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Another crisp day in the early autumn. Not cold enough for a coat, not so hot that she'd rather stay inside; this was just how Jeri liked it and she planned to make most of it. She had walked the whole mile to the dog park in her usual attire: a snug yet comfortable tee into which her nipples poked, and her sandals. Her glasses, too, if you wanted to be pedantic about what constituted clothing. The sun felt wonderful on her pale, freckled skin and she was rarely without a smile.

At her side, no need for a leash on such a well-trained beast, was her beloved husky dog Bruce. Like most well-loved dogs, Bruce had dozens of names, all of them sweet and spoken in a typically endearing way. All that Bruce knew was that he loved his owner very much. Jeri had found just the right middle ground of spoiling and discipline to keep him in line, yet still he was sweet as pure sugar. Bruce loved strangers and other dogs, he never snapped or snarled no matter the situation.

It was close to noon when Jeri and Bruce came to the benches and the sprawling grass that made up the dog park proper. With a sigh, the somewhat chubby girl sat on a bench and let her wide rear rest for a moment. "Go play, Bruce," she said, smiling, and he darted across the grass, barking happily and peeing on every tree he could locate.

Jeri relaxed in the sun, enjoyed the breeze on her skin and on her privates. Other dog owners walked by on the path, most offering a smile or a wave. Many, like Jeri, were bottomless. Some, totally nude. There was no staring or snickering. Everybody was comfortable. Jeri couldn't remember a time things hadn't been this way.

Watching Bruce run and play with a few other dogs made her smile. She loved him; he was such a wonderful dog, her best friend in every way imaginable. For half an hour he played and ran, ran and played, and continued to pee on all the trees in a futile attempt to mark his territory. After a while he trotted back to Jeri, panting and happy. She leaned down and she cooed, "Who's a good Brucie-boo? You having fun, boy?"

Just as happy to answer to Brucie-boo as any other name Jeri cooed at him, the dog barked and wagged his tail. He slurped Jeri's face. Jeri giggled and she kissed his sticky jowls, pushed her tongue into his maw. Bruce slurped her back, eagerly tasted the inside of her mouth, and Jeri was happy to slurp back. Still others were using the path, paying no mind to this display of affection. It was more unusual not to see these couplings of beast and human.

With a huff Jeri pulled back. Her mouth glinted with the dog's slobber. She scooted forward on the bench and parted her chubby thighs, then with her fingers casually spread her pussylips to him. "Here, boy," she called gently.

Delighted, Bruce haphazardly ate his mistress out. The wildness with which he slobbered and slurped was exactly why Jeri so strongly preferred dogs to other humans; dogs didn't worry about how well they performed, dogs just went for it with everything they had. As she cooed and moaned, Bruce was only driven to slurp her humid pussy even harder. The smell of her enticed the dog and his heavy red phallus made its slow appearance, pushing its way out of his sheath like a tube of lipstick.

"Ooh, good boy, Bruce," she sighed, ruffling his head with her free hand. "Mama loves you, you're su-u-uch a good doggie!"

Bruce barked, delirious with joy. He darted in a circle and Jeri laughed; making her laugh only made him happier. He sprung up onto the bench and onto her, and he lapped her face with the rich odor of pussy mingled into his dog breath. Jeri kissed him back, shallow pecks on his handsome snout. She grabbed his penis and stroked it slowly, feeling it over and helping it out of its sheath. The bulb of the knot was yet to come, still in its warm and fuzzy tube.

From close by came a stranger's voice. "Wow, he's handsome."

Jeri and Bruce both looked over to see a woman of similar age and build to Jeri. "Oh, my Brucie is beautiful and he knows it." She smiled at the other woman, who also stood bottomless but with sneakers on her feet. "Bruce, say hello."

The husky jumped down from the bench, penis waggling and leaving precum everywhere it hung. He nosed up to the stranger who squatted down, ruffled his ears, then casually took hold of his penis. "What a pretty boy! I've never been with a husky. May I?"

Jeri got down on the soft grass and Bruce darted back over. Jeri laughed and bopped him playfully on the nose. "You didn't do a very good job saying hello, mister."

The stranger joined them. She peeled off her shirt and tossed it on the bench, baring fairly heavy breasts. Jeri thought to do the same thing, exposing her modest handfuls and the rings which pierced her large nipples.

"My name's Diane," she said.

"Jeri," she said, "and this, of course, is Bruce."

The dog, sitting in the grass, looked from one girl to the other. His tongue dangled out of his maw. Diane leaned close, touched lips with the dog, Bruce slurped into her maw. He tail giddily wagged as he made out with the stranger.

As Diane kissed the dog, Jeri coaxed him to stand with a pull on his hips then laid in the soft grass beneath him. She kissed the pointed, leaking tip of his penis, took it past her lips, suckled it contentedly. There was no part of Bruce she was not familiar with; she had even eaten his ass and sampled his scent the way dogs did to one another. This in itself was not unusual, and in fact she watched as Diane, free of the kiss and laughing at Bruce's friendliness, moved behind her dog and felt under his tail.

"Call me old-fashioned, but I believe in a friendly sniff," the girl said before she took a whiff of Bruce's anus. Then she kissed his pink, snug rim, and at the same time Bruce nosed her own wide, pale bottom and snuffled into her crack.

Jeri spat out Bruce's cock, said to Diane, "Looks like he likes you."

"Well, I like him too," Diane cooed before giving his anus another indulgent lick. "Mm, he smells nice, and he tastes even better. How's his cock?"

Jeri grinned at Diane. She clutched his fat penis, which by then was fully free of its sheath, and pushed it between his hind legs in offering. "Try for yourself. He's a little gamey, though - he sure loves to pee all over the park."

As Diane took hold of Bruce's throbbing phallus, she chuckled, "What good boy doesn't?" For just a moment she studied its plumpness and the nearly constant trickle of precum from its pointed head. "You're a big boy, Bruce," she cooed. Bruce panted and gave a concise, playful bark.

Diane indulgently mouthed Bruce's penis, suckled his tip, swallowed his precum. She slid her lips along its sides as if it were a harmonica or an ear of corn, found herself savoring the musky dogflesh. Cupped his knot and gave it a kiss, then said to Jeri, "You're really lucky to have such a pretty boy. He like to fuck?"

The freckled girl grinned slightly. "Of course he does. Don't you, Brucie?" Bruce panted her way, tongue hanging slack.

Jeri got on her hands and knees, savoring the warmth of the plush grass on her nude flesh. Wordlessly Diane joined her and they presented themselves, side by side with roughly a foot of space between their wide behinds. A dew of sweat glinted down in their cracks and on their genitals was just a shimmer of vaginal secretions.

Bruce perused both, nosing the friendly stranger and smelling her anus once again. He slurped it, slobbered it, started to mount her. The girl gasped, bit her lip. But on one of his doggy whims, Bruce stepped down and nosed Jeri's familiar, pale bottom. He smelled her anus too, familiar and comforting to him; then he slurped over her sex, tasted her subtle human musk while his penis dribbled and throbbed.

For a moment the husky seemed of two minds. He nosed Diane's buttocks, licked them; smelled her pussy, licked it too. Then Jeri again. He walked around them, licked Jeri's face and she licked back, loving his kisses whenever they came. Then he walked over to Diane, brushing past her. His bottom lingered by her face and she stole a brisk sniff of his anus, shuddered at his earthy musk.

"Pretty boy," Diane shivered.

Bruce barked happily. He walked around the girls one last time and he hiked a leg. Musky piss flowed from his cock, dousing Diane's upturned ass. The stranger moaned, said to no one in particular, "Ooh, I love being marked."

"He must [i]really[/i] like you," Jeri said, smiling. "Good boy, Brucie."

As the stream tapered off and left Diane's broad behind yellowed and dripping, Bruce put down his hiked leg and abruptly mounted his owner. He was clumsy and giddy, cock pricking at her ass cheeks, nudging her anus. Jeri shuddered, would have taken it gladly in either hole, but she chose to clutch Bruce's cock and guide him south. Then he plunged into her pussy, knot butting up against her labia, and a shuddering moan passed her lips.

"Aw," Diane said, but giggled in good nature. "Maybe next time he'll pick me." She sat close by, masturbating her piss-soaked genitals, at times smelling her fingers, licking the golden dew off of them.

The chubby, pale girl squirmed beneath her bucking, panting dog. She moaned to him, "Oh, good boy, Brucie, [i]good boy!"[/i] His knot slapped her pussy, making a soft wet noise with each collision. His balls flopped wildly just like his dangling tongue. He blasted hot breath across the back of Jeri's neck with every pant.

Jeri, lip bitten and turning white, dared to play with her clitoris. Bruce's knot and balls swatted her hand but she tweaked and rubbed her small pink bud eagerly; and after a moment she reached for her bouncing chest instead, fondling her nipples, feeling herself without shame.

Diane came close, and she spread her sex and offered its vulnerable pink to Bruce. The dog's humping was relentless, the husky plowing his owner with speed and strength, but he slathered the humid spread of Diane's pussy hungrily. The almost fishy scent and flavor of pussy excited the happy dog and his tongue slapped and dragged across her flesh, at times digging just barely into her, other times simply clumsily wagging across the whole area. No matter what he did, Diane cooed, moaned, and praised him generously. And Bruce, in turn, fucked his owner all the harder and snacked on the nice stranger.

"Ooh-, ooh yes, [i]yes,[/i] Brucie, yes," Jeri bleated. She was no longer fondling herself, just holding onto the grass in both fists. Upended blades stuck from between her fingers like knuckle dusters. Her cheeks were red, vagina embarrassingly wet. Runners of vaginal secretions and precum both loped between her thighs, making the grass below glint.

With a firm push, Bruce popped his fat and bulbous knot into Jeri's sex as he had many times before. The girl cried out in a delirious blend of pleasure and pain, and her freckled body shuddered as orgasm suddenly wracked her. Still Bruce was fucking her as she clenched and came, his knot pushing further in and pulling barely back, Jeri's pussy too snug to escape.

Diane came to the whining, panting dog's rescue when she knelt behind him. "Let me return the favor, handsome," she cooed, and she buried her nose in his anus. In the grip of her heightened pleasures the dog's anal scent seemed richer than ever before, but she was not content just to smell him. She dug her tongue into his pucker, frenched it open, tonguefucked it with severe stabs and slurps of her tongue. She held onto his furry hips as she ate him and his anal muscles clenched and resisted. He panted, whined, pushed awkwardly forward into Jeri and just as clumsily back into the nice stranger's tongue.

Bruce whimpered and panted, and he seemed to gasp when he came. His hips twitched as he shot his seed into Jeri's familiar womb. The freckled girl moaned deeply, said to the dog, "Oh, god, Bruce. You're such a good boy, mama loves you so much." Bruce, seemingly in response to the emphatic praise, slobbered her cheek with a musky tongue. Jeri turned her head and kissed him back, took his tongue into her mouth where she suckled it and licked it in kind.

For a few moments more Diane ate Bruce's anus, which in orgasm clenched spasmodically and exuded far more of its potent musk. She felt the dog trying to move and she withdrew her tongue reluctantly, though gave his rim one final kiss. Once Bruce hopped down and put himself ass to ass with his owner, Diane sat with legs spread and fingers buried in her pussy. She made out with the dog hungrily as she fingered herself, digging deep and hard while the dog's tongue raked into her mouth all the way to her wisdom teeth.

Although Jeri had little interest in other humans, the muffled cry Diane gave as she came with a mouth full of Bruce's tongue made her smile. It wasn't so much for Diane that she smiled, but for Bruce; he was such a good lover and she enjoyed sharing him with strange women and men alike.

Diane laid back in the grass, shuddering in afterglow, and Bruce dipped his head. Like licking from a puddle, he tasted her wet pussy delicately, stealing away the sticky moisture between her thighs.

"Isn't my Brucie a good boy?" Jeri asked, as she felt over her belly. She could feel the heat of Bruce's semen, incompatible but immensely satisfying in her human womb.

"Brucie is a [i]great[/i] boy," Diane said, sounding tired yet satisfied.

Bruce barked happily at the stranger.