Lick 'n Tiff - Chapter Two - Licorice for Breakfast
It was warm in my bed, so nice, and I could feel him between my long legs. I had my arms around his neck and his face was turned away from mine while we lay on our sides. I kissed him, blindly because I didn't want to open my eyes yet.
My alarm went off a six every morning, and every morning I woke about five minutes early, just waiting for it. Enjoying those brief minutes that were mine alone. I'd been dreaming, like always, and about puppies again.
And my pussy was wet. I could feel it hot and moist, and smell it too. I'd been rubbing myself against him in my sleep, because it seemed so sexy, so natural to be with him that way. If I'd been a boy I would have cum probably, but all my pussy did was get wet and hot and empty while I dreamed.
I reached behind me to turn off my alarm, not wanting to hear the noise at all. It was 5:58 and I had time, if we were quick.
My hand moved down his back, under the sheet, feeling him big and heavy beside me, and he was so soft. I slid my hand around, over to his chest and down his soft belly to find his cock wrapped in soft fur. It was firm in its sheath, hard even while he slept, and I kissed him again, wrapping my sixteen-year-old fingers around that penis, stroking him slowly, coaxing him to wake up.
"Hey, sleepy head," I whispered softly and a moment later sang his name. "Licorice…"
He lifted his nose, smiling at me and licking his lips, and his cock was growing long under my fingers. He was a good dog, a great boyfriend, so attentive to my needs and eager to please. Lick knew what I wanted and he just had to wake up a little more, that's all.
"You want what?" I looked at him, blinking my bright blue eyes in the morning sun.
He licked my lips.
"Bad dog!" I laughed softly. "Okay…I'll suck it for you."
He loved getting head in the morning and I wasn't sure why, but it shouldn't have surprised me that he wanted a blowjob that morning too. It was okay, even though I wanted to feel him inside me, I liked making him feel good. I'd have sperm for breakfast, I giggled to myself, knowing there were worse ways to start my day.
I urged Lick onto his back and I could see his cock already out of its sheath, maybe an inch or two, not that much, all pink and red with the pointy lip of his penis just a little wet. He'd get a lot bigger than that pretty soon; Licorice was a Black Lab, and a large one even for that breed. He weighed a good 85 or 90 pounds, all muscle beneath his shiny black fur. When he stood up on his back legs he could put his paws on my shoulders and kiss me while we danced.
And his penis…I was in love with it, just as I was in love with the rest of him. I rubbed his cock gently and didn't wait, but just put my mouth over the tip, giving it a soft warm place to grow, washing it with my tongue and swallowing his dripping precum, which would flow faster the more excited he got.
Lick was my first boyfriend, my only boyfriend, and we'd been having sex for almost a year. My mom didn't know that, of course. She knew we kissed and that I liked to play with his cock, but not the other stuff. We tried to be discreet about our relationship, but some things were just impossible to hide, so we didn't bother. Besides, I kinda liked making out with my boyfriend in front of her and Lick could be really bad about it! I wondered if he didn't want us to get caught sometimes.
"Mmmm…" I moaned softly around Lick's penis as it grew, getting longer and fatter.
It had an odd shape, not like a boy's at all, and I was glad of that. I'd seen naked men in pictures before and human dicks weren't anything to get excited about, in my opinion. Lick's cock was easily as large as a full grown man's. I couldn't say exactly how big, but enough so that he found the bottom of my pussy when we made love. Thick enough that my fingers wouldn't reach all the way around the widest part, right there in the middle.
And then there was the knot, something special that no boy would ever be able to offer me. The best part about making love with Lick was when we got locked up. When his cock reached so far inside me that the tip must have been kissing my cervix. That felt so good that it hurt and the other way around too. He hurt me nice and neither of us moved very much once he was that deep.
I liked the idea that maybe he was even inside me there. That his cock had opened that tiny bottleneck somehow and he was shooting his sperm straight into my womb…But that's probably impossible, right? Anyway, the knot of muscle would expand inside me, pushing against the walls of my pussy and trapping all our juices inside until he was done. Until Mother Nature was satisfied that he'd knocked me up with his puppies and that beautiful lump of muscle could let me go.
But of course I never got pregnant and I felt kinda bad about that.
Maybe that's why I didn't mind those morning blowjobs. I did it the best I knew how too. Lick's cock had swollen quickly and he made soft noises, moving every now and then as if to get up, but he liked this a lot. He'd stay still for me, letting me suck him slowly at first. I'd squeeze his cock at the base, where the knot was just starting to grow, and I could feel it beneath my fingers. I'd keep my kips tight around the shaft and slide up and down, using my tongue to wash him with spit and cock juice before I swallowed it happily.
A lot would drip from the corners of my mouth though. I could never keep up, no matter how fast I swallowed. I'd have to strip my bed before school, throw it in the washing machine before my mom found it and wondered. She didn't know about this stuff, even though I'd been trying to give her clues. Not obvious ones, but little ones. Mom could be pretty naïve about Licorice and I always found that kinda surprising. I mean, she wasn't dumb, I just think that the idea of me having sex with my dog was so far out there for that she wouldn't let the possibility into her head…Even when it stared her in the face.
I reached down to rub my pussy, slipping my fingers through the soft curling blonde pubes to find my clit, my hard little button, and I rubbed it. I could get off just playing with my pussy and sucking Lick off, we'd done it a lot. Some mornings we made love, most mornings we did this, and other times he wanted to go down on me. We had a really excellent sex life and we were perfect for each other.
I just wished I could get pregnant. When I felt my orgasm starting, that's what I thought about. How I was Lick's bitch, but I couldn't have his puppies. So I imagined I could, pictured myself with a swollen tummy, not too big, but sorta big cause I'd be a good two months pregnant with like six healthy puppies before I gave birth. My smooth stomach would be rounded outward and above that my smallish breasts would become fat and plump, the nipples dark and long and thick. They'd be tough enough for puppies to nurse on, full of mother's rich milk.
What a glorious dream, I thought, shoving a finger inside my pussy and thumbing my clit as I came. Just a little one, a nice one, and I kept sucking Lick's big cock. He was close too. He usually lasted about ten minutes, sometimes more, but rarely less, and my mouth only got a little tired. My jaw just starting to protest when I felt his cock pulse and his cum filled my mouth quickly to overflowing. There always seemed to be too much of it, and it came out with a steady rush like I was sucking on a hot faucet.
I loved that about him. And I swallowed his semen eagerly, tasting it and smelling it, that damp musky odor and slightly salty, bitter metallic taste that was uniquely Licorice. I put my mouth on his fur, sucking up spilled cum, and then getting the small pool that had landed on my bed before going back to his cock. I cleaned him for a few more minutes because he was still cumming, just slower now that the initial spray finished and if he'd been mating with me, we'd have been locked tight right then. His sperm would be flooding my womb.
But instead I had it in my tummy, warm and fresh, and my mouth was full of his flavor. I let him go finally. He'd been whining softly, looking at me and wondering when he could clean himself up. It would be a few minutes before the exposed knot would shrink enough for the sheath to slide back into place. So he'd lap at it, walk around with his big dick hanging down, just waiting. Poor boy. I had to clean myself too, and clean my bed, and it was already 6:15 and my mom was up. I could hear her voice, calling me, making sure I was getting ready for school.
"Come on. I'll let you outside," I told Lick, rolling off my bed and grabbing my bathrobe. He was happy about that and followed me as I walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, scratching my lotta blonde hair, all messed up and wild looking.
"Morning Tiffany," Mom said. She smiled brightly, since she was the original morning person, and her blue eyes reflected her cheerful mood.
"Good morning," I smiled back at her because I liked mornings okay too, but mostly because she made it so easy.
"Oh! Not again," she sighed, looking at Lick and his swollen red cock dripping as he walked across the kitchen floor. "Did he make a mess?"
"I'll take care of it," I promised.
I'd told my mom that Licorice had wet dreams, like boys do, and she'd believed me. Is that naïve or what? But I had some help there too, from Lick's vet who was exceptionally cool, for being a man. My mom, like a lot of people, believed everything he said, since he was a doctor. A doctor could tell people the sky was made out of cotton candy and they'd believe him, or so it seemed to me sometimes. Doctors, even veterinarians, were modern gods to people like my mom, but I didn't blame her.
"It's because he sleeps with you, probably," Mom decided, talking to me over her shoulder as she scrambled some eggs.
"Me?" I giggled and walked over to give her a kiss after I'd let Lick outside. The backyard was all fenced.
"He should sleep in his doghouse." She let me kiss her cheek. "That's what it's for. You have morning breath."
"I do?" I laughed. "Sorry."
Mom wrinkled her nose and she looked pretty cute when she did that too. I'm not sure if my mom could be called a hottie or not, but she was definitely cute for being over thirty years old, and not fat or hunchbacked or anything. Mom had a serious body when she felt like showing off, which wasn't often, and she could have had a lot of boyfriends. I'd been trying to hook her up with Lick's vet. He was a nice guy, a little older than Mom, but really smart…And he loved dogs as much as me. He didn't even blink when Lick kissed me and I figured they'd look good together, my mom and Dr. Hanson, I mean.
"He likes sleeping with me," I said a few minutes later, sitting down with eggs and toast. "It's comfortable and Lick can't help it if he has a wet dream."
"Well, it's a mess," Mom frowned, sitting down at the table with me.
"Yeah!" I grinned, pulling my bed head out of my face. "I don't mind. I like it."
"It's all that rubbing you do with him," she said, reaching back to tie her own long blonde hair in a loose knot. "You play with his penis too much."
"I just rub it for him," I replied with a shrug. "He needs that sort of attention sometimes."
"And kissing him?" Mom looked at me, expecting my usual argument.
"It's just kissing," I said. "Better than kissing boys, right?"
"I don't know about that," she sighed and shook her head.
I knew she wanted me to get a boyfriend. My mom had gotten pregnant with me when she was still in high school and so she didn't want me pregnant, don't think that, but her idea of normal was for a sixteen year old girl to have a boyfriend. To go on dates and stress out when he didn't call and…you know, that sort of thing. It seemed about as narrow a view as her blindness towards me and Lick. She thought there had to be something wrong with me if I didn't have a boyfriend.
But I had one - Licorice. I loved him a whole lot more than I would ever be able to love a boy. We did everything together, and not just sex, but all the other stuff too. We liked the same movies, the same books and music. I could talk to him about anything in the world. He could keep all my secrets. He was just perfect and I loved him. My mom was going to have to get used to it because I think, I hoped, that someday Lick would ask me to marry him.
That's the other thing, and nobody believes me; probably you don't believe me either, but Lick talked to me all the time. Not in words, I don't mean it like that, but we communicated just fine. Like that morning…When he wanted a blowjob, I knew it. He didn't sit up and bark, he just told me.
Mom wasn't ever gonna believe me if I told her that though. She'd send me to a hospital and probably send Lick to the animal shelter. So I wasn't going to take any chances with that. It was my biggest secret, even more than the fact that I had sex with him. People would believe that. They might not like it, but they'd believe it. Girls have sex with dogs all the time. A talking dog though? No way.
But like I said, Licorice loved me, I knew that. I was his bitch and even though I'd tried to explain to him about puppies and how we couldn't have any together, I knew he was going to propose someday. Probably sooner rather than later too, just because Lick wasn't really a patient sort of boyfriend at all.
And I was definitely going to say yes when he did.