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Subject: {ASSM} Lick 'n Tiff by Rachael Ross - Ch.11 (11/13) (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 Eleven - Tiffany on Ice (Part I)



"Look, I don't know why I'm going. Okay?" I made a face at Licorice as
he sat on my bed watching me change clothes. "Don't be mad about it."

"I'm not mad at all," Mom said from the doorway, and that was obvious.
She looked pretty happy about the whole thing.

"Lick's kinda jealous," I explained to her, pulling my beige sweater
over my head and shaking my hair loose.

"You didn't wear a bra to church?" Mom's smile turned upside down as I
gave her a sheepish shrug.

"It's a pretty thick sweater," I said and Licorice grinned at that.

"I don't know what goes through that head of yours sometimes," Mom
sighed. She licked her lips nervously and despite her best efforts, I
could feel the tension between us.

"Me neither," I giggled, folding my sweater as I stood there topless.
I posed deliberately, really wishing she'd look at me.

"I'd better change my clothes too," my mom decided and ever since we'd
had sex, she'd been acting funny.

"Do you need help?" I asked, but that only made her blush. "I mean, do
you want me to unzip you?"

"No, um...I can manage," she said, avoiding my eyes and turning quickly.

I looked at Licorice and he dropped his chin to the mattress. He
couldn't figure it out either. I mean, we'd had a threesome and a
pretty good one, so far as I could tell. It had been fun and sexy and
we'd all cum a lot. It hadn't changed my feelings for my mom at all.
Or Lick's, since he always wanted to fuck her anyway.

But Mom...It had to be guilt. I wasn't dumb. I could figure it out and
she had to be feeling guilty about having sex with her own daughter. I
wanted to talk to her about it, but I was afraid of making her feel
worse, you know? I didn't want Mom to think I only loved her because
we had sex, that wasn't even remotely true! I thought of it more like,
I dunno...playing Scrabble or something. Sort of a fun family activity -
and kinda educational too, if you stop and think about it.

And she wouldn't talk to me about it because, well, I didn't know
exactly why. I guess that's how guilt works. So we were stuck trying
to act normal and pretending like nothing had changed and feeling
kinda miserable about it. Sometimes I honestly wished we'd never had
sex at all, you know? Especially since I'd about convinced myself that
I was a lesbian. God! How was I going to tell her about that? Mom
would probably blame it on herself and feel even more guilty! Like
she'd turned me gay because my dog had wanted a threesome.

"It's your fault," I told Lick and he rolled his eyes at me. "So you'd
better come up with a plan to fix it!"

He promised he would, but then he went to work licking his cock and
giving me puppy dog eyes. I unzipped my skirt, trying to ignore him as
I peeled off my red thong. I had to hide it quickly before Mom caught
me. Wearing a thong to church would be worse than not wearing panties
at all in her book, but I liked the idea of teasing God since he
teased everyone else all the time.

"Alright, fine...Look out..." I sighed, kneeling beside my bed and pushing
Lick's face out of the way. "I'll do it, but we have to be quick."

I couldn't ever say no to Licorice and he'd asked me nicely, even
using the magic word, please, and I suppose he did deserve a little
something for that. Me too, since I hadn't sucked him off in like
three days and I felt sorta horny for it. I wondered if dog semen was
addictive or something? But probably I was just addicted to my
boyfriend.

His cock had pushed out of the sheath a little, but now it had gone
back inside and I didn't mind. I liked playing with his furry foreskin
and I held his cock in my hand, feeling the short, soft fur and the
amazing hardness of Lick's penis underneath. Dog cocks are so cool.
Even when they're soft they're still hard, just not as long and thick
and wet. I slid my hand up and down, licking around the opening and
tickling the tip of his penis with my tongue as it began to emerge.

I let him grow right into my mouth too. I kept my lips tight around
the shaft, kind of whitish and decorated with an intricate pattern of
fine blue and red veins. Lick's cock would darken as he got more
excited and I could already feel the small lump near the base of his
prick that would soon grow into the knot. I let him hump my hand and
fuck my mouth so much as he could while lying on his back. Usually I
liked to take my time and keep him still, letting my boyfriend relax
while I gave him a nice long blowjob, but we were in kind of a hurry
today.

So I jerked him off in time with my mouth, making sure we got the
sheath pulled all the way down, under the exposed knot. Believe me,
you don't want to get your boyfriend's knot stuck in the sheath! He
won't like it at all and besides, that bulging muscle is so much fun
to kiss and lick and suckle. Licorice didn't much care for having his
balls played with, but spreading my lips around the knot was just
dandy for him and I did that. I licked my way down the growing shaft
and used my hand to press his cock against my face while I loved the
knot with my tongue.

I really wanted to rub my pussy while I sucked him off, but it's kind
of a two hand job. One to hold his dick and the other to keep him
calm, keep him relaxed and on his back with his paws scratching the
air. Licorice is kinda funny when he gets a blowjob, but when it
starts feeling really good he starts thinking about puppies. He can't
help it, you know. Dogs have strong instincts and if I didn't keep him
busy, Lick would jump up and throw his cock straight into my womb. Not
that I'd mind that very much, but I really wanted to taste him and
besides, Jeremy was coming in less than half an hour, so...

Licorice growled happily as I went back to his cock, sliding my taut
lips down the shaft and tasting his watery precum. There'd be a little
sperm mixed up in there, but not a lot, not yet, and I swallowed
quickly and pumped his cock with my fist in search of more. Some of
his juices overflowed from the corners of my mouth, that couldn't be
helped though. Licorice always got super wet and I couldn't hope to
keep up, but I tried.

I tried to deep throat him too, but I never could. I'd just gag and
choke and get frustrated. It was totally annoying to be holding like
seven solid inches of fat dog penis in my hand and only get maybe half
of it in my mouth...if I was lucky! By the time I pushed my lips around
the thickest part of his cock, right in the middle, there just wasn't
any more room! I could barely wriggle my tongue beneath him and I
still had like four inches of cock in my hand. It didn't seem very
fair to me, but what could I do? I wasn't very big and Lick had a huge
cock! I wasn't gonna trade my boyfriend in for a Chihuahua!

"Tiffany? Are you getting...Oh!"

I turned my eyes to see my mom staring at us, wearing a bathrobe and
kind of playing nervously with her hair. She'd pinned it up for
church, but now it fell in a golden cascade around her flushed face,
and her eyes were wide, and I wished she'd come over and help me!
Maybe Mom knew how to deep throat and she could teach me and...

She looked over her shoulder like she wanted to leave, but she didn't.
Mom just watched me and I'd stopped moving for a second, but then I
went back to bobbing my head up and down slowly, making the soft, wet
sucking noises that a girl makes when she's working on a juicy prick.
I swallowed thickly, filling my tummy with Lick's juices, and I knew
she could hear that too. I held his cock in my fist and didn't really
jerk him off so much as just squeeze him. Licorice liked that a lot
and I didn't mind. He felt so amazingly hot and hard beneath my
fingers.

I kind of rocked on my knees, spreading my legs a little more, even
though Mom wouldn't have much of a view of my pussy. I was trying to
invite her over though. I really needed some attention, just a little
rub. Just a small pinch of my thrumming clit would have really made it
special and I remembered how good Mom had fingered me out. How
wonderfully she'd sucked my pussy the other night. God! What was she
waiting for? I needed her, couldn't she see that? My body had turned
pink and damp with sweat, my nipples had swollen with the pleasure of
sucking off my boyfriend. She had to see those and know how badly I
needed to be held and kissed and pinched and...

"Mmmm..." Mom sighed softly as she slipped a hand inside her bathrobe,
finding her own pussy and rubbing herself while she watched us.

She just wanted to jill off while her daughter gave the family dog a
blowjob. That seemed sorta unfair and I probably would have frowned if
my mouth hadn't been full, but then I thought maybe I was just being
selfish. That wasn't fair either. I didn't own my mom anymore than I
owned my dog! She could do whatever she wanted and I had to admit,
being watched by her was kinda cool. It made me want to do it even
better than I already was, you know? Like if Mom wanted to watch?
Well, I'd show her just how good a cocksucker her little girl could
be!

"Umph! Ulp! Mmph!" I really had to swallow fast!

Licorice wriggled like a big black furry worm with legs as his balls
emptied with a rush of hot, bitter-sweet cum. It wasn't awfully thick
or anything, more like skim milk kinda, but there sure was a lot of
it! I lifted my mouth and my cheeks bulged like a chipmunk as I looked
at my mom and she'd slipped her robe off completely by then. She
leaned against the door frame with her legs spread wide and her hips
thrust towards me, pumping her wet hole with three fingers. Her other
hand played with her tits, holding them and squeezing, digging her
fingers into her flesh with sharp gasps and groans.

Mom was totally getting off and even though Lick was still cumming,
loosing his semen in a steady stream onto his belly, I let him go. I
had a mouthful of my boyfriend's cum and I was determined to share it.
I felt a little dizzy as I stood up, kinda breathless and trying hard
not to swallow. My jaw felt kinda numb after blowing Licorice for
almost ten minutes probably. It always took him a long time to cum if
we weren't actually fucking and ten minutes was kinda quick, actually...
but still a long time for me!

I thought Mom might want to get away from me, since I knew she felt
confused and guilty and all that, but she was getting off too. Mom had
cum at least once, I was sure of it. I could smell her sex, see her
orgasm glistening inside her thighs and on her hand as she fucked
herself. She didn't go anywhere, but only breathed harder and faster,
shaking with nervous excitement as I took her in my arms. I hugged her
tightly and pulled her face down to mine. We kissed and I thought she
might collapse right then and there.

But she didn't. Mom clung to me as if she were my child and opened her
mouth for Lick's fresh cum. I covered her lips with mine and pushed a
mouthful of warm dog semen into my Mom's mouth with my tongue, French
kissing her through that seamy mess and savoring the experience. I was
sharing my passion for Licorice with her, joining the love I felt for
both of them and urging her to drink it for me. To swallow the pure
essence of our raw desire.

I felt her hands on my back, sliding downward to my ass while we
kissed. Cum spilled from our lips and ran down our chins and across
our cheeks, but we didn't care. Mom swallowed thickly and so did I,
then we kissed some more, swapping spit and cum between us eagerly. I
thought it had to be the most beautiful, tender moment we'd ever
shared and I stared into my mom's shining blue eyes the whole time.
That was the best, seeing nothing but my love for her reflected
without any fear or regret.

And she held me so nicely. Her fingers were wet and I spread my legs
around her thigh. Mom brought her knee up, giving me her smooth flesh
to press my hungry sex against. I rocked my hips, grinding my pussy
against her thigh while she nursed on my cummy tongue. Her beautiful
firm tits pressed against my smaller, immature breasts and our nipples
moved against each other. She was cumming again, I thought, feeling
Mom's body shudder as she moaned into my mouth, and that brought me
off as well.

My orgasm burst from my belly with an explosion of joy and I don't
remember doing it, but we must have fallen or sat down or...something. I
found myself on the floor, embracing my mother and kissing her as if
there was nothing else in the world. Only our kiss and our hands and
our bodies. We moved together, making love the way women do, with
every part of ourselves, and this experience seemed very different
from what we'd shared before. More deliberate somehow, more purposeful
maybe, like we weren't just having sex. We were making love, sharing a
secret whispered between our souls.

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"Do you have your skates?" Mom asked me and I held up my baby blue
skate case with a grin.

"Yeah, Mom."

I stood tip-toe and kissed her lips while Jeremy waited patiently and
maybe a little nervously since this was officially a date. My mom had
wanted to have a little talk with him, privately, and I'd busied
myself with brushing my hair and listening to Licorice complain
jealously. I wasn't sure what Mom had said to the boy, but I figured
it probably involved a promise about tracking Jeremy down and killing
him if he hurt me. I didn't have a dad maybe, but Mom did a pretty
good job of protecting me when she had to, and like I said...this was my
first ever date with a boy.

"Be good," she whispered with a lick of her lips and I didn't see
anymore of that guilt in her bright blue eyes.

"I love you, Mom," I told her. "You don't have to worry."

"I know," she nodded. "Okay. You guys have fun. Are you coming home
for dinner, or..."

"Um...I thought maybe we could go someplace?" Jeremy sorta suggested and
asked at the same time. "Do you like Mexican food, Tiff?"

"Mexican?" I giggled. We weren't even out of the house and he was
planning dinner? "We'll see how the ice skating goes, okay?"

That got a small frown out of my mom and I had to remember not to be
so mean or whatever. I didn't think I was being mean, but maybe it
sorta sounded like I planned on having an awful time or something, so...
I rolled my eyes and changed my tune.

"Yeah. I like it sometimes," I said, which got a smile out of everyone
but Licorice.

He sat by the refrigerator glaring at Jeremy.

"Shut-up!" I told Lick with a frown and then glanced at Jeremy, but he
hadn't heard what Lick said, thank God! He'd been too busy being happy
that I liked to eat tacos once in awhile.

"What's that?" Mom blinked at me and I just shrugged.

"Nothing," I said. "Licorice is just being a brat."

"Oh." Mom looked at the ceiling and Jeremy looked at me and I looked
at Licorice and he still thought Jeremy had a little dick.

Something about the size of his thumbs, but my jealous boyfriend had a
thumb fetish anyway. Small thumbs equal a small dick? I gave Licorice
a frown that meant I'd put his theory to the test if he didn't start
acting his dog age instead of his human age! I mean, theoretically
Lick was about 25 years old, but he acted like a little kid sometimes.
If he wasn't careful, I'd make it a point to find out just how big
Jeremy's cock might be and wouldn't that be...Hmmm...

I blinked at that idea and a plan was starting to form in the back of
my pointy blonde head.

What if I wasn't really a lesbian at all? I mean, what if I only
thought I was gay because I'd never tried having sex with a boy? I'd
never wanted to, I admit, and probably that was a pretty serious sign,
but still...What if sex with boys was one of those things you don't know
you like until you try it? Like mushrooms. I always thought I hated
mushrooms, until I actually tried some. They were pretty good on pizza
and I loved them now. What if boys were the same way?

You see where I'm going with this?

I really didn't want to be a lesbian. Bisexual would be okay, I could
deal with that, especially since I didn't intend to stop having sex
with my mom. But she didn't count anyway, probably. Even if she did
though, if it turned out that having sex with boys was pretty awesome,
and I seriously doubted it was, that would mean I wasn't totally gay,
right? At worst I'd be one of those bisexual girls and everybody loves
them anyway! That was even normal, according to a magazine I'd read
once. A girl should be bisexual, you know?

Normal! Yeah, that's what I wanted to be. All I had to do was find a
boy willing to help me out. And what do you know? Jeremy was standing
right there smiling at me and even if he had a little dick to go along
with his little thumbs, that's not what I was after.

In fact, the idea of letting him stick his dick inside me sorta made
me feel...Ugh! Gross! Boys pee out of that thing! But I could probably
ignore it and just let him kiss me a lot and if I got into it, well...I
wouldn't be queer! Except I'd probably have to let him do it, but I
could close my eyes and pretend I was getting a pap smear or
something. Except pap smears totally suck! I'd only had one and if I
was going to imagine something while some boy spronged me it wouldn't
be that!

Anyway, all that went through my brain in like a microsecond and I
knew what I had to do. I just wasn't sure how I'd ever explain it to
Licorice! I was pretty sure he'd be thrilled if I really did turn out
to be a complete lesbian, as long as I kept sucking his cock and
letting him fuck me whenever he wanted...which was all the time, by the
way. If I wasn't a lesbian, then that would mean I actually liked
having sex with boys. If I let Jeremy do me today, even if I never
ever did it with another boy in my whole life, Licorice would always
know that I'd had someone else's cock inside my pussy.

Ouch!

I could even get puppies if I wasn't careful. I mean, babies...duh! I
bit my lip and started counting the days until my next period. I'd
never really worried about it, except to make sure I had a pad ready
before I went to bed, but I knew a girl ovulates fifteen days before
her menses starts, so...I had thirteen days to go and my body worked
pretty good. I was mostly on time and I wondered if thirteen would be
safe or not.

It wasn't like I was on the pill or anything. Heck, I didn't even have
a condom in my purse, which sounds weird, but all my friends had them.
Katie and Carol, Sandy...they all had condoms, mostly because Sandy had
stolen some from her parents' bedroom and handed them out one day at
school. They were so desperate to lose their virginity! God! I told
them to go to the Humane Society and find a boyfriend, but they'd just
laughed. Idiots. Heck, even Jennifer had a condom in her purse and I
knew she'd let me have it if I asked her nicely.

That's what best friends are for!

Except she was saving it for her brother, since having Jeremy's baby
would be really weird probably. She'd be a mother and an aunt all at
the same time, and a cousin too! That sucked! Or maybe not a cousin,
but...Still, it would be definitely strange and plus it was gonna be
Jeremy's baby! The one they weren't gonna have, I mean, and probably
their dad would have something to say about that. Maybe her other two
brothers as well, since they were all kinda protective of Jen, you
know. She was the only girl in the whole family and...Shoot!

I was gonna ask Jenny if I could borrow her condom so I could fuck her
brother? No way! She'd kill me!

"Thirteen days," I sighed between pursed lips and then I blinked.
"Huh?

"I said goodbye, Tiffany," Mom said, taking me by the shoulders and
literally pushing me out the door behind Jeremy. "Don't do anything I
wouldn't do."

"Okay Mom," I bobbled my head, thinking she really couldn't mean that.
I mean, she'd gotten pregnant with me at sixteen, remember?

I really hoped I knew what I was doing!



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end
to be continued
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