Waterfront Property
H2OFRONT.TXT (M/F, Human/Croc)
Waterfront Property - Version 1.1 (Typo's and Syntax)
By SwampRat
(cl) 1998 Gay Furry Association
The origin of this one is a cartoon - A wife is complaining about having a
house too close to the water, while her husband has a lapful of crocodile..
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Martha harped for about the 20th time that day - "George, Why did you buy a
house so close to the water? It's damp and cold and you are going to catch your
death of Cold.. If you don't get skin cancer from lying out in the sun like
that.. And get some clothes on! Parading around in your alltogethers like
that.. George! are you listening to me? Someday one of those Ugly monsters is
going to bite you - Then see who is right!"
George, who had heard it for 45 years, knew when to say 'Yes, Dear.' and when
to ignore the shrill tone. He loved his wife, and knew she loved him, despite
her critisms.. It was just her way. He Liked the cool nights and warm days and
the occasional crocodile that passed by. That never bothered anyone, more than
once sunning themselves on the same lawn as it's owner. "Dear, How long has it
ben since you got a new hat? The Social is only a few weeks away..."
Martha stopped a moment, shifting mental gears. It had been some time since she
had gotten a new hat, and she tossed her head haughtily.. George was right - A
New hat for the Social, and of course not just Any Hat would do. And Men were
such a nuisance when it came to clothes. "You will be alright by yourself?
Promise me you will come in soon." She nodded at his reply, and got her purse,
getting in the car that was their wedding present. Betsy may not be new, but
every time she got into the car, she remembered their early years. A soft sigh
at having a loving husband and she was off, mind like a hawk on a certain
coiffature she had seen. This year she would show them All!
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George was enjoying the breeze and silence, occasionally turning over so he
baked evenly.. He dozed, not having a care.. Not even when he heard the
'grumbling' of a croc close by. There was one that had to have been someone's
pet - It would come up and beg for food or to have it's head scratched. It
especially enjoyed a chin rub, closing it's eyes and laying like a stone for as
long as someone would rub it's jaw and throat. Sometimes it would come up and
nuzzle against his leg for attention, laying nearby until the sun went down..
Or until Martha screeched. But she would be gone for hours, maybe until dark
with any luck - Sometimes she ate at the diner in town.
'Old Faithful' came by rubbing his leg, and he reached out to pet the scaly
hide, a closet herptophile. His wife wouldn't let him keep a pet, but here he
had as many as came by - Bird, squirrel, deer and croc. It laid it's head on
his belly, muttering as he scritched and rubbed. Then smelled him, licking at
his sweat-covered skin. "No biting now.." He chuckled, not really worried about
it. Then the muzzle was between his legs, forepaws pushing them apart, licking
at his balls, snuffling his dick. George had always been proud of his cock,
being well-endowed, and randy even at his age. So he just rubbed and let it
snuffle, becoming hard as it licked. It moved again, covering him. "Hey,
silly.. Let me have some sun.. tooo..."
Hindpaws were pushing his cock this way and that, the tail lifting up until
suddenly he sank into a warm wetness. The hiss was echoed as movement ceased, a
slow slide of hard pole into fleshy orifice, until crotches touched. A wriggle,
then George yelped, feeling muscles grip him. Fore and hindpaws hugged his
skin, rings of muscle stroking him so he sweated even more, feeling every inch
of him in this wonderful creature, so tight it was. It moved a little, humping
up and down on him, but only a little, maddeningly teasing. George stroked the
reptile's sides, toes curling in sheer bliss as his erection was worked on.
Orgasm took them both by surprise, a moaned grunt, tongues twining around each
other, hands and paws griping as their sides heaved, one spurting sticky semen,
the other sucking it up a fast as it could be coaxed out.
They lay, holding each other for some time. Then moved again, hunching,
squeezing, caressing... The second time took longer but lasted longer, neither
of them wanting it to end. But George was an Old Man and twice was all he could
manage - Even with so sexy a partner. He went soft inside it, kissing the scaly
chin and neck, feeling it move around, then off him to lick his cock, cleaning
it well, perhaps hoping for a third erection. But the man stayed limp and the
reptile satisfied itself with his salty flavor, slowly moving off. George got
his breath back and got up, putting the towel he had been laying on in the
washer, showering..
That was the best sex he had in a while, his wife loving but not really
interested anymore. He dressed in shorts, comfortable shoes, light shirt, and
made himself 2 sandwiches. One he ate slowly, the other he tossed to his new
lover, thinking 'What a lovely creature to mate with.' He Hmm'd as he finished,
then walked out and kneeling dropped his pants. The crocodile watched, then
moved closer to lick on his cock and balls again. George grunted, gently
working himself up to another erection, this time using his hand as well as the
lovely tongue to bring himself off.. It felt so wonderful he almost forewent
stroking himself, but the reward was worth the extra effort - Semen splattered
inside the reptile's maw, and it licked hungrily at him wanting it all, even
closing it mouth over his dick, biting just a little, but even This was too
erotic to to frighten him.
He stroked and rubbed the croc until he was tired, cock limp, balls aching a
little. He finally pulled away with one last pat, the sun just starting to go
down. His new lover walked off, a bit ungainly but very beautiful in his eyes.
But he was left with a dilemma - How was he going to get rid of Martha
Tomorrow?
The End - For now?