3 comments/ 22911 views/ 5 favorites The Goddess Ramona Ch. 01 By: JorisKHuysmans 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. TO BE CONTINUED * * * Look for more BBW stories by Joris K. Huysmans on my profile (linked above and below the story). The Goddess Ramona Ch. 02 "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. * * * Look for more BBW stories by Joris K. Huysmans on my profile (linked above and below the story).