I wanted to spend Christmas with my husband and to do so I had to travel to his work, which was 600 km south in a mining company that had hired him. Despite the series of adverse advice, including that of my husband, I decided to travel anyway taking the kids with me.
We left early in the morning, thinking I would have arrived without major setbacks by mid-afternoon, and thus be able to spend the evening with them. But I made a mistake at a crossroads, and when I realized it, I was already facing another one, so I stopped on the side of the road to read the map carefully.
A local who happened to pass by couldn't help but smile when he described my situation, then gave me new directions to cut through some dirt roads to get back on track without having to go back where we came from. Without making too much trouble, I accepted the advice and didn't have any problem finding the indicated path, so I started enjoying the trip again while trying to calm down my kids who were still playing and fighting at the same time.
I was driving more calmly when my mobile phone rang, and it was my husband's voice asking me where I was. I managed to evade the answer, not wanting to admit that I was lost and trying to get back on track to meet him. He then spoke with the kids before hanging up and reminded me that my idea was crazy, that the road was dangerous, and all those things. I thanked him for the call and tried to reassure him that I would be with him in a few hours and that I would give him the best night of the year. I heard him laugh after that and he made a comment about it before hanging up.
The road we were on was narrow, barely wide enough for two vehicles to pass at the same time, but judging from the state of things it was clear that cars rarely crossed paths in those parts. It was then that I suddenly felt the car pulling strongly to one side, so I stopped to look and discovered that It was the puncture of a front tire. In another place and circumstance I would have doubted calling mechanical assistance, but there, in the middle of nowhere I didn't have any other alternative than to do it myself, which by the way had no idea how to do it but as I didn't want to stay stranded there with the kids the best thing I could do was get my hands dirty.
In the trunk of the car we were carrying our bags with our things, underneath these were the spare tire and necessary tools. To be able to work better I let the kids get down and play without getting too far away.
That morning I decided to travel comfortably, so I discarded a jean I had chosen to replace it with a lycra leggings and a pique sweater making a match. In my two first attempts were a failure, I couldn't lift the car, I started feeling hot and annoyed, and to top it off I couldn't ask for help from anyone, since not only was there no soul walking around there but I didn't know how far away I could be from somewhere where they could rescue me.
When I was on my knees, butt up, looking where the damn mechanic socket would fit, I heard two voices, straightening up I saw two young people who doubted had more than 17 years old. Both were entertaining themselves by looking at my ass, I hadn't heard them coming because both were riding separate bicycles and the worst was that they looked like few friends.
I greeted them while trying to look where my kids could be, with sarcasm they returned the greeting to ironize with the tire puncture and my appearance in which it stood out that I also was for pinching and when saying this the two laughed looking at each other.
I asked if they could help me, they said no; I wanted to know if they could tell me where I was, made the mistake of showing them the map and they didn't make any fuss. I made a complaint, clear, the two looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, jumped onto their bicycles with the intention of start my journey. Although it was not yet noon, I began to worry about the idea of staying in that place, and I asked them please to give me a clue before leaving, but all I got was their laughter as they walked away. My children made some questions and I lied to avoid scaring them unnecessarily, thinking that later they would tell their father about their adventures on the trip that a reckless mom organized, thinking everything would go well. As soon as I put my foot back on the pedal, I saw them returning, this time more determined, asking me what they wanted. They offered me help, to my surprise, but in exchange for something; I told them I had little money left, and they said it didn't matter, that they wanted something else. I asked them what, and the youngest, also more audacious, said that only interested them in what I had between my legs. I called them crazy, and that was the least of it, but without much trouble, they listened to me in silence when I finished complaining, insisting on the same thing unless there would be no help, and I could make myself an idea of staying not just that night but also all week since that path wasn't used by almost anyone due to its lamentable state. Without showing it, I couldn't avoid being scared, it was when my children approached them who showed themselves very friendly as they threw lustful glances at me. If there was something I didn't want was for my children to approach those depraved subjects, by moving the kids away, I could feel the intensity of their gaze making me feel real terror. They were determined to do with me what they wanted, whether good or bad, and the two young men left their bicycles on the side and walked towards me, already resolved to do whatever they wanted with me. One of them made the kids get into the car with a Innocent excuse, the other took my arm with force, pushing me towards the back of the vehicle where the trunk lid was open. This way I calmed down because from inside they wouldn't be able to see what was happening to his mother. The one who was with me put his hands between my legs, with his fingers gripping my labia over the leggings as it was making a tasty little ball according to my husband. Pressing with the index and thumb, he pulled downwards, the other came from behind and grabbed my breasts, I barely complained despite the pain, not wanting my children to tell their father that some men made their mother scream. Furious and between teeth, I asked them to move away from the car, saying I would do whatever it took for them to get lost once and for all. Faking calm and with the best voice I could imitate, I told my children that Mom was coming, we were going with the kids to find something to lift the car; both, poor things, smiled at me. The place was semi-deserted, some yuyos stood no more than half a meter from the ground, about ten or fifteen meters from the car, we stopped, both already had erections and boasted one to another as they swore that we would have fun because they knew how to treat women like whores like me, laughing at each other's promises of what they were going to make me feel. The two looked at me with scorn, the younger one was clearer, he told me there were two ways to do what they were going to do, if I cooperated no one would get hurt, but if I resisted, other little culos could replace mine... A cold fear ran down my back without them asking me, I took off my bra leaving only a corset and before they told me, I pulled down my pants and underwear. I don't know how long it took for me to be completely naked in front of them, then their erections came out into the light and immediately they asked me to suck them, which I did with all the disgust in the world. While they were sucking each other off, I was masturbating them and so for a good while until one of them fell onto the floor on his back, making me sit on his hardened sex when I did it started moving but only the other one put his in my mouth which made the task difficult since one was asking me to move and the other not to stop sucking him off but with more enthusiasm. Helped by the vaginal muscles, I made the one below finish inevitably, then I asked them to get off me while his companion mocked how short it had lasted. The offended one took hold of my hair to demand that I clean up his sex with my tongue when I bent down to do so, only for the other to take advantage and position himself behind me and penetrate me without paying attention to requests or pleas since both penetrations had been without lubricant or dilatation. The pain was so intense that in the desperation of my movements while cleaning up his sex, I confused it with lust, look how this slut moves, she must like it he said to his friend as the other took hold of my hips and positioned himself better for some terrible, painful, and humiliating thrusts. With that rhythm, it was clear it wouldn't last long, and so it wasn't, but before I came out, they immediately put me in their mouth to fill me with their filthy sperm while holding onto my hair and pulling on the other one in a cruel and savage way. Left a mess, I asked them to leave, saying they'd had their fun but you know how teenagers are. They were willing not only to shoot their loads but all the necessary ones until their testicles were dry or their sex was hard for a long time. They made me lie down on the floor again, this time on my back, with the smaller one positioning himself as best he could over my chest making his glans go in and out of my mouth while moving, whereas The other one did it between my legs, lifting me up from the buttocks, where he again penetrated me, alternating between my vagina and anus with each of his thrusts. That hell seemed to have no end, both of them releasing streams of semen in bursts. My body was a filth of remnants, remnants of their leches, of the earth that stuck to it, of my disgust, of my tears. They were tireless, when one felt like he was going to exhaust himself, he gave way to the other and so they went relieving each other, without caring how many times each one ended.
They put me on all fours for them to sodomize me at their pleasure, one of them had the idea of getting underneath and the other above, but both, if both, were giving it to me in the ass at the same time. My pleas asking them to let me go, to leave, fell on deaf ears, muffled by lust and the unbridled passion of an adolescence that didn't know exhaustion. They challenged each other, mutually rendering exams about their virility as I felt only dirty and humiliated, but the earth from the floor was getting into my intimate parts, sticking to the semen stains scattered on my skin, hair, face.
I was crying silently, it didn't make sense to do so, but I did. When one of them finally couldn't get an erection, he cut a small branch and whipped me across the back with it; the other intervened first gently and then more firmly. Now I felt the intensity of the fire after that lash crossing my back, and that was, fortunately, the final point of that terrible encounter.
They quickly got dressed, went for their bikes, and left; I saw them go because I feared they might do something to my kids, but neither of them stopped to look at them, as I could and in the midst of so much confusion and pain I put on my clothes without realizing the chomba was on backwards. I reached the car, took out a hand towel from one of the travel bags, moistened it with what was left of a water bottle we had brought, and improvised something with it. similar to a washing. The irritation, the stinging, the pain of my humiliated body was as great as the desolation and dark feeling of outrage that overwhelmed me at that moment, despite trying to rinse my mouth I couldn't get rid of the taste of sperm and earth that was in it. After that, after taking some time to respond to the boys' questions when they tried to know where I had been and what I had done with the gentlemen, because they saw them as gentlemen those two teenagers, I had to lie not only for them but also so they would do it in front of their father. With the idea of not awakening excessive curiosity I decided to stay with the same clothes, like I could put the damn wheel and after having walked less than half an hour found the blessed route and a few minutes later a service station where I could wash better and if I had wanted to I could have told the two police officers who were on patrol what had happened, but I was certain that as soon as I did so the harm that it could cause in my family, especially my husband, would be greater than what I had lived among some bushes, rolled over feet and head between two young delinquents. When we arrived at our destination my husband was waiting for us, I put on the best face I could and later, at night, I had to fulfill what I had promised as those faces of those two damned ones kept passing by, making me do whatever they pleased.
We left early in the morning, thinking I would have arrived without major setbacks by mid-afternoon, and thus be able to spend the evening with them. But I made a mistake at a crossroads, and when I realized it, I was already facing another one, so I stopped on the side of the road to read the map carefully.
A local who happened to pass by couldn't help but smile when he described my situation, then gave me new directions to cut through some dirt roads to get back on track without having to go back where we came from. Without making too much trouble, I accepted the advice and didn't have any problem finding the indicated path, so I started enjoying the trip again while trying to calm down my kids who were still playing and fighting at the same time.
I was driving more calmly when my mobile phone rang, and it was my husband's voice asking me where I was. I managed to evade the answer, not wanting to admit that I was lost and trying to get back on track to meet him. He then spoke with the kids before hanging up and reminded me that my idea was crazy, that the road was dangerous, and all those things. I thanked him for the call and tried to reassure him that I would be with him in a few hours and that I would give him the best night of the year. I heard him laugh after that and he made a comment about it before hanging up.
The road we were on was narrow, barely wide enough for two vehicles to pass at the same time, but judging from the state of things it was clear that cars rarely crossed paths in those parts. It was then that I suddenly felt the car pulling strongly to one side, so I stopped to look and discovered that It was the puncture of a front tire. In another place and circumstance I would have doubted calling mechanical assistance, but there, in the middle of nowhere I didn't have any other alternative than to do it myself, which by the way had no idea how to do it but as I didn't want to stay stranded there with the kids the best thing I could do was get my hands dirty.
In the trunk of the car we were carrying our bags with our things, underneath these were the spare tire and necessary tools. To be able to work better I let the kids get down and play without getting too far away.
That morning I decided to travel comfortably, so I discarded a jean I had chosen to replace it with a lycra leggings and a pique sweater making a match. In my two first attempts were a failure, I couldn't lift the car, I started feeling hot and annoyed, and to top it off I couldn't ask for help from anyone, since not only was there no soul walking around there but I didn't know how far away I could be from somewhere where they could rescue me.
When I was on my knees, butt up, looking where the damn mechanic socket would fit, I heard two voices, straightening up I saw two young people who doubted had more than 17 years old. Both were entertaining themselves by looking at my ass, I hadn't heard them coming because both were riding separate bicycles and the worst was that they looked like few friends.
I greeted them while trying to look where my kids could be, with sarcasm they returned the greeting to ironize with the tire puncture and my appearance in which it stood out that I also was for pinching and when saying this the two laughed looking at each other.
I asked if they could help me, they said no; I wanted to know if they could tell me where I was, made the mistake of showing them the map and they didn't make any fuss. I made a complaint, clear, the two looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, jumped onto their bicycles with the intention of start my journey. Although it was not yet noon, I began to worry about the idea of staying in that place, and I asked them please to give me a clue before leaving, but all I got was their laughter as they walked away. My children made some questions and I lied to avoid scaring them unnecessarily, thinking that later they would tell their father about their adventures on the trip that a reckless mom organized, thinking everything would go well. As soon as I put my foot back on the pedal, I saw them returning, this time more determined, asking me what they wanted. They offered me help, to my surprise, but in exchange for something; I told them I had little money left, and they said it didn't matter, that they wanted something else. I asked them what, and the youngest, also more audacious, said that only interested them in what I had between my legs. I called them crazy, and that was the least of it, but without much trouble, they listened to me in silence when I finished complaining, insisting on the same thing unless there would be no help, and I could make myself an idea of staying not just that night but also all week since that path wasn't used by almost anyone due to its lamentable state. Without showing it, I couldn't avoid being scared, it was when my children approached them who showed themselves very friendly as they threw lustful glances at me. If there was something I didn't want was for my children to approach those depraved subjects, by moving the kids away, I could feel the intensity of their gaze making me feel real terror. They were determined to do with me what they wanted, whether good or bad, and the two young men left their bicycles on the side and walked towards me, already resolved to do whatever they wanted with me. One of them made the kids get into the car with a Innocent excuse, the other took my arm with force, pushing me towards the back of the vehicle where the trunk lid was open. This way I calmed down because from inside they wouldn't be able to see what was happening to his mother. The one who was with me put his hands between my legs, with his fingers gripping my labia over the leggings as it was making a tasty little ball according to my husband. Pressing with the index and thumb, he pulled downwards, the other came from behind and grabbed my breasts, I barely complained despite the pain, not wanting my children to tell their father that some men made their mother scream. Furious and between teeth, I asked them to move away from the car, saying I would do whatever it took for them to get lost once and for all. Faking calm and with the best voice I could imitate, I told my children that Mom was coming, we were going with the kids to find something to lift the car; both, poor things, smiled at me. The place was semi-deserted, some yuyos stood no more than half a meter from the ground, about ten or fifteen meters from the car, we stopped, both already had erections and boasted one to another as they swore that we would have fun because they knew how to treat women like whores like me, laughing at each other's promises of what they were going to make me feel. The two looked at me with scorn, the younger one was clearer, he told me there were two ways to do what they were going to do, if I cooperated no one would get hurt, but if I resisted, other little culos could replace mine... A cold fear ran down my back without them asking me, I took off my bra leaving only a corset and before they told me, I pulled down my pants and underwear. I don't know how long it took for me to be completely naked in front of them, then their erections came out into the light and immediately they asked me to suck them, which I did with all the disgust in the world. While they were sucking each other off, I was masturbating them and so for a good while until one of them fell onto the floor on his back, making me sit on his hardened sex when I did it started moving but only the other one put his in my mouth which made the task difficult since one was asking me to move and the other not to stop sucking him off but with more enthusiasm. Helped by the vaginal muscles, I made the one below finish inevitably, then I asked them to get off me while his companion mocked how short it had lasted. The offended one took hold of my hair to demand that I clean up his sex with my tongue when I bent down to do so, only for the other to take advantage and position himself behind me and penetrate me without paying attention to requests or pleas since both penetrations had been without lubricant or dilatation. The pain was so intense that in the desperation of my movements while cleaning up his sex, I confused it with lust, look how this slut moves, she must like it he said to his friend as the other took hold of my hips and positioned himself better for some terrible, painful, and humiliating thrusts. With that rhythm, it was clear it wouldn't last long, and so it wasn't, but before I came out, they immediately put me in their mouth to fill me with their filthy sperm while holding onto my hair and pulling on the other one in a cruel and savage way. Left a mess, I asked them to leave, saying they'd had their fun but you know how teenagers are. They were willing not only to shoot their loads but all the necessary ones until their testicles were dry or their sex was hard for a long time. They made me lie down on the floor again, this time on my back, with the smaller one positioning himself as best he could over my chest making his glans go in and out of my mouth while moving, whereas The other one did it between my legs, lifting me up from the buttocks, where he again penetrated me, alternating between my vagina and anus with each of his thrusts. That hell seemed to have no end, both of them releasing streams of semen in bursts. My body was a filth of remnants, remnants of their leches, of the earth that stuck to it, of my disgust, of my tears. They were tireless, when one felt like he was going to exhaust himself, he gave way to the other and so they went relieving each other, without caring how many times each one ended.
They put me on all fours for them to sodomize me at their pleasure, one of them had the idea of getting underneath and the other above, but both, if both, were giving it to me in the ass at the same time. My pleas asking them to let me go, to leave, fell on deaf ears, muffled by lust and the unbridled passion of an adolescence that didn't know exhaustion. They challenged each other, mutually rendering exams about their virility as I felt only dirty and humiliated, but the earth from the floor was getting into my intimate parts, sticking to the semen stains scattered on my skin, hair, face.
I was crying silently, it didn't make sense to do so, but I did. When one of them finally couldn't get an erection, he cut a small branch and whipped me across the back with it; the other intervened first gently and then more firmly. Now I felt the intensity of the fire after that lash crossing my back, and that was, fortunately, the final point of that terrible encounter.
They quickly got dressed, went for their bikes, and left; I saw them go because I feared they might do something to my kids, but neither of them stopped to look at them, as I could and in the midst of so much confusion and pain I put on my clothes without realizing the chomba was on backwards. I reached the car, took out a hand towel from one of the travel bags, moistened it with what was left of a water bottle we had brought, and improvised something with it. similar to a washing. The irritation, the stinging, the pain of my humiliated body was as great as the desolation and dark feeling of outrage that overwhelmed me at that moment, despite trying to rinse my mouth I couldn't get rid of the taste of sperm and earth that was in it. After that, after taking some time to respond to the boys' questions when they tried to know where I had been and what I had done with the gentlemen, because they saw them as gentlemen those two teenagers, I had to lie not only for them but also so they would do it in front of their father. With the idea of not awakening excessive curiosity I decided to stay with the same clothes, like I could put the damn wheel and after having walked less than half an hour found the blessed route and a few minutes later a service station where I could wash better and if I had wanted to I could have told the two police officers who were on patrol what had happened, but I was certain that as soon as I did so the harm that it could cause in my family, especially my husband, would be greater than what I had lived among some bushes, rolled over feet and head between two young delinquents. When we arrived at our destination my husband was waiting for us, I put on the best face I could and later, at night, I had to fulfill what I had promised as those faces of those two damned ones kept passing by, making me do whatever they pleased.
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