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Fun in the Park

Bri getting to play, though not in the way most of the adults at the park would approve of! Thank goodness she could find someone that also likes games.

I may consider writing a story to go with this one, but if anyone wants to write something, feel free!

The only thing on the little mixed breed pups mind was the game her teacher had showed her that afternoon. She was on her way home now, dazed as she touched her throat. She wasn’t sure how she was even able to swallow so much of his pink thing, or the white cream that followed. It left a sore feeling from the very back for a while after as well; Thankfully he didn’t call for Bri to answer anything from the board.

As the sound of screams and laughter reached the little cub’s ears, Bri lifted her head a little to notice the other cubs running around. They chased, skipped, wiggled, collided, tumbled, and hustled around under the gentle swaying branches of the surrounding trees. It wasn’t until she noticed the old canine near the bathrooms also eyeing the cubs that made her curious. She approached without hesitation, smiling up at her elder, who may have only been in his mid thirties. She was young so anything older than her, in her opinion, was very old.

“What are you doing, Mister?” Bri asked the stranger, never minding he was trying to hide in the foliage.

His face first twisted in shock, then to fear. Then it slowly shifted into something she couldn’t place. His hand was hidden, along with some of his lower half and chest from where she stood. It was a wonder she even noted the dark brown dog against the shaded, wooded area. The collie mix stared happily up at him as he mentioned he’d lost something on the way to use the potty.

“I can help look,” she chirped excitedly. She stepped through the brush without reservation, her eyes downcast, scanning the dirt. His voice changed a little as she moved closer, talking about a small trinket. He promised to give it to her if she found it, so it only doubled her efforts. She didn’t even bother to look back at the other canine even as he crouched lower to the ground. His eyes memorizing every detail of her soft thighs, as she dipped down to look under the dense leaves. Her school uniform skirt lifting at the bend.

His rough, padded paws greedily rubbing on the head of his red rocket, currently bobbing from its sheath in excitement. His thumb rolling over the weeping slit, spreading the cum over it generously. He muttered small encouragements to the cub, ever so focused.

“Ey, kid. You a fan of games?”

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