You turn to where you're sitting on the beach. You point your feet towards the crocodile, and the croc gives its approval.
You start to slide into the water, slowly and ever so gently, but then the sand you were slowly sliding on gave way, and the croc reacted by clamping down on both of your legs with his jaws and pulling you in the water, thus giving you an explosion of pleasure which brings you to the very edge of an orgasm. As you writhe in pleasure, it slowly brings you both to the shoreline. At first you wonder why, but then it occurs to you, "maybe it just doesn't want to accidentally swallow water with me."
You are now laying down on your back on the shore bank with both of your legs buried up to the knees in a giant crocodiles mouth. Your situation looks very grim at this point and you didn't even notice that your hand was buried between your legs probing and massaging your pussy. It seems you're really enjoying this more than you expected.
Just then the crocodile moves to accept more of your body into its mouth. The jaws open, push forward and then clamp down around your hips. Your arm is now locked in place between your legs and you climax as you notice your toes touching the fleshy valve at the back of the crocodiles tongue.
"Ohh god, this is it! I'm really food!" you say to yourself out of breath as your body tenses and shudders in the wake of your orgasm.
At this point the crocodile lifts you completely off the ground which makes it's squishy pink and yellow tongue a nice downhill slope to help you slip down into its gullet. It flicks its head upwards and you feel weightless for a split second. Peering through the teeth you can see it's slimy throat open up to accept your feet and calves as you free-fall into the reptilian mouth. It catches you and you are now up to your neck in the crocodiles mouth with only your head and one arm protruding. You can see its nostrils open and close as it breathes and prepares to swallow more of you. While moving your legs around in the slippery slimy flesh you notice that you are already getting coated in mucous and saliva and well lubricated for your trip into the beast. The throat grips at your feet and tries to tug them deeper.
Through all this, the pleasure, the thrill, you can sense another orgasm rapidly approaching as your fingers continue to work at your now dripping vagina. Of course as these drips reach your captors tongue they only add fuel to the burning hunger within the beast.
The crocodile flicks its head up once again and you free-fall deeper into its throat. Your thighs and hips slip easily down the tongue, past its throat valve and into the tight, wet embrace of its gullet. Seizing the chance, you shove your other hand between your legs. Now there is nothing left of you outside of the the reptile aside from your long hair. The teeth interlock around you as the hard pallet presses your head and torso into the soft wet tongue below you. Your breasts are squished flat between the crocs pallet and your chest, blocking your view of the throat opening that is now massaging, squeezing and pulling on your lower half. All you can think of right now is how amazing it feels to be food. With that thought, you orgasm hard. Your body convulses as if you're having a seizure and you scream out in pleasure. Juices flow from between your legs to give aid to the mucous that's already lubricating your journey.
If that wasn't enough, you feel the crocodile start to swallow you again. It flicks up its head in a now familiar rhythm, letting you slip deeper into its muscular throat as you continue to shiver and spasm, trying to recover from your climax. This time only your head remains in its mouth and the slimy throat valve wraps around your neck as it closes those massive jaws around you. You try to move within the beasts throat and you can feel the immense power of the predator squeezing down on you, holding you in a nice streamline position to slide down into its awaiting belly. There is no way you will be able to escape. The thought brings a shrill up your spine, adding to your pleasure.
The croc flicks its head up again and your head disappears past the throat valve and into its gullet. Mucous coats your face and body as the flesh presses against you in every conceivable place. As the crocodile opens its mouth, strands of your hair can be seen following you past the back of its tongue and into its throat as its muscles work you down. You can hear a gurgling sound below you, telling you that its stomach is more than ready to accept you as its meal. Then all of the muscles constrict around you and suck you deeper. You can feel your feet passing through a fleshy opening and into a softer, less constricting chamber. The muscles rhythmically squeeze and pull you deeper until you completely spill out into the beasts stomach.
The stomach itself now massages over your entire body working bile and gastric juices all over you. It smells overpoweringly of fish, but you get used to it after a while. You can't help but to get aroused at the shear helplessness you feel within the beast. Plus your pleasure center seems to be getting overloaded while you digest. This combination eventually brings you into a never-ending chain of orgasms, one which only subsides when you finally pass out for the last time in the digestive stew.
As for the crocodile. Well, lets just say that it thoroughly enjoyed eating you for dinner. After swallowing you down, it found a nice spot to sunbathe and digest you properly.
