Bad Medicine V

We decide to take care of our empty stomachs by ordering pizza. Lots and lots of pizza. With sides. And GALLONS of all kinds of soda! And while we wait for everything to arrive, we get to cleaning. Or rather, Elaine and I clean – because, you see, cleaning necessitates moving around. and if Annie moves too much, which amounts to a distance of about five feet, she adds to the mess we're trying to get rid of. So our lovely white snake is lounging on the sofa, her shaftsnake coiled around three of her breasts and snoozing while Annie herself keeps asking if there's really nothing she can to do help.

“Just you sitting there being a sight for sore eyes is enough, sweetie,” Elaine replies as she drags her horsecock body over the hardwood floor, a mop and a bucket of dirty water in her hands.

As Annie hums somewhat unhappily at not being able to help, I pick up the coffee table Elaine launched against the wall and examine it – yep, it's a total loss. There's a deep dent in the table surface, and two of the legs are pretty much broken off. So while Annie's climaxes are frequent, messy and set off by simply moving around, Elaine's are downright dangerous.

Also, with the mess we're currently cleaning, I realize that we not only need a new coffee table, but also something like waterproof tarps. Seriously, cum proofing the apartment would make things so much easier... But just as I'm on the way to my room to get my phone and start looking into ordering tarps, the doorbell rings. Food!

“I got it, I got it!” Elaine slithers towards the door, shooting a pointed look to where I'm pushing my tits down and together to get through the door from the living room to the hallway. “I mean, I'm the only one with a human face and all...”

“So you keep mentioning,” I grouse, my shaftsnake shaking its head disapprovingly from where it peeks around the door frame. “But I'll forgive you if you get that food in here. I'm getting horngry.”

“You're getting what?” The door rings again, but Elaine stops and turns to me, her three tits wobbling from side to side enticingly.

“Horngry! You know, I'm now horny all the time, and I'm getting hungry? Together, that makes me horngry. Now, the food? Hmgh!” With a last bit of effort, I finally get my funbags into the hallway and pull a few more feet of my snake body after me.

“Uh-huh. I'll file that under 'words I never wanted to know and will never use', thanks.” As she talks, Elaine turns around and continues to the door, the door bell ringing once again, so she takes the intercom receiver and says very eloquently: “Yeah?”

Instead of an answer, there's a knock on the apartment door, and a muffled, male voice: “I'm right here, someone let me in downstairs!”

“Alright, let me just...” It takes a bit of doing, but Elaine manages to position herself so only her head and her hands are visible. Me? I'm squeezing against the wall and do my best to hide from the pizza guy. Maybe getting into the hallway wasn't the best idea. “Okay, thanks for getting that to us. You can just put it down there, we'll get it inside ourselves.”

“You sure? I have here about 20 pizzas, fries, all kinds of cheese rolls, at least two garlic baguettes and enough soda to fill a bath tub. I literally had to do a single tour just for your order, so if you need help getting everything in-... side...”

The way Mr Delivery trails off makes cold sweat break out all over my body. Or it would, if I still could sweat. Scales and all that jazz. But... he can't have seen something, can he? My shaftsnake, pressed into my cleavage, shifts a little and I look down into its worried expression – and then further along the gently sloping swell of my enormous scaly bust. It's protruding so damn far that it almost reaches halfway to the other wall.

In other words, the very tips of my ruby titties are only just visible from the entrance, even if the door is maybe a third of the way open. Which, as it turns out, is enough for Mr Delivery to intrude on our privacy and squeeze in, only to freeze as he sees me in all my scaly, snake-y glory. His jaw drops, and his crotch begins to bulge. Rather impressively, I might add.

“Ah... bah... whuh...” Seeing a man reduced to stammering at my sight is kinda flattering, and I feel a seductive smile tug at my maw. I move away from the wall, hands on my wide hips, and sashay towards Mr Delivery – or whatever you call the motion when you sashay without legs.

My shaftsnake does its own swaying, hypnotically moving opposite to the direction of my hips. I mean, I'm not a slut or anything, but I think Mr Delivery needs a little incentive to not rat us out. That he's easy on the eyes and well-endowed is a nice little bonus. Elaine, meanwhile, stares at me with wide eyes from behind Mr Delivery as the door closes behind her. But with the way her nipples begin to distend and stretch, she seems to be getting into the mood as well.

But this one is mine. I was the first to change, so I get to be the first one to sample this tasty little morsel in front of me. For a second, I think I'm actually starting to salivate at the thought, but as it turns out, it's simply pre beginning to build up as my lust does the same. Or maybe it's both... Well, who cares, time to fuck a new snake into being!

Me having closed the distance to Mr Delivery, my shaftsnake takes the opportunity to slip under his shirt at his hip, slithering along his back and around his side until it peeks out in front of his clavicle, pulling him closer to me until it can reach the same level as Mr Delivery's eyes to gaze into them – also hypnotically, I presume.

But this also means that Mr Delivery stumbles into my soft, scaly tits,with part of my shaftsnake sandwiched between them. The sensation makes my nipples harden and my shaftsnake drool; this is going to be fun.

“Wha-wha-whuh...?”

“Come right on my titties, said the snake girl to the guy.” What? If Mr Delivery can't form sentences, it's up to me to horribly mangle the literary references. Sadly, even this thinly veiled invitation seems to fly right over my prospective partner's head. “What I mean is: You mind if I suck your dick?”

“Uhb... I...”

“Oh, for Pete's sakes,” I say, rolling my eyes.

This is were I would go down on my knees – if I still had them. But as it is, I just coil my snake tail and lower my upper body until it's at a suitable height for what I'm planning. My shaftsnake stays coiled around Mr Delivery's torso, but slides lower together with me and dips her head inside the waistband of his pants. The bulge in them is now right in front of my snout, and I find myself drooling heavily; it really is impressively big. Unwilling to wait, I pull open his fly, struggling against the pressure from behind, and once it's open, only the thin fabric of Mr Delivery's boxers separates me and his nice, fat cock.

“Ah!” Which, once I pull down his boxers, hits me onto the side of my snout. What? This is the second time I suck a dick and the first time was not exactly standard, sue me for not being prepared! My shaftsnake peeks out from Mr Delivery's fly with half-lidded yes, drooling cum on his trimmed pubes. Don't give me that look, you little dick! “Wow, that thing sure is something!”

Looks like my dirty talk needs a bit of work, too. No matter, I'll soon have a snout full of dick and Mr Delivery looking down at me no longer dumbstruck as he is now, but lustful and moaning. The time for talk is over!

Giving Mr Delivery my best bedroom eyes, I let my forked tongue snake out to the side of my snout, twisting around the monstrously long shaft right under the glans to pull it inside my drooling maw. Seriously, this dude's cock is ridiculous. I don't think he's seen much action, looking much too large for any normal woman. Luckily, no one in this apartment is normal. Not only is this thing going to fit every hole I have, I'll make sure it does. I want this total stranger to pound me, and Elaine and Annie are going to watch before they get their turn.

He's so thick and tasty... I would never have thought I'd enjoy the musky smell of shaft, the throbbing sensations of dick, the salty taste of cock! And yet, here I am, eyes half-lidded, shaft-snake buzzing with pleasure, and my head bobbing back and forth slowly as my hood flares in anticipation. God, I feel my shaft-snake tingle in anticipation as it rubs against Mr Delivery's body, my prodigious tits pressing into his legs as I hold on to his hips. Looking up at him from under heavy lids, I see exactly what I wanted to see - an expression of sheer, dumbstruck pleasure, jaw slack and eyes unfocused. For my first proper BJ, I seem to be doing alright.

My shaft-snake seems to think so too, as it slithers forwards, pressing against Mr Delivery's thick, pulsing shaft, and suddenly, I have two cocks - or at least cock-adjacent - rods inside my maw, which easily accommodates them, luckily. Less easy to accomodate is the sensation of my hot snout around my own shaft-snake, and I feel my eyes roll up in my head as Mr Delivery grabs the edges of my hood to have something to hold on to as he goes weak in the knees from my ministrations.

I would probably grow weak in the knees too, if I still had them. As it is, I settle for twitching and thrashing the end of my tail a little. Not that it is a conscious decision, mind - it's more like an outlet for the immense pleasure I feel. God, my tongue lapping over the head of my shaft-snake... the sensation of Mr Delivery's massive rod pressing against it and the insides of my mouth as he thrusts lightly... the taste of his pre and the cum drooling from my shaft-snake... it all makes me feel so dizzy. In a good way. In the best way.

Panting, I take Mr Delivery as deep as he will go, swirling my forked tongue along both our lengths, eyes once again looking up at him, and I see Elaine pressing herself against his back, her horsecock nipples extending to the left and right of his body, the third inching up over his right shoulder as they harden slowly. Looking over Mr Delivery's other shoulder down at where I'm doing my best to figure out how to properly suck dick, Elaine grins appreciatively. I must be quite the sight, beyond the usual ruby snake stuff.

And I fucking love it. Me and my shaft-snake slowly figure out what Mr Delivery enjoys most, what makes him twitch and moan, and as my shaft-snake rubs against his human cock, I let my tongue play over both of them and make sure to slobber as much snake spit over both our lengths as I can provide. The more slippery, the more fun, after all, and things are getting very fun indeed. I can feel every throb, every lurch of Mr Delivery inside my snout, feel him swell and pulse. He's completely at my mercy - and Elaine is definitely helping, mashing her three enormous breasts against our victim-- I mean, Mr Delivery's back, wrapping her arms around his torso to play with his pecs.

Mr Delivery reacts to this by leaning back against Elaine, hands still holding onto my hood as his legs shake and his hips twitch - it does a girl good to know her efforts are appreciated. I bob my head a little faster, incorporation a slight nodding motion so his fat cock presses against my palate and the bottom of my mouth alternatingly. Spit and pre drop from my maw down onto my prodigious bust as it bulges up and out whenever I take all of Mr Delivery's length into my snout, easily gobbling up every last inch. As large as he is, it is no challenge for my new body. It might not look like it, but it was made for sex. Oh hey, even with my maw full of dick and shaft-snake, I can still be a smartass.

"Mmmgh, yeaah~... Ssssuck my diiick~..." The first coherent words from Mr Delivery, and they're not exactly the height of eloquence. Owing to my dick-sucking, I guess. Let's see if I can make him lose his words again. "Mnnuuhooh~..."

Looking good. I curl my tongue around Mr Delivery's length, right behind the glans, and my shaft-snake coils around it in a loose, undulating spiral as we conspire to blow his mind even more. Impossibly, he seems to swell even larger inside my mouth, his cock reaching maximum stiffness as it perpetually strains and drools a never-ending stream of pre into my eager maw - the taste is pure ambrosia. Or probably nectar, seeing as it is a sticky fluid. I gulp down everything Mr Delivery gives me, eagerly awaiting more, and judging by his panting moans and, well, everything about his twitching body, a healthy helping of jizz isn't far off!

"Mgh, ghglh, ghk!" Making gagging sounds to egg Mr Delivery on, even though he doesn't quite manage to reach the back of my throat, I slow my bobbing, but increase the suction, loud slurping filling the hallway. Elaine stares down at me with a mix of sheer giddiness and disbelief, and I feel my heart beat faster. It's great that all three of us are enjoying this. "Hghlkh, grgh!"

"Holy shit, Gabbie, you're going at it!" Elaine has started to gently pump her right horsecock nipple, coaxing droplets of pre from the blunt tip - my show definitely has its fans. "You're got to suck one of mine like that!"

"Uhummmh--glgugh!" This time the gagging is real. Without warning, Mr Delivery begins blasting rope, bathing the insides of my mouth with cum. So much cum. Salty, thick, delicious! "Ghugh, ghg, ghuh!"

Swallowing noisily, I drink down mouthful after mouthful of cum, but it's so thick and jelly-like that it almost clogs my throat - and even this I love. I made a man cum with nothing but my mouth... okay, and my shaft-snake, and the little rascal keeps pumping rhythmically along Mr Delivery's twitching cock, milking it eagerly and much to my enjoyment. There's more and more and more! It never seems to stop - but, sadly, it does. As large as Mr Delivery is, he doesn't measure up to anything about Elaine or me or Annie, as much fun this was.

Which gives me an idea. The last few drops of cum oozing from Mr Delivery's member, mixed with that drooling from my shaft-snake, I don't swallow. Instead, I slowly rise on my snake tail, making sure to keep sucking Mr Delivery's shaft into my snout until it finally slides out with a wet, slurping pop. My fat snake tiddies slide over his washboard abs, then his pecs, I inch closer to his face - and kiss him.

He doesn't even think of not reciprocating, mouth opening to invite me in. Me and the mass of cum I slowly feed into Mr Delivery's maw, giddy with excitement as he swallows the hot, sticky mixture. How, oh how is he going to turn out? I can't wait to see.