Demands of a Racing Life --------------------------------- It was a cool October's day at Alabama's Talladega Superspeedway. That was my excuse at least for watching the race from Jeremy's trailer - a perk of being the girlfriend, I can watch from wherever I like just about. My real reason however, was that my baby was sick, much too sick to be racing, and I didn't want his crew to see how worried I was about him, wouldn't be good for their morale. That stubborn Southerner just had to race, gods forbid he should show any weakness and stay out to rest. The doctor told him he was 'ok' to drive, that he really should rest, but it wasn't likely to kill him to race. Of course Jeremy took that as a sounding endorsement. Stubborn, foolish man! Oh, just thinking about it makes my blood boil! Forty-four stock car engines suddenly roared to life, filling the trailer with their thunder - the race was about to start. I settled in to watch the race hoping I was wrong about how sick he was. I turned up the volume on the radio with a smile; I never could get enough of that sound - 44 powerful engines roaring - like pure testosterone flowing over me. I grinned as I thought about something Jeremy said to me before he took me to my first race, "If you get it, you can't help but love it, and if you don't, you'll never understand," little did he know much I loved the sport, but that's not the kind of thing you tell a driver on your third date with him, they have big enough egos as it is. Everything but the race fell away, as I watched with fascination and excitement. 44 men, 44 powerful cars, 44 engines straining to keep up with the ambitions of their drivers, all on a two and two-thirds mile track; gods I love NASCAR. Time slipped by as I got into the rhythm of the race, my whole body responded to the constant roar of the cars, my arousal climbed with every lap, I could feel my sex and nipples tingle with desire. The sights and sounds of the race lulled my mind, and the ache between my legs became almost unbearable, I just had to touch. I slipped my hand into my jeans and found my smooth lips puffy and slick with desire. I moaned softly and spread my legs further apart. My fingers caressed my lips, gently teasing them. I shook my head as I tried to clear my mind and focus on the race. My baby was doing well, up to 9th from 13th, maybe he isn't so sick after all I thought looking at the last lap standings on the TV screen. Once again my eyes were glued to the TV screen, the roar of the cars filled my ears, and all I could think about was the aching need between my legs. It's the roar; I just love the roar of stock cars, so powerful, so raw. My hand slipped into my pants again, this time my fingers found my hard, little clit and began to gently rub it. Primal lust overtook me. All I could think about was fucking, about having a nice hard cock rammed into my hungry pussy. "There's a caution flag at lap 25 - " I heard the commentator say, drawing my attention back to the race. My eyes flashed to the TV screen, "oh god, oh god, oh god," I breathed looking for the wreck as my heart pounded in my chest, "I should never have let him race..." I said, mad at myself. I sighed with relief seeing that it wasn't my baby that got in a wreck - Labonte blew a right front and rubber went everywhere hence the caution flag. Well at least he's not hurt. No one is. I saw my baby drive down pit row as it came open, "Good I'm sure he needs some more fluids," I said aloud but thought nothing more of it, I was too busy watching the race on pit row. Pit crews really are an amazing bunch I thought, trying to calm my nerves. 14.8 seconds, not bad, not bad, 14.6 seconds, that's good, ooo, 13.9 now that's ~really~ good, I thought watching the pit crews of the 3 leading drivers race to get their car off pit lane first. "Jeremy Mayfield is out of the race, having finally succumb to the flu he has been battling all weekend long." I heard the announcer say, and somehow got the feeling he was mentioning it for the second time. Aw, my poor baby! He really doesn't need another DNF this year; he must be in really bad shape. I better get down there, I thought as I straightened my clothes, trying to look presentable. I blushed thinking about what I was just doing as I fixed my hair, but I put my game face on as I stepped put of the trailer. By the time I got to the garage Jeremy had already gotten out of the car. Red-faced, his suit half open, his eyes half shut, he sat slouched in a chair watching his crew pack everything up. My poor brave man! Oh, he looks so awful! Look at him! He's all hot and sweaty and dirty and ~very~ tired looking. His fever certainly got the better of him I thought to myself, my worry written all over my face. "Baby, are you alright?" I asked him softly, bending down so that my mouth was close to his ear. Jeremy put his game face on and lied unconvincingly, "Sure babe, I'm fine. I just wasn't up to racin' is all." "mmm hmm..." I said with a smile, knowing full well he'd have to be half-dead to get out of that car. "Has he seen the medics? Have the docs given him the okay to get outta here? Or should I take him to the hospital?" All these questions I directed at his crew chief instead of him, I knew my worry for Jeremy would make ~his~ answers evasive. Dave gave short pert answers as always, "Yes, yes, they've seen him, he just needs rest. Take him home Mel, we can manage." Then looking at his driver he said, "Let her pamper you! You deserve it! Now go get some rest and we'll talk in the morning." With a weak smile he nodded in agreement, and leaned on me as we left. Damn good thing I used the golf cart on my way over here I thought to myself, he would never have made it walking all the way back to our trailer. Wordlessly, I slid my sick man into the passenger seat and for the first time ever I drove him somewhere. "I can't believe I let you drive," he said as we arrived at the trailer. "I can't believe I let *you* drive!" I responded with a smirk, and then helped him inside. Once inside I led him to the nearest chair, "Can you stand while I get this off you?" I asked already pulling his suit off his shoulders. He nodded slightly, standing on wobbly legs in front of me. "I'm not a baby, I can undress myself you know." He told me, but his voice showed the weakness he refused to admit to. "Yes, you could love, but why waste your energy? Especially when I'm already half done," I said as I pulled his suit down past his butt. I pushed down on his shoulders and I told him, "Sit baby, let me take car e of you." Bent down in front of him, my legs spread wide as I balanced myself, I untied his shoes, first the right then the left. I blushed brightly as I looked down; the crotch of my jeans was slightly damp! I wonder if he noticed. I looked up at him, but his eyes were closed, he wasn't watching me. I began to feel the coolness of the air on my pussy through the damp denim, making it tingle yet again. Unable to control my need, I rubbed my excited flesh against my jeans making my hips sway slightly while I removed his socks and finished removing his suit. All the while I mumbled at him about getting him out of 'these dirty things'. Race gear really did get dirty. I could feel the heat radiate off his skin as I stripped him to his boxers. My poor man has a bad fever, I thought, full of worry. I looked up at him and said, "You know, the best thing for you hon, would be to soak in a nice hot bath, but since that isn't possible...." Thinking fast I asked, "Do you think you could stand long enough to have a shower love?" "I just wanna lay down," he replied wearily. "Well... How about a sponge bath, eh? I think you'd like that, hon?" I asked as if I was talking to a child. "Yeah, sure, whatever," he responded too tired to care. Happy and eager to help my man, I jumped up and prepared. I quickly laid towels down on the bed and Jeremy looked at me, insulted. "I'm a slob," I explained, as I filled a bowl with hot water and sat a face cloth in it, then I filled another with even hotter soapy water and added a bath puff. "There," I said looking at my preparations as I went over my mental list. I almost felt like mom; being able to take care of someone I love always makes me feel more like real woman, and not just a girl. I helped Jeremy up and I led him to the bed. I could feel his weight as he leaned on me for support, and my naughty mind was reminded of how it feels when he's on top of me, fucking me; it reminded me of his strength and my weakness. I kissed him tenderly on the cheek as I laid him down. Jeremy groaned with the effort and worry filled my face and my heart making me forget my lust. That is, until my gaze followed the length of his body and I saw the bulge in his boxers. He wasn't erect - that would be too much to ask, but the outline of his dick and his balls was unmistakeable. I shook my head to regain focus, and returned to the task at hand. "Are ~you~ alright?" he asked, watching me intently now. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine!" I replied a little too quickly, my cheeks blushing. He looked at me suspiciously and I smiled knowing he'd never guess. "You should drink something. You're likely dehydrated from the race. " I said as I got him a glass of water and helped him steady it while he drank. He has no idea what I do race day. He's always too busy to pay any attention to me and I totally understand that - this is his livelihood after all. I get my kicks alone during the race so by the time he's done his race and sees me, I'm almost normal, ~almost~. I'd always wondered if he noticed that my orgasms were extra violent on race day... Today he interrupted me; I didn't have a chance to 'cop off' yet so my loins were burning with desire for my dear, dear, sick man. Oh, I'm a horrible girlfriend, I thought as I tenderly washed his face, ears, neck, and head, and then rinsed with hot water. I've learned from my own experiences that even though cold water would be logical, very hot water often helps more. My goal was to bring his fever down and make him feel refreshed. Even though he can't get the benefits of the steam a bath would bring, I hoped the heat would do the trick. My hands moved slow and gentle. I grazed his skin with the soapy puff, unsure of how tender he was. I soaped his broad chest with the puff and my hands, unable to resist touching him. "Am I too rough?" I asked, my voice full of concern. His eyes shut, he face looking relaxed, he replied, "No, no, it feels good," his voice was sounding stronger now. I smiled, pleased and washed each arm in turn. I rubbed my hands lovingly over his gorgeous body. His muscles were relaxed, but beautiful nonetheless. I washed his round powerful shoulders, down the smooth curves of his upper arms, and then his forearms. I've always loved his forearms. He has the forearms of a guitar player, strong and defined, I thought with a smile. Finally I washed his large, heavy hands. After I rinsed them, I kissed each hand tenderly, unable to help myself, his hands have brought me hours of ecstasy. I skipped the area where his boxers were and moved right to his thighs. I washed the top, and then lifted his leg, bending his knee, so I could wash the underside. He understood and helped. "Thanks hon," I said. He smiled wryly and said, "I'm not dead - yet." "That's good," I replied. I finished his thighs, rubbing a little higher than necessary on his inner thighs as I rinsed. He didn't even flinch. I looked down at him, his face was just as relaxed as it was before, as if he hadn't noticed my advances. I sighed - a little louder than I meant to. "Something's wrong." He stated, expecting me to explain. Yeah, you're here, but you're not at my disposal, I thought frustrated, but said nothing. I started on his calves, washing gently, and kept my mind on the task at hand, very aware of the silence. "Melissa! What's wrong? You didn't have to do this, you know. I didn't ask." Jeremy said slightly irritated and slightly defensive as he raised himself on his elbows. I looked up from my task and I was shocked to see him almost sitting up. Worry for him filled my heart, and somewhere in the back on my mind I thought, he must be feeling a little better. I rolled the stool I was sitting on over to the head of the bed. I tried to push him back down as I told him, "Lie down! Please baby, you need to rest! Don't worry about me, I'm ~fine~." He *is* feeling a bit better - I can feel him resisting me! Jeremy relented, still protesting, "Something's wrong. I'm sick, not stupid girl." "Never you mind about me. I'll get over it. This is about you. I ~want~ to take care of you, but you're not helping. Now please, let me finish, then we can talk if you still want to." I said trying to appease him. Rolling back to the end of the bed I continued where I had left off. My hands and the puff gently washed his powerful calves. God what beautiful legs he has, I thought drinking in the sight of him. I continued washing his ankles and feet, trying my best not to tickle him. When I was finished, I changed the water in my bowls and asked gently, "Do you have enough strength to sit up while I do your back?" "Of course I do!" He said insulted at the implication he was weak. "I don't want you over doing it more than you already have." I told him, my worry showing through in my voice once again. "You can lean on me if you want," I offered as he sat up slowly. Staring at his neck, I worked my way down his wide shoulders and his spine. I held his chest firmly with my free hand, my fingers spread wide. It was all I could do to keep from caressing his chest, running my fingers through his wonderful chest hair, or pinching his nipples. As I leaned over to wash his far shoulder, I couldn't resist letting the hand holding him lightly brush his nipple, caressing it slightly. It was erect from the cool air and he shivered slightly with my touch. I washed all the way down his back as close to his butt as I dared get, never making eye contact. After rinsing the suds off, I gently dried his back with a spare towel. "You can lie down again hon," I told him, as I eased him down onto the bed. I could feel his eyes on me, searching; it was unusual for me to not make eye contact. I could tell he wasn't sure if I touched him sexually or if the touch was just an accident. "There, now don't you feel better?" I asked, still avoiding his eyes. "Hmm yes," he said, his relaxation evident. I put my hand on his thigh to see if the fever had broke and my eyes fell on his boxers and lingered. I looked up at him my guilt written all over my face. "That was your goal all along, wasn't it baby?" He asked, teasing me. "My primary goal was to make you feel refreshed and cooler," I replied defensively, equivocating. "But it would be a shame not to wash there too," I said sheepishly. "Uh huh, that's what I thought," he said with playful sarcasm. "Well it would!" I said smiling. "Alright. You can have your fun," he said as he pulled his boxers off. I watched him, captivated, the lust that had been burning inside me all day long showing through. Suddenly I was very aware of the roar of the cars outside. Oh god, the race, I thought as I bit my lip, my lust rising even higher. "What's gotten into you?" He asked seeing my obvious lust. "It's what hasn't that's the problem," I said half disappointed, half lustful. "What do you mean?" He asked, his voice void of emotion. "Have you ever wondered what *I* do race day?" I asked him. "What does that have to do with it?" he asked slightly annoyed. "Everything!" I said sweetly, trying to ease his mind. I knew he was thinking the worst, but I also knew he didn't ~really~ believe it - he had to know me better than that. "Haven't you ever wondered? Even once?" I pushed. "I guess I always assumed you watched the race, but now I'm not so sure," he said sounding a little bitter. "Well of course I watch the race hon!" I said as sweetly as I could. He flinched slightly as I brushed his cheek with my hand. He seemed repulsed by me! Boy have I fucked up - this isn't at all what I wanted, I thought, pouting. I took my hand away and sighed full of worry. "I know what you are thinking; I can guess from your reaction, and it's not what I meant, it's not what I meant at all," I said sadly. "Then what the hell ~did~ you mean?!" He asked exasperated. He was still sick, and I was trying his limited patience. "Oh honey, I just meant - " I said then sighed resigning to the fact that I would have to tell him everything, plainly, which would be most embarrassing for me. "I was trying to tell you, without having to say it, what happens to me on race day. During the race that is, with all the cars roaring around the track, I don't know what it is, but then I watch a race, when I ~hear~ it, I get - ~excited~." Jeremy raised an eyebrow. I took his hand and placed it on the wet spot in the crotch of my jeans. As I did this I explained rather quickly, so as not to lose my nerve, "You know, ~excited~. I always take care of it - by myself - during the race, but today you interrupted me!" His eyes widened as he felt the wetness. "Oh how inconsiderate of me," he said in mock regret, grinning. I smiled, relieved, we both were, I could see it in his eyes. "Now you understand..." I said more as a statement than a question. He rubbed his hand into the crotch of my jeans, pushing the seam between my lips. I gasped and whimpered softly. Unable to control myself, I started bucking slowly against his hand, moaning. "I certainly do." He said a little surprised at my wantonness. I ground my sex against his hand and I moaned again, only louder this time. "Good god girl! Are you like this every race day?!?!" he asked truly shocked by me. My lust betrayed me in my voice as I replied, still using his hand for my pleasure, "I am if I watch the race!" "Why have you never told me?" He asked. "What good would it do?" I asked moaning again. "You're always busy when I need you the most," I said. My hand crawled up his thigh and began fondling his cock and balls as I continued, "You know, racin' in all." "But you still should have told me! Christ! Is there anything else I don't' know?!" Jeremy asked still shocked. "Nah, nothing important." I replied smiling. I looked into his eyes, letting him see my lust and took his big hand from my crotch with both of mine. I brought it to my lips and sucked my own cunt juices hungrily off his fingers. "A girl's got to have a few secrets," I said lightly. Then in a more serious tone, while I put his hand down at his side decisively, I said, "Now let me finish what I started." With a mischievous smile, I soaked the facecloth in the hot water, then brought it over his penis and let the hot waster drip onto his sensitive organ. Jeremy inhaled sharply. "Is it too hot?" I asked fearfully, taking the facecloth away. "No, no, it was just a shock is all." He reassured me. "Oh, good," I sighed, relieved and continued to slowly squeeze out the remainder of the water over his cock. Dipping the facecloth again, I covered his dick with it, wrapping the hot fabric around his shaft and gently pulling the facecloth along his length. Flipping the cloth over, I repeated. This time a slight moan escaped his lips. I smiled with satisfaction. I dipped the cloth again, and covered his testicles with it, cupping them in my hand. Ever so slightly I pulled them down while I gently massaged them through the hot fabric. Jeremy squirmed and put a heavy hand on my thigh. Flipping the facecloth, I began under his sac, drawing the hot cloth upward and out over his sac. Setting the cloth down, I got the soapy puff and returned my attention to his dick, which was slightly larger than when I last touched it. I grinned hoping that perhaps I could get fucked by his lovely cock today. I held his dick in my hand and began ever so gently rubbing it with the puff, just barely touching it. I teased the head by tapping it with the soapy puff. Squeezing the puff, I watched the soapy water drip down his dick and his balls. He moaned louder this time, his hand reaching further up my thigh. I gently stroked his shaft, up and down, my grip becoming firmer with each pass. In the same slow fashion, my other hand twirled the puff on the head of his cock, engulfing it in hot, soapy wetness. "Mmmmmm....... I wish all sponge baths were like this." He said in a low, husky voice. "Only for you my love." I said sweetly. Removing the puff, I wiped the head with my other hand on the up stroke, and kissed it tenderly. I looked up into his eyes and smiled. "More." He commanded, pushing his cock against my lips with a hip thrust. I shook my head 'no' as I moved away. "That's not the next step," I explained. "There are steps?!" he asked incredulous. "Well yeah! You know, in general, you finish the sponge bath *before* you molest the patient and I ain't finished yet." I told him, smiling. "Then get to it girl!" He ordered. I tilted my head and nodded. Yes Sir, I thought smiling. Soaking the puff again, I rubbed his balls with it, being gentle yet firm. I washed all around his dick, up into his pubic hair leading to his belly button, being careful not to touch his dick in the process. I wanted to tease him. His body strained, his every movement pleaded for me to touch his dick. He was fully erect now, and in agony. He was also a constant temptation to me, but I resisted - for the moment. I soaked the facecloth, and squeezed it over his dick, then I rinsed his balls massaging as I went. I rinsed above his dick and all around it. My hips had unconsciously started to hump nothing. His hand was inches from my pussy, gripping my thigh in anticipation. I soaked the facecloth again and dripped it over his dick. His excited member pulsed with each drop. I draped the facecloth over his dick and began pumping it slowly but firmly. After a few strokes I removed it - I wanted to touch him. I couldn't hold back any longer. I kissed the head and the shaft all the way to the base. I circled the base with kisses while my one hand fondled the head, and my, other his balls. When I got to his sac I peppered it with kisses. Taking one ball completely into my mouth, I ever so gently grazed the other with a long fingernail, teasing it. I sucked gently on his testicle, my tongue teasing the whole while. He was moaning now, his strong hand gripped my thigh very tightly. I released his testicle and switched. "Oh baby, I love it when you suck my balls," he breathed. I grinned up at him, my eyes full of mischief. My eyes flicked back to his cock, the head of his dick was purplish, engorged with blood, "mmmmmm..." I said looking into his eyes again. I ran my tongue along the slit on the underside of his head and tickled the pee hole. My one hand gripped and released his shaft, pulsing, as I stroked up and down his length. My other hand massaged his balls, rolling them softly. I ran my tongue around the edge of the head and then down the underside, swirling my tongue all the while. I went back up the underside with the flat of my tongue, pressing firmly. I kissed the tip again, and engulfed the head. I held it in my mouth for a moment. He started pumping his hips trying to get me to put the whole thing in my mouth. I smiled up at him, still with the head in my mouth. "Girl, stop teasing me!" He ordered frustrated. Obeying, I quickly let my mouth sink half way down his length. My mouth sucked softly as my tongue squirmed against him. My hand gripped his shaft moving with my head as I went up and down. I let my saliva drip down the shaft lubricating it. I went slowly at first, savouring the feel of his thick cock in my mouth. I increased my speed as I felt his need build, taking more of him into my mouth. I held my lips tight to his shaft, my mouth sucking hard, my tongue glued to the underside of his cock. Two-thirds of the way down his shaft I had to stop taking him in - any more and he'd be half way down my throat, and it wasn't time for that yet. He began to moan almost constantly. His hand was twisting on my thigh, inches from my sex, teasing me almost to distraction. His balls were beginning to tighten - he was going to cum very soon. I kept sucking. I wanted to taste his cum, I wanted it in my mouth, on my face, in my hair, everywhere. "Stop!" He cried out urgently. Without thinking I froze. With only the head in my mouth, I looked up at him. "Didn't you want to use that for another purpose?" he asked gently motioning to his hard cock in my mouth. I nod my head yes, not releasing him. "Well then? I can only cum once today and then I'll be done baby. I ~am ~sick or haven't you noticed?" He asked. His tone was playful but I knew he was right. I popped the head of his cock out of my mouth and wiped my lips with the back of my hand. He pulled me up to his face and kissed me long and hard, his hand on the back on my head holding me tightly. He kissed down my neck, his hands going for the buttons on my shirt. "Here, let me," I said as I pulled my shirt over my head revealing my creamy, full breasts propped up in a white lace bra. "ooo, purty!" He said as he began kissing the tops of my breasts, fondling them. His hand went for the button of my jeans, "Aren't these kinda restrictive?" he asked as he pulled them open. I then realised I'd been rocking my hips the whole time; the rough material had kept my clitoris in a constant state of excitement. Blushing I said, "Actually they're sorta helpful," while I continued to rock against them. He took his finger and ran it along the wet seam at the crotch. A shiver ran through my body. "You're not wearn' any panties are ya?" He asked. I smiled, stood, and turned away, unbuttoning my pants. I pulled them down, bending at the hips, exposing my puffy, wet, hairless lips, just inches from his face. He couldn't resist such an inviting sight. He ran his tongue up my slit towards my ass. I shivered violently. He used his big hands to spread my legs further, opening my pussy slightly. Again and again he licked my slit, going deeper each time. He was millimetres from my clit, but he never touched it. He just ran his tongue along the smooth skin below it all the way to my asshole. It drove me wild. Wave after wave of pleasure went through my body, the only relief I got was agony - when he didn't touch me. I pushed my ass towards his tongue. His every touch was orgasmic. "Oh Jeremy! Oh god... Oh Jeremy...." I breathed. My hands were on my knees, trying to steady myself as I shook uncontrolably. "You have to stop, I'm going to pass out," I said weakly. "Then pass out. We'll finish when you wake up" he said then licked me again. "Oh Jeremy, pleaeese! Pleeeease stop." I begged, almost crying. "Alright, Climb on up then." He said as he patted the bed. I looked at him confused by his meaning. "Get that lovely ass up here and I'll do a right proper job of it." He ordered with a smile. I smiled broadly, clapping my hands and squealing like a schoolgirl. "Oh Jeremy your so good to me!" I said as I hopped over to the radio to turn up the volume - I wanted to listen to the race while he worked his magic. I could feel his eyes on me watching me as I went, he made my skin tingle with excitement. "I wanna hear the roar," I explained as I got up on the bed. My knees in his armpits, I leaned my pussy up over his face. I was so wet I actually dripped on him. I clung to the wall with my hands, trying to steady myself. "Heaven!" He breathed, looking up at my open pussy. He kissed my bare lips, then my tuft of hair on my pubic mound. I moaned at his touch. My hips started to buck but he grabbed my ass forcing me to be still. He licked a long line from my vagina to my clitoris, but not touching it. He kissed around my clit, in slow circles, before finally kissing it. I inhaled sharply. He rested his tongue on my clit and held me in place tightly with his strong hands. I whined, trying to move. He waited until I stopped struggling, resigned that he had control, then he flicked his tongue against my clit again and again. I whined, trying to buck my hips, but he held me in place. The pleasure was almost too much. I couldn't see for pleasure, but I could ear the race, the deep rumble filled my ears. "Please..." I begged, almost crying in need. Taking pity, he eased his hold. I rocked my hips, grinding my clit into his tongue, harder and harder, whimpering with each pass. I was so close, so close... I started sobbing softly, frustrated that I couldn't get over the edge. Knowing what I needed, he pushed my ass forward with one large hand spread out over both my cheeks. His other hand came forward. His palm applied delicious pressure to my sensitive lips, crushing my clit in the process. His tongue found my vagina. He licked at my entrance lightly, teasing me, as I ground my pussy into his big, strong hand. I moaned, bucking ever more frantically into his hand until my climax hit. I cried out, half a scream, half a moan. My legs squeezed his chest as they instinctually tried to close around him. My hips extended full forward crushing my clit against hand. I dug my fingernails into the wall. My whole body tensed over and over, just as my cunt convulsed around his tongue with each wave of pleasure that flowed through me. He licked my juices up as they poured out of me, driving me to greater heights. As my orgasm slowed he ran his fingernail over my clit and stuck his tongue in me as far as it would go. "Oh Jeremy!" I moaned. He continued grazing my clit with his nail as he penetrated me with his tongue. My body began to shake as another orgasm neared. "oh.. oh... oh fuck!" I breathed out. I was right on the edge and he knew it. This one he wanted me to work for. He went back to my clit with his tongue, circling it slowly, but not touching it. He slipped 1 of his lovely large fingers in my pussy. I gripped it with all my might. He fucked me slowly, rubbing my g-spot lightly with his fingertip. He was letting me cool down, but not all the way. I couldn't take it any longer, I whimpered, begging, "More... Please... More..." "More what baby?" He asked grinning up at me, his face shiny with my cum. "Moooore..." I whined. My eyes locked with his, I worked my pc muscles gripping and releasing his finger as I continued to beg, "Please Jeremy, please. Fill my cunt. I want to feel your fingers inside me. I want to feel full. Please. Please. Add another finger. Fuck me. Please. Use your fingers and fuck me. Please. ~Please~." "mmm... Fuck girl... I love it when you beg!" He said as he added a second finger inside me. Looking down into his eyes, I moaned, gripping his fingers as tightly as I could. He brought me to the edge of orgasm and then let it subside, over and over. He added a third and a fourth finger as he teased me this way. Finally, I could take no more. I begged him to let me cum, "Please baby! Please! I need it! Pleeeeease! Oh gods Jeremy, please, please! Make me cum, pleeeeeeeease, please! " I gripped the wall, the race in my ears heightening my excitement. I was almost crying in my need. Having mercy on me, Jeremy pushed his four fingers hard into me, stretching my cunt even more. He used his fingertips inside me to pound my g-spot hard as his tongue worked my clit. I gasped, my cunt clamping down on his fingers. I exploded in orgasm, literally seeing stars. I moaned loudly as I rubbed my cunt into his face. I thought for a second I might suffocate him, but I didn't care - all I cared about was cumming. As the pleasure rippled through my body, I lost control, I couldn't hold myself up - Jeremy had to help me. Orgasm after orgasm washed over me as he continued to lick my swollen, now very sensitive clitoris, while his fingers worked my g-pot and stretched me to my limit. Panting hard, I pleaded with him, "Please stop. Please... ~Please~... I... I can't take... any more. Please! Please Stop! Stop! Stop!" Almost crying, I grabbed him by his hair, and pulled his head away from my cunt. My eyes locked with his, pleading. "Are you sure baby?" He asked softly, reaching out and licking my clit. I flinched at his touch, my body convulsing in unbearable pleasure. "Y... Yes..." I breathed out. He smiled, and slowly removed his fingers from inside me. His hand glistened with my juices. He moaned softly and began licking my cum off his fingers. Exhausted, I crawled down his body, and laid on top of him, resting my head on his chest. He draped his arm over me, his hand rubbing my ass lovingly. "That's my girl. Have a little rest," he said quietly. When I regained my composure I looked up at him, his face was covered in my cum. I smiled impishly. "Thank you," I said sweetly. I felt his dick against my stomach take notice - he loves it when I use my sweet voice. I crawled towards his face and licked my own cum off. "Mmm.... I taste gooood," I whispered. He laughed soflty, "You're crazy girl!" "That's why you love me, right?" I asked in that same sweet voice as I continued to clean his face with my tongue. His dick twitched again and again he laughed. "Yes, one of the many reasons," he replied taking hold of my chin and kissing me. I snaked my tongue into his mouth, letting him taste me too. "Are you ready for round 2?" I asked. He answered by kissing me deeply, his tongue searching for mine. Our tongues found each other and danced in our kiss. I melted against him, my wet sex pressed against his hard cock.. His hand massaged my ass, as I began to buck against him. I broke our kiss and started kissing along his strong, masculine jawline. I kissed down his neck, his Adam's apple, the indent at the bottom of his neck, and back to his mouth again. My eyes and my face were full of lust as I told him, in a whisper of need, "I want you IN me. I ~need~ you inside me. I need you." Sitting up, I straddled his hips and positioned my pussy over his cock. Slowly, I lowered myself onto his hard cock, savouring the sensations. I sat still for a moment, his dick completely inside me. My eyes were closed, but there was a smile on my face. It felt so good to be full, full of him, full of his cock. I squeezed him inside me with all my might. I could feel his hands on my thighs, caressing me. His simple touch heightened my excitement. I began to slowly ride his cock up and down with my hands on his abdomen to give me better leverage. My tempo increased and our breathing quickened. I kept my eyes closed tight. I began to finger my clit as I fucked his cock harder and faster. His hands moved to my ass, pulling me down on his cock as he thrust upwards, in the rhythm he wanted. "Open your eyes," Jeremy commanded. Instinctively obeying him; I could hear the authority in his voice. Our eyes locked and his steady gaze almost unnerved me. I whimpered, but didn't break eye contact. "That's better," he said as he brought my head down to him, and kissed me passionately. I stared into Jeremy's eyes seeing my lust mirrored in them. My hands moved either side of his head, holding me up, as I leaned over him. Our lust took over as we began to fuck wildly. The sounds of sex fill our trailer, my wet pussy smacking against his stomach, his hard cock impaling me, our moans as we fucked harder and harder. As we both got closer to orgasm, I began to massage my clit furiously, and a few seconds later my orgasm hit. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, as he continued to fuck me. Losing control, I cried out as my orgasms sent me to another world. The spasms in my cunt were too much for my darling man and he began to cum deep inside me. I could feel his creamy white seed hit deep inside my body and I came again, hitting another orgasmic high. Jeremy impaled me deeply, roaring as he came inside me. "Oh, yes baby, yes! Cum inside me!" I cried. "I want your cum inside me!" I was blinded by pleasure. As my orgasms faded I collapsed on his chest, exhausted. His cock was still inside me, I could feel it getting smaller, but it still felt sooooo good to have him inside me. He kissed the top of my head as he lovingly stroked my moist body. When I regained my composure, I slid off his body and kissed him. "Oh thank you my love! You have *no* idea how much I needed that," I told him. Jeremy smiled weakly at me, "Oh I think I have an idea," he said. I could hear the fatigue in his voice. My lust sated, I realised how inappropriate our pleasure had been. I was riddled with guilt, but it was so worth it. "Rest now my love. You deserve it." I told him as I climbed off the bed. I turned the race down, hoping the lower volume would sooth him into sleeping. "Where are you going?" He asked alarmed. "Well someone has to clean up this mess," I replied looking at his body covered in my juices, then at his cum dripping down my thigh. "Won't take long," I added with a smile. He nodded slowly and closed his eyes. I refilled the bowls I was using earlier with warm water and cleaned him off, then myself - all business this time. When finished I laid back down beside him cuddling up next to his hot body. I smile crossed his lips as he gripped my ass. I rubbed his chest and kissed it, using him as my pillow. I covered us with a light blanket, worried the cool air wouldn't help his condition any - not that what we'd done in the past hour had either...