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.