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.