I want everything.” I slowly withdrew my fingers. “I want you to fuck my ass while I rub my clit.” I stood between her legs. I pressed myself to...her enlarged hole. Heather reached underneath her to spread her cheeks wider. Slowly I pushed myself inside her ass. Inch by inch. Stretching her in a way she'd never felt before. A new feeling for me too. The friction was such that I glanced around the room, hoping to spy a tube of lube. No joy. I pressed on. Gripping her hips pulling her on to me.. This story had several variations when told by her and over the years my imagination has added more. She was very turned on to tell me this story as she stroked me slowly to climax. I was embarrassed back then and still am today to a large extent to admit that a movie or story about a woman being whipped can turn me on so much. I am writing this in response to the emails from people who wanted to hear it and thought I was just teasing them by mentioning it in my other stories. It has, of. Rachel’s parents had a bit of issue with this, since it happened when we – Rachel and I – had just gone through bar mitzvah and bat mitzvah – tradition among us Jews to say that now we accept a place among adults and the responsibilities that go with it.We’re being watched. Of course, our announcement was on the table along with the whole Terri ‘n’ Jerry thing, and they were announced as ‘engaged’.Rachel and I said the same thing.Neither couple was allowed nor expected to have any private time. " Don't you realize what's happening?" Arnie said. "You never looked twice at me before, and a few minutes ago you just about raped me. And, and, I don't mean to get personal, but whatever's in this flour has made your body get, well, get bigger. I thought women were sensitive about their weight. You don't want to get fat, do you?" Why not?" she said, and the look on her face was of raw, obscene sexuality. "Nothing wrong with a little weight on a woman, Arnie." She started to rub her stomach.