This Makes Me Happy Ch. 01
Keywords: Ch., Makes, Happy, This, 01, Me,
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It turned out that her "entire body" was her most sensitive! Everywhere I touched or stroked or kissed brought out tense shivers from her, soft moans and gasps; her face, throat, collarbones (which in themselves were adorably prominent), her underarms, shoulders, elbows, fingers and the entire sides and front of her torso. Her left nipple seemed more sensitive than her right and I spent long moment sucking it and licking it and kissing it simply to hear and see her respond. She arched and pushed herself up to me, twisted, shuddered, and with each motion and response my own passion for her increased. But it was with her legs and feet that I found the most delight.
And all because "she" seemed to take the most delight in what I was doing to her there.
Even with my first exploration of Denni, I'd noticed how sensitive and responsive her legs and ankles and feet were, but as I leaned over her now in the bed, kissing her legs and watching how they raised and tensed and stretched so gracefully, I realized once more that it wasn't simply for show. A deep and underlying yearning was there in those pretty legs, a desire to be touched, and I could not resist answering those almost agonized "requests. " A leg would lift before me and the foot would point and I would have no option but to kiss it; to kiss its knee and shin and then slide my lips downward to the ankle. And with each brush of my lips the leg would tense and become even more beautiful. The foot would point so sexily that I would have to recourse but to kiss it, and during these moments I discovered how entirely sensitive the insteps - the tops - of her feet were.
I kissed them and Denni squirmed delightedly. I licked them and she gasped behind hands which quickly covered her mouth. Even the slightest of caresses with my fingers on those beautiful insteps caused her to jerk and writhe against the rumpled sheets. And when I began to kiss - and then to suck - her lovely toes, the reaction only seemed to increase. It was at this point where I began to hear actual words fall from Denni's open mouth. They were still mixed with the moans and sighs, but as I made love to her toes she started to pronounce "...oh....god...god, oh my...."
For this alone I remained at her feet for almost an hour without stop, leaving her toes now and then and returning to her insteps or pointing her feet upward and enjoying just her soles or the balls of her feet - and it seemed that her toes had only been the trigger for her breathless words to me. She began to speak my name, to moan it and gasp it, even when I turned her over on her front and worked my way up the backs of her legs. She grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it. Her legs scissored out widely for me and her back arched to make her ass roll up at me. Again there was no fault in the illusion; she had reached one hand down under her after she'd grabbed the pillow, and with that she had neatly pulled her genitals upward against her abdomen. All that was left was the smooth crease between her thighs; the exact spot where, had she been truly female, the swollen oval of her pussy lips would have been. As it was, with her lifting her ass at me, it really wasn't missed. And this was a request I couldn't resist. I left her creamy thighs and pressed my tongue between her cheeks again, finding her warm, fragrant pucker and pushing down into it. I noticed that her lowered hand instantly shot back up under the pillow to join the other, and she moaned loudly into the pillow as she clenched it to her face. Her cheeks tensed briefly but relaxed, and then I started to ram my tongue in and out of her, feeling her ring steadily relax and open up. She shivered all the while, her outstretched legs pressing firmly into the mattress, lifting her ass even further into the air, and I gently put my hands under her, right where her thighs join her crotch and lifted her up slightly.
There was a moment of tense silence though but it took me a moment to realize it was because my hands were so close to Denni's cock and balls. They were flattened upward against his body, but feeling my fingers so close caused her to freeze in either anticipation or fear. When my hands didn't move any further, I felt her relax. I began to tongue her a little more fervently and she resumed her total enjoyment of it; her hips rolling and pelvis undulating while her breathy gasps and groans were absorbed by the pillow.
I lost track of time after that, such was my delight with what I was doing. I only wanted to hear the wonderful sounds she made and to keep hearing them, but after another while I ended my second tonguing of her lovely ass and started to lick my way up her back.
From this particular angle (among others) there was nothing but pure female to be seen. Her shoulders were pretty in their shape and form, her back was in its own way extremely sexy, and the combination of that, her narrow waist and fabulous bottom gave me nothing but the most perfect of female visions. I kissed her up to the nape of her neck and then stopped and rolled off her. Turning her head, she smiled bashfully at me. And I use the term "bashful" in its fullest meaning. There was nothing gross or overly acted or brazen or lusty in her large eyes. There was only sweetness and warmth and appreciation - and perhaps surprise - at all I had done so far. But then I realized I hadn't gone far enough - especially not with such a look of contentment and happiness of such a lovely face! I rolled closer to her and pushed her on her side. Her hands shot instantly downward to reposition her genitals, but I ignored that and rolled her onto her back. I leaned up over her and covered her face with kisses, and then put my mouth directly on hers and began to kiss her as I knew I should have before. She responded and in moments our lips were wiping and smearing wetly back and forth against each other, our tongues were touching and playing and pushing and exploring and we were both quickly excited and breathing hard and fast, the passion at a point where nothing mattered anymore but the exact thing which was happening.
I left her mouth and kissed her throat, her shoulders, then moved her arm, the closest one, the right, above her head. I kissed her underarm and she sighed. Her head rolled back on the pillow, her spine curved up to arch her chest upward. I slid my tongue from her underarm to her right nipple and sucked it, and while Denni was gasping and writhing, I ran my right hand down her tummy to her crotch. Her thighs were clamped together, but she didn't expect me to do what I did next. Pushing my fingers between her creamy thighs, I reached down further and found the top of her cock.
"...no!" she sighed. Her body stiffened, her hands were there, trying to cover herself, but I didn't let them in where I was. I reached down further and got my fingers around her cock and pulled it gently upward. I stopped kissing her nipple and looked at her and she was gazing at me with fear painted on her face. Then I nodded and the fear seemed to melt away, and when I nodded, I felt her thighs slowly relax.
The tiny thing in my hand filled and stiffened. It grew in thickness, but not by very much. So far I hadn't seen any sign of it, though I of course knew that Denni had been born male. Finally, simply feeling the thing wasn't enough. I sat slowly up toward it and looked at it.
Like the rest of her, there was no hair on it, neither underneath, nor around its base. Every hair had been deftly shaven or waxed off leaving nothing but delicate and smooth flesh. I spread my fingers and touched the scrotum and here again not a single pubic hair touched my fingers. I gathered the balls up gently with my fingers and pulled them upward toward her front and her thighs finally spread for me. And feeling and knowing this acceptance made me feel good inside. She wasn't afraid of me, afraid of being rejected or worse. I wondered how many times she had been in this position when the discovery had made things stop or change into rejection or a beating or slapping around. She had been upfront with me from the moment she had accepted my offer to join me at my table at the club and had never tried to fool me or claim she was anything other than a male.
But now, even with this small, hairless male-ness in my hand, there was no way she could 'fool' me into thinking she was male. Nothing other than "this" in my hand spoke of anything but pure female and femininity, and the fact that I was about to do what had come to mind - a thing I'd never done in my life - still did not and could not dissuade me from my understanding of what Denni really was.
Then, with no further ado, I turned and went down on him - "her. " She bucked and shook in surprise and shock but I lay across her leg and continued to suck her tiny cock up and down. It was so exciting I could barely think, but though there was excitement from doing such a taboo thing (for me), the excitement was to a larger part from the idea that I was giving "her" - my lover - something she so needed and so deserved. I was going to bring her off finally and not simply touch her and stroke her and caress her. I was going to make her cum. I was determined in this and though the idea of having a penis in my mouth was still foreign, I knew that, somehow, it really wasn't simply that. It wasn't simply an organ that was normally associated with a man. It wasn't simply an organ at all. It was "this beautiful woman's" point of total orgasm and if it had been her toe or shoulder or earlobe it would've been the same.
Eventually I got around between her legs instead of laying crosswise over them, and Denni lost all her own inhibitions and fears. Her knees came up and bent, her legs spread wide open and she lay there in total absolute, squirming ecstasy while I went on fellating her. Each time I would look up across her flat, heaving chest, see her head tossing back and forth, see how creamy and pale and lovely her skin was and notice the smooth contours of her underarms (if she happened to have her arms over her head at the time) and the way she seemed to lift and arch as she gasped and groaned, I would be reminded of how feminine even this one part of her - the one in my mouth - was.
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Keywords: Ch., Makes, Happy, This, 01, Me,