# Waterfront Property Author: SwampRat Tags: Crocodile, Human, M/F 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.. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 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! \* \* \* \* 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? Source: https://sofurry.com/s/pnGDZg61