****** Never too Early to Learn by AlterEgo ******
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Never too Early to Learn


Part I

The first time I learned about my love for dogs was when I was twelve years
old. I am a boy, but for as long as I can remember I have preferred girls'
things. My interest in girl things was perpetuated by several babysitters. At
first, they did it out of punishment. After awhile, a couple of them realized I
preferred it and turned the tables. Instead of making me wear some of their
younger sister's things when I misbehaved, they realized that if they dressed
and treated me as a 'little girl' I would be the perfect child. However, those
stories are for another time. This is about my first doggie experience.

This time, Betsy was my babysitter. My parents being very conservative weren't
yet willing to leave me home alone, not quite yet. Nevertheless, for the most
part I had not been complaining. Are you kidding!?! Betsy however was not my
favorite babysitter. Looking back, she seemed more like a person who was not
happy with life. She seemed to get much of her enjoyment from the embarrassment
or misfortune of others. I called her Helga under my breath as she was stocky
and not the most feminine woman. She also always brought her dog, sort of a
mixed breed husky, that had a personality much like hers -- not always the most
friendly. I had learned that she knew at least one of my other babysitters. I
eventually asked that babysitter if she would talk to Betsy about being nicer
to me.

Betsy at first was like a concentration camp guard. She was quiet and no fun.
She read books and other than watching TV with me seemed to dislike anything I
did to try to be friendly, so I wasn't.

So, I learned she knew Susie my favorite babysitter. Susie was not always
available to babysit and thus I got Betsy from time to time. I ask Susie about
Betsy. I told her Betsy was not really a fun person to which Susie laughed.
That was when I asked Susie if she thought Betsy would rather I be a girl too.
Betsy also had younger sisters. I was a bright kid and figured I would cover
all the bases. I asked Susie if she would talk to Betsy. I innocently suggested
that in the worst case that maybe Betsy could borrow some stuff from Susie if
she didn't want to bring her own sister's things. Susie was a nice person and
agreed to talk to her if I was good. Boy was I! As Susie sent me to bed that
night, she said she would talk to Betsy. And, if she thought Betsy could be
persuaded, she would clue her in on my sizes and things. I went to bed a very
happy little hmmmm... girl.

It was not until Betsy had babysat twice more that things changed. It was about
an hour after my parents left that I thought things were going to be typically
boring with Betsy. I was bored and not being the most friendly, but why should
I? She was sort of yelling at me like most babysitters do to kids about being
good. As she did, she got up and said she was going out to her car to get some
things she forgot. I sat in the family room and watched TV.

When she came back into the house she said, "I understand I am actually
babysitting a 'little girl'."

As she said this, I spun around as my heart jumped into my throat. It was how
she said it. Sort of 'I know a secret' yet she was waiting to see how I
responded. I ask, "So, who have you been talking to?"

She said very flat toned, "Susie."

I responded, "Yeah, and so?"

"Well, go up to your room and put these on. Maybe you will behave better, she
said as she handed me some things I had not seen her bring into the room. We
will then see how you look."

I took the things and headed out of the room. It was then I noticed that I was
holding a red pleated and bibbed plaid skirt, a white blouse, a satin training
bra, and flowered and ruffle-trimmed white cotton panties. I changed into them
and came back to the family room.

"You make a nice 'little girl', Betsy said upon seeing me. I turned around to
show her how it looked and fit. Susie was correct in the sizes you wear. Now
sit down and we will talk about what I expect of 'little girl's'."

This was when I thought I was going to hear the 'do as your told, be nice and
all that' type of speech. However, I was surprised. Betsy actually seemed to
warm up a bit and became a more friendly person. Maybe it was having this new
power over me or maybe it was just that she relaxed a little bit about life.
Whatever if was, I liked her better. I liked her better as in 20-20 hindsight.
I never would have guessed the following.

She said Susie told her about babysitting me. At first, she thought it was
quite justifiable punishment to dress me as a girl in order to make me behave.
It however had taken her a little bit of time to get comfortable with the idea
that I liked it! She now had no problem with it. However, if I wanted it to
continue and remain a secret then I would have to do just as she said, and wear
what she gave me. I would also need to learn what it was really like to be a
girl. As she said this, she seemed to be thinking about something. She added
that some of the things were very different from being a boy. I readily agreed
though I didn't know at the time what all I was in for. [I will tell you all
about most of this in other stories; from the different outfits, panties and
bras, 'little girl' camisoles, and tights too wearing a feminine napkin.]

However, my biggest surprise that night was when she said what I was about to
learn. "This is not the only thing you will learn but it may be the most
important," she said. I want to make sure we understood each other and you
truly understand what it means to be a 'little girl'. Besides not behaving for
me, you have not been nice to my dog. So, tonight you will learn what a penis
is. She saw the look of curiosity and dread in my eyes and briefly regressed
into what I always will call 'Helga mode'. Listen 'little girl', you will do
what I say! You will find out you like what I will teach you. If you don't, you
can tell me but it may not make any difference. Now, I want you to reach down
and stroke his fur around his penis. Don't worry, I bathed him before we came
over."

I reached under the big dog and found his furry roundness. I moved my hand up
and down as she instructed. The dog wined a bit, relaxed and just sat there
panting. Though I was scared, I actually felt myself getting a hard-on in my
panties. After a bit he began to extend. I kept my hand on his fur and made
longer strokes. I felt him growing bigger and harder in my hand. At that point,
he stood up.

"It's ok. Just keep stroking him like I told you, cup your hand, squeeze, and
slide up and down his shaft in long strokes. You need to show the dog you can
be nice and will not be mean in the future. He started to drip as I kept a firm
grip. I continued to move my hands up and down. Betsy said, get your hand wet
with his pre-cum. It will not hurt you."

She went on to tell me how to coat my hand with his slick precum and run my
hand all the way up and down is penis -- even inserting a finger or two inside
what I learned was his sheath. After a while he started to look around and hump
my hand. That is when I got my biggest surprise. At least to that point.

Betsy said, "Now 'little girl', I think we understand what you like. If you
want to continue being a 'little girl' then you just listen to me. You have
been mean and now the dog needs to ejaculate his seed and relieve this tension.
You are going to be his 'little girl' dog. So, get down on your hands and knees
and I will show you how a dog does his thing. I will guide him. He will not
hurt you but you must do as I say. You will learn what 'little girl's do with
boys and dogs penis'."

I got on my hands and knees. I did not know what was next. Betsy led the dog
around behind me. As she did she said, "He is going to lean on your back. Hold
yourself in one position. She then got down along side me and raised the skirt
onto my back as the dog jumped onto me. Since you have been good so far, we are
going to leave your panties on this time as sort of a training session. From
now on, you are not only my 'little girl' but the gods 'little girl' too. So,
put your legs together and hold still."

As that point, I had been feeling the dog's penis poking against me. I had also
been wondering what was next and if she was going to pull down my panties, and
then what? Remember, I was twelve and naive. I felt her reach under and between
my legs. "Hmmm'" she said as her hand brushed my panty covered hard-on. "You
are enjoying this. That is good. Now just relax and let the dog have his fun,"
she said calmly.

I felt him jump half on top of me. His paws wrapped around my waist as she
guided his huge penis between my legs. She pushed my legs together around it.
He began to hump me. His weight on my back. His paws around my waist. His
massive penis sliding between my legs, over the panties and along my hard-on.

He pumped and pumped. I felt the panties and the inside of my thighs getting
soaking wet. After about ten minutes, any fear I had had subsided. Betsy was
coaxing the dog and ensuring me everything was all right. "Good girl, Betsy
said, now isn't this fun? Now keep in position for the dog. As I did, I
unconsciously began humping back against the dog. It felt strangely wonderful
to feel his firmness sliding along my precum soaked panties and my hard-on. I
was actually really enjoying what I was feeling.

Betsy then helped slide the end of the dog's penis inside the waistband of the
skirt and under the blouse. A few minutes later as I continued to be humped by
her dog and slide my hips into him in rhythm, I came in the panties. Betsy
noticed as my body tightened and then as I fought not to go completely limp.
Betsy helped hold me up. As she did she said, "Hold still and keep your legs
together he was going to cum. Now pump harder and hold my legs together as
tight as you can."

A moment later I felt his hot cum squirting all the way up into the blouse,
onto the bra and my stomach. Drenching me with his sticky stuff. I did not want
to let his penis go. It was then that I knew I wanted -- next time -- to have
all that cum in my panties! To feel it soaking me. To be a 'little girl' having
to wear panties soaked in his stickiness.

As she made me get cleaned up, I mentioned this to Betsy. I ask her if there
was a way to catch his cum in my panties. I said I might like that feeling. She
knew what I meant.

Betsy then had me put on another set of panties and matching floral puckered
camisole undershirt. She showed me his knot and told me what it was. In all the
times we played in the future, it never crossed my mind at that age to ever ask
if she had ever done it with the dog.

I would however have many more adventures. Including learning what cum tasted
like, wet panties, and what it was like to lose my 'little girl' virginity.


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