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Subject: {ASSM} Licorice for Breakfast by Rachael Ross (f/Dog, Best, Oral, Rom)
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Licorice for Breakfast

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story codes: f/Dog, Oral, Rom
This goes with the short story "Lick n Tiff" by yours truly. Not as a
sequel, but more a loose continuation.

Licorice for Breakfast
by Rachael


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 on his neck,
because I didn't want to open my eyes yet.

My alarm went off a six every morning, and every morning I woke about
5 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 sex was damp, I'd been rubbing myself against him in my sleep,
cause it was so sexy. If I'd been a boy I would ejaculated probably,
but all my pussy did was get moist and hot and empty when I dreamed.

I reached behind me to turn off my alarm, not wanting to hear it 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 it slept, and I kissed
him again, wrapping my 16 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 head, smiling at me, licking his lips and his cock was
growing under my fingers. He was a good dog, 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 was all.

"You want what?" I looked at him, blinking my bright blue eyes in the
morning sun.

"Bad dog." I laughed softly. "Okay...I'll suck it for you."

He loved getting head in the morning, that was his favorite and it
shouldn't have surprised me that he wanted it 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, there
were worse ways to start my day.

I urged Lick onto his back and I could see his cock was already out of
its sheath already, 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 soon; Licorice was a Black Lab, and a large one even
for that breed. He weighed a good 85 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 penis 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 discrete about that, but some  things it just
wasn't going to be possible to hide, so we didn't bother.

"Mmmm..." I moaned softly around Lick's penis as it grew, getting longer
and fatter.

It was odd shaped, not like a boy's at all and I was glad. I'd seen
human penises in pictures and they weren't anything to get excited
about. Lick's cock was as big as a man's, easily. I couldn't say
exactly how big it was, but big enough so 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 he had the knot, of course, which no boy ever had. The best part
about making love with Lick, for me, was when we got locked up. When
his penis was so far inside me that the tip penetrated my cervix,
which was so good that it hurt, and neither of us moved very much once
he was that deep, once he was shooting his sperm straight into my
womb. And that knot of muscle would expand inside me, pushing against
the walls of my sex, trapping all his juices inside until he was done.
Until Licorice was satisfied that I was pregnant.

But of course I never was, and I felt bad about that.

I was sucking him now, that cock swollen nice and he was making soft
noises, moving every now and then, but he liked this a lot. He'd stay
still for me, letting my suck him slowly at first. I'd squeeze his
cock at the base, where the knot was, and it would swell while sucked.
It would feel just like he was inside a pussy and my hand was the
entrance. It was good like that and he was so wet. I was swallowing
fast, as quickly as I could, and my mouth was still overflowing with
his precum.

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. But my mom was so naīve about Licorice. Not
anything else really, I mean she wasn't dumb, I just think that the
idea of having sex with a dog was so far out there for her that she
wouldn't let the possibility into her head...Even when it was staring
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, some mornings we
did this, and other times he wanted to go down on me. We had a really
good sex life and we were perfect for each other.

I just wished I could get pregnant. When I felt my cum starting,
that's what I was thinking 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 a little cause I'd be a good two
months pregnant before I gave birth. My taut pale stomach would be
rounded outward and above that my smallish breasts would have become
fat and plump, the nipples dark and long and thick. They'd be tough
enough for puppies to nurse on, full of thin 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 was
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 quick to overflowing. There was
always so much of it, and it came out in stream really, not in a
serious of jets, but one long stream of doggy sperm.

I loved that about him. And I swallowed it eagerly, tasting it and
smelling it, that damp musky odor and slightly salty, bitter metallic
taste that was uniquely his. I put my mouth on his fur, sucking up
spilled sperm, and then getting the small pool that had landed on my
bed, and then back to his cock. I cleaned him for a few more minutes
because he was still cumming, just slower now, 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 some
few minutes before his cock started shrinking, so he'd lap at it, walk
around with it hanging down, 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 he followed me as I
walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, scratching my lotta
blonde hair, all messed up and wild looking.

"Morning Tiffany." My mom said. She was smiling, since she was the
original morning person and her blue eyes were bright.

"Good morning." I smiled at her, cause I liked mornings okay too.

"Oh, not again." Mom was 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 nodded.

I'd told my mom that Licorice had wet dreams, like boys do, and she'd
believed me. Is that naīve 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 sometimes. They were
modern gods, even veterinarians, to people like my mom.

"It's because he sleeps with you, probably." My mom decided,
scrambling 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." My mom let me kiss her cheek.
"That's what it's for. You have morning breath."

"I do?" I laughed. "Sorry."

Mom wrinkled her nose. She was cute when she did that too. She wasn't
a hottie, but mom was definitely cute for being almost 33 years old,
and not fat or hunchbacked or anything. She could have had a lot of
boyfriends if she wanted, and I was 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. Like I did. They'd look good together, my mom and Dr.
Hanson.

"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." My mom frowned, sitting down at the table with
me.

"Yeah." I grinned. "I don't mind. I like it."

"It's all that rubbing you do with him." My mom reached back, tying
her own long blonde hair in a loose knot. "You play with his penis too
much."

I just rub it for him." I made a face. "He needs that sort of
attention sometimes."

"And kissing him?" My mom looked at me, expecting my usual argument.

"It's just kissing." I shrugged. "Better than kissing boys, right?"

"I don't know." My mom 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 16 year
old girl to have a boyfriend. To go on dates. That sort of thing. It
was 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 was ever
going to love a boy. We id everything together, and not just sex, but
all the other stuff too. We liked the same movies, the same books. 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, Lick was going to ask me
to marry him.

That's the other thing, and nobody believes me, probably you don't
either. Lick talked to me all the time. Not in words, I don't mean it
like that, but we communicated just fine, me with him, and him with
me. Like that morning, when he wanted a blowjob, I knew it. He didn't
sit up and bark, he just told me.

My 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. 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.

And I was definitely going to say yes when he did.


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