The sun blazed high overhead, casting a golden glow over Little Sarah's backyard. The five-year-old's laughter rang through the air as she played in the sprinkler, her small, naked body glistening in the sunlight. Her loyal German Shepherd, Max, trotted over to join her, barking playfully and nudging her with his wet nose.
Sarah squealed and ran away, her bare feet slapping against the warm concrete. But Max was faster, and he caught up to her easily. She tumbled to the ground, her laughter filling the air as they wrestled and played.
As they rolled around, Max got excited and accidentally peed on Sarah. She yelped in surprise, but then something unexpected happened. A strange warmth spread across her belly, and it didn't feel bad. In fact, it felt kind of nice.
Sarah looked up at Max, who was wagging his tail and looking very pleased with himself. "You little devil, you!" she exclaimed, giving Max a playful shove. She hopped up and dashed back to the sprinkler, Max hot on her heels.
This time, Sarah let Max catch her. When he peed on her again, she giggled and wriggled in delight. The warm stream of pee felt strangely soothing, and she couldn't help but moan softly.
Max, sensing Sarah's pleasure, got even more excited. He started humping her leg, his thrusts growing more urgent. Sarah, always the curious one, wondered what would happen if she let Max go further. She reached down and guided his erection to her tiny opening.
Max didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed inside her, and Sarah gasped at the sudden fullness. It hurt a little, but it also felt good, in a strange and forbidden way. Sarah wrapped her legs around Max's waist, urging him deeper. She clung to his fur, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Max started pumping faster, his hips slapping against Sarah's tiny bottom. Sarah felt a familiar warmth building inside her, and she knew she was about to climax. She threw her head back and cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Max kept thrusting, his own climax building.
With a final, powerful thrust, Max filled Sarah with his hot seed. She shuddered with pleasure, her body limp and sated.
From that day on, Sarah decided to never wear clothes again. It made it so much easier for Max to fuck her and piss on her whenever she wanted. And Sarah wanted it a lot. She was a bold and shameless little exhibitionist, and she loved every minute of it.
As she lay in the sun, Sarah looked up at the clear blue sky and smiled. "Thank you, Max," she whispered. "That was amazing."
Max wagged his tail and licked her face, his tongue warm and rough against her skin. Sarah giggled and pushed him away. "Okay, okay, that's enough," she said, grinning.
But even as she spoke, Sarah's hand strayed down to her still-wet pussy. She started stroking herself, her fingers moving in slow, lazy circles. Max watched her, his eyes bright with interest.
"Want to go again?" Sarah asked, her voice husky with desire.
Max barked and nudged her with his nose.
Sarah laughed and stood up, leading Max back to the sprinkler. "Let's see if we can break our record," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
And so, under the hot summer sun, Little Sarah and Max played and explored, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. It was a dance of pleasure and desire, of dominance and submission. And it was a dance that Sarah would never tire of.
For she was a bold and shameless little exhibitionist, and she loved every minute of it.
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