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Notebooks on Girl-Making by Salome E Notebook I: Close encounter Chapter 2 It was breaking dawn outside, a dim sunlight starting to paint the streets around the neighborhood, and it was quite cold. I had my clothes just hanging over my body, but I didn't stop until a few blocks away. There were nobody around anyway, a lonesome area and being so early in the morning, so I just walked on and on until I found the first open cafe about two hours later, maybe. It was just to the side of a gas station and the owner was just opening it, but as I asked a cup of tea, she just poured some hot water and tea bag and let me go to a table in a corner while she worked preparing for the day. There I sat, quite hidden, and started crying, feeling terribly stupid and confused. It has surely been the most exciting night of my life, and even worst: I liked Harry so much! I had almost fall in love with him! But I couldn't forgive him for trying to force me to dress as a girl. I had fully realised already that I was primarily gay, and I loved getting fucked, but... I was still a man... of sorts. I had been bullied all my years at school for being so skinny and... girly. They had always been cruel about my childish and hairless face, while most of my fellows started growing beards, muscle and body hair. I guess I couldn't stand that he had tried to take advantage of me in such a way... to control me like that after just having met. And to push just this "girly" buttons on my heart. I had always needed to fight this... How can he... Well, just after having fucked my ass and made me taste his sperm, it was somehow normal he couldn't consider me a "man". At least not as strong and manly as he was himself, but... It seemed he was gay, too, after all. He had picked me up and carried me home to fuck me, so he was into boys. And somehow he didn't have any gay trait or appearance. Damned! Even around his forties he was smoking hot... I felt so bad that I went out the cafe, looked for the pay phone and called a cab to the bus station. Once there I waited just about an hour and climbed the first bus back to Victoria. I crouched in a seat against the window and I tried to sleep but I couldn't even keep my eyes shut. While the road rushed beside me, snaking around the coast full of green, water and trees, I twisted my hands one against the other, then around my face, and when I was about to start biting my fingernails I discovered that I could still feel his smell on my fingers. I thought that I would have a heart attack, and then, desperately, I stood up and dragging my backpack through the bus aisle, I reached the driver and begged him to please stop and let me get down. The man said he couldn't, but I told him I was about to throw. He looked at me, hesitant, but my expression of desperation seemed to scare him, so he stopped and opened the door. I jumped down and start running back by the road. I guess the driver didn't know what to do because I heard the engine humming there where I left him, but a moment later I heard it roar and hit the road again. I couldn't tell how far I had traveled, but with my mind absolutely out of control all I could do was to quickly walk back, following the signs and trusting my instincts. The bus had traveled no little distance, for I walked almost all day long, arriving back at his town on the evening. I had just stopped to eat a sandwich and rest a short while, and I had even considered throwing my backpack to the side of the road to be able to advance faster, but I reconsidered and just dumped some weight. I was already approaching the newspaper building when I started to ask myself more seriously what I was about to do. How could I look at Harry again? Had I come back to forgive him? Could he forgive me, indeed? Most probably he would consider me a stupid kid that didn't knew what I wanted... and surely he would be right. I blamed myself for being so silly and decided to leave all this and fly away to Boston again. But instead I entered another bar, had my cup of tea, and went to the restrooms to wash my face. I brushed my hair with my fingers, brushed my teeth and carefully washed me up until I could hide the disastrous appearance I had got after such a demented trip. And then I went back to the newspaper. I didn't dare to enter the office again, so I just waited, hoping to see Harry leaving the building. I did see many people leaving in the next hour, and I started thinking that maybe he wasn't even there, but determined, I stayed put and he finally went out with another man. Harry used his keys to close the door, shutting down the building, and finally they shook hands and parted in opposite directions. Then I ran behind and called Harry. He turned back and looked at me without saying a word. I slowed down and stopped a few feet from him, trembling. "I... I just wanted... to... to... I'm sorry... I was so..." I tried to say, but whole phrases didn't want to come off my mouth. He took a step closer and muffled my lips with his hand, told me a dry "It's Ok.". He looked at me in the eye and then smiled, took my backpack, passed his arm around my waist and drove me again to his home. We walked in silence through the quiet streets and when we arrive his hand was again placed over my bum, but this time it felt nice and reassuring instead of the previous weird. As soon as we entered he closed the door, drop his keys on a dish and standing there in the entrance he grabbed my shoulders, placing me right in front of him and unzipped his pants. I blushed and shivered, but I knew that I couldn't avoid this, so I slowly knelt at his feet and struggling with his belt, I freed his growing cock and started licking it. Of course it wasn't enough for him. He grabbed my head with one hand and with the other placed his shaft right into my mouth and made me suck. And I did... and did it eagerly and craving for more, breathing noisily by my nose, shaking the skin of his cock back and forth while he moved his hips, fucking my mouth. After a few minutes, with his cock terribly hard between my lips, he pulled my head back and taking my hand, he made me stand up and follow him to the living room. There he began undressing me little by little until I stood fully naked, my small dick half-erect by this mix of arousal and confusion. "Go there to the kitchen and get yourself a glass of water. Look on the fridge for some ice for you and get a beer bottle for me. There's an opener stuck to the fridge's door," he commanded me while he turned and crossed the house to his bedroom. I could see his stiff cock poking out of his trousers while he walked and I unconsciously bit my lower lip. Then I shook my head and did as instructed, feeling strange by walking naked in a house I didn't know well. I found the kitchen, turned the light on and found the glasses, filled one from a water-cooler and looked into the fridge for the ice and the beer. After gulping the first glass of water, I refilled it and went back to the living room where we was waiting for me sitting on a couch, wearing just a robe, with something waiting for me in his hands. I gave him the beer and he gave me the clothes to me in exchange. I looked at them: silk panties, stockings and a small brassiere. "They are from my wife, who luckily is much about your body frame. But come here and let me clean you up a bit first." he told me, standing and taking a wet towel. I left the garments on a couch and stood there, letting him brush my sweat and dirty for the long ride off my body. He started at my neck, shoulders, arms. Then he went to work to my chest and back, taking special care of my buttocks, making my dick swell again. But he ignored this fact and finished bathing my legs to my feet. The process was mostly clinical, but it was a super-erotic experience for me, and I was breathing heavily as he finished. "Drink the rest of the cool water. It will help you get your stuff down so you can put the panties on easily." he said. I blushed at the idea, again feeling the weight of all the name calling throughout the years, but I realised I was way after the point of no return. I had come back to him to do whatever he asked me, so I gulped down the water and took the panties in my hand, ready to get dressed. But my penis was still too stiff and as I hesitated, he took one of the ice cubes from the glass and offered it to me, together with the towel. "Use this". I'm sure my face turned red once again, but I took the ice, carefully sliding it over my prick with almost instant effect. Once it shrunken to its usual shrimp-size, I dried the area with the towel and got the panties again, the reference to "his wife" dangling in my mind just now, as I pass my feet through the panties legs. He reclined on the couch sipping his beer while watching me raise the panties up my legs until they got to my pelvis. They were really tiny and I felt a thrill feeling the smooth satin rubbing my body. "Use your hand to flatten your clit and tuck it between your legs, then stretch the front of the panties tight," he instructed me. I couldn't help notice him referring to my cock as my "clit" but I acknowledged that this was becoming a long learning exercise. My world was turning upside-down, but I diligently did as told, and surprised myself seeing that my cock seemed to have disappeared inside this smooth underwear! Even while mostly hairless, I never imagined my groin could look like a girl's in panties. Harry told me to turn around and stretching the elastic sides of the panties he carefully adjusted the small triangle on the back over my butt, and once done, he admired it and told me "You have a really beautiful bum, girl. Looking at it in those panties makes my cock happy". And even while I was feeling so confused about the situation, I blushed proudly at his words and felt my own cock twitching under the pressure of the tight undies. Then I took the stockings before he had to direct me again, and he nodded approvingly while getting another swig to his beer. I had never dreamed about using stockings, but I had watched so many movie actresses putting them on that I instinctively figured out how to roll them on my hands and then unroll them over my legs. Not that it was a natural move, but I managed to put the nylons up and make it look almost right, without ruining them. "Well done, honey. I'll leave up to you to get a garter belt to attach them next time," he told me, and then pointed to the bra. I took it and placed it over my flat chest. It was some of those 'miracle bras' that have some padding, and it was a small size, so it didn't look so empty as I expected. Once I struggled a bit with the hooks on my back and got it locked, it seemed almost as if I had boobs. "See what a nice lady you are?" Harry told me, standing up and taking my hand to escort me back to his bedroom. The light was on, and he placed me in front of a full-length mirror, letting me admire myself in my new clothes. I really couldn't recognize me. Even while my hair was still a bit short, this clothes made evident how feminine my body looked... No wonder bad guys at school used to torment me all the time. Looking at me now I started to understand how they looked at me. No that it was just to be bullied because of that, but they were right on me looking like a girl... and... looking at me in lingerie made me think of these porn actresses I craved. How wrong... I had never found anything to wear to make me look more masculine when I tried, and more than a revelation, this started to feel like overcoming my previous blindness. It was at this moment in front of the mirror, looking at myself in this girly attire, with Harry holding my shoulders and starting to nibble my neck, when I realized this could be the real me, and I felt about to faint under the pressure of my consciousness going high-wire with the implications. What saved me from falling in shock was looking in the mirror how Harry was opening his robe and letting it fall to the floor, and I immediately felt his hard cock probing my ass-cheeks over the silk of my panties, and his hands running by my sides until reaching my bra to massage my fake boobs. I couldn't help but moaning and getting my hands up over my head to stroke his hair, looking at my own image, allowing myself to behave like one of my favorite porn stars, slightly crossing one leg over the other in a seductive pose while he fondled my body. I could feel my own cock striving to get up, but its bent back position and the tightness of the panties were taking good care of it, and in my reflection the bulge was still slightly noticeable. Slowly he sat on the bed and pulled me over his lap and got back to caressing my bra while kissing my lips, making me groan. But now I could rub his cock with my hands while he slipped his strong palms all over my thighs, belly and chest, making me shiver and sight. When he considered I was horny enough, he stood up and pushed me slowly over the bed, making me kneel over the mattress and rest my arms over the headboard. Then he crouched behind me, stretched the lower of my panties to the side and smelled my ass. "Hmmm... a good girl should be ready for this. Come on, follow me.," he said, making my face redden again. How could he expect my ass to smell good? I was ashamed, but I followed him to the bathroom, where he searched for a few things in the drawers and started explaining: "This is an enema kit. You should always have one of these handy if you want guys to fuck your ass for good." My face surely went red as a tomato, but I concentrated in understanding his instructions. It was basically a plastic bag to be filled with warm water with some special salty powder from a small flask, then a long plastic tube attached to a corner of the bag to let the water drop, ending on a plastic nozzle that I had to insert on my ass to clean it, using some lube provided also in a separate tube. He showed me how to hung the water bag from the shower to keep it high and let the water build some pressure, and then told me to seat on the toilet, lube the nozzle and put it on my ass and use a small button on the handle to let the water gush down. "You will probably make a little mess as it is your first time, so undress first, try to poop all you can, then do the whole enema two or three times, last time under the shower so you end up really clean. I will go for another beer and wait for you in bed. Take your time. Ok?" he told me. "Yes, thanks, Harry," I answered sheepishly. He took my chin in his huge hands, looked me right to my eyes and smiling but commanding, told me: "Listen. This is the challenge: when you think your asshole is clean enough, you have to stick your middle finger way inside, roll it around, take it out and smell it. If it smells, do another wash and repeat until your finger doesn't smell. Then lick it. If it tastes foul, you're not done." he concluded with a wink, before closing the door and leaving me inside. I won't bother in describing the incredible mess I did this first time with the enema kit. I silently thanked Harry for warning me to take my clothes off first, and I guess I ended up doing at least five runs on the enema before I dared to suck my finger. I was amazed to notice that it didn't tasted at all. I was happy while I put my panties again. Even while at first putting the enema nozzle in my ass had stiffened my cock a bit, the whole process had distracted me so much that I could tuck it between my legs perfectly, and I felt girly again while putting my stockings and bra. What a change from last night! I was starting to enjoy wearing this stuff, and checking carefully how I looked, to make a good impression on Harry. When I got back to the bedroom, he was there waiting for me, his cock soft but damned huge yet. I guessed I had never had a chance to see him soft with lights on. I shuddered at the sight of how manly he was. And he smiled again, took my hand and let me crawl over the deb once again, going back to my previous position against the headboard, popping my butt up for him, who quickly took the chance to fondle it. He started softly kissing and licking my buttocks while I moaned at his contact, looking back at him over my shoulders. I could feel his hot breath heating the space between my cheeks and the satin panties and it was Oh... so exciting! I closed my eyes and my whole body quivered with delight. And then I saw him hooking the sides of the panties and pulling them down slowly, licking down my crack until he reached my pucker. I let a small cry out my throat and could not watch anymore, closing my eyes, surrendering to the sensations. Then he stretched his arm and one by one took my hands back, letting my face fall over the pillow, arching my back and pushing my ass higher, while he made me grab my buttocks open for him, easing his access to my anus, which he started probing with his tongue harder and harder. It was an alien sensation for me, but my blood was boiling with desire and I decidedly pulled my globes open, inviting him to keep doing this to me, drooling over the pillow's cover. "Hmmm.. it is delicious now, my babe" he proudly announced, then spat over my asshole and started fingering it. I howled and bit the pillow as I felt his broad finger pushing and worming inside, opposing my tight sphincter until it capitulated under his pressure, letting it advance deep into me, making me yelp and straighten. My hands left my butt to support me, as my ass had now an intuitive need to gyrate around its new axis. But he didn't need me to open anymore, as he was already inside, starting to slide his finger in and out slowly at first, spitting again, lubricating his drilling work. I started moaning aloud, without control. His finger was like the biggest dildo I had tried, but it was alive, moving and searching as I had never get a dildo to perform. His pace was faster now, and he rotated his hand, turning the curve of his finger up, searching my inside with his fingertip until he found my prostate, hitting it in every thrust. I was crying by then, my dick strangely semi-hard in my panties, but leaking more and more pre-cum, making me feel at the edge while I could not come. And then a second finger went in, accelerating my breathing and whimpers, until I heard myself begging him please to fuck me. "Oh, really?" he teased. "Who do I have to fuck?" "Me... please. Fuck me, please," I answered in submission, but he had more than that in mind. "And who are you, honey? Are you my girl?" he pushed on. I hesitated a split second before begging: "Yes! Yes! I'm your girl. Please fuck me now... I need you so much!" "Hmmm... I like that, babe. You are such a lovely girl. I knew it the moment I saw you... Come here," he told me, slipping his fingers off my ass and seating back in the bed. I turned to look at him and saw his cock standing hard and I knew it was my time again. I quickly rotated and moved forward to his crotch, engulfing his cock and starting to suck him like a famished lamb, making sure to leave my pantied ass fully reachable, for him to get to play again with it. I was like a crazy vacuum on his pole, my tongue worshipping every fold and vein, my lips massaging his girth, and I was incredibly happy doing it. Even more when his spit-covered finger got again inside my rectum, pumping wild. We did this like mads until I felt my panties so wet with my precum and I knew I could keep leaking all night but I wouldn't cum without him really inside me, so I finally left his cock and looking into his deep grey eyes I begged him as he wanted: "Please, fuck your girl... please". "Sure thing, my lady. Come over me," he accepted, leaving my ass empty for a moment and going farther into the bed, bringing me on, placing me astride him. "It is all yours, baby," he told me, leaning on his elbows, letting me deal with his giant erection and my needing asshole. I knelt higher over his stomach, reaching back to hold my panties down and forward, uncovering my ass crack enough to descend over his cock head, struggling sloppily until I got it right against my pucker, then letting myself fall slowly, feeling it press my ring, loosened by his finger but still tight for all that meat. My head fell backward while I arched my back and cried in distress as the monster triumphed over my muscles and got in. Then I exhaled the remaining air of my lungs in a high-pitched groan and gravity impaled me. Then my sphincter clasped around his pole, trapping it deep inside. I felt like I can't move anymore, but he grabbed my hips and started rocking me back and forth, making his cock snake in and out of me and inch or two every time, igniting my senses once again. I could feel my limp dick moving inside the front of my panties, gushing silky juice, still unable to get hard. I tried to get my hand into my panties to jerk myself, looking for release, but as soon as he understood what I was about to do he slapped my hand, disapproving: "No way, lady! It is not polite to touch your clit while I'm fucking you. You should work harder instead..." It was enough for him to stop moving to set me in motion. Craving for cock I clasped my hands over his chest and pushing with my legs I lifted my butt a bit, feeling his hardness slip slowly half out of my ass, then fall again on him, howling like a bitch as his meat wildly filled me, hitting my G-spot and beyond. And I kept rocking on him, milking myself on his maleness, accumulating a little puddle of cream in my panties. "That's more like it, babe," he teased me. "You love cock, don't you my girl?" "Oh... Yes! Yes!" I answered while riding him non-stop. He cupped my bra, massaging my non-existent but sensible boobs with his rough hands... How could it be? I reacted with feminine gasps to his touch, and he kept treating me and talking to me as a girl. He let me ride him for awhile and in a given moment he pushed me to the side, his cock leaving my asshole with a sloppy sound, and pulled me off the bed, making me get on my knees over the carpet, placing his cock in my mouth again. I tasted the greasy juice of my own asshole mixed with lube, saliva and his precum, and while at first I thought it will be gross, the feeling of his cock in my tongue and lips was so powerful to me that I just could start sucking him with frenzy, not at all disgusted, but delighted instead. Oh, how much I loved his cock! I could not stop thinking on the incredible pleasure that cock had just given me, and I loved to give him back all my love. And kneeling down I took the chance to get one of my hands into my crotch to start rubbing my limp and damp dick, but he noticed again and pulled out from my mouth, taking a step back. "You want my cock, stop touching your clitoris, and behave!," he told me seriously. A long stream of spit extended from his cock head to my lips, and I looked at his eyes, yearning for him: "I'm sorry, Harry... I won't do it again. Please... let me suck you," I begged, worried he might just leave me there. "You want to come, don't you?" he asked looking at me. I blushed and dropping my gaze to his feet I confessed: "Yes... I feel so... horny..." "Get up and come here," he told me, pulling my right arm and pushing me back on my knees on the edge of the bed. "I will make you cum," he said, and I felt the tip of his cock searching for my hole again. It went in easier than before, with all the lube and probably because my ass was more tender. I groaned as I felt him penetrate me, placing my hands on my buttocks. I held them open, offering myself to him, and he grabbed my hips and started fucking me like crazy. I cried of agony and pleasure, feeling him pump against my sensitive sphincter, pounding my prostate heavily. A minute or two of this terrible fucking and the initial pain completely fade away, leaving only ecstasy and this powerful submission feeling. Over the noise of my rhythmic moans I could hear him telling me how much he liked my ass, what a beautiful slut I was becoming, and the mix of signals from all my senses made my dick -or rather, my clit, as it will be called from now on- start to harden inside the wet panties. Not that it was something noticeable, due to my meager size, but it became stiff and hypersensitive, and I started bucking myself buck against him, trying get even more cock inside me. A few minutes like this and I started gasping like I was about to faint. Then he just pumped even more powerful and I felt a burning sensation growing from my groin, squishing my small ball sack and getting my clit painfully hard, and then I started gushing jets of cum inside my panties, yelling aloud like crazy, my face falling on the bed sheets where I kept muffling my cries. It was such an incredible orgasm that it was like it was my first one. And really anything I had before couldn't compare with this lasting, continuous sensation that made me collapse over the bed. But in my dizziness the climax didn't subsided, and indeed was prolonged as he kept fucking me with all his weight, my body now limp and spent over the bed. I don't really know in what moment the orgasm finished, because his cock kept fucking my asshole for what seemed hours, giving me constant pleasure even while I had lost control of my body. He fucked me merciless, grabbing my shoulders, kissing my neck, whispering to my ears a mix of name calling and compliments that made me strangely happy. And just after what seemed an eternity he started groaning, then flipped himself to my side, and taking my head, he place me right over him to suck him off. I don't know how, but I had the strenght to snap my lips around his cock head and start sucking like there was no tomorrow, squeezing his pole with my small hands up and down, desperately seeking for my prize. Then, with a gorilla growl, he unloaded his balls inside my mouth, commanding me to suck and forcing me to swallow most of it, which I eagerly did. But instead of falling tired, he sent me to the kitchen to look for a beer for him and some water for me, and after drinking, he made me suck him once more, his cock getting incredibly hard again. I was tired but I couldn't resist blowing him, and as he fingered my ass, I got courageous enough to ask him to fuck me again. And he did it until almost dawn, when he finally came right inside my rectum, teaching me another pleasurable sensation. I slowly woke up in the late morning to the smell of coffee and breakfast. I got up feeling my ass ache a bit and dumber than usual, stumbling around. I managed to put one of his shirts on and followed the exquisite smell to the kitchen. He had prepared a wonderful breakfast for both, with eggs and bacon, orange juice, and what seemed at this moment the most delicious coffee I had ever tasted. We quickly devoured it and he told me that he had called the newspaper and called off for the morning, so we had a couple hours before he had to leave. Having eaten so much, we were not ready yet for more lovemaking, but Harry signaled me to crawl under the table and began sucking his cock again. He caressed my head and fed me for a long time, and then made me climb over him and sat over his cock, rubbing it between my ass cheeks until I begged on his ear to fuck my ass again. I found myself loving the way he just used and abused me like his fucktoy -as he started calling me-, especially the way he jabbed his thick cock meat up my ass, making me scream of pain and pleasure. Finally he sent me down his crotch again to suck his pole, making me taste again my own butt's juices until he splattered some of his sperm over my face, then stuffing it again in my mouth, obliging me to milk and swallow the last jets. In spite of all that rough treatment, the way he called me and the troubled sensation of abuse in my aching butt, I deeply believed that he would never do anything that really could hurt me. And I didn't have -at that time- the slightest clue about what many things he would perform to me and drive me to do. The only thing that I cared for the next week was waiting for him every day, eating and sleeping a lot, just getting out to shop for groceries or to walk a little until he came back from the paper to fuck me silly. I couldn't understand how he never got tired, as it seemed that he just had little more than a few hours of sleep every night. But I really didn't care too much. My waking time alone was mostly spent improving my girlish look for him. I purchased some lingerie on my own, and then makeup, and I started trying until I got something decent. When not alone, I just dedicated to suck his sperm -which he made me swallow by the gallon that week, as if it was a compensation for not having tasted it before- and surrender my bottom to his insatiable desire. And at the few moments that we calmed down and talked while recovering our strengths, I got to know him better and fell deeper and deeper in love with him. I confirmed that he was married indeed. Harry told me that his wife was out for a few days, and as I had to return to Boston, I planned my travel a couple days before her return. The last day I cared about leaving the house clean and tidy and erase every detail of my presence there. Then dressed again in my boy's clothes, although I was more aware now of how androgynous I looked. And of course I kept wearing panties and a bra. As a farewell Harry fucked me once again in the garage, unloading first a ball of cum inside my rectum, the second all over my pretty bra, chest and neck, without allowing me to clean myself up. And then he fucked my ass again, pumping some of his cum out and making it gush around my butt, panties and legs. Then he amazed me by quickly turning me around and ejaculating a last ream of semen inside my mouth, commanding me to taste it for about a minute before swallowing it all. Only then he left me go, with my body messy with his cum under my clothes, the acid smell reaching my nose all the time. Making me fear that somehow the rest of the people this day (the cab driver, the bus passengers, everyone at the airport) could smell it, too. It seemed as they looked at me with suspicion, making me feel embarrassed all the way home. But even then I endured it all as a sort of tribute to him. And all I really cared about was coming back to his town to spend at least a day or just an evening with him.