"I'd even wondered what it would take to woo you away."

Anya smiled.

“The Strays aren't big enough for everyone to pair off.

It's not that it isn't allowed, but it just doesn't really happen much. Mindy and Arthur are awfully sweet on each other, but I've seen both of ‘em with other people. Heck, I've been with Arthur, and wouldn't mind being with Mindy. She just isn't particularly gay in any way. Tarloh and Talia are mostly an item, but they get around too. No one in the Strays ever gets left out. Chris is turning out to be one of my best friend, but he knows he isn't my only lover."

Croc was pleased by that prospect.

"Well as I said, I can help you folk out if yer willin' to let me crash at your new place when I'm in this corner of the world. A safe port in the storm, if you will."

Anya was staring at the handsome man before her. She had misjudged him when she first heard of his occupation. He was a good man. She suddenly wanted to see how good.

“Well, seeing as you're being SO generous," she said, her voice quite husky, “Let me know if there is ANYTHING I can do to make you more comfortable." She lifted up his blanket and stuck her hand under his hospital gown, grabbing his soft cock.

"Who," Croc said, startled by the bold but not unwelcome gesture.

"Listen, you don't have to. . ."

"I'L explain this once," Anya replied, rubbing his cock like a lamp she wanted a wish from.

“I'll do a lot of things for other people, but I promised myself I'd never do this again except when I wanted to." His sizeable cock was swelling in her hand.

"Which must mean I want to." His member was quite thick, so much so that she could barely get her hand around it. She pushed the covers back so she could see it, and her mouth watered at the sight. It was nice and thick, and maybe eight inches long. She wrapped both hands around it and stroked it gently.

Croc was more than a little freaked out. Not by the fact that Anya was apparently more than willing to scratch his itches, but by the fact that he could see the indentions made by her hands in the skin of his pecker, but couldn't see her hands. He just saw the skin moving up and down.

"That's just weird," he said, leaning back and enjoying what she did.

After a few minutes of stroking, the head of his dick disappeared.

Literally. But he still felt it, and it was in a warm place with a lot of pressure being exerted on it. He also felt Anya's tongue licking the soft underside of his shaft as her head (presumably) started bouncing up and down. As much of half of his cock would vanish, going from solid to slightly blurry to gone in less than an inch of space.

“Just lay back," Anya cooed, “and let me do what I do best." She went back to sucking his root, taking three-quarters of it down her throat while she cradled his balls in one small hand. She was going to drain those balls completely. She let loose of his cock and sucked one testicle into her mouth, rolling it around and teasing it with her tongue. Then she did the other, stroking his stick all the while. Then she returned to the crown of his dick, licking under the head of the mushroom, kissing it on the tip and then downing it into her throat.

Croc couldn't wipe the smile of his face if he tried. ‘Good grief, this girl is good,' he thought as he member continued to vanish and reappear like a sexual jack-in-the-box. Then his stick reappeared and he felt the bed squeak. He felt the warm wait of a woman's body against his chest and Anya's nipples pressed against him. He felt her warm breath near his mouth. Then there lips met. Her lips were so soft . . . he couldn't remember ever tasting softer. And then his cock vanished from sight completely as she slid her tightly little pussy back onto it.

"Mmmh," came a voice from above him. Anya thought there was just something incredible about a nice full pussy. She sank down and savored the moment, squeezing all the muscles in her abdominal area to draw him further in.

"Good boy," she said. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass and was quickly rewarded with a good hard squeeze.

“Damn girlie," Croc said with a grin.

“You got the best bedside manner I ever seen."

“Fuck me good, or I'll take your temperature with an anal thermometer."