| Croc Sex=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Martha harped for about the 20th time that day - "George, Why did you buy ahouse so close to the water? It's damp and cold and you are going to catch yourdeath of Cold.. If you don't get skin cancer from lying out in the sun likethat.. And get some clothes on! Parading around in your alltogethers likethat.. George! are you listening to me? Someday one of those Ugly monsters isgoing to bite you - Then see who is right!"George, who had heard it for 45 years, knew when to say 'Yes, Dear.' and whento ignore the shrill tone. He loved his wife, and knew she loved him, despiteher critisms.. It was just her way. He Liked the cool nights and warm days andthe occasional crocodile that passed by. That never bothered anyone, more thanonce sunning themselves on the same lawn as it's owner. "Dear, How long has itben 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 shehad gotten a new hat, and she tossed her head haughtily.. George was right - ANew hat for the Social, and of course not just Any Hat would do. And Men weresuch 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, butevery time she got into the car, she remembered their early years. A soft sighat having a loving husband and she was off, mind like a hawk on a certaincoiffature she had seen. This year she would show them All!George was enjoying the breeze and silence, occasionally turning over so hebaked 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'spet - It would come up and beg for food or to have it's head scratched. Itespecially enjoyed a chin rub, closing it's eyes and laying like a stone for aslong as someone would rub it's jaw and throat. Sometimes it would come up andnuzzle 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 darkwith any luck - Sometimes she ate at the diner in town.'Old Faithful' came by rubbing his leg, and he reached out to pet the scalyhide, a closet herptophile. His wife wouldn't let him keep a pet, but here hehad as many as came by - Bird, squirrel, deer and croc. It laid it's head onhis belly, muttering as he scritched and rubbed. Then smelled him, licking athis sweat-covered skin. "No biting now.." He chuckled, not really worried aboitit. Then the muzzle was between his legs, forepaws pushing them apart, lickingat 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 itsnuffle, 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 untilsuddenly he sank into a warm wetness. The hiss was echoed as movement ceased, aslow slide of hard pole into fleshy orifice, until crotches touched. A wriggle,then George yelped, feeling muscles grip him. Fore and hindpaws hugged hisskin, rings of muscle stroking him so he sweated even more, feeling every inchof him in this wonderful creature, so tight it was. It moved a little, humpingup and down on him, but only a little, maddeningly teasing. George stroked thereptile'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 eachother, 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, neitherof them wanting it to end. But George was an Old Man and twice was all he couldmanage - Even with so sexy a partner. He went soft inside it, kissing the scalychin and neck, feeling it move around, then off him to lick his cock, cleaningit well, perhaps hoping for a third erection. But the man stayed limp and thereptile satisfied itself with his salty flavor, slowly moving off. George gothis breath back and got up, putting the towel he had been laying on in thewasher, showering..That was the best sex he had in a while, his wife loving but not reallyinterested anymore. He dressed in shorts, comfortable shoes, light shirt, andmade himself 2 sandwiches. One he ate slowly, the other he tossed to his newlover, 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, thenmoved closer to lick on his cock and balls again. George grunted, gentlyworking himself up to another erection, this time using his hand as well as thelovely tongue to bring himself off.. It felt so wonderful he almost forewentstroking himself, but the reward was worth the extra effort - Semen splatteredinside the reptile's maw, and it licked hungrily at him wanting it all, evenclosing it mouth over his dick, biting just a little, but even This was tooerotic to to frighten him.He stroked and rubbed the croc until he was tired, cock limp, balls aching alittle. He finally pulled away with one last pat, the sun just starting to godown. 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 MarthaTomorrow?The End - For now? |
