{"sf1_id":262,"sf2_id":"pnGDZg61","title":"Waterfront Property","author":"SwampRat","words":1115,"posted_at":"2002-12-07T20:51:00.000Z","tags":["Crocodile","Human","M/F"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/262-waterfront-property","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGDZg61","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=262\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"H2OFRONT.TXT (M/F, Human/Croc)  \n  \nWaterfront Property - Version 1.1 (Typo's and Syntax)  \nBy SwampRat  \n(cl) 1998 Gay Furry Association  \n  \nThe origin of this one is a cartoon - A wife is complaining about having a  \nhouse too close to the water, while her husband has a lapful of crocodile..  \n  \n=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=  \n  \nMartha harped for about the 20th time that day - \"George, Why did you buy a  \nhouse so close to the water? It's damp and cold and you are going to catch your  \ndeath of Cold.. If you don't get skin cancer from lying out in the sun like  \nthat.. And get some clothes on! Parading around in your alltogethers like  \nthat.. George! are you listening to me? Someday one of those Ugly monsters is  \ngoing to bite you - Then see who is right!\"  \n  \nGeorge, who had heard it for 45 years, knew when to say 'Yes, Dear.' and when  \nto ignore the shrill tone. He loved his wife, and knew she loved him, despite  \nher critisms.. It was just her way. He Liked the cool nights and warm days and  \nthe occasional crocodile that passed by. That never bothered anyone, more than  \nonce sunning themselves on the same lawn as it's owner. \"Dear, How long has it  \nben since you got a new hat? The Social is only a few weeks away...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Martha stopped a moment, shifting mental gears. It had been some time since she  \nhad gotten a new hat, and she tossed her head haughtily.. George was right - A  \nNew hat for the Social, and of course not just Any Hat would do. And Men were  \nsuch a nuisance when it came to clothes. \"You will be alright by yourself?  \nPromise me you will come in soon.\" She nodded at his reply, and got her purse,  \ngetting in the car that was their wedding present. Betsy may not be new, but  \nevery time she got into the car, she remembered their early years. A soft sigh  \nat having a loving husband and she was off, mind like a hawk on a certain  \ncoiffature she had seen. This year she would show them All!  \n  \n\\* \\* \\* \\*  \n  \nGeorge was enjoying the breeze and silence, occasionally turning over so he  \nbaked evenly.. He dozed, not having a care.. Not even when he heard the  \n'grumbling' of a croc close by. There was one that had to have been someone's  \npet - It would come up and beg for food or to have it's head scratched. It  \nespecially enjoyed a chin rub, closing it's eyes and laying like a stone for as  \nlong as someone would rub it's jaw and throat. Sometimes it would come up and  \nnuzzle against his leg for attention, laying nearby until the sun went down..  \nOr until Martha screeched. But she would be gone for hours, maybe until dark  \nwith any luck - Sometimes she ate at the diner in town.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; 'Old Faithful' came by rubbing his leg, and he reached out to pet the scaly  \nhide, a closet herptophile. His wife wouldn't let him keep a pet, but here he  \nhad as many as came by - Bird, squirrel, deer and croc. It laid it's head on  \nhis belly, muttering as he scritched and rubbed. Then smelled him, licking at  \nhis sweat-covered skin. \"No biting now..\" He chuckled, not really worried about  \nit. Then the muzzle was between his legs, forepaws pushing them apart, licking  \nat his balls, snuffling his dick. George had always been proud of his cock,  \nbeing well-endowed, and randy even at his age. So he just rubbed and let it  \nsnuffle, becoming hard as it licked. It moved again, covering him. \"Hey,  \nsilly.. Let me have some sun.. tooo...\"  \n  \nHindpaws were pushing his cock this way and that, the tail lifting up until  \nsuddenly he sank into a warm wetness. The hiss was echoed as movement ceased, a  \nslow slide of hard pole into fleshy orifice, until crotches touched. A wriggle,  \nthen George yelped, feeling muscles grip him. Fore and hindpaws hugged his  \nskin, rings of muscle stroking him so he sweated even more, feeling every inch  \nof him in this wonderful creature, so tight it was. It moved a little, humping  \nup and down on him, but only a little, maddeningly teasing. George stroked the  \nreptile's sides, toes curling in sheer bliss as his erection was worked on.  \nOrgasm took them both by surprise, a moaned grunt, tongues twining around each  \nother, hands and paws griping as their sides heaved, one spurting sticky semen,  \nthe other sucking it up a fast as it could be coaxed out.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; They lay, holding each other for some time. Then moved again, hunching,  \nsqueezing, caressing... The second time took longer but lasted longer, neither  \nof them wanting it to end. But George was an Old Man and twice was all he could  \nmanage - Even with so sexy a partner. He went soft inside it, kissing the scaly  \nchin and neck, feeling it move around, then off him to lick his cock, cleaning  \nit well, perhaps hoping for a third erection. But the man stayed limp and the  \nreptile satisfied itself with his salty flavor, slowly moving off. George got  \nhis breath back and got up, putting the towel he had been laying on in the  \nwasher, showering..  \n  \nThat was the best sex he had in a while, his wife loving but not really  \ninterested anymore. He dressed in shorts, comfortable shoes, light shirt, and  \nmade himself 2 sandwiches. One he ate slowly, the other he tossed to his new  \nlover, thinking 'What a lovely creature to mate with.' He Hmm'd as he finished,  \nthen walked out and kneeling dropped his pants. The crocodile watched, then  \nmoved closer to lick on his cock and balls again. George grunted, gently  \nworking himself up to another erection, this time using his hand as well as the  \nlovely tongue to bring himself off.. It felt so wonderful he almost forewent  \nstroking himself, but the reward was worth the extra effort - Semen splattered  \ninside the reptile's maw, and it licked hungrily at him wanting it all, even  \nclosing it mouth over his dick, biting just a little, but even This was too  \nerotic to to frighten him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He stroked and rubbed the croc until he was tired, cock limp, balls aching a  \nlittle. He finally pulled away with one last pat, the sun just starting to go  \ndown. His new lover walked off, a bit ungainly but very beautiful in his eyes.  \nBut he was left with a dilemma - How was he going to get rid of Martha  \nTomorrow?  \n  \nThe End - For now?  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}