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Subject: {ASSM} THE GODDESS RAMONA part 2 (MF, FF, MM, orgy, BBW)
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Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2006 12:10:02 -0400
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THE GODDESS RAMONA part 2

by Joris K. Huysmans

"Tell me I'm beautiful," she whispered as the doorman at the restaurant held 
the door open for her.

"You're more than beautiful," I said.  "You're stupendous."

It was amazing what a $600 red dress right on the border between elegant and 
slutty, and a long afternoon of makeup, hairdressing and skin care could do 
for my hot dog girl.  Her bountiful self was no longer the jiggling sack of 
polecats under her sloppy sweats; now it was all supported in exactly the 
right way, so that her curvaceous breasts stood up and out, a plane of pink 
flesh and cleavage rippling with each step.  And her vast butt swayed from 
side to side as her high heels propped each side up in turn, while the dress 
clung enough to give hints, stayed loose enough to keep plenty hidden.  Fat 
she still was, but no longer in an ashamed, embarassed way; she looked like 
a woman who knew how to keep all her appetites amply satisfied.

I saw the men in the restaurant checking her out as we went in.  Some were 
just taking in the spectacle, probably to make fat jokes to their friends a 
moment later, but I spotted at least two or three giving her respectful, 
almost stricken looks, as if their horizons had just been broadened and they 
suddenly knew that Ramona represented a whole world outside their 
experience.

As we reached the table my friend Pamela stood up and took Ramona's hand.  
"So this is the divine creature you've been telling me about," Pamela said, 
in her oh-so-proper English accent.

Ramona blushed.  "It's only because he had them work me over all afternoon," 
she said. "You'll have to tell me all about it," Pamela said, smiling.  "I 
must say, you're certainly drawing attention."

"I feel so--" Ramona started, then couldn't decide what she felt so.

"They're just lookin' at me 'cuz I'm so fat."

"Darling, men are far more open to differences in the vast variety of the 
female form than they admit," Pamela said.  "I promise you at least half the 
men in the restaurant are jealously wondering what it would be like to be 
him right now."

"You really think so?" she asked.

Pamela put her hand on Ramona's-- she wasn't wasting any time.  "My dear, 
you're a goddess," she said, and in her accent it was a pronouncement not to 
be argued with.  "You're an amazon, a beautiful, powerful female who is 
mistress over her desires.  Who do those pathetic creatures, those men, 
think that they are to even dream that they might be allowed to worship 
beneath you?"

Ramona blushed bright red, from her face to her jiggling mound of cleavage, 
and she gulped.  "Yeah, who are they?" she asked.  "Tell me more," she said.

Pamela smiled, and moved her leg next to Ramona's.  "Gladly," she said.

*  *  *

No one I've ever seen can seduce a member of either sex as quickly as 
Pamela. A few minutes of her educated-sounding flattery, and then she was 
bold enough to suddenly lean across and surprise Ramona with a feathery kiss 
on the lips. Ramona's eyes bulged, and then she turned to look at me.  I 
shrugged my approval and/or indifference-- as if my swelling cock could be 
indifferent to what I was sure was about to unfold.

Ramona looked back at Pamela, and then she moved forward toward her, and 
their tongues met in mid-air, and Ramona whimpered with delight as she 
sucked eagerly.  I noticed some of the men at the other tables agog at the 
sight.  I also noticed our waiter looking at us disapprovingly, as I saw 
Pamela's hand slide up Ramona's red dress along the top of her thigh.  
Ramona reached over to pinch one of Pamela's nipples through her dress, as 
if it were something she'd never seen before.  I motioned for the check as 
Pamela's hand disappeared in the direction of Ramona's pussy and a glazed 
look came over Ramona's eyes.

As I paid the bill and summoned the car, I just managed to prevent them 
going off into the restroom together as the valet pulled it up.  They 
climbed together into the back, and I adjusted the rear view mirror for a 
proper view as I started driving them around the park.

They were an interesting contrast in styles.  Pamela gave long, slow kisses, 
while Ramona panted in teenage heat like she did with me.  I saw Pamela's 
hand dive in between Ramona's thighs and come up shiny, and Ramona hungrily 
sucked her juice off Pamela's fingers.  Then Ramona stuck her fingers inside 
Pamela in return, only instead of allowing Pamela to suck her fingers clean, 
she lapped them up herself, suddenly turning to look at me in the mirror, in 
amazement at the thing she had just done, licking up another woman's cum.

Pamela leaned back, staring straight into Ramona's eyes soulfully, and took 
her top off.  Pamela is slender and her breasts have never been much more 
than buds, but Ramona dove onto them, moaning softly as she tugged at the 
nipples with her teeth.

Next Pamela pulled her skirt up and tied it behind her, revealing a wet spot 
on her white panties.  In a moment she slipped them off and Ramona stared at 
the pussy before her.  Then suddenly she turned to me.  "This car's too 
small. Let's go home," she said.

"All of us?" I said, not sure what she meant.

"Yeah, of course," she said, and kissed Pamela again, cupping her exposed 
pussy with her hand.

"My place?" I asked.

"No, wait," Ramona said.  "My place."

*  *  *

She opened the door.  Ramona's sister Alicia was sitting on the couch, and 
she scowled at me as I came in, Pamela behind me.  Ramona must have seen the 
look on her face, because suddenly she grabbed Pamela's ass with both hands 
and stuck her tongue halfway down her throat.  Alicia stared at us, amazed 
and horrified.  As Ramona pulled Pamela to her bedroom, I shrugged at her.  
She slammed her textbook shut and stormed off to the other end of the house.

Ramona and Pamela were already rolling on the bed, tits out, by the time I 
followed them to the bedroom and shut the door.  "No, leave it open!" Ramona 
shouted, and sitting on Pamela's face she split Pamela's legs apart, again 
staring into her first sopping pink pussy.  She took the sight in for a 
minute, and then she dove in, smashing Pamela beneath her and moaning 
hungrily as she slurped away, as if it was a favorite meal she'd been 
deprived of for too long.

I wasn't sure exactly where I was supposed to fit into all this, if at all, 
so I started tugging Ramona's dress down to undress her completely.  That 
didn't draw a protest, so I took off my own clothes and then found a spot 
behind her creamy ass, licking my way from her hot, puffed-up pussy lips to 
her tight little asshole, her mammoth cheeks bouncing onto the sides of my 
face as I plunged into the funky hole.  Pamela was making clipped little 
British orgasm sounds now, her thin legs wrapped entirely around Ramona's 
head.

Suddenly they started rolling, and Ramona wound up on her back, Pamela 
sitting on her face.  Ramona spread her legs and started rubbing her own 
rosebud, and Pamela and I nearly collided heads racing to take that job 
over.  We exchanged a quick tongue kiss and then, ever the gentleman, I let 
her go first.  I watched the action for a while, and a moment later, I felt 
Ramona grab for my cock and point it in the general direction of her pussy.  
I moved over there and indicated to Pamela that I was planning to fuck 
Ramona, if she didn't mind; she shrugged and I plunged my cock deep into 
Ramona's inflamed, nearly boiling crotch.  With each stroke, I felt the 
feather touch of Pamela's tongue as she bobbed up and down on Ramona's clit.

Ramona let out a yell, and I felt her pussy grip my cock in orgasm.  As she 
did, I saw Alicia staring from around the corner.  Who knows, maybe she 
wasn't so much different from her sister after all?  I motioned to her, 
offering her the opportunity to join us.  Indignantly she turned away and a 
moment later her door slammed.  Oh well, some people get enough out of a 
two-minute screwing from the boyfriend, I guess.  And some people don't, I 
thought, as I saw Pamela look up, startled, as Ramona stuck a finger in her 
ass.

*  *  *

A few days later, I was in bed at Pamela's.  One of her less pleasing 
characteristics is that she tends to talk during blowjobs.  "Did you notice 
the way she left the bedroom door open?  That girl is a born exhibitionist."

"How could I not notice it," I said, trying to keep my mind on the sucking 
being performed on me at that very moment.  "I kept watching Alicia sneaking 
back to take another look."

"That one is much too uptight," Pamela said.  "What she needs is a good 
pussy-licking.  Give me a few hours between her legs and I'll have her 
sleeping with the entire high school girl's rugby team."

"I don't know," I said, as I felt the pressure building in my loins.  "Some 
people just don't have the imagination."

"Ramona does, though," she said.  "She was ready to try anything.  I had to 
explain to her that I really isn't possible to ass-fuck with your titties, 
even when they're as big as her glorious pair.  Not enough rigidity in 
the--"

"Do you miiiiiiind," I said as I came, a few short spurts of cum filling the 
mouth on my cock.  Pamela's husband Ted swallowed them, then wiped his mouth 
with the napkin and sat back in the chair, beginning the process of jerking 
himself off.

"Yes, you really do talk entirely too much at the most inopportune times," 
Ted said.

"Oh, here, let me," she said as she took his cock in her hand.  "So do you 
think she'll be willing?"

"I think you could convince her," I said as Ted moaned and a glob of his cum 
splattered on my knee.

"Let me get that," he said, and he bent over to lick it up.

*  *  *

The wine was flowing freely, the odor of pot wafted in from one bathroom or 
another, and our guests awaited anxiously for the stroke of midnight.  Now 
and then I saw a couple of them go off into a corner for some foreplay-- 
okay, so Pamela seemed to have tongue-kissed half the women in the room by 
midnight, and once I saw Ted in the corner just finishing licking a ribbon 
of cum off the cock of a minor Pakistani diplomat-- but on the whole people 
seemed to want to save their energies for the big festivities.

Finally, midnight came-- and so we would we, very soon.  I went to the 
podium and asked for attention-- two Japanese women climbed off of each 
other, hurriedly pulling panties up under their tight silk dresses.  The dj 
switched to my requested music, Scriabin's "Extase."

"Brothers and sisters of the earth," I began.  "It is the solstice, the 
sacred time of year when we abandon the artifice of civilization, the 
moralizing of religion, the admiration of the unnaturally starved female 
form, and embrace the one great power that Mother Earth gave us.  To sow and 
receive seed, to celebrate the carnal and regenerative splendors of the 
body.  It is my pleasure to present to you a new recruit to our ceremonies, 
a female who carries within her mighty size and her bountiful self all the 
chthonian powers of the ripe harvest goddess herself.  My brothers and 
sisters, bow down in worship to... the goddess Ramona!"

A door opened, and Ramona was backlit by a blue light, which outlined the 
abundant breasts and meaty thighs under her gossamer gown, as her hair-- 
curled specially by Pamela, who had to interrupt twice to get Ramona to stop 
trying to stick her hand up her dress-- flowed over her shoulders, a garland 
of wildflowers intertwined like a tiara.  I heard several gasps of delight, 
and then the room erupted in applause at her bounty.  She gulped, almost 
ready to cry, but I gave her a stern look-- she was a goddess and needed to 
remember the fact.  She did; she stepped regally into the room, surveying 
which of the assembled guests would be her first.

Ever the stage manager, I had suggested that she start with a lesbian 
pairing, since both men and women enjoy watching that more than most women 
enjoy watching a man piston away.  By now a devout eater of Pamela's pussy, 
she had no objection to taking my advice, and the carnal energy in the room 
was palpable as she walked from one woman to the next.  A wealthy older 
woman rubbed herself beneath her Nancy Reagan-like cocktail dress, but 
Ramona passed her by; a chubby librarian named Anna looked at her 
expectantly, shivering with anticipation, then let out an audible sigh of 
disappointment; Pamela smiled, but urged her generously to move on.  Finally 
Ramona made her selection: the two Japanese girls at the end of the room.

The two slender girls tittered with delight, and quickly let the straps of 
their dresses down, exposing their tiny pointed teen-like breasts.  Ramona 
pulled Mia to her, her fat arms nearly as thick as the Asian girl's body, 
and licked at her nipples, while Suni began to pull Ramona's gown up, 
revealing her vast creamy ass cheeks sans panties.  She swatted the cheeks a 
few times as Ramona moaned with delight, and then she spread them apart to 
begin licking. Meanwhile Mia had taken her dress off to reveal a slimy 
gray-red shaved pussy, which Ramona licked at hungrily.

The rest of us stood around expectantly (and erectly), well aware of the 
cardinal rule of our rites.  There was impatience at Suni's progress, and so 
it was with some relief that Ramona flopped herself over and Mia pulled her 
gown off to reveal those massive white globes and that vast jiggly stomach.  
Suni dove in and Ramona grabbed Mia's tiny thighs and pulled her pussy down 
onto her face; and thankfully a moment later our goddess came noisily, her 
vast fat tummy and balloon-like tits vibrating like Mother Earth herself.

The goddess's first orgasm was the signal, and now the room stripped itself 
quickly bare and separated itself into different parties.  A tall black man, 
Roland, attempted to lure the wealthy older woman into a corner, but she had 
her eye on a buzzcut young dyke in flannel shirt-- and soon they were on the 
floor together, exchanging heated passionate kisses as their respective 
jewelry and piercings mingled incongruously.  The Pakistani diplomat put his 
arms on the shoulders of a professional couple, and they went off together 
for what I knew to be his favorite combination.  Anna, the librarian, sat 
opposite Ramona and the Japanese girls and unzipped her pants as her shirt 
went up to reveal one of her massive, floppy tits; a hand went into her 
voluminous crotch, trying to find her pearl inside her folds of flab.  And 
Pamela and Ted-- well, I was shocked by what I saw them doing, which was, 
making out on the couch.  A husband and wife, having sex alone with each 
other?  What in the Goddess's name were they thinking?

Ramona seemed insatiable as she held Mia vigorously onto her face, seemingly 
trying to suck her dry.  Suni, however, was taking a break, just rubbing a 
slimy pool of pussy-juice on Ramona's broad jiggly stomach and leaving her 
steaming cunt unattended.  Well, Mother Nature abhors a vacuum, and soon 
Roland was kneeling before her, licking his way up the side of her jiggly 
thighs, mixing his spit with Suni's and with Ramona's own sopping fish 
juice.

Suddenly Ramona pushed Mia off her face and looked up.  When she saw 
Roland's chiseled black chest at her pussy and below that his eight-inch 
brown cock, she moaned in amazement and then bucked her thighs up to 
indicate what she wanted. He obliged her, driving his hard black log deep 
into her porcelain flesh and pink pussy.  Her eyes rolled in ecstasy and she 
motioned to me.  I came over and she grabbed at my cock, hungrily stuffing 
it into her mouth.

Another black man came over and-- having discovered something new-- she 
immediately dropped my cock for his.  So I began rubbing mine in the wetness 
on her tits, massaging those big wet balloons that I knew and loved so.  
Roland came shudderingly, and as he pulled out Anna jumped up from her seat 
with surprising agility and hungrily dove her fat face into Ramona's pussy, 
coming up with a grin full of Roland's steaming cream.  Anna took her shirt 
off now, her pendulous breasts stretching nearly to her crotch, and Pamela, 
apparently having tired of fidelity after giving it a try for five minutes, 
came over and kissed Anna, smearing the cum across her chubby cheeks.

I wasn't having much luck rubbing my cock against Ramona's tits, so with her 
pussy momentarily unoccupied I decided to take advantage of it.  I 
positioned my cock in front of her as she sucked the other black man, and 
plunged my rod into her well-buttered pussy.  I wasn't at all prepared for 
what happened next, though.  Ramona's meaty legs locked around me and she 
motioned to Pamela, who in turn signaled to the black man with his cock in 
Ramona's mouth, who suddenly pinned my arms against her vast, bouncy flesh.  
What was going on?

Soon I knew.  Even as my cock was buried deep in Ramona, my legs were being 
spread apart and a hand began to rub someone's goo in the crack of my ass.  
I saw the Pakistani diplomat come toward me-- I had rejected him many times, 
insisting that I was straight (well except for the occasional exception), 
and now, apparently, he was going to have me after all.

I just saw a glimpse of his erect cock as it went behind me, and then I felt 
it burn its way deep into my ass as I, in turn, plowed deep into Ramona, 
cushioned by her abundant tummy.  She exchanged a glance with the black man 
whose cock she had been sucking and before I knew it I was staring his 
twitching snake in the face.  Well, I needed something to distract me from 
the painful ramming going on in my ass, and so I let his head slip past my 
wet lips, and began running my tongue up and down the length of his stiff 
black boner.

A moment later the Pakistani let out an oath in his native tongue, and not a 
moment too soon I felt his cock twitch inside my bowels and he pulled out. 
That allowed me to concentrate on the black cock in my mouth, and in a 
moment he began spraying.  I caught the first glob in my mouth but let the 
rest splatter across Ramona's huge tits.  A moment later I too began to 
come, and I added to the mess dripping from her pussy as well as to the one 
puddling on her stomach.  Gratefully I pulled out, and as I went to search 
for some ointment for my sore ass, I watched several others take our places, 
to worship with their spraying cocks and their dripping pussies our massive, 
seed-spattered, bountiful goddess.

*  *  *

At last the orgy was ended; not even Ted could find another cock to suck 
that he hadn't sucked already that evening; and Ramona lay there, nude and 
enormous, striped with white cum like a danish.  Her pussy was so enflamed I 
could warm my hands over it; her curls were matted with dried goo; there was 
a stain of urine beneath her where a local orthodontist had begged his 
goddess to relieve herself on him (I suppose she was glad to have the chance 
to go without having to get up).  But the best part of seeing her that way 
was the look on her face, the dazed, thrilled look of a woman who has 
discovered her own power.  Now it was time for the final ritual of the 
evening.

I walked over to the wooden cabinet with the narrow slit in it.  From inside 
I heard a muffled whimper.  I unlocked the door and the nude figure, mouth 
taped shut, hands and feet tied together, tumbled out onto the carpet.  "Are 
you ready to worship at the feet of the goddess Ramona?" I asked.  "Or do 
you need another few hours in the cabinet, watching her exercise her 
powers?"

The figure, terrified, nodded her agreement-- anything to end it.  "Do you 
know what you have to do?"  She looked confused.  "The goddess Ramona is 
covered with the sacred seed of her followers," I said as I pulled the tape 
off her mouth.  "And you, as a skinny-ass little bitch who doesn't know what 
it's like to have the power and size of a goddess, are going to lick it all 
up."  And before she had the chance to object, I grabbed Alicia by her bony 
little shoulders and pushed her, face first, into the slimy cunt of her fat 
bountiful sister, as Ramona looked at me in gratitude for the things I had 
taught her about the power of a large, beautiful woman.

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