Secrets of the Everglades

Carl the crocodile put down his hammer
and stood back to admire his handiwork.
The sign affixed to the tree read
in large block capitals:

PRIVATE PROPERTY
NO TRESPASSING

And, for good measure underneath,

TRESPASSERS FUCK OFF

That he’d even needed to nail up this sign
made his blood boil, insofar as it was possible
for a cold-blooded reptile’s blood to boil. For fuck’s sake,
he’d moved to this corner of the Everglades
to get the hell away from humans,

but only yesterday
an intruder had disturbed
his mud bath. He’d heard the click of a camera
and opened his eyes to see a swamp tourist
standing altogether too close for decency.
At once he’d reared up,
roaring and snapping his jaws,
and the man had fled. His phone
had tumbled into the swamp with a soft splash,
but he had paid no heed.

With any luck, he would be the last.
But if he wasn’t,
well,
trespassers had been warned.

Carl heard her
before he saw her.
She was belting out a ballad
and all the swamp birds had stilled
as if knowing that they couldn’t compete
with her tuneless lungs.

“Near, far, whereeeeeeever you are
I belieeeeeeeve that the heart does go on!”

Carl winced.
Great Offler, what had he done
to deserve this?
In spite of her voice, however,
he had to admit
that she was delectable.
Her breasts, barely covered
by her sweaty t-shirt,
forged a path through the Spanish moss.
Meanwhile, her magnificent ass
strained the seams of her cutoff shorts.

Once one got past those meaty appendages, however,
she wouldn’t be much more than a mouthful,
and mostly bones at that. Not to mention
that long dark hair, as beautifully as it swished
to the sway of her hips,
would get stuck in his teeth.

“Once moooooore
you oooooopen the doooooor…”

But what happened after the door opened
he didn’t wait to find out.
He surged out of the murky water
and the dark beauty went down
with a thud that reverberated to the tree tops.

His torso pressed against her back.
He felt her haul in a breath
and then
she let loose a scream.
Sobek and Offler, save him —
although to be honest
it was slightly easier on the ears
than her musical undertakings.

Gnashing his teeth, Carl ripped away her shirt,
her shorts, and her panties,
and then reached around and stuffed the latter
into her mouth. At once
the shrieking ceased, replaced
by muffled expressions of fury.

He laughed. Well, he’d warned her.
And since she hadn’t fucked off,
she could get fucked instead.

With her wrists firmly in his grasp,
he drew back for a moment to admire
the firm pale flesh of her ass
as it jiggled amidst her struggles.

He gave that quivering mass a little slap.
The creamy skin pinkened.
He did it again, this time on the other cheek.
She lost no time letting him know
exactly what she thought about that.
“Mmmmf! Gmmmmmf! Gfffmmmm!”

Carl rolled his eyes. Truly,
the lady doth protest too much.
She could have simply turned back
at the NO TRESPASSING sign
and avoided all this hassle. But no.
She had persisted, and now
he had to waste his valuable time
teaching her about reading comprehension.

On the other hand, he had to admit
that he was quite looking forward
to playing the schoolmaster..
His great green cock
throbbed with anticipation. Gently
he thrust his hips against her ass.

“Bmmmmffff!”
She tried to kick him,
but he simply leaned forward,
letting the weight of his body
do the work of subduing her.
From long experience he knew
that patience and strength sufficed
in the battle for domination,

and this time was no different.
He shook his head.
Humans had the strange habit
of unnecessarily expending energy
on fights that they couldn’t win.
He waited, sliding his dick
against the crack of her ass,

and little by little her protests faded
and her body relaxed as she realized
the futility of resistance.

He reached around and, with a well-placed claw,
removed the wad of panties from her mouth.
Instead of a scream,
only a trembling sob issued forth.

Carl grinned to himself,
showing all his teeth. Now
the fun could begin.