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Subject: {ASSM} Tiffany's Fever by Rachael Ross (f/Dog, Best, Oral, Rom)
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Tiffany's Fever

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story codes: f/Dog, Best, Oral, Rom

Tiffany's Fever
By rachael


Rap Rap Rap

It was a soft sound, my mother's sound and she was always so
considerate, even when she knocked on my bedroom door.

"Tiffany! Are you awake?" I heard her voice, but it was muted, like
the rapping. Everything was turned down, way down, because my ears
were just about to...Pop!

"Yea...Yeas...Uh-huhhhhhmmmm...." I sighed.

It's almost six-thirty, you're going to be late for school." She told
me, like I didn't already know that someplace in my head, I just
couldn't remember where.

"Ummmm...Lick...Lick...Me...Ahhhh...." I was moaning then, maybe loudly too,
because like I said, the whole world was turned way down.

"Tiffany?" More rapping. "Are you okay?"

"Oh!" I gasped, breathing hard and blinking at my mom as she opened
the door.

"What's the matter?" She asked, suddenly concerned, because she was my
mom and a pretty good one.

"I...I..." I swallowed hard, clutching the blanket between my fists,
pulled up high above my heaving breasts.

"You look terrible, dear." My mom crossed my bedroom and sat down on
the bed. She put a hand to my forehead. "You're burning up!"

I just nodded at her, holding my breath and my whole body was stiff. I
was rigid at just that second because if I relaxed, if I let it go, I
was going to melt into a big, wet puddle of 16 year old girl. Right
there in my bed, and wouldn't that be a mess!

"Hold on, I'm going to get the thermometer." My mom nodded at me, and
she was up and leaving, and then I let that breath out with a whoosh.

"Oh my God!" I grinned and my body was shaking, like I was made out of
pink Jell-O or something. And Licorice crawled out from between my
legs, licking his lips and grinning at me as he approached my face for
a kiss.

"You bad boy!" I whispered, squeezing my thighs together and then
opening my mouth for his tongue. He liked it when I tasted myself on
him, when he could share my orgasms with me.

Lick was Frenching me deep when my mom came back into the room.

"Hey, shoo!" She frowned and Licorice gave her a petulant look but
when I gave him a tiny nod, he knew he should chill for a bit.

Lick was a really smart dog, Black Labs are one of the smartest breeds
around, and he loved my mom just like I did, but he didn't always
understand her. Neither did I, for that matter. We were probably lucky
that my mom had been too worried about me to notice the huge lump of
dog under my blankets earlier. She worried about ticks, but I knew
Lick didn't have any of those.

"That's why you have a fever." My mom chided us both. "I told you
before not to kiss the dog like that. You just don't know where his
mouth has been, Tiffany!"

"But I know exactly...mmmpphh..." I couldn't say anymore because my mom
was pushing the thermometer under my tongue.

"Now you keep that there, I'll be back in a minute." She glanced at
Licorice. "I suppose you want to go outside, huh?"

Lick wagged his tail at her, trying to look all innocent, like he
hadn't been feasting on my little blonde pussy for the last half hour.
He was such a poseur! I gave him a playful frown, crinkling my pert
upturned nose at him, but under my blanket I was rubbing my clit too,
because it was still hard as a little pebble and it felt too good to
stop.

"Come on then, Licorice..." Mom patted her thigh.

She really did like him a lot, even though mom pretended not to.
Probably it was just a reaction to the obvious affection I had towards
him. Like she had to assume the stern, responsible dog owner role,
since I more or less played the silly, irresponsible girlfriend role
for him. And yeah, Lick did need some parenting, just like I did. He
wasn't really that mature, just almost 4 years old and spoiled enough
so he acted like he was still a puppy.

So, I laid there, twiddling my thumb over my clit, feeling that big
wet stain under my butt. I'd soaked my bed...Again. It happened
sometimes, but mostly after school, not before school. In the
mornings, like just after we woke up I might give him a blowjob maybe,
since he liked that a lot. Or sometimes we'd make love, if I'd
happened to wake up early enough, like at five thirty or so. But only
once in awhile did Licorice go down on me, mostly because when he did
it was lights out for Tiffany!

It messed me up for the whole day!

I swear, that dog had a seven inch tongue and it never got tired! He
could go for an hour easy, if I let him, and most often I did because
I didn't have a whole lot of willpower. Like this morning, I hadn't
asked Lick to do it, we'd just moved around in our sleep, you know,
the way people do, and somehow his face had ended up between my
thighs.

Of course I didn't have any panties on either. I hadn't worn panties
to bed since I was 14 and I'd started sleeping with Lick every night.
He didn't much like panties and wondered why I wore them at all. I'd
long given up trying to explain stuff like that though. Mostly I
agreed with him and I skipped out on underwear whenever I could.

But don't tell my mom that, she'd freak. Like right after God made
people He'd made underwear, according to her, and then He'd rested. I
bet I had more underwear than any two other girls at my school, The
Virgin Mary Academy. They were mostly boring too, like plain white
panties and bras...Blah. I had managed to get a few pairs with lace,
even a couple thongs, but only because I'd thrown them in the shopping
cart at Sears, hiding them underneath the two dozen white bikini
panties my mom was buying for me.

I swear, for a mother who was so desperate to get me a boyfriend, she
sure wasn't helping me very much. That was good though too, because I
didn't want a boyfriend. I only picked out the lacy underwear for
Licorice, cause he might like them, you know. Even a dog can change
his mind, and he was my boyfriend anyway and girls are supposed to
wear sexy stuff for their boyfriends. I liked being sexy for him.

Oh...She was coming back.

"Okay, let's see." My mom pursed her lips, looking at the mercury.
"Hmmm...99.4...That's not too bad, you still look a little peaked though."

"Yeah." I nodded, sensing something really cool and unexpected coming.

"You better stay home today, and get some rest." My mom stroked my
cheek. "The last thing you need is to come down with something
serious."

"Kay mom." I said, trying to look vaguely disappointed. Not totally
disappointed, or she'd get suspicious, but just a little, like I was
going to miss my friends. She knew I wasn't going to miss my classes.

"Maybe I should stay home too." Mom was sitting on bed again, frowning
a little. She was always too protective and this was the downside of
having my orgasms being mistaken for a cold.

"It's okay." I suggested softly, knowing this was a lot like fishing,
even though I didn't like fishing. I had to play the line carefully,
giving mom some slack, and reeling her in gently until the hook was
set...She'd already taken the bait. Now I just had to get her into the
boat...Meaning out of the house.

"Are you sure?" My mom smiled at me. "I don't like leaving you here by
yourself."

"I'll be alright, Licorice can stay with me." I said, maybe a little
too eagerly.

"Hmmm...That's what I'm afraid of." My mom was getting away.

"He didn't make me sick, mom." I rolled my eyes a little, cause
sometimes that actually worked, like mom would realize she was being
silly.

"Maybe not." Mom shrugged. "But you need more than a dog to take care
of you. I better stay home."

"Mom..." I started, but then I stopped. What was I going to do, beg her
not to? That wasn't going to do anything but raise suspicions.

"What?" My mom had started getting up, now she looked at me.

"Uh, can I have some orange juice?" I asked, wondering what I was
going to do all day with my mom hovering over me.

"Of course, dear." She smiled. "I'll get you some aspirin too."

"Okay." I sighed.

Drats! I had just a flash of me and Licorice making love all day long
in my bed, and now this. My mom was going to mother me...smother me,
more like, and I was feeling fantastic! Except for that emptiness in
my womb and the cold wet stain of girl goo under my butt. This wasn't
any good. I needed to come up with a plan, or something, but I'm not
exactly a devious person. I'm pretty much just me...Blonde and blue eyed
and about as devious as...as...as jumping through a window.

I didn't even try to hide my love for Licorice from anyone, not even
my mom. She knew how much I loved him; I'd told her repeatedly that I
was his bitch. That he was my boyfriend. She always shrugged it off
though, pretended I was joking, or mostly changed the subject to
finding me a boyfriend. A real one, as if Licorice wasn't just because
he was a dog.

I didn't tell her about how much sex we had, but only because it
wasn't really her business anyway. I mean I didn't ask her about Dr.
Hanson, and I knew they'd done it at least twice because he'd told me
all about it. But that was because Dr. Hanson was Lick's vet, and he
was my friend, not because I'd asked. It wasn't my business. So mom
didn't need to know about what me and my boyfriend did either, right?

"Here you go sweetie." Mom was handing me the aspirin and I reached
for them without thinking. "Why is your hand wet?"

"What? Oh!" I looked down at my right hand which was glistening wet
with my pussy juices. "It's nothing."

I shrugged and licked my palm and then my fingers too, while mom
watched me, and she was obviously puzzled. I've often found the best
explanations to things that have no explanation, is just not to even
try and explain them. Really. It works too; mom let it go and gave me
the aspirin while I secretly savored the tangy sweet flavor of my own
pussy.

I knew why Licorice liked licking me so much down there, it tasted
really good. If I was him, I'd lick me all the time too and sometimes
I wondered if other girls tasted like that, much the same way I
wondered if other dogs tasted like Lick. I didn't really have any
strong urge to find out though, I was pretty happy with just me and
him.

"Are you sure you feel okay?" Mom was looking at me funny, since I was
licking my hand for no good reason at all. I wondered if she could
smell my pussy juice. I couldn't, but probably I was used to it.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I'm just tired, mom. I'm going to sleep for awhile,
okay?"

"Sure, okay Tiff." Mom nodded and she gave me a kiss on the cheek,
taking my half empty glass of orange juice with her as she left.

I watched the door close and then I was up, going to my window and
opening it carefully, trying not to make any noise. It wasn't an
overly large window by any means, just average size, but it didn't
have a screen, so that was good. Plus it was on the side of the house,
away from like the kitchen and the patio and all that.

I just hoped mom hadn't let Lick back into the house yet. She probably
hadn't, I figured, since she'd been busy with me, for one thing. And
for another she'd probably want him outside while she cleaned the
house. My mom was like that. She'd take a day off from work and spend
it cleaning the house. I swear, my mom needed help!

Anyway, I opened the window and whistled softly.

"Lick...Come here...Hurry up..." I whispered.

He came running, because he is pretty smart, even for a boyfriend, and
he's a good jumper too. A really good jumper and I just got out of the
way before he came through that window, kind of crashing when he
landed because he didn't know exactly what was on the other side of
the sill. But it was okay, Lick had great reflexes. He just sat there
smiling at me.

"Good boy..." I giggled because he was really happy to be back in my
bedroom. "Come on...get under the covers before mom catches us..."

I got Lick back into the good spot, right between my spread thighs,
and this time I had my knees up and a book in my hands, like I was
reading. If my mom came in unexpectedly all she'd see was my knees,
and not Licorice hiding inside the little tent they made, lapping
happily at my pussy while I came all over his long pink tongue!

"Ohhh Lick...Go ahead...Uhmmm-hmmmm...Make me sick all day...All day long..." I
urged him, lifting my bare butt and feeling the tip of his tongue
slipping between my swollen pussy lips.

It was like wet rough sandpaper and he used it from my little pink
butthole all the way up to my hard pink clitty. Licorice was the best
boyfriend in the whole world, I figured, even if he did make me miss a
little school sometimes.


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