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Archive name: mango.txt (MF, nc)
Authors name: Mojado dude (mojado_dude@yahoo.com)
Story title : Mango de Manila
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Mango de Manila (la panocha)
by Mojado dude (mojado_dude@yahoo.com)
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I like riding the Greyhound. It gives me the chance to
sit next to women and feel them up. Especially the
heavy ones with big pechos. (MF, nc)
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I walked down the aisle trying to find an empty seat. I
finally sat down next to a short, heavyset girl with
big tiddys. She had light brown skin and her brown hair
was pinned up. Her head was slightly bent down as she
read a paperback book. I smiled at her, she ignored me.
She seemed like a real snob. So I just casually looked
out the window, watching the evening approach. It was
beginning to get dark outside, and the lights under the
seats came on.
The bus pulled over to a rest stop. The girl got off
the bus, leaving her bottle of Pepsi in her seat next
to the half open book. I quickly grabbed the plastic
bottle and opened it up. I reached into my pocket and
pulled out the tiny package with white powder inside. I
emptied the powder quickly into the bottle, and closed
it up. I began to shake it up a little bit, mixing it
up. I laid the Pepsi bottle back in her seat, and put
the empty package back in my pocket.
The chubby brown girl returned to the seat, she rudely
stood there griping "Excuse me! I need to get to my
seat thank you!"
She was very bitchy and rude. Like a gentleman I moved
my legs into the aisle as she squeezed past me. Her
tiddys were all rubbing against my face as she tried to
get by. I slid my baseball cap to the back. I wondered
to myself if she was into Mexican guys. I had thought
of fucking a black chick before. I had never actually
done it, but the thought crossed my mind. They have
those big round asses and tiddys.
I looked her over while she went back to reading that
damn book. She had a really cute face. I liked her lips
and wished she wrap them around my dick. She thought
she was so smart right now, I'd teach her fat ass a
lesson. The bus pulled off, and the main lights went
off again. We were on the road for some time, I saw her
dozing off. She leaned her head back to the side and
was out cold. Her back was arched a little bit, which
made her tiddys stick outwards. I really liked that a
lot.
Now was my chance to feel her up. Her book was in her
lap, her hands were limply laying across it. The bus
was kind of dark so no one could see me, plus the seats
were tall. I pulled open her button down black sweater,
and began to feel on her soft tiddys through her silky
stretch top. My fingers pulled on her fat, soft nipples
very slowly.
My dick got real excited as I felt her nipples pop out
hard. My fingers pinched them firmly, until they were
sticking out like big pencil erasers. My fingers
continued to pinch her nipples between my fingers,
lightly tugging at them. I noticed her breath
increasing heavy. A bit of white milk started to squirt
from them. I think she was pregnant, or a nursing
mother.
The milk was thick as it squirted out. I think she was
subconsciously having an orgasm. I pinched them harder
at the same time, hoping to make her cum. I pulled at
them, milking her tiddys like they were cow udders. I
took my hand, laying it gently on her lap. Her thick
thighs were slightly apart. I put my hand beneath her
miniskirt. My hands felt her tight panties, and the
wetness. My fingers pulled the crotch part to the side
and felt her wet lips.
Her clit felt so warm like it was begging to be sucked.
I pulled her legs apart further until her body slumped
down some. I forced two of my fingers inside her pussy
hole. There was some resistance. I pushed it harder,
and continued to push it in and out of her wet twat. I
began to do it harder, pretending it was my dick
fucking her.
I shoved my fingers harder, and much harder. White
cream began to cum from her pussy and all over my
hands. Her shiny cum dripped down her thighs thickly. I
noticed her nipples had gotten even harder, and were
standing up like they had been froze in ice cubes. Milk
were dripping from them and wetting her shirt. There
was some perspiration on her forehead, like she had
been really worked up. I wanted to make this exciting,
so I yanked her top up over her tiddys.
Her hard, wet brown nipples stood out at me. I had the
urge to give them the sucking they deserved, but I had
to finish out what I had started. I had never sucked
milk from a woman's tiddy's before and was curious.
This was not the time. So I then lifted her skirt up
further to pull her panties down to her knees. I
reached into my jacket and pulled out some duck tape. I
began to tape her mouth shut, then hide the roll in my
pocket.
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I began to
hold my dick with a good grip, as I jacked off. The
rush went through me instantly, looking at those
beautiful knockers of hers. When I was about to cum, I
positioned my dick to shoot my load on the back of the
seat in front of me.
I felt relieved, and put my dick back in my pants and
zipped up. I got up from my seat, and went to the front
of the bus to ask the bus driver a question. I was
asking to be let off at the nearby rest stop. We pulled
over and I got off right away. We were in New Mexico.
I quickly walked out into the darkness.
I peeped through the bus windows to see the girl's eyes
were opening, and she appeared to be crying. Two women
were sitting with her and helping her fix her clothing
properly. They were pointing around like they were
trying to tell her that it was me who did it to her.
I ran out into the darkness before they could find me.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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