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Lick 'n Tiff
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross All rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
Intended for adults only.


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Lick 'n Tiff
by rache


Chapter Three - Lick 'n Mom



"What?" I stared at Licorice and then I giggled as he nodded his head
seriously.

I'd just gotten home from school and I wasn't sure if I believed him
or not. Part of me wanted to, just because it had been a pretty cool
story, but most of me didn't because it made me a just a little bit
jealous too.

I mean, how would you feel if you'd spent eight hours at school, bored
out of your mind listening to some nun tell you how important geometry
was going to be in your career as a veterinarian? That's what I wanted
to be someday, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out how
finding the area of a triangle was ever going to help me deliver a
baby horse.

I'd have to ask Dr. Hanson about that. He was Lick's vet and just
about one of my best friends, except he was pretty old. Cute too.

So anyway, and then after school I rushed straight home because I'd
been drawing pictures of Licorice all day, well parts of Licorice, you
know, and jilling off under my plaid skirt because I'd forgotten to
wear panties on purpose, and then I get home expecting a big hot hard
welcome from my boyfriend...And he tells me he's too tired!

So I stood there, hands on my hips and feeling neglected the way a
girlfriend will when she needs something and doesn't get it, and
Licorice is trying to explain how he got all worn out.

Apparently, and I'm just telling you what Lick told me, evidently the
day started like any other for my four year old black lab...

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Except for the fact that I was running late! This happened to be a
Monday, which probably explains a lot. I never got the hang of Mondays
and I felt tired too, so I hit my snooze button like three times in
row, which totally spoiled any chance I had of getting off before
school. I ran around the house, trying to get dressed, looking for my
homework from all the way last Friday, brushing my hair, brushing my
teeth, brushing the lint off my skirt cause I forgot to clean the
filter in the dryer before I put it in there...Ugh!!!

I hate Mondays!

And Licorice just sat on my bed, frowning at me because he'd woken up
like he always did, expecting a good morning blowjob from his
beautiful sixteen year old bitch, or maybe even a nice quick game of
Breed the Blonde! Which is what Lick calls it, by the way, not me.
Boys are so like that! But I didn't have time for any of that because
I just knew my school bus would be early, since I was late, and it was
a Monday like I said.

And of course my mom wasn't any help at all either. She just clucked
her tongue and shook her head and drank her coffee. But what did she
care? She had the day off, lucky her, and she wasn't going to be late
for anything, except maybe a date with her vacuum cleaner since all
she ever did on her days off was clean. She could be so psycho
sometimes! Like she'd stepped out of a Good Housekeeping magazine or
something. Her favorite, by the way, which really shows how hopeless
Mom could be. I kept waiting for her to have a mid-life crisis so
she'd start reading Cosmo or something, but...

"Bye dear!" My mom wiggled her cheerful fingers at me and I just
scowled. "Have a nice day at school."

I ran to my bus stop, and that's two blocks away for some stupid
reason, and I was momentarily relieved when I saw Patricia standing
there. She's one of my friends and we go to school together and so if
she was there then I hadn't missed my bus. And of course she was happy
to see me too, because she thought maybe she'd missed the bus. It took
five minutes for us to realize that we'd both missed it and now had to
walk the mile and a half to school. Uphill, against the wind, and in
the rain.

Mondays suck.

That's my part of the story...

Lick's story, if you believe him, and I wasn't sure I did, begins
sometime later. He couldn't say for sure what time that was though,
since he never bothered to look at the clock. He knows how to tell
time, believe me, it's just that he's a dog and so time is totally
irrelevant to him, a fact he likes to point out when I'm running late
for school.

"You shoulda been born a dog, Tiff," he'll say and I just growl at
him.

Now my mom is an attractive woman by human standards, and so by dog
standards she's even more attractive than that. Dogs love girls and
they're all beautiful, even the ugly ones, so according to Licorice,
my mom is pretty amazingly stunning by dog standards. I'm not sure I'd
ever want to try and explain that to her though, but I think Mom knows
anyway. A woman can always tell when a guy likes her, it's
instinctive.

Anyway, Mom's especially gorgeous to Licorice, he says, because she
can open doors and big cans of dog food, and she scratches behind his
ears like nobody's business, but that's just Lick's sense of humor
talking. He really does like our blonde hair and blue eyes, except
he's color blind, so...I think he just loves our butts mostly. I don't
care if he's an ass-dog or not, Lick loves me and he's told me so a
zillion times. He loves my mom too, except she confuses him a lot.

Mostly because Lick knows she's in her prime, like mature and full
grown and just perfect for breeding. But she never does it for some
reason and that always confuses him. There are only three reasons for
living, according to Licorice: sleeping, eating, and breeding. My mom
does the first two just fine, but that third reason was kicking her
ass, and that's exactly how he put it. I'd never say something like
that! But four or five dog years and only one puppy to show for it?
Lick didn't get my mom's mating habits at all.

Licorice was relaxing, trying to fall back to sleep after Hurricane
Tiffany finally left for school and he was doing a good job of it too.
Lick said he was dreaming of me actually, but I think he was just
trying to cheer me up after my terrible Monday. Anyway, he knows how
badly I want to have his puppies, and Lick wants me to have puppies
too. He told me he was laying there on my bed, still smelling me and
liking that a lot, and dreaming about how I was fat with six baby
black labs in my belly. And my boobs were big and dripping milk and we
were kissing on the couch watching Casablanca and talking about names
for our babies...

When my mom happened to come into my room. She was wearing her old
bathrobe, according to Licorice, sort of a pink one, although that's
just because it was faded. It had been more of a lavender color once,
like ten years ago or something, but now it was pink. And probably she
was going to take a bath, since she had the day off and everything.
But she'd seen Licorice on my bed and decided maybe she should let him
outside, since it was morning and all.

She started taking off her earrings, Licorice told me, and I really
didn't know if I believed that or not. Firstly, I didn't remember
seeing my mom wearing any earrings when she was sitting in the kitchen
drinking her coffee. But I hadn't been looking for them either.
Secondly though, my mom generally took off her jewelry before she went
to sleep, not after she woke up. So Lick could have been making that
part up, but let's pretend he wasn't.

I have to humor him sometimes, cause he is my boyfriend.

And Mom walks into the bedroom, wearing her robe sort of loosely, I
guess, not really tied around her waist because she's just going from
her bedroom to the bathroom. And she got sidetracked, like I said,
taking a detour into my room and so that got Lick's attention right
away. I mean he could see her, you know, mostly almost naked, and Lick
is a boy and he likes seeing stuff like that.

My mom looks mostly like me, except she's older. When I'm online
sometimes, like in a chat room, usually the one called #RealDogLovers,
which is sort of a cool chat room except there's a lot of guys who
just want to see pictures of me and Licorice kissing and stuff, but I
ignore those. Anyway, when I'm on there and someone asks me "What do
you look like?" I mostly say "Welllll...I look like my mom, except
younger." And that should give them a clue, wouldn't you think?

But it doesn't so I have to tell them what my mom looks like. She's
kind of tall, but not really tall, and thin, but not skinny or
anything. She has legs all the way up to her nice round butt and
really great boobs. I hope I get boobs like hers because they're sorta
too big for the rest of her, but it still looks really good,
especially when she wears an awesome dress. My tits are a little too
small for my body, I think, but maybe not. I'm smaller all the way
around, really and Lick's into butts anyway and he says mine's
perfect, but he's my boyfriend too and if he didn't say that...You know.
I'd be kinda not happy.

That's what Licorice was looking at, except even more because he could
see my mom's soft flat tummy and her creamy thighs and even her golden
bush, which isn't much thicker than mine and mine is hardly thick at
all. He calls it a bush, not me. I hate that word. I think my mom
trims hers a little, but I never asked her or anything. I've seen her
naked though, you know, and it looks pretty neat, meaning well kept
and trimmed, and the other way too...Meaning pretty cool. I'd like to
trim mine sometime, but I'm a little nervous about it.

"Do you want to go outside, Licorice...Oh! Darn it..." my mom said,
according to Lick.

She'd dropped her earring, theoretically, and of course it didn't fall
right at her feet...But I'm getting ahead of myself. Or ahead of
Licorice, I should say.

When my mom asked Lick if he wanted to go out, he did what any dog
does. He stretched and yawned and licked his lips and hopped off the
bed, because going outside is always one of life's simple pleasures,
even if he really didn't need to right at that moment. Outside is like
heaven for dogs. Would you pass up a chance to go to heaven if you
could go back in the house and take a nap later?

Me neither.

He jumped off the bed just about the time my mom decided to drop one
of her earrings. He stood there in my bedroom, watching as my mom
frowned and looked around her feet for it, but of course it hadn't
landed at her feet, as I mentioned before. That magical earring had
done what all earrings do, and socks too, and anything else that comes
in pairs...It had disappeared!

According to Licorice.

And he tilted his head, watching patiently and not without some
genuine curiosity because humans in general, and the two bitches
living in his house in particular, never failed to amaze him with some
of the things we'd do...And I spent some time arguing that with him!
Licorice watched as my mom got down on her hands and knees, right
there on the carpet in her short, half-closed bathrobe, right in front
of my horny boyfriend.

Now, according to Licorice there's only one reason a bitch will ever
get on her hands and knees in front of a dog. We might pretend there's
other reasons, like a lost earring for example, but Lick wasn't buying
that. The only reason a full grown fertile beautiful bitch like my mom
would get down on the floor was if she was in heat. Or so my dog says.

And Licorice swears she was. In heat, I mean, although any other time
Lick will tell you that human females are in heat every day of the
week and twice on Sundays, we just pretend we aren't. But he wanted to
change his story, so I listened with a little roll of my eyes as
Licorice explained to me that my mom was most definitely ripe for
breeding at that particular instant and no other.

He could smell her, Lick told me, and I had a hard time arguing with
that, since his nose is like a thousand times better than mine. He
could smell my mom's pussy and, according to him, her need to breed
filled the air with the heady sweet scent of eau de come fuck me! Lick
has such a dirty mouth sometimes! I think he just says the really bad
words because he likes to see me blush. Dogs can't blush, you know, so
they like it when we do. It's a lot like laughing.

Mom had gotten on her hands and knees and actually a little lower than
that even, or at least her shoulders were, because she'd decided to
look under my bed. And of course my mom's bathrobe isn't exactly one
of those long ones either, in fact it's pretty short on her. I mean,
yeah, it covers her tight round butt just fine, but it wasn't going to
cover anything else while she was down on the floor like that!

My dog could see everything! My mom's little puckered up and golden
brown butthole...Thanks for telling me, Lick, like I need to know about
my mom's butt?...and most especially her swollen pussy. He said it was
swollen, like puffy and fat and had sort of a soft pink crease
splitting the darker flesh of her vulva. Thin, buttery labia,
according to him, and just a hint of coral colored clitoris trying to
peek shyly from her folds. My mom, he told me with a serious nod, has
a sweet little camel toe.

Licorice spent a lot of time getting his words just right and I
wondered if he hadn't been looking through my thesaurus or something.
And where had he heard camel toe before? He's such a brat!

Right then Licorice knew exactly what my mom wanted. The only thing
that confused Lick, and he was looking to me for an explanation, was
why my mom had insisted on playing the silly game with her earring. If
she just wanted to breed with him, all she had to do was tell him.
Lick assured me he would have been more than happy to help Mom out,
because he was that sort of a dog. Meaning the helpful horny kind, and
I'd frowned at that.

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe my mom had lost an earring?" I
stared at Licorice. "That maybe she wasn't thinking about you at all?"

But neither of us believed that. I was just being moody, since I was
his girlfriend and all. Unlike my mom. And the idea of Licorice
cheating on me like that? With my own mother...It was a Monday, like I
said, and so I forced myself to be patient and listen to the rest of
Lick's story.

Not that the rest of the story is all that hard to figure out. My mom
had her beautiful pert, heart shaped butt in the air, her long dark
nipples rubbing the carpet, and her head and both arms under my bed,
feeling around for the missing piece of jewelry. It was like one of
those letters they put in dirty men's magazines, except that Licorice
wasn't a man and this was a true story...if you believed my dog.

Licorice wasted no time and I believed that part of it. I knew for a
fact his penis could go from nothing but a soft furry sheath to a good...
I don't know...call it seven inches anyway, it's pretty big and I'm just
guessing anyway. Go from nothing to seven angry inches of red dripping
dog cock in like three seconds flat! Well, not really angry, but it
looks angry sometimes, at least to me, since it is red and veined with
blue and white and fat! It gets really fat in the middle, but the tip
is what's really cool, sort of pointed with a little lip at the bottom
and it does get really wet.

That was probably a good thing for my mom because Licorice told me
that she was tight! Even tighter than me, which was like the last
thing I wanted to know about my mom. She felt so tight, Lick told me,
that it almost hurt him when Licorice pushed his penis inside her. And
he'd had to do it quick, my dog confessed, because my mom let out a
howl like you wouldn't believe!

He didn't rape her though, he promised me that, and I hoped Licorice
was right. It was bad enough he'd made love to another bitch,
especially my own mom, but raping her? That would be really bad. I
didn't think I'd want a rapist for a boyfriend, would you? So Licorice
was quick to assure me that Mom howled out of pleasant surprise at the
size of his canine cock than anything else. She wasn't protesting,
Lick told me, not at all. She was loving every hard inch of it!

I told him he'd better not be lying, cause no means no, you know? But
I didn't think he would make something like that up. More than a few
times I'd been surprised myself at how big and hard Lick's cock could
get and he did tend to push it in pretty fast when he was really
horny. So I could understand my mom being more than a little
surprised, even if she was inviting Licorice to fuck her like my dog
was insisting.

And Licorice slammed his cock all the way inside too, and he said
slammed, I'm not adding anything to his story, believe me. He slammed
that big hard prick all the way inside her tight pussy, wrapping his
front legs around her narrow waist and hugging her the way he'd hugged
me so many times before. He's strong too, Licorice is, not a wimpy
little dog. He's a big black lab and a healthy one, big even for that
breed, and he was probably about as big as my mom actually,
considering she was on her elbows and knees at the time.

Licorice dug his back paws into the carpet, which was a lucky break
for him. He has an awful time fucking me in the kitchen! It's sort of
funny because there's no traction on the linoleum, you know? So he's
like spinning his wheels, so to speak, and whining the whole time, but...
I'm getting off the subject, huh?

Anyway, Lick gets plenty of traction on carpet, and with my mom under
the bed like she was, and Lick's huge cock balls deep in her pussy,
and a good 90 pounds of eagerly fucking dog riding her ass...Mom wasn't
going to do anything but take it like the bitch she now was! Lick
didn't have to tell me that, I knew it from first hand experience.
When he gets me down, I stay down until he'd done! And the truth is
that I kinda dig that in a boyfriend, you know?

I have to confess that when Licorice got to this part of the story I
just had to start rubbing myself. I felt so itchy down there between
my legs! I wanted Lick to lick me, but I wanted to hear the rest of
the story too, so I had to content myself with rubbing my hard little
clit while he talked. It was still good like that and Licorice didn't
mind, he liked watching me masturbate. He thought it was pretty funny
and asked me why I didn't just lick myself, since that's how dogs do
it.

There were some things I just couldn't explain to him.

My mom was loud too, according to Licorice. She was yelling the whole
time, and pushing herself back against him hard, rolling her ass and
rocking her hips. She was a great fuck, or so Licorice told me, but he
might have been trying to make me jealous. As if I wasn't already! My
mom was fucking my boyfriend! And doing a good job of it according to
him. She was saying stuff like "Noooooo...Stop...Oh God No...No..." And things
like that at first, playing hard to get.

Later though, my mom changed her tune and "Noooo Stop!" became "Noooo
Don't Stop!" according to Licorice and that made sense.

I'd played hard to get plenty of times; it was one of our favorite
games. Licorice would start making love to me and I'd say no and
giggle and push him away. He'd come back and try and mount me and I'd
scoot away from him, you know, those kinds of games. They were fun and
when I finally did let him inside me it was really good. Mom was older
than me and she'd probably had a lot of sex, I was sure, so she knew
how to play that game even better than me, I thought.

Licorice thought so too, because he told me how hot and wet she was
right from the start. That sounded a little fishy, but Licorice swore
it was true. She'd gotten herself ready for him, Lick said, the same
way I did sometimes, by rubbing myself off a little before we had
sex.

I gave Licorice a little frown at that though, since he'd told me
before that he'd been sleeping and dreaming about me, so how would he
know what my mom had been doing? He just gave me a funny look and
explained that my mom did it almost every morning after I left for
school. Right after she had her coffee, she'd go into her bedroom and
play with her pussy for awhile. He'd heard her and seen her do it
countless times, and smelled her too. That was always the best part
for him, the scent of my mom jilling off before her bath. He suspected
she'd been doing it that morning too and the smell was what had made
him dream of me.

It was hard to argue with that sort of dog logic. I knew my mom
masturbated. I mean, every woman does, except probably Sister Judith.
She's my English teacher and I seriously doubted she even knew where
her clitoris was, let alone what it was for. That's too bad too
because if a woman ever needed to have an orgasm, it's Sister Judith.
She's so uptight she took a magic marker and censored her bible! It's
a lot shorter that way though, I have to admit.

Anyway, so Licorice had no trouble pushing the entire length of his
hard cock inside my mom's very ready and willing sex and like he said,
it felt great for him, especially since she was fucking him back to so
eagerly. And he went at her full speed too, which I know must have
felt super intense for my mom and it just made me even more jealous.
Licorice really as three speeds, sort of.

There's the slow and playful speed, which is super romantic and very
nice and we did that just sometimes because it is so hard for him to
control himself. I really have to spend most of my time calming him
down, just relaxing him so he'll just let his cock grow inside me,
maybe sliding in and out just a little. I love that a lot and it's
good for making out, but pretty tough on Licorice, since it isn't
really normal for a dog to make love that way.

Normal for him is the other two speeds. Full speed is what my mom was
getting, which was Licorice hunched over her back, pushing with his
back legs and pulling her with his front, while his hips and pelvis
just rocked his cock in and out of her pussy as hard and fast as he
could. That's totally awesome fucking too! It isn't really romantic or
anything, but when I just want to cum like six times in row? Oh God! I
love it like that and so I was betting my mom did too.

And of course all that pumping just makes Lick's knot start to swell,
which is always cool. It's just a big wad of muscle near the base of
his cock that inflates with blood. The more excited he gets, the more
the muscle grows. All male dogs have those, big dogs have big ones,
and little dogs have little ones. Lick's knot, at full size, was about
the size of a tennis ball. That doesn't sound too awfully large, until
it gets inside your pussy!

That's the best and it feels like there's a bowling ball stuffed in
there, believe me. It goes in and out sometimes, while it's still
growing, still small enough, and that's pretty intense too. Mom would
have been feeling that for sure, because there's nothing else like it
in the world. Feeling that hard bulge hit her pussy and push inside,
then get pulled back out a second later, pushed in and out over and
over while Lick was fucking her hard. Until finally, as if by magic,
it's just too darn big to get back out!

Mom probably came three or four times, I bet, cumming hard while that
was going on. I was practically cumming myself just thinking about it
and fingering my hot wet little pussy while Licorice told me his
story.

After that happens, then Licorice changes speeds, he drops it a gear,
as he likes to say, cause it's all uphill from there. He watches too
much NASCAR, I think. Lick loves cars, like all dogs do, I guess. He
chases them, sometimes, trying to catch a ride and he asked me once
how come nobody ever stops for him. I just shrug...Anyway, so Licorice
is locked up with my mom!

That's about enough to make me cum right there, even though I was none
too happy with my boyfriend right about then. Or my mom for that
matter, since it takes two to tango and she had obviously planned that
whole seduction out in advance. How else could you explain the missing
earring? That was such a clich�!

And Licorice, being locked with my mom, all he had to do was give her
the short strokes, the little in and in, since there wasn't a whole
lot of out to be had anymore. His long pointed cock would have been
right up there close by her cervix too, maybe even penetrating it a
little bit, if she was built anything like me. I was definitely just a
little too small for Lick's cock when he was locked up with me, but it
didn't hurt, it just made me cum like crazy!

I figured my mom was probably a lot like me and even if she was a
little deeper, a tiny bit roomier for Lick's big penis, she'd still
feel really good once he started cumming. His knot would be stretching
her soft pussy walls tightly, plugging up her hole completely so that
all their fuck juices were locked inside her. And he'd still be
pushing himself inside, really fast but without really going anywhere.
Like having a really big, hot vibrator stuck inside her maybe,
although I couldn't be positive since I'd never actually used a
vibrator.

My mom had one though, so I might have to ask her about that.

And when Licorice started cumming, that had to really bring my poor
mom off. He told me himself that he'd brought a huge load of puppy
making sperm for Mom's eggs to bathe in. He'd been shooting hard,
spraying dog semen out in long hard streams so that it would have
splashed right up against the soft pillow of my mom's cervix, maybe
even inside it. Penetrating that little opening right through to her
uterus. And that was guaranteed to make her cum, no doubt about it. My
mom would have been lights out when she felt that, I was certain!

I know it usually kicked me nice and sweetly between the ears. I loved
it when Licorice was cumming inside me. Especially when he'd been
saving himself up for a couple days, but his balls worked fine anyway.
I swear, that dog made more sperm than you can imagine. It was like he
had three or maybe even four balls down there! But he only had two. I
know because I checked him regularly.

After Licorice filled my mom's hungry womb with dog sperm there was
the inevitable wait. Usually it's not too bad though, like ten minutes
maybe, sometimes a little longer or shorter. It's just nature's way of
making sure we'd get good and knocked up after all that really fun
sex. Lick's knot was like a hard, hot cork in the bottle of my mom's
pussy and all that cum, hers and his, was just mixing it up in there.

I bet my mom came some more too. Licorice says she did, but he figured
she came 63 times by his estimate, and I just laughed at him. He
wasn't too good at math anyway. I thought my mom probably had three or
four really good cums. Maybe three while they were fucking and
probably one last one while they were locked up, if she was rubbing
her clit the way I like to do it.

There really isn't anything else you can do while you wait for the
knot to go down, except frig yourself to another good orgasm, since it
does feel so good being filled totally with sperm, girl goo, dog cock,
and the knot.

Sometimes I cum twice while we're locked up!

Licorice waited patiently while I had my orgasm. I couldn't help
myself really. Imagining my pretty mom gasping and shaking and cumming
while my dog was locked up with her under my very own bed...Whew! It was
hard to remember I was supposed to be jealous and I came with a rush
of warm feelings, licking my fingers clean as Licorice grinned at the
dazed, silly look on my face.

It was some story and I wondered how much of it I could really
believe, because he did like to exaggerate sometimes. But I wasn't mad
at him anyway, even though I pretended like I was. I always found it
difficult being mad at Licorice, he really was a pretty good
boyfriend. And since his story was pretty much done, I made him prove
it by doing me like he'd done my mom.

I got down on my knees in my school uniform, and got my head under the
bed, just like he'd told me Mom had done. I wriggled my ass for him
and Lick knew what to do. He had to make amends, so he fucked me good!
Really good and I had like three orgasms faster than you'd ever
believe, even before he locked me up! I knew he wasn't as worn out as
he'd said he was...What a tease!

But you want to know what the best part was?

While I was down there, after Licorice had cum inside me and I was
rubbing my button nice, looking for that last orgasm before he could
slip out of me...The best part was that I found my mom's earring! It was
way under the bed and I almost missed it!

I couldn't wait to see her blush when I told Mom where I'd found it!



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to be continued
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