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.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I showed up on Jack Rabbit's steps bright and early the next morning and announced that I was leaving. I don't know what I expected, but whatever it was, I didn't get it. The man just shrugged, tossed me my purse- which he'd kept, and said I'd be back. Mark and Tony had already left for the day so I didn't need to look them up. I said goodbye to Trinket. I hadn't wanted to take Hitler, but I discovered that I couldn't leave him like the other girls had done.
So the dog and I started down the long dirt lane to the highway, together. We were a team now. It was different this time when I hit the road. I was no longer fresh and pretty. Now I looked road-hardened. My hair was straight. My face looked older. The sparkle in my eyes had gone. I guess it was just the wrong day to be on the road. I stood there, holding my thumb out, until I was sure my arm would fall off, but no one offered me a ride.
A highway patrolman passed three times before finally stopping. I wasn't really worried. My purse had an I.D. which would prove I was of age and enough cash to keep me from being thrown in jail as a bum. There wasn't any reason to take off or hide, so I didn't. It was getting really hot on the roadside. The sun glittered off thousands of pieces of broken pop bottles and the heat waves rose on the blacktop. There wasn't any shade, and I was dying for a drink.
The big black and white car pulled off the road and whipped up a cloud of dust as it slowed to a stop. I tried to get a look at the guy's face behind the glare of the windshield. I didn't want him to have to get out, so I walked to the driver's side and said, “Hi!”
He was a big man, blond and in his mid-twenties. He introduced himself as Officer Bob Brandt, and asked to see my identification. I took my license out and showed it to him. He asked where I was headed and I told him: Las Vegas. Then he asked if I had any money to meet emergencies. I opened my wallet to show him-it was gone! Jack Rabbit had stolen it. I was flat broke.
'You just come from that old ranch?' he asked, as he led me around to the passenger side to get in. 'Yes,' I nodded, as I sat on the edge of the seat and took a sip of the ice-water he offered me. 'Look, Miss, I know what goes on out at that place and I've got a pretty good notion why you're leaving. You look too decent to be a part of that set up. I'm going to do you a favor and bust you.' 'Wha…' ''They'll hold you for a couple of days, make sure there ain't no warrants out for you, and let you go. You'll get a few good meals, a place to sleep and be that much closer to where you want to go.'
I stared at my hands for a second and then glanced out the window. Hitler was still standing patiently, waiting for me to let him in. 'What about my dog? What will happen to him?' I asked, suddenly realizing how much the big animal really meant to me. 'He'll be held at the pound till you get him his shots and bail him out,' the cop said matter-of-factly.
I broke down and started to bawl then. It wouldn't have been the end of the world to spend a couple of days in the slammer, but I'd never see Hitler again. I had no money for shots or fines. Hitler was all I had in the world now. Officer Brandt was surprised and he seemed to soften a little. I was desperate and it showed. We talked for a while longer. I told him why I'd run away from home in the first place. I explained that Hitler was the only thing I had left in the world.
He felt sorry for me, but he was adamant about not letting me go on without funds. He pointed out that I'd be better off in jail than on the road or at the ranch. 'Hell, Miss Lockes, you don't even have a sleeping bag. You'll either die from exposure or land up in real trouble. I can't have either on my conscience.'
He was all man. He had the same neat little bulge running along his leg as any other man. There had to be a way to get to him. I was dressed in the clothes I'd left home in and that made it harder. My tits didn't poke out much in the sweatshirt and my pants weren't very revealing.
It was a heavy idea. He was straight and I knew it. He was also convinced that I was a nice girl. If I blew it, I'd land up in the can for a lot longer than two days. I checked out his wedding finger. It was clear, no ring and no suntan marks where he might have taken it off. 'Look,' I whispered, my voice cracking with the strain. 'I'm no tramp or a dopey, but I'm down and out. One of those people back there stole my money. I don't want to go back, but if you lock me up I'll lose my dog. I'll admit I shouldn't be out here. I'll go back…'
