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Subject: {ASSM} The Goddess Ramona pt. 1 m+f+ bbw paganism french fries
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A story in celebration of a BBW, but with something to appeal to everyone of 
any persuasion... at least who likes wet, messy sex.  Work of fiction (duh). 
Not for under 18.  Since copyright is unenforceable under these 
circumstances, why assert it?  Have at it.



THE GREAT GODDESS RAMONA

I noticed her large shape from behind when I walked into the hot dog stand, 
but I paid little enough attention at first.  A broad butt in a pair of 
jeans is hardly an unusual sight, and often heralds a middle-aged owner of 
little appeal even to one who knows the fun of rolling around in bed with a 
big girl, the skin-to-skin delights of a female who bounces and jiggles in 
all directions at once, the different sexual dynamic that takes place when 
the woman not only outweighs the man-- but can wrestle and pin him to the 
floor with her bountiful naked self.  I studied the board, and it wasn't 
until she asked me "Can I take your order?" that I saw the olive skin, the 
dark eyes and hair, the shy, introverted expression of the round-faced 
20-year-old in front of me.

The eyes caught me-- fetching but sad, I suspected, laughed at for her size 
and vaguely aware that working in a greasepit like this one wasn't exactly 
going to help matters.  Now I looked her up and down, and melted.  A 
perfectly firm, perfectly round, plump little morsel of overfed young 
femininity.  Everything filled out, nothing sagging-- not the round globes 
under her apron, a little smaller than bowling balls, knocking about just as 
heavily; not the rolls of fat which spilled in T-shirt cotton over the 
jeans; not the trunk-like thighs. Oh, if only it were summer instead of 
winter, and those thighs were in shorts, while the breasts jiggled more 
loosely and I could sneak a glimpse of the spongy flesh around them up an 
armpit hole in the T-shirt when she passed a basket to a customer.

I ordered quickly, and stood there, nothing else to do, watching her as she 
dropped a basket of fries, then handled the hot dog I ordered, spreading the 
bun with her plump short fingers, slipping it in and slathering a stripe of 
juicy wet mustard up its side-- no, better not watch that quite so closely.  
I glanced at a newspaper headline as she finished, but smiled as pleasantly 
as I could when I took my food from her.  She looked slightly perturbed-- 
how sad, if my appreciativeness struck her as odd, even unsettling.  If it 
was so unfamiliar to her.

I told myself when I went back the next day that it was just for 
convenience, the place was close to the house, but I wasn't sorry when she 
was there again. I spoke to her this time, for a brief moment, though she 
was still shy.

This went on for a few weeks, and slowly I learned a little about her and 
she smiled a little more each time I came in.  Her name was Ramona, she 
lived with an older sister, she'd gone to the high school near here... and 
no, she didn't have a boyfriend, she replied, as if it were a stupid 
question.  I wanted to demonstrate why I didn't think so then and there, but 
I continued to hold off, and simply fantasized about holding her, rolling 
around with her, burying myself in the rolls of her flesh.

It was a night around Christmas that I struck up a conversation with her 
near closing time.  It was already dark by the time they closed at seven, 
and since she'd already mentioned the street she lived on, I offered her a 
ride.  She accepted casually, as if there couldn't be any ulterior motive.  
Along the way I suggested a local pub, and she agreed instantly-- now I 
began to think that she knew what I wanted, and might be willing.

We talked some more over a beer, and then I offered again to take her home, 
or...  Ramona agreed that she should be getting home, and we got in my car, 
parked on a side street.  She looked at me, I looked at her-- now or never.  
I leaned forward to kiss her and she grabbed my head, hungrily, our tongues 
sliding around each other, nuzzling her soft chubby double chin.  Okay, so 
she'd figured out what I had in mind after all, and despite the no-boyfriend 
talk, she'd obviously done this before with somebody.

I reached around her for the first feel of that large tummy and backside, 
snuggling my front against those soft, squeezable melons.  No protest, in 
fact a moan of delight, so I slipped a hand in under her sweatshirt and felt 
her sticky flesh for the first time.  I ran a hand up to her bra, 
investigate what kind it was and how easily it would come off-- and then 
suddenly I was startled by something.  A hand was grabbing my cock under my 
jeans, squeezing it, hunting for the zipper.  Before I could say anything 
she zipped my zipper down, reached in and wrenched it out of its tight 
confinement-- then her head dropped down and her warm mouth slipped over the 
bulb, sucking my swollen cock for all it was worth.

I let her go for a minute-- my god, I wasn't going to stop this!-- and 
grabbed at whatever I could feel, one of those heavy melons straining at its 
bra.  But this was going to be over too fast, and it wasn't what I wanted-- 
well, not in this order, anyway.  Reluctantly, I stopped her.

"What?" Ramona asked.  "I'm not doing it right?"  Well, you've clearly had 
practice somewhere, I wanted to say.  "No, God, it's wonderful," I said, 
"but a little ahead-- um, I don't want to, you know, yet."

"What do you want to do?" she said, suddenly suspicious again.

"I don't just want to come real quick in my car.  I want to make love to 
you, you know, everything," I said.  To demonstrate what I meant, I kissed 
her again, slowly, while rubbing one of her mighty tits in a gentle circle.

"Usually guys just want to get off, and then they don't wanna be seen with 
me," she said.

"Well, most guys are idiots," I said.  "I think you're incredibly sexy, 
Ramona, I've thought so the first time you looked at me in the hot dog 
place."

"Yeah, I could tell you were kinda starin' at me," she said.

"That isn't all I've been doing," I said, and pulled her toward me again.

We decided we could go back to her place-- her sister had had enough 
boyfriends, she said, she was entitled to one.  If it made her happy to show 
me off, too, I was happy to oblige.  Fortunately her sister wasn't there at 
the time, so the instant we were inside the door she was on me again, 
sucking my tongue and undoing my pants.

We went into her bedroom.  Now she was smiling, sweetly and mysteriously, 
and it blew me away.  She pulled up her sweatshirt, revealing that vast 
expanse of belly and the balloons fighting to escape from her bra.  I took 
off my shirt and felt her belly surround mine, then grabbed her heavy tits 
under the fabric and moved them around.  She moaned and I undid the bra, 
which practically fired off of her straining chest like a rubber band.  As 
soon as it was out of the way I buried my face between her bulging breasts, 
squeezing those heavy balloons around my face, then slathering each 
cork-sized nipple with a generous slurp of my tongue.  Her head jerked back 
in delight--they might have been felt up before, but I was sure no one had 
ever worshiped those bouncing jelly-mounds the way I was.

Next I pressed my face into her soft belly, rooting downward to the snap of 
her jeans.  I reached to unsnap them and she practically tore them off.  
Grabbing a full handful of her round rump in each hand, I nuzzled the 
scratchy hair under her panties, then slipped them off as I got a musky 
whiff of the hot, wet place inside them.  She stood only in her white cotton 
socks, a fetching sight, such a bountiful display of womanhood in such a 
little tomboyish article of clothing.  But I couldn't leave them on-- not 
when there were little piggy-toes to kiss at the end of her thick trunk 
legs.

She lay down at last on the futon cushion, only inches off the floor.  Her 
legs spread slightly to reveal a thin stripe of slick pink in between, and I 
quickly yanked off my clothes, then started at the bottom-- kissing and 
licking the toes, then running my cheek along sturdy calves big enough to 
reach both hands around.  Her legs were freshly shaved-- had she had a 
premonition to keep them that way for me?  Then I licked up the thighs, 
their softly undulating flab, and as I did I saw her finger creep toward her 
clit, revealing itself in pink in its garden of black grass.  Allow me, I 
thought, and I flicked my tongue along the very edge of her lip-folds.

For a moment I thought her sister had walked in or something-- the shriek 
she let out was more than I expected to induce.  But I knew I was on the 
right track because a moment later I felt her grab the back of my head and 
my nose was smashed into the slimy, steaming flesh in front of me.  I 
wriggled loose enough to get air and began a series of long slow licks from 
the place where her ass cheeks squeezed together (plenty of time for that 
later) to the glowing pink bud at eye level.  As I picked up the pace, 
smearing my face with her fishy ooze, she moaned and wriggled, finally 
letting out a series of fire alarm squeals and clamping those vast thighs 
around my head, tongue locked in place-- for what she might well decide 
should be forever, I thought.

But after a few moments of shuddering and sighing, she relaxed, thighs 
spread open and dripping.  I scooped up a handful of her wetness and spread 
it on one of the massive tits that rested at the side like a just-broken 
egg.  She grabbed the fingers and hungrily sucked them into her mouth as I 
licked her taste off of her breast.  Secretly, I was thrilled that she had 
no objection to the taste of a woman's juices; that boded well for the 
things I had in mind.

As I leaned over her, licking that tit, my cock seemed to be about to seek 
out and plunge into its own comfortable spot for the afternoon, so I started 
to reach for the condoms in my pants pocket.  When she saw what I had in my 
hand, though, she made a sort of piggy grunting sound of displeasure.  What, 
I thought, after having my cock in your mouth and after that (if I do say so 
myself) yeoman job of cunnilingus, you don't want a fuck?  I was surprised 
and not entirely pleased.  Before I could voice the thought, however, her 
ass rose up from the futon and her sopping, red-hot pussy seemed to open up 
and grab my cock and engulf it, condomless.  "I want you all the way inside 
me," she said.

I tried to hold off getting into the action, not easy with the massive 
expanse of female flesh that was now bucking beneath me, eyes rolling and 
teeth gnashing.  "I don't want to get you in any trouble--"

"I'm taking the pills," she said.

That took me aback.  "How long-- long have you known I-- I wanted you," I 
gasped, in between thrusts that seem to toss me into the air and then land 
me flat against her belly and thighs like a wrestler hitting the mat.

"I didn't-- ayyyyowwweeh-- know until tonight," she said.  "But I've been 
thinking about it for weee-- eeeyeeeh!-- weeks."

I plowed my crotch into her spongy pubes, grabbed onto her huge tits for 
traction and sucked her tongue deep into mine as my cock exploded.  To think 
of all the time we'd been wasting!

* * *

Over the next few weeks Ramona and I did everything-- she finished that 
blowjob, greedily sucking ropes of cum from my cock and letting them run 
down her chin and puddle on her round Buddha belly; I ate her out after sex 
and smeared our mingled goos across our faces together; we spent hours in 
the shower together, soaping her huge tits and belly up, rubbing my cock in 
the crack of her ass; and when it was time to leave she would push me down 
and jack me off one last time, then smear the little she could get out of me 
across those round bouncing tits.  When I'd see her at the hot dog place, 
she'd get a sudden wanton look in her eye, and forget the orders she'd just 
taken as she made lascivious faces at me, licking imaginary bits of cum out 
of the corner of her mouth and rubbing her thighs together as she stood 
there.  It got to be obvious enough that I took to meeting her there only at 
the end of her shift.

One morning before her shift, however, I came over to her place and she was 
crying.  I immediately went to console her, sitting on the bed next to her 
and hugging her, feeling her braless tits bouncing under the cotton shirt.  
"What's wrong," I asked, as she absent-mindedly turned and immediately 
sucked my tongue about half out of its root.

"My sister-- that bitch!" she said, as her T-shirt went flying over her 
head.

"Whaffshedoof," I mumbled as my face buried itself in those spongy globes.  
I had an idea what she was going to say; I had gotten the impression that 
her sister, Alicia, didn't like me and disapproved of the hours we spent in 
Ramona's bedroom, groaning and screaming and filling the air with the smell 
of sex.

"She says I'm just your whore, and a normal sized guy will only fuck a fat 
girl because I'm easy," Ramona replied as she yanked my pants off in one 
mighty jerk, and her warm lips went hungrily around the head of my cock.

"That's ridiculous," I said as I turned to unbuckle her pants and started 
chewing my way down through her lush black triangle.  "Can't she tell that 
I'm just YOUR whore?" I said as I jerked her legs open and stuck my tongue 
straight into her slit, dry for a second, but quickly flooding with juices, 
my saliva and her sweet musk.

"I'm serious," she said, pausing to taker her lips off my cock.  I took the 
opportunity to dig my way down deeper and split her ass-cheeks open, then 
sent my tongue rooting in the tight wrinkles of her hole-- the first time 
I'd plunged that far.  "Oh my God, what are you doing?" she said.

"I'm licking your asshole, obviously," I said, and began tickling the tight 
wet hole with my finger as I talked.  "If that isn't proof that I worship 
you and you're so much more than just a fabulous fuck-- though you are that 
too." Bloink!  I slipped a finger past the tight ring, and she moaned 
incoherently, gripping my leg as her massive ass nearly slammed shut on my 
face.  "She's just jealous because of the incredible 4th of July fireworks  
she hears in her every day.  She wishes a bony-ass dry-pussy little bitch 
like her--"

"Shuddup and lick my ass," Ramona moaned, and as I put my tongue back to 
work on her spicy bunghole I suddenly felt my own legs being split wide open 
and her face wiggling between them.  Her tongue went to work on my hole for 
a moment, and then suddenly my ass was on fire as what had to be two, Jesus, 
maybe three of her chubby little fingers split me wide open.  "Oh shit," I 
cried.

"What, stop?"

"No, shit, you already did it-- just-- oh, what the fuuuu-uuuu-uuuuuck," I 
said as she continued tearing me a new asshole, I continued licking her 
brown hole, and my cock, rubbing against the tits that slapped against my 
hips with every thrust, splattered all over her stomach like a watermelon 
hitting the sidewalk.

After laying on top of her, twitching, for a few moments, I unscrewed my ass 
from her hand and turned myself around, nuzzling her as I rubbed the pool of 
cum on her broad tummy.  "Anyway, if you're going to be my whore, you might 
as well get some of the traditional benefits of the job out of it," I said.

end of part 1...

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