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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Mango de Manila (la panocha) by Mojado dude (mojado_dude@yahoo.com) *** 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) *** 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. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 27