In a rush, a mob of others hit the train cars and fought for the few spaces left. Most didn’t make it as the train picked up speed, leaving those too slow to fall to the sides. We rode on through the night. Luis and Carlos lay on either side of me. Luis would bump me each time I forgot and rolled onto my back. My breasts shone prominently when I laid like that. He kept pushing me onto my side throughout the night. The heat of the next day had me sweating constantly, but I knew to keep myself covered.
Luis figured we were well into Mexico by now. Maybe headed to Veracruz. By that evening, we had drunk all the water we were carrying. Thirst and food would be things we would need to pay attention to from now on. The motion of the train swaying as it plodded along became a familiar rhythm.
Sometime near midnight, the train began to slow down. It didn’t alarm us at first, because we had waited as trains passed us from the other direction several times. Suddenly there were whistles and shouting. The train passed slowly under a metal bridge spanning the tracks. Uniformed men with rifles were standing on it, shouting to stand up and place your hands on your head. Spotlights lined the sides of the train. A couple people near us tried to jump down and run away, but that resulted in probably breaking your leg or ankle. The train lurched to a complete stop. People near the ladders stood looking down into a web of flashlight beams.
Slowly, a reluctant procession of riders began to climb down. Once on the ground, the flashlights blinded everyone. We were led by guards holding rifles. No one doubted the seriousness of the guards. There were two large pens maybe fifty meters ahead. One was already full. The other was just being filled. They were herding us towards it. Carlos and I were at the very end of our group. Further down the way, I could see white buses lined up and being filled. Mexicali police were searching each person before they were forced onto the buses.
They would find the drugs and money! Surely, they would turn us over to the cartel. I walked slowly as we neared the pen. One guard up ahead was shouting directions. I was in complete panic. I won’t go back. I mumbled to myself. I will die first! Just as I approached the last guard on my left, I froze. The guard looked at me and shouted, and instantly I pulled my hood back, revealing my long hair. The line moved away from me. It was dark around us, and his flashlight shone right into my face.
The guard had a look of total shock on his face. I wouldn’t budge. With almost no hesitation, I started loosening my shirt at the waist. Before the guard could even do or say anything, I pulled my shirt up to my armpits. My bra left no doubt in his mind that I was female. I fought back all emotion, reached under my bra, and exhaled. With one swift movement, I lifted my bra, and my breasts sprang free and just hung there.
The guard’s mouth hung open as he stared at me. His partner up ahead shouted and then walked back towards us. His eyes widened as he gazed at my boobs hanging there. He turned around and returned to the pen door. He pushed the last guy in, slapped a padlock on it, and came back over to the two of us.
The second guard was somewhat older. He grabbed my shoulder, shoving me towards a small guard shack right next to the pens. The shed was occupied by a third guy, who must have been the officer in charge.
He was kicked back in a chair with his feet up on a small desk. He practically fell backward as the other two guards pushed me in. He began to stand up and I drew my bra up once again. You would have thought they had never seen breasts before.
I reached under my boobs and lifted them. I pushed them together and upward for the men to see. I kind of bounced them up and down. This caused all three men to gasp. The guy nearest me reached out and started to touch my breast. I caught his hand and pulled it against my boob and moved his hand around. I stopped only to slide my backpack off. I removed my hoodie and sort of covered the backpack with it. I didn’t want them to focus on it too much.
I turned back and grabbed the guy’s hand again and led it to my breast. The guy to my left was speechless. I reached for his chin and pulled his head right to my left nipple. The guy started nursing like a baby. Thank God he was gentle, because they were still sore as hell from the other night. The guy behind the desk was awestruck. I looked him square in the eye. His buddy was sucking away now, making grunts as his lips pulled against my nipple.
“Do you want to have the best shift all this month?” I asked him.
“Dios mio!” he exclaimed.
“Si, Si.”
“Three blow-jobs, si?” For me and my two friends out there to go free, Si?”
“Si, por favor,” he nodded with no hesitation whatsoever.
I pushed the guy off my boob and removed my shirt entirely. I undid my bra and draped it on top of the backpack along with my shirt. I turned around, and the guy on my right just helped himself to my breast. The guy behind the desk seemed to be the boss, so I guessed he wanted to be first. I pointed to his crotch and waved my hand. He needed no further encouragement. His pants dropped, and he began digging his cock out. He began jacking at it frantically.
“No, no,” I said, “My job.”
He came around from behind the desk, and I kneeled before him and drew his half-hard dick into my mouth. I felt like such a whore doing this, but I had made myself a promise to do whatever it would take to see my momma again. I will suck cocks all the way up to the United States if that is what it takes.
I didn’t know for sure if these guys would stand by our bargain, but I saw no other option. I worked that guard’s cock like my life depended on it. I took it as deeply as was possible and stood up and offered my breasts to suckle at. I dropped down again and worked him for maybe another five minutes. Finally, he grabbed my head and started jerking urgently. Spurts of his cum shot off into my mouth like a hose. He violently thrust at my face until he was totally spent.
The other guard had been standing right alongside us. I had reached over a couple times already and was using my hand to jack his cock. He jumped at his turn. His jabs poked his cock-head against the back of my throat constantly. He was so urgent that he wanted no part of my breasts. He wouldn’t let go of my head, and he just pumped at my face until his orgasm. I swallowed and gulped as he hammered at my throat. I looked up to him and extended my tongue. The white layer of paste in my mouth was from him. I think he was pleased.
The last guy, the youngest, was the most timid. I couldn’t help noticing a ring on his finger. He was married. I guess this was not something he did regularly, but he was not going to turn down this opportunity either. I did not know if his wife would do this for him or not, but I was going to be the best he ever got.
I stroked, sucked and took him as deep as my throat would allow. I pushed my breasts together and cradled his cock in my cleavage. I rubbed my breasts against his slippery cock until it burst forth his jet of cum. I rubbed my sore boobs up and down until I had milked every last drop from his wilting cock. I looked up at him and scooped up as much cum as I could find. I used my fingers to poke it into my mouth, licking off the remains. I held my tongue out for his approval. His face revealed his satisfaction.
I stood up and faked a confident smile at them. I hated myself for doing this, but I figured I had a better chance if I just assumed they would follow their end of the deal. I grabbed my bra and quickly put it on. I put my shirt on and got the hoodie over my shoulders. I stood there waiting. So, what would it be? My stomach was churning, and I thought I might throw up. I was ashamed of what I had just done, but I steeled my emotions and tried to keep it together. The two guards who had brought me in went outside with me. My hands were visibly shaking as we approached the cage. Carlos and Luis had worked their way nearest to the gate.
The moment was at hand. The one young guard drew out a key and opened the padlock. He held the door partially open. I stood, expecting the bargain to be honored, and to my shock, the guard looked right at me. I pointed to Carlos and Luis, and he allowed them out, then slammed and locked the pen door.
“Vi, rapido,” he said, pointing to the other end of the train yard.
The three of us ran. We fled the rail yard area and didn’t stop running until we were out of sight of the very last train. The roads became dark very quickly. Finding our way would be impossible until morning. We came by a small ravine with some tall grasses growing up around it. We decided to stay put for the night among the thick growth. I was so tired that anything would do at this point. I used my backpack as a pillow and just curled up on the ground.
Carlos was looking at me. I couldn’t see his face and it was too dark to read his expression, but I just felt like it could wait until morning. Luis sat down alongside me. I pulled him by the shirt and snuggled my backside up against him. Carlos finally sat down, and I pulled him near to me also. I felt safe with their bodies touching me on each side. I didn’t care what they were thinking of me at this point; I just wanted to sleep.
Chapter 5
The morning would come too soon. Noise from a busy road nearby woke us. I was already missing Momma’s cooking and her warm daily greeting. We didn’t talk that much. Luis focused mostly on how we needed to keep moving. Roadside vendors sold foods and drinks along most major thoroughfares. We had to walk some but finally found a stand selling food. Water was the most awesome thing. I had taken it for granted back home. On the road, you drank when you had the chance.
Luis was trying to figure out the best way to continue. He was told by the vendor that we were about three hundred kilometers from Veracruz. Carlos had been giving me the silent treatment all morning. While Luis was talking to the street vendor, I figured Carlos and I needed to talk.
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