Hitler started following me everywhere. I felt so sorry for the big dog. It seemed that he had been deserted so often that he just wouldn't let me out of his sight. I felt awfully insecure too. The week had passed and I'd been given my clothes back. Mark seemed to be growing more and more distant and l knew in my heart that I'd lose whatever hold I had on him before long.
The dog and I became inseparable. Trinket, Hitler and I would go for walks. I avoided places where we could repeat what we'd done before. It was strictly against the rules of the commune. I think Trinket tried a couple of times, but I ignored it. The days were filled with other things too, like cooking, washing, fucking and sucking. I even went on a food run with Mark and Tony once, getting the fruit and vegetables for our meals from trash bins. I didn't like that too much.
One morning Mark didn't go out with Tony. After the morning chores, he chased Trinket away and suggested that we go off by ourselves. My heart leaped. It was a golden opportunity to draw him closer to me. I wasn't going to pass it up. We started off with Hitler on our heels. I led the way. There wasn't any question as to where I was going. I wanted to be alone with my man and the secluded, comfortable spot in the rocks was ideal. We reached my hideout. I stood for a second leaning against him, basking happily in his strong arms.
Giggling, I moved away, pulled out the blanket, and spread it behind the rocks so we could sit down. It wasn't long before I was lying with my head in Mark's lap and petting Hitler's head, as it rested on my tummy. "You worry me," Mark said, partially unbuttoning the boyish shirt I was wearing, to expose my right tit. "Why?" I asked, feeling my nipple stiffen to his light caress. "Because you belong to all of the men, not just me. You're in love with me and that's bad. You should get around more-fuck some of the other guys. "
His hands remained steady. They didn't tremble at all. My heart broke as he told me. My pouting nipple flattened and turned soft. I managed to check the tears that wanted to well in my eyes, and swallowed the lump that threatened to build in my throat. I couldn't keep my hands from trembling as they patted Hitler's head. "See there-that's what I mean," Mark sighed. "You've got a crush on me." "I have not…" I bluffed shakily. "Sure," he said, working idly on my tit. "Hey, have you made it with Hitler?" he asked, changing the subject completely.
I didn't answer. My blush was enough to tell him what he wanted to know: Why did he suddenly have to embarrass and hurt me? Wasn't it enough to tell me we were through? "I've watched the dogs fucking with a lot of girls in the chicken coop but I've never seen one do it alone," he grinned. Reaching for my pants, he unzipped them. "I… I…I"
My mind struggled desperately for a solution. What could I do to make him change his mind-to make him love me? I had to win him back if there was a way. Hitler raised his big snout and drew his tongue across my bare tit. I felt a slight tremor in Mark's hand and his hard-on pressed through the heavy cloth of his pants. Was that the way? There was a chance. It was too late to make anything else work.
I had to take that chance. Reaching up, I finished unbuttoning my blouse. The dog's broad tongue swiped my tender flesh again and again. Mark kept toying with whichever tit Hitler was ignoring. I lay there as they worked and my nipples started to stiffen. Working my jeans over my hips, I scrunched them around my knees and left my panties in place. They hid my pubic forest and would whet Mark's appetite.
His hands left my tits and started to trace circles and play tic-tac-toe on the flimsy nylon of my panties. My tummy jumped and trembled. Hitler's tongue continued to work on my stiff nipples. He playfully got one between his teeth and tried to suck it like a puppy. Glancing up, I saw Mark watching the animal with his face contorted in lust. Mark's fingers hooked the top of my panties and worked them down so the top inch of my pubic-fur stuck out. I tried to spread my legs, but they were hampered by the tight jeans. Bringing my legs up, I worked them the rest of the way off.
Inch by inch the boy worked my panties down. When my panties were bunched below my cunt, and my whole forest of pubic hair was exposed, I drew my knees up. Hooking my fingers under the rolled nylon, I worked them off. Mark's fingers sifted through the curly hair. They outlined the dark patch and then traced the hidden split in the center. Hitler, wise to my whims, had picked up the scent of my cunt. He stopped licking my tits and wiggled around until he was laying on his belly, between my legs. His snout rubbed my crotch.
I gasped and shook as he dragged his tongue from the warm opening of my box clear to the top of my crack. It was warm and exciting. I wiggled my hips, pushing my pussy against the dog's cold nose. I rubbed my hairy cunt into it. My petals began to tingle. My clit shivered to the delicious warmth of the wet tongue. He lapped my crotch with the flat, pink tongue.
Mark never took his eyes off Hitler. He slid his fingers between my legs and spread my cuntlips wide so the dog could cover every part. The two of them were driving me crazy. My ass rolled and bucked. A trickle of honey ran from my cunt and was licked away before it reached my asshole. My whole cunt puffed up in need and blushed darker in anticipation.
I drew my hands to my tits and began to play with them: I rolled them in circles so they met in the center. Then I rolled them out, as far apart as I could make them go. I pinched my hard nipples. I pulled on them and let them snap back. I cupped my fat tits and pushed them up until I could lick them with my own tongue. Mark was drooling as he tried to see everything at once. I could feel his erection straining against his pants. If ever there was a chance of saving our relationship, this was it.
I spread my legs and let Hitler push his jaw into my cunt, like he'd been trained to do. The wiry fur, the teeth, the tongue, all flicking and prodding, along with his cold nose on my clit, sent me into orbit. I couldn't wait any longer. Pushing him away, I got onto my knees in front of Mark. I positioned myself on all fours and waited. Hitler was worked up and didn't need any encouragement. He woofed a couple of times, reared up and came down, crashing across my back.
I felt his furry legs as they brushed the insides of my thighs. He danced awkwardly into position. His big dog cock burned hotly against my thighs. It slid back and forth, rubbing against the curve of my ass. I felt him dance back a step or two, then he was right on target. The tip smacked into my cunt and nearly pulled my outer cuntlips, my clit and my ass into the hole with it.
The rough, fierceness of the dog-fucking held me spellbound. He twisted up and down. He humped in and out like a pile-driver. Mark scooted to the side and watched for a couple of seconds. I wiggled my ass and braced myself so I wouldn't be driven forward. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled his crimson-tipped prick out. He dropped to his knees in front of me and I stared at his drooling cock. If that was what he wanted I'd give it to him. I strained my head back and opened my mouth to receive his cock.
The salty-tasting prick pressed between my lips and he held my head roughly between his two big hands. I tried to give him a good blow job but wasn't able to keep my mind off my pussy long enough to do it justice. Hitler's dog cock was lunging in and out of me so hard and fast that it was impossible to think about anything else. My whole crotch was screaming in need.
Mark guessed my problem. He began to guide my wet mouth back and forth along his shank, so I wouldn't have to think about it. My teeth scraped the top and bottom of his shaft. His prick drove along the flat of my tongue and struck the back of my mouth. I made no attempt to do anything special. I couldn't! He was fucking my face. The dog's cock stretched my pussy as wide as it would go, and I tried to drive in far enough to meet Mark's prick at the other end of my body.
My insides were on fire. It was almost too much to bear. I shivered and trembled. Mark held my head tightly. He got a grip on one of my dangling tits with his free hand. Shivers of pain and heat shot through me as he squeezed. The thrill in my cunt blocked everything else out. It was like I had become a giant cunt with my brain where my womb should be. I could see, feel, taste, smell and hear every stroke. My mind was being fucked at the same time as my pussy. I rose higher and higher until my body was screaming for release.
I rode the roller coaster from hell to heaven on the waves of orgasm. I clung to the bucking dog cock in my ass and the hot, wet one in my mouth. I soared with the angels and slid gently, gracefully back to earth. The German shepherd was still pounding frantically as I came back to reality. I was able to enjoy his last ecstatic fuck strokes before he filled me with fertile milk.
He hopped off and his juice began to run down my leg. I felt the man speed up. Now that I could think clearly, I began to suck, blow and rub his cock with my tongue. I got Mark to stand. Scooting my legs under me, I squatted with my cunt stretched open. I sucked on the boy's meat as the dog's slime drained from my pussy.
I wrapped one arm around Mark's thighs and worked the middle finger of my hand between the hairy cheeks of his ass. I found his asshole and drove a finger into his shit-hole. I took his balls in my other hand and began to roll them. Mark growled in appreciation and lost his balance. He ended up leaning against me for support. Spitting his trembling cock out, I sucked his balls in. The hairy bag felt strange as the hard nuts slid around in my mouth. The cock rested against my cheek. It lay across the bridge of my nose and pointed wetly toward the sky. I worked his balls over for a few minutes before dropping them back into the palm of my hand. Then I sucked the cock in.
I whipped the cockhead happily with the tip of my tongue. Then I wrapped my lips around the crimson crown. His prick trembled as I let it slide back. Mark's ass tightened and I knew he was almost ready. Rocking rapidly back and forth, I stroked him. The shaft slid deeper into my mouth. I increased my speed with each stroke until he grabbed me by the hair and began to pull and twist it painfully.
He gasped and moaned as he drove his cock into my throat and tightened his grip in my hair. I was trapped. I felt his prick begin to throb and tremble. The slime shot from the shivering organ and splashed in all directions as he satisfied himself. I drank it all. I didn't let one drop of the stuff escape. He took his limp cock out of my mouth and helped me to my feet.
He didn't say too much on the way back to camp, but I had the feeling that I'd lost rather than won my battle. I became more and more convinced of this as the morning wore on. First, he left me as soon as we got back into camp and I had to clean our sleeping area all by myself. Then he avoided me when I tried to find him.
Finally, at lunch, Mark went to sit with a group of girls, leaving Trinket and me to sit by ourselves. I told Trinket what had happened and she nodded, saying she'd seen him do the same thing to other girls. "He's not the type," she sighed, "to be faithful to any one girl for long." I died inside. The agony of losing him was ten times what it had been to leave home. The commune was a new way of life and I didn't know how to cope with it. I wasn't sure of myself. I needed someone strong to lean on. I needed someone to watch out for me. Now I was all alone-except for Trinket and Hitler.
Somehow I managed to keep my agony and hurt bottled inside until after I was done with my work and could go off by myself. Hitler was right on my heels when I took off, but I did manage to avoid Trinket. I wanted to cry my eyes out and make a decision about the future. There wasn't any sense in sharing that with anyone. Habit forced me to head for the one spot I'd been comfortable and happy in. The one really secluded place where I could sit and think.
I pulled out the blanket, spread it and sat down. Hitler lay beside me and rested his big head in my lap. He seemed to know exactly what was wrong. He seemed to be licking my hand in sympathy and looking at me with those sad brown eyes. I leaned against one of the boulders and cried. I must have been there for a half hour or more before Trinket found me.
She knew what was wrong and didn't say anything. She just sat on one of the rocks and kept me company, until I'd composed myself enough to go back. When I got back, Mark found me and said I'd been set up in another shack. My new partner was a fifteen-year-old boy named John. I took it as gracefully as I could. My heart was breaking, but I wasn't about to let the world know how much I hurt. My mind was made up-tomorrow I'd strike out on my own. I didn't know what I'd do, but I had to try.