7 comments/ 306215 views/ 8 favorites Mae By: easylivin She was married fresh out of highschool. Everyone thought that he was beneath her, even though she was from a blue collar family. She was bright, musically talented, and kind of shy. Mae was pretty in a plain kind of way, and the glasses she wore reflected her intelligence. On the otherhand, he was just plain goofy looking with a strange sense of humor. At the wedding, there were many bets about how long this relationship would last. It was over after four years, and two baby boys. Mae was from a fairly extended family. Her brothers were at twelve to fifteen years her senior. Her sister was fourteen years her senior. Mae was a belated accident (probably from an affair her mother had) and naturally was quite alienated from her other siblings. She played by herself growing up, unless her nieces and nephews came to visit. The family seemed to follow the oldest son as he moved around the country until everyone finally settled in SoCal. The oldest nephew was only three years her junior. Harry was the product of Mae's oldest brother and his oriental bride. He had a crush on his aunt since he was five, but like all kids, attitudes change when nearing puberty and Mae definitely pretended he did not exist during this period of her development. When Mae married, Harry was upset, but did his best not to show it. He just continued his education and follow a promising career. Harry's advancements took him to the largest of the west coast cities, but he would continue to visit his family occasionally. One weekend Harry was visiting his mother when his Aunt Mae stopped by. She didn't want to bother her relatives much, but she hadn't been out for so long that she just had to accept an invitation by coworkers to go dancing. Harry's mom decided to babysit for her, and she was extremely grateful. Harry hadn't seen Mae for about seven years, and when he looked at her, his crush washed over him like no time had passed. Mae still had mousey blond hair with some highlights. At five foot two and one hundred and fifteen pounds, she was built just perfect in Harry's eyes. Her breasts were small, but she had a wonderful ass. She still wore glasses that were generally the same style she had always worn, but slightly upgraded. Her blue eyes had a sad and lost quality to them and when she laughed, it was with a nervous titter. She told Harry's mom she wouldn't be too late and left the name of the nightclub she was going to. When she saw Harry coming around the corner of the hall, Mae was stuck by how handsome he had gotten. His mixed heritage made for a strikingly exotic look. Having been an athlete in school, Harry kept in good shape all his life. He had dark brown hair (almost black), well tanned olive skin and piercing green eyes. At five foot four, he was limited to women who would accept his short stature, but he carried himself well and was a fit and trim one hundred and thrity-five pounds. His build was wiry, but very powerful. Mae commented, "You've grown to be a very hansome young man, Harry." Harry accepted the praise by his secret crush with a shy "Thank you." Mae said she was going to meet some friends. "Would you like to come along?" "Sure," Harry stuttered, "I'll follow you." They left and went to meet Mae's friends. The three women worked at the same hospital as Mae. Her friends were nurses, but Mae worked in administration as a clerk. Mae introduced Harry to her friends and they all commenced to order drinks and dance. Mae did not tell her friends what her relation was to Harry. Throughout the evening Harry danced with Mae's friends and several other women in the nightclub, but only a couple of times with Mae. Her friends commented to her how exotic Harry looked, and asked why he wasn't paying attention to her? Mae said, "He and I are just friends." Harry noticed Mae acting uncomfortable. He decided to make his excuses to Mae's friends and asked Mae to see him outside. They went out together and Harry said, "Thank you for inviting me along. I had fun and it was certainly wonderful seeing you again." Mae slipped Harry her phone number and said to stay in touch, "and by the way, my friends think your very handsome... I do too." She sighed and said, "If you weren't my nephew....." Then she kissed me on the cheek and went back to her friends. We kept in touch over the next couple of years by phone, and I visited Mae a half a dozen times. She had a couple of short lived boyfriends. I noticed that she seemed to draw the bragadocious type that enjoyed belittling her to boost their ego. This upset me immensely. Each time I visited, she would always say, " if only you weren't my nephew..." as we parted. One week, I called Mae to see how she was doing. I told her I was thinking of coming down for the weekend. Mae said, "I sure wish I could get out of town!" I asked her if she wanted to come to visit me this time? "I have the boys." she said. I said "That's okay, we'll go to a theme park." Mae said "Nice offer, but that's too much." Harry answered,"Mae, I make very good money and it's my treat at my discretion." Mae accepted gratefully. Friday night came and I was beside myself to see Mae and the boys. I had a condo and plenty of room. I showed the boys their room, Mae hers, and told them to make themselves at home. Mae and I talked until about one AM. It was certainly nice to talk to each other like adults, with no others around and the boys comfortably asleep. The whole weekend was wonderful. Our relationship seemed to turn a corner very subtly. On Sunday afternoon Mae thanked me for the wonderful time she and the boys had. "I'll be looking forward to seeing you soon." Mae said as she leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. My heart pounded and I wanted to embrace her and reveal my true feelings. A month passed and Mae called. "I'm having a birthday party this weekend for my boyfriend. Can you come?" "Of course, but you sound a little distressed." "He and I aren't getting along too well right now." she told me. I confessed, "I have never liked the way your boyfriends treat you. Lets talk about it when I get there." I suggested. "Okay" she said. When I arrived, the party was in full swing. Mae's boyfriend was already drunk, and he was subtly putting her down. Snide little comments designed to make him feel like a real he man. Mae's friends from the nightclub, that first time we were reaquainted, were there also. They asked Mae when I walked in, " Are you two still friends? Why don't you two get together? He seems so much nicer than the men you've been dating." Mae blushed a deep shade of red that only accentuated her pale freckles and told them it was nice to have a stictly platonic friend for once. "Why ruin a good thing!!!" She dared not give the real explanation! I said hi to the three women and exchanged courteous conversation. All this while, I kept listening to Mae's boyfriend's snide comments. Frustrated, I grabbed Mae and excused us from her friends. We walked outside and went to a nearby park. "Mae, I have been in love with you since I was very small and I certainly do not understand how you get mixed up with these looser types!!!!" I said forcefully. Mae responded,"I know.... I just don't seem to be able to attract anyone like you! If only you weren't my nephew!" Mae started to sob uncontrollably. I held her close and let her get most of it out. I brushed her straight hair back from her face, tilting it back as I did so. I kissed her on the lips. Mae's sobs started to subside and she slowly opened her mouth. We kissed caringly for around fifteen minutes. Mae said, "We better get back to the party before we are noticed missing. Will you spend the night?" I told her,"Only if you tell your boyfriend to get lost and start thinking more of yourself." We walked back to her apartment, stopping several times to enjoy kisses that became more passionate each time we stopped. After twenty minutes, we were right outside her apartment. I had Mae against the wall of her apartment kissing her like no nephew should ever kiss his aunt. We did not seem to care. Mae re-entered the party while I just stood outside for awhile. The music stopped and I heard Mae yell at her boyfriend that he was a louse and she was not going to put up with him anymore. "Get out before I call the cops in five minutes!!" she screamed at him. Her boyfriend and his friends left in shock, having never seen Mae stand up for herself as she had. I went back in after they left and asked Mae's friends what happened to the party? They filled me in while we all helped clean the apartment. Mae told everyone thank you for helping, but she had to pick the kids up from the sitter. Her friends and I left saying goodbye. Mae looked at me questioningly, and I whispered that I would talk to her later. Her friends asked me knowingly, "Where did you go for awhile?" I told them I was tired of the bullshit and needed a walk. I told them about how Mae and I discussed how all of her boyfriends seemed to be losers that she did not deserve. Her friends and I talked for a good while in the parking lot, as they continuously egged me to take control of Mae, before parting company. They had asked why Mae and I did't get together. I told them truthfully that it would be up to Mae. I drove around for a couple of hours until around eight. I went back to Mae's apartment and she let me in quickly. The kids were asleep and we sat and talked about the events of the day. She said she was extremely tense about the confrontation. I started to massage her neck. She felt wonderful, and smelled delicious!! I started to move down her back. Mae decided to lay down on the sofa while I continued my ministrations. She was purring contentedly. I pulled her blouse off and continued, then her jeans. I rubbed her back and her legs. I could not help myself as I tried to inch my way up her thighs. Mae did not move. My fingers tingled and I desperately hoped that she was tingling also. I listened to her purring still. I unclasped her bra and continued the back rub, moving gently down her sides and brushing the sides of her tantalizing breasts. I moved a little more around the front and Mae bolted upright clutching her bra to herself. She mewed, "No, if only you weren't my nephew!!!!" I said "Okay, Okay!!" Then she leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. She went to her bedroom upstairs and I slept on the couch. The next morning I got dressed and was leaving. I was very suprised when Mae kissed me passionately like we had against the wall of her apartment the previous day. I saw Mae on a more regular basis over the next several months. During this time, all our relatives had passed away or moved to other parts of the country. Mae and I grew closer as a result. Each time I saw Mae, I would spend the night at her apartment. Each time we would kiss passionately when we met and when we departed. Each time I would give her a massage, and each time it ended the same way as the first. Then Mae's birthday came. I called her and told her of making dinner reservations and a little dancing. She was very excited, and so was I. I kept wondering why, because after all,"if only I wasn't her nephew." I picked her up from her place at seven. She was always beautiful in my eyes, but tonight she was more so than ever. We had a wonderful time, a great meal, and romantic dancing. Mae said she has never been treated so well in her life. We left quietly and kissed passionately as always. I knew this was some forbidden fantasy for both of us, and that is all it would amount to. I massaged her as usual and she stopped me as usual. Mae had gone to bed. This was a Sunday night. I couldn't sleep dreaming of her alabaster skin and the clean sweet smell of her. During dinner we had three bottles of wine. Mae was not used to drinking and controlled herself most of the time. Tonight was special though. I had a bit too much also and I was tired of hearing, "if only you weren't my nephew!" I climbed the stairs and slowly closed the boys' bedroom doors. Mae was laying on top of the bed in only her panties. It was a hot night and my lust for her only made me hotter. She looked exquisite. I lowered myself onto her bed to lay next to her. I kissed her forehead, then kissed her eyes. I touched her pert little nose, then kissed her lips. She slowly parted her lips and I inserted my tongue. Love had overwhelmed me. She was my ultimate dream. Mae rolled over on her side, as she groggily awoke, and we were now facing each other. Her eyes were shut, but our kissing increased in passion. I started to kiss her ears and nibble her neck, then returned to the lips I had dreamed of and been teased with forever. Mae's breasts were exposed, a perfect mouthful with large areolas, and I suckled them tenderly. I removed my bikinis and placed her hand on my cock. I had never been as hard as this night. She began to stroke as my precum started to coat her hand. I was in heaven!!! I slipped my hand into her panties and entered her very wet pussy with my finger. I was now massaging the most wonderful warmth possible. I found her clit and slowly increased the pace. Mae's strokes increased with me. Our breathing became heavier and our excitement tried to keep up with our breathing. I needed to fill her with myself. I pulled her panties down and discarded them. I tried to spread her thighs, but she wasn't having any of it. I slipped my knee between her legs and kept working her clit with my fingers. Gradually her hips parted slightly. I rolled Mae onto her back, spreading her hips to accomodate me. I kissed her passionately as my cock touched the entrance to my life time goal. As I entered her, the excitement grew. I thought I couldn't get any harder, but it was happening. Mae broke the kiss and protested, "No, we can't." I was beyond listening. I began to move back and forth. Mae started to grunt. " Ohhh, Noooo, Ohhhhh, Ohhhh, Yesss, Noooooo, Ohhhhhhh." I increased the pace and soon was pounding fully into her cervix. Mae just kept grunting with an occasional NOOOOOOO, but she was responding by pulling me ever deeper into her. Then she told me. "I get pregnant very easily, PULL OUT before you cum!!!!" I kept pounding and Mae kept cumming, juices flowing from her like I had never experienced. Her language suddenly turned to nasty encouragement, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Ohhhh Noooo.!!!!" Her pussy was trying to squeeze the cum out of me. I slowed down until she relaxed a bit. I began pounding her pussy again and her passion increased to a crescendo. Again I let her calm down, and started to pleasure her again. This kept on, always slowing it down before I could cum. We had been fucking for half an hour and I wasn't going to be able to hold off again. The cum was building in me and I HAD to release it. I pulled out, but Mae wasn't ready, saying "Noooooooooooooo" I rammed back into her feeling her contract around my cock and I came and came until there was cum seeping from the blissfull junction of our lovemaking and along the crack of her exquisit ass. We embraced for awhile and caressed each other lovingly. Mae sweetly told me to go back downstairs before the boys awoke. The next morning we all got ready for the new week. We took the kids to school and Mae was giving me a ride back to the apartment parking lot to get my car. The mood in the car was tense and quiet. She definitely wanted to speak to me. After a pregnant (no pun intended) pause, Mae said, "What we did is wrong and can never happen again." I asked " Why does it have to be that way, I love you, and all the kissing and passion through the years leads me to believe you feel the same!!" Mae said adamantly, "We will not do this again, ever!!!!" I said "Mae take the day off, we need to settle this." Mae answered confusedly,"There is nothing to settle!!! Let's not discuss this in the parking lot, Okay?" "Okay" I retorted angrily. We went into her apartment, and I immediately said, "I love you, and we are perfect together. We have been meant for each other since we were born." Mae said, "If that were so, we would not have been related, I kept telling myself, "if only you weren't my nephew."" "I have to go to work now." she said curtly while moving for the door. I blocked her path and said, "One final test and I will never try again, but you have to be totally honest with yourself, Okay?" Mae's heart was unsure, but agreed. I told her to get naked as I started to strip myself. We were in her kitchen and there was not much room to start with. We watched each other undressing and our excitement grew as each piece of clothing was removed. I told Mae to stand in front of me with six inches between us. We looked into each others' eyes, searching our souls for how much love each has for the other. My hands started to move up and down, following her wonderful form, but not touching Mae. She suddenly started to do the same. I began to get harder and my cock rose up to the valley between her perfect legs,just shy of having contact with Mae's pussy. I backed away to avoid contact, looking questioningly for her reaction. Mae looked into herself, never taking her eyes from mine and moved forward until she felt my cockhead nestle between the folds of her womanhood. I handed her the phone wordlessly and she called work to say she wouldn't be able to make it today. She was bent over the counter taking my cock fully as she spoke hesitantly telling her supervisor she was having a hard time catching her breath and would not make it to work. We fucked all that day in every room in her apartment, and on every piece of furniture. We nourished ourselves on every inch of each others body and explored every pleasure we could give our love. It was an obvious fact that Mae's boys would soon be having more siblings. All that day we knew what the consequences of our coupling would be, and were happy about it, manifested by the fact our love making was even more passionate than last night. We cooed, then erupted into nasty phrases trying to egg the other on to greater heights of passion. We alternated between slow loving rythyms and bursts of shear animalistic pounding. It was wonderful that her neighbors were all at work, because we bellowed and screamed our lust while pounding our bodies and furniture against the common walls. Mae and the boys moved to LA and into Harry's condo within two months. That was all the time that Harry and Mae needed to know that their relationship was true and would work. Mae knew that Harry would never again hear "I WISH YOU WEREN'T MY NEPHEW." Mae Goes To Work My company wanted to send me to Denver to take care of a problem at our Denver office. I did not really want to make the trip because I had already spent five of the previous six weeks on the road. I told my boss that I really needed to stay home for a while because of personal problems. He told me three days couldn't possibly make a difference and when I told him that even three hours could make a difference he asked for an explanation. My wife, Mae, had recently celebrated a birthday and was now, as she put it, on the uncomfortable side of forty-five. This might not seem like a major complaint to some, but a few other things, combined with passing forty-five had put Mae down in the dumps. Mae has been a sexy woman all her life and her life has been filled with males coming on to her. Recently, however, she says the wolf whistles have stopped, men no longer pay her any attention and she has come to believe she is old and undesirable. Basically, her self-esteem was going into the toilet. During my last two business trips a couple of events occurred that convinced her that what she was feeling about herself was true. With our own kids grown up and gone and me away on business Mae's main social outlet is her girl friends. She had gone out with them one night, following a bridal shower, and they had stopped at a local lounge for drinks. The lounge had a live band and while all of Mae's friends had been asked to dance at least once, no one had paid any attention to Mae. She had brooded about it for a week and when the same thing happened the following week she just knew she was right - she was old and no longer desirable. It bothered her so much, in fact, that one night she had gone out and tried to get herself picked up, but had no takers. After my last trip I had noticed how cranky and irritable she had become and after bugging her about it she had unloaded her feelings. So, I needed to stay home and spend some time with her - I had to convince her that her life wasn't over. I didn't want to sound like I was overly alarmed, but given the way she was behaving I couldn't rule out suicide if she was left home alone. My boss looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "I don't want this to sound crude, Robert, but you do know, don't you, that there isn't a man in this office who knows Mae who wouldn't take a shot at her if he thought he could get away with it?" I nodded that, yes, I was aware. I knew how desirable she Mae was; after twenty-six years of marriage Mae could still make my blood boil with nothing more than a sidelong glance. "Tell you what I can do" Dave said, "We can use some part-time help here at the office. See if Mae would be interested - it would get her out of the house, give her something to do, and the boys in the office will give her all the wolf whistles she can handle." Mae was a bit reluctant at first since she had been out of the work force for quite a while, but she eventually decided to give it a try. I was in town for her first week on the job and I could see an immediate improvement in her attitude. When I left for a three day trip to Salt Lake City I left feeling that I had nothing more to worry about. I returned from Salt Lake around seven Friday evening and when I got home Mae wasn't there. She got home around ten and I could tell she had been drinking. She told me she had stopped after work for a few drinks with the people from the office and then they had gone to dinner. "Have a good time?" I asked. "Oh yes. Taking this job has really been good for me. I'm glad you are home, Sweetie, cause I'm horny as hell. Race you to bed!" `Boy was she wet when I entered her; she would have fucked all night if I could have stayed with her. Mae was her old self again, but there was a major change in her - she was horny all the time. When I'd get home she would drag me off to the bedroom before I even had a chance to put my suitcase down. She would wake me up in the morning with blowjobs and on one trip I took she drove me to the airport and had me fuck her in the back seat of the car in the parking lot. About a month after Mae starting working for the company I received a promotion to Regional Manager. It came as a complete surprise to me because, even though I had wanted the job, I did not think I was even on the list of those being considered. The new job meant more money, but it also meant more time on the road. At first I was afraid that the promotion was going to cause a problem between Mae and me, but she was now working full-time and she said we would find a way to work things out. Life was good - I was making good money, Mae was happy, and our sex life was fantastic. The only real problem, at least from my standpoint, was that I was spending more time on the road at a time when Mae's sexual appetite seemed to be increasing. Yesterday, Mae drove me to the airport for a 12:30 flight. I kissed her goodbye and told her to keep her 'honey pot' warm for me. She laughed and said, "Warm hell! I'll keep it red hot!" As I sat in the waiting area waiting for my flight to be called, I wondered if I should give up the job and spend more time at home with Mae. We didn't need the extra money and all the sex we were having had me feeling like a kid again. My thoughts were interrupted by an announcement that my flight was going to be delayed for at least forty-five minutes because of a maintenance problem. An hour later they announced an additional delay of an hour and thirty minutes after that they announced that my flight was cancelled. They tried to reroute me on another airline, but I would have had to fly to Chicago, change planes for a flight to Denver, and then change planes again for the flight to Seattle. I decided to wait and go the next day. I caught the shuttle bus back into the city and took a cab to my office. The office was closed for the day, but as long as I was still in town I thought I would get the latest sales figures and review them before going home. I let myself in and as I was going toward my office I heard noises coming from Norm's office. As I got closer the noises turned into voices and I heard "Harder, harder, fuck me harder. Oh God - yes - I love your cock!" "Oho" I thought, "Norm's getting a little on the side. He better hope Naomi (his wife) never comes in on him like this." Curious to see who who he was nailing I crept forward and peeked around the doorjamb - and froze. I was absolutely stunned to see Norm pounding his stiff dick into Mae and from the sounds Mae was making she was loving it. I watched for a good five minutes as Norm fucked my wife and as Mae begged for him to never stop. When finally he did finish and get up from her I was amazed to see Mae dip a finger in her cunt, bring it out covered in sperm, and then take it to her mouth and lick it. Norm put his pants back on and told Mae he would swing by our house later that evening, but Mae told him he couldn't. "Why not? Robert is out of town, right?" "Yes, but you forgot that you asked me to go out with Pettigrew tonight. He's picking me up at seven and by the time he gets through with me you'll have to be home in bed with Naomi." "Damn! You're right. I'd forgotten about that. Well, you be sure to take good care of him - he's one of our best customers. While we are on the subject, can you leave Wednesday open for Gil Howe?" "I don't know. Robert might be home Wednesday night." Norm said, "I'll make a phone call and see that he doesn't get home till Thursday." I was shocked at what I was hearing. My wife was not only fucking my boss, but she was servicing our customers too? I slowly moved away and caught a cab home. I was going to be there when Mae got home. I was sitting in the den with the lights out when I heard Mae come in. I heard her run up the stairs and a minute later the shower started running. I looked at my watch and saw that Pettigrew was due in thirty minutes. I'd had a lot to think about while waiting for her to get home - about us, about the job, but mostly about us and I didn't much like my thoughts. I was very happy with Mae's increased sexual appetite and it was obvious that whatever she was doing on the side was a major part of it. Our personal relationship was not suffering because of her extra curricular activities - on the contrary, we were fucking more now than ever before. Mae always seemed to be very happy to see me when I came home and sorry to see me leave. I guess what I was really asking myself was could I live with what I had just found out? What would happen if I put my foot down and stopped it? The shower stopped and I still sat pondering on what to do. On the one hand I was pissed that Mae was fucking around on me - on the other, I could not put out of my mind the way I had felt watching her fuck Norm. The truth was that it had excited me! I looked at my watch again - five minutes till Pettigrew. I walked upstairs and into the bedroom. Mae was standing in front of the mirror, clad only in nylons, garterbelt, high heels, black lace panties and bra and applying make-up. "My don't we look sexy" I said. Mae was startled and turned to look at me with confusion on her face. "My flight was cancelled" I told her. Just then the doorbell rang and I looked at my watch, "There's Pettigrew - right on time." Mae's face turned ashen. She started to speak, but I held up my hand," I don't know what your plans were. Out to dinner? Dancing? Go to his hotel room or bring him back here? Doesn't matter. This is how it is going to go. You put on your negligee, go down stairs and bring him up here. Then you do what ever he wants while I watch from the closet. After that you go on out on your date. While you're gone I'm going to sit in the den and think about things - us in particular. If he wants more of your pussy give it to him, but make sure that you are home by six a.m. We are going to have a long talk before I leave to catch my flight catch my flight - if I leave to catch a flight." Mae just stood and looked at me. The doorbell rang again. "Go" I said, "We mustn't keep Pettigrew waiting." She took one last look at me and went downstairs to get Pettigrew and I got in the closet and adjusted things so I could get a good view. Mae was back in minutes with a rather nice looking gentleman of about forty (I would have to remember to rib Mae about robbing the cradle) and she cast several nervous glances my way until Petttigrew took over. He slipped her negligee off and stood back to admire the view. Mae did a slow turn in front of him and stepped forward to begin helping him remove his clothes. Once naked, he pushed her back onto the bed and when she sat down he removed her black lace panties, spread her legs and lent down to begin licking her pussy. Mae loves having her cunt eaten and Pettigrew must have known what he was doing because Mae was moaning in less than a minute and had her first orgasm in less than two. Then the two of them settled down for some serious fucking. Mae had two more orgasms while I watched and I could not believe how erotic she looked with her legs up over her shoulders, high heels pointing at the ceiling, while Pettigrew fuck her with hard, fast strokes. Pettigrew took a good ten minutes before he came - I beat him by two, but it was going to cost me a large dry cleaning bill because I shot all over half the stuff in the closet. I had never been so turned on in my life. The two of them dressed, Mae freshened up her lipstick and they left on their date. I watched them from the bedroom window as they climbed into a limo and headed up the street. I sat in my den for hours trying to sort out my thoughts - my emotions were mixed to say the least. I was mad, I was jealous, I was turned on. I had never felt as much lust for my wife as I had felt watching her take Pettigrew into her hot cunt. The sound of a car door slamming woke me up and I looked at the clock - 5:45. The front door opened, closed, and I heard Mae going up the stairs. I got up and followed her; she hesitantly entered the bedroom and when she didn't see me she turned around and gave a start when she saw me behind her. "Take off your dress." She looked at me at me with frightened eyes. "Do it!" I said. She dropped her clutch purse on the floor and pulled her dress off. She was not wearing panties and her bush was matted with cum. "No panties?" "He kept them" came out as a whisper. I pushed her back onto the bed. My cock was already out and as I moved between her legs I said, "Put it in." She looked at me confused. "Put it in. Put my cock into your unfaithful hole." She reached down and guided me into her wet and sloppy cunt and I started to fuck her with slow hard strokes, but the sensation my cock felt in that sperm filled pit soon had me fucking her like a mad man. She was moaning now, not words, but a series of low sounds - almost like low grunts. I fucked harder - I was trying to drive myself straight through her. Her moans became cries of "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Oh God harder harder please fuck me harder." And I did, Lord did I ever, but I could not cum. I was hard as a rock and I craved release, but I could not get off. Mae was hollering "Oh god oh god oh god fuck me oh god fuck me," and her nails were dug in my back, her legs were locked around my hips and she was pushing up at me as hard as I was driving down into her. She had at least two orgasms that I was aware of and probably more that I missed, but I was concentrating solely on my own relief. I could not get the picture of Pettigrew's cock moving in and out of her while her legs kicked in the air out of my mind. It was the image of his final thrust that sent me over the edge. I came so hard that it hurt. For a few moments I held myself steady over Mae as I tried to catch my breath and then I rolled off her. There were several moments of silence before Mae spoke, "Jesus Robert. What got into you?" "What got into me is what's been getting into you!" More silence. "Robert, I..." "No!" I said, "First you tell me about your night. I want to hear it all - step by step." Still more silence. I looked over at her, "Tell me. I want to know." Hesitantly she started to talk. They had gotten into the limo and before they were two blocks away from the house he had her sucking his cock. He had let the partition down so the limo driver could watch in the mirror and he had cum in her mouth just as they reached the restaurant where they were to have dinner. Following a leisurely dinner they had driven to a local nightclub where they had spent several hours drinking and dancing. Then they went to his hotel where he had fucked her twice more. She left the hotel at four-thirty to come home, but halfway home the limo had pulled over and the chauffeur had gotten in back with her. Mae had been somewhat fearful because the chauffeur was a black man and Mae was from a racist family in Alabama, but she had reluctantly sucked his cock and then enthusiastically let him fuck her. She fell quiet as I lay there looking at the ceiling. "How long have you known?" Mae asked me. "Since yesterday when I came back to the office and saw you with Norm. How long has it been going on?" Mae gave a little half smile as she thought back, "Since the first trip you took after I started working." Why?" I asked, "I mean, how did it start?" Mae told me how the people at the office had asked her to join them after work for a drink. She had stopped with them and for a few hours they drank, talked and danced, and pretty soon Mae was the only female left and she was getting all the attention. She'd had a few too many drinks and Toby, one of her co-workers, had suggested they go outside for some fresh air. They had sat in his car and talked for a bit and suddenly they were kissing and the next thing she knew she was giving him a blowjob. Later, back inside the bar, she had a few more drinks and while she was dancing with Ben he asked her if she would go out back with him. At first she had said no, but after a few more drinks and a lot of pleading from the Ben she had said ok and they had gone out to his car. She was sucking his cock when she looked up and saw that the other three guys from work were standing there and watching. She finished sucking off Ben and when he got up another guy made as if to take his place. Mae had said no. She didn't want to get caught giving blowjobs in the parking lot so the guys had driven her home. She told them blowjobs only and they had agreed, but one thing had led to another and they ended up taking turns fucking her. The next day at work it had been business as usual and the guys had treated her as they would have any other co-worker and when they asked her to stop after work for a drink she had declined. At home she had just stepped out of the shower when the doorbell rang. She had answered the door to find Ben, Toby, and Fred standing on the porch with two pizzas and a case of beer. They said they had come to apologize for taking advantage of her when she was too high to know what she was doing, and to ask for forgiveness. She let them in and before an hour was up they were taking turns with her again. The following Monday Norm had asked her to come into his office at the end of the day. He said he had heard that she had developed a good rapport with her fellow workers and she had nodded yes. He then said he didn't want to be left out and they ended up fucking on his desk. The next day he had a couch put in his office and he had fucked her on it every day since and every day since she would stop for drinks after work and usually go home with someone or take someone home with her. Then Norm had asked her for a favor - there was an important client in town for a few days and he was at loose ends - would Mae have dinner with him? She had, and they had ended up in his hotel room - for two days. Norm had asked her for the same favor several more times and always with the same result. Just yesterday Norm had given her a check for $7500; he told her she had been responsible for his landing several lucrative contracts and she should consider the check as either a bonus or a commission. I stared at the ceiling as I considered what she'd told me. I was surprised that I was not furious with her, that I did not feel any jealousy toward my co-workers or Norm. The strongest feeling I had was anger at the job that was keeping me away while all this was going on. But then again, if I had stayed home it never would have happened. "What now?" asked Mae. "What now indeed?" I thought as I sat up in bed. "I have a plane to catch and you have a job to go to. I'll expect you to call me at my hotel and fill me in on the details of your date with Howe" and I headed for the shower. Meagan's Feeldoe Why the hell was I sitting in our bedroom closet, spying on my love. A few moments before, I was looking for some reference material for an illustration I was working on... I needed one of her designer bras. Okay, illustration, I draw erotic illustrations, though some might call it porn. Meagan, my love, is my number one model. When I was rummaging around in her chest of drawers, I found stuff that I had never seen in our bedroom, let alone in our sex games. We are not the inhibited kind, my love and I, we play together, and our play tends to get rough. We use all kinds of toys, though mostly I am the one initiating toy-play. There I stood with toys that I didn't buy, but moreover didn't know about. Dumbfounded at first but then something stirred inside me. If it were dildo's, it wouldn't have surprised me, but a strap-on and one of those dicks that you can put in your cunt with the other end, a strapless...eh...thing. My breath quickened, I felt my cock hardening. Why did she have these things? Why hadn't she used those things on me? I felt a jolt of jealousy. Was she seeing someone else, playing around behind my back? Surprisingly, the thought got me even harder, my sweet beautiful girl had secret cravings that she acted out behind my back. As I stood I felt my dick starting to throb, I just had to stroke my dick, my head spinning. After a couple of wanks I stopped though. Curiosity won over my lust, I simply had to know... Why does she have these things and I haven't seen her use them? When does she actually use them? Are they solo devices, are they used in a secret sex life? Questions were playing leapfrog in my head. I had to get answers. I could get her so worked up that she has to get herself off when she gets home from work. If I am not around to help out, maybe she has an exciting Plan B? Getting her worked up is not too hard, my love Meagan is sexual highly flammable material, she ignites in an instant and if she does she jumps my bones where ever we are. I know how to push her buttons, I've done it before, I text her a couple of times with some sexy scenarios that will make her toes curl. I know that she runs back home, panties soaking wet, up to our bedroom, ready to jump me. Let's see what she does when she can't find me, maybe she just goes down to get a glass of wine...Or better she starts without me and I can see what she is up to?" That last option is what I would like of course, I wrote four or five messages with a bondage type of scenario and send them with 15 minute intervals, then hid in our bedroom closet. She came home and I heard her calling my name... "Sam...Samuel..." She slammed doors, and the she ran up the stairs. Through the slightly opened closet doors I saw that she looked at the bed if I was asleep. She obviously didn't find me there...I sat a few feet away in the closet with a boner that by now was straining to get out of my track pants. I could see that she was contemplating what to do... Then she reached a decision! Bloody hell, my hopes came through... she walked to her chest of drawers, rummaged around in it and then started undressing. Oh my god she was stunning, I see her every day, but every time I am amazed at how beautiful she is. She stood with her back to the door the was hiding me and started undressing. Her skirt fell to the floor and her white shirt followed suit. Her back was shining with perspiration, she obviously had been running in the hurry to jump me. My heart pounded as she turned around to pick up her clothes an put them on the stool next to the bed. If I could see her face could she see mine? My cock jumped at the thought... I obviously was hitting new grounds in my sexuality... Phew..., she turned around, without noticing that the door was slightly ajar. Her hands came to her back as she undid her bra. She put them on the pile of clothes, and stepped out of her panties in the same movement. Meagan didn't step in her bed as I expected, instead she got a pair of pantyhose, sat on the side of our bed and started putting them on. She puts them over her bare pussy, my pure, prim girlfriend puts her nylons over her bare ass... I asked a hundred times to go without panties and who knows, she already done that without me knowing. I had to wank my hard-on, I couldn't resist the urge though I was afraid to lose it before Meagan was finished with whatever she had in mind. Oh that feels good... Stroking myself was like running my hands up her Nylon clad calves and ass-cheeks. Oh, this show was the best I saw in years. Meagan outdid all the porn starlets I jerked of on. Oh... uhnn... I felt pre-come moistening my fingers and foreskin... She stood up to put the nylons hosiery over her perfect cheeks, then she turned... Hhhh...hhhh... hhh... it's crotchless, ohhhh... she's wearing hhhn.. crotchless hosiery... oh fuhhuhhuck... I came, I didn't want to, but I came. Fuck. I wanted to make it last, and I'm not much of a second-timer, I feared this was the end for me. Fuck, she refused to wear crotchless panties all time I asked her, bitch, and now she's wearing them for herself. Oh Meagan you are the hottest girl in town and You're mine..., and she makes me cum prematurely...fuck. The goo ran down my fingers... Carefully I slipped out of my pants and cleaned myself with my boxers. FUCK! Crotchless pantyhose, I had not seen that one coming, obviously! Hopefully she didn't hear me comming either... No, she went on with her things. She put one leg on the bedside stool, like she always does when she applies a tampon. It's such a nonchalant gesture when she does that. Other girlfriends had been prudish about me seeing them launch one, but not her. The only thing was she wasn't a applying a tampon. She was bend over. I could only see her arm move and I guessed she was rubbing her pussy. Her breath got slowly heavier, her sweat-covered back still turned to me... I could see her sphincter move with her breath... Oh, my cock showed signs of life again... What a relief, second round coming up... She took something from the drawer, spread her legs wider. When her hand showed up between her spread legs I saw the contraption, thing, I had discovered this afternoon. With a deep sigh, almost a grunt she stuck the, the.. knob of the strapless thing in her cunt. FUCK this was HOT... I was beyond horny now, the voyeurism, the girlfriend that turned into a strap-on Domme in front of my bulging eyes... They weren't the only thing bulging..., my cock was hurting, longing to be touched... I started stroking my dick again, soft, finger tipped strokes, as I didn't want to come too soon. Fuck, Meagan's butt cheeks shake at a steady pace. What's she doing... The way she was holding her arms she couldn't be strumming her clit, was she stroking her fake cock? Fuck, she was, she had lubed her dong with hand-cream, and was now doing the dong... she shook the way I do when I'm stroking my meat! Then she sat down, I had a front row seat to see her pull at the fake cock... My dick started twitching. My breathing got deeper, orgasm started building... I had cum once so no immanent danger of blowing my wad, but it sure felt good. The slickness of my cum helped lower the friction, lubrication makes a more subtle feeling. Meagan was now stroking the dong, lodged in her vagina, in a fashion that looked almost masculine. Fuck this is hot, if I would see this as a clip on Internet I would think I was looking at a tranny. She really got into stroking her dick. The dong must be rubbing against her clit, maybe even her G-spot, because she started panting heavily. As beads of perspiration formed on her face, so did pre-cum appear on my glans, I couldn't help myself, my hand became a blur as I saw the excitement build on Meagan's face. My butt-hole pulsed as I saw my Dominatrix to be handle that strap-on dildo... I should be sitting on that thing, impaled, looking in her lust-filled eyes. Pinching her sweat-covered titties... and cumming. The cum then drooling from her chin onto her tits. The added slipperiness crossing the rim of her stockings, resting in puddles around my balls. Oh the thought almost made me come again... I didn't want that, I wanted to come with her... She was so enjoying herself, her pelvis rocking in unison with the dildo in her fist, her nipples erect as I had never seen before. She was now covered in sweat... Oh, I could imagine her sweat clench to my chest hairs, as I rode her dildo in my mind... I saw her tilting her head back, thrusting the dildo upwards like a man possessed... My balls were churning up an immense load, as my fist was pulling my dick... Thank God for foreskin... Ohhh, I have to keep quiet, I shouldn't be here, ahhhhh... Ohhhw... uhhh...uhhh... Her nipples vibrated with the movements of her finger on her clit and the slippery hand on the dildo. I had a hard time seeing straight, being on almost there myself, but I saw her head bending even further back, her mouth pointing at the sky... FUUCK she about to come too... Her primordial pose brought me to the brink... Her mouth opened and she let out a growl, scream, as she came as I had never seen her cum in our entire relationship... That's it here it comes... AHHHHHHH... HHHHH... hhhh... Huh... Huh... hhhhmmm... ... The closet door opened in the same instant... cum dripping from my hands. I saw my love standing full frontal in front of me... She was enormous, the dong still protruding from her sex, pointing at my face. Her face went from startled to angry to horny in an instant... I bent over and started giving her dong a blowjob... she looked down at me... Our new sexual future had begun... Maelstrom There was a storm brewing on the distant horizon growing closer with every chill wind. Jason stood at the door to his home watching the dark grey clouds churning themselves into a fury that would be unleashed by night fall if not sooner. It was the third powerful storm in as many weeks, a situation that could only be considered freakish by southern California standards. The last storm to tear through Los Angeles was close to the borders of insanity as far as Jason was concerned. The rain had cascaded down in steady sheets so thick that the hand in front of your face was invisible. This coming storm seemed to have all of the strength that one had and despite the news was claiming this one seemed particularly angry. Normally Jason was the kind of person to ascribe human characteristics to things. Anthropomorphizing was for children and writers. Maybe it was the fact that he'd watched too many sci-fi movies since he'd been trapped in doors for days at a time but it seemed like the storms had certain intelligence to them. The places that could handle the rain weren't getting it, and the freshly burned country side was being battered until mudslides cut power for thousands. Jason wanted to stand in the doorway and stare down the maelstrom. As silly as it sounded he wanted to face down the monster coming to threaten him and his home. Even if he couldn't do anything to stymie the rage preparing to deluge his home it would give him a sense of satisfaction to know that he tried. Instead he did something that might actually make a difference and shoveled sandbags into a wall at the backside of his house guiding the water around his home and down to the street. Jason had spent the morning helping his neighbors do the same thing hoping to guide the water harmlessly around valuables. The sky continued to darken as the clouds made their intentions clear. Before attempting to drown the men and women of Riverside the storm decided to fire off a warning shot that lit the sky and thundered through the homes. It was quickly followed by several more explosions that secured Jason's fear that this wasn't a natural storm. This was a conscious being doing its best to frighten its victims into submission before starting the fight. After fifteen minutes of echoing bluster the storm decided it was time to move onward. It was like a seam had been cut in the heavens. Every drop in the sky erupted from its slit open bladder and pounded the poor earth bound fools to their knees. The sound was nearly as loud as the thunder had been and instead of sudden shouts it was a constant assault. Jason stood near a window watching the road outside turn to a rapidly flowing river. Mud and debris flowed down stream where it would gather in the local park destroying a few of the wood benches in the process while Jason could only watch helplessly. Jason wasn't certain if he was holding a vigil or a wake as the debris grew in size. It wasn't just floating sticks and mud after the first hour of the torrential downpour. There were two drown dogs and what Jason thought was a possum but it was far away and dark, it could have been a rat or a cat. He wasn't really certain what the difference between a possum and an opossum was either. Roofing shingles rode the waves down along with bushes and smaller trees up rooted by the relentless wind. So far the sand bags had held well diverting the worst of the flow away from the homes. A bolt of lightning exploded through the sky and that was the end of electricity on Wilshire Avenue. A few street lights exploded but most people had already made that consensus to the storm shutting down any electronic that plugged into the wall. In the darkness it seemed absurd to keep staring out the windows occasionally checking on the backyard ready to add more sandbags or rush to a neighbor's aid at the slightest hint of trouble. Candlelight had already been flickering in Jason's home. A second bolt of lightning revealed her. He wasn't even certain what he was looking at was alive. He had to wait for a second blast to illuminate the darkness before he was certain about what he was seeing. There was a woman. The water wasn't deep enough to swim in, it more like flailing hoping to find something to grab onto. If Jason had taken even a moment to think about what he was doing things would have turned out differently. The stupidest thing he could do was charge out into the blinding storm and get himself drown as well as the young lady. Even if he'd still found his courage the split second of indecision would have been longer than she could last. Throwing the door open Jason charged out his front door and promptly tripped on the slick concrete skinning his chin at the same time. He scrambled back to his feet shouting, "I'm coming hold on!" At the top of his lungs. There was no way she could hear him over the rain, he could barely hear himself and just a few steps from his house and he was certain he'd drown standing up. The rain was intense enough to bounce off the concrete and back into his face. It was impossible to get back to his feet beneath the pounding fists of the rain so he stayed on all fours like a beast and continued to the street. Pulling himself into the bed of a neighbor's pick up he shaded his eyes and searched for the woman. Just the few seconds it had taken Jason to sprint from his home to the street the waters had managed to carry her more than half the length of the block and every water logged breath he choked into his lungs let her slip farther away. Still running on pure instinct Jason leapt from the truck bed intentionally landing on his backside half swimming half sliding down the street waving his arms and shouting to get her attention. He knew that time wasn't on his side; there was more to it than just him getting to her fast enough. She had to know that someone was coming, that it was going to be alright. Without that she might just give in like Derrick had. The water was deep and fast enough that Jason only got a few bruises slaloming down hill with only his jeans to protect him. The woman was fading fast when he got within reach. She'd stopped pulling herself from the water from desire, it was only instinct that raised her pink haired head up to notice her rescuer and even then she didn't renew the fight. She let her head slump back beneath the water. "No!" Jason grabbed her by the hair wishing there was a kinder way to haul her head above water but there wasn't. Holding her with one hand he grabbed the wheel well of a nearby car and let it sling shot their bodies into the relatively protected spot in front of it. Anchoring himself against the car he threw the limp female form into a fireman's carry and started back up the hill. In the near complete darkness and blinding rain Jason didn't recognize his street. It was just instinct that carried him on. Any other time he would have been certain that he could find his way home from the mail box in the dark but the rain proved that to be little more than masculine boasts. The truth was he was lead home by two things that stood out about his home. The first was something he swore he'd do for the rest of his life when he left home. Leave a candle burning. The other was his door slamming against the wall loud enough to be heard even over the violent storm. Jason dropped the girl onto his soaked carpet and turned his aching muscles towards one last Herculean task. Shutting the door. It was the kind of thing that he'd never thought twice about. He'd never had to struggle to close a door before but this one was being wrested open by hundred mile and hour winds and greased by one thousand gallons per second rain. Jason hadn't screamed since he was thirteen but there was no other word to describe the pained screech that tore free of his contorted face during the final seconds of his battle. "Shit." He grumbled collapsing to his knees. Slumping to all fours he voided his stomach of swallowed rain and sludge. In California the rain had a nasty habit of scrubbing a year worth of crud from the streets and Jason could taste every bit of it. "You okay?" He finally remembered why he'd gone out into that hell and turned to face the pink haired girl. Some combination of the storm, the street and Jason had completely shredded her clothing leaving only a few misplaced spots of mild modesty for her. She wasn't moving when he turned toward her and her skin was blue. Jason grabbed her by the arm and immediately pulled his hand away. She wasn't cold. She wasn't hot either. There wasn't a word in Jason's vocabulary to properly describe her. The closest he could approach was she buzzed. How he hadn't noticed before even in the driving rain was odd. Then she twitched. A sharp inhuman twisting of her spine that allowed her shoulders to nearly align with her ankles. If Jason had had any energy at all he would have moved away but he was too exhausted to do anything but morbidly watch. The woman's entire body contorted snapping loudly until her eyes opened and she gasped for air. Her eyes were unlike anything Jason had ever seen. Bright gold with silver cat like irises that started as narrow slits but quickly expanded to the darkness. Silently her gaze turned toward him and her body relaxed slightly. "You are bleeding." She whispered. The blue skinned pink haired woman moved to her knees and crawled towards Jason. Still exhausted Jason didn't move away when she reached out and brushed her fingers against his cheek to inspect him. Firmly she pushed his head to the side canting her own to watch the blood flowing from his scrapped chin. "You're not human." Jason more mouthed than spoke. He was mildly aware of the pain from his scrapped chin, his hands were in similar shape but the aches of his back and shoulders easily overshadowed the mild sting. The shock of a blue skinned pink haired maiden made all his physical sensations fall by the wayside. "You are also not human." She responded so completely matter of factly that it left no room for debate. An argument over his inherent humanity should have followed. Nothing else should have crossed his mind but the first thoughts, the only thoughts in his head were how beautiful she was. Her soft blue skin was covered, particularly around her cheeks and shoulders in darker blue almost purple freckles. "You are kind." She brushed her fingers across his chin and the pain faded away. "Why did you come to my aid?" Jason couldn't quite draw his attention away from the way her mouth curled around every letter that passed through it. "I had to. You were in trouble." Jason answered. He was more than slightly hypnotized by her. There was a rising fear that the hypnosis was genuine and not imagined but there wasn't a thing that he could do to push down the feeling. She was simply the most incredibly gorgeous creature he'd ever laid eyes upon. "What are you? You aren't human." Coherent thought was still a little ways off for him. "Why does this bother you Jizongen? You are less human than I yet I sense distress in your voice over my lack of humanity." She looked down over herself and smiled slightly. "Do you find my body displeasing?" The alien tore the rest of her clothing away. It wasn't covering anything vital anymore anyway. "Is it because I am unattractive that you are disquieted?" She rose to her feet stretching out languidly like a great cat. "You're beautiful." Jason responded. He still didn't quite have the strength needed to rise to his feet. There was enough left in him to sneeze though. "I need to get out of these wet clothes." He managed. Even in his own mind he wasn't certain if he'd meant that as a come on or not. It was a fact whether he was looking at his health or her body that he needed to strip. "This is fact." The pink haired woman gripped Jason's collar with both hands and tore his wet clothing away with almost no effort. "Do you possess the means to warm us?" The woman asked tilting her head slightly as she posed the question. Her arms crossed over her smallish breasts and shivered slightly. "The temperature here is uncomfortably low." It took Jason a moment to process her words. He was still in the process of catching up with the world but he walked over to his fire place and tossed in a few of the fake logs he kept and lit the fire. "Thank you Jizongen." Jason shivered and scooted closer to the flame as did the pink haired woman. "Okay enough of that. Who are you, what are you and why do you keep calling me Jiz Gen?" Jason chattered unable to keep his shivers out of his speech scooting closer to the fire. "Because you are a Jizongen. Human you are not. Have you never wondered why you are warm?" She reached out and touched her fingers gently to his chest tracing the lines of his abs. Even just the tips of her fingers were enough to send tiny jolts of her trembling energy through him. "Or why you hear stars?" Just as Jason parted his lips to answer he heard sound like a gunshot and felt the house tremble. Bricks, wood and water suddenly rushed down what had been a chimney seconds before and started flooding the living room. "Shit!" Jason leapt to his feet yanking the woman to her feet as well. First he tried the kitchen but the same shot that had destroyed his chimney had also shattered the glass sliding door and mud was starting to build in the kitchen. Still dragging her he stepped into the bathroom. It had no windows and was a close to the center of the house as possible. Stepping inside he shut the door behind them and stuffed towels beneath the door to keep the water out. The extra towels he used to line the bathtub. He hadn't noticed how terrified she was until he felt her arms clamping down around his neck. Her face was buried in his chest while great sobs racked her petite frame. "Shh. It's okay." He rocked her gently trying to convince himself of the lie he was telling her. He couldn't see well almost at all. The bathroom was lit by a scented candle that put off almost no light of its own. In the flickering flame light he could only see that she was trembling. "It's okay." She leaned up to him and pressed her lips desperately to his. For a moment he started to pull away but he couldn't. She made his body hum in a way he couldn't properly describe. The tough guy act he was putting on was still just an act and as bit by bit the storm tore down the physical defenses of his home it was doing the same the emotional ramparts of his soul. He needed her as badly as she needed him and he poured that emotion into his kiss. Everywhere that his flesh touched hers burned deliciously. "Jizongen." She whispered breaking the kiss for a brief moment. Jason's only response was pressing his lips back to hers. Life and death situations are supposed to trigger certain emotions in humans. The adrenaline, the desire to survive, the fear. It overwhelms any rational thought and leaves behind a feeling. There was nothing conscious in either of them when she threw her legs over his waist and sank her body down onto his. Her lavender gaze locked onto his penetrating him to the core. It was every bit as invasive and tangible as his own flesh pushed into her. He could feel it ebb and flow in pace with the fluid rocking of her hips. Jason was in a trance, the same as she was. He didn't want to bring his hands up to palm her breasts. It happened and he became aware of it only when she arched her back and whimpered her approval. No part of him thought of wrapping his lips around her turquoise nipples, it was her hands that guided him there. Greedy lips needy for approval took action without permission. There were words passing between the two. Names. Expressions. Instructions. Desires. Needs. They would have been unintelligible to any observer but the two understood each other perfectly. The words were unnecessary to their communication. Jason could feel what she wanted through her thrumming fingertips and heated skin. She desire she had for him went beyond any mere want. It was a need that drove through her quaking body. It was a prime directive that synchronized their hearts into a single pulsing rhythm. She was glowing. At first Jason thought he was imagining the light that started with her chest and expanded out like a human blush. In Jason's life no woman had ever put off enough heat for him to feel it let alone fear it. The cold from outside was so strong that he pulled her body close basking in her warmth. If the world wasn't frozen around them he would have pulled away but as it was her inferno might be the only thing keeping him alive. Staying inside her was a matter of survival. She made that clear when she clamped her thighs down around his midsection locking him in place. The heat nearly singed his flesh before it returned to normal. The two lovers remained entangled in each other embrace inhaling the vital life force they were both putting off. "I still don't know your name." "You will not know my name Jizongen. I will be gone when the storm passes. Enjoy what you have, while you have it." Those were the last words the two shared.