Archive-name: Bestial/supepper.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Susan and Pepper Puppy Love? Susan's wrist alarm, lying on the beach towel beside her, began its insistent beeping as a reminder to roll over. She was no dummy, she didn't want to get fried at the beginning of the season. She stretched her lithe, firm body, reached back with both hands to pull the bikini bottom from between her cheeks to spread it over her sun-warmed bottom and tied her top before rolling to her back. "Fifteen minutes on the front side," she thought to herself, "and that'll be enough for the afternoon." Her movement just barely caught Pepper's attention as he dozed in the shade of the deck. He didn't like the hot sun on his black coat when it got this warm and really appreciated that Susan had bought enough rope for him to have the run of the back yard when he was out; he could choose sun or shade as he wanted while he was out. Susan splorked more lotion into her palm to spread on her firm tummy. She put the bottle down and rubbed lotion all over, not wanting to miss any spots the sun might hit. Since she was alone and this was her first opportunity *ever* to get some tan on her pubic mound, she edged the bikini bottom down so that the sun would hit just about where her mound started to separate and rubbed some lotion there. She still had tingles there from the first shave she had *ever* given herself, just before sunning; the tingles hadn't stopped because now her bikini bottom was in constant contact with bare, sensitive, skin and she was not used to the sensation. "Hmmmh ....." as her finger passed over the top of the place where her mound separated. She really wanted to slide her finger further down. "This is certainly not going to help ease my tension," she thought. She carefully spread her body on the towel to catch the maximum of the sun's rays after resetting her wrist alarm. Feeling the warmth relaxed her, somewhat, and she began reflecting on all that had taken place in the last two weeks. Here she was, at the age of 18 and in her first apartment, having freedom from her tyranical, but generous, parents. She didn't have to towel down the shower wall after showering; she could leave her dishes until the evening to wash them; she didn't have to wear those loooonnng skirts; she could pick up her clothes _later_; she bought her first bikini and then discovered why some girls shaved themselves; she shaved herself (although it took a week to work up the courage to do it). She enjoyed the beginning of college away from home and found studying limits in calculus challenging and fun. She was free and was enjoying the opportunity to make her own choices. Of course, she regretted the reason she had Pepper. Barbara, Susan's best friend, had gotten him as a pup two years ago. Barbara went to Chicago to attend school and couldn't find an apartment that would allow Pepper. Barb's folks refused to care for the "mutt" (as they called him) and so she asked Susan to take him. Susan jumped at the chance because she and Pepper were good friends and also because her own folks didn't want her to. So, Pepper was now her first *ever* pet. He was handsome in his sleek black fur, his friendly face was adorable with the soft brown eyes and, as he walked with Susan, his shoulders would rub at knee level- a comforting reminder he was there. He liked it because he still got food and water and still got to sleep on a bed. Susan's alarm roused her from her thoughts, she gathered her things and went back inside wondering about her supper after showering. "I think I'll just have a little wine, fruit and cheese that Mark sent with me. That'd send mom into a tizzy!!" Mark, whom she'd loved for three years now, would be here next week. He was also raised by protective parents and wasn't allowed to associate with many fellow students. Maybe they might, for the first time *ever* do more than they had done before. She hoped that maybe that would be the cure for the tingles and urges that wouldn't go away. Sure, it was nice for him when he got that way because all she had to do was wrap her hand around him and squeeze and slide up and down--he'd have these strong pulses that would cause him to squirt on her hand--then he'd go limp. Susan was a little jealous because there was nothing for her to grab that would make her squirt and "go limp", so to speak. It didn't help when Mark would slide a finger in (there was only room for one because of the small hole in her hymen) and slide it in and out, that would just leave her more frustrated and it would take her longer yet to calm down. The water from the shower splashed at the back of her neck and trickled down her firm body, well-toned by the years of aerobics. As it ran over her flat abdomen, it tickled its way across the newly-exposed pubic area; this was a new sensation, it sure didn't feel the same way as it did when she was twelve and still bare! Stepping out of the shower, she pulled the plush towel across her shoulders, drying them so that she could un-ribbon her shoulder- length blond hair. Drying herself *lower* again brought sensations that focussed her attention to the tingling region. "I've got to wear something", she thought, "that will leave me alone! No matter what I do, I can't get away from this stuff that touches me down there. What can I wear that will *not* rub against me?" Almost regretting the decision to shave herself, she rummaged through her drawers and found her tennis skirt. It was long enough to cover her tiny bottom . After all, she was alone and that, along with her top band (also newly acquired and pretty skimpy) would satisfy her sense of modesty. Examining herself in the mirror with her innocent, soft blue eyes, she was pleased with her firm body that had nicely filled out from the gangly mid-teen she had been. Before eating, she took fresh water out to Pepper along with some food. As usual, she knelt down on one knee to pour the water. And, as usual, Pepper gave her an affectionate lick and it landed on the inside of her ankle. This time it had a different effect, it caused a tingle to shoot up her leg to the recently shaved region. "Hmmh .... I'm so sensitive that any touch will set me off." She shrugged the incident off as an accident of circumstances and went inside to feed herself. Susan's supper was delicious and she giggled as juice from an orange slice squirted on the upper globe of a breast and began to trickle down. Under her stretch top, the coolness caused her nipple to grow firm in the center of her walnut-sized areola and this triggered a lower, inner contraction that caused her to squeeze her thighs together as she brushed the back of her hand across her firm nipple. "Everything gets to me when I'm like this," she lamented. Not wanting to blow the one class she was taking in summer school, Susan calmed down (some), cleared the table and successfully tackled the problems on limits. She decided as dusk approached, all by herself, that it was time to wash the dishes. Busily washing away, she glanced out the window to the back yard and what she saw caused her to catch her breath. It wasn't that there was another, smaller dog in the yard with Pepper. It's what Pepper was doing to the other dog! He was licking high between her hind legs and she was just standing there, almost seeming to back into him. Pepper eventually raised a paw over the dog's back to pull her to him and Susan's breath caught again as she now saw Pepper's engorged penis out of its sheath. Instead of presenting herself to Pepper, the other dog turned, licked his penis and then left Pepper's rope range leaving him poking hot holes in the air. This little tart continued to tantalize pepper by presenting herself for licks and then licking him and running. Having finished the few dishes, Susan dried her hands while watching in fascination the ultimate teasing. She then automatically pumped some Jurgens lotion into her palm. Fiery tingles began to course up her inner thighs and enflame the shaved patch as she thought of how the lotion reminded her of Mark's release and how Mark felt in her hand and how Pepper was not getting release and how Pepper was licking and how *she* couldn't get release and how her nipples were straining and how her lower lips were feeling pouty and how good the lotion was feeling as she slid her hand up the front of her tennis skirt and was rubbing outer lips and how her clitoris was straining and how Pepper's tongue felt on her ankle and ... She stopped rubbing. She *knew* it could never be enough. She wiped her finger, damp from her vaginal juices, above the inside of her knee. She broke her fascination when it became apparent that Pepper would be ultimately tormented and she *knew* how he would feel. Susan went out the door and the other dog skittered away across the neighbor's lawns. She called Pepper over to protect him and bring him in for the night. Boy, was he glad to see her!! As she nervously unfastened the rope from his collar, he licked her face, hands and *above the inside of her knee* where she had just wiped her finger! Whoa!! Fiery tingles!!!! Inside the kitchen, as Susan knelt down to pet him and calm him down, Pepper continued his appreciative licks; his organ not decreasing in size. He licked where the orange had squirted and his enthusiastic licking pulled her nipple out from its cover to expose it to licks. Her tummy drew in with the intensity of the sensations. Her mind was focused on his swollen member. "I can't do this!" she thought. Yet, she did. She slid her hand over his side to his under-belly. Pepper's tummy tightened as she slid her hand back further. "But it's not fair for Pepper to suffer!" She tentatively slid back and for the first time *ever* felt a dog's penis. She slid her fingers down and was surprized to find a large knob at the base and apparently he really liked it when she slid his sheath firmly across it while squeezing. He was now licking on the inside of her thigh when she felt his tummy, like Mark's, draw in. Pepper had now stopped licking and had her thigh between his front paws, his back legs were braced, his backside began pumping his penis in her hand and she could feel squirts of moisture on her wrist. Susan was envious of Pepper's ability to get release because his licking had brought her to a level she had never felt before. The way her vagina was churning and twitching, it was maddening to know it would take hours for her to return to normal. Here was Pepper, in front of her licking his still erect, but slowly decreasing, penis; his torment was over. Susan had a long, cool shower. The evening had not cooled. Susan still used the sheet over herself but was au natural underneath, just as she had started for the first time *ever* the first night in the apartment. Pepper had settled in on the other side of the bed, his adorable head resting on his paws. Since this was the first time *ever* to be in bed after shaving herself, she was aware of even the sheet across her sensitive mound. Every movement caused the cotton to caress the newly exposed skin. Not wanting further arousal, she slid her hand over her mound to go to sleep. Sleep came. Dreams came. And in her dreams Pepper came, Pepper licked. In her sleep, she'd begun to rub her mound and then her labia. Her middle finger slipped easily between her lips and was pulsing on her unsatisfied clitoris. In her sleep, she curled, she twisted, she straightened out, she spread her sculpted legs, she breathed more and more heavily. The sheet drifted off her body. Pepper, not a sound sleeper, noticed the movement and became aware of a smell like one he had tasted on the inside of her knee. He liked it. Maybe there was more there. Well, let's find out. He raised up and the tip of his penis began to protude from its sheath. Susan was lying on her side, her bottom leg stretched out and the other drawn up. He licked the back of her knee of the outstreched leg. He liked it. He licked even higher up above her knee. He could smell that he was getting closer to the source. More than the tip was now exposed. Susan was dreaming of Pepper licking her leg so the actual licking fit right into her dream. This was causing her vagina to become more and more active and causing her to rub even harder. In her sleep, she rolled to her back. Pepper had to straddle her legs to keep licking. Susan ever so slightly parted her knees for easier access by her finger. This action caused Pepper to move even higher in his licking action enflaming her even more. Susan woke to find herself more aroused with more internal heat than she had *ever* felt before. And there was Pepper, doing in reality what she had been dreaming he was ... but he was moving even ... higher ... than in her dream! She knew where he was headed and had the stark realization that she didn't want to stop him but she had to. She closed her knees but Pepper continued licking with his tongue caressing both thighs at the same time; his tongue was close to grazing her shaved patch. Her breathing was now ragged and she was afraid he would stop and she was afraid he wouldn't stop. She rolled over to try to gain her senses. Straddling her legs, this only exposed her tight buttocks to his attention. The exploring tongue lapped at her nether cheeks; she had reached the point that she could do nothing but instinctively push her hips in the air to receive his flame-wielding lapping. Deciding that she'd had all she could take, she rolled over again to her back and, before she could act to stop him, his tongue found the crease on her inner thigh and then its target! "Oh god!! ...." her mind screamed as pleasure, the likes of which she had *never* felt before, coursed though her loins. She was now at Pepper's mercy as she could no longer hold her knees together; with each lick, her legs spread wider until he had to move his front paws between her quivering legs. She was approaching a limit never encountered in calculus! Her figertips began twisting her nipples spasmodically as Pepper's tongue lapped at her, beginning almost back to her pink little anus and up across her labia. As he drew it across her clitoris, the initial contact would raise the hood and the rest of his tongue would slide across naked, straining, flaming clit. Every lick would cause her eyes to tremble close, her tense legs to twitch and her pelvis to move towards the pleasure. Susan thought momentarily that it would take hours to recover from this arousal but the pleasure was too great to abondon. Her hands now were at her sides and her fingers curled and flexed, driven by forces deep inside. She threw her arms up by her head as she pushed and tightened her pelvic muscles; her breathing came in jerks and pulses as the incredible erotic waves coursed through her body. She was beyond the fear of not having release, she was now afraid that this would not ...(oh... what is happening?) ... stop. Her abdomen was locked firm and her insides pushed. (Oh, ... mmmMHH! ..... it's building !!) Her hands were by her sides as she arched her ...(my word .... is something wrong? ... I've *never* felt like this inside) ..back to meet ...(aaagh...I'm going wild with....oh god...too much)... the lapping tongue. It happened. The limit was reached. Fuses blew! The awakening which she had *never* felt before lit the fuse for the beginning of her inner explosion. Her hands reached beneath her buttocks to completely expose her aching crotch to the accurate ministering. Years of pentup tension was being gathered and released as her vagina took over her body and caused her abdomen to push and contract and churn and suck and squeeze and flutter as the first explosive waves of her first *ever* orgasm washed across her body causing her vagina and anus to pulse in convulsive rhythm. The pushes exposed more of her crotch to Pepper's tongue. It seemed that every wave brought about another. Susan loved it!! What release!!! What a relief! ... peaceful ... covered with a soft sheen of sweat ... relaxing ... hmmmm .... But now she looked at Pepper and realized that he was once again engorged. She decided that a hand job would not do since he had treated her so nicely. Taking some lotion from her dresser, Susan rolled over and spread some around and in her back, pink, still tingling canal. No hand job for Pepper so---maybe this is a step up. (She knew he was too big for her vagina-which she could never consider-even though he was smaller than Mark.) Presenting her backside to him, she reached around to pull his front paws up around her waist. She then wiggled around and backwards until she could feel hot, probing flesh against her buttocks. The closeness of Pepper and anticipation sent searing waves through her entire lower body. The arousal just dispensed with was rapidly returning. Pepper was not sure what was happening but he was beginning to like this also! The pointed tip poked at the opening and Susan alternately pushed and squeezed to slowly admit the engorged probe. As the tip was in place, Susan reached between her legs and hoped to find a spot to rub that would create another awakening spark and all that followed; she was ready! That was apparently all that was needed for Pepper to suddenly have his penis take over and slam his pelvis against her welcoming buttocks. Susan found her clitoris and *knew* that this was the spot. Pepper's panting, pounding and stimulation quickly aided Susan's efforts and the spark hit. As spasms of pleasure again coursed though her channels, the squeezing of her anus on the thrusting rod caused Pepper to explode inside of her. Susan relaxed as she had not for some time. As she went to sleep, it was almost like she had delightful little after-shocks that brought her thighs together as she thought of the wonderful, excruciating release she had *never* had before. Pepper licked himself clean, settled in, went to sleep and dreamed doggy dreams. --