Feast on the Beach

It starts with a gentle touch on the sole of your foot, a little tickle. You shift on the spread blanket, so unconcerned you don't bother opening your eyes. Just a bit of sand It's only when your toes are surrounded by a wet warmth that you twist, staring along the length of your body.

A large snake is slowly edging up your legs, you can feel its retracted fangs scrape your slender calves. You look at each other, cold reptilian eyes meeting startled mammalian ones, and you are torn, wanting to run but entranced by the monster you are disappearing into.

You let out a moan as the tip of the snake's tongue flicks your clit, your pussy starting to moisten. The creature's mouth opens wide, easily able to inhale your ass, and you unconsciously lift your hips, its tongue now flattening along your dripping slit.

Slowly, when you feel fangs dimpling the skin at the small of your back, you rotate, hard nipples pointing sunward. You shift to rest on your elbows, focusing again on the snake as your navel such a deep beauty passes into its maw.

An orgasm washes over you when a nipple is tickled and the snake pauses as it gulps down your juices. The other nipple is flicked, jolts of pleasure racing to your tingling pussy, and then the snake continues. As your breasts are swallowed you stretch your arms above your head, two ribbons of tanned flesh on the white sand.

The snake's breath smells of your own climax as it works its mouth around your head. In the light you can see its fangs, one scratches your left cheek, and try looking towards your hands, clutching at the sand in lust and futility.

Within its throat you writhe, lost to pure sensations. You feel it tickle your palms, feel your toes and lower legs tingle as they're broken down into nutrients. Every so often you feel the snake convulse, a full-body movement that pushes you further into its stomach. Your clit is aching, hidden no longer, and you regret stretching your arms as the snake closes its mouth, regret that you can't touch yourself and feel more pleasure.

The snake rests on the beach as it digests you, onlookers would be able to see your indolent undulating. There aren't any onlookers though, the locals know better than to visit the beach. It was pure misfortune that the wind knocked down the warning sign that could have saved you.