9 comments/ 60554 views/ 51 favorites Debby Knut's Big Fat Butt By: eroswizard "Debby Knut with the big old butt." The sound of that chant rings in my ears to this day. In kindergarten I realized that my butt was bigger than most other girls my age. Rather than I noticed, it was actually pointed out to me routinely by other children. "Debby Knut with the big old butt" was sung as I jumped rope while other girls just herd rhymes such as "My Mother told me." I hated having a big butt. Some of the African American girls had butts that resembled mine, and I began hanging out with many of them, in hopes of not feeling different. This was not a very popular thing for a blond girl to do in the deep South back in the day. It is not likely that it actually helped. What it did do was attract the attention of African American boys by the time I was in Middle School. Even the ones in High School began calling me. "Debby Knut with the Big fine butt." No matter how they meant it, I did not find this flattering at all. Around this age, even my brothers took notice of my butt. In my panties and night shirt before bed, my brothers would whistle and slap me on the ass. When we went swimming, over and over they would pull my bikini bottoms down exposing my ass, whether I was in the water or on the beach. I became a very good swimmer, as I went farther out into the ocean and swam faster than the boys to keep them away. These summers in the ocean appeared to only make my thighs more sturdy and my butt muscles to form a bubble butt. Bubble butt is another term I hated. While dancing jazz and ballet, the girls would call me "bubble butt." The instructor encouraged me to ignore them as they were just jealous. Of what I could not understand. Even having an adult woman (Our dance teacher), that I respected highly, bluntly explain; "Every one of the boys get an instant erection when you dance in your tights. It is your ass that turns them on!" did not help. Turn on or not, I did not want them looking at my butt. Dancing, as swimming, had kept me very fit and very skinny. Also just as swimming had, it further shaped my ass. Each decision I made further enhanced my butt, with bikinis and dance tights further showing it off. More than once each and every day of my teen age years, I was told how sexy my ass was. I missed that it was a form of compliment, despising any mention of my ass. High School dances became an opportunity for the boys to pick a slow dance and place their hands on my ass. Every song was taken, I was never left wanting for someone to ask me to dance. No matter how fast the song, every dance was a slow dance for me. I wanted to give up on boys completely, maybe become a lesbian. I was in this state of mind when I met Steve. Steve seemed different. He was the first boy who did not grab or even comment on my ass. As we were both in our Senior year of College, I should say man rather than boy. And yes, from an early age men to include teachers, professors, and fathers of my friends had noticed my ass. But, as I said, Steve was different. Not once did I catch him staring at my ass. Steve and I began dating and became lovers. He was so gentle in taking my virginity. We had long and intimate conversations. We were in love. Showing me a ring, he asked me to marry him a week before graduation. We would be starting our careers as a married couple. Steve withheld the ring from me. That weekend, he assured me that he would give it to me in front of his parents. It would be a very big weekend, not only would we be engaged, but this would be the first time he took me home to see his parents. His parents were very nice. His mother was especially sweet and kind to me. We hit it off from the start, we had a great deal in common. One of the things just happened to be the shape of our asses. What we did not have in common was our attitude about it. She appeared very proud of her ass, wearing tight pants, overtly wiggling it at Steve's father. I was shocked when he slapped her on the ass saying "come here my big sexy assed wife" pulling her onto his lap. This done in front of me and their son, while she giggled no less. As his parents were heading off to bed, Steve took the opportunity to ask me to marry him in front of them, on bended knee. He did not however yet give me my ring, instead holding it out as if luring me up the stairs, this right behind his Mother. Upstairs his Parents entered their bedroom, the Father once again patting his Wife's large ass as she entered the room, which was accompanied by him winking at me just before he shut their door. Steve and I were allowed to sleep together in his old bedroom, which happened to be next door to his Parents. As we closed our bedroom door, I immediately inquired of Steve "do you think that your Parents like me." Without hesitation he assured me that they were indeed smitten with me. He as well pointed me to a vent in his bedroom wall. Sitting on his bed, I could hear his Parent's conversation as if sitting in the same room. Steve's Mother, in answer to an inquiry by his Father, was raving about me: "She is a beautiful girl. Very intelligent, witty, and caring." Her compliments continued almost endlessly. She seemed truly happy to have me as part of the family. As she winded down, she turned the question to his Father, "Need I ask your thoughts? You were obviously taken by her and her ass." Initially I was shocked and hurt, even Steve's Mother cannot look past my big ass. They have been so nice, would Steve's Father criticize my ass too? "As I have always said Dear, big ass equals a big heart. She is as lovely as you my Dear, and her ass is as lovely as yours." Throughout his Parent's conversation, Steve whispered in my ear how they were so taken by me. Even as his Father talked about MY ass, Steve told me how his Father had always loved his Mother's ass. As his Father continued to share his admiration of my ass, Steve directed me to stand on the bed. From this angle, not only could I hear his parents, but I had a clear view of them as well. "Mom", as she had directed me to call her, was laying on her stomach on their bed, her ass up and clearly in view. Her ass was actually very lovely. "Dad" ran his hands adoringly over her big butt, as he continued to talk about mine. While Dad raved about my ass, he ran his cock between Mom's wonderful cheeks. Dad's cock! I just noticed how hard he was. Steve's whispered commentary pointed out how it was my ass that had made Dad's cock hard. "His cock has been clearly visible from the time that you bent over picking up the keys I dropped when we walked in. I thought mom was going to get bent over and fucked on top of the coffee table because of your ass. Surprised Mom made it up to now before Dad fucked her big ass." Dad was indeed entering Mom's sexy big ass! It was amazing to watch. Slowly but steadily his cock slid into her ass while she raised it up for him. After a short pause, he began slowly lovingly fucking her. Mom's moans became distinguishable words. "Do you like Debby's butt? Do you want to fuck Debby's butt?" She was using my ass to turn him on. And it was working! His cock was fucking her harder and harder. "Fuck Debby's big ass. Fuck your Daughter In-Law's Ass, fill it with your cum, Daddy!" As he rolled off of her, I saw Mom's most beautiful ass, cum slowly leaking and dripping out. Steve, brought my mind back to our own room, putting my ring on my finger. "You like big diamonds, I like big asses. You want this ring, I want your ass. You slip your finger into the ring tonight, I will be slipping my cock into your ass tonight." Following Mom's example, I laid on the bed, Steve lovingly massaging my ass. Feeling his hands and hard cock on my ass cheeks, I pictured Mom's beautiful ass. Mom's ass could easily be the twin to mine. Could I accept that my ass was beautiful? Did Steve really think it was? His hands were replaced by his lips, trailing kisses over my ass cheeks. Spreading my large cheeks, I felt his tongue tickling my asshole. I guess he really does love my ass, I am learning to love his tongue on my ass. As it penetrated my tight little asshole it felt amazing. I lifted my ass wanting more, releasing a moan. As his tongue fucked my ass faster and faster, my moans became louder, more uncontrolled. I feared Mom and Dad would hear, I wanted Mom and Dad to hear. Steve too soon replaced his tongue with a finger lubricating my virgin asshole. I was very thankful that Mom and Dad buy lubricant by the gallon. Fear began engulfing me, simultaneously lust engulfed me. I wanted Steve's cock in my beautiful ass. Working up the courage, I forced my voice to act: "I need your cock in my ass NOW!" Was that as loud as it sounded? Mom and Dad had to of heard, their future daughter In-Law beg like a slut. Would they lose respect? No, it would make Dad's cock hard again! That thought caused me to picture Dad's cock just as I felt a large cockhead pressing against my ass. As I saw Mom do, I pressed against it. It was so big stretching my ass. I could hear myself whimper. Slowly, I was able to think again. Steve was not moving, he was allowing me to adjust, I heard his voice encouraging, helping me. "Relax, Relax, calm, relax your gorgeous ass. Your ass feels wonderful, I love you, I love your ass." His cock was pushing deeper, no, I was pressing back, forcing it deeper. I need his cock filling my ass. I need him to fuck it. "Make love, to my ass later" I whispered. "Fuck my ass, now! Steve fuck me like Dad fucked your Mother!" "Your ass is too tight, it will hurt you" he argued. I just needed my ass fucked, I want to feel my ass in the same way I saw Mom's ass. Beautiful, lust worthy, a thing of love. I pressed my ass harder against Steve, lifting it higher. He could hold back not longer, he gave me the fucking I desired. I was so full, my ass stretched so tight. I could feel my orgasm building. Pulling a pillow under me, it lifted my ass higher giving me something to press my clit against. The orgasm came, it made me scream, it made me convulse. So wonderful. I went black, I slept. Every movement reminded me that my ass had been fucked last night. Each step down the stairs felt like Steve's cock thrusting into me. I emerged into the dining room, breakfast sitting on the bar. Steve and his father sat on the opposite side, while Mom directed me to come stand by her. "May I assume you will not be sitting?" Mom asked while Dad continued to smile adoringly at me. While we ate, Mom's loving hand rubbed my sore ass, "Welcome to the family, Baby, welcome to the family." Debby Knut's Big Fat Butt Ch. 02 Steve and I were looking forward to a wonderful week off of work. On Friday I would represent my company in the city's corporate Olympics, and then we were off to visit his parents. Dan and Becky, his parents, were absolutely wonderful a year ago when we first met. We talked routinely ever since, growing very close. From the beginning they had asked me to call them Mom and Dad. I was now very comfortable with this and was looking forward to the week of planning my wedding and shopping with my future mother. As my parents are already planning and paying for my wedding and have purchased the dress, I am not sure what Becky has planned, but I am looking forward to it none the less. The corporate Olympics would come first. As a young teen girl, I was very good at swimming, both fast and with great endurance. This was out of necessity as I had to out swim my brothers and the other boys who routinely pulled my bikini bottoms down exposing my large ass. It was rather ironic that Steve picked out my suit specifically because it showed off my big butt. After years of embarrassment about how large it was, Steve now had me feeling proud of my sexy ass and looking forward to showing it off. As my event began, I was learning that 400 meters was longer than I imagined. With each lap I had to change to a new stroke. Initially I felt relieved that I would be giving a set of muscles a rest while exercising a different set. Soon I was coming to realize that each lap was simply making a new part of my body ache. Being the new girl in the advertising company, I pushed myself to the limit. My team cheered me on to a close second place finish. The girls I worked closely with over the last year since college graduation, helped me from the pool. Each one hugged me, leaving their slightly too snug team shirts wet and just a touch transparent. The company president seemed to approve of my performance and his sexy staff. He glanced at each of the girl's damp shirts as he approached me, congratulating me with a pat on my ample backside as if I was a quarterback. The pat ending with a bit of a squeeze and a wink removed any thought of just a one of the boys gesture. Ready to begin my vacation, I moved quickly to the locker room and into the shower. As the girls I had just competed against began entering the shower after I had already removed my suit, I was very self-conscious. My high school had private showers, this was the first time that I had found myself in a community shower. I began relaxing as the other swimmers peeled their suits off. I was soon checking out their bodies planning my report for my husband to be. As he drove I began: "Do you think my breasts are normal?" I did not wait for him too reassure me, he had already spent many hours proving how much he adored my body. Rather this was just an excuse for me to begin painting a verbal image for him. "I was really quite surprised by the asian girl in lane one's nipples. Her small breasts had large nipples that almost completely took over her areolas. They must be quite sensitive as they became erect at the slightest touch as she lathered up her body." Progressing through a description of each of the competitor's bodies, I closely observed his breathing and the size of the bulge in his pants. He clearly enjoyed the discussion, even if his words said otherwise. With an obviously hard cock, "You have the perfect body, my Dear", he would exclaim. "I love your pussy the way it is trimmed. I am sure I would also love it if you let your bush grow. I am sure I would love it if you shaved it completely." This last response came after I described each bush I observed in the shower from the one running amok to the one shaved completely bare. Most were trimmed neatly, as was mine, to keep stray pubic hair from peaking from the swim suit. In addition to enjoying the experience of turning on my husband, I found the shaved pussy very lovely. I truly wanted to know what he would think. Especially for our wedding night, I pictured myself as the young virginal bride having her legs spread to expose the innocence of her bare pussy to her handsome husband. I pushed him for more of a response. He always avoided telling me about past girlfriends. Always focusing on me. "Have you ever seen a shaved pussy? Do you like them shaved? Would you like to see mine shaved, maybe for our wedding? Tell me, tell me, I really want to know. I am a female, I need to share information to feel close and a part of you." With a sigh, he finally began: "Yes, at times my mother shaved her pussy. Yes, I liked it. I always looked for opportunities to see her nude. The times that she kept her pussy shaved, I doubled my efforts. Walking in on her while she was showering, bathing, or dressing. Yes, I would love to see your pussy shaved completely bare. I would love to open your hairless pussy lips filling your bald cunt with my swollen cock." The final five minutes of our drive was in silent contemplation. I thought I would get an old girlfriend story. I thought maybe even a story about a curious young man spying on a neighbor. I was very surprised. Even a bigger surprise was that my cunt was tingling. My pussy was wet not just damp as it had been while I teased him with mental pictures of the girls in the shower. As we climbed out of the car to great bear hugs from Steve's parents, I noticed his cock was hard beyond hope of concealment. While Steve and his father carried our luggage up stairs, I followed Becky into the kitchen. Dressed in her robe, which seemed a bit short, she was putting the finishing touches on a late meal for us. Rather than accepting my offers of help, she sent me upstairs to get comfortable. "It is late, you have had a long day of travel, and you and I will be up early for shopping tomorrow. Change for bed so you can begin relaxing." As I was stepping from the kitchen saw her smile and continue to herself. "Besides, Dan would be very disappointed if the only look at your ass tonight was in those baggy sweatpants." Stepping into Steve's old bedroom, my mind instantly reminisced about my lover taking my ass for the first time on that bed. I could hear in my mind his parents making love next door. I also caught site of an old silk robe hanging in the closet with Becky's non-seasonal clothing. Slipping from my sweats, I reached for the robe. It was short, as Becky or probably Steve liked, and would barely cover my ass. "Perfect!" Pulling the robe on, I ignored the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, choosing to leave the door open. As I tightened the belt around my waist to accentuate my curves, I looked up into the mirror. As I had heard the footsteps enter the room stopping behind me, I knew I would see Steve admiring me from behind. Dan rather than Steve showed his appreciation; "Very lovely, you look just as sexy as Becky wearing it. She had to quit wearing it as Steve also appreciated her in it as he entered puberty." Ignoring my excuses of just trying it on and I will be changing out of it, his firm arm around me, with the hand daring to creep down towards my ass, he guided me toward the stairs. Steve and his mother looked up smiling approvingly as we entered the dining area. Over Dinner, Becky excitedly went over her plans for shopping tomorrow. As I am sure the subject of shopping did not hold our men's attention, her hands moving while she talked opened her robe showing more and more of her ample cleavage, which did keep their attention. At least until her discussion of styles led her to opening my robe describing various neck lines. She did not close my robe, but rather had me stand turning me this way and that lifting the already short robe. It was then that I noticed that she was measuring her son's response, getting an idea of his preference rather than mine. Dan stood, announcing that he had been teased enough. Just as he had guided me down the stairs, he was now guiding his wife Becky up and to bed. Steve and I were right behind them recalling the turn on of listening to their love making just over a year ago. If Dan had been turned on enough that he could wait no longer, Steve was certainly his son. He had my robe off before we had even made it to the stairs. Steve only removed his hands from me as he disrobed himself in the dash towards our bedroom. Passing his parent's room, the door had been left open and Dan was laying the beautiful and naked Becky down on their bed. Within seconds, Steve had me laying on his old bed just as I had seen his Mother. Without any further foreplay, my legs were around Steve pulling his cock deep into my drenched pussy. As he fucked me hard, I could not distinguish between their bed springs and ours, was the their floor creaking or ours, is their headboard slapping against the wall or ours, was that Dan moaning or Steve. It was even difficult to distinguish my moans from Becky's. Hearing an erotic scream signaling an impending orgasm, I wondered if Steve was embarrassed by his Mother's unbridled ecstasy. As the next wave, thrust and scream approached, it was only then I recognized it was my orgasm. With just a hint of light coming into our window, I awoke. I was not in my bed at home, my muscles were extremely tight and soar, my pussy was wet. The swim race had made me to soar to move, I had been in the middle of the best orgasm of my life, next thing I know I am awaking from a night's sleep. Did Steve cum after I had passed out? Feeling between my legs, he had. I had missed listening to Dan and Becky's orgasm as well. Stepping through our still open door, I could not help myself but to glance into the room next door. They were beautifully sprawled across their bed, naked with their juices still smeared over their genitals. Becky's head lifted, winking at me. I entered the bathroom, starting the shower. The water had no sooner warmed than Becky was entering the shower behind me. I giggled to her that this was two days in a row that I had showered with other women. I recounted to her how I had used the experience to tease her son. She laughed that I would not likely be describing his Mother's body to turn him on. With hesitation I slowly disagreed, simply telling her that her body was very lovely. I slowly continued with how Steve had admitted to finding Mom's shaved pussy more than a little attractive. Even though I had a beautiful view of her pussy with legs spread the night before, it only now dawned on me that her pussy was currently shaved completely bare. It was indeed very pretty. While soaping my back, Becky described how Dan would shave her pussy. She recounted the feeling of how the straight razor that Dan had used when he was a barber during the war felt sliding over her pubic area leaving her pussy perfectly bare of all hair. She continued with how wonderful oral sex was, the feeling of a tongue licking her bald cunt could make her scream in earth shattering orgasm. She laughed about the time that she and Steve had slipped naked into the hot tub of a hotel late at night. The two young men who surprised them had also stripped nude, but she was especially nude with her pussy completely naked of all hair. It was only now that I became fully aware that Mom's hand scrubbing my back had moved down to my ass, and finished between my legs "washing" my pussy. Slapping me soundly on the ass, she whispered in my ear; "To be continued. Now, get dressed in a short skirt, tight shirt, no bra or panties." Debby Knut's Big Fat Butt Ch. 03 With my large ass still smarting from Becky, my soon to be Mother In-Law's swat, I began looking for a short skirt in my luggage. I was pretty sure that I had not brought anything she would find acceptable. To be sure that I have not mislead you, I was in no way afraid of her or the swat on my ass. Rather she had my pussy juices flowing. She was very sexy, I adore her, and was more than ever looking forward to a day of shopping with her. As if reading my mind, I felt her hand upon my arm. Both of us still nude from our shower, she pulled me towards her bedroom. Dan, my soon to be Father lay on the bed still asleep. I could not help but take the time to admire his cock. It was quite obvious where my fiancé Steve received the genes for being well endowed. Though flaccid from giving Becky what sounded like a good hard fucking last night, he was still very impressive. Turning my attention back to Becky, she had matching, though different color, mini (or rather micro) skirts and baby doll tank tops pulled from her dresser. As she had already addressed me with instruction that panties and bras would not be needed, we dressed together. She looked so sexy. Posing with her and looking in the mirror, I noticed how we would easily be confused as sisters. In my opinion, very sexy sisters. Through the mirror, I also noticed that behind us on the bed, Dan's cock was now hard and standing at attention. Turning to face him, his eyes were open and his smile was very approving. From behind me, Becky lifted my shirt, exposing and cupping my breasts for him to admire. "We will be taking care of you and your son's big cocks later. Until then, you may kiss her breasts goodbye." Without a word his mouth engulfed my nipple, sucking and nibbling rather than kissing. It took Becky's fortitude of a mother to pull me away and into the car. As we pulled out of the driveway, I reminded Becky that my own Mother had already bought my wedding dress. "We are not shopping for a dress Honey. That is very sweet of your Mother to buy you a dress to be a beautiful princess for a day. We are shopping for the wedding night and honeymoon. These will make you his queen for life." Jumping onto the highway, she continued; "We will be shopping in the larger city about twenty miles away. Better selection and my respected business man husband will not have to deal with uppity clients deeming his wife and daughter slutty." As I stepped from the car, my sore muscles from my swimming race the day before became very apparent. I groaned, swearing off swimming for life. Ironically, Becky pulled me into a store selling swimming apparel. With a wink Becky assured me that "swimming is not the important thing in swimsuits." Had she not shared this piece of wisdom, it would have been obvious with her selections she made for me to try on. With an assortment of skimpy suits we headed for the dressing room. Initially she seemed disappointed that the room was very small, barely large enough for me to change. Handing me the first bikini, "put this on and come back out for me to see." Stepping out of the changing room and looking at myself in the mirror, the top was very sheer. Becky brushed off my complaints simply stating "when this gets wet it will be especially beautiful with your large areolas." Suit after suit Becky surprised me: "I like how your nipple pokes through this knit top." She spread my legs checking on how pretty one made my "camel toe". A slap on my ass showed her approval of a jeweled g-string where my big butt cheeks were in full view. An even smaller one brought her attention to the front "You will need to shave completely with this one." As she tested the ease of removing a top, fastening and unfastening it exposing my breast in the process, I noticed that a male clerk had moved closer with each suit to gain a better view. Finally stepping from the changing room dressed in the Becky's mini skirt and little top, I now almost felt overdressed. Becky had a package under her arm and was leading me to the next store. I had no idea which one she had ended up choosing. This first stop had set the pattern of sexy and leaving me with questions; where might I wear a toga, is a completely shear top acceptable for a formal, why would I need to be able to remove a top smoothly to music? I lost track of how many clerks she exposed my breasts to or how many patrons had watched her hands run across my ass feeling the tightness of pants she had picked out. Even when we had found a dressing room large enough for the two of us, she insisted I step out into the "natural light" for her (and everyone else I might add) to get a better look at the little cup-less teddy and crotch-less panty set. With extremely sore muscles and a trunk full of God knows what, we headed for home. Becky reassured me that she would take care of my muscles and that she had checked in at home and plans for lunch were set. Stepping into the front door of the house we were greeted by a friendly Oriental hostess in a very sexy kimono. What a special catering service they had arranged. Looking past her, I could see one of those cute little tables with cushions around it. Before seating us the hostess helped to remove Becky's top and skirt, leaving her naked. I soon followed without objection. At least this time it was in the comfort of my future In-Laws living room. I began wondering when Steve and Dan would be joining us as Becky and I took our cushions at the little table in her living room. Rather than our men, our beautiful Geisha hostess re-appeared with a tray of sushi. Removing her Kimono, she kneeled between us. With great skill she began feeding us. Her chopsticks picking just the right pieces of sushi in proper order followed at appropriate times with ginger. I adored her gorgeous small thin body lovely beautiful dark nipples protruding from small breasts. Her body was such a contrast with my future Mother In-Law and my curves. Her ass was so small compared to both of ours. Cute, but small. As lunch was finished, our sweet Geisha cleared the table. In silence she guided me up from my cushion directing me to the table. My sore muscles would finally be receiving relief from the lovely lady's hands. Rather than the massage I expected, she guided me to the edge of the table. Lying me on my back rather than stomach, she spread my legs placing my feet on the floor. I felt very vulnerable with my pussy completely exposed to her and Becky. With warm water she began lathering up my pussy to be shaved. Becky's fingers began massaging my face helping to calm me while her soothing voice reassured me. "Your pussy will be beautiful shaved. Feel the warm shaving cream and her fingers massaging your pubic area? Relax and trust." This was easier said than done as the young Japanese man entered sharpening a straight razor. Our Geisha and my future Mother In-Law held me in place. The handsome young man removed his robe. Steve and his Father's were the only penises I had ever seen. I knew that Steve was well endowed, I also saw that his father was probably even slightly larger. This young man's cock was probably half as long and very skinny. He bowed to my pussy spread in front of him and began shaving. Avoiding the thoughts of the possibilities of him slipping and cutting my most personal parts with the straight razor, I thought about his cock. The razor sliding through the warm shaving cream felt wonderful, as I stared at his adorable cock. As he shaved my pussy, I watched his cock become hard. Becky appeared to be reading my mind, "not today, but someday you can taste his cock, feel his cock in your pussy." She was very close, but actually I was imagining his cock in my ass. All too soon, he finished. The erotic feel of the cold razor blade running over my pubic mound and outer pussy lips, was soon replaced by warm oil. His hands felt wonderful gently spreading the warm and soothing oil over my freshly smooth pussy. My initial desires were for him to expand the massage to my still aching muscles. This was a temporary want as my cunt soon demanded exclusive attention. Becky's clearing her throat vetoed my lusty desires. Bowing to Becky he stepped back, dick standing proudly at attention. They left me lying on the table for her to inspect his work, my pussy. Becky kneeled between my spread legs. Her attempts of putting on an air of a business like inspection were betrayed by her warm loving touch. Her fingers glided over my smooth cunt bringing shivers up the length of my spine. My mind willed her fingers to touch, to spread my pussy lips. Whether just in my mind or vocally, I know not, but I begged her to fuck me with her long, elegant, manicured fingers. The entire morning had been an extended and erotic session of foreplay. The hours of dressing me up sexy, telling me how hot I am, touching me, feeling me, and fondling me had me squirming. All her attention was on ME. The desire overcame any and all soreness in my muscles as I lifted my large ass up off of the table. Becky's fingers continued their light touch. She knew how to tease, keeping me desire more, keep me wiggling. Steve has always been wonderful in bed. I was now learning that women have a wonderful, tender touch. She knew exactly what, when, and where to drive me crazy. Her fingers gave way to her tongue. Her licks varied from quick darting movements to long slow ice cream licks keeping me guessing. She missed no area of my pussy. Her tongue traced every fold, inside, outside, pushing deep pressing my g-spot. Her breath danced upon the mixed wetness of her saliva and my nectar. Only my clit remained untouched. Grabbing my soon to be Mother In-Law's hair, I pulled her hard against my clit. The beautiful Japanese couple pulled my arms away pinning them above my head. He held them in place, kneeling upon my forearms. The woman I assume to be his wife, ran her hands over my torso and breasts. Her strokes almost keeping time with Becky licking circles around my clit approaching closer and closer. Her lips surrounding it's hood, sucking hard enough to bare my click, which only her breath dared to tickle. Feeling my toes curling and every muscle in my body tightening, I knew an orgasm was coming. It was coming whether she touched my clit or not. I heard my own voice begging; "Please, please, please." Her fingers dug into my ample ass cheeks lifting them up to meet her mouth. Her lips pushed back my clits protective hood as she sucked it between her lips. Sucking, licking, blowing on my clit. After what seemed like hours of teasing, she now devoured my clit. A barrage of sensations released my mind completely. I now felt nothing but animal lust. The Asian girl (I am embarrassed to admit I still do not know their names) took my nipple in her mouth. With a growl, I pulled my arms from under her husband, grabbing and pulling her hard against my breast. She sucked with passion. She bit me tenderly, and not so tenderly as I fucked Becky's face. Rather than the usual swell, my orgasm came like a damn bursting. My mind spun. I could feel my body convulsing out of control. For no reason that I know of, tears flowed down my cheeks. "Wonderful, so wonderful" escaped my lips as my body relaxed and peace filled my mind.