Perhaps you've heard of the "Express Kidnappings" in Mexico: you're driving down the street. It's a hot day, so the windows of your car are open. Suddenly, out of nowhere, two men with knives are standing on either side of your car. They open the doors and force you to sit in the middle while they drive to an ATM machine, where they force you to make a withdrawal. Muchas gracias, adios.

I was a high school Spanish teacher in the suburb of a large Midwestern city, and I decided to spend my summer vacation in Mexico to improve my language skills. Then I got the news-due to budget cuts, your position has been eliminated, blah, blah, blah.

I could have returned to the U.S. and collected unemployment insurance, and then perhaps I could find a part-time job at Wal-Mart-or I could just stay in Mexico and teach English. I had no strong incentives to return to the U.S., so I chose the latter.

The language school where I studied is in the City of Puebla, a city of 2,000,000 some 100 miles east of Mexico City. Puebla is known for three things: there are over 100 colonial-era churches here, it has a large Volkswagen plant, and it was the scene of an historic battle on May 5, 1862.

(Mexico won the famous Batalla de Puebla in 1862, although the French came back three months later and defeated the Mexican army. They went on to occupy the capital city and install a puppet dictator. President Benito Juarez asked President Abraham Lincoln to invoke the Monroe Doctrine, but Lincoln wired back with a message that essentially said, "I'd love to help you fight the European imperialists. However, I'm rather occupied fighting some rebels in the South of my own country.")

I landed a job teaching fifth and sixth graders in an elementary school. While I was accustomed to dealing with attractive young girls, there is something about tweens that makes them even more appealing than teenagers. Of course, I knew better than to actually try to seduce any of my pupils, but they provided plenty of fodder for my fantasies.

I was driving home from work one hot afternoon, and I was stuck in traffic on General Zaragoza Boulevard (Zaragoza was the hero of the May 5 battle). I decided, "What the hell," and whipped out my cock to jerk off for a while.

Zaragoza is a long street, and there are always plenty of street vendors along it. They will clean your windshield or sell you anything from fresh-cut flowers to toys for the kids. I saw a pretty girl of about twelve selling bottles of ice-cold water, and decided I could use one.

The girl had big brown eyes, and she was wearing a tight T-shirt without a bra; her tiny nipples formed two cute points in her T-shirt. Maliciously I dropped the ten-peso coin into my lap and declared, "Sorry; you'll have to pick that up."

The girl looked down at my lap and my huge hard-on. She smiled the sweetest smile, and then she called out in Spanish, "Magdalena, come here quickly and look at this!"

Another girl, perhaps a year older, appeared at the passenger's side of the car. The first girl said something I did not understand (which was very frustrating, since I was supposed to be fluent in Spanish), and then she ran to the passenger's side and opened the door. She sat down just as the cars in front of us started to inch forward.

"Turn here," the girl ordered, pointing to a dirt road that had once been a railroad track. I drove past several squatters' houses until we arrived at a former rail yard. The girl directed me alongside an abandoned warehouse.

Without a word, she picked up the coin with one hand, and grabbed my cock with the other. She bent over and to my amazement, she started sucking. I rested my hands gently on the back of her head, but she didn't need any encouragement at all-she bobbed her head up and down as she stroked my cock. Since it had already been stimulated, it didn't take long for me to feel that rush of blood and adrenaline that surges right before one ejaculates.

But how to say, "I'm gonna cum" in Spanish; I knew I should have dated the good-looking divorcee who had been my tutor. I mumbled something like, "Ahorrita vengo," but she just gave me a funny face as if I had said, "I'll be right back" instead of "I'm going to come now." She went back to her sucking, and I tried, "Voy a eyacular," but the semen came out before the words did, and I shot my wad full in the girl's mouth.

That didn't stop her; she kept on sucking as I kept on ejaculating. Gobs of come dripped out of her mouth onto her chin and neck; as my dick started to shrink she opened her mouth so I could see the white fluid inside. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward; before I knew it, we were kissing. She transferred some of the come to me, and I had no choice but to swallow it. I saw her swallow what was left, and then she grabbed the bottle of water. She unscrewed the top, and we both took a swig.

"That'll be one hundred pesos (about eight dollars)," she demanded. When I hesitated, she said threateningly, "My friend Magdalena took a picture of your license plate with her cell phone. So don't try any tricks."

Hmm... Zaragoza Boulevard might be a bit slow, but I think I'll be driving this way again soon.