“Guess what, Pippi. You’re in for a real treat. Today is Dog Day at the Arboretum.” Jasmine cuddled her little dog and took him out to the car.

They arrived at the Arboretum early enough to beat the crowd, and after affixing Pippi’s leash, they set off around along the path which circled the lake, a walk of about one mile. But not quite halfway around, Pippi insisted they take a detour.

“You love the troll, don’t you, you little devil? I know what you’re thinking. What happened to his big cock? Probably some monstrous monster swooped down and snatched it away, leaving you not the least little nibble. Poor Pippi.”

Pippi barked once as if in agreement, then shed his collar and dashed off.

“Stop, stop,” Jasmine shouted, but to no avail. Pippi had the scent of something. “Or at least slow down,” Jasmine called out. “These shoes aren’t meant for running. And it better not be a skunk. A squirrel or a bunny would be bad enough.”

It wasn’t too many minutes later Pippi came into view. “Oh, sweetie,” Jasmine said, for down the path Pippi was sexually engaged—a handsome partner about five times Pippi’s size.

“That your dog?” It was a man, a big man, at least twice Jasmine’s size. Jasmine couldn’t help but think of that troll. “I wonder what the puppies will look like,” he said, an almost wistful tone to his voice.

“Ha!” Jasmine snorted. “If there are puppies it’s not my problem. Not Pippi’s either.”

The man shrugged. “They do seem to be enjoying themselves. For a little guy, your Pippi is quite the stud.”

Jasmine snorted again. “I taught him everything he knows.”

“Ha, you’re kidding,” the man said.

Jasmine shrugged and smiled. “Maybe, maybe not. Want a demonstration?”

The man backed off half a step. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Jasmine replied. “Yank down those trousers and we’ll see.”

“I’m tempted,” the man said.

“Want some help?”

“I’m big enough to take down my own...”

“Oh, you are,” Jasmine admitted, when the man’s trousers approached his knees. Unlike the troll, he had a most substantial cock.

Jasmine wasted no time stepping out of her panties. She hopped into the big man’s embrace, and the two fell to the forest floor. Jasmine rode him reverse cowgirl for a few minutes before the man somehow managed to regain his feet, his cock still deep in Jasmine’s cunt.

It was the most unusual standup fuck Jasmine had ever experienced, and the outcome was glorious.

Less than a minute after they’d finished, Pippi appeared. Jasmine reattached his collar. “It’s mostly for show,” she told the man. “The chain is plastic, and the collar, as you can see, is meant for someone with a more substantial neck.”

“I’d say he’s pretty substantial,” the man said as he pulled his pants up over his cunt-wet cock. “Now I’d better track down Missy. Thanks for the fuck.”

“My pleasure,” Jasmine said, and she and Pippi watched him stroll off. He was whistling wildly off key.

“Whew,” Jasmine told Pippi. “That was something else. She and Pippi made their way back to the main trail and finished the walk around the lake.

By then dogs of all sorts had congregated.

“You want to go around again?” Jasmine asked. “I know I wouldn’t mind.”

Pippi barked an enthusiastic yes, and the pair set off.