Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: anonymous@anonymous.com
Subject: Puppy Love (F, dog)
Date: 29 May 92 06:27:02 GMT

			   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 tyrannical, 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 areoles 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 Jergens lotion into her palm. Fiery tingles began to
course up her inner thighs and inflame 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 surprised 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 protrude from its sheath. Susan
was lying on her side, her bottom leg stretched out and the other
drawn up. He licked the back of the knee of her outstretched 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 inflaming 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 fingertips 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 abandon. 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!
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 pent up 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.