0 comments/ 48208 views/ 11 favorites Pushing Her Limits By: FirstRain Cory breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the front door and stepped inside. It had been a hell of a day. Non-stop meetings, her project was behind schedule, and her boss was as big an ass as he had ever been. But she could feel the day's hold over her slowly beginning to release. She walked into the bedroom and tossed her suit jacket onto the bed. Her fingers found the buttons on her blouse and, one by one, released them until it too was cast onto the bed. She enjoyed the sensation of her skirt sliding over her pantyhosed hips as she loosened the zipper and let gravity do the work. It grazed along her slender legs until it lay in a puddle on the floor. She stepped out of her heels and sat on the foot of the bed, enjoying the freedom from her business suit, and let her torso fall backwards onto the mattress. Lying there, enjoying the peace and silence, she let her hands stroke her bare abdomen, slowly sliding down to caress her nylon encased hips. She could feel the tension in her pelvis and wanted in the worst way to release it. She let her fingers play over her pubic mound, slowly beginning to knead the flesh above her clitoris. She slid herself further up the bed so that she was able to lay out completely, spreading her silken legs and allowing her probing hand access to what was rapidly becoming her hot and moistening lips. She slid her right hand into the waistband of her pantyhose, running her palm along her hairless mound. Finding her swollen clit, she began to massage it between her fingers in long slow, deliberate strokes. Her left hand rose from her waist and undid the front clasp of her bra. The feeling of the cool air descending upon her aroused nipples felt amazing as always, and she cupped her left breast forcefully. She was not a large chested woman, but her breasts were perky and full, and they suited a slender woman of her stature. At an even five foot tall, Cory was one of the smallest women she knew, and she was a runner, so she had a slender and athletic frame to boot. To look at her was to think that she was a fragile and petite little thing, but this fragile little flower was anything but. Continuing to work herself into a lather of lust and desire, her right hand glided further between her legs and she pressed two fingers into her wet vaginal opening. Sliding easily between her lips and deep into her canal, she curled her fingers upward and stroked her g-spot slowly. Realizing quickly that this would not be enough, she inserted a third finger, and her left hand descended the length of her body and slid into the back of her pantyhose. Her fingers sought out and found her sweet little anus, and without a second thought, she slid her index finger inside herself. With four fingers now working within her, she could feel the heat beginning to rise within her abdomen, but she still had this aching need... It wasn't enough. For Cory, it was almost never enough. She wasn't really sure if she could trace her desire back to anything in particular. She knew that she had been hyper-sexualized as a child. She could remember discovering at the age of nine that if she rode her rocking horse just the right way, she would get this strange tingling sensation and she would get a little light headed. She remembered at the age of twelve discovering that she could safely slide her fingers inside of herself, and that, far from feeling painful like she thought it might be, she found the sensation amazing and would spend long periods of time in her room late at night learning the sensations that her body could give her. But she was pretty sure that the big transition was when she moved from junior high to high school. She had always gone to private schools (not religious, just private) and when she changed schools, the dress code changed; from grey skirts and knee high socks, to pleated plaid skirts and pantyhose. She never really understood why anyone would wear underwear beneath their underwear, so she always wore just the pantyhose. She found that she liked the tight silky feeling of the material hugging her legs and ass, and more to the point, she found that if she shifted forward and back slowly in her seat, she could get the front seem of her hose to work its way between her lips and glide along her clit. It was also around this time in her life that she began shaving her pubic hair to ensure that nothing stood between her and her new found pleasures. This new discovery rapidly became her favorite way to pass the time in boring classes like geometry, and it meant that she spent a large portion of her time aroused. She grew to love the sensation of her own juices soaking her pantyhose. The more she dripped, the slicker the nylon felt against her lips and the hotter she became. But she was always very discreet, making sure to keep her secret sensations to herself. The only person she confided in was her best friend Karen, and between the two of them, high school took on an entirely new dimension. Karen was a little more than a year older than Cory and, being able to shop at the adult stores by that time, Karen gave Cory her first vibrator for her 17th birthday. Cory could still remember it. It was four inches long, a beautiful sky blue color, and the best part of all, it was waterproof. Almost overnight, Cory found her morning showers taking substantially longer as she stood beneath the hot running water probing the depths of her pelvis with her new found friend. She still to this day couldn't remember where it was that she got the courage to wear her vibrator as an accessory, but once the idea popped into her head, she knew she had to try it. She could remember walking into school that morning feeling both apprehensive and completely aroused because she had a secret that no one knew. When she saw Karen in homeroom, she pulled her aside and described to her how she had finished her shower that morning, but had not felt satisfied. She had wanted more. So she slid her vibrator deep into her hole and carefully pulled her pantyhose on, trapping the slowly throbbing cylinder within her. It made the school day significantly more interesting to say the least, but Cory rapidly realized that she would not be able to concentrate on anything other than the waves of ecstasy swelling between her legs. After two classes that first day, she needed to excuse herself and go remove her little friend, but with some practice, she was able to wear it for an entire school day, at the end of which, she was sure to head straight home so that she could finish herself off in a screaming orgasmic frenzy, most of which was muffled by her pillows, so as not to alarm her parents. Since the rest of high school was a blur, and there were no uniforms in college, she began to find the pleasure she craved in the men that she dated. They were all wonderful, and some were even skilled in the areas that mattered to her; finding new and creative ways to bring her to mind blowing orgasm. From oral to anal, and everything in between, the handful of men she found and trusted in college helped her to expand her horizons in ways she had never dreamed. And all the while, her toys grew larger. Finding that she craved more than her slender four inch vibrator, she found herself purchasing larger and longer implements of pleasure, but all within what she believed was a reasonable expectation of size. That was until she began dating Colin. Colin was an absolutely beautiful black man who sat next to her in her Poly Sci course. He was tall with broad shoulders, strong arms and an endearing smile that would make you melt. They struck up an easy friendship and rapidly realized that they were attracted to each other. Their torrid romance lasted for six months before ending, as so many college romances do, in a flaming heap of rubble. But from that rubble, Cory could always recall the first time she had Colin inside of her. His cock was massive; easily eight inches long and thick enough that, as she held it in her hand, Cory had trouble closing her fingers around it. That night she and Colin had been drinking at his dorm room and they began making out. As things began getting hot, they began losing clothing. Cory stood up from the couch and removed the last of her underwear to reveal her slender hairless frame. She knelt down between Colin's legs and slid his boxers off of his hips and was absolutely astounded as what she saw. As she lifted his throbbing member to her lips she marveled at the weight of it, and as she slid it past her lips, and began stroking it with her tongue, she marveled again at its girth. But it was when she looked up at him, his turgid shaft lodged between her pouty little lips, and he said ever so seductively "I want to see you put it inside you" that a switch flipped somewhere in the recesses of her mind, and the idea of impaling her tiny feminine form on this hard cylinder of manhood became the most amazing thought she had ever had. As Cory let Colin's cock slide from her lips, he reached for the end table and took out a small bottle of lube. He rose from the couch, placed a cushion on the floor in front of the couch to prop up his head and shoulders, insuring that he could see every incredible moment of what was about to happen, and laid on the floor to give Cory better access. Cory took the bottle of lube from him and squeezed a generous portion out into the palm of her hand. She slowly stroked the slick lotion over every inch of his rod, giving the head a few extra drops for good measure. Cory then rose to her feet and stood astride Colin's hips. She bent her knees and came to an almost full squat, her legs spread out wide to each side. She reached below her and took him in her hands, standing his shaft upright beneath her. She reached around behind her with her other hand to ensure that her aim was true and the slowly lowered her hips until she felt the tip of his cock begin to penetrate her vaginal opening. She looked at Collin again and her eyes met his. He smiled that wonderful smile, as if to say that everything would be alright, and in that moment, she knew that this is what she had wanted more than anything that had come before. With their eyes locked, she let herself drop until she felt his massive cock head lodge inside of her. Their gaze broke and Colin's eye dropped down to enjoy the site of such a tiny thing mounting his pride and joy. Cory on the other hand, closed her eyes, resettled herself on her knees, placed her hands on her hips and rose up tall, her torso perfectly erect and her breasts standing proud. Then slowly, inch by exquisite inch, she impaled herself on the object of her new found lust, feeling each new sensation deep within her, memorizing them, and savoring a fullness she had never thought possible. As Colin's cock pressed deep against her womb, her clit made first contact with his pelvis. It was all Cory could do to keep from going into uncontrollable convulsions. Her vaginal walls throbbed and contracted, but they were so stretched around his shaft they had nowhere to go. Colin sat up and took her by the hips, and as he began to raise and lower her onto himself, quite literally doing all the work, she groaned a deep and visceral groan that she hadn't realized she could produce. Her orgasms quickly became a steady stream of ecstatic waves as she found herself being lifted and emptied, only to be repeatedly lowered and filled. She had never previously let herself go in that way. She had always wanted to maintain control over her body and her experiences, but in this moment, she wanted to take as much as Colin could give, and she turned herself over to him completely. She wrapped her arms around him, dropped her head onto one of his broad shoulders, and completely abandoned herself to his strength. She had no idea of exactly how long she and Colin made love that night. She could only remember the feeling of warmth within her as he filled her pelvis with cum, the feeling of loss as he lifted her off of his shaft one final time, and the cool sensation of the air in the room grazing the inside of her canal as her pussy gaped open for the first time in her life. Still lying on her bed, these treasured memories floating through her mind, Cory inserted a second finger into her asshole and began to grind the three fingers in her gaping snatch even harder into her g-spot. The heel of her right hand rolled back and forth against her clit and she could feel a climax building. She rolled onto her side to give the hand at her back door better access. As her orgasm cascaded over her, she felt some small part of the stress of her day begin to wash away with it, but as was so often the case, as her pleasure dripped from her into her now soaked pantyhose, she found herself wanting more. Cory lay still for a moment composing herself. Then she looked at the clock and, doing some quick math, she figured she had about 45 minutes before Roger would get home. It was just enough time for a run. She lifted herself from the bed and caught her unclasped bra as it dropped from her shoulders. Picking up her strewn clothes and resigning them to their appropriate places, she went to her dresser and grabbed a red sports bra and a pair of black lycra bike shorts. She also grabbed a set of vibro-balls which Roger had bought for her last Christmas. They were covered in smooth latex and each of the two connected balls had a loose metal weight inside, which wobbled and vibrated with each shift in the balls positions. Laying her new outfit out on the bed, Cory reluctantly slipped out of her pantyhose. She took hold of the vibro-balls and carefully inserted them into her still sopping quim, leaving only the retrieval cord hanging between her thighs. Then she pulled on her sports bra and bike shorts, securely locking the balls within her for the duration of the run. As she walked to the front door to grab her running shoes, she could feel the balls settling within her and they sent a tingle up her spine. Then, after securing her running shoes to her feet, she slipped the spare key into her sports bra, checked her appearance in the full length mirror by the door, and headed out. It was a beautifully cool and sunny evening and the run went a long way to calming Cory's mind. As she ran, she felt herself leave the stress of the day behind and she began to think forward to the evening to come. She and Roger would be attending a dinner later that evening where he and a few colleagues were being honored by a particularly happy client who had wanted to recognize them for their efforts over the previous year. So it was to be fine dining and cocktails all around at a local restaurant on the company tab. Never a bad way to spend an evening. The cool breeze felt refreshing as it swept through Cory's hair but she realized that she needed to get home. Jogging up the driveway, she saw Roger's car. It always struck her as a little school girl-ish but she never failed to feel a little more cheerful when she knew he was around. They had met in grad school. Roger was a business major; she was in marketing. They had met though a mutual friend and started seeing each other casually whenever they had free time. Though they were clearly attracted to each other, the thing that always struck Cory as unique about the situation was how safe she felt whenever Roger was around. She had complete trust in him, and she knew that he felt the same way about her. They were able to talk about anything and everything, and would often do so for hours on end. It was this openness and free communication which had bridged the gap between their casual dating and their eventual relationship. Roger was a handsome but unassuming man of average build; toned but not overly muscular, with rugged facial features and eyes that you swear would peer into your soul if you let them. He took good care of himself and took pride in his appearance, but he was under no illusions that he was irresistibly good looking. He exuded a confidence that Cory found incredibly attractive, and it was a confidence that Roger carried with him into the bedroom as well. He was an average sized man, not the type Cory would usually gravitate towards, but she found herself amazed by the things he could do. Roger was an amazingly attentive lover, always taking care to tend to Cory's needs and desires, and she was always sure to reciprocate. As their love and their passions grew, Cory found herself more and more willing to discuss her sexual desires with him, but she was deathly afraid of discussing what she most needed because she was sure that Roger would take it personally and never speak to her again. She adored her sexual experiences with Roger and they were some of the most intimate and connected moments of her life. But sometimes, as she lay in his comforting embrace, she would become aware of her craving for more. She knew she needed to tell him the truth. She knew the he deserved to know what she truly needed. So she finally mustered the courage to tell him, and much to her surprise, far from being offended, he took it in full stride, even relishing the situation. Roger said that the way he looked at it, if there was something he could do to bring her more pleasure than he currently could, he was all about it. And if he couldn't provide it personally, there were always toys to pick up the slack. As long as it was OK with her, it was OK with him. "Besides," Roger pointed out, "toys can do a lot of things I can't. They can stay hard forever, they can vibrate, and some can even change color. But they can't hold you after sex, they won't buy you flowers, and they can't tell you how much they love you." And with that, a whole new chapter of Cory's life began. Roger was true to his word, embracing a wide range of playthings which he and Cory incorporated into their love making. Roger always found a way to satisfy all of Corry's needs, and she always made sure that he was handily rewarded for his attentions. For Cory, it was the best of everything, and after two years together, they married. Walking into the house, Corry could see the light was on in the master bathroom. Turning the corner she saw Roger standing in front of the mirror in his dress slacks, shirt off, shaving for the evening's event. She softly walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso, hands resting on his chest. She pressed her cheek into his strong back and let out a sigh of relief. "Long day at the office?" Roger asked, already knowing the answer. "You have no idea," Cory responded, hugging him a little tighter, "but my day just got a lot better. What time do we need to be there tonight?" "Eight o'clock," Roger replied. "We should really leave in about forty five minutes." Cory looked at the clock in the bedroom. "Sounds good," she said, "I just need to jump in the shower and then get dressed. Want to join me?" she cooed, letting her hand drop down to caress the newly formed lump in his pants. Roger moaned. "Yes I would," he groaned, "but if we want to have any chance of leaving the house, let alone of being fashionably late, you're going to have to shower by yourself." Cory lifted her sports bra over her head releasing her breasts from their tight captivity and waved them seductively in the mirror. "Are you sure," she pouted, slowly sliding her bike shorts over her hips. Roger watched in the mirror as they fell to the bathroom floor. Turning around, Roger took Cory in his arms. Their lips met and they kissed passionately, her breasts pressed to his chest, his hands sliding down to grasp the soft curve of her ass. As their lips parted, Roger whispered "You should really go shower," but as Cory looked at his eyes, he got a devilish look on his face and a sly little smile. Before she realized it, Roger took her firmly by both hips and shook her, in small but distinct motions from one side to the other and back again. Deep within her, she could feel the vibro-balls, which she had completely forgotten about, jump to life, sending their usual rush of sensations up and down her spine. When Roger brought her hips to a standstill with a satisfied look on his face, she took hold of his face with both hands and kissed him passionately. Pushing Her Limits "Tease," she muttered as their lips parted again. Cory reached down between her legs, took hold of the retrieval cord, and slid the vibro-balls out of her pussy. She took a hold of Roger's right hand and, holding it out in front of him, deposited the balls into his palm. Leaning into him she whispered into his ear "Hold these for me, will you." Then she winked at him, grazed her hand across his now rock hard cock for good measure, turned, and headed for the shower. Their master bathroom was a study in clean lines and white surfaces, but the crowning achievement was their bathtub. It was a square, whirlpool style, approximately six feet on a side, with convenient seats and benches molded into the tub's surround in various locations. With three tiled steps leading up to the one foot wide lip which surrounded the perimeter, the tub looked more like a throne than a typical bathtub. Above the tub was a rain shower system which cascaded into the center of the tub. Working the rain shower controls, Cory began a steaming cascade of water and stepped into the center of the tub. As the water ran over her body, she felt the last of the day's stresses wash away. After rinsing herself clean of both her run and her earlier solo activities, she grabbed the shaving cream and touched up both her legs and a few stray hairs which had begun to appear on her pubic mound. When she was satisfied that she was a smooth as she could be, she turned off the shower and toweled herself off. A quick application of moisturizing lotion later and she was standing at her closet sifting through her choices for the evening. She found an open back forest green cocktail dress which she hadn't worn in a while and a matching pair of heels which seemed to fit her mood rather well. She laid the dress on the bed and turned to her lingerie drawer thinking that she needed something both appropriate and alluring. She thought briefly about her old standby, a well matched pair of patterned pantyhose, but thought that she would go with something a little different. She pulled out a pair of light colored stay-up stockings, and a pair of panties which, she thought to herself, she wore far too infrequently. They were composed of a stretchy white lace waist belt which hugged her smooth flat abdomen in all the right ways, but instead of a traditional crotch, these panties had a string of white pearls which ran from front to back and fastened to the white lace waist belt with small silver clasps. Pulling her stockings over her slender legs, Cory stood in front of her full length mirror and admired the sight. She was always fond of the way her body looked when any part of it was encased in nylon, and the light color of her stockings, combined with her smooth mound and firm breasts made her look like an innocent idol from a renaissance painting themed on lust and temptation. Cory laughed quietly to herself. Thoughts like that always amused her, one because it was so far from the truth as to be completely comical, and two, because so few people actually new the truth. She took a small bottle of lube from her night side table and applied a small amount to her fingers. Then, spreading her pussy with one hand, she slid her slick fingers up and down the length of her slit, taking special care to completely cover her clit. The she picked up her panties and applied an equally liberal coating to the string of pearls that would become her best friend for the evening. Wiping the extra lube from her hands, she slipped the lace waist belt over her hips and smoothed it across her lower abdomen. She carefully aligned the string of pearls so that it ran cleanly within the length of her slit. Then she slid the waist belt up a little higher, insuring that she had full contact from her anus to her clit, and all along the length in between. Then she set about finishing her routine: hair, makeup, perfume. With each step and each sway of the hips, the pearls became a little balls of sensation, massaging her inner lips, dancing across the opening of her snatch, teasing the muscles around her anus, and relentlessly gliding over and around her clit. This was going to be challenging; Fun, but challenging. "Are you almost ready?" she heard Roger call from the living room. "Yup," she called out, "I'm just throwing on my dress." Cory grabbed her dress from the bed and tossed it over her head. As it settled over her frame, she looked in the full length mirror to make sure that is fit right. The built in cups gently supported her breasts and as she turned around, the open back looked elegant. The hemline had settled in just below her knees, which was perfect for her. No sense looking trampy when the only person you really care about is going to be paying attention to you all night long anyway. Satisfied with her appearance, she slipped into her heels and headed for the door. Roger caught sight of her as she came out of the bedroom and a quiet "Wow!" was all he could manage. "You like?" asked Cory, seeing the look on his face. "You look amazing," Roger replied. "Is that dress new?" Cory smiled. "No, I've had it for a while but I haven't worn it in a long time." She crossed the room and put her arms around his neck. Her hugged her tightly and kissed her. "We should really get going," he said urgently. "I'm ready when you are," she said and turned toward the door a little too suddenly. One of the pearls ground into her clit and a muffled groan escaped from her lips. "Should I ask?" questioned Roger with a knowing tone in his voice. "I haven't worn these in a while either," Cory said coyly, raising her skirt to show Roger the string of pearls nestled between her lips. Roger stepped towards her and slid his hand between her legs. Resting his middle finger atop her clit, he skillfully rolled her bud in small, tight circles. "You know this isn't going to make it any easier for me to concentrate on my speech." Kissing him sweetly and sighing as the sensation of his touch washed over her, she simply replied, "Who said it was my job to make your life easy?" She took a step backward, winked at him, and let her skirt fall back into place. "Now come on. It's not nice to leaving people waiting when they're supposed to be praising you." Roger checked his watch, nodded in agreement, and being sure to pat Cory on the ass as he passed by, made his way out the door. The dinner was as pleasant as one can expect from a night of corporate bullshit. The group was friendly, and some of the faces were even familiar. Roger made sure that introductions were made at every opportunity and she even got a number of compliments on her dress from the other wives in attendance. Of course the introductions got a little more difficult when Roger discovered that he could discretely hook his finger into the silver ring at the back side of her panties and tug on the string of pearls without anyone realizing what he was doing. He seemed to get a great amount of pleasure out of doing this while she was shaking hands with the wives of his co-workers. He always did have a rather twisted sense of fun, but it turned Cory on immensely so she wasn't about to complain. Luckily the obligatory speeches were short and to the point. When it came time for Roger to speak on behalf of his team, Cory was reminded of why she had fallen in love with him. He stood in front of the crowd, commanding their attention with a confidence that she found amazingly compelling. The sight of him in his tailored suit and tie, in complete control of his surroundings, stirred something inside of her. She wanted him to posses her; to take control of her physically and emotionally. She wanted to give herself over to him completely and see where it would lead. It was a thought she had not had in a very long time, and the prospect of where it could lead excited her. She allowed the thought to linger and mature throughout the rest of the evening. Every time she felt his hand on the small of her back, or he placed a kiss on her neck in passing, or she stood next to him and took hold of his arm, she would find her mind wandering; constructing scenarios of what might be and what she would relish having done to her, so long as it was Roger who did it. When the evening finally ended, and all the politics had been set aside, when the hand shaking ceased and Cory finished her last glass of red wine, they were finally able to head for home. Lying on the living room sofa with her head resting in Roger's lap, her petite silhouette stretched out along the cushions, she basked in comfort and security. Roger's hands gently played across her body, the fingers of his left hand gently running through her hair while his right hand lay buried between her thighs, his fingers sliding in and out of her, eliciting quiet moans of gratitude as her hips squirmed beneath his touch. As he added a third finger, opening her wide and causing her to almost involuntarily spread her legs for him, she began to get a familiar ache in her pelvis; an ache that could only be satisfied by more. "I love you so much," she groaned, her body writhing as his fingers went about their skillful work. "I love you to," he responded, lowering his mount to gently kiss her forehead. Cory's hands slid up the length of her torso and cupped her breasts through her dress. As her excitement grew, she could feel herself growing bolder by the second, and before long, she knew she had the courage to ask him. "Roger," she whispered tentatively, "Can I ask you to try something for me?" His reply was simple. "Of course. You know I'm game for anything." "I've been thinking about it all night," Cory continued, "and I want you to try something a little beyond what we're used to." Cory looked up into Roger's eyes and paused for a moment. Will a deep breath, she asked her question. "Will you fist me?" Roger thought for a moment. It's not as if the thought hadn't crossed his mind in the past. He just never thought that he would actually get the chance to try. And yet here was his wife, head resting lazily in his lap, hot, wet, and asking for that very thing. "Do you think you can take that much?" came his studied response, his fingers still working the inside of her hot slit. "I know I want to try," was all she could muster between moans. Roger's voice became seductive and low. "Then yes," he purred as he pulled his fingers from between Cory's thighs. "Why don't you get undressed and I'll run a hot bath for us." "Ok," she replied sitting up. "I won't be long." Cory rose from the sofa and headed for the bedroom, pulling her dress over her head as she went. She stopped just long enough to hang it in her closet and pull off her stockings before stepping into the bathroom wearing nothing but her excitement. Roger had removed his suit and stood in just his boxers, testing the temperature of the water in the tub. She crossed the bathroom to him and deftly slid her hand through the opening in the front of his shorts, taking hold of his cock and slowly stroking it. She watched as he closed his eyes and savored the sensation of her hand on his rod. "Why don't we take these off?" Cory cooed, removing her hand from his cock and sliding his boxers down to the floor. Roger shut off the water and turned himself around to face Cory. She was already on her knees. Before he could say a word, she took his cock into her mouth and looked up at him with the most innocent eyes he had ever seen. As it always did, the sight of his wife's pouty lips with his cock held firmly between them, her hands on her hips and her eyes gazing into his made him instantly hard. She took his shaft deep into the back of her throat and slowly swallowed, allowing her muscles to tug and pull at his head, working him as deep into her mouth as she could manage. A long, deep, masculine groan welled up from his abdomen and Cory knew she had hit the spot. She locked her lips around the base of his shaft and ever so slowly drew back, running her tongue along the underside of his cock until it slid from her mouth with a slight pop. Standing, Cory stepped up into the tub and slid herself down into the water which was just deep enough to graze the underside of her breasts. Roger slid in beside her and their lips met passionately. Roger slid his hand under the water seeking out Cory's mound and with his tongue pressed deep into her mouth he pressed two fingers into her pussy. The feeling of the water seeping into her from around his fingers gave Cory a rush of warmth and her excitement began to build. Skillfully, without letting Roger's fingers slide out from within her, Cory shifted her body so she was straddling Roger's lap, her back to him, and reaching around to grasp his hardened shaft, she positioned his head at her own back door. She took a small breath, rocked her hips forward and in one slow, continuous movement, sat back on his cock, lodging its full length deep in her bowels. She loved the sensation of being filled from behind and she wagged her hips from left to right to ensure that she was fully seated. The sudden feeling of tightness around Roger's cock made him gasp and the feeling of Cory's anal muscles massaging his shaft sent waves through him. He found himself subconsciously grinding his fingers deeper into Cory's slit and as the muscles at the entrance to her inner most reaches loosened, he began to strategically massage each side of her inner canal, saving the upper wall, and consequently, her G spot, for last. As his fingers finished their deliberate circuit, Roger added another finger and, with ever increasing pressure, began to knead his fingers into the underside of Cory's pubic bone. Flushed with the stimulation within her, Cory found herself rocking her hips forward and back, savoring the sensation of Roger's hard cock shifting within her ass, but with the addition of another finger, she found that she was all but bucking backward against him, driving his cock into her own ass with a wonderful abandon. Feeding off her excitement and driven to new heights by his own, Roger slipped in his fourth finger and cupped the palm of his hand over her pubic mound. Then, with a rolling motion, he slid his hand down around Cory's pubic bone and buried his fingers deep within her now gaping snatch, making sure that his hand and wrist ground into her clit every inch of the way. The added fullness in Cory's vagina only increased the tightness that surrounded his manhood and as Cory pounded against him, he could hold out no longer. With an incredibly satisfied groan, he lost control and let loose his load deep within her ass, filling her with the warmth of his cum and coating the walls of her rectum. Cory felt the deep warmth of Roger's release and slowed the pace of her hips. She leaned her body back against his chest and, tilting her head back, kissed him passionately. He returned her kiss and brought his left arm across her body in what Cory took to be an embrace. Before she knew it, Roger had grasped her right breast firmly and using his arm to hold her in place against him, his hand went back to its diabolical work of grinding at every genital pleasure point her body had to offer. She felt her pulse quicken and her breathing came shallow, with every intrusion of Roger's fingers it was as if he was lifting her a little higher up a cliff from which she could not wait to fall. She found herself wheezing a little with every thrust as her pleasure became more and more vocal. But just as her cries reached a crescendo and she thought she was about to cum, Roger's hand came to an abrupt stop, still holding her mound firmly, but no longer moving. Cory whimpered softly and her head dropped back on Roger's shoulder. Then she heard him let out a mischievous little chuckle in her ear as he said "Not yet! Get on all fours over the edge of the tub." Cory understood what he wanted. She obediently rose and knelt facing away from him. She took a towel from the nearby rack and laid it on the first step down from the wide lip of the tub. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on the towel so that her body straddled the tub's tiled surround, her breasts dangling just barely above the pristine white tile, her knees planted on the bench just inside the tub wall. She became acutely aware that this new position raised her hips out of the water and placed them at chest level for Roger, who watched the move with a new glimmer of lust in his eyes. As Cory was settling in, Roger reached for a non-descript clear bottle which the two kept next to the shampoo on a nearby shelf. It contained a silicone based lubricant which was waterproof and never dried out. It was intended to be used in small amounts, but sitting behind the finest set of hips he had ever known, and seeing Cory's anus and pussy gaping open, begging for more, he couldn't see any value in being stingy. He removed the cap of the bottle and poured a liberal amount down the crack of her ass, watching as it dribbled inside of her asshole. He then brought the neck of the bottle directly to the opening of Cory's snatch and poured in most of what remained, leaving just enough to adequately lather his hands. With every liquid sensation Roger was creating behind her, Cory's anticipation grew, but she thought that she would almost break down and start begging when Roger's finger began to trace the outside of her anal ring, teasing first the outside perimeter, then tracing the inside of her gaping sphincter. As Roger finally slid two fingers into her ass, she moaned in ecstasy as each nerve came alive again just as it had when she had impaled herself onto him only a short time before. Slowly, she felt Roger insert two fingers from his other hand into her now sopping pussy, and aided by a combination of the lubricant and her natural juices, which were now flowing liberally down the inside of her thighs, his fingers met with no resistance. But Roger paused for a moment to allow her to savor the feeling as he rubbed the tips of his fingers together through the thin membrane which separated her rectum from her vaginal canal, trying to find each wonderful nerve and give each more attention that it had ever previously received. It was only after Cory started to whimper in desperation and lust that he finally decided that he had teased her enough. It was time to put her out of her misery, or out of her mind, whichever came first. Cory found herself moaning uncontrollably as Roger worked another finger into her slit. He again began massaging her G spot with a determined force which took her by surprise, but it was the speed with which he inserted his fourth finger which caught her off guard. She hadn't had the same time to adapt to the ever expanding mass she was taking inside her and the sudden and unexpected stretch made her eyes go wide and she gasped in surprise. But as Roger resumed thrusting, now with four fingers running through the opening of her quivering lips, that gasp turned into the longest guttural expression of sheer pleasure she had ever uttered. Then, again without warning, Roger's methodical thrusting began to take on a twisting motion and Cory felt her G spot being ground from left to right and back again with each thrust, and each time, Roger thrust deeper and deeper. By this time, Roger was able to sink his fingers into Cory up to his knuckles, and he found that, with each thrust, he could also work his thumb against her clit, which, much to his delight, sent her into hysterics. Which each pass against her clit, Cory would involuntarily buck her hips back, trying to get more contact, but in doing so would force Roger's hand deeper into her abdomen and she would only groan in greater pleasure. Roger knew as the going began to get a little easier that the time had come. He slid his two fingers out of Cory's ass and placed his hand on the small of her back. Pushing Her Limits "Are you ready for this?" Roger asked, giving Cory one last chance to back out. "More than you can possibly imagine," came her desperate reply. With that reassurance, Roger tucked his thumb into the palm of his hand and slowly slid his arm forward, gently pressing down on the small of Cory's back to ensure that she didn't rise up against the force of his advance. As the widest part of his hand reached her opening, Roger could see her muscles stretch to accommodate this new intrusion and for a brief moment he wondered if she would be able to take it. Cory moaned and writhed as more of Roger's hand disappeared inside of her. Slowly she could feel him begin to curl his fingers under and she felt the pressure begin to build on the upper wall of her vagina as his knuckled exerted even more pressure than before. Cory couldn't take the anticipation any longer. She forced her hips backward against Roger's advance and there was a sudden release from the stretching at her pussy's opening and a total and instant feeling of absolute fullness as Roger's fist slipped past her muscular ring and settled into the depths of her abdomen in a way that nothing else ever had. "Oh my God!" cried Cory, feeling more complete that she thought possible. "That feels amazing!" "You should see it from here," replied Roger. "You with my arm lodged inside you is the single hottest thing I have ever seen!" Cory looked behind her and saw the mixture of love and lust in Roger's eyes and knew that she would never be closer to him that she was right now. And it was that feeling that washed over her as Roger planted a loving kiss on Cory's ass, and then began rocking his fist within her. Roger got that wonderful mischievous smile again, and Cory was struck with the wonderfully erotic thought that with his fist inside her, she was his erotic puppet; her master's hand lodged deep within her and he could make her perform however he wanted. As the intensity of his rocking and thrusting became quicker and more deliberate, she broke eye contact with him, lowered her head and began to focus on the intense waves of sensation which began to emanate from within her. With each thrust Roger stimulated her entire canal, and with each rock forward or backward of his wrist, he would mercilessly pummel her G spot. It wasn't long before the sensations were more than she could take while staying upright. Cory let her arms and legs go, letting the lip of the tub do the work. Resting her torso on the white tile, she let her arms extend in front of her and her head dropped to the towel beneath her. Her legs slid off the bench in the tub and extended outward, leaving her pussy naturally exposed and vulnerable. What she hadn't anticipated was that, by resting on the tub, she had made every sensation she was experiencing even more intense. When she had been on all fours, her body rocked back and forth in time with Roger's rhythm, but now, with the solid tub as a backer, the full intensity of Roger's thrusts ran through her body and she found herself unable to cope. She completely released herself to Roger and to the pleasures she was feeling and waited for the orgasm that she could feel building to crash over her like none had before. She was a rag doll and Roger was in control. Sensing Cory's resignation, Roger intensified his efforts, knowing that she was building to a spectacular climax the likes of which neither of them had ever seen. He knew the sounds she made as she began to go over the edge and as he twisted and ground his fist into her he heard the telltale switch from a guttural moan of pleasure to the slowly building scream of orgasm. He knew, to get it just right, the timing would be everything. Each successive thrust elicited a slightly higher pitched scream, and slowly those screams became a discernable string of "Yes", each one building in intensity and volume. He knew she was close. It was time. Roger quickly slid the hand that had been bracing Cory's lower back along the crack of her ass and before Cory had realized what was happening, Roger thrust two fingers back into her asshole. The intense sensation of being doubly penetrated in this way was beyond anything that Cory could have imagined and she involuntarily arched her back, raising her perfect breasts up off the tile where the warmth of the air in the bathroom licked at her nipples. She slowly became aware that her rhythmic moans and exclamations had joined into one extended scream of ecstatic rapture. Then, just as she thought she had had all she could handle, Roger sensed the she had begun to fall into orgasm, and he thrust a third finger into her now distended anus. This was the threshold of what Cory could take. Every orifice she had was stretched to its limit whether by Roger, or by the sheer act of screaming in orgasmic bliss. She lost track of how long she came for, but to her it seemed like forever. Every muscle in her body contracted at once. The shot of adrenaline which coursed through her veins supercharged her sense of touch and she instantly felt everything; The fullness in her sopping pussy, the distended ring of her asshole, the cool tile pressed against her breasts, the warm air in the bathroom moving the hairs on her back. It was as if, for one moment, she had everything, and she wanted that moment to last forever. Then, as that moment released, so did a gush of fluids from her aching slit. She had never ejaculated before, but under the circumstances, it seemed a completely appropriate response. It was the most cathartic release she had ever known, and as her body slowly began to relax again, she felt Roger slide his fingers from her anus. Then very slowly, ever so slowly, he extracted his hand from within her. Roger gazed at the sensuous, limp, and exhausted body of his wife as it lay draped across the clean white tile and he felt a mixture of pride and love; Pride for having been able to grant her what she had most desired, and love for her having trusted him to do it. Roger carefully gathered Cory into his arms and cradled her in the warm bath water. He rested her head on his shoulder and ran his fingers though her sweat matted hair. He felt her breathing slowly return to its normal steady rhythm and he saw her open her eyes. As she raised her head to look at him, he heard her whisper something he couldn't quite make out, so he carefully lowered his ear to her mouth. "I love you so much," Cory whispered faintly. "I love you too sweetie," whispered Roger in return. "Now rest." Roger reached out and carefully turned on the hot water faucet to warm the bathwater. Then settling down with his wife in his arms, he gently kissed her, and held her a little closer.