Margarita’s Confession at the Roadside Workshop

I met Mariela in a mountain town where everyone finds things out quickly and nobody pretends for very long. She was about my age, nearing forty, and at first glance seemed like an ordinary woman: discreet, kind, the sort who lowered her eyes whenever someone told a story that was too raw. We became friends almost without meaning to, through long afternoons, reheated coffee, and conversations that grew increasingly intimate.

The first time I went into her house was because her brother, Bruno, had invited me. He and I had been seeing each other in secret for months, and our encounters were never gentle. That afternoon he had me bent over the dining-room table, my dress hiked up and my ass spread for him, pounding his cock into me with the brutality that had always turned me on more than it should, when we heard a key in the door.

Bruno did not stop. He grabbed me by the waist, drove himself all the way in a couple more times, and came inside my ass with a dry groan, clenching his teeth. I barely had time to straighten my clothes before Mariela appeared in the kitchen and found me flushed, disheveled, and with her brother’s cum running between my buttocks.

I greeted her as if nothing had happened. She did the same, though she looked at me strangely. Much later she would tell me that, in that instant, she understood I was a woman capable of telling her things nobody else dared even name.

From then on, the two of us started seeing each other often. I talked too much and was almost never ashamed of anything. I told her about my lovers, my ex-husband, the times I had climbed into other people’s beds out of sheer lust, how much I enjoyed sucking a hard cock until I gagged, or feeling a man spread my legs wide and use me without gentleness.

Mariela listened in silence. Sometimes she blushed, sometimes she gave a nervous laugh, and other times she sat motionless, her fingers tightening around her cup. There was something in her face when I talked about sex that caught my attention: it was not rejection, nor exactly modesty. It was hunger mixed with fear.

One evening, sitting in her yard as darkness fell, I decided to ask her outright.

—Tell me something, Mari. When was the last time someone really fucked you?

She swallowed and lowered her eyes.

—Never.

I laughed, convinced she was joking.

—Come on, don’t make fun of me.

—I’m not lying to you —she said very softly—. I’ve never been with a man. I’ve never seen a cock up close.

I stared at her for several seconds, trying to decide whether she was pulling my leg. But she wasn’t. I could hear it in her voice, see it in her embarrassment, in the way she squeezed her thighs as if merely saying it had already lit something between her legs.

—No one’s ever put anything inside you? —I pressed.

—No.

—No one’s eaten you out, or you sucked anyone, or anything?

She shook her head. I was speechless for a moment, and then I felt a brutal heat rising through my body. Not tenderness. Lust. Because suddenly I imagined her facing a real man, watching him pull down his trousers, discovering a hard cock for the first time, not knowing what to do, her pussy getting wet from nerves alone.

Mariela held my gaze for barely a second and knew I was thinking something dirty.

—Don’t look at me like that —she murmured.

—Like what?

—As if you’d already stripped me naked in your head.

I smiled.

—Worse. I’ve already imagined you spread-legged.

She blushed so deeply that I had to hold back a laugh. I wanted to tease her a little more.

—Tell me the truth. Haven’t you ever been curious?

—Yes.

—And you never wanted to try?

—That too.

—Then what the hell are you waiting for?

Mariela took several seconds to answer. When she spoke, she did so with a sincerity that made me even hotter.

—I was waiting not to do it alone. I was waiting for someone to take me by the hand.

I fell silent. Her voice held no playfulness, but it did hold desire. She was frightened, of course, though that fear was mixed with such obvious arousal that I could almost smell her wet pussy from where I sat.

—Tomorrow night you’re coming with me —I told her.

She jerked her head up.

—Where?

—To a workshop on the old highway. I know the owner. On Fridays he gets together with some friends to drink wine and play cards.

—No.

—Yes.

—You’re crazy.

—Maybe —I said—, but you want to.

She went still. Her hand slowly dropped to her lap and squeezed herself through her dress in a tiny, involuntary gesture. I saw her do it. She realized I had seen and pulled her hand away immediately.

—I don’t know how to do those things.

—You don’t have to know how. You only have to want to.

—What if I regret it?

—We’ll leave.

—What if I don’t like it?

—Then at least you’ll stop imagining it.

Her answer did not come in words. It came in her quickening breath, the slight trembling of her lips, in that thick silence worth more than any yes. Before I left, I leaned close and whispered in her ear.

—Go showered. And don’t wear tight panties.

She looked at me with delicious horror.

—Don’t do this to me.

—You’re already horny, Mari. Don’t lie to me.

She remained alone in the yard while I left smiling.

***

The following night I stopped for her around eleven. Her brother opened the door. Bruno studied my face and then looked toward the hallway, where Mariela could be heard moving around in her room.

—Where are you taking her?

—Out for a drive.

—Don’t bullshit me —he said—. I know you.

I shrugged. He smiled with the crooked half-grin that always made me wet.

—Take care of her —he said—. And if she comes back different, so much the better.

I did not answer him. Mariela appeared at that moment and cut off any reply. She wore a very simple dark dress and a light jacket. She looked like an ordinary woman on her way to an ordinary dinner, and yet her face carried the bright nervousness of someone who knew she was about to cross a door from which she would not return the same.

She was quiet for almost the entire drive in the truck. The town fell behind us and the highway began to empty. We saw only a few isolated lights, closed gas stations, and the reflection of the headlights on the asphalt.

—We can still turn back —she said suddenly.

—Yes.

—Do you want to turn back?

—No.

She watched me for several seconds. Then she asked, in a small voice that did not conceal her excitement:

—Will it hurt?

—The first time, probably.

—A lot?

—It depends on how wet you are. And on how much you open up.

She swallowed.

—I’m nervous.

—You’re horny too.

She did not deny it. In fact, she ended up confessing it with an awkward frankness that touched me and made me even worse.

—I haven’t stopped thinking about it since yesterday. What it will look like. What it will feel like in my mouth. Whether I’ll be able to stand having it inside me.

I turned my head slightly to look at her.

—You’ll manage.

—What if I do something wrong?

—They’ll teach you.

The workshop was half closed, its shutter raised halfway and yellow light spilling from the back. We could hear men’s voices, an old radio, and the sharp clink of glasses against a table. I honked once, and Elías, the owner, immediately came out, wiping his hands on a filthy rag.

He was a broad-shouldered man with a dark beard and strong arms, the kind who always smelled of grease, tobacco, and hard work. When he saw me, he smiled. When he saw Mariela behind me, he smiled even more.

—What a surprise —he said—. And you’ve even brought company.

—I brought you a friend.

His eyes traveled slowly down Mariela’s body, undisguised.

—Come in.

We went to the back. There were stacks of tires, hanging tools, a table with opened bottles, and four more men: a big gray-haired trucker, two young, fully grown mechanics, and a sturdy laborer who looked like he did not talk much and fucked like a beast. They all looked at us the same way. The way you look at meat once you have decided to eat it.

They served us wine. I accepted only a little. Mariela drank more than she should have, or perhaps she needed it not to run away. At first the jokes were light, but I knew that atmosphere. I knew how the temperature rose. One sentence, one look, a supposedly accidental brush, a hand that took too long to move away.

Elías had me sit on his lap. I settled in without pretending to be virtuous, rubbing my ass lightly against the bulge already showing beneath his trousers. The others laughed. Mariela watched them as if she could not decide whether to be frightened or get wetter.

—And your friend? —the trucker asked—. Is she shy, or does she just pretend to be difficult?

Mariela opened her mouth, but did not answer.

—She’s new —I said.

The whole table fell silent for a second.

—New how? —one of the mechanics asked.

—Exactly as it sounds. She’s never sucked a cock. She’s never had a dick inside her. She’s never seen one up close.

The change in the air was instantaneous. They all looked at her differently. With more hunger. With a dense, focused attention. Mariela felt that weight and crossed her legs, squeezing them tightly.

—Is that true? —Elías asked, staring at her.

She took a while to answer, but finally nodded.

—Yes.

—Then tonight you’re going to learn —the trucker said.

The sentence made her visibly tremble.

Elías seized my chin and kissed me without warning, thrusting his tongue into my mouth until I moaned. His hand dropped to my thigh and opened my legs. Beneath my dress he began rubbing my cunt through the thin fabric, and I reacted as I always did: surrendering. I knew that was the signal for everything to begin.

One of the mechanics got up and shut the back door. The other turned off the radio. The laborer came up behind Mariela and moved her hair away from her neck. She jumped, but did not move when he put his mouth against her nape.

—Relax —I murmured—. If you don’t want this, say so now.

Mariela drew a deep breath. Then she said something so quietly it could barely be heard.

—I don’t want to leave.

That was enough.

Elías stood me up and turned me around. He hiked my dress to my waist and slapped my ass hard, once, twice, three times, until my buttocks burned. I moaned shamelessly. In front of everyone, he pulled down my panties and left them hanging from one ankle. The trucker laughed and opened his fly, pulling out a thick, heavy cock that was already half hard.

I saw Mariela looking at it. Her eyes widened for real, not for show, but from pure shock. It was the first. The first cock of her life. She stood there staring at it, swallowing.

—Come closer —the trucker ordered.

She looked at me before obeying. I nodded slowly. Mariela took two awkward steps and stopped in front of him, hypnotized by the stiff flesh he held in his hand as if it were heavy.

—Touch it —he said.

Mariela extended her hand with almost reverent slowness. She brushed the tip with her fingertips and let out a small gasp, as if it burned. Then she wrapped her hand around it. She could not close all her fingers. The cock twitched in her hand.

—Harder —he instructed.

She obeyed. She began jerking him off without technique, moving her hand up and down timidly. The trucker brushed the hair from her face.

—Now use your mouth.

Mariela parted her lips, but hesitated.

—Lick the tip first —I told her, while Elías slipped two fingers between my cunt’s lips and dug into me viciously—. Slowly.

She stuck out her tongue. She barely touched the wet head and already shuddered. She tried again, dragging her tongue across it for longer this time, looking at him as if she could not believe what she was doing. Then she kissed it. The trucker grunted with pleasure.

—That’s it. Now take it in.

Mariela tried. The tip barely parted her lips and her awkwardness was obvious. She sucked carefully, drawing on it as if she wanted to learn every sensation. Little by little she took more, helping herself with her hand. When the man held her head, I thought she would pull away. She did not. She stayed still and let him guide her until half his cock was in her mouth.

I could not stop watching her. It was obscene and beautiful at once, watching her shame melt away. The laborer moved behind her and grabbed her tits over her dress, squeezing them hard. Mariela moaned around the cock she was sucking, and that sound was enough to drive everyone wild.

Elías bent me over a tire lying on its side and spread my buttocks wide. I suddenly felt his tongue on my ass, wet, broad, vulgar. He licked me without gentleness, pushing the tip inside, sucking my ring while his other hand opened my cunt and rubbed my clitoris. I moaned loudly, more for show than from surprise.

—You’re still just as much of a slut —he whispered in my ear.

—And you still know how to use your mouth.

He laughed and drove three fingers into my cunt in one shove. I arched my back. I noticed the young mechanic standing in front of me and offering me his cock. I did not have to think. I took it and began sucking, deep, wetting it with saliva, while Elías spread me with his fingers and prepared to fuck me.

On the other side, Mariela’s dress had already been lifted. The laborer had pulled her underwear down to her knees and was rubbing his hand between her legs while she continued sucking. I saw her pull away from the trucker’s cock for a moment, red-faced, drooling, breathing badly.

—I’m so wet —she said, as if surprised.

The men laughed. The trucker stroked her cheek with almost tender obscenity.

—Better for you.

They sat her on the edge of a worktable. Her legs were trembling. The laborer spread her thighs and stared between them.

—She’s dripping —he said.

Mariela covered her face with one hand, humiliated. I did not help her. I wanted her to experience all of it.

—Don’t hide —I told her—. Open wider.

She obeyed. She spread her legs until her cunt was completely exposed. It gleamed with wetness. The trucker positioned himself between her thighs and ran the head of his cock over her lips. Mariela gave a small jump and gasped.

—Look at me —he ordered.

Mariela looked at him.

—If you want me to stop, say so.

She nodded, breathing quickly.

He pressed the head against her entrance and pushed lightly. I saw the instant of pain on her face, the tension in her belly, the way her fingers dug into the edge of the table. But I also saw her open her legs wider instead of closing them.

—Slowly —she whispered.

The man obeyed for a couple of inches. Then he penetrated her little by little, letting her feel each section of cock opening her pussy for the first time. Mariela moaned with her mouth open, not from pure pleasure yet, but from that brutal mixture of burning, pressure, and excitement that makes you unsure whether to pull away or ask for more.

—Almost there —he told her.

—It’s big…

—Yes.

He pushed a little farther. She gave a long whimper and involuntarily raised her pelvis, as if trying to escape. But when he finally had himself all the way inside her, to the hilt, Mariela stayed motionless for several seconds, tears in her eyes and her chest rising and falling at top speed.

—God… —she murmured—. I can feel it inside me… all of it…

—Now you know —I said, just before Elías slammed into me from behind and tore a scream from my throat.

He penetrated me in one hard, deep thrust, making the tire creak beneath me. His cock drove into my cunt, filling me all at once. He began fucking me with dry, noisy thrusts while I kept sucking the other man, feeling saliva run down my chin.

The workshop filled with obscene sounds: flesh striking flesh, ragged breathing, orders, moans, spit. At first the trucker moved inside Mariela very slowly, giving her time to adjust. Each time he withdrew, the entire length of his cock shone with moisture. Each time he went back in, she complained less and moaned more.

—Like that… like that… —she began saying, surprised by her own voice.

The laborer moved behind her and grabbed her jaw.

—Open.

Mariela obeyed. He put two fingers in her mouth, wetting them with her saliva, and then brought them between her buttocks. He barely touched her ass. She went rigid.

—No —she said immediately.

—No, not there —I clarified between thrusts—. Not tonight.

The laborer nodded, and instead of insisting, lowered his hand to her clitoris. He began rubbing it in hard circles, without gentleness. Mariela jerked violently. The trucker kept pounding her while the other man kneaded one breast and worked her clitoris. It did not take long before she came. I saw her lose control of her expression, clench her teeth, throw back her head, and finish with a hoarse, almost disbelieving moan.

—I’m coming… I’m coming… —she repeated, as if she had never imagined those words could leave her mouth.

She came trembling around the cock, her legs weak and her eyes full of tears. The orgasm left her body limp. The trucker held her by the waist and smiled with animal satisfaction.

—Now you’re a woman, gorgeous.

Mariela was too dazed to answer.

I was still being fucked by Elías, who was pounding me harder and harder. The mechanic whose cock I was sucking grabbed my hair and began setting the rhythm with his hips. I let them do it, swallowing as much cock as I could, feeling wet gags in my throat. Elías pulled out suddenly and put a hand on my back.

—Turn around.

I did. He sat me on the tire and spread my legs wide. One of the others knelt and began hungrily licking my cunt, while Elías spat into his hand and positioned his cock against my ass. I looked at him and smiled.

—Put it in.

At first he pushed slowly, just the tip, opening my ring with enough pressure to make my legs contract. Then he continued, firmly, until he was all the way inside. I moaned with my mouth open, feeling that familiar pain immediately turn into pure vice. He began fucking my ass while the other man licked my cunt, and I came almost at once, filthy, loud, without an ounce of elegance.

Mariela watched me from the table, still spread-legged, seeing my body shake with orgasm. The trucker stroked her thigh.

—Do you want more?

She drew a deep breath. Her voice came out broken, but determined.

—Yes.

They handed her over to the laborer. He had a shorter but thicker cock, and when he showed it to her, Mariela looked at it again with that obedient fascination that was already beginning to enjoy shamelessness. This time she did not wait for orders. She bent down on her own, took it in her hand, and began sucking it better than before, with more saliva, more tongue, more desire. She learned quickly.

—Look at the student —one of them teased.

I laughed, still with Elías pounding my ass. Mariela looked up for a second, flushed and aroused, and kept sucking until the laborer pulled her away to fuck her too.

He stood her up, bent over the table, and lifted one of her legs. He entered her with one thrust. Mariela screamed, more from the sudden change than rejection. The laborer did not have the trucker’s patience. He fucked her hard, drawing increasingly low, increasingly heated sounds from her. She gripped the edges and let him fuck her with that new brutality, taking every blow against the pussy that had only been deflowered minutes earlier.

—I like this better —she said between gasps—. Like this… hard…

Hearing her say that nearly drove me crazy. The woman who had not seen a cock the day before was now asking to be fucked harder. And they gave it to her. The laborer slapped her ass, spread her wider with his hands, and kept driving into her until wetness ran down her thighs.

The trucker stood in front of her and offered her his cock again. Mariela, with the other man buried inside her, opened her mouth and began sucking while she was being fucked. By then there was nothing left of the shy neighbor. She drooled, moaned, let herself be used, and learned to enjoy it at the same time.

I came again with Elías’s cock in my ass and the other man’s tongue on my cunt. When he came, he pulled out slowly and ordered me to kneel. He did not need to insist: I sucked the cock dirty with my own body until I felt it harden again. The taste of sex mixed with grease and wine was glorious.

The laborer soon came too. He pulled his cock out of Mariela’s pussy and jerked off over her belly, shooting several thick streams onto her. She watched them fall, astonished, gasping. The trucker grabbed her jaw again.

—Clean me.

Mariela obeyed. She lowered her tongue and gathered some of the cum from her own skin, wearing an expression halfway between embarrassed and wildly aroused that made us all growl like animals.

Then he was the one who made her kneel. He held her head while pushing his cock into her mouth. This time Mariela did not hesitate. She sucked him with genuine hunger, moving up and down until the man tensed and released the first jet onto her tongue. She pulled away slightly in surprise, but did not spit. She swallowed. Then she took more. And more. When he finished, her lips were wet and her eyes bright, but she remained there, open and available, breathing through her nose.

—Very good —I said, coming over to stroke her hair.

She looked at me as if she could not recognize herself.

—I didn’t know I could do this.

—Neither did I know you’d do it so well.

They left us for a while to recover. Elías brought us a glass of water. Mariela was trembling from head to toe, her dress crooked, her cunt reddened, her whole body awake. She touched herself between the legs carefully and gasped.

—I can still feel it —she murmured.

—Of course you can still feel it.

—I want to fuck again.

She did not say it shamefully. She said it hungrily.

And she did. That last time they laid her on an old mattress at the back, with me beside her, and the trucker lay between her thighs while I kissed her mouth and sucked her nipples. Elías opened my cunt with two fingers and then penetrated me from behind, slowly at first, so our bodies pressed together. Mariela held my hand while the cock went into her again, and our moans mingled.

I watched her come again, this time without fear, clenching her teeth and arching her body. I came seconds later, with Elías pounding me from behind and his hand closed around my throat just enough to intensify everything. When the trucker came inside Mariela, she felt him release and let out a hoarse, almost satisfied moan.

We lay there for several minutes, sweaty and open, the smell of sex all over our skin.

***

I drove her home almost at dawn. We barely spoke in the truck. Mariela sat quietly, looking out the window, wearing an expression that was lost and happy at the same time. Her legs were slightly parted, as if she could still feel the weight of every thrust.

—Are you all right? —I asked.

—I’m not the same —she replied.

—No.

—And I don’t want to be the same again.

I smiled without looking at her.

When we arrived, Bruno opened the door half-asleep. He looked us up and down and understood everything at once. Mariela did not even try to hide it. She went inside slowly, her dress wrinkled, her hair undone, and with that new way of walking that only certain nights leave behind.

Before crossing the threshold, she turned toward me.

—Thank you —she said.

—You’re welcome.

—Next time —she added, with a tired half-smile—, I want to choose which one I suck first.

I burst out laughing. Bruno heard and raised his eyebrows in surprise. She lowered her eyes, but no longer from shyness. It was something else: a newly awakened awareness of her own vice.

I left with my body exhausted and my cunt throbbing, knowing I had just witnessed a transformation. Not innocence lost, but desire finally unleashed. And in a small town, confessions like that always end up passing from mouth to mouth. But Mariela’s confession at the roadside workshop is still the most brutal and delicious one I have ever heard firsthand.