From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!
Chapter 45: Peeper; My Neighbors are freaky

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Peeper; My Neighbors are freaky

Over the next several days the music and sunbathing continued. Every day a different bikini was on display, each as appallingly miniscule and revealing as the next.

I felt an obligation to keep an eye on the matter, but as a precaution against possible discovery, I dragged a large potted fern in front of the telescope, artfully arranging the leaves as camouflage surrounding the large lens while still affording me an unobscured view of the neighbor’s pool.

As Stephanie grew more confident of the privacy of her backyard, she would frequently slip her fingers down inside her bikini bottom, closing her eyes as she sensuously worked a delving digit into what I could only imagine was an incredibly tight, wet pussy. And while I was certainly enjoying the lewd display, I was frankly getting precious little work done due to the ongoing distraction.

About a week after it began, I heard Mikey out in my backyard, barking and raising a fuss. I glanced out the window, thinking he might have treed a squirrel. Instead I saw Stephanie, standing just beyond my yard, with Mikey racing back and forth along the fence, agitated at the intrusion.

I smiled in grumpy anticipation, confident that Mikey’s stern warning would quickly send the girl fearfully scuttling in retreat. Instead, the huge wolfhound suddenly slipped into silence, head tilted sideways with intrigue. He raised his snout, deeply sniffing. Despite his imposing bark and size, Mikey was a bit of a coward and tended to be skittish around strangers.

But something about the girl had obviously garnered his undivided attention. She waved him closer.

Mikey took a few cautious steps in her direction then bounded back in nervous retreat, launching into another tirade of alarmed barking.

But then he sniffed again and gathered his nerves, creeping closer. I assumed the girl was luring him in with the scent of some tantalizing doggy treat. Yet a closer examination through the telescope revealed her hands were empty.

I could see her talking, but the closed window muted her words. Finally Mikey summoned his courage and reached the fence, hunkered down low as Stephanie extended her delicately manicured fingers through the chain link mesh and gave him a scratch under the chin.

The huge canine burst into a frantic wriggling dance, tail wagging furiously as he lunged at the fence, vying for more attention. "Traitor", I muttered under my breath. Stephanie then turned and headed back towards the pool, her hips rolling in a hypnotic motion.

Her bikini of choice for today was high-cut, navy blue, with a narrow thong that disappeared deep into the crack of her firm little ass. Through the telescope I watched as she sauntered away, hips swiveling.

Mikey’s barks reached a frantic pitch, dismayed to see her leaving. He crouched down, muscles tensed.

The huge dog had never attempted an escape of the back yard before, so I cursed in surprise as he launched himself toward the top of the six foot high chain link barrier.

He caught the top rail with his front paws, scrambled briefly with his rear legs, and then he was up and over. Tail lashing happily at his achievement, he shot off after Stephanie.

The girl turned to greet him as she neared the pool lounge chair, her pretty face breaking into an obvious giggle as Mikey bowled into her.

She roughhoused around with him but suddenly her eyes grew wide as Mikey buried his snout between her shapely legs. Stephanie clutched at the wolfhound’s furry head, desperately trying to push the inquisitive doggy away from her bikini-clad loins. But Mikey was a powerful animal, easily outweighing her more than two-to-one. Her resistance weakened as the canine’s delving tongue slobbered all over the tiny crotch of her tight bikini bottom.

Mikey must have found just the right spot. She threw her head back with a gasp, blonde hair billowing in the summer sun. Her grasp on Mikey’s head transformed into a desperate embrace, pulling Mikey in closer, encouraging his snout deeper between her creamy thighs. Stephanie’s eyes rolled back in her head as her slender thighs began to tremble, her lips clearly uttering an urgent "oh god!" Her hips jerked and she lewdly churned her bikini-clad loins against the wolfhound’s intimately probing snout and feverishly lapping tongue.

Panting, Stephanie regained her composure, but Mikey, obviously hot on the scent of wet cunt, continued licking and probing between Stephanie’s amazing thighs. She shot a guilty glance around her yard, checking for any hint prying eyes. Then, urgently, she began to tug at the waistline of the bikini bottom, awkwardly yanking it down with one hand as she clutched Mikey’s furry head with the other.

She continued to seductively roll her hips, grinding herself onto the wolfhound’s talented tongue. Stephanie managed to work the bikini down far enough that it spanned tight, caught halfway down her thighs. Granted unrestricted access to her snug little twat, Mikey’s tail spun like a helicopter with excitement as his wet nose slipped into the silky pink folds of Stephanie’s glistening wet snatch.

His tongue delved deeper and the girl arched her back in enthusiastic response. Mikey pressed forward and she stumbled back, her drawn-down bikini bottom tangling her legs. She plunked her naked, shapely rear down onto the pool lounge chair. Sunglasses and the bottle of suntan lotion went flying, unheeded.

Given a brief of respite from Mikey’s inappropriate oral attention, Stephanie’s fingers once again hooked into the waistband of her bikini, finishing the job she started. Wriggling in a most delightful way, she quickly dragged the bikini bottom further down her legs. Mikey stood back, tail snapping to and fro in anticipation.

Freeing her right leg from the bikini, she abandoned the skimpy blue garment, leaving it tangled and forgotten around her left ankle. Stephanie slowly teasingly licked her lips and drew her extended middle finger along the inside of her right thigh, ever higher, and dragged the tip of the digit upward through the splayed and ruffled lips of her juicy pussy.

Either expertly shaved or naturally hairless, not a single pubic strand or slightest hint of razor burn marred the stunning visual image of that perfect little cunt.

Mikey surged forward as she spread her legs, eagerly pressing his snout back into her oozing vaginal wetness. The fur around his muzzle glistened, matted down with a syrupy coating of pussy juice. Stephanie’s fingers worked deep into the fur at the back of Mikey’s neck, drawing the beast in closer.

Several inches of the wolfhound’s snout were firmly embedded in the clutching embrace of the girl’s ruffled twat lips and I could see the muscular contractions in his jowls as he burrowed his thick tongue deep into her silky pink slit.

Stephanie’s back arched, her entire body quivering in a prolonged orgasmic strain. The firm muscles of her thighs and tummy rippled and her hips churned in an erotic dance. Surprised by her energetic response, Mikey backed a few steps away, streamers of vaginal fluids dripping from his jowls like a glistening spill of syrup.