From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Fucked By A Belly Dancer (MF, fat, tempt)
Date: 3 Feb 1996 04:59:01 GMT

		     The Object Of His Affection

	The guys were whooping and hollering as the stripper bumped
and ground her way around the room. She eventually wiggled her slim
body over to the soon to be groom and proceeded to embarrass him much
to the delight of his friends. All in all, the stag party was getting
off to a great start.

	Mark stood off to the side of the room and grinned at his
drunken friends. They were all yelling for the hooker to take her
clothes off now, and she was naughtily complying.

	Mark watched the girl finally expose her slender body, and
wished for the hundredth time that he could lust after her stick like
figure like his buddies. But her couldn't. He just couldn't find
anything attractive about her boyish figure.

	And in fact, he was almost repulsed by the sight of her ribs
sticking out.

	The hooker finished her dance and took Mark's friend into the
back bedroom. Tommy, the best man shouted for the guys attention. "And
now, while Mac is preoccupied for the moment... " The guys all burst
into laughter. Tommy held up his hands again and they quieted down a
bit. "We have some more entertainment for the rest of us." He pointed
dramatically towards the hall, where two women were standing.

	"Lets here it for the Tolaski twins!"

	Egyptian belly dance music blared from the stereo as the two
women came in dancing. The guys staggered to their feet hooting and
hollering as the two women danced around the center of the room,
jingling their bells and tiny hand cymbals. They were both tall and
leggy, with long brunette hair. And to the critical observer, they
were obviously twins.

	But that was where the similarity ended. One had the biggest
breasts Mark had ever seen. Her huge hooters were barely held in check
by a shimmering gold cloth bra adorned with gold chains and bells. Her
breast hung down over her full, muscular belly. and around her bare
waist was a belt made of gold coins that held up the sheer material of
her pantaloons. Mark could just make out the g-string she wore under
the sheer material that stretched over her wide hips and round ass.

	But one look at her sister made Mark's heart begin to pound in
his chest. She was dressed in the identical outfit as her sister. The
same bra and gold chains adorned her body.

	But what a body! Her breasts were even larger then her
sisters, with cleavage that seemed to go on forever. Those huge round
globes of tit flesh rested high on her mammothly fat belly that stuck
out at least another foot past her breasts. That huge belly was broken
into several thick rolls that hung down and down until they finally
ended just scant inches above her knees. Mark stood in awe as she
somehow gracefully rolled and gyrated her fat body to the music.

	As she danced she turned away from Mark, thus exposing the
most magnificent behind he had ever seen. The twin globes of her ass
were like two perfect half spheres, each larger then a beach ball.

	As she danced they bounced and jiggled independently of each
other, creating a riot of movement. As she continued her slow turn
Mark was thrilled to finally notice her beautiful thighs. So full and
round were they that the rubbed together almost all the way to her
knees. Her wide calves were round and firm, then tapered of to
surprisingly petite ankles and almost tiny feet.

	The music changed tempo slightly and both girls raised their
hands above their heads, clanging their finger cymbals together. Mark's
attention was drawn upwards past the rolls of fat that covered her
back to her arms and hands. The flesh on her upper arms was very
thick, and hung down in a soft roll that was almost as big around as
her sisters waist.

	When she put her arms back down, the fat of her upper arms
rolled down and completely hid her elbows. She raised her arms again
as she danced, and Mat cough his breath as her fat shoulders bunched
up around the sides of her face, rising almost high enough to cover
her ears.

	Mark wiped a thin line of drool that had escaped from his open
mouth. Realizing that he had been starring open mouthed at this
behemoth beauty, he became embarrassed and glanced around at his
friends. For the most part they were completely ignoring the object of
his attention, and instead were staring at her thinner sisters big
boobs. At sometime in the last five minutes those large orbs has
escaped from the confines of their golden cups, and were now freely
bouncing around with each large nipple standing fully erect.

	As Mark's eyes swept back towards the fat belly dancer, he saw
Jim staring at her in obvious lust. Mark only vaguely knew Jim, who
was a friend of the best man's and almost ten years older then the
rest of the people there.

	But he did remember Jim's wife from a party they had last
year. She was quite fat, maybe three hundred pounds, and had looked
dynamite in her tight bathing suit. Mark nodded to himself as he
realized that he and Jim had the same taste in women.

	He made a mental note to talk to Jim later.

	The music changed pace and the beat quickened rapidly.

	The two women were shaking and tinkling rapidly now to the
beat. There up stretched hands were rapidly clanging their finger
cymbals together as they shook their huge breasts back and forth
creating a riot of blurred breast flesh. Mark's mouth dropped open
again as the fat sister somehow managed to get her huge belly to start
moving up and down in a circular motion in the opposite direction that
her breasts were going.

	With bugged out eyes Mark watched that mammoth belly go up and
down farther and farther. And even over the loud music he could
distinctly hear the sound of her hanging belly slapping noisily
against her massive thighs.

	Then, just when Mark was right on the edge of blowing his load
his pants, the music came to a halt with the crashing sound of a gong.
Both women placed their arms over their faces and gave a little bow
before walking gracefully away back down the hall. The guys all
cheered and clapped for a few moments, then the small talk started up
again as they went back to parting.

	Mark stood transfixed, staring down the empty hall where the
belly dancers had gone. He didn't know how long he sat there before
someone patted he gently on the shoulder, breaking his revere. Jim was
standing there next to him, a huge smile on his face. He bent over
slightly and spoke just above the sound of the party. "Now that's what
I call a BELLY dancer! The way her gorgeous fat body moved as she
danced was the most incredible sight I've ever seen." Mark just nodded
dumbly and glanced back down the empty hall, hopping for another
glimpse of that spectacular woman.

	When he looked back at Jim, he saw that Jim also was hoping
for another glance at the huge belly dancer.

	After several moments of waiting silently together, they were
rewarded by the return of the both women, now dressed in normal
cloths. Mark got a quick glimpse of that enormous belly again, now
encased in some semi-tight material of a her pants that seemed to
emphasized rather then hide its sheer size. The big one looked up the
hall way and smiled at Jim and Mark. For just a moment she placed her
hands on the sides of her belly and shook it slightly causing it to
shake is a very seductive way. Mark was almost positive he saw her
look directly at him and lick her red lips with her tongue. Then she
turned and followed her sister out the front door.

	With his hart was pounding in his chest Mark wiped his sweaty
palms on his pants. Jim nodded knowingly at the expression on Mark's
face and leaned over to him once again.

	"You know Mark, if I've learned one thing in this life its
this. Some opportunities come only once in a life time. If you don't
take them, they may never come again." Mark looked at Jim, not quite
understanding what he was saying. Jim waited a moment, then continues.
"If I was a single and good looking young man like yourself, and I had
just seen the most gorgeous creature on the face of the earth give ME
that look, well... I sure as hell just wouldn't be standing here. I'd
be running after her and try with all my might to make her mine... "
Jim smiled as he watched Mark race down the hall and out the door.

	He turned back to the party just in time to see the best man
help carry the "soon to be groom" out of the back room.