Grinding her teeth together in bitter frustration, Sandi Thomas threw her thick leather purse into the corner of the wide seat next to the night-darkened window. She had been an auditory witness to the activities of the Olsen family, who shared the next compartment. The sound of passion that been unmistakable, and Sandi was angry that merely hearing sexual activity had caused those strange feelings to start roaming throughout her system.
Lying curled on the floor at her feet was her dog, Eric, a large German shepherd, her constant companion for the past four years. Although he was quietly nested in a tight curve, he watched his mistress with his soft brown eyes, trying to gauge the depth of her frustration, which he sensed with his own animal perception. His tail, thick and black, thumped almost silently against the carpet that covered the floor.
Eric, even more than Sandi, because of his keener abilities to hear, was aware of what had transpired in the adjoining compartment. In addition he had become aware of the ringing of the bell announcing the opening of the dining car before Sandi had recognized its insistent tone.
After the sound of the bell had passed by the closed door of their compartment, Sandi looked down at Eric's noble head resting on his outstretched paws and she leaned over to gently stroke his ears. "How about it, Eric, are you ready for dinner?" she asked. The large black and tan-marked dog looked up lovingly at his mistress, attempting in his own way to indicate to her that he understood and would abide by her decision. His head lifted and his ears stood straight and alert waiting for the next sound that would issue from her throat.
"Okay, how about some beef stew and kibbles?" she asked absently. Sandi always believed that Eric could understand every word that she uttered, or at least comprehended her general meaning. "Well, what do you say? Beef and kibbles, or something else?"
Hefting himself to his four padded feet, he sat obediently before her, his tail swishing back and forth expectantly. His long pink tongue lolled out of the side of his wide, tooth-lined mouth that curved back in a near smile. Standing in the narrow aisleway, Eric looked up expectantly, his saliva starting to drip with greater frequency from his open mouth. His sensitive nose told him that his mistress was in a state of sexual excitement, and he was trying to piece together the full meaning of this, trying desperately to determine what would be expected of him. He wanted to eat, but if called on he would do whatever Sandi asked.
Getting to her feet, Sandi stretched her full body, raising her hands high over her head and lifting her entire weight to the balls of her feet. Her loose-fitting blouse, worn on the outside of her bell-bottomed slacks, rose, exposing the firm line of her belly and the small round indentation of her naval. She could feel the dampness that marked the slit at her crotch, and her clouded eyes flicked over the powerful body of the dog standing patiently and obediently before her in the narrow confines of the compartment. She started to move forward, but her progress was stopped when Eric, for reasons that he could only understand, but not communicate, pushed his nose between her perfectly formed thighs and waited.
"Horny beast," Sandi smiled as she reached down to stroke the head and rub her legs together against the long nose of the dog. "Maybe you'd better wait until after you have a little something to eat before you get any ideas about what you think I'd like to do with that thick tongue and long prick of yours," she said, ruffling his hair playfully.
Disengaging herself from the probing nose that was wedged tightly between her full, round thighs, Sandi moved to her large suitcase standing tombstone-like at the end of the small compartment. As she kneeled to pick it up, the tight material of her blue jeans stretched tight into the soft puffiness of her crotch and again the electric shocks of desire jolted her frame, making her shudder, goose bumps dotting her arm.
Trying to ignore the sensuous feeling that were breaking over her, Sandi quickly lifted the heavy case to the cushion of the long seat in the compartment and deftly snapped open the clasps. Taking out a wide flat plastic feeding dish, a can of dog food, an already opened bag of kibbles, and a can opener, Sandi busied herself preparing Eric's dinner.
When she was finished, she placed the dish on the floor and stepped back. As the big dog moved quickly to the dish, Sandi considered several possible alternatives. She could leave the compartment and make her way to the dining car, or she could order a sandwich and Coke from the club car, or she could just forget about dinner altogether.
Casually thinking about this, Sandi sat on the seat next to the window looking out into the blue-black night. Her reflection gazed back at her from the window. The reflection from the overhead light glimmered off the dark reddish brown of her hair, hanging loosely around her shoulders and falling in a light caress down the front of her bulky knit sweater. Sandi looked at the swelling mounds of her breasts as they pushed against the material of the sweater, and the urgent itching in her crotch increased. The sight of her own body never failed to turn her on, to sexually stimulate her. She.tried to distinguish the features of her face, free of makeup, but beautiful in its simplistic classic lines. The effort failed because the reflected image cast by the window was not clear enough.
Almost unconsciously, Sandi's hands, which had been neatly folded in her lap, started moving up the knobby knit of the sweater until they were resting lightly on the twin mounds that marked her heavy breasts. Being a modern girl, and one that liked to feel that she was hep and in the swing of the modern scene, she had long ago discarded bras, and the weight of her hands on her breasts pressed the kinky knit of the sweater against the tender surfaces of her tits. The delicate pressure of her palms sent flashes of light blinking on in Sandi's mind. Still looking out the window, seeing her own image, she became aware of the glowing dots in the distance that she correctly identified as street lamps.
Almost at the same instant, she became aware of the slowing of the train's speed. The click of wheels against the steel rails changed in rhythm as the time between the sharp sounds became greater and greater. Quickly her hands moved away from the mounds of her breasts as she sat up straight in the seat and leaned expectantly toward the window.
A line of blue lights began to pass the window and Sandi saw the patterns of bricked tile on a platform, luggage wagons and the fluttering movement of scores of people as they broke away from the support of the adobe wall of a small station building and ran alongside the slowly moving cars carrying large straw baskets and holding up variously wrapped packets. She realized that these were train side vendors selling food and drinks to those who could be convinced that it was more economical to buy the variety of foods offered by them instead of having dinner aboard the train.
As the train lurched to a complete stop, Sandi rose to struggle with the window, forcing it down and allowing the sounds of the hawkers to flood into the narrow confines of her compartment. She couldn't understand the words as the panoply of noises assaulted her Midwestern American ears.
Seeing the window slide open, a gaggle of squawking vendors broke for the shaft of light holding their various wares high in their hands. Crowding around the lighted rectangle, they shoved and shouted, trying desperately to shove their wares into Sandi's hands, which were still holding the edge of the compartment window.
Assaulted by the sounds and intensity of the vendors who crowded around her open window, Sandi pulled back from the window with a jerk. From behind her a low guttural growl reverberated against the narrow walls of the compartment as Eric, having eaten the last of his dinner, turned at the sound of the voices and Sandi's action at the window. His ears were alert and pointed s1ight1y forward as he watched Sandi's back. When she jerked away from the window, Eric, his massive muscles contracting and flexing, leaped forward to fill the gap, attempting to interpose his body between that of his mistress and the unknown danger that was lingering just outside the open window. His lips started to curl, exposing the line of sharp teeth that could rend and tear. Blocked by Sandi's body, the great dog coiled and then leaped to the seat of the coach and shot forward, his teeth flashing bright in the compartment's light. A defensive snarl broke from his lips as he moved to the window and looked down at the milling group of vendors still trying to push their wares through the open window.
When the big dog's powerful frame filled the window, snarling and with teeth bared, they fell back, some angry, others frightened, and others, not so near the window, confused by the sudden movement.
"It's okay, Eric," Sandi said to the great black and tan beast looming so threateningly in the open space of the window, "Get down, and let me get something to eat."
Sandi, seeing the bristling hair along the back of the thick neck, took hold of the metal choke collar and pulled back sharply, but not with any real strength. "Down! Eric, down." she said, pulling again on the choke chain that circled the powerful neck.
She had trained Eric herself and she was the only person who could really tell him what to do. It wasn't that he was aggressive toward other persons with whom he came in contact, but his first and only fierce loyalty was to this girl whom he had known since he was a small puppy on the large Midwestern farm where they had grown up together.
Hearing Sandi's voice and feeling the pressure from the chain, Eric immediately dropped his hostile attitude and turned away from the window, sitting on his haunches on the cushion of the seat. He still wanted to be close to the open window just in case. The snarling look on his face was quickly replaced by one of alert inquisitiveness and sharp-eyed watchfulness. The bristling hair along his hackles, smoothed and blended with the short hair of his coat and the strong muscles of chest and back relaxed and he held himself in check.
Satisfied that Eric would no longer try to impose his body between her own and the window, Sandi again moved forward and quickly making her choices, selected a ham sandwich and a Coke. The vendors held up their fingers to indicate the cost, and she dug into the pockets of her tight jeans, pulling out the crumpled, dirty bills, and handed them through the window to the brown-skinned vendors just as the train lurched forward to resume its steady journey toward San Mateo.
To her surprise, after she had settled herself on the seat, Sandi found that the sandwich, which consisted of lettuce and a thick slice of ham between the cut halves of a thick Mexican bun, had been warmed and was tasty. The Coke looked and tasted no different from those she was used to in the United States. She sat quietly munching on the sandwich and taking an occasional swig of the Coke until she had completely devoured them both.
At her side waiting patiently, Eric watched as Sandi chewed reflectively on the sandwich. When she had finished and was idly looking out the new closed window at the black reflection of the glass, the big dog crept forward along the seat and laid his massive head in his mistress's lap.
Sandi had felt good after finishing the last morsel of food that she had so hastily bought from the hawkers on the station platform. It was a good feeling; one which gave her confidence that her trip deep into the interior of Mexico to attend the Institito would be a good one. She had been letting her mind wander over the possibilities of what was in store for her when she finally settled in the small hill town that would be her home for the next year when she felt the pressure of Eric's head where he rested it on her thigh.
Lethargically, Sandi let her hand caress the great head, her fingers stroking and combing the thick hair. Memories flooded back into her mind of the large farm where she had grown up. It was a typical Midwestern farm, with a large rambling house, barn, and hay loft where she had spent many of her happiest times, and one of her most frightening moments.
The remembered odor of fresh, sweet straw, flared out her nostrils as Sandi recalled that warm spring day when she had lost her virginity to one of the rough-handed farm hands that worked for her father. She had learned about sex by watching, almost unknowingly, the matings of all the animals on the farm. To her young mind at the time, it was a natural thing, but some of the farm hands, and particularly one man, had thought her natural young-girl curiosity was amusing.
One day when the spring planting was in full swing, the man had followed her to the barn. Sandi was then blooming into young womanhood and the vital juices were running in her veins like the sap in newly sprouting trees. She had been tense, her body inflicting strange thoughts upon her mind. Had she known then what she knew today, Sandi always told herself, she would have understood the strange itchy feeling as just sexual desire and the buildup of sexual tension.
By some strange animal sense, the young rough-handed farm helper had understood her condition and followed Sandi into the barn. At first, she welcomed his aggressive advances, but when they became more insistent she had tried to extricate herself from the situation. She wasn't weak, but he was much stronger. She never gave her ravisher a name, but merely acknowledged his identity as male.
After he followed her to the hayloft, Sandi had been forced down in the soft straw and her arms pinned to her sides by his weight. She had tried to fight him off after a few innocent kisses, but it had been useless and soon her light, thin blouse had been pulled open, her bra lifted roughly from the nubile nubs of her young breasts, and the wide material of her skirt had been shoved up around her waist. The man's hands pawed at her body as she tried with increasing desperation to push them away from her enflamed flesh. It had been useless, and soon she felt the heat of desire taking control of her senses and Sandi knew that she would lose her virginity to a man whom she hardly knew or cared about. Although she had accepted this, she had not enjoyed the coupling, and felt nauseous waves of self-disgust pass over her as she sprawled in the hay after he left her.
It had been then, when she was rumpled, sore, and angry, that she and Eric had started their strange relationship. The young dog, no more than a puppy at the time, had made his way into the barn, following the whimpers that were being emitted from the loft, and had nuzzled his nose in the softness of Sandi's crotch, fresh with her own virgin blood, and splashed with the drying semen of her molester.
Utilizing some sort of animal intelligence that was lacking in most others of his species, Eric had sensed the wrong that had been done and in his own way tried to convey this to the girl lying in the soft straw of the loft. His pink puppy's tongue had lapped out and removed the stains of blood and sex from the young thighs and hair-covered pubic mound.
In her anger and frustration, Sandi had been stimulated by the soft tongue and had taken the dog's head into her hands, stroking and thanking him for the concern that he had shown. After that, they became inseparable. Even when Sandi went off to a strange city to college, her ever faithful companion, Eric, had traveled with her and took up residence with her in the tree shaded college town. They grew closer and closer, and when Sandi planned her trip to San Mateo to attend the art institute, naturally, Eric was included in those plans.
Now sitting in her compartment on the train that was taking them both toward San Mateo, Sandi stroked the massive head with affection. "Well, we're on the way and will be starting a new life tomorrow afternoon," she said to her friend.
Eric, aware of every nuance of her voice, looked up. His sharp vision confirmed what his sensitive nose had told him long before. Sandi was in a state of sexual excitement. His hypersensitive nostrils had picked up the scent of her womanhood, rich and fragrant, long before the train had stopped, and now it was getting stronger.
Sandi herself was aware of the vague feelings of tension that moved through her young body, and with knowledge born of experience, recognized them for what they were. "How 'bout it, Eric, want to get it on the ball?"
The curled tail thumped a little harder against the seat, and the wide mouth gaped open, Eric's tongue lolling out pink and wet. He had raised his head from her leg, and sat up straight on his haunches when Sandi started to rise from her seat.
Moving slowly, Sandi walked to the door of the compartment and pushed the straight bolt into place, securing the door from sudden intrusion. Turning around, she transversed the narrow length of the room to make sure that there would be no intruding eyes if the train should stop at another station. Once the green shade was securely in place, Sandi turned and looked at her faithful companion.
"You horny, Eric?" she asked as she moved to stand directly in front of the seated dog.
Bobbing his head up and down, Eric nuzzled forward, his wet nose poking at the folds of the loosely knit sweater that covered Sandi's young body. He heard the tone and inflection of her voice and had understood what she was saying. Eric didn't really understand the words, but every time that she got that certain sound in her voice, the same thing always happened, and over the years he had come to identify the sound with the action. In no case had his ears ever failed him.
"You smart boy," Sandi said and she rubbed the head of the dog affectionately as he poked the wetness of his nose into the softness of her belly. "Stay, Eric," Sandi commanded, "I'll give you a little show."
Bobbing his head up and down, Eric nuzzled forward, his wet nose poking at the folds of the loosely knit sweater that covered Sandi's young body. He heard the tone and inflection of her voice and had understood what she was saying. Eric didn't really understand the words, but every time that she got that certain sound in her voice, the same thing always happened, and over the years he had come to identify the sound with the action. In no case had his ears ever failed him.
"You smart boy," Sandi said and she rubbed the head of the dog affectionately as he poked the wetness of his nose into the softness of her belly. "Stay, Eric," Sandi commanded, "I'll give you a little show."
The large dog immediately obeyed, sitting back on his haunches and waiting patiently for the next action that was to take place. He was justifiably proud of the way that he could interpret her commands and respond to them. He and Sandi had spent a great deal of time at it when he was still young and he had never forgotten his lessons from the farm.
Lifting the bulky sweater, Sandi smiled as she unhooked the brass buckle of her wide leather belt and let it hang open around her compact waist. Deftly working her fingers, she unhooked the metal clasp at the top of her bluejeans and then pulled down the zipper. Bending over, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her pants and pushed them down over her rounded hips, and then down her shapely legs until they were bunched in a tightly compacted circle around her ankles. Pushing off her sneakers, Sandi sat on the couch and pulled her pants off, tossing them at the suitcase that was still sitting at the end of the compartment.
The cool breeze of the air conditioning hit her and sent a small shiver up the firm muscles of her legs. Ignoring the momentary discomfort, Sandi turned as she rose from the seat to look at her reflected image in the glass of the window. All she saw was the drab green of the shade, since she had forgotten that she had pulled down the window curtain to insure privacy from the possibility of prying eyes at train stations, where curious onlookers often congregated.
Somewhat discouraged because she had always enjoyed the unencumbered view of her naked flesh when she disrobed, Sandi turned back to face Eric as she pulled the bottom of the bulky knit sweater up over her head. Shaking her head to free her hair, Sandi pulled the sweater free and tossed it toward the blue pile of material that marked the spot where her pants now rested. The sweater fell in a thick clump on top of the suitcase, and then slid slowly to the floor.
Cocking his head to the side, Eric looked at the slim body of his mistress. The firm mounds of her full breasts were creased with light brown rings that puffed outward to twin points
The even line of her ribs was vaguely visible just under the skin and tapered down, encasing the well-muscled lines of her flat belly. Her loins, which he knew so well, were still covered with a filmy material which afforded only the faintest view of the sparse triangle of hair that lay hidden under the wispy fabric. Sandi's panties, however, did nothing to hide the curving roundness of her hips.
Looking at the expression on Eric's face as she undressed and revealed her body to him, Sandi felt the heat in her loins increasing despite the fact that she was practically naked. She was hot, and she knew it. Pushing at the light blue material of her panties she quickly divested herself of these encumbrances and when she tossed them after her jeans and sweater, she stood before the great dog completely nude.
"How do you like that?" she asked smilingly, letting her hands rub the smoothness of her belly.
Eric cocked his head to the other side trying to get the meaning of what she said by the tone of her voice. He raised his paw in salute to see what this action would bring.
"Dig it," she said, "How 'bout that wide tongue of yours, Eric? Give me your tongue." This was a command that the noble-looking dog understood and his breath started coming faster. He knew what was expected of him now, and he was anxiously waiting until he could respond.
Sandi, a smile on her face, sat down on the couch opposite her dog and spread her long legs. The aisleway was so narrow and the distance between the facing couches so slight that it was easy for Sandi to solidly plant her feet on the opposite couch, her soles on either side of Eric's waiting body. Sliding forward until the cheeks of her ass were on the edge of the seat, Sandi waited for her friend and rubbed the tender surfaces on the insides of her thighs. She let her fingers travel sensuously over the hair of her puffy pubic mound and then up over her belly until her hands cupped her breasts. Her fingers brushed and then gripped her nipples. Twisting the nubs of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, Sandi kneaded her tenderly exposed nipples until they were standing hard and firm away from the white mounds of her breasts. New hot blood surged with compelling force through her system, and Sandi could feel her inner organs convulse, churn, and move in preparation for the intrusion of love. Her loins rising and falling, Sandi felt the increased flow of her cuntal juices and they saturated the tight channel of her pussy and coated the outer lips at the entrance to her love well, and then spilled over to soak the thin, sparse hair that curled and glistened on the pubic mound that clefted her round thighs.
"Come, Eric, come and eat me," she gasped, her eyes closing, her head falling back against the cushion of the seat.
With a silent leap, Eric, his body now attuned to the needs of his mistress, jumped to the floor of the compartment, all his senses awake. The great tail, curled over his back, swished from side to side with Eric's excitement. Moving forward between the wide vee made by Sandi's thighs, Eric followed his long nose, the glands in his mouth secreting saliva to wet the long pink tongue. The woman smells of her were heavy and pungent, and the great dog followed them. He had done this many times before and was conditioned to respond to the sight of her naked flesh and the smell of her sexual secretions.
Sniffing at the moist slit in front of him, Eric probed with his wet nose at the lipped cleft and then let his tongue flick out in a long lapping motion that ran from Sandi's anus to the top of her cunt. The dog tasted her womanliness and let his great tongue flick out once more with more force.
"Oh Christ!" Sandi's voice exploded from her tightly clamped lips. Her head tossed from side to side against the thick cushion. "That's it. Give it to me, let me have it all. Do me, Eric, do me good," she cried in the first flush of ecstasy.
Shifting her body, Sandi slid her loins forward, attempting to push more of her cunt onto the thrusting tongue of the faithful dog who was now solidly positioned between her legs. As she moved, her knees parted to widen the gap between her thighs and allow the dog the greatest possible freedom.
Aroused now and confident he was doing what his mistress wanted, Eric thrust his long wet tongue up and down the slit that poured forth the savory juices of Sandi's womanhood. His sensitive nose was only aware of the woman smell of her sex as it poured out the scent of her desire. He lapped with long and smooth strokes, his hot breath adding to the excitement that he was providing his mistress. The scent and taste of her was having its own effect on his animal instincts and drives. The head of his long and bulbous prick was cresting pink and wet from the hairy sheath that hung tight against his tapered belly.
Relaxing in the luxury of the intense feelings of pleasure and mounting passion that flowed through her loins, Sandi tossed her head from side to side on the long seat. Her hips were rising and falling in time to Eric's lapping tongue. His touch was soft, but insistent, giving her the greatest possible pleasure. Her eyes flicked open, and she looked down the muscled slope of her half-reclining body to watch as her beloved dog let his tongue run up and down the hips of her cunt. Her outer cunt lips were swollen and filled with blood, exposing the tender inner lips which were parted, exposed to the thrusting tongue of the dog, and freeing the small bud of flesh that always gave her the greatest pleasure when rubbed either with her own finger or with Eric's great, soft tongue.
"Yes, yes, more more! Don't stop. Do me good, Eric, make me come," she cried as she watched, her eyes wide with desire and passion.
In response to her urging, Eric moved closer to the wet slit that he was licking. His tongue was now passing over the thick bud of flesh that marked her clit. He didn't know what he was doing, didn't know the sensations that his lingual caress was imparting to his mistress, but by some strange unknown animal instinct, he understood what she wanted of him and tried in his way to give it to her.
His tongue flicked out faster and his strokes became shorter, centering in the middle of the cleft that was sopping wet with her juices. His body surged forward, his mouth opening, his wide tongue working like a soft rasp against the tender tissues of his mistress.
Small explosive convulsions started boiling and ripping through Sandi's loins and she abandoned herself to the intensity of their caress. Her hands and fingers pressed against the fleshy globes of her breasts harder. Her nipples were now twin points of throbbing fire. Breathlessly, she dropped her breasts from her clutching fingers and reached for the great hand that was thrusting between her widely spread thighs.
"Shit! Oh yes; do it. Do it good, Eric make me come. I'm about there; just a little more, more, please Eric, morel"
Entwining her fingers deeply in the thick hair of Eric's head, Sandi pulled the dog closer to her thrusting hips. Pulling back her legs at the knees, she folded her body so that her knees were almost touching her shoulders. Her cunt was split wide, the petals of her cunt lips hanging open, the gap filled with the tongue of her hairy lover.
Abandoning herself to the thrills of the lapping tongue being thrust in and out of her cunt, Sandi thrashed back and forth on the narrow seat, her body pulsing and throbbing with the need of her sex. Her face was flushed, eyes tightly clamped, as she pulled Eric closer to her throbbing center and pushed her sexual slit into his gaping mouth. Small beads of sweat broke out at her hairline and trickled down her forehead as she attempted to bring herself to completion.
Responding to the urgent cries of his mistress, the big dog moved with the tug of her hands in the ruffled hair of his head and neck. A strange animal desire flooded through his system, sending urgent messages of passion to his loins. The pink-tipped head of his prick was sliding out of the hair sheath and throbbing in regular pulsations against his furred belly. Throbbing waves of heat pulsed in the very center of Sandi's crotch as Eric moved his tongue with greater force. Lines of white-hot fire streaked up her cunt from the little bud of flesh that was being pushed back and forth relentlessly. Her clit was spasming, sending out the warm waves that were bathing her loins with a fire that threatened to consume her, but toward which she gladly threw her entire being.
"Oh fuck! That's it; harder, harder, Eric, I'm about to come. Please, Eric, just a little more," she cried again in her desperate need to find fulfillment.
The dog, urged on by her words, worked his great tongue hard against her crotch. His own desire was building almost to the point of explosion, but he restrained himself because of his training. He wanted to mount her and thrust his thick member deep into her body, but would wait until he was bidden.
Waves of sensation passed up her contorted belly and over her breasts, gripping the mounds with fingers of fire. Pictures of orange-tongued flames broke before her tightly closed eyes. Softly at first, but increasing in the intensity of color, the orange that was licking at her eyelids became red, a swirling mass of red. It moved and changed as the waves of throbbing heat became more frequent and more intense. It was happening. Sandi knew in the small dark recesses of her mind that she was coming, having an orgasm. She let her entire being flow toward the fire that was consuming her body in engulfing flames.
"Yes, yes! I'm coming; I'm coming! Oh God, yes!" the cries were torn from her throat in great sighing gasps. The sounds of her orgasmic release bounced off the walls of the compartment as the wheels of the train clicked steadily onward.
Spasm after hot spasm flowed over her entire body as Eric continued to lick and slurp at the wet slit before him. A red flush spread over Sandi's breasts and the skin of her tightly stretched buttocks as she spasmed out her completion. The colors breaking before her eyes ebbed and flowed with the waves that flooded her sensation-soaked system. The reds turned blue, and then green, and back to red with each explosion sending pinpoints of fire through her brain.
As the sensations decreased with the release of her pent-up tension, the colors started to fade, taking on a more pastel tone. Slowly, Sandi returned to the reality of her surroundings. The first thing she became fully aware of was the simple round globe of the light fixture that centered itself in the middle of the ceiling. It expanded and then retracted for several moments before she could bring it into sharp focus. Turning her head, she slowly became aware of the other objects in the small compartment. Finally she was able to bring her racing mind under control and relaxed the muscles of her body. Her legs stretched out, unfolding from their compressed position against her shoulders. Sandi placed her feet against the opposite seat, and with an effort pushed herself upright, pulling back her hips and taking her still-tender sight. Her cunt began to swell and itch with the need to be filled. She felt the emptiness and resolved to relieve it.
Pushing her body off the seat, she squatted on her haunches on the floor next to the stretched out form of her faithful dog. Her hands ruffled the fur along his neck and her fingers scratched the alert ears, giving them a friendly and warm tug. Eric panted and rolled to his side. Sandi smiled as she saw his cock come into full view, pink and throbbing.
"Well, you seem to be a little short for what I want. How about a little help from mommy?" she chided lovingly as her hands stroked down the well-muscled chest and over the smooth hard belly of the animal that was her friend.
Sandi, wishing to bring to her friend the same joy that he so willingly brought to her, let her fingers curl around the sheath that held the pink shaft of Eric's prick. She stroked the underside gently, and watched in fascination as the thick member squirmed its way out of the hairy tube and into the light. In order to speed the process, she leaned over and let her tongue pass back and forth across the tip of the throbbing member.
Eric stretched his body along the length of the seat, letting his legs and paws pull taut. He started breathing faster as he felt the lingual stimulation that was being applied to his cock. His animal drives were racing full speed and his desire was mounting.
Hungrily, Sandi sucked more of the pink shaft into her mouth as it wormed its way out of the hairy covering. She had always enjoyed the taste of her dog, so animal and natural. She had never had a man, and had wondered from time to time whether they tasted as good as Eric always did. Her tongue laved at the sensitive surface that crept from the sheath, and soon she was aware that her entire mouth was filled with his meat, throbbing gently and urgently. Sucking in her cheeks, Sandi tried to draw the full member out so she could play with it as she wanted.
She could feel the swelling bulb in the middle of his shaft as it filled with blood, and knew that she would have to stop her sucking if she wanted to have Eric mount her body and fill her cunt with his throbbing cock. Once he was inside her, she knew that the bulb would continue to swell, locking them together until Eric came in that special flooding way that completely filled her pussy with his hot seed.
Reluctantly pulling her lips away from his cock, Sandi fell on her back on the floor and placed her legs on the top of the facing seats. Her knees were thrust back, her hips raised high to facilitate his entry into her young and vibrating body.
"Come," she ordered softly.
Eric, his animal mind fogged by desire, leaped from the seat he had stretched out along and bounded to the floor between Sandi's widely placed legs. His head dropped and he started licking at her cunt once more, thinking that this was the action expected of him.
"No. Come. Here!" Sandi said sharply and patted her chest.
This was a clear signal that he knew well, having been carefully and patiently trained by his mistress. He padded forward, his feet on either side of Sandi's body. He dipped his. head and affectionately licked at her face with a long slurping motion that made her giggle with delight. He knew the sound was a happy one and repeated the motion with his tongue.
"Okay, stop it," Sandi b u b b 1 e d between spasms of laughter.
Appreciating his efforts to make her happy, Sandi took the great, noble head between her hands, and stroked it while holding it away from her face. The interlude was a brief one, and her urgent need again reasserted itself in the center of her loins. Pushing her hips higher off the carpeted floor, Sandi felt the wet end of Eric's prick as it jabbed against the soft folds of her belly. Reaching down quickly with one hand, she curled her fingers around the thick pink shaft and pulled it straight, positioning it at the entrance to her open cunt. She was wet and ready.
"Come on, Eric, fuck me. Fuck mommy," she urged as she guided the cock which she held in her hand forward and into the entrance of her pussy. She squirmed and thrust her hips until she was able to lodge the tip in the very entrance of her sex. "Fuck, Eric, fuck me," she commanded and thrust herself upward still higher.
Panting, Eric felt the head of his prick meet the wetness of her cunt and slide into the opening that she was pushing hard against him. As the result of his long training with Sandi, he knew what he was now expected to do, and since it gave him great pleasure, he responded fully, lunging forward with his hips. Fully aroused, his cock was sliding out to its full and hardened length; the giant ball in its center was filling so that they would be locked together until he spurted out his come into her body.
"That's it, baby, give it to me, push, Eric, push hard," she moaned as she felt the hard cock push aside her tender tissue and invade her body to the very depths of her soul.
Sandi moved her body sensuously against the hard muscles of Eric's belly, pushing her cunt hard and tight against his throbbing prick. Her hips rotated as he slid the length of his organ in and out of the slit of love that split her body at the juncture of her thighs. Her juices were running freely, mingling with his and paving the way for his deeper and quicker intrusion into her body. Her cunt was stretched wide by the position of her legs and the thickness of his prick as he attempted in his animalistic method to penetrate her to the fullest.
Eric was stroking in and out naturally, in the manner that came most readily to him. He was responding now on his own level. He had been trained by nature to perform this action with any and all bitches that he was able to enter. That this particular orifice that his prick was plunging so readily in and out of was that of a human being made little difference to the feelings that were coursing up the length of his cock and along his hard belly. His rump was bent in an arch, his tail curled down, but not in the way. His position brought his member into the greatest possible contact with the hole that he was attempting to fill to the fullest. He felt the engorged ball in the center of his prick as it moved relentlessly in and out of the channel, but never leaving it. Panting with the effort to fuck as hard as he could, Eric, his breath now coming in hard gasps, pushed his cock as deep as he could before pulling out. His action was like a series of short hard jabs.
"Oh yeah! Hard, baby, hard as you can. Make it good for mommy," she wailed as the great dog pumped away at her body.
Thrusting her body in time to his, Sandi felt the surge and penetration of her cunt by his thick member. The great ball in its center was now swollen full and was pushing aside her inner tissues relentlessly as he labored over her prostrate body. Her legs wrapped themselves around his bowed back and she pulled and pushed trying to get more of him into her spasming cunt.
Crashing waves of heat passed up her cunt, exploded against the nub of flesh that marked her clit as that tender tissue was pulled and pushed by the in and out motion of the large knobby prick. Her belly contorted with the effort of her body to gain closer contact, to feel a deeper penetration. Her mouth hung open and slack as the great prick throbbed and jabbed its way in and out of her spasming cunt. She was in a heavenly ecstasy of feelings and sensations that covered her body with a dewy sweat. "Oh Christ! Fuck, baby, fuck," she finally gasped, her eyes clamped tightly shut in preparation for the explosion of colors that she knew would come with her orgasm.
Hearing the desperate cry of his beloved mistress, the noble beast increased his efforts. His own orgasm was getting nearer.
The rocking thrashing of her body was now aided by the motion of the train which was winding its way up a mountain gap and through a series of sharp switchbacks that tossed the cars suddenly from side to side.
Creeping up her body, Sandi could feel the searing tongues of white-hot flame that would soon break in waves over her. She sank toward the sensation, floating on the crest of the breaking waves of passion that engulfed her. Her breasts swelled with the heat of her body, filling with hot blood. Her nipples, raw and tender, pouted stiff and proud from the center of her swollen mounds. She wished that Eric would lick them with his tongue, but there was no way that she could tell him to do that. He would only be puzzled and it would spoil the whole scene.
"That's it, baby, just a little, just a little more," she urged as she jammed her hips against his hairy belly.
Harder and with greater force, Eric, at his mistress's bidding, pumped his great body against hers sending his cock deep into her. He could feel the come racing through his body and toward the hole at the head of his prick. It was started and he rammed at her cunt, the saliva dripping like a steady rain across her breasts. His tongue lolled and his breath came in short, sharp panting sounds from the depths of his chest.
Leaping before her eyes were the flames of passion and the waves of thrilling heat now undulated and pulsed over her entire body. She was in the beginning throes of her orgasm and she roared toward it with cunt-impaling jabs of her thrashing hips. As she rose on the orgiastic tide that overpowered her body, Sandi felt the first hot squirts of juice as Eric spasmed his come deep into the center of her body. His gushing orgasm sent her even higher and the heat increased at the very core of her being. He came in a steady stream, his hot juices splashing her vitals, soaking her inner organs and then running in a thick stream down the channel of her cunt and out of her wide-open hole to cover the tender lips, and fall in a slow steady stream down the crack of her ass until her anus was bathed and soaked in the thick fluid.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," was all she was capable of saying.
It seemed like an eternity before the vibrant colors that were flashing before her eyes started to subside, or the thick jet of come stopped flowing from the end of Eric's cock. The first thing Sandi was fully conscious of was the withering of the giant ball of flesh at the center of Eric's cock that had held them tightly together throughout their entire coupling. As it diminished, her beloved dog was able to slowly withdraw his withering member from her soaked cunt. He sat down, his chest heaving, tongue lolling, and then with a deep sigh, slumped to the floor and curled up, eyes closed.
"Really fucked out already!" she kidded, but not seriously.
Struggling to her feet, Sandi rubbed her sore buttocks and tried to smooth out the kinks in her legs and thighs. Looking at her crotch and the insides of her thighs she saw the ample evidence of her mating with her dog. The thick, creamy-like substance was still oozing from her pussy and sliding down her legs. She'd have to take a bath, but that thought only added to the pleasure of the afterglow of her sexual release.
Walking to the bathroom, she looked inside, and was discouraged to find that it contained only a small shower. She decided to do the best she could with what she had, pulled the curtain, and turned on the two faucets to let the water start running.
Outside the closed window of her compartment, the desert brush had given way to straight-trunked pine trees, standing a silent vigil next to the twin rails of steel that cut through the mountain passes like a giant long scar. The insistent clack of the rails was lulling and steady. The jerk and roll of the cars as they rounded tortuous curves and turns made walking the narrow companionways a treacherous undertaking for even the most sober and sure footed. But the train moved on, closing the distance between it and the brick station at the little sleepy hill town of San Mateo.
Standing under the hot spray of the shower, Sandi worked the thin bar of soap between her hands, building up a thick and foamy lather. She rubbed the softly scented soap over her shoulders, and then down her front. She took special care when she washed her breasts, turning away from the splashing water so that the soap would stick to her skin until she was ready to rinse it off.
Taking the globe of each breast in her hand, she moved the bar of soap in a small circle, starting at the outside and moving inward until she was passing the slick surface of the soap bar only across her nipple. Exulting in the slick sensuousness of the suds, she rubbed, kneaded, and fondled her breast and nipple until she was squirming fiercely in the stream of hot water.
Reluctantly she dropped the blood-filled breast from her soapy hands and turned her attention to the remaining mound. She repeated the process carefully, and then turned her body into the direct spray of the shower and let the soap run in small trickling rivers down her belly and legs.
As she rubbed the finely toned muscles of her belly, Sandi was aware of the nice warm feelings that were being transmitted to her crotch. However, she realized that this wasn't the time to get really turned on because her benefactor, Eric, was resting, and had already given her one of the best evenings that she had ever experienced. She wondered, as she idly washed her body, if a man could do the same thing for her, or whether she was condemned for life to be attracted just to Eric. It was then, as Sandi stood in the shower, the bar of soap in her hand leisurely passing up and down the parted lips of her pussy, that she realized that she would outlive Eric by many, many years. She had to face the prospect of finding a new dog after he was gone. But counting quickly, she determined that she had about twelve more years before she had to worry about that problem, and laughed at her unwarranted concern.
Dismissing the thought from her mind, Sandi returned to her own body. With one hand she held the thick, still tender lips of her cunt apart and passed the soap up and down the folded slit of her pussy. The soap, slick and wet, felt good as she rubbed its glistening surface over the still raised head of her clit. Chiding herself for being such an outright hedonist, Sandi splashed enough water into her crotch to make sure that all the soap had been thoroughly washed off, and then leaned over so that she could wash the insides of her thighs and lower legs.
Having completed this, she turned the water off and reached around the plastic shower curtain and groped for the large, thick towel that she had hung on the rack next to the door to the shower. Her hand closed over the nappy material of the towel, and she stepped out of the shower cubicle.
Stepping out of the steamy confines of the closet-like bathroom, Sandi stood in the center of the narrow, carpeted aisleway of the compartment. Wrapped in the big towel she patted her glowing pink flesh and let her mind wander over a variety of subjects-most of them sexual.
In particular, she wondered again how it would be to have a man for a lover. One group she thoroughly rejected out of hand were farmer types. She considered carefully what type of man would appeal to her, and she decided that she would probably be better off with an older, sophisticated man than she would be with a rash young lover. After all, she reasoned, an older man has more experience and could teach her all the sexual things that she was curious about, but yet would be gentle and have some regard for her feelings.
Making a clear mental note of the kind of man that she wanted, she opened her suitcase and removed a thick dressing gown. Zipping it up, she turned to the door of the compartment, pulled back the bolt and rang for the night porter to make up the bed.
As she waited, Sandi fantasized that perhaps in the town of San Mateo, filled with writers and artists, she could find one man who would fill all her needs, or at the very least most of them.
Jerked back to reality by the incessant knocking at the door, Sandi turned and pulled it open to admit the middle-aged porter in the crispy white jacket. As the man went about his duties of pulling open the bed, which during the daytime served as the long seat along one side of the compartment, and turning down the blankets and starched, white sheets, Sandi went on with her private thoughts.
When he had finished, he muttered something in Spanish, which, of course, Sandi did not understand, and hurried out of the room to take care of other travelers who were also getting ready for bed.
Snapping on the reading light next to her bed, Sandi shrugged her way out of the thick robe. She always slept naked, and wearily, but with a relaxed attitude, climbed between the sheets. She opened a book she was trying to finish, and idly let her hand trail over the side of the bed to stroke Eric's massive head. He was still curled up in the middle of the floor, and he yawned and stretched when she touched him.
Not really seeing the words on the printed page, Sandi created a picture of the man she would meet in San Mateo, or possibly even sooner, on the train perhaps. She made a mental note to take a walk through the first-class cars just to see with whom she was traveling. In particular, she wanted to get a look at that wild bunch next door who had triggered her off this evening.
With these things firmly in her mind, Sandi reached up, switched off the little light, gave Eric a final good-night pat on the head, and rolled over on her side, pulling up the covers around her shoulders.
Outside, on the other side of the drawn curtain to Sandi's compartment, the train moved by a dimly lit village. Only one person saw the passage of the train, and he looked with distaste at the flashing coaches and then pulled up his tattered blanket and shifted his back against the bricks of the station building and closed his eyes. Trains were for the rich; feet for the poor.