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Snake Bite

By: R E THEGN



You can never trust the forecast for mid-May weather in New England. It was actually pleasantly warm. The trees showed signs of new life. Taking a deep breath you could smell spring. What was the line from Tennyson? 'In the spring, a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love'. Chauvinistic, today! What about a young woman's fancy? 

I was working on a project in a small college town. Walking back to the inn after dinner, I approached a group of young people milling in front of a tavern, chattering loudly about this prof or that class, everyone talking at once. No "fancy" thoughts here! 

When I arrived at my room, I decided to finish some work on the business plan that had been formulated during that day. Meetings tend to keep me on the road several days a month and a change from city life was welcomed. The room was warm and the windows were open to catch whatever breeze there was. I moved to the window and below me in the alleyway I saw two people. The lights in my room remained off. If they were playing their game in the alley, I could play voyeur. 

The girl's tee was hiked up to her armpits and her perky breasts were exposed. He was licking her nipples and working a hand down into her pants. I began to feel tightness in mine. Ah....Spring! 

The phone rang...saved by the bell, I think. 

"Hello."

"Bill, it's Harry Tighue. Is it OK with you if we move tomorrow's meeting to 8:30 instead of 9:30. I've got another meeting I'd like to schedule for 11:00."

"No problem, Harry. I'll see you then."

"Fine, I really appreciate it. Good night then."

The bell had saved me. There was another hour or two of work to finish before the meeting. Harry's company was planning an expansion into New York and I was consulting on their building requirements. I reached for my notebook computer and realized there wasn't an Internet connection in the room. I should have known; the switchboard at the front desk probably had antique value. I phoned the desk and was informed that the college library was my only option. The clerk gave me directions.

Ten minutes later, I was set up in a study cubicle deep in the stacks. The jacket came off, tie loosened and after about an hour my back had ladder marks in it from the wooden chair. I was flexing my shoulders and stretching my neck when I saw her in the aisle. She was reaching up to a shelf grappling with a book and her twin peaks were easily outlined through her light sweater. Her skirt was no more than an inch shy of her buttocks. It looked like two puppies romping under a blanket. 

I won't even describe what my cock thought about this except to say that he was very impressed under the elastic of my shorts! 

Then she looked at me. A slight smile at the corners of her mouth....the kind she might give to her father? I attempted to smile back...it was more like a grimace. Then she turned and left the stacks. 

Ten minutes later I left the library and entered the parking lot. There she was, bent over a fender, checking something under the hood. I don't think I had ever seen a chassis built

like this one and I'm not talking about the car. Her skirt dipped into a deep valley separating two tantalizing mounds. 

I approached her and asked if I could help....I knew where the battery was and the carburetor and the hoses. It had to be one of those that was the problem...right?

"Oh, hi," she said. "The car was just serviced last week before I left home. I don't know what the problem is."

"Let me take a look. I'm pretty good with cars. By the way, my name's Bill. What's yours."

"Mine's Mercy," she said. "Do you live around here?"

I explained to her what I was doing in town and after fumbling under the hood for a few minutes, I told her this wasn't going to get fixed tonight. 

"If you like, I can give you a lift home and you can call a garage in the morning." What an ass...like she was really going to get in a car with a tall, dark, handsome stranger, well, actually medium height, graying at the temples and even though I worked out, I did look my age...41, OK 47.

"Uhmmmm, sure, why not, if I'm not going to hold you up."

Was she naïve or just too far removed from security warnings, alarms, and double door locks? 

On the way to her apartment, upperclassmen can live off campus, she told me she was a senior, 21years old. She was a history major with an art minor. Her concentration was on the Roman Empire and the Greek Hellenic periods. She chatted on about her field of study. I was impressed.

I liked her, a lot. She had some good stuff between her ears....in addition to everything else stuffed here and there. OK, so I was getting a little giddy, but I was being very fatherly in attitude toward her.

I turned left as instructed and she told me to pull over about twenty yards up the street. 

" I really appreciate the lift. It would have taken me a half hour to walk,"

"Oh, no problem," I said. "Always willing to help a damsel in distress. Little corny, huh."

"No, I think it's really sweet. Hey, would you like to come up for a drink...a beer or something harder?"

"OK, something harder would be fine." Behave you...we're not discussing you...stay nice and loose and curled up where you belong!

Once inside, she told me that her "roomie" had left early for a long weekend. She was visiting her boyfriend at another college. She fixed the drinks and we sat facing each other in two ratty looking, overstuffed chairs. She told me about her family, her very strict upbringing; her father was a minister in a small town. She talked about her boyfriend, her high school years...the things she did. We laughed and laughed, a giddy high....me right along with her. I told her about my family, my wife had died several years ago, my son, an Air Force flier, my engaged, professional daughter, my work in industrial real estate.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her breasts were beautiful, her legs were...this was not humorous any more. I looked uncomfortable and she could see it. Where were the fatherly thoughts? Time to get back on track! Time to go...that was the right answer.

Don't make yourself look like an idiot....it's been a fun evening for a nice middle-aged man....go, go, go, go.

Her face was glowing, her tits were lickable, her legs were long, rangy, right up to her cunt.....time to go...go..go..go.

I moved out of my chair and sat on the arm of her chair. I leaned over and kissed her lips very lightly. She looked shocked but not annoyed. She stared at me and I continued to look into her light blue eyes. There was no way to guess what thoughts were going through her mind....seconds, minutes passed. I have no idea how much time passed. She moved forward in the chair. I thought she was getting up, but she grabbed my tie and brought me back to her lips...a little stronger this time and her tongue was touching my lips. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into her. We stayed like that for a long time. Our breathing grew heavier. My heart was racing. 

We got out of the chair and she leaned into me, her tits pressed to my chest, her arms around my neck. I knew she could feel my cock pressing into her tummy. I moved my hands to her ass and pulled her further into me. She moaned quietly.

She loosened my tie and pulled it from my collar. She took my hand and moved across the room...to her bedroom, a large futon and a clothes rack...that was it. The only light in the room came from the street and it peeked around closed shades

She started to raise her sweater but I stopped her hands.

"Mercy, I'm not sure this is such a good idea. We're from two different worlds...two different ages."

"Bill, this is what I want. I'm not a virgin, but my experience with my boyfriend is not very satisfying. He's got some growing up to do. Two wet kisses, a finger in my crotch, my panties pulled down, his penis in me half way, he comes on the second push and that's it. The way you kissed me and held me. I've never felt like that before. I'm all tingly....new feelings, nice feelings......Don't go."

I pulled her to me and held her. My mind was racing....21 and 47...47 and 21....this is insane! There's got to be somebody on this campus her age that isn't living in the Stone Age. Other guys must find her attractive, hell, beautiful.

"Why me, Mercy? There are a few hundred guys on this campus.... your age."

"Until now, I've been true to Larry. Plenty of guys have asked me out...but is was always, 'hey, wanna jump in the sack'. That was two minutes after a burger and coke.

Pretty romantic, huh. Like I was walking around without panties with my legs spread. Are all men like that, Bill?"

"No, Mercy." I answered. "When you're older some man will ask you up to see his etchings and then tumble you into bed. That will probably happen until some guy figures its commitment time. But the woman has to be thinking commitment too."

Again she brought her hands to the bottom of her sweater and began raising it and again I took her hands, but this time I moved her arms over her head and I raised the sweater up from her waist, up her chest. She was not wearing a bra and I stared at her tits....no, not tits, breasts. I could think of no adjective to describe them; no words had ever been mouthed to define these breasts. When I removed the sweater and lowered her arms, they were as high and firm as they had been. My hands covered her breasts and the nipples rested in my palms. I couldn't move...I didn't want this moment to end. 

Finally, she moved her hands and began unbuttoning my shirt, pulled it out of my pants, eased it over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then she unbuttoned her skirt and it fell to the floor. She was wearing yellow panties. I stared at her breasts...porcelain skin, fine blue veins just beneath the surface, erect nipples. My eyes moved to her face. She was embarrassed! She quickly performed a ballet-like pirouette and not very gracefully dropped to the futon. I removed the rest of my clothes but left my shorts on and joined her. 

I kissed her lightly and then ran my tongue over her lips. I kissed her nose, her closed eyes. My tongue moved up her neck to her ear and I gently bit her lobe. She purred softly. I ran my wet tongue down her chest until I reached a nipple and closed my lips over it. My tongue drew circles around her nipple and it swelled and pushed back at me.

"Bill, wait, I have to pee," she said.

Talk about a cooling moment. Her timing was unbelievable. As she left the bed, I told her that I didn't have a condom.

"My roommate has some in the medicine cabinet. I'll find them," she replied.

I heard the water flush. I got off the bed, tore off my shorts and pushed open the bathroom door that had not been closed. Her panties were on the floor. She was bent over the sink washing her face. I moved close to her and laid my cock between her cheeks. 

She screamed and then burst out laughing.

"What is that, a rolling pin?" 

"No, it's a thermometer. Just wanted to make sure things didn't cool down."

She laughed again and dashed out of the bathroom.

I saw a packet of condoms on the hamper, picked them up and looked in the medicine cabinet. There was a package of dental floss and I took it with me. The bathroom door remained open and I didn't shut the light. When I got back on the bed she stared at my arm.

"Where did you get that tattoo? It looks like Cleopatra's asp."

I flexed my bicep and the snake danced around the muscle. "That happened one drunken night in New York at a real estate convention. I woke up the next morning and there it was. It hurt like hell."

"Does it bite?," she giggled.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to find out."

She hugged and kissed me... tongue, lips and teeth. Things hadn't cooled down that much. I moved down again and seized a nipple, worried it for about two minutes until it swelled to a nice size. I took a piece of the dental floss and while I stretched the nipple with my teeth, tied a bow around it.

"What are you doing," she asked.

"I like things tied up in neat packages. It's going to stay like that for a long time." 

I then went to work on the other until it was in the same condition. She giggled.

When I sucked as much of her breast as I could into my mouth, she stopped giggling and moaned. I brought one finger to her other nipple and pulsed the tip. My head moved down her chest and I put my tongue into her belly button. She was squirming. I moved farther down and when my tongue touched her hair, she grabbed my head. Her pubic hair was bikini-cut and sparse.

"Where are you going?"

"Just south for the winter. It gets real warm down here"

"Uhmm, Bill?"

When I laid my tongue on her slit I felt her tense up. I was sure the boyfriend had never touched this subject. I moved my tongue up one lip and down the other, not going anywhere near her clitoris. Round and round again and again. Then I touched the tip of her clit and she almost jumped off the bed. She grabbed my head so hard I thought she might rip it off. I went back, round and round. Her clit was large and engorged. I continued round and round each time touching her clit. She was moaning and her pelvis was raised off the bed. Then I sucked her clit into my mouth and she climaxed.

"Oh, my God. Ohhhh! My God!

She was trembling so hard that I moved up and held her tightly. I looked at her and she was staring at the ceiling. She brought her eyes to mine; there was no embarrassment... there was desire. She was hugging me tightly. My cock was throbbing and it pressed into her body. We stayed like that for a long time.

She whispered, "Do you think you should take my temperature?"

In seconds, I was sheathed and moving between her widely spread thighs. My cock ran up and down her slit. She was wet. Her dew was quickly coating the condom. The head found her opening and moved inside. She was hot, swollen and very tight. I'm not unusually thick but I knew this was not going to be easy. I advanced another inch and I realized that she had tensed up. She was feeling pain. I saw it in her face. I waited until she relaxed, rolled to my back and pulled her on top of me, not moving an inch in or out. She was going to work this out herself. She smiled at me. She got the message. 

Inch by inch, she moved down my pole, pain all the way, until I felt her bush touching me. I was pressed to her cervix and it felt like she was sucking me in. She lay on my chest, her breasts pressed into me. I couldn't remember the last time my cock felt so hard. 

Then she moved, not up and down, in or out, but side to side, rubbing her clit against the hair at the root of my cock. She was staring at the wall above my head, her eyes didn't appear focused. I didn't see pain. I saw lust. I wasn't fucking her, she was fucking me! This was not a young girl. This was a young girl changing into a woman right in front of my eyes. I was trembling. My cock was pulsing. I tried to think about anything other than my being in her.

She raised herself and pushed her mons into me and then she screamed and her orgasm ripped through both of us. She dropped down to my chest again, laid her head against my neck, breathing heavily. She gripped my arms tightly. Her ass checks were trembling and I moved my hands to them and massaged them gently. She shivered; she knew that I hadn't come.

"Bill, your snake bit me. I felt like I died and I wasn't coming back!..........No, stay still, just hold me."

We lay quietly for a time. The mercury in my thermometer had dropped but I was still hard and my balls ached. I grasped her hips, lifted her off me and laid her on her back. I wanted her to "die" again. One of the bows had dropped from a nipple, but it was still swollen.

I slipped halfway off the futon and kissed her tummy. I moved a hand to her slit. It was like a swamp. Two fingers invaded her cunt and pumped against the pad beneath her pubis. My ring finger worked against her ass muscle and slowly slipped inside, up to the knuckle. She shook her head no; she was not comfortable with what was happening. I ignored the message. Soon the little guy joined in. 

Two fingers in her cunt, two fingers in her ass, moving slowly in and out, in, out, in, out. She lifted her pelvis trying to move my fingers deeper. I placed my other hand on her 

mons and pulled back toward her stomach. Her clit was a tiny cock engorged with blood. My mouth found it and I sucked it in. She thrashed and moaned, jerking her pelvis, her fingers tearing at the sheets. That moment was here!

I pulled my fingers out of her, turned her over and brought her to her knees. Her shoulders pressed to the bed, her head to the side. I leaned down on the bed. My tongue traced a line from her clit, down hers lips and up to her asshole. The muscle tightened....my fingers spread her cheeks and I kissed her. There was a slight gurgling sound in her throat and then she was panting. I moved up to my knees, brought my cock to her cunt and pushed in, still tight, but very wet and I penetrated until I was buried to the root. My fingers dug into her hips. Her breathing got heavier and her moaning didn't stop. I kept moving in, out, in, out. I saw my cock moving in and out, pulling her lips out and pushing them in. I moved back until the glans almost slipped out and pushed back in, in, out, in, out.

My cock never felt this huge, this swollen. My ball sac was tight. I saw white spots before my eyes. I moved my hand to her clit and it slipped between my fingers. She was close. I could feel the tension. I couldn't breath...pounding, pumping. My cock felt too wet, the heat was stronger... the rubber was torn. I pulled out of her and pushed between her ass checks and I came. Spunk splashing on her back, between her checks, again across her back. Pulsing, coming, jerking, on and on. She was screaming. I was groaning; she never heard me. She collapsed to the bed and I followed her rolling to my side. She spooned against me. A vein throbbed in her neck. The room smelled of sex. The air was still. The snake lay quietly. Time passed. 

"I thought I knew what making love was, Bill, but it was all in my head. I feel like a morning glory blossom at dawn, opening my petals to collect the dew!"

"Mercy, the condom tore. I pulled out as fast as I could but I'm not sure if you're safe."

"It's OK. I'm on the pill. Larry likes to ride bareback, as he calls it. From now on he'll be riding his fist! I'm too much woman for him." She laughed. I didn't. She was! "Uhmmm, Bill, are you safe?"

"Sweetie, I never swim bareass."

She giggled. There was still some little girl in this woman. 

Then she said, "Bill, you are a very naughty boy!"

"You have no idea how naughty, Mercy."

She didn't respond. She probably thought I might tell her or show her!

Her breathing slowed and I knew she was sleeping.

When I opened my eyes, her digital clock read 5:43. My morning "woody" was nestled in her cheeks. I didn't want to move....I wanted to go exploring, but I eased off the futon and walked into the bathroom. I grabbed a wash cloth, soaked it in hot water and removed our dried juices from thigh to navel. I closed my eyes and relived every moment. I pissed in the toilet and it sprayed all over the place. After cleaning the mess, I went back to the bedroom. She was awake, one breast not covered by the sheet, her fingers teasing the nipple that still wore its bow. If I had a camera, I would have captured that vision. Sensual was the only word in my mind. 

"Good early morning. Sleep well?"

"Oh indeed," she answered.

" I've got to get back to the B&B, shower, shave, dress and review my notes for my meeting. Will you be here at 11:00?"

"Yea, milord, no classes on Saturday. But I do have a question," she said very saucily.

"Yeessss."

"Will you bring the serpent and the thermometer?"


Snake Bite Ch. 02



Authors Note: If you haven't read Snake Bite, please read it first for continuity.

Bill called me on Tuesday, asked if I had set a date to leave for New York and I told him Tuesday, June 3rd. He said he'd call me back with flight info and that my ticket would be held at check-in. I objected but he was relentless. The first item on my agenda was to straighten some things out...uh, bad choice of words!

Fourteen hours, 45 minutes, 12 seconds; that was the time we spent together. They were the most thrilling moments of my life. I found myself constantly humming that "oldies" song, 'Cherish is the word that I use to describe...'

When we had talked about my life and my family, he laughed. He envisioned my parents as the couple in Grant Wood's painting 'American Gothic' except that my father, the minister, was dressed in a black suit and high, starched collar. That was my life! We lived in the 19th Century. How does someone live twenty-one years without awareness? Maybe exist is a better word. OK, it wasn't quite that bad, but it was close.

Here I was, a chick just out of its shell. Would I like what I found and adjust to it or want to live it? Bill told me not to worry; I'd be as happy as a pig in...something or other. I asked him if that was a proper comment to make to a young lady! He laughed. Well, he does have a way with words, doesn't he?

Bill had suggested that I not join the "Mile High Club". I giggled and told him that this was a maiden voyage; even the crew was female! My quick retort stopped him cold. I could sense the look on his face, 'Where in hell did she hear of...' 

On June 3, I was on my way. Bill had left a message at the check-in counter; he couldn't leave a meeting at the office but the Company driver would meet me...the third life adjustment! An elderly woman sitting next to me, looked at my face and held my hand most of the way. She told me it 'takes some getting used to' and that she'd been flying since the 19th Century, some of the time on a broomstick. I couldn't stop laughing; she didn't see that much humor in her little joke. 

After saying goodbye to my old friend, I walked through the terminal to the arrivals area and there it was...a placard that read MERCY MAIDEN. 

As I approached the holder, a light blush covering most of my face, he said, "Miss Maiden?"

I laughed and told him that my name was Mercy Maitland.

"Oh," he replied. "The receptionist must have misunderstood!" This time I giggled. He introduced himself, collected my bags and we moved to the car...the biggest, shiniest, dove-gray Mercedes that I had ever seen. The leather was as soft as a baby's bottom, even my bottom. There was a TV and a mini-bar. There was also a frosty bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.

"Miss Maitland, please help yourself to the refreshments."

"Thanks, Henry, but I think I'll just take in the view."

Then he asked, "First to trip to New York?"

"Yes, its overwhelming!"

He said nothing more and I sat wide-mouthed staring out the window. I'd seen pictures of the City but no picture ever captured these views. I think the ride to Bill's office took longer than the plane trip...bumper-to-bumper all the way. Henry phoned and announced our arrival in approximately fifteen minutes. He told me the office was in the Wall Street area. When we arrived at the building, there was another placard, this one in bronze. It read Pitt and Company!

Bill was standing near the front doors conversing with another man and when he spotted the limo, he excused himself. He climbed into the back seat and hugged me tightly.

He whispered, "Mercy, I've missed you."

"Me too you, Bill. Uhmmm, the sign at the airport was kinda embarrassing."

"Oh, the receptionist must have misunderstood!"

"A conspiracy, huh?" He laughed.

"Mr. William, home, sir?"

"Yes Henry and we can drop the formality. Ms. Maitland is not Company business."

"Certainly, Mr. William." 

I giggled. This was really hilarious and getting more so each minute. Bill told me that Henry had worked for the family for 35 years.

Then he quietly said, "When I was a boy, he called me Billy and my brother Brucey. About ten years ago, we were driving with a client and Henry referred to me as 'Billy'. He went ashen! I explained our history to the client and he asked me if I would mind if he called me Billy. We laughed like hell. In private he does call me Billy. However, Henry never got over it; he couldn't make the transition from one scene to another...so, its been Mr. William ever since. Many people have heard the story and all find it amusing, except my bankers. They believe 'Mr. William' shows proper respect, ahem." 

She laughed and said, "Personally, I prefer 'milord'!

"Ah, yes...Perhaps we should add 'and master' to the address."

"Only in your dreams, Billy."

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see."

"Yeah, right."

Henry worked his way uptown while Bill was slowly working his hand up my thigh with my sharp nails digging into his wrist. I had never seen traffic like this and I'm guessing we traveled east and west as much as we traveled north. We were finally on Madison Avenue and Bill referred to this street as one of the great shopping meccas of the world. We turned left and left again and he announced Fifth Avenue, my first view of Central Park. I surmised from Bill's standpoint that he was looking at the most desirable real estate in the City. I looked down at his wrist; he might need stitches.

The car pulled to the curb. Henry opened my door and took my hand as I stepped out. He then collected my bags and we entered the lobby, marble-walled and very tastefully decorated. Behind a reception desk stood a dark, tall hunk!

"Good evening, Mr. Pitt, Henry."

"How are ya, Anthony? Meet Mercy Maitland, my uh...niece. She'll be staying with me for a while."

I stared at Bill! I sensed Anthony staring at me!

"Very nice to meet you, Ms. Maitland."

I couldn't speak; I nodded.

Henry asked, "Would you like help with the bags, Mr. William?"

"No thanks, Henry, we'll manage. See you at 6:30 tomorrow?"

"Very good, sir. Goodnight. Miss Maitland," he nodded.

We moved to the elevator, Bill carried one bag and Anthony had two. I glanced back at the hunk. His mouth was wide open; it wasn't the weight of the bags. What I saw was a most lascivious eyeballing of my ass...the word bottom wouldn't apply! We stepped into the elevator, the door closed with Anthony just standing there. "Uncle Bill, that man was staring at my...ass!"

He laughed and replied, "Mercy, that man has no taste...a true connoisseur would savor the entire palette. Speaking of palettes, he's an artist...not financially successful, but quite good. He doesn't make doo-doo in the building; his salary and very generous tips allows him to live a fine lifestyle. He wouldn't risk it."

"Uhmmm, Bill, not to change the subject, but there are a couple of things we have to discuss...like 'uncle' and 'staying for a while'."

"Mercy, I can solve that issue with two words...Marry me."

I laughed and he joined me.

"And seriously," he added, "We do have some things to discuss."

The elevator stopped at the 35th floor and there were two sets of doors off the foyer. Bill opened the door, I stepped inside...I was speechless! He took my hand and we walked from one room to the next. He was talking but I couldn't focus on his words. It was like turning pages of 'Architectural Digest'. Magnificent, suited to a man's tastes; I wondered how much of "this" was his.

Then he brought me back to focus. His arms were around my waist, hands slowly moving to my bottom cheeks and he pulled me to him until our lips met. I tasted hunger!

He again took my hand and moved to the library; I think that's what he called it. There was Hunter green and dark tan walls, a fireplace, cushy leather sofas, fabric-covered club chairs and a campaign desk and chair.

"Well, milady, time for your welcoming drink in New York?"

I looked at him, smiling. He opened a faux bookcase, took out two crystal flutes, popped in two strawberries and filled them with champagne. He linked his arm with mine, right out of the movies, but with him...the most romantic moment of my life! 

"Mercy, I think its time for our serious discussion."

"Oh, Bill, do you really want to spoil my first romantic moment in New York?" 

"Not really, but here goes. I cancelled your reservation at Jazz On The Park and..."

"You...what?"

"And I added a new line to my phone set...extension 5."

"Bill, I can't live here!"

"Let's just try it out. I think we have the makings of a good team...I'm a dirty, old man and you're just a sexy, sweet thing!"

"Bill, I...I'd feel like a kept woman...your toy!" 

"Mercy...Mercy, you'll never be my kept woman. You'll be my posslq."

"Your what?"

"My posslq...person of opposite sex sharing living quarters!"

"This is impossible...I can't...I can't."

"I recognize that we barely know each other...16 hours, 30 minutes, 8 seconds..."

"You've been counting...too"

Bill poured more champagne, more strawberries. We sat on opposite sofas, staring at each other. This is madness. He's mad! I'm mad! I wonder if insanity runs in my family; I'm sure it does in his. I know it's not just the lovemaking I crave; he's warm, compassionate, romantic, funny...

She's staring at me; she knows my brain is lop-sided! I never thought I'd have the guts to say the things I did and I'm the most outspoken SOB in New York. Shit...shit...shit.

"Bill, I'm starving. Is there any food in your Euro kitchen or is it just a photo set!"

"No, not at all. I'm cooking tonight and you can be my assistant. Can you cut vegetables for a salad?"

"Ha, Ha, Ha! You forget I'm a farm girl."

"Oh, that's right. She was just a farmer's daughter but..."

"Don't push it, Billy...I should call home first to let them know I arrived safely and the big, bad wolf didn't get me!" 

"That's what you think!...use extension 5."

"Ah, yes...in New York three hours and I have my own phone. They certainly have fast operators in this town!" I laughed.

"Hi, Mom! I'm here safe and sound...Yeah. There was some mix-up and my reservation was cancelled...No, it's fine. I called Billie Pitt and she insisted that I stay with her until I find a place...I don't think you've met her. She was a senior when I was a freshman...yes, very nice."

Bill was standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders.

"Mom, I haven't been Little Red Riding Hood for a long time. I think I can handle myself just fine."

His hands moved down my body and he cupped my breasts and then he lightly pinched my nipples. I turned and glared at him.

"...no, Mom, I just swallowed my gum...I'm going to order one tomorrow, but I'll phone you until it's installed. You're a honey, Mom. Give Dad my love...I've only been gone six hours, but I miss you too...OK, Mom, talk with you later. Bye."..... Shit...shit...shit.

"You...you are incorrigible! How could you do that while I'm talking to my Mother." My body was tingling. 

"I'm sorry, Mercy. You said you could handle yourself and you were holding the phone, so I thought...."

"Billlll!"

He held my arms and moved them to the back of the chair and before I could blink, my wrists were bound by the seat cushion ties.

"Bill?"

I stepped in front of her and slowly unbuttoned her dress. She just stared at my hands. Then I moved the dress as far down her arms as I could. My fingers slipped under her bra and I pushed it up her chest. My palms touched her nipples and I moved my hands in small circles. She was staring at me. Her mouth was open; it wasn't shock that I saw. My breasts, my nipples...she was warming, nipples swelling...her checks were flushed. I knelt at her feet and drew a nipple into my mouth. I pulsed it with my lips.

"Bill...untie me." 

"I can't...I'm busy. I'm going to heaven and you're coming with me." She moaned.

I raised her hips, lifted the dress to her waist and moved her to the front of the seat cushion. The gusset of her panties was very damp. I opened a desk drawer, removed a pair of scissors and cut them. She gasped at the touch of the steel. My tongue reached her cunt and then wormed its way in...damp outside, very wet inside with a tangy taste of sea salt. Her clit was engorged. I touched it and I had to grab the chairs legs; she was going to tip over and take me with her! I sucked and licked her and kept my eyes on her face. The moaning was constant, her pelvis jumping at me. She was close. "Oh, Bill...I'm going to...." I pulled back and rested on my heels. "You...you...you bastard!! How could you?...How?" 

"You're in New York now...we always have hors d'oeuvres before dinner. I wouldn't want to satiate your appetite..." 

"Bastard...bastard...bastard!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. OK, Mercy, I'm going to untie your hands now and if you feel you must..."

"Shut up...please shut up...and untie me. You are going to pay for this. You've made me a horny, fallen woman...and you leave me like this? You are going to pay big time!"

"Mercy, it's called foreplay. When you finally get there you're going to blast off like..."

She laughed hard, probably because if she didn't she would have cried. I smiled.

"Bill, you'll never know when it's going to happen, but it will."

"What was that bit about a "horny, fallen woman?"

"....I'll explain it another time. Can we start dinner? I'm starving."

"See, I told you so!"

"Billll!"

I untied her , took her hand...she pulled away...and we walked to the galley kitchen. I hoped that the way to a woman's heart was...oh, well. I opened the fridge and placed small covered dishes all over the countertop.

"You are about to experience the best cuisine in the City, Creamy pesto pasta ala William!"

She chuckled and said, "I suppose to succeed in your field, you need a giant ego and big thermometer...uh, I mean balls!"

"Ha, ha, ha,...Mercy, in this case, modesty is ridiculous. Can you fix a salad?"

"Does a bear make 'doo-doo' in the woods? Remember, I'm a farmer's daughter."

As I cut the greens, I watched him at the counter. He was putting fresh ingredients in a food processor; basil, Romano cheese, olive oil, garlic clove, a little water and cream. He turned so I didn't see the final touches...probably Spanish fly.

The processor went to work and then he put the mixture on the range lowering the heat to a simmer. A large pot of water reached a rapid boil.

"Mercy, grab the pasta. It's in the fridge wrapped in a towel."

"Oh, I've never had fresh pasta."

"Mercy, in this kitchen, everything is fresh!"

"That I already know, Bill."

Six minutes later, we were ready to eat I had started to salivate two minutes earlier...the aroma was beyond words. We sat on bar stools at the counter and ate pasta and salad and sipped wine.

I put my fork and spoon down and said, "Bill, your ego could even be bigger...this was fantastic!"

"Merci, Mercy. How about my balls?"

"We'll talk about that later." I giggled. He laughed.

He suggested a walk and I heartily agreed. Down the elevator, through the lobby, new man at the desk, greetings here and there, four blocks south...the Metropolitan Museum!...four blocks north, back through the lobby...same story...ogling. Well at least he didn't see panty lines. Opps!

As we approached the living room, I said, "Bill, I'm a little tired."

"It's a little early for bed."

"Did I say anything about sleep?" I winked. He smiled. "By the way I didn't see any bedrooms."

"They're through that door, Mercy."

I opened the door...a two-person elevator...it was a duplex! I stepped inside and he followed. Just above the up/down buttons was a small plaque. It read 'Snake Pitt'. I roared.

"Just my brother's idea of a little joke. Bruce had it made after the tattoo affair. When you meet him, don't be surprised if he calls me Snake."

"When I meet him?"

He told me there were four bedrooms. In the second one, he pointed to double doors and said, "This is your closet."

"And where do I lay my head?"

"In the master's bed, of course."

"You mean in the master bedroom, of course." He laughed.

His bedroom was 'all man', again. A large four-poster bed, massive French armoire, paintings on the walls...a Degas reproduction...nah, couldn't be. I was definitely going to ask. He picked up a remote control and the drapes opened, wall-to-wall. There was a magnificent view of the park and the surrounding buildings.

He picked up a box from a small table. It read 'Bergdorf'.

"I have a gift for you, Mercy."

"Bill, you can't do this. You're making me feel very uncomfortable."

"Are we back to 'kept woman'? Mercy, I treat everyone like this, my family, my staff, my secretary...she's sixty, my close friends, and mostly to charities and the arts. You will never, ever be my kept woman. I want you to banish those words from your mind. Can I give you some clichés to explain this rich man? Money is just paper...you can't take it with you...he who dies with the most toys, wins...that's bullshit! Mercy, my family collected wealth through two generations; I think it's time to give some back."

"Bill, you're awfully long-winded! Can I open my gift now?"

He laughed and handed the box to me. I lifted the tissue paper. I was afraid to touch; the most beautiful lace bustier and French knickers. There were tears in my eyes. 

"Well, are you going to put them on?"

"No." I hugged him; I wasn't going to let him go.

"Mercy, you know the knickers are just a replacement for the ones I...uh, damaged. I should have given them to you earlier. When we took our walk, was it drafty?" He chuckled.

"No, Bill, it was actually quite pleasant...a new experience and no panty lines!" I giggled; he didn't get it and I didn't want to take the time to explain it.

We ripped our clothes off...figuratively speaking. His staff sergeant stood at attention and so did my nipples. He pulled me to him, his penis digging into my abdomen; it felt like a branding iron! OK, tit for tat; my nipples were branding his chest. If I was to be permanently scarred with a pole rising from my pubis...he was going to look like a pregnant bitch!

We moved to the bed and lay facing each other.

"Mercy, are you still safe?"

"Why, Bill, I'm surprised you ask. After you, how could there possibly be another!" 

"What about you?"

"Well, I did come into contact once or twice...with my fist...you know, kinda like a preventative maintenance checkup. I passed with flying colors...well, actually white!" We both laughed.

"No condom, huh?"

"No condom."

He moved over me and kissed me gently. He licked my lips. His iron was a little higher on my body...so what...a dong is a dong! I'd look like a stallion and besides, he was about to lave the heat from my nipples. His finger pulsed my areola; my nipples were throbbing. He sucked one into his mouth and then it felt like he was trying to suck in my whole breast. His tongue was pushing the nipple to his palate and releasing, again and again.

"Bill? Bill,...I'm going to...Billll! Oh, God. Oh, Godddddd!"

He stopped moving and stared at me.

"I've never...that never happened to me before."

"Uh, Mercy...I've never seen that happen!"

He moved up my body and kissed me. I was shaking. His penis moved against my swollen lips picking up my dew. Then I felt the glans penetrate me and withdraw, then in again...another inch and another. I relaxed my vaginal muscles but I was still tight. He looked at me; I nodded. I told him there was no pain. He retreated slightly and then penetrated again and never stopped until I had all of him. 

Nobody moved. My heart was pounding. My clitoris was throbbing. I wanted to move my pelvis to rub against him but I fought the urge. Suddenly, he moved...all the way out. I bucked to catch him, but failed. He rubbed his cock against my clit and up and down my lips. Then he penetrated again and I swear I heard "a starting bell" in my head. He was moving...slow, fast, slow again...on and on, then pounding me. I was soaring. Before he came, I reached three times.




Snake Bite (Cowboy Jack)



I need you to suck the poison out.

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