firmly wedged in her arsehole. For a moment, he studied his girlfriend's beautiful bottom as if it were a work of art, admiring its curved smoothness, excited by the way she so freely and insistently offered to him, to do whatever he wanted. Then he leaned forward slightly, brought his greasy fingers to the edge of anus, added his third and little fingers alongside his index and middle fingers, and pushed all four into Emma's heavily-lubricated bottom.

The grip of Emma's hungry arsehole was exquisite as he slid his fingers up to the knuckle and held them inside her, greasing her deep inside her rectum. He could hear her breathing heavily, her body heaving with excitement as she tried to relax, something in his insistence warning her that she was in for some serious anal action.

"Oh Jesus, you know just what I like," Emma groaned, trying to swivel her arse to accommodate the width of Tom's palm as he slowly but firmly pushed it into the smooth, heavily-lubricated sucking mouth between her buttocks. Tom slowed his entry to give her chance to relax, sweat glistening on his face and dripping onto her back, his purpose clear on his face, oblivious to the fact that they could be seen from any of the balconies above or that someone could come along any second. His whole being was concentrated on giving his girlfriend the ultimate in anal pleasure.

Slowing the movement of his bunched fingers, Tom once more slowly withdrew his hand to the edge of Emma's distended anus, spun his fingers round and brought his thumb into the palm of his hand. Emma responded by moving her knees outwards, spreading her thighs to open herself even more to his hand. Tom could see that she was bracing herself with her hands on the edge of the sun-bed and before she had time to think about whether her arsehole could accommodate something so broad, and whether her rectum could stretch enough to contain the width, with a twisting movement Tom curled his thumb into his palm and slid the whole of his fist into his girlfriend's beautiful bottom.

Emma gasped aloud, a high, surprised, gagged and excited sound. Beads of sweat gathered in the small of her back as she breathed deeply and forced herself to relax. Tom knew that taking his fist up her bottom was an effort for Emma. But he knew it was an effort she was willing to make to please him, and Tom could feel that the sudden intense fullness and pressure inside her anus had sent a violent wave of ecstasy coursing through her colon, right the way through her bowels and up into her chest. Her hips bucked and she gushed come onto the sun-bed.

Feeling that he had reached her point of maximum dilation, Tom held his hand still until he felt his girlfriend's anal sphincter relax, slacken and spread a little further. To his surprise and delight he found he could push his hand easily back and forth in Emma's rectum. Her arsehole closed around his wrist and she gasped in ecstasy, "Yes, Tom! Fuck me!"

Slowly, he began to move the slick length of his wrist and forearm in and out of Emma's overstuffed arse, delighting in her deep groans and grunts of pleasure at his every firm stroke. Her arsehole, stretched tight, glistened around the width of his arm, curving in as Tom pushed his fist into her anus, then curving out as he withdrew it, as if her arsehole was greedily trying to hold onto the object of its satisfaction.

Further and further Tom pushed in his slickly-greased hand, up to the very opening of Emma's bowels, meeting the warm contents, then he paused to rotate the thick width inside her, knowing it would stretch her rectum in every direction, giving her the maximum thrill.

Time and again Tom fisted his girlfriend's gorgeous arse, so lost in the pleasure he was giving her that he was oblivious of their surroundings, that anyone could suddenly appear and see very clearly that his forearm was buried deep in Emma's rectum.

"Just take it easy, darling," he whispered, sliding the thick rigid length of his wrist and forearm back and forth through the greasy opening of Emma's overstretched sphincter. He was barely aware of his own needs, how hard his cock bulged against his swimming trunks, the throbbing tip of his glans plainly visible above the waistband. But suddenly he began to realize how much he wanted to fuck his cock into his girlfriend's arse, to bury his super-hard prick where his arm was thrust, soothing the over-stretched tissues with a massive flood of sperm from his balls.

Tom slowed the fucking motion of his hand inside Emma's pulsing body gradually, and stopped. Then he closed his left hand around the wrist embedded in his girlfriend's bottom and, rubbing cocoa butter around it as he did so, very slowly and carefully withdrew his hand from her body. Emma's arsehole spread open as Tom's hand emerged from her anus, bulging out to the knuckles, then made a soft sucking sound as his fingers slid completely free. Tom gazed hungrily at the gaping anal orifice, now so open that he could see right up inside Emma's pulsing rectum.

"God, you're so open," he said softly, intensely excited by the sight. He moved his greasy right hand to stroke his own stiff cock as he watched glistening liquid slide out of Emma's arsehole and drip down onto the sun-bed to mingle with the pool of thick sexjuice that had dripped from her cunt.

"Let's make the most of it," Emma said, her voice thick with lust as she turned onto her back and gazed up at him with lust in her eyes.

"God, yes. Let's," Tom said, handing her a toweling robe and reaching for one himself.

Moments later, Tom and Emma were standing in front of the elevator. When the doors opened, they got in.

"Are you sure you can wait?" Emma said, reaching her fingers down to cup her hand over Tom's erect cock and over-full balls as the doors closed and he pressed the button for the 18th floor.

"Well, as a matter of fact-" Tom said, as he slid his hands round to cup her gorgeous arse and pull her close so that he could kiss her, "No. I can't," and he gathered the material of her robe up in his hands, baring her bottom once more.

"Tom, you mustn't! Not here!" Emma squealed, but Tom could see how much she was turned on at being half-naked in an elevator anyone could stop and enter at any moment.

"Hurry," he hissed. "Undo my robe."

Emma fumbled with the sash and pulled the front open, then she reached down and pulled the waistband of Tom's trunks down, freeing his massively-erect cock. The glistening tip was sodden with the copious pre-come that had bubbled up from his balls while he was fisting her by the pool.

"Turn round," Tom ordered, aware that the car was still moving smoothly and just passing the 16th floor.

Emma immediately did as she was asked and gasped loudly when Tom took his cock in his fist, positioned the head against the still-dilated and very greasy entrance to her arse and slid it up into her rectum in one fluid motion.

Standing with his girlfriend's arsehole impaled on his cock, Tom twisted his hips slightly to make the folds of his robe fall back into place, in the process making Emma groan with the pleasure of having her rectum once again stuffed full, but this time with something much more giving and smoother. The car slid to a stop on the 18th floor and the doors opened. Thankfully, the corridor was empty.

"Tom, how can I-?" Emma started to say, obviously worried that the doors might close and they could get carried back down to the lobby where it would be impossible to hide what he was doing to her. But Tom knew how strong he was and he simply slid his arms round her waist, lifted her off her feet and started walking towards the door of his hotel room, staying sheathed within her quivering body by following her every movement.

The motion of crossing the corridor while he stayed firmly imbedded in his girlfriend's back passage and the fact that a guest or maid could come along at any moment created an intensely erotic heat in Tom's balls and he knew he was only seconds away from coming.

Somehow Emma managed to get the door open and they staggered inside. Struggling slightly, Tom made his way over to the bed and lay back, dragging Emma down on top of him. It was his favorite position for anal sex, to have her lying powerless on top of him, the weight of her body pressing her down so that his cock was driven deep into her bowels by the slightest upwards thrust. Roughly he tore the front of her robe open and filled his hands with the softness of her breasts, kneading and squeezing their fullness and taut nipples as he furiously buggered her.

Every stroke caused Emma to moan ecstatically, bucking her hips up and down to meet Tom's strong upwards thrusts. Time and again she cried out, moaning with wordless pleasure, reaching climax once, twice, coming round to find him thrusting still. At then at last Tom came. His sperm raced up the length of his cock making him cry out loud with the intensity of his release. Blast after blast of thick semen pulsed from the bulging tip to join the rich mixture of cocoa butter and shit churned up in Emma's bowels. The pleasure was immense as he jerked his hips again and again, his prick throbbing violently as he emptied the contents of his balls in huge spurts.

It was 5.30 in the afternoon. Outside the hotel room the sun was still a scorching 100 degrees, inside it was cool and fragrant from the scent of Spanish flowers. Two suitcases stood, unopened, by the door.

Emma was lying face-down on the bed, her wrists tied with her bra, her mouth gagged with the panties she had worn on the plane. She was naked. Behind and above her, her boyfriend Tom was kneeling between her wide spread legs, his hand firmly grasping his cock. Its length glistened with lubricant and oily pre-come oozed from the fat purple tip.

Slowly, Tom dipped his head and extended his tongue. He traced wet lines along the dimple of each of Emma's buttocks, starting on the outside and sliding up into the divide, all the time stroking his blood gorged prick. Then he sought out the tiny brown opening of her anus and licked his tongue over it, delighting in its honeyed taste and musky fragrance, a sensually exciting blend of warm skin and sweat. He pressed his tongue against the pucker and pushed it as far into her rectum as he could, making Emma squirm with desire.

Time and again Tom raised and lowered his tongue, working it into Emma's arsehole like a warm wet cock. He had waited for this moment and he intended to savour it, make it last, denying his body and Emma's the climax they both craved. Up and down the furrow of her arse he licked, always pausing to enter her anus which quivered with anticipation. He knew Emma wanted him to enter her with something more than his tongue, wanted him to fuck or bugger with his lube-slicked cock or fingers, and the intensity of her desire gave him the power to hold back until he was absolutely, totally ready.

Straddling Emma's body with his arms, Tom lowered himself onto her back, wedging his massively erect penis in the valley between her bumcheeks. His girlfriend sighed behind the gag and rolled her head from side to side. As if reading his mind, she lifted her body to allow him access to her breasts and he slid his strong hands up over her belly until he felt the lower curves.

Slowly, very slowly, he felt the warm smoothness of her tit flesh, tracing circular tracks over the silky flesh with his fingers. Spiraling in towards the tips of each firm sphere, Tom plucked at the rubbery nipples which grew erect and puckered into points that delightfully resisted the pressure of his finger and thumb. He could tell that Emma was intensely aroused and sensitive to his exploration of her body and he loved it when she suddenly bucked and moaned her way through an all-consuming climax, rubbing the incredibly smooth skin in the divide of her arse against his huge, slippery cock.

The pressure of Emma's bottom grinding against his sex heightening his own excitement, Tom lifted his body from Emma's and stared lovingly at the puckered anus, wet with his saliva, that beckoned to him from above her fringe of thick pubic hair. Taking her gorgeously firm and rounded buttocks in his hands, Tom eased himself between Emma's spread arsecheeks. She moaned under his gentle touch, then whimpered against the gag as he suddenly pressed his huge hard cockhead against her anal sphincter and pushed the tip of his cock into her arse. Then, slowly and with intense pleasure, he pushed the remainder of his super-stiff fuckpole up into his lover's rectum.

Unable to control his desire, Tom launched himself into a frenzied assault on Emma's back passage. Ramming harder and faster, he reached forward and under her body, taking a firm breast in each hand to control her movements on his buggering cock. As his rhythm increased in response to the growing struggle to control his near-bursting sperm-sacs, Emma became more vocal behind the gag, moaning deep and loud as wave after wave of pleasure battered her into sexual submission. Totally captive under Tom's body, all she could do was thrust her firm arsecheeks back against his groin in time to his thrusts, urging his huge erection ever deeper within her overstretched arsehole, making him roar with joy as he hammered his cock deep within her bowels.

At the peak of a great powerful thrust, Tom unleashed his spunk, a great jet of thick sperm gushing from his bloated knob and flooding Emma's back passage to bursting. His throbbing cock jerked uncontrollably within Emma's arse, spasms of intense pleasure radiating from the length of his spurting penis into his balls and then up across his belly and arse, the taut muscles quivering and shaking as he poured out every last drop of his come into the depths of her beautiful bottom. Held captive beneath him, Emma shook and hissed with pleasure around her gag as white streams of Tom's semen poured down over her cunt-lips, soaking the bed-cover.

"My god," said Tom, reaching up to remove the gag from Emma's mouth. "That was incredible."

"Mmmm, yes it was," Emma said, turning over and smiling at him. "And we've only been in Spain less than an hour…"

* * *

An hour later Emma was lying on her front, stretched out on a sun-bed, her eyes closed, basking in the heat of the sun. It was early evening and the fierce Spanish heat had started to die down a little. She wore a tiny string bikini that snaked up between the divide of her buttocks and left her cheeks bare. She had untied the strings of her halter top to expose her bare back to the sun. The poolside was quiet and the pool itself was empty, many of the guests preferring to doze in their rooms before dinner. Tom lay on his back on the adjacent sun-bed, reading a novel he'd bought at the airport.

He sipped occasionally from a tall rum and coke at his side, peering over the edge of his glasses at the people wandering in from the beach. Even sound seemed to be dulled by the evening heat, as if a shallow torpid calm had fallen over the hotel so that the loudest noise was the distant roar of the sea.

"What would you like to do tomorrow?" Tom asked. "Anything in particular?"

"No. You decide," Emma said, her eyes closed. "It's just lovely to be able to relax. Do nothing. Except fuck whenever we want to."

Tom shifted round and slipped off his sun-bed, kneeling down in front of Emma. He kissed his girlfriend tenderly on the cheek, just brushing his lips against the soft skin of her face. "Sure as hell is," he said softly.

He sat down on the sun-bed next to Emma and reached for the bottle of cocoa butter underneath it. "Let me do your back," he said. "You don't want to burn on your first day."

He squirted the thick cream onto the palm of his hand and then began to rub it into the warm, smooth skin.

"Mmm, that feels lovely," Emma said, sighing with pleasure.

Tom massaged the cool creamy oil all over Emma's back. He knew it felt good, soothing and relaxing, and he could feel her body responding to the slow circular motion of his hands.

He began to work lower, pausing to apply more lotion directly on to Emma's lower back, then continued the slow sensual massage. His hands flowed over his girlfriend's skin, pressing and kneading the supple flesh. He reached the tiny waist band of her bikini, where the slope of her back ended and the curve of her bottom began. The skin was lighter and softer at the top of the cleft between her buttocks.

"Play with me," Emma said, dreamily, her eyes closed, her head resting on her arms. "Do something I'd like."

Tom looked around to make sure all the other sun-beds were deserted. The bartender had pulled an awning over the bar and he could see waiting staff were occupied laying tables for dinner. He smiled to himself and squirted a thick dollop of the cream between the tops of Emma's bottom cheeks. Then he began to massage her once more, with a slower, firmer strokes.

"God, you've got a beautiful backside," Tom whispered, pulling the cheeks of Emma's arse gently apart.

"You should know," Emma said softly. "You've fucked it often enough…"

Tom's excitement was growing and he could feel that his fingers had ignited a fire in his girlfriend's belly. Her buttocks were quivering as he pulled them apart then slowly pressed them together in an oval motion. Time and again he fully exposed the wet lips of her cunt and the pucker of her pretty rosehole and then hid them once more, each time making oily sexjuice drip from between the pinkly swollen lips of her cunt onto the sun-bed. Tom no longer bothered to look to see if they were being watched; his eyes were fixed firmly on Emma's beautiful bared backside.

His fingers slick with the thick cream, Tom massaged Emma's buttocks and down over the tops of the thighs. She began to raise herself higher, lifting her bottom and arching her back in counterpoint to Tom's probing fingers. He could tell how aroused she was from the loud sucking noise that came from the sopping wet lips of her cunt every time the motion of his hands opened and closed the opening and he knew his skilled hands were creating a raging heat in his girlfriend's pussy.

Tom slipped his hand down the inside of Emma's thigh, rubbing the expanse of smooth flesh and pressing into the warmth of her sex. Emma moaned and moved herself lower, parting her thighs to allow entry to her cunt. The way she moved exposed the parting between her bottom cheeks, revealing the dark jewel set between the perfect roundness of her buttocks.

She whimpered softly with pleasure when Tom slowly slid two fingers into her exposed anus. Thrilled by the invasion of her arsehole, she began to ride with Tom's rhythm, moving up and down, lifting her backside up to allow him deeper access. The feel of the fingers in her anal sphincter, sliding back and forth through the oily lubricant, made her moan with delight.

"Oh god," Emma gasped, "I want so much to scream..."

"Uh-unh, no way," Tom whispered, leaning down and biting her gently on the soft flesh of her shoulder. "I have something else in mind and I don't want anyone to see."

Emma twisted her head and watched him take the cocoa butter and squeeze out even more of the thick grease over his right hand, at the same time making sure his fingers stayed firmly wedged in her arsehole. For a moment, he studied his girlfriend's beautiful bottom as if it were a work of art, admiring its curved smoothness, excited by the way she so freely and insistently offered to him, to do whatever he wanted. Then he leaned forward slightly, brought his greasy fingers to the edge of anus, added his third and little fingers alongside his index and middle fingers, and pushed all four into Emma's heavily-lubricated bottom.

The grip of Emma's hungry arsehole was exquisite as he slid his fingers up to the knuckle and held them inside her, greasing her deep inside her rectum. He could hear her breathing heavily, her body heaving with excitement as she tried to relax, something in his insistence warning her that she was in for some serious anal action.

"Oh Jesus, you know just what I like," Emma groaned, trying to swivel her arse to accommodate the width of Tom's palm as he slowly but firmly pushed it into the smooth, heavily-lubricated sucking mouth between her buttocks. Tom slowed his entry to give her chance to relax, sweat glistening on his face and dripping onto her back, his purpose clear on his face, oblivious to the fact that they could be seen from any of the balconies above or that someone could come along any second. His whole being was concentrated on giving his girlfriend the ultimate in anal pleasure.

Slowing the movement of his bunched fingers, Tom once more slowly withdrew his hand to the edge of Emma's distended anus, spun his fingers round and brought his thumb into the palm of his hand. Emma responded by moving her knees outwards, spreading her thighs to open herself even more to his hand. Tom could see that she was bracing herself with her hands on the edge of the sun-bed and before she had time to think about whether her arsehole could accommodate something so broad, and whether her rectum could stretch enough to contain the width, with a twisting movement Tom curled his thumb into his palm and slid the whole of his fist into his girlfriend's beautiful bottom.

Emma gasped aloud, a high, surprised, gagged and excited sound. Beads of sweat gathered in the small of her back as she breathed deeply and forced herself to relax. Tom knew that taking his fist up her bottom was an effort for Emma. But he knew it was an effort she was willing to make to please him, and Tom could feel that the sudden intense fullness and pressure inside her anus had sent a violent wave of ecstasy coursing through her colon, right the way through her bowels and up into her chest. Her hips bucked and she gushed come onto the sun-bed.

Feeling that he had reached her point of maximum dilation, Tom held his hand still until he felt his girlfriend's anal sphincter relax, slacken and spread a little further. To his surprise and delight he found he could push his hand easily back and forth in Emma's rectum. Her arsehole closed around his wrist and she gasped in ecstasy, "Yes, Tom! Fuck me!"

Slowly, he began to move the slick length of his wrist and forearm in and out of Emma's overstuffed arse, delighting in her deep groans and grunts of pleasure at his every firm stroke. Her arsehole, stretched tight, glistened around the width of his arm, curving in as Tom pushed his fist into her anus, then curving out as he withdrew it, as if her arsehole was greedily trying to hold onto the object of its satisfaction.

Further and further Tom pushed in his slickly-greased hand, up to the very opening of Emma's bowels, meeting the warm contents, then he paused to rotate the thick width inside her, knowing it would stretch her rectum in every direction, giving her the maximum thrill.

Time and again Tom fisted his girlfriend's gorgeous arse, so lost in the pleasure he was giving her that he was oblivious of their surroundings, that anyone could suddenly appear and see very clearly that his forearm was buried deep in Emma's rectum.

"Just take it easy, darling," he whispered, sliding the thick rigid length of his wrist and forearm back and forth through the greasy opening of Emma's overstretched sphincter. He was barely aware of his own needs, how hard his cock bulged against his swimming trunks, the throbbing tip of his glans plainly visible above the waistband. But suddenly he began to realize how much he wanted to fuck his cock into his girlfriend's arse, to bury his super-hard prick where his arm was thrust, soothing the over-stretched tissues with a massive flood of sperm from his balls.

Tom slowed the fucking motion of his hand inside Emma's pulsing body gradually, and stopped. Then he closed his left hand around the wrist embedded in his girlfriend's bottom and, rubbing cocoa butter around it as he did so, very slowly and carefully withdrew his hand from her body. Emma's arsehole spread open as Tom's hand emerged from her anus, bulging out to the knuckles, then made a soft sucking sound as his fingers slid completely free. Tom gazed hungrily at the gaping anal orifice, now so open that he could see right up inside Emma's pulsing rectum.

"God, you're so open," he said softly, intensely excited by the sight. He moved his greasy right hand to stroke his own stiff cock as he watched glistening liquid slide out of Emma's arsehole and drip down onto the sun-bed to mingle with the pool of thick sexjuice that had dripped from her cunt.

"Let's make the most of it," Emma said, her voice thick with lust as she turned onto her back and gazed up at him with lust in her eyes.

"God, yes. Let's," Tom said, handing her a toweling robe and reaching for one himself.

Moments later, Tom and Emma were standing in front of the elevator. When the doors opened, they got in.

"Are you sure you can wait?" Emma said, reaching her fingers down to cup her hand over Tom's erect cock and over-full balls as the doors closed and he pressed the button for the 18th floor.

"Well, as a matter of fact-" Tom said, as he slid his hands round to cup her gorgeous arse and pull her close so that he could kiss her, "No. I can't," and he gathered the material of her robe up in his hands, baring her bottom once more.

"Tom, you mustn't! Not here!" Emma squealed, but Tom could see how much she was turned on at being half-naked in an elevator anyone could stop and enter at any moment.

"Hurry," he hissed. "Undo my robe."

Emma fumbled with the sash and pulled the front open, then she reached down and pulled the waistband of Tom's trunks down, freeing his massively-erect cock. The glistening tip was sodden with the copious pre-come that had bubbled up from his balls while he was fisting her by the pool.

"Turn round," Tom ordered, aware that the car was still moving smoothly and just passing the 16th floor.

Emma immediately did as she was asked and gasped loudly when Tom took his cock in his fist, positioned the head against the still-dilated and very greasy entrance to her arse and slid it up into her rectum in one fluid motion.

Standing with his girlfriend's arsehole impaled on his cock, Tom twisted his hips slightly to make the folds of his robe fall back into place, in the process making Emma groan with the pleasure of having her rectum once again stuffed full, but this time with something much more giving and smoother. The car slid to a stop on the 18th floor and the doors opened. Thankfully, the corridor was empty.

"Tom, how can I-?" Emma started to say, obviously worried that the doors might close and they could get carried back down to the lobby where it would be impossible to hide what he was doing to her. But Tom knew how strong he was and he simply slid his arms round her waist, lifted her off her feet and started walking towards the door of his hotel room, staying sheathed within her quivering body by following her every movement.

The motion of crossing the corridor while he stayed firmly imbedded in his girlfriend's back passage and the fact that a guest or maid could come along at any moment created an intensely erotic heat in Tom's balls and he knew he was only seconds away from coming.

Somehow Emma managed to get the door open and they staggered inside. Struggling slightly, Tom made his way over to the bed and lay back, dragging Emma down on top of him. It was his favorite position for anal sex, to have her lying powerless on top of him, the weight of her body pressing her down so that his cock was driven deep into her bowels by the slightest upwards thrust. Roughly he tore the front of her robe open and filled his hands with the softness of her breasts, kneading and squeezing their fullness and taut nipples as he furiously buggered her.

Every stroke caused Emma to moan ecstatically, bucking her hips up and down to meet Tom's strong upwards thrusts. Time and again she cried out, moaning with wordless pleasure, reaching climax once, twice, coming round to find him thrusting still. At then at last Tom came. His sperm raced up the length of his cock making him cry out loud with the intensity of his release. Blast after blast of thick semen pulsed from the bulging tip to join the rich mixture of cocoa butter and shit churned up in Emma's bowels. The pleasure was immense as he jerked his hips again and again, his prick throbbing violently as he emptied the contents of his balls in huge spurts.