life and a reason to live. I took it happily. Warm thrills flowed from his cock to my cunt. He moved with delightful long strokes as he raised and lowered his ass above me. My pussy melted. It wet the intruding cock with the oil that showed how much I needed him. My satiny cunt held him snugly.
I glowed beneath him. We started slow and I rolled my hips, matching him stroke for stroke. Then we sped up. Our hips crashed and slapped together. We rose. Each stroke shot us closer and closer to our goal. We were coming. It wasn't like the one earlier. It was far more spiritual and, for some reason, more tender.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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.
