From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!
Chapter 48: This keeps going Freaky

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: This keeps going Freaky

Mikey’s prick swelled again and just a hint of canine cum leaked out from around the otherwise perfect pressure seal of his massive cock knot jammed up tight inside her snatch.

The hot load of doggy cum, blasted deep into her womb, breathed new life into Stephanie’s orgasmic thrashings and her enticing asshole pulsed open and closed with feverish contractions.

My telescope and camera dutifully captured every thrust, every convulsion, and every puckered blossoming of her hot little shitter as the wolfhound continued to ravish the eager girl, jetting load after steaming load of dog cum deep into the lustful fleshy folds of her pink vaginal cavern.

Eventually Stephanie’s little body could contain no more. A frothing eruption of canine cum over-pressured the seal of Mikey’s cock knot. Foaming sexual fluids boiled up out of Stephanie’s straining pussy, spilling down her inner thighs and coating her frantically puckering anus in a glistening sheen of sticky canine semen.

Finally the mismatched pair of lovers faltered into exhaustion. I zoomed the magnification out in time to see Stephanie collapse underneath the relentless wolfhound, physically, emotionally, and morally spent. Mikey managed a few more fuck thrusts, making sure every last drop of canine cum found its way deep into the far reaches of the girl’s womb.

The outline of Mikey’s fully embedded cock shaft was clearly visible underneath the trim muscles of her stomach, the buried cock shaft still pulsing with the last surging contractions of his heavy balls. The normally concave shape of her firm abdomen was slightly swollen, hinting at the massive load of cum that Mikey had erupted into her girlish depths. A tiny trickle of canine cum and pussy juice continued to seep out from around the wolfhound’s cock knot. But as of yet, his prick and knot remained fully swollen, coupling him and his feisty bitch firmly together.

I had read somewhere that I dog could stay knotted inside a cooperative twat for up to an hour. The term "cooperative" seemed to describe Stephanie when it came to enthusiastic dog fucking.

Sensing the lurid sex show was over until Mikey managed to finally extract his exhausted cock from Stephanie’s clutching vaginal embrace, I turned my attention to transferring the recorded telescope video onto my computer for some video processing. I gave a final glance through the optics to see if there were any new developments, but the girl and the wolfhound remained securely clenched together, his rigid, knotted cock still locked in the vice-like grip of her greedy pussy. Aside from a few post-orgasmic twitches, neither the canine nor the saucy blonde seemed inclined to move.

The video editing proved to be a snap. A few clips from a zoomed-out view served to capture Stephanie’s cute innocence and youthful exuberance. Then the close-in footage told the rest of the story, ending with the embarrassingly personal imagery of Stephanie’s overstuff little cunt packed to overflowing with an enormous plundering canine cock, and her snug little anus puckering back and forth in the throes of an obviously enthusiastic orgasm.

In about forty minutes I had the masterpiece complete. The stunning visual effect of Stephanie’s puckered little rectum writhing in orgasmic spasms was particularly enticing, so I copied that segment out to a separate file, zoomed in further on the intimate details and routed it over to the 60 inch high definition TV screen to play on a continuous loop, while the full video of her shameful antics ran on replay on the computer monitor nearby. On the large screen, Stephanie’s talented asshole held center stage, visually enlarged for viewing pleasure to the size of a turkey platter. I folded my arms across my chest, pleased with my efforts.

I glanced out the living room window through the telescope to check how Mikey might be faring on extracting his cock from the entrapment of that juicy little honey pot. Just as I peered out, Mikey gave a mighty yank. Stephanie’s pussy bulged, stubbornly clasped in a loving embrace around the wolfhound’s shrinking cock knot. The lips of her straining snatch blossomed outward and finally released, uncorking the softening doggy cock from Stephanie’s vaginal clutches. Her ravished pussy gaped as if she had just given birth.

An eruption of canine cum and cunt sauce foamed from her open gash, pressured out as her firm tummy finally recovered its normal shape. A broad, sticky stain spread onto the fabric of the pool lounge chair, running off one edge of the cushion and trailing shimmering streamers down onto the concrete sidewalk bordering the pool.

On unsteady, trembling legs, Stephanie rose from the lounge chair and gave Mikey a loving kiss on the top of his head. His tail wagged in response, but I could tell his normal energy had been sapped by the girl and her talented twat. She gathered up her scattered belongings -- sunglasses, suntan lotion, and the discarded bikini bottom and headed for her house. She turned and patted her hip, obviously beckoning Mikey to follow her. I chuckled. Mikey of course was ultimately loyal, and while a nice piece of ass like Stephanie might turn his head, I had every confidence that he would trot his way back to my yard, make his leap over the fence, and seek me out to tell of his adventures...

Or so I thought. At Stephanie’s pat on the hip, Mikey’s ears perked up. He glanced briefly back in the direction of my house, then happily sauntered after Stephanie. I watched, stunned and hurt as she slid open the patio door and she and Mikey disappeared into her house. Did she just...? I blinked, unable to comprehend it. Had she just used that hot pussy of hers to lure away my faithful friend? Did that little bitch just steal my dog?!?

I fumed, my mind racing at the implications. Should I call the cops... and tell them what? That my overgrown beast of a dog just had mounted and fucked the neighbor girl while I watched and did nothing? Go knock on her door and demand the return of my animal? Either option seemed like a great way to get a restraining order, or worse. I paced, my mind racing as I played out various scenarios, each of them ending badly in my imagination. I seethed, pondering and discarding one idea after the next. A frantic hour passed and I found myself no closer to a solution.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Unable to comprehend that someone would dare annoy me in this moment of crisis, I hurried to the door, my mind in a whirling tizzy. I yanked open the door, ready to send whoever darkened my doorstep on their merry way with an earful of abuse. Instead, my words faltered as I stood there in slack-jawed surprise.

"Hi Mister Patterson," Stephanie announced in a cheerful tone and angelic smile. "We haven’t met. I’m Stephanie. I live in the house behind you. Your doggy jumped over the fence, so I thought I should bring him back before he got lost."

Speechless, I awkwardly accepted her offer of a handshake. She had obviously taken a shower and was looking daisy-fresh aside from her slightly damp blonde hair, bound up in a ponytail. The blue bikini had been discarded and she was now sporting a tight pair of pink jogging shorts and a cut-off grey tee shirt the frayed bottom revealing her taut midriff and barely concealing her perky titties. Mikey surged inward through the door. The make-shift leash the petite girl had crafted from a scrap of rope offered her no control over the powerful animal and she was jerked off balance, stumbling forward as Mikey dragged her along. "Ummm... Jerry... call me Jerry," I offered, finally finding my voice as she and the canine clattered past me, into my abode.