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Subject: {ASSM} Lick 'n Tiff by Rachael Ross - Ch.5 (05/13) (Bestiality, Lesbian,  Romance, Teen Angst)
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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 Five - The Big Cheater



"Licorice!" I yelled. "Lick! Where are you?"

He wasn't in the backyard, but I found the gate open.

"Lick!" I yelled some more. "Licorice! This isn't funny!"

He wasn't in the front yard either and we didn't even have a fence
there.

"Tiffany..." Mom stood in the open front door. "Dinner's on the table.
Come inside now."

"I can't find Licorice," I told her and then yelled again. "Lick!
Licorice!"

"I'm sure he'll be back," she said, but that didn't make me feel any
better.

"He's supposed to be back right now!" I shot her a frown because I
knew I hadn't left the gate open. I'd been at school all day.

"And you're supposed to be at the dinner table," she retorted. "You
can look for him after supper."

"I'm not hungry," I said unhappily and I had a fifty-fifty chance of
getting dragged into the house or...

"Suit yourself," Mom sighed. "I'm going to eat while dinner's still
warm."

"Licorice!" I yelled as the door closed, kind of singing his name and
grateful Mom had decided to let me suffer a cold dinner later.

My stupid boyfriend had run off, probably because he was mad at me.
I'd told Lick about the thing after school. We were getting ready for
the Virgin Circus, which wasn't really a circus at all. It was more
like a carnival fund raiser thing for my school, the Virgin Mary
Academy, and there would be a little show, like singing and dancing,
and some games and I dunno, all kinds of stuff. I wasn't in the choir
or anything, thank God. Those girls had to practice every day after
school, but I was helping decorate the gym and I'd told my boyfriend
I'd be late getting home.

Stupid Licorice. Maybe he'd gone looking for me, I thought suddenly,
and that sorta cheered me up. I mean, that's what most guys would do,
right? I always came home about 3:30 in the afternoon and today I
hadn't, so Lick would have been worried, because dogs do kinda forget
stuff the same way everyone else does. He was probably worried about
me, just like I was worried about him. That's what I figured and the
more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Licorice loved me a
lot, just as much as I loved him, so...

"Licorice!" I walked around the block, looking this way and that,
yelling as I went.

"Tiffany? What's all that yelling about?" Old Man Peterson asked me
from his front yard.

"Have you seen Licorice?" I asked him.

"Your dog?" He rubbed his chin. "Nope."

"Thanks," I sighed and yelled some more as I crossed the street.
"Licorice!"

Mrs. Winters smiled at me as I passed her driveway.

"Hi Tiffany," she said, opening the back of her station wagon. "What
are you up to?"

"Looking for Licorice," I told her. "You haven't seen him, have you?"

"Not lately," she replied with a soft grunt, picking up a bag of
groceries.

"Here..." I said. "I can help."

"Thanks, Tiff." She smiled and I carried a couple bags into her
kitchen.

She asked me if I wanted something to drink or anything, but I had to
find my boyfriend. Stupid Lick.

"Licorice!" I yelled some more and a car slowed down. I rolled my eyes
as I saw Jeremy Hawkins leaning across the passenger seat with a
smile. He'd be lucky not to drive over a couple mailboxes if he wasn't
careful, so I stopped walking just so he could stop driving.

"Hey Tiffany," he said.

"Hey Jeremy." I crossed my arms over my boobs, since that's where he
was looking. I still wore my school uniform, so it wasn't like I was
naked or anything, but he made me feel like I was.

"Where are you going?" he wondered. "You need a ride?"

"I'm looking for my dog," I told him and then yelled, just to make
sure he got the point. "Licorice!"

"Oh, right," he nodded. "The big black one?"

"Yeah," I nodded and he knew perfectly well who Licorice was, everyone
knew my dog.

Jeremy was one of the neighborhood boys I'd grown up with, even though
we went to different schools and everything. He was 17 and kinda good
looking, for being a boy, I mean. I knew he liked me and my mom sort
of encouraged him because she thought Jeremy was really nice, plus he
was catholic and went to St. John's and all that stuff. My mom
basically thought any available boy was a nice one though and I pretty
much ignored her unsubtle hints.

Just like I was ignoring Jeremy's unabashed interest in my breasts.

"Licorice!" I yelled again and started walking.

"Hey! Hold on, Tiff..." Jeremy called and I expected him to ask me out,
I really did. "Why don't you get in? We can drive around and look for
him."

"What?" I almost smiled at that idea. Get in the boy's car just so he
could put his arm around me and tell me how pretty I am and run out of
gas and have a flat tire and...

"It's gonna get dark pretty soon," he said. "Come on. It'll be a lot
faster than walking."

"How much gas have you got?" I asked him suspiciously.

"Huh?" He looked confused and then shrugged. "The neighborhood's not
that big, Tiff."

"Wellll..." I made a face, looking around and wondering if maybe he
didn't have a point.

"You can still yell if you want," he told me and that made me giggle.
I was sorta being a dope about it.

"I guess so," I agreed. "Okay. Thanks, Jeremy."

"No problem," he said as he reached for the passenger door and pushed
it open for me.

That's how I ended up riding around in Jeremy's car, tugging my plaid
skirt down my thighs, and leaning out the window to yell every now and
again.

"I saw your mom the other day," Jeremy told me.

"Licorice!"

"Do you want to go ice skating some time?"

"What?" I blinked at him and then stuck my head out the window. "Lick!
Licorice!"

"She said you got a new pair of skates," he continued. "We can go
Sunday afternoon, if you want."

He was talking about the Rec Center, a big community place with a
pretty nice year-round skating rink inside. I did like ice skating a
lot and I'd gotten new skates like a month before just because my old
ones were too small, but I wasn't particularly interested in going ice
skating with Jeremy. So I ignored him.

"Licorice!"

"You really look nice, Tiff."

"Huh?" I frowned at him.

"I mean, um..." he swallowed hard and looked the other way.

"Sorry," I sighed, realizing I was being a bitch, and not the good
kind either. "I'm just worried about my dog right now."

"Yeah," Jeremy sighed too, but at least he stopped trying to hit on
me.

"Stop!" I yelled, sticking my head out the window and looking behind
us. "Go back! I saw something!"

"Did you see him?"

"Back up!" I sorta commanded and Jeremy did it, rolling the car
backwards until we could look down one of the alleys that people used
to reach their driveways.

We lived in a really old neighborhood and there were a lot of odd
little roads that just went behind old houses that had been built
before everybody had cars. Garages had come as a surprise to this part
of town and people built them wherever they could, you know? It was
kind of sad and confusing and neat all at the same time, I thought,
but maybe I'm kinda weird that way.

"There he is!" I said, getting out of the car even before Jeremy had
come to a complete stop.

"Licorice! You jerk!" I yelled. "What are you doing? God!"

He lifted his head and perked his ears, but the rest of him ignored me
totally and I felt something like a knife in my tummy. My heart was
breaking and I suddenly didn't know what to do. It seemed so weird. I
mean, I never felt so empty in my life. I seriously didn't have any
idea what to do. I just stared at my boyfriend and the stupid ugly
bitch he was fucking.

"Tiffany...Oh man!" Jeremy laughed as he hurried up the alley behind me
after parking his car. "They're doing it!"

"I can't believe you're doing this to me!" I yelled, like all I'd
needed was a little push from Jeremy to get me started. "I hate you!"

"Are you okay, Tiff?" Jeremy asked and I could feel his hand hovering
over my shoulder, but he didn't actually touch me.

"I was looking all over for you!" I told Lick. "I was worried sick!
And you're fucking some other girl?"

Licorice didn't say anything. Like what could he say? I had him
totally busted. He had his forelegs wrapped around the bitch, his back
arched like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, and his hips were going a
million miles an hour. He was driving his huge cock hard and fast into
the blonde slut beneath him and I could hear her whining happily,
grunting and growling with pleasure as my ex-boyfriend slipped her the
bone.

"I think that's Becky's dog," Jeremy said. "Isn't it?"

"Maybe," I frowned, kind of stamping my feet and squeezing my fingers
into pale fists.

Becky's slut of a golden retriever was stealing my boyfriend. Licorice
had always had a thing for blondes, I knew that, but that wasn't any
sort of excuse either. I knew he'd fucked my mom before and I'd
forgiven him for that. I mean, that was understandable because Lick's
just a guy and Mom's a pretty attractive woman and all. They see each
other every day too, so...Sure, Lick was tempted and my mom had been
asking for it, according to him, and...

"I forgave you!" I yelled at him. "I didn't even get mad, remember?
And this is what I get?"

Lick cocked his head. So did Jeremy, since neither of them knew what I
was talking about. I wanted to say more, you know, but I wasn't so far
gone I didn't remember where I was and who was with me. Jeremy didn't
need to know too much and so I had to bite my tongue and not ask
Licorice why he had to go looking for pussy when he had me begging for
it practically every day.

"Did she suck your dick first?" I asked him, knowing that silly blonde
bitch hadn't.

"Tiff?" Jeremy gave me a funny look.

"What?" I shrugged away from Jeremy's hand as he gave my shoulder a
gentle squeeze.

"Are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" I stared at him. "He's cheating on me!"

"Uhhh..."

I kissed him. Jeremy, I mean. I didn't plan on it. I didn't even think
about it. I just grabbed the boy by the shoulders and pressed my lips
to his. Not a little kiss either, because as soon as Jeremy realized
we were kissing...he went for it!

His tongue tickled my lips and slipped inside my mouth even before I
realized what I was doing. The boy's hands found my hips and held me
tight, pulling me against him and I didn't resist. Part of me wanted
to be kissed, I'll admit that, but I only kissed him because I was mad
at Licorice. Jeremy was cute, sure, kind of handsome for being a boy,
but I wasn't attracted to him at all sexually. The last thing I wanted
was to kiss the guy, but I wanted to punish Licorice too.

I felt pretty confused.

"Ummph...No...Stop..." I breathed, jerking away from Jeremy's kiss, but he
didn't let me go. He still held my hips and I still held his
shoulders.

"What?" he asked, looking into my eyes and he had soft, brown eyes.
Doe eyes, kinda, and they were shining.

"Sorry," I breathed. "I'm...I gotta go."

"Tiffany..." Jeremy smiled, but I squirmed away and stepped back,
licking my lips and looking at Licorice who'd finally locked the bitch
up. He didn't look too happy and it served him right.

"I didn't mean to, um..." I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say or
even what to feel. I'd never kissed a boy before.

"It's okay," he whispered, but that had to be a lie.

"I'm gonna go home," I told him. "I'll, uh...see you later. Okay?"

"But..." Jeremy narrowed his eyes.

"Thanks for your help," I said over my shoulder and I just wanted to
run away.

"Can I call you?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure." I waved, not really understanding what any of this
meant. All I knew was that Licorice had cheated on me and I'd wanted
to hurt him somehow.

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"Did you find Licorice?" Mom asked me and I shrugged.

"Yeah," I muttered.

"Is he okay?" Her eyes widened with concern. "Tiffany...What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I sighed. "I'm just gonna go to bed."

"Well..." Mom held up her hands, "...Where is he?"

"Outside." I kissed her cheek. "Goodnight, Mom."

"Goodnight, Tiff."

I cried myself to sleep and it took a long time coming. I didn't even
know a girl could have that many tears inside her, but I did. One for
every moment that Lick and me had been together.

How could he do that to me? I thought he loved me! Lick was my
boyfriend, we did everything together. I'd given him my virginity! He
was my first and only love. I'd never even looked at another dog! And
there he was, fucking Becky's golden retriever. I couldn't get the
image out of my head and I just wanted to forget it completely. I
wished I didn't know. I could have still loved him if only I'd stayed
home and sat down for dinner like Mom had wanted me to.

Why hadn't she forced me? God! It was her fault! Mom should have made
me sit down and eat and do my homework and...I cried some more. It was
Becky's fault for not tying up her dog. That ugly bitch! I didn't even
know her name, but we were best enemies now. If I ever saw that blonde
bimbo again, I'd smack her right in the snout! What a home wrecker!
What a slut! I'd slap Becky too, maybe, just for owning a little whore
like that.

It was Licks fault, more than anyone's, and I knew that. My boyfriend
couldn't keep his dick in its sheath. I didn't know if he'd gone out
looking for the bitch, or if he'd been looking for me and just...What?
He happened to catch her scent on the breeze? Becky's dog had to be in
heat. Bitches don't usually like to fuck unless they have a good
reason. Boy dogs will fuck anything that moves, but girl dogs...They're
kinda stuck-up as a general rule. So she must have been in heat and
Licorice smelled her and...

I didn't even realize I'd fallen asleep until I woke up.

skirtch-skritch-skratch

I blinked and rubbed my eyes, looking around in the dark and staring
as I realized Licorice was scratching at my bedroom window. He barked
as soon as he saw me looking at him and scratched at the glass a
little more. He was smart, I had to give him that. Lick wasn't a dummy
and waking up my mom wasn't going to get him anything but in trouble.
So he was waking me up. His girlfriend. The girl he loved more than
peanut butter...yeah right!

"You got a doghouse," I told him, rolling over to face the wall.

skirtch-skritch-skratch

He wouldn't let it go and I couldn't ignore him.

"What do you want, Lick?" I asked after lifting my window just enough
to feel the cool night air coming through.

He wagged his tail and barked softly, standing on his hind legs and
pawing at the window sill. He wanted to apologize. To explain how he'd
been a victim of instinctual circumstance. The bitch had been in heat,
he claimed. What was he gonna do? He didn't love her, he didn't even
like her very much...or so he claimed.

"You fucked her though!" I hissed. "You put your dick in another
girl!"

I sat on the floor, listening to his whining protests and pitiful
excuses.

"Don't even!" I warned him. "I only kissed him. I didn't let him fuck
me!"

Licorice was unhappy about Jeremy and that actually made me feel kind
of happy inside, but not in a good way. He felt jealous and hurt that
I'd kiss a boy right in front of him like that.

"So take those feelings," I said, "and multiply them a million times,
Lick. That's how I feel, see?"

He shoved his nose under the window and tried to kiss me.

"I don't wanna make-up with you," I told him matter-of-factly. "I
wanna be mad at you!"

Licorice growled at that and tried a different tact.

"Don't give me puppy dog eyes, Lick," I laughed sarcastically. "You're
not a puppy and I'm not your mother. I'm your girlfriend, remember?"

His ears perked up at that.

"Ex-girlfriend," I corrected myself and he dropped his head sadly.

But the truth was that I already missed him. As much as I didn't want
to, I did. I wanted to hate him, you know? I wanted him to cry himself
to sleep every night for the rest of his life, but then the idea of
seeing Licorice sad made me feel sick inside too. I only wanted him to
be happy. I always felt good when Lick was smiling. When he acted all
carefree and playful and especially when he loved me. When he kissed
me and licked me and made love to me.

"You made me cry," I whispered, holding my head in my hands and
blinking back even more tears.

He forced as much of his nose through the crack as he could and kissed
my hair. I didn't want him to, but he did and I wanted more than that.
I didn't know what I wanted. I wanted Licorice. I cried for a minute,
maybe two, and then I wiped my eyes and let him in. I opened the
window and he jumped through quickly, losing his balance and falling
over the chair that I hadn't moved, but he was okay.

Licorice kissed me, lapping at my wet cheeks and eyes, kissing my
mouth until I had to hug him. I just sat there, holding my boyfriend
while he tasted my pain and then we kissed for real. I opened my mouth
and let him in for a long, deep, soul-searching kiss in the middle of
the darkest night I'd ever known. I had to forgive him. I didn't have
a choice and maybe it wasn't his fault, but Lick apologized anyway.
Over and over until I finally told him to shut-up and fuck me.

I was in the mood for some serious make-up sex.

"Ugh! Uh-Huh...Uh...Huh! Ugh!" I gasped as Licorice slammed his huge cock
inside my small blonde pussy over and over.

I could feel the knot pop inside my tight vagina and then pop back out
a second later and it was driving me insane! Pretty soon the ball of
muscle would be too large to pull free and that's what we were both
waiting for. In the meantime though, God! It felt so awesome! My
greasy labia were turned inside out and my clit throbbed beneath the
relentless pressure. I had my legs wrapped around him, my fingers
digging into Lick's black fur as he kissed my flushed face.

We were on the bed, sorta. I was laying on the edge of it and my feet
had been on the floor in the beginning. It was a really great position
for fucking because Licorice could stand up with his front paws on the
mattress, straddling my body as I lay beneath him with my legs spread
wide. It gave him easy access to my pussy and best of all, we could
make out like bandits while we fucked. But after awhile I needed air
more than I needed his kisses and by the time his knot threatened to
lock me up tight, we were both panting hard.

"F-Fuck me...Oh! Lick! I love you...Fuck me...Ugh! Hard!" I groaned, trying
to keep my voice down because Mom was asleep in the next room, but it
wasn't easy!

This had turned out to be the best sex of our lives. Make-up sex. I'd
been so mad at him before, but all my jealousy and anger had washed
away with my first orgasm. I was working on cum number three now...or
maybe it was number four? It's hard to keep track of those things when
you have 90 pounds of horny dog throwing about eight inches of fat
cock inside your pussy! Lick was fucking me so good, trying so
desperately to prove how much he loved me. His tapered penis found the
very bottom of my sex with every thrust and I couldn't decide if it
hurt or felt amazingly good. Jesus! He made me cum again!

"Ohhhh!" I moaned, jerking upright off the mattress so that I was
practically sitting on the bed with my arms wrapped around his neck.

Licorice whined softly and tugged at my vulva with the knot lodged
just inside my pussy. We were locked up. He was too big to come out of
me, at least not without a lot of discomfort, and a wave of pleasure
washed over me with that realization. Lick was cumming for sure and I
imagined I could feel it, even though everything just felt sort of hot
and fuzzy down there. His cock was buried to the hilt inside my body,
spraying his semen deep into my womb to mix with my own oily juices.

"I love you too," I replied, smiling and floating away on happiness.

We were together again, I thought, letting myself go to fall onto my
bed and relax beneath the warmth of his love. Licorice loved me. I had
him inside me, completing me with our beautiful union. I stroked his
fur with my hands and feet, wrapping myself around my boyfriend while
he licked my lips and teased me with is tongue until I opened for him.
We kissed lazily and all was forgiven. Life could go on and when the
sun rose in the morning, it would shine just for us.

A new day. A fresh start. That's what Lick promised me and I believed
him. What other choice did I have, being so hopelessly, helplessly in
love?



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end
to be continued
rache696@yahoo.com

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