Precocious

Chapter 6: Buddy

After her cousins left, Evie was sad. She liked Devon and Lizzie and therefore missed them. But also, she missed having sex with them, especially Devon. And she was blunt about it.

“I miss fucking,” Evie told me over dinner one evening, two days after her cousins had left. “The strappy’s nice, but it’s not the same.”

“I know, sweetie,” I said, running my fingers through her blonde hair.

But that was all I could say. I didn’t dare promise or even suggest that we might find her another boy to fuck. There were too many reasons why that could be impossible, the main ones being that the boy would have to have parents who approved, which seemed extremely unlikely, or else the boy had to have mastered the art of keeping a secret, which seemed just as unlikely.

I spent weeks thinking about how to get around that problem. At one point, I joked to myself that I needed to find a boy who couldn’t talk. Which gave me an idea. So one night, after Evie fell asleep, I got on the web, engaged every mechanism for privacy protection my laptop had, and started searching.

*** 

That Friday night, after dinner, we sat down on the sofa, and I raised the subject.

“I know you’d like to get fucked with a real cock again,” I said. “But because we have to keep it a secret, we can’t ask any boys you know to fuck you.”

Evie looked disappointed, but not desperately so. She’d probably worked that truth out for herself and had merely been hoping that I, as the all-knowing adult, would find some solution nonetheless.

“But,” I went on, “what would you think about being fucked by a dog? A boy dog, I mean?”

Evie’s blonde eyebrows lowered. “Do dogs fuck?”

“All animals fuck, sweetie,” I replied. “Dogs, cats, horses, cows, monkeys, elephants, all of them. Do you want to see a video of dogs fucking?”

Her blue eyes seemed to flash as she replied, “Uh-huh.”

In the days leading up to this conversation, I had scoured the internet for details about sex between women and dogs. I guessed that a male dog would probably fuck anything or anyone you trained him to fuck, and my research indicated that this was more or less true, so long as the dog wasn’t neutered or deeply stupid. I was lucky to find several articles written by people who had trained their male dogs to have sex on command after no more than a little warming up.

But I thought that if Evie was going to understand dog-on-woman fucking, it would probably help to show her dog-on-dog fucking first. So after Evie climbed onto my lap on the sofa, I used my tablet’s Bluetooth connection to the TV to put on a video showing dogs going at it—first a pair of huskies, then two malamutes, then a German shepherd fucking a standard poodle.

Evie was fascinated. I saw her lean forward a little whenever the camera focused on a dog’s long red cock where it went in and out of a bitch’s cunt. And the first time Evie saw a male dog thrust his knot in, she gasped.

When the video was over, I asked—unnecessarily—“Did you like that?”

Still looking half-hypnotized, Evie answered, “Uh-huh.”

“Would you like to see a dog fuck a woman?”

You don’t really know how far you have fallen into the depths of depravity until you find yourself searching for bestiality porn to show to your five-year-old. But I had done it, and I’d found so many videos of women with dogs that I had the luxury of picking from among them to find ones that showed what I knew Evie most wanted to see—not a woman more or less fucking herself with the cock of a passive dog, which was what a lot of the videos showed, but a woman getting mounted and fucked from behind.

To say that Evie was fascinated by these videos would be an understatement. I could see her big blue eyes get bigger when the first dog—who had socks on his front legs to keep his nails from scratching the woman’s broad, shapely ass—thrust into the woman’s pussy and fuck her hard and fast right from the start. When I’d watched this video the previous night, I had immediately thought of Devon and his zero-to-sixty-in-no-time approach to fucking.

I showed Evie five different videos. They were all fairly short because once each dog got his cock into a woman, it didn’t take more than a minute or so of hard pumping before the dog shot his load of cum up her. Evie had yet to experience having a male cum inside her, and I wondered whether she would enjoy it the way I did. She certainly seemed curious about the doggy-seed that dripped copiously from the pussy of one of the women after the dog’s knot went down enough for her to pull his cock out of her. (I’d included three videos in which the dog knotted the woman and two in which she reached back and stopped him, because I wanted Evie to know there were options.)

By the time we finished the last video and I turned off the TV, Evie’s pussy was so wet that I could feel it soaking through her panties. And when she turned her head to look up at me, she was breathing hard through parted lips.

“Mommy,” she gasped, “will you put on the strappy and fuck me like a doggy?”

I couldn’t refuse my little girl when she was so desperately horny. “Yes, baby. I’ll go get the strappy; you take off all your clothes.”

By the time I got out the strap-on, stripped naked, buckled the toy on, and returned to the living room, Evie not only had stripped buck naked but also had gotten down on all fours—not on the sofa, but on the rug, as though she wanted to make sure the experience would be as authentically canine as possible. The moment she heard me emerge from my bedroom, she looked back over her shoulder at me.

“Fuck me Mommy,” she panted. “Fuck me like a doggy.”

I got down on my knees behind her. But instead of grabbing her by the hips and fucking her like a boy would, I lowered my chest onto her back and put my hands on the floor just outside of hers. Then, for the sake of realism, I started doing exactly what the dogs in the videos had done: thrusting blindly, prodding Evie’s ass and thighs with the strap-on.

Thanks to the videos, Evie knew what to do. She reached back, took hold of the dildo by the base, and aimed it at her pussy. So the next time I thrust forward, it went right inside her. 

“Aaaah!” she cried, already climaxing. But I knew she wasn’t done, and I certainly wasn’t, so I started fucking her just as hard and fast as the dogs in the videos.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Evie cried, perhaps feeling overstimulated from being fucked so fast immediately after orgasm. But the sound only made me hornier. That, and the short end of the dildo pushing up into me with my every thrust, made me eager to keep up my rapid fuck-pace.

“Doggy’s…gonna…fuck you…hard…” I grunted. “And then…doggy’s…gonna…CUM!”

I thrust all the way into her and grabbed her around her chest with one arm as I shook with orgasm. My cry of ecstasy must have helped her get close to orgasm again, because after I came, it only took another fifteen seconds or so of hard fucking to make her climax a second time.

“Well,” I panted as I came down next to her on the floor, “that’s as close…to what real…dog-fucking is like…as I can get…” I took a deep, gasping breath and then asked, “Did you like it?”

“Uh-huh,” Evie breathed. “I wanna…get fucked…real hard…just…like that…”

I took a moment to catch my breath, then said, “Okay. We’ll look into getting a dog.”

***

This was easier said than done, because getting a dog that could be a sex partner as well as a pet meant having a lot of factors to consider. It would have to be an adult dog; getting a puppy would force Evie to wait months for it to be old enough to fuck. Furthermore, the dog would have to be the right size to mount Evie, and its cock had to be the right size for her, too. On top of that, the dog would have to be trainable, and probably un-neutered. And, of course, he would have to be a nice dog, the kind we would want as a pet.

With all these considerations in mind, I checked the websites of animal shelters and searched for posts on my neighborhood app from people looking for “furever homes” for dogs. It took almost three weeks, but ultimately, I found a dog that seemed to be just what we were looking for.

His name was Buddy. He was a biggish dog with a black and tan coat. According to the post on that neighborhood app, he was part coonhound and was energetic and playful. 

He didn’t have an owner, at least not anymore; when I called and spoke to the woman who had posted the ad, she said that she had been fostering him since her neighbors abruptly moved away two weeks earlier and had simply left him in the back yard. I couldn’t understand that, especially since these people, while they had never had Buddy fixed, had gone to the trouble of not only thoroughly fencing in their yard but also buying him a heated doghouse and a circulating water bowl. I asked if it was possible that the owners had simply gone away on vacation, to which the woman replied, “Only if they took all their furniture and appliances on vacation with them.”

She had waited, though, leaving Buddy in his back yard and bringing him food twice a day. After just over a week, she’d realized that nobody was coming for him, so she took him in and posted the ad. 

“I’d keep him myself,” she said when I came over—sans Evie, who was still at school—”but I’ve got my hands full with my three cats. They don’t even like other cats, let alone dogs.”

I didn’t have a lot of personal experience with dogs—my parents had never been big on pets, and as an adult I’d never lived in a building that allowed them—but in the hour I spent with him, I took a liking to Buddy. He liked to run around and play fetch, which made him fun and also showed that he was both energetic and trainable.

So, that weekend, I took Evie to meet Buddy, and she fell in love immediately. I had kind of expected that, which was why I had vetted him so thoroughly before even mentioning him to my daughter.

I won’t bore you with the details of Buddy’s first month at our house. I’ll just say that I wanted to give him time to get used to our apartment and to us, and I then wanted to train him to do normal things like sit, stay, and walk on a leash. I had no experience training dogs, but the internet and our brand-new veterinarian provided plenty of guidance.

Waiting an entire month to begin Buddy’s “other” training was a severe test of Evie’s patience. I had to placate her with plenty of “doggy play” with the strap-on and dig up more dog-on-girl videos for us to watch before and during the fucking.

In advance, I chose a specific Saturday in mid-March as the day we would start training Buddy to fuck. This was mainly to give Evie a specific date to look forward to so she wouldn’t be constantly bugging me about when we were going to begin. I made sure it was a day when we had nothing else planned. 

That day was a little like Christmas: I was only just becoming conscious of the morning sun filtering through my bedroom curtains when Evie came charging in and leaped onto my bed. Buddy, whose favorite activities included running and jumping, ran in right behind her and also jumped onto the bed.

“Hi Mommy!” Evie said.

My eyes still mostly closed, I raised one index finger and said, “Coffee…Lemme get coffee…Then we’ll do…stuff…”

Moving like a stone statue only just brought to life by some wizard’s blithely cheerful apprentice, I dragged myself out of the bed and into the bathroom, then the kitchen. Per my usual routine, I had set up the coffeemaker the night before, so all I had to do was turn it on, and two minutes later, I was sipping a steaming cup of life-giving medium roast.

I asked Evie if she wanted breakfast, and she said she’d have it later. Nonetheless, I peeled a banana and insisted that she eat half while I ate the other. Only then did we go into the living room area.

I knew from my research that there was no foreplay with dogs—they just jump on and go—so Evie would need some warmup before we tried to get Buddy to mount her. But I also knew that Evie would want Buddy to be involved in any foreplay. And I had the perfect idea.

“The first thing we should do,” I said, “is see if Buddy wants to lick our pussies.”

“Um…” Evie replied, looking away.

In a classic tone of parental suspicion, I said, “Eeevieeee…”

“I tried it already,” she confessed. “He likes to lick me there.”

I couldn’t be angry with her. Technically, I’d told her that she had to wait to fuck Buddy; I hadn’t said anything about other sexual activities. 

“In that case,” I said, “take off your clothes, lie down on the floor, and spread your legs.”

I didn’t normally order Evie around like that when it came to sex, because I was sensitive to how easy it would be for me to abuse my parental privilege. But in that situation, it somehow seemed appropriate.

In any case, it didn’t bother Evie. With her usual tornado-like speed, she threw off her nightgown, skinned off her panties, and lay down on the carpet. Then she opened her legs wide and looked eagerly at Buddy. The dog put his head between Evie’s legs, sniffing. Then, presumably enticed by the smell of her increasingly wet sex, he started licking.

“Ohhhh…” Evie moaned. “Keep doing it, Buddy…” 

Buddy licked her again and again, picking up speed until he was practically lapping her pussy. As Evie moaned and squirmed, she pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers. I could see why she was enjoying this so much; Buddy’s long, flat tongue was running over her clit with every lick.

“Ah!” she cried. “Ah! Aaaah!”

It hadn’t occurred to me to research whether male dogs do this with female ones, so I didn’t know if this was normal canine foreplay. The only reason I thought so at that moment was that Buddy’s “red rocket” was emerging from its sheath as the dog licked Evie. Soon, the dog was sporting a good seven inches of red fuck-flesh, including a knot at the base that was about the size of a squash ball.

“Looks like you two are ready to try fucking,” I said.

Cued by the videos we’d watched, I grabbed my only pair of tube socks and put them on Buddy’s front paws to keep him from accidentally scratching Evie with his nails. But when I turned to Evie to tell her that she needed to turn over onto all fours like a dog, I saw hesitancy on her face.

“What’s the matter, baby?” I asked.

“His cock is bigger than the ‘zecutive,” she replied.

It had never occurred to me that the girl who, weeks ago, had asked to try my Big Boy vibrator might be worried about size. Given everything I’d done to her with my fingers, I was pretty sure her pussy could handle it. But maybe the newness of dog-sex was making her more anxious about it, the way a child might feel about trying a new food at a stranger’s house versus at home.

“Do you want me to try it first?” I asked Evie.

I hadn’t planned to fuck Buddy myself, at least not that night. But when I saw Evie’s unease, the words just came out. Now that I’d said it, though, I found I was more interested in doing it than I had realized. Maybe watching those videos of dogs fucking grown women had convinced me without my knowing it that this grown woman wanted to try some doggy cock on for size.

“Uh-huh,” Evie replied.

She hopped up onto the sofa. I could tell from the look in her blue eyes that she was relieved that I was going first but that she was also excited to watch.

This was going to be a little tricky. Buddy wasn’t small, but I had chosen his body size with Evie in mind, not myself. How was he going to fuck me if he couldn’t mount me without his hind legs dangling on either side of my ass?

Then an idea hit me. I grabbed one of the bottom cushions off the couch—one Evie wasn’t sitting on—and put it behind me. The cover had a woven texture that would give Buddy good purchase with his hind feet. Then I spread my knees wide enough apart that my hips were on the floor and my calves were on either side of the cushion. The question now was, would Buddy know what to do?

I smacked myself on the ass a couple of times and said, “Come here, boy! Time to fuck!”

Buddy came up behind me and licked my pussy eagerly—which, I have to say, I liked very much. But it wasn’t what I was trying to make happen, so I smacked my ass again, higher this time.

“Jump up here, Buddy!” I said.

He knew what “jump” meant, because after we’d taught him to sit and stay, we’d taught him to jump up on things on command. The real purpose of that training had been to stop him from jumping up on things we didn’t want him to jump on; only now did I see that the training was useful the other way, too.

So Buddy leaped up onto my back. His red cock was hard as anything as he thrust his hips, poking my thighs and ass with it again and again as he tried to get it inside me.

Evie came up next to my ass and, before I could think to do it myself, she took hold of Buddy’s red rocket and put the head against my entrance. Buddy thrust in.

“Oh fuck!” I cried.

I was glad that watching Buddy lick Evie’s pussy and then feeling him lick mine had made me so wet, because Buddy’s style of fucking made Devon’s seem patient and controlled by comparison. Not to mention that Buddy’s cock had twice the length and girth of my little nephew’s. The dog fucked me good and hard right from the get-go, ramming his cock knot-deep into my pussy like a piston in a race car’s engine.

“Oh…Evie…” I moaned as Buddy fucked me so vigorously that I could actually feel his balls hit my clit with every thrust. “It feels…so good…”

Evie was watching avidly and fingering her pussy. Seeing her do that only made me hornier—so that when Buddy shoved his knot into my cunt and I felt his hot cum shooting up into me, I screamed “AAAAAH!” and came along with him.

Afterward, Buddy did what we’d seen other dogs do in the videos: He got off my ass and turned around to face opposite me, with his cock still knotted in my cunt. Evie was looking at the two of us with utter fascination, her face flushed with arousal. And even though I had just cum, I was getting aroused again myself at the prospect of watching Buddy fuck Evie the way he had just fucked me, which I could tell she was now eager to try.

“C’mere, baby,” I said to Evie. 

When she came over in front of me, I used one arm to pull her close and kissed her deeply, my tongue caressing the full length of hers. Then I played aggressively with one of her nipples as I spoke to her, panting.

“Baby,” I gasped. “I want to see you…get fucked by Buddy…I want to watch…him shove his cock…in your sweet little noonie…and pump you hard…”

“Yes Mommy,” Evie whimpered lustily. “I want him to fuck me.”

I continued kissing Evie and fondling her nipples, ass, and pussy until Buddy went soft enough to pull out of me. He looked like he was about to walk away, but I reached back and grabbed him by the collar.

“Put your pussy in front of his face, baby,” I said to Evie. “That should help him get hard again.”

She got down on the floor in front of Buddy and spread her legs, then used her fingers to hold her pussy open. Sure enough, Buddy put his head down and started licking her little bald cunt. Over the next few minutes, I watched his licking become more enthusiastic as his erection returned.

“Okay, sweetie,” I said to my daughter. “Just get down on all fours on the floor. Now that he’s had some practice, Buddy will probably know what to do.”

I hoped so, anyway. But at least I wasn’t worried about Buddy being ready to fuck again: His red cock was already back to full stiffness, the thick knot at the base bulging.

Evie got down on her hands and knees on the rug. Buddy went around behind her, sniffing her bald pussy for a moment before he jumped up onto her back and again started thrusting blindly. Remembering what Evie had done for me, I took hold of his cock by the knot and aimed him at his target.

Buddy’s conical cockhead plunged into Evie’s bald pussy. Evie gasped, and her eyes opened wide, making me fear that he’d hurt her. But then she moaned loudly, and I realized that she was just incredibly excited to have a real cock inside her again. And when Buddy began fucking her every bit as hard and fast as he’d fucked me, her excitement grew even greater.

Just like when I had doggy-fucked her with the strap-on, Evie began to grunt “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” as Buddy pounded her hairless pussy. Then Buddy shoved his knot into her and Evie screamed “AAAAAAAAH!” and I knew she was in pain but that she was cumming too because Buddy was shooting his hot cum way up inside her and she hadn’t known until that moment how good that would feel.

Evie being much smaller than me, Buddy had no trouble dismounting her to face the other way. Now, Evie was stuck there on all fours with Buddy’s knot stretching her pussy open wider than just about anything I’d ever put inside her. She looked up at me.

“It’s big, Mommy,” she whimpered.

“I know, sweetie,” I replied. “But this is what dogs do. Did you like it?”

“Uh- Uh-huh.”

I wasn’t surprised. Evie loved fucking so much that I’m sure she felt it was worth the pain. 

When Buddy’s knot went down, he got off of her and went to his bed to lie down, making it clear that we’d had all the fun we were going to have with him that night.

I wasn’t done, though; watching Evie get fucked by a dog had ramped up my horniness again. So I took Evie to my bedroom and finger-fucked her dog-cum-lubricated pussy until she screamed in orgasm. And then, as a special treat for her and because I was horny as all hell, I got out my Big Boy vibrator and let Evie shove it deep into my pussy as many times as it took to make me cum—twice.

So that’s how our sex life with Buddy began. And for the next half-year, although I still had idle thoughts about finding a human male sex partner for Evie (and maybe for me, too), I generally thought that the three of us was all we would ever need, or want.

But then, at the end of that summer, everything changed.