Stories about manhangad abound: Someone---a policeman---almost got shot and had to leave Tago in shame; another got blind after he pressed an eye against a peephole and the girl he had hoped to lay lascivious eyes on poked him with a pointed object; still another broke a bone when he fell off a tree. The story went that he was masturbating while ogling a girl when a mosquito bit him in the cheek. Apparently the mosquito sucked hard that he couldn’t ignore it. But he couldn’t stop either!
“Whew, pressure!” he must have said to himself. But pleasure overruled pain, and with the hand that he unclasped from a branch, he whacked the pesky insect!
Orlan was a seasoned voyeur whose favorite quarry was the band majorette of a rival school. This pretty young thing was assigned by her mother to wash the dishes at night just as her elder sister was tasked to prepare supper.
The majorette’s house had singbit walls---nipa fronds clipped together by sticks---and bamboo floor. Because they were not nailed entirely on the wooden brace, some bamboo slats rose when somebody stepped on their opposite end, creating concave gaps underneath the floor.
To get under his prey's house surreptitiously, Orlan had to crouch low. From his vantage point, he had a worm's eye view of the girl standing, wearing under her skirt candy-colored panties stitched with days of the week. But it aroused him more when she wore "Friday" and "Tuesday" on Wednesdays and Saturdays.
There were times that she seemed to notice his presence, but like a chameleon, Orlan would turn into a pig, a dog, or a cat. One night, Orlan was sitting on his heels and fondling himself while looking up. For balance, he placed his left hand under the concave gap on the floor, gripping the wooden brace. He was so into it that the next thing he knew, the sharp edges of the bamboo floor were digging into his knuckles. And that was when he noticed another skirt, a much bigger skirt above him: It was the majorette’s heavyweight mother!
He pulled his hand---the other hand---away, but it felt like a bulldozer was pressing it. As blood dripped from his knuckles, he bit his lower lip to silence a scream.
The pain pierced him so bad he couldn’t understand what the majorette and her mother were saying. He closed his eyes, willing the corpulent woman to go away. But instead he felt the pressure tighten on his hand. When he looked up, he saw a General Milling panty being pulled down by jumbo hands with chorizo fingers.
Orlan dodged noiselessly, but there was no escaping the onrush of the fat woman's pee. As the salty water trickled down his face, Orlan could only wish he had sore eyes!
to be continued......
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