What the Trucker Did to His Nephew’s Girlfriend

Ramón was leaning against the front of his truck, a metal mastodon that creaked beneath a heatwave already heralding summer. His shirt was open down to his navel, and the hair on his chest gleamed with sweat, as if it had been varnished. He was finishing a cigarette, the smoke rising lazily in spirals from the glowing tip, that red ember which seemed like the only living eye in that wasteland of concrete and cheap gas stations.

He checked his watch. They were late, and he hated waiting. But it was a family matter—or so his sister had told him over the phone in that martyr’s voice mothers put on when they want to dump a dead weight on you.

—Look after him, Ramón. Daniel’s a good boy, but he needs to see more of the world—she had pleaded. —And he’s bringing his girlfriend. Take them to the border; they want to see France, and you pass that way anyway.

I’m going to show him the world, he thought, scratching his belly with the slow contentment of a bear just waking up.

Then he saw them appear. A clean, gleaming little city car parked timidly beside the beast of burden. A friend of the boy was behind the wheel. Daniel got out first, and Ramón let out a laugh that sounded like a seized engine. The kid was a noodle: pale, with thick-rimmed glasses, his shirt buttoned to the very top and trousers that looked as if they had been ironed with a laser. He had the face of someone who had never broken a plate in his life.

—Uncle Ramón!—he called, coming over with a limp hand like a fish.

Ramón shook it—or rather, crushed it, enjoying the boy’s carefully contained grimace of pain. His own hand was a calloused claw stained with grease and tobacco.

—What’s up, kid? You’re thinner than a canary’s leg. Don’t they feed you at that university?

—Exam stress, Uncle—Daniel stammered, adjusting his glasses.

But Ramón was no longer listening. His eyes had fixed on the back door, which had just opened. First, a pair of legs emerged. Long legs sheathed in jeans so short that the pockets peeked out below the hems, and so tight that everything could be made out if you had a trained eye. And Ramón had a master’s degree in that subject.

Then the rest of her appeared. A black tank top, with no bra beneath it, revealed small, pert tits, their nipples visible through the fabric. The girl’s hair was dyed platinum blonde with black roots, deliberately so, and she chewed gum with her mouth open. She had the eyes of a street cat, the kind that hiss at you but let you pet them if you bring food.

—This is Noelia, Uncle—Daniel said, with a pride that was too big for him. —My girlfriend.

Ramón took the cigarette from his mouth and gave her an undisguised once-over, like someone appraising a heifer at the fair. His eyes went first to her cleavage, then to the tight triangle between her thighs, and finally to her mouth—that pink-gum mouth chewing slowly, provocatively.

—Well, well…—His voice dropped an octave. —So this is the jewel. Pleased to meet you, sweetheart. I’m Ramón. But you can call me “Uncle,” even if we’re not family… yet.

Noelia stopped chewing for a second, held his gaze, and smiled crookedly. She saw the emerging belly, the graying beard, the arms like hams, and that aura of danger the man gave off. And instead of being frightened, her eyes lit up.

—Hi, Ramón. Daniel’s told me about you. He says you’re a bit of a brute.

—Daniel doesn’t know the half of it, blonde.

***

The truck cab was a temple to functional masculinity. It smelled of expired pine air freshener, black tobacco, and dry sweat embedded in the upholstery. A spare-parts calendar featuring a topless woman hung from the dashboard, her enormous tits and red nipples pointing toward the windshield, while a little holy card of the Virgin, stuck up with a magnet, looked away as if embarrassed.

The seating arrangement was the first act in Daniel’s tragedy.

—You, in the passenger seat—Ramón ordered, climbing into the driver’s seat. —And you, sweetheart, in the middle, on the cooler. You’ll ride like a queen there, and I’ll have you close by in case I need you to pass me the lighter.

Noelia sat in the raised space between the two seats, her bare thighs mere inches from Ramón’s right arm. Daniel obediently fastened his seat belt and took out a book.

The engine roared. A deep vibration made the cab floor tremble and, in passing, the girl’s ass on the cooler. Ramón shifted into first with a rough movement, his hand brushing her knee “by accident.” She did not pull away.

They had been on the highway for two hours when the atmosphere began to thicken. The air conditioning was working only halfway, and the heat forced them to sweat. Ramón loved it. His soaked shirt outlined his pecs.

—And what about you, nephew?—he asked, one eye on Noelia’s damp cleavage. —Still not smoking, not drinking, and not doing anything at all?

—Uncle, please…—Daniel turned red and looked out the window. —Don’t be vulgar.

—Vulgar?—Ramón lit another cigarette. The smoke filled the confined space. —Vulgar is eating when you’re not hungry, kid. I’m a man. One of the old kind, the kind they don’t make anymore. Right, Noelia?

He turned his head and blew the smoke almost into her face. She inhaled it as if it were oxygen and ran her tongue over her lips.

—I like men with character—she said, looking at the hairy forearms on the steering wheel. —Daniel’s very sweet. But sometimes a girl gets tired of so much sweetness, doesn’t she? Sometimes you want something salty. Or spicy.

The insinuation hung there, dense and obscene. Ramón felt the blood rush straight to his cock, which began straining against his fly in a bulge impossible to hide.

—I’ve got all the salt you want, sweetheart—he growled, lowering his hand to change gears.

As he gripped the gearshift, he made an exaggerated movement. His forearm pressed against Noelia’s inner thigh, his damp skin against hers. And after shifting into fifth, he did not move it away. He left it there, resting, feeling the heat radiating from the girl’s cunt through the tight denim. Daniel, absorbed in a book about ethics, noticed nothing. Or did not want to notice.

—You’re hot, huh?—Ramón whispered.

—Very—she replied in a broken voice. —This truck vibrates a lot.

—It’s a beast. And you have to know how to tame it. Not just anyone can handle the ride up here. Do you think you could handle a long trip with me?

Noelia looked him in the eyes, completely ignoring her boyfriend less than three feet away.

—I can handle whatever you throw at me. If it’s big and strong, I can handle it.

Ramón had to bite his lip to keep from pulling onto the shoulder right there, yanking down her jeans, and fucking her on the hood while Daniel watched from his seat with the book in his hands.

***

They stopped to eat past León, at one of those service areas where trucks crowded together like elephants around a watering hole and the bar floor was covered in used napkins. Noelia dragged over a chair, but her mind was still trapped miles behind them.

She could not get him out of her head. Earlier, Ramón had stopped the beast at a widening in the road, claiming that his bladder was about to burst. And he had not hidden himself. On the contrary, he had stood in profile against a solitary tree, his cock out, shaking it unhurriedly to get out the last drops, a pose that left nothing to the imagination. Despite the distance, Noelia thought she had glimpsed a substantial anatomy, thick and hanging, a promise of strength even at rest that had left her breathless and her cunt soaked beneath her jeans.

When he returned to the cab, he shut the door with a sharp thud and shot her a wink loaded with malice and self-assurance. That was not a greeting; it was a signature. The bastard knew she had not looked away. That was his winning card, the ace he kept in his fly. A weapon that worked like a magnet: it did not matter whether they were young girls or high-born ladies. As soon as his cock appeared, everything else faded into the background. It no longer mattered what his hair looked like, or the belly straining his shirt buttons, or the stink of sweat and diesel, or that crude way he spoke, tossing out swearwords as casually as he breathed.

Ramón ordered for all three of them, ignoring Daniel’s protests that he wanted salad.

—Three plates of tripe, a platter of crispy pork belly, and house wine, with soda for the kid!—he bellowed at the waiter. —And bread, lots of bread. We’ve got to mop up the sauce!

Ramón ate like an animal: chewing with his mouth open, wiping up the sauce with bread, and drinking straight from the pitcher. Daniel picked at his food with disgust. But Noelia surprised him. She devoured the tripe with relish, staining her lips with red grease, and looked at Ramón every time he put a piece of bread in his mouth.

—I like watching women eat—he said, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs so wide that the bulge in his fly was displayed beneath the edge of the table. —Women who eat well do everything well. The fussy ones—he looked at Daniel with contempt—are usually prudes. In the mouth and in the cunt.

Daniel sighed and put down his fork.

—I’m going to the bathroom—he said, overwhelmed.

As soon as he disappeared, Ramón leaned across the table. His breath, smelling of wine, garlic, and tobacco, struck Noelia, but she did not retreat. She leaned toward him.

—Your boyfriend’s a bore—he blurted, lowering his voice. —I don’t know what you’re doing with him. A woman like you needs a man who’ll wreck her, not one who asks permission to touch her. Someone who’ll fuck you without asking. Grab you by the hair and shove it down your throat whenever he feels like it.

Noelia smiled, a dirty smile, and lowered her eyes to Ramón’s fly, where the bulge was obvious, thick and throbbing beneath the fabric.

—He’s a good guy… but it’s true that sometimes I get bored. He leaves me frustrated. He comes in two minutes and falls asleep.

—You get bored?—Ramón slipped a hand beneath the table. Without preamble, he grabbed her knee and moved upward, squeezing the firm flesh of her thigh. —I’ll cure your boredom in five minutes, sweetheart. I’ll leave your cunt trembling for a week. You won’t even be able to sit down.

His rough fingers climbed boldly up the inside of her thigh until they found the hot edge of her jeans. He pressed his thumb against the seam, right where the opening showed, and felt the dampness seeping through the fabric.

—Fuck, you’re dripping—he whispered with a wolfish grin. —You’ve already soaked those jeans, you slut.

She gasped when his rough fingers squeezed harder, his thumb moving in small circles over her clitoris through the denim. Her body jerked in an involuntary spasm.

—Ramón…—she whispered. —Daniel’s coming.

He withdrew his hand, but first gave her a possessive squeeze, almost painful, burying his fingers between her legs as if marking his territory. He brought his fingers to his nose, smelled them leisurely, and smiled.

—We’ll continue later. There’s a lot of road left. And tonight I’m going to split you in two.

***

They reached the border area after night had fully fallen. Ramón decided to stop in a dark, empty lot far from the lights of the main gas station, claiming that “you sleep more peacefully there.” The truth was that he wanted darkness and privacy.

Daniel was exhausted. The wine with lunch and the rattling ride had knocked him out, and none of them was hungry after the midday feast. Skipping dinner was a unanimous decision.

—Time for bed, you two—Ramón said, switching off the engine. Silence settled over the countryside like a blanket. —We’ll cross tomorrow.

—How are we arranging ourselves?—Daniel yawned.

—You recline the passenger seat and you’re set; it’s the most comfortable—Ramón lied. —Noelia and I will manage in the back, in the bunk. It’s wide. The other cot’s full of toolboxes. And you’re too tall; you can’t fit those legs in there. She’s tiny, so she’ll fit nicely against the wall. I’m not going to eat your girlfriend, kid.

—It’s fine, Daniel—she quickly interrupted. —I’ll sleep dressed and that’s that.

Daniel, too tired to argue and trusting his family’s good faith, accepted reluctantly. He settled into the seat, covered himself with a jacket, and ten minutes later was snoring.

Ramón drew the curtains separating the driving area from the bunk, but left a slit open, just enough to see his nephew’s silhouette. That excited him: knowing the rightful owner was two yards away, unconscious, while he prepared to steal his property and fuck her until he broke her.

He took off his T-shirt. The smell of sweat filled the tiny space. Noelia was sitting on the bed with her legs drawn up, watching him. Her nipples showed hard beneath the tank top, and she could feel the wet pulse between her thighs.

—Are you going to sleep dressed like that?—he asked in a hoarse whisper.

—The truth is, I’m starting to feel hot…—she said, trembling.

—Then take it off. There’s no room for modesty here.

Ramón did not wait. He lunged at her, not like a lover but like a predator. He shoved her against the mattress and went for her mouth. The kiss was brutal: tongue, saliva, teeth, the taste of tobacco and pent-up desire. He bit her lower lip until she let out a moan, then thrust his entire tongue into her mouth, choking her. Noelia answered with the same fury, digging her nails into his broad back.

With one sharp tug he ripped the tank top over her head. Her small, pert tits were exposed, her pink nipples hard as little stones. He seized them in both claws, squeezing almost brutally, and set about sucking them, tugging the nipples with his teeth until she arched.

—Fuck, they’re so good… so nice and hard—he growled, licking and biting. —And there’s your boyfriend, snoring away, not knowing I’m eating his girl’s tits.

—Fuck, you’re so good—he growled against her neck, while his rough hands yanked down her jeans, dragging her panties down with them. An intense smell of wet cunt filled the bunk. Noelia was shaved, her sex swollen and glistening with moisture, her inner lips peeking out, juicy and open.

—Fuck, look at this little cunt. It’s dripping—Ramón panted, running a whole finger along her slit and then bringing it to his mouth. —You taste like heaven, you slut.

—Ramón… Daniel’s right there…—she moaned, but spread her legs even wider, offering herself.

—Fuck him. Let him learn.

He grabbed her thighs and forced them apart with brute strength, then buried his face between them. He was not gentle. He ate her with voracious, noisy hunger, his broad tongue working along the entire length of her cunt, moving up and down, plunging between her lips, flicking the clitoris with its tip and then wrapping around it completely, sucking it as if it were candy. His beard scraped the insides of her thighs, leaving red marks. His rough hands squeezed her ass, spreading it, and one of his fingers began to toy with her asshole, pressing without entering yet.

Noelia had to bite her fist to keep from screaming. The sounds of saliva, lips slurping, tongue moving in and out of her cunt, and muffled moans filled the rear of the cab.

—You taste so good, fuck… you’ve got such a tight little cunt—he murmured between licks. —This cunt needs a proper cock, not your boyfriend’s piece of crap.

He lifted his head for a second, his beard soaked and glistening up to his cheeks, and looked through the slit in the curtain. Daniel was still asleep, oblivious to everything, his mouth hanging open. The sight aroused him more than anything in the world. He went back to work, sucking hard on her swollen clitoris, giving it little lashes with his tongue, and Noelia arched her back in a silent, violent orgasm that left her breathless, her legs trembling around her uncle’s head.

He did not stop. He inserted two fingers, then three at once, searching deep with such force that the bunk’s frame creaked. His fingers went in up to the knuckles, curling upward and pressing that inner spot that made her thrash like a fish out of water. Her cunt sloshed, so wet that the moist sound could be heard with every thrust of his hand.

—Look at your slutty little cunt pouring out—he hissed. —You’re getting my hand all messy.

She tried to smother another scream against her hand, but the assault was too much. The combination of his tongue scraping her clitoris, bites on her thighs, three thick fingers pumping in and out violently, and now his thumb finding her asshole and pressing firmly, drove her over the edge for the second time, until she buried her face in the pillow so her boyfriend would not hear that final sob of exhausted pleasure. Her cunt clenched around his fingers in spasms, expelling a hot little squirt that soaked Ramón’s wrist.

—Fuck, you pissed all over me, you slut… you came in streams—he laughed, his hand glistening to the elbow. —I’m going to have to teach you some control.

Ramón sat up, panting, his face shining and his beard sticky. He felt like king of the world.

—Now it’s your turn—he said, and it was not a request.

He got onto his knees, his head brushing the cab ceiling, and pulled down his underwear. What emerged left Noelia staring wide-eyed. Ramón was not merely a big man: he was endowed in an intimidating, almost grotesque way, a dark cock as thick as his wrist, swollen veins running up the shaft and a purple, gleaming glans hanging heavily between his legs. A pair of enormous, hairy balls swung beneath it. It was the kind of thing rarely seen outside the most extreme pornography.

She swallowed, and the sound was audible. Suddenly, arousal gave way to a primal fear. That was not going to fit in her mouth. That was not going to fit in her cunt.

—Do you like it?—he asked with a smug smile, gripping his cock at the base and shaking it so she could see its weight and thickness. —It’s all yours. But treat it with respect; it’s got a bad temper.

—My God…—she stammered, backing against the wall. —I don’t know if I can…

—Are you backing out now? You’ve been asking for trouble all trip. —He moved closer, thrusting his hips toward her face. The tip of his glans brushed her lips, leaving a glistening trail of precum. —Open your mouth. Wide. And stick out that little tongue.

Noelia obeyed, driven by a mixture of terror and lust she could not control. She parted her lips as wide as she could and stuck out her tongue. Ramón slid his cock over it, smearing it with precum, then slowly began feeding the head into her mouth, forcing her to open wider than she was used to. Her lips stretched tightly around the glans, turning whitish.

—That’s it, good girl… suck it properly, soak it with that little mouth—he panted, sinking another couple of fingers into her. —Fuck, you’re so hot inside.

She began to move, sucking, wrapping her tongue around the glans and tightening her lips around the shaft. With both hands she could barely encompass it. She lowered her mouth as far as she could, but gagged as soon as the glans touched the back of her palate. She pulled away coughing, strings of saliva hanging from her chin down to his cock.

—No, no… that’s not how you do it—Ramón growled, grabbing her dyed hair with both hands. —I’ll teach you. Relax your throat and hold on.

The trucker had no mercy: he held her by the hair and set the pace, thrusting and using her mouth as if it were a cunt. His cock drove in and out, striking the back of her throat and forcing loud gags from her. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, streaming down onto her bare tits and wetting her nipples. Her chin gleamed.

—That’s it, that’s it, swallow it all, you slut… fuck, what a throat you’ve got!—he panted, glancing toward the curtain. —Look at you sucking your uncle’s cock while he sleeps with the angels. You’re a little pervert, Noelia. You like having it filled with man, huh? You like getting your mouth fucked the way he ought to fuck you.

He pulled his cock out for a second, red and wet with saliva and spit, and rubbed it across her face, her cheeks, her closed eyes, marking her. Then he slapped her cheek with it, the heavy flesh of his cock leaving glistening smears on her skin.

—Look how pretty you are with your uncle’s cock all over your face—he whispered with a cruel laugh. —Now the balls. Suck them.

He lifted his cock and pushed her face against his balls. Noelia took them into her mouth, one at a time, sucking and licking them, while he continued rubbing his cock across her forehead and hair. The smell of a man, of sweat, of a hard-case who had not showered in hours, made her dizzy and even hornier. With one hand she reached for her cunt and began masturbating while she sucked his balls.

—This slut’s touching herself while she sucks my balls—he observed, chuckling softly. —You’re lost, sweetheart. You belong in an institution.

He hauled her up by the hair and put his cock back in her mouth. This time it was worse. He gripped her head with both hands and began fucking her with rhythmic, deep thrusts, not letting her breathe. He sank in until her nose hit his pubic hair. He stayed buried there for two or three seconds, feeling her throat contract around his glans, then withdrew just enough for her to gulp in a breath before driving it back down to her guts.

The filthy words, the degradation, the size in her throat, the humiliation of kneeling there sucking her boyfriend’s uncle while the poor kid snored two yards away… Tears sprang to her eyes, smearing her mascara, but she could not stop. Her cunt was dripping again, her hand rubbing her clitoris desperately. He pulled her hair harder every time she sought a millimeter of air, enjoying that silent humiliation only a few feet from his sleeping nephew.

—Don’t stop… I’m going to come—he warned, tensing his entire body, the veins in his neck standing out. —I’m going to come in that cocksucker’s mouth, and you’re going to swallow it all, hear me? All of it.

He delivered three, four, five final thrusts, brutal ones, burying himself to the root, and came with a guttural growl, a thick, hot torrent that suddenly filled her mouth. Noelia felt his cock spasm against her tongue, hot lashes shooting into the back of her throat, one after another, more and more, a stream that seemed never to end. She had to swallow and swallow, feeling the thick cum slide down her esophagus, dense and salty, with that strong taste of a mature man. It overflowed from the corners of her mouth, white and lumpy, staining her chin and dripping onto her tits.

He held her close, his cock buried in her mouth, until the last drop, forcing her to suck and clean it with her tongue. Only then did he let her go.

—Show me—he ordered, gripping her chin. —Open your mouth. Show me what’s left.

Noelia obediently opened it. A thick little pool of semen still lay on her tongue, white against the pink.

—Now swallow it. All of it. Let me watch.

She swallowed, her Adam’s apple rising and falling in that battered throat, and stuck out her clean tongue. Ramón smiled with satisfaction, ran his thumb along the corner of her mouth to collect what had escaped, and put it into her mouth so she could suck that up too.

—That’s how I like it. Not a drop wasted.

She fell backward, coughing, her eyes tearful and her face marked with semen, saliva, and smeared mascara. She felt dirty, used, broken… and strangely alive. Her cunt still throbbed, swollen and needy. She wiped herself as best she could with the sheet and curled up in the farthest corner of the bed, watching him with a mixture of awe and dread. She almost regretted waking that animal. Almost.

Ramón searched for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, lit one, and took a deep drag. He exhaled the smoke toward the ceiling. The orange ember glowed in the darkness like the devil’s eye. His cock, still half-hard, thick and gleaming, hung heavily between his spread legs.

—Get some sleep, sweetheart—he said in a hoarse, satisfied voice. —And pray I pass out before this gets excited again. Because if I get hard again, I’m putting it in your cunt and your ass tonight, and your boyfriend can wake up if he has to.

From the passenger seat, a snore from Daniel broke the silence. Ramón let out a malicious little laugh, took another drag, and closed his eyes, feeling like the master of the road.