Chapter 3: Fantasy Fulfilled

Over the following few days Mel escaped into the past, remembering the wonderful slow sex, the loving fuck, the incredible blowjob he and Tracy shared that early Sunday morning. The cuddling, the talking, the touching. Mel especially liked to think of Tracy’s face, laying back on the bed as Mel kissed her, nibbling on her lip, touching his tongue to hers, and feeling Tracy pull him in with her arms as she sucked in his tongue for a more passionate kiss. It all made him smile and think more passionately about the joys life had to offer.

And then there were the things he was trying to escape from: the cookies, Nick, and of course how Tracy had looked at him upon her leaving. He felt crushed, as though God had cursed him and all his luck had melted though the floor. Mel also felt that he could never face Tracy again, but Thursday night he found himself knocking on her door. The car paint had come in and Mel felt no small amount of pride in being able to say he covered over the scrapes and dings so well no law enforcement officer would think twice about her car being under any suspicion. But that’s not why he knocked on the door.

Thankfully Tracy was the one who answered, and rather than slamming the door shut she looked up and smiled, leaned on the door jamb and asked, “So, what’s up?”

“Well, the car, Mel said “I’ve done all I can. Hope you’re ready to register it.”

“Oh yeah, that’s in the works. No problem.”

And with hardly a pause, without apologizing for anything, without even a stutter, Mel went on. “How about doing something tomorrow night? I know a place up in the hills, good steak, though the house band is all country.” Mel let the words fade, waiting for Tracy to pick them up, and to his surprise she did. Tracy smiled, rolled the invitation around in her mind for a second, looked at him sideways and said “Mel, you’re so straight it’s adorable. And I’d love to. Be nice to just enjoy the simple things in life, right?” And that put him back on top of the world. A date, a beautiful date, with steak in the middle and maybe with her all night long. Life really couldn’t get any better. His luck had changed back his way again.

Tracy wore a skirt, reaching to just above her knees, and while stylish and in his favorite color, maroon, it wrapped close and tight to her ass, each cheek showing itself in fine detail, particularly when she walked ahead of him in that bouncy little step of hers. Her top was equally as mesmerizing, a light coat over what seemed like a white silk blouse, but the blouse had a severe cut down the middle that showed as much as it hid. Tracy hardly looked herself, dressed up and ready for the night. And Mel didn’t mind.

The conversation was slow and easy all the way up to the restaurant, though there was one point when he asked her to get off her phone, to stop doing whatever she was doing (texting and reading social media) and she did, but Tracy also made a comment about Mel being as bad as her mother. That shut him up, but she did put her phone away.

At the restaurant, with every piece of tender T-bone he put into his mouth, he could hear and see people reacting to the beauty that was Tracy. Not that she noticed, or rather she chose not to notice, seemingly happy to pick through her salad, talk about the day, and ask more about his work, his life, his likes. Mel was smart enough to not take her interest too seriously, stopping himself at the ten-minute marker when talking about the Chevy he was trying to fix up, and consciously following a list of topics he thought he could get Tracy to talk about. And overall, it was a good time. Simple, and in his mind, wonderful.

As he pulled the truck into his driveway Mel came right out and asked if she’d step in for a glass of wine and maybe stay a while. “Be nice, I’d really like to, but I’ve got an early day tomorrow. Another time, OK?”

Mel’s spirits drooped, but he just smiled and said, “Sure, but let’s make it soon.”

Mel leaned over for a kiss, a deep kiss, a pull in and embrace and a long continuation of that same kiss. He pulled Tracy in and without thinking, acting as though they were already in the house, he began unbuttoning her blouse and trying to pull out Tracy’s bulging chest. The most wonderful part was that Tracy was right there with him, unsnapping the front of her bra, pulling out both breasts and pushing them out for Mel to suck in and tongue.

As he made love to Tracy’s tits, she moved a little closer, trying to bridge the gap between their two bucket seats by pulling up her left knee onto her own seat and trying to move her right leg closer to Mel. The steering wheel didn’t help, and somehow in the meshing together of the two bodies, her hands happened to find and free Mel’s very energized cock from his jeans.

Mel found the seat release and slid all the way back, giving Tracy plenty of room to go down, her lips wrapping around his leaking tip, sucking him in and tonguing his cock in a way that caused Mel to moan out in pleasure. He brought one hand down to play with Tracy’s tits, loving the feel of their flesh in motion as her mouth and bobbing head focused on doing such a wonderful job of fucking his cock. But his other hand went lower, trying to find her twat, slipping under her dress and beyond the edge of her panties. He easily pushed them aside, slipping a couple of fingers deep into the wet furry warmth between her thighs. He didn’t have to do much. Just finding the general region of Tracy’s clit made her shudder, her hips pushing into his hand and seeking some release of her own.

Mel was in heaven. Tracy’s mouth was doing wonderful things to his cock, but the hand he had embedded within her pussy seemed to have another agenda. First he was just pushing up into her twat, rubbing through her slit and stimulating her clit. Then he went deeper, reaching around her thigh and pulling her down, bringing Tracy’s open loins down to the wide knob of the long hard stick shift that separated her seat from his. Losing all focus of what Tracy was trying to do between his legs, Mel concentrated on pulling the panties aside and over the head of the stick, then moved his hand over to the top of her thigh, pushing down, silently guiding her and telling her what to do.

Mel knew that contact was made when Tracy removed her mouth from his cock, sat up and moaned loud and low, slowly lowering her head to his chest. Mel took his one hand away from her bare breast and pushed down on her lower back, selfishly and most insistently having her embed herself as deeply onto the thick wide head of the stick shift as she could.

Tracy whispered out “Mel, slow, go slow.” Mel didn’t push her hard, but his hands did keep up a constant pressure on her back and ass, holding her above and pushing her down onto that part of his truck then sticking up between her legs. Tracy finally said “oh my God” and slumped into his chest, her knees on the floor mats in front of the seats, and her hips level with his cup holders. He slid a hand down her front, down through her bush to feel her out, and there just beyond her clit he felt the hard stick, the base wet with her excitement as she began the rise and fall of her cunt onto the top six inches of the knob and stick.

Mel tried to keep his fingers down deep to finger her clit, but it was a long reach so he just sat up to enjoy the show. He kept one hand on her shoulder, guiding and feeling out her slow bouncing rhythm. His other hand played with Tracy’s breasts, his fingers playing fast across her nipples, his head lowering to kiss her hair and tell her how turned on he was. Tracy was at it for a good five minutes, alone inside her mind, impaled upon an extension of his truck, held within Mel’s arms and rising to a climax that had her screaming into his coat. At the end she was pushing her ass down so hard onto the stick he feared she would hurt herself. She seemed to be crying, sobbing, her body shuddering as she went through the final throes of her orgasm. She finally slowed, moving her hips up and down as though in slow motion, then sitting fully on the stick, her hips and pussy collapsing downwards as her head moved forward, her body pressing into Mel’s chest.

Tracy was like that for a minute, her breath slowing, changing from deep gasps to even breaths, indicating to Mel that she was finally over the wave of pleasure that had consumed her. She eventually pulled herself off the stick, rising slowly, then moving in closer to sit on Mel’s lap, straddling his groin and lowering her head to rest on his shoulder, and with a deep swallow he heard her whisper more to herself than to him, “Oh my god.” Mel was quiet but with one hand on her breast, another on her ass, kissing her head, finally whispering out how incredible she was, meaning he was really turned on with her fucking his truck.

Then Tracy took Mel’s head in her hands and looking at him face to face said, “OK, now that was something. Did you get off on it? Men. You like to watch women do shit like that, don’t you? Never done that before. Now tell me true Mel. How many of your dates have you done that to?”

Mel looked into her eyes, shining in the night, and assured her that she was his first. She shook her head, said something like “fucker.” That’s when Tracy rose up on her knees and ground down into his crotch with her hips and said, “OK, I believe that. Now how about something for you. Let’s go cowboy.”

Mel was ready, and Tracy slowly lowered herself down onto his very hard and ready cock. She was wet, very wet and warm, and Mel was more than a little excited from her sexual play with his Detroit made dildo. They began a hard bouncing fuck, Tracy as much into it as Mel was, bouncing so much they set off the motion detector light on the garage a number of times. But to hell with it. Mel was so happy to be embedded back within the wet folds of Tracy’s cunt he wouldn’t care if the police had shown up.

Then Tracy slowed, rising up off of his cock inch by inch, slowly, then down to grind into his lap before rising up again, slowly. And Mel could feel it, feel her cunt suck him up, as though trying to massage and suck his cock off with hardly a movement of her hips. Up and down, slow, but with Tracy’s pussy stimulating and massaging the head of his cock to such a degree that he finally he couldn’t hold it back any more. He pressed down on her hips, pushed up, began bucking up into Tracy while moaning out his need to cum inside of her. Mel pulled her in close, reveling in the explosive release as he flooded her loins with hard sprays of jism, feeling complete as he emptied himself into her.

Mel was still coming down from the orgasmic high when Tracy collapsed into his chest and said, “Boy I felt that. You must have been saving yourself for me. Pretty good Mel.”

Mel shook his head and in a wavering voice asked, “Tracy, how did you do that. I’ve felt your cunt suck me up when you orgasm, which is incredible, but how did you suck me up, you know, with your pussy by just sitting on me? I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Mel was looking down into Tracy’s face and saw her smile as she said, “Well, you know how some girls can wiggle their ears? Well, I’ve just worked on a different kind of talent.”

Again Mel had to hold back, to not ask about how many cocks she had practiced on, more specifically on the number of guys that had unloaded inside of her. He took a deep breath and in a change of topic with an attempt at humor Mel replied in panting breath, “Well, at least this kept you from giving me a blowjob. I’ll bet your cunt likes the taste of my cum more than your mouth does.”

Tracy looked over at Mel through the dim light and said, “Oh, I don’t know. If you remember I found you pretty tasty last weekend. Really, you’re pretty yummy Mister Mel.” She paused, then took a deep breath and seemed to turn very serious when she said, “Mel, you remember when Nick was pushing his cock in my mouth that night, when you were fucking me from behind.” “Yeah,” said Mel, wondering just where this was going. “Nick didn’t know what he missed. He was so intent on ramming his cock down my throat he never gave me a chance to give him a blowjob like I did you. You know I’m pretty good at it, best birth control a girl can find. Believe it or not I like the taste, or at least don’t hate it like most girls. Kind of sharp and sticky and gross, even you, but when I like a guy, want to know him, then I actually like to lick him off and let him cum in my mouth. I know guys love to fuck a girl’s mouth, so he likes that part, but I also like to know the taste of the men I’m close to. It’s just a part of getting to know them. Kind of weird and really dirty, right? Really dirty. It’s not the kind of thing you can openly talk about, and I would have been fine with giving Nick a suck and swallow, but he never gave me a chance. He was just so intent on getting off, on fucking my face, and with you pounding into my ass from behind, that...” and she left the sentence unfinished.

Mel leaned in for a kiss, ignoring all reference to him but saying “Yeah, that just about sums up everything about Nick, but I want you to know that I’ll always love you Tracy, will always be here for you.” It took a second for it to sink in, that he had said the word “love.” He wasn’t sure how that she would take that, but Tracy pulled Mel close, and into the darkness she said, “That’s sweet Mel. You’re like the opposite of Nick.”

There was a pause, then saying, “Nick’s really selfish, isn’t he? Like, very focused on getting what he wants. He doesn’t hurt people does he, like be violent or shit?” That last part came out of nowhere and Mel wasn’t sure what to say, so he took it as a simple query for fact and he replied truthfully. “No, he’s not a violent kind of guy. But if he wants something it’s best that you not get in his way.” Tracy wouldn’t let it go, asking “Then why are you friends with him? Don’t you get mad at him sometimes?” Mel wanted to drop it, but he did answer, saying “He’s a jerk, but you can trust that he’ll do what he says he’ll do. And I’ve known him since high school. He’s OK once you get used to his ways.”

He left it at that, and after a short while of quiet cuddling, they attempted to untangle themselves. It took a minute, Tracy slowly up off of Mel’s lap, a loud slurping sound filling the cab as his only partially softened cock pulled out of Tracy’s cunt, her pussy lips seemingly reluctant to let Mel go. As she moved back to her own seat, Tracy looked over and saw Mel’s upstanding condition, his cock refusing to fully soften, and she quickly bent back down to wrap her lips around his cock. Mel’s cock hardened in an instant and on instinct he pushed the cum-covered pole up into Tracy’s mouth while trying to be careful and let her choose the depth and motion. She was good, almost as good as the week before, tonguing and cleaning off and swallowing down the remains of what he had just ejaculated into her pussy. Then she really got down to business, licking and sucking his cock into a raging boner, the stimulation almost better than her pussy when overtaken by an orgasm.

Tracy didn’t attempt to do her trick with the deep throat, this time just focusing on giving the perfect suction action to the head of his cock. Her tongue was doing wonderful things to the more sensitive portion of his hood. Tracy’s lips were perfect at keeping up the suction, a hand there to masturbate, it all leading to a wonderful five-minute blow job, of course ending with a second release for Mel. One hand on one of her breasts, another on Tracy’s head, Mel was overwhelmed with the lust-fueled hour he and Tracy had just gone through. Mel had to hold himself back, to keep himself from shoving deep into Tracy’s throat as his cock flooded her mouth, his balls emptying with hard jets of cum down her throat. Mel strained not to shove up, to push her head down into his crotch, but he did hold her head tight and steady until the river of jism flowing out of his cock slowed to a trickle.

It was amazing to Mel that Tracy was able and even willing to swallow his entire load, sucking it down, coughing a few times to clear her throat, then licking and sucking and swallowing the remains of his release long after he thought he was done. “Mmm, pretty good Mel. That was quite a second load you shot out. Hope that takes care of you for the night” gasped Tracy, clearing her throat and then laying her head on his lap, his cock still in tongue’s reach.

“How did I taste?” asked Mel, truly interested in what Tracy would say. “Like a mix of glue and acid, but because it’s you it’s OK, even tasty, though I think some of what I drank down was mine, so I might be biased.” “Stick around until tomorrow and you can try again,” said Mel. “If you really want to know what just you taste like, try the stick shift. That’s all you.” Tracy sat up and put a hand on the stick, then arranged herself so that her head could go down and attempt to wrap her lips and mouth around the wide handle. She did try, licking and sucking the top for a couple of seconds but never able to really fit the wide plastic knob into her mouth. Mel was amazed at her attempt, his cock very interested and rising to a moderate hardness as he watched. “No, no way,” said Tracy, “but you do have one very talented stick shift there. Yum. It did good things to me.”

Tracy then looked around at the surrounding darkness, shivered in the cold that was filling the truck cabin, and quickly said goodbye with a kiss. Mel held her back, needing two things. “First, you’ve got to come over some time. Maybe tomorrow or Sunday night?” With a nod from Tracy he went on to number two. “Your panties. You dropped them on the mat. Don’t mind if I keep them do you?” “Men,” Tracy said with a smirk. Then her facial expression changed, one hand coming down to touch a small puddle of gooey white on the passenger seat. “Sorry about that, I think I leaked, but you know it all belongs to you anyway.” Mel wanted to drag Tracy back into the truck and start another long round of fucking, but she lifted her fingers to her mouth, sucked in and smiled and disappeared into the night. Met sat there for another few minutes. It was cold but he was unwilling to part from one of the most unbelievable sexual highs he had ever experienced. As he pulled Tracy’s pink and white panties up to his face, his mind raced through some of what Tracy had said, and he was troubled. There were too many mentions of Nick, too much that reminded him of Nick, and he could feel his smooth talking friend just outside and looking in, with a smirk, a hand around Tracy’s waist and his mouth against her ear. Mel didn’t want to think it through, and so pushed it back into the dark and focused on brighter days ahead.