Like any artist whether it be painter, writer, dancer, or singer, inspiration must come unto them like the divine enlightenment sought by Buddhists. Unfortunately such flashes of brilliance are difficult to come by. Such was the case of Diane. She was a talented artist. She'd sold many drawings and paintings in her young life, her first being a $25 self-portrait. Although she could create works of art that others were willing to but she had yet to create a piece that completely satisfied every part of her soul. A piece that she could pour her heart and soul into and cherish as her own forever, perhaps even be buried with it. For years she had struggled to find inspiration for such art.
Finally she found what she had sought in a series of paintings called "The Temptaion of Eve". The pictures were breathtaking in that it was a completely new take on Eve. Other pictures depicted her simply as the gullible victim of deceit. But these pictures showed her as a physical victim of the serpent. Not only that but the facial expressions of Eve, face contorted in what seems like half fear...and half lust, as though the artist knew what it felt like to be in the coils of a snake.
This was Diane's inspiration for her greatest work that she could pour every ounce of her being into. But try as she might she couldn't create anything that she liked. She would get halfway through a picture and realize that the subject was devoid of real emotions or that the snake was unreal looking or that the whole thing was just trash. Diane realized that she knew nothing of snakes and what it felt like to be in their embrace. From this sprouted a new curiosity.
Her friend Dan was a bit of an eccentric. After winning a huge sum of money in a court case (for spilling hot coffee on himself) he'd retired early and lived comfortably on the money. He'd become bored quickly though and tried to find something to occupy his time. Strangely enough this hobby of his became snake training. Not just small snakes either, though he'd started out with such. Dan trained the huge pythons and anacondas that you saw in movies. As such his trade was in reasonable demand for such movies were a large snake played a part. When Diane had gone to see Dane she told him that she wanted to paint a picture of a big snake. He'd given her his best-trained snake, a reticulated python named Ryu. He hadn't shown the snake to her. Instead he told her to drive home and that he'd be around in about an hour with the snake.
True to his word Dan had showed up in a white van. He opened the back doors and pulled out a small ramp from the van. Then he hopped inside and a moment later appeared with a big crate being wheeled out on a dolly. He'd helped her get it inside her house and then left.
Diane's petite frame had made it extremely difficult to help get the crate inside her house, at one point Dan had told her to just watch and make sure he didn't run into anything. Within her modest house Diane examined the crate that contained her muse. She was slightly over 5 feet tall and weighed hardly more then 100 pounds. The rest of her body, however, was a sharp contrast to her size. Her chest was an ample one and Diane often wondered how she could be so small and yet have such a boastful chest. Her hips were curvy and seductive. Her friends would say that she looked somewhat like a belly dancer. She liked the look and apparently a lot of men did to judging by the looks she got. Diane walked over to a small mirror on the wall. Years of cheerleading had kept her in good shape. Her long blonde hair fell down her chest and back, partially covering her breasts. Her soft complexion stared back at her, apprehensive and yet excited as her nipples were jutting slightly from her tight white T-shirt. She looked down at her groin, feeling the warmth within her form fitting jeans.
She returned to the crate and undid the latches holding it closed and then eased the open. She looked inside the crate at a mottle tan and brown mass of coils with the wedge shaped head of the snake lying on top. More anxiety entered her mind; what if the snake didn't move? What if it killed her? What if it bit her? Irritated she forced such thoughts out of her mind.
"Well at the very least you're a pretty snake Ryu." She commented. Indeed he was, tan with large irregular splotches of a dark, almost black, brown along his body. Though it was hard to tell Diane guessed that at his thickest point Ryu was probably about as thick as her thigh. Though to tell how long he was she'd have to get him to come out of the box. As she gingerly reached inside Ryu raised his head and gave a half-hearted hiss. She immediately drew her hand back, ready to run and lock herself in a room in case the snake turned hostile. She watched as the forked tongue shot from Ryu's head, tasting the air. Finally she decided to slowly reach out and touch the snake. Moving with exaggerated slowness she finally touched part of the snake's body. Once again she was surprised, the scales were cool and smooth, but not the cold, wet smoothness of a fish and not the dry, rough scales of a lizard. It was almost like touching silk.
Slowly Diane's hand moved up to Ryu's head. Meeting no resistance she ran her hand along his head, once again marveling at the smooth scales. Then she tapped him once on the snout. According to Dan, Ryu would follow her until she gave him another tap. As Ryu slowly emerged from the crate Diane watched, transfixed. It was almost like watching a stream of molasses flow from a bottle. She walked to her room, followed by the snake. She was curious as to how Ryu's cool scales would feel against her warm body. Still slightly apprehensive she began to remove her outer clothes, leaving herself in only a white bra and thong. She climbed up onto her bed and watched as Ryu slowly slithered into her room and up onto her bed, his weight pressing down on the mattress. She guessed that Ryu was somewhere in the neighborhood of 16 to 20 feet, probably 20 as she had a habit of underestimating.
Whatever apprehensions she had possessed earlier were now gone, replaced by desire. Diane had kneeled before the snake at the top of her bed, her feet on the pillows. Her finger gently touched his head, then slid down along his snout, onto the bed, and towards her. Another simple trick, Ryu would follow the finger until he was told to stop. Diane's finger went from the bed up to her chest, hovering before her breasts as she waited for Ryu to follow. Once his head was level with her finger she slowly switched hands and using her other finger pushed up through her cleavage. Ryu moved towards this finger as it slid down between her breasts and along her stomach. As Ryu's body moved between her breasts they were forced apart by the bulk and Diane was pulled forward by the incredible weight of the snake caught in her bra and she had to put her free hand down to remain upright. The feel of the cool scales on her delicate breasts brought a long sigh from her. Her finger continued down her stomach, and under the thin material of her thong and between her thighs. Once again she switched hands, still using one to support herself, the new finger led a short way away from her body and stopped. Once Ryu's head was there she stroked the head. Ryu stopped moving forward and instead pulled the rest of his body towards his head. The almost silky scales of the snake against her warm, wet, mound brought many low moans from her throat.
Diane began to slowly lower herself onto the slithering body of Ryu until her cheek was lying against the scales. Now with both hands free she grasped her breasts and pressed them against the meaty bulk of the snake as though it was a huge penis for her to tit fuck. She continued to moan and sigh as Ryu's body traveled along her. When the tail reached her face she gave it a small lick and felt it travel between her breasts, down her stomach, into her panties and along her sex. Then the pleasant sensation was gone.
Her breasts and tits were swollen with blood and the latter hurting because of how rigid they'd become. She straightened up and undid the clasp of her bra, letting it slide down her arms onto her bed. Then she pulled off her thong, tossing it casually to the side. Now she tapped Ryu once on the head then laid back onto her bed as he began to coil around her. The first coil was loosely around her ankles as the next few lazily corkscrewed up her legs. At her hips Ryu slid between her thighs and formed a coil around her hips, consequently pressing against her sex. Ryu made three more coils around her upper body, the last being at her breasts, forcing her supple orbs down into her chest. Diane tapped Ryu again on the head and he stopped coiling. Ryu was only loosely coiled about her body and she realized now just how heavy he was. Her body was now sunken into the mattress and she could feel the pressure from the heavy coils. Both of Diane's hands were free and she used them to their full extent. Her right hand moved down between the coils and her body to her wet pussy. However part of the snake's body was over her mound and she spent several minutes trying to force her way under it into her cunt. Finally she was able to force her hand between the heavy body and her own. Her middle finger began to slowly work in and out of her pussy. With her left hand she reached under the coil around her breasts and began to play with her rock hard nipples, squeezing them and rubbing them against the scales of the snake. She continued this for a few minutes then decided she wanted more. Her left hand withdrew from its fun with her teat and tapped Ryu twice on the head and he began to constrict.
Nothing could have prepared Diane for the sensation as Ryu's muscular body began to tighten. Rippling sensations were all over her body and Diane let out a lustful gasp. She could feel as Ryu timed his constrictions with her breathing, forcing out a little more air each time. Her finger began to move faster, her slow, steady stimulation turning to a furious beat. Diane could feel all the sensations building, mainly in her vagina but also in her breasts and nipples. These continued to build for some time as Ryu took more and more breath from her. Finally she came to a climax, trying to scream out her joy but managing only a feeble squeak. Sated, she weakly tapped Ryu's head twice. Ryu loosened and began to uncoil and Diane felt the normal flow of oxygen returning to her lungs.
1 WEEK LATER
Diane stepped back from her finished painting. It showed her nude and lying on her left side holding her head up with her left hand as her long hair blocked her left eye from view, leaving only the right one looking seductively out. Around her was a painted Ryu. His tail at her feet, her eyes followed his body around her right calf, between her knees and then back between her thighs pressing against her groin. It continued up her back, appearing at her hip and going beneath her breasts then up over the left one and across her neck, behind her head then lying on the floor and under her arm leading up her back to Ryu's head which rested over her right breast.
by Yasuda