3 comments/ 47005 views/ 3 favorites This Makes Me Happy Ch. 01 By: Selbryth I heard a sharp gasp followed by a soft moan. The rigid thing in my mouth flexed even harder and then cum was pulsing out of it. It was warm on my tongue, thick and creamy. It didn't taste as disgusting or gross as I would've thought; more like snot. I swallowed it and it went down easy - again, like when you have a cold and don't have any tissue to blow your nose so you just snark it back and swallow. Not bad at all. More of it came out. I heard another moan, a deep inhalation, and raised my eyes to look. The tummy was flat though now it was heaving up and down shakily. I looked up further across the slender chest and saw the bottom of the chin turning this way and that. More cum spurt out. I drank it down instinctively now, not even thinking about it. I pulled my lips up the length of the still stiff organ, then pushed down again, taking the whole thing into my mouth. It was small - only five inches long and an inch thick - and it fit perfectly. I brought my hand up and gently caressed the shriveled scrotum and was amazed to find that I actually enjoyed how the balls cringed a little and moved inside there. I stroked the insides of the pale thighs with my finger tips while I kept sucking and bobbing my head slowly up and down, and the legs spread wider apart than they already were. Such soft thighs I thought to myself. Soft and shaved smooth and clean. Like the rest of him. Sensing the orgasm was over, I still spent a few moments working my mouth up and down the length of the small shaft, milking out any remaining cum. The sounds of breathing seemed to soften and slow. I looked up again and saw a smiling face beaming down at me over that hairless body. I pushed down again, enjoying the feeling of pressing my lips right down against the equally shaven and smooth crotch, then let the limp cock slip from my lips as I raised my head. Denni sat up and hugged his knees to his chest, looking so sweet and happy I felt in danger of falling in love with him. I sat up cross-legged facing him and wanted to say something but couldn't think of what. Even the term him didn't match. He (or she) was so feminine, so pretty and delicate looking, the fact that I'd just given him a blowjob seemed at odds with what I was seeing. At odds and not. His cock was so tiny it could very easily have been an enlarged clit for all I knew. Then Denni crossed his legs in front of him and sat forward, grinning from ear to ear. "...no one's ever made love to me like that..." he whispered. I smiled back into his large, warm eyes, but then once again had to look at the rest of him. So slender, so pretty. Even being 24 years old didn't change how boyish - no, girlish - he looked. From his long neck to his creamy, shapely shoulders, down his flat front to his narrow but smooth hips, and then to his pretty thighs and knees and calves and ankles. His feet were so soft and pretty, I'd spent long, exquisite moments licking them and kissing them. In fact I'd kissed and licked every part of his body during the wonderfully endless two hours before this moment. And each and every place my lips or tongue or hands had touched had brought out the most endearingly feminine responses; soft, breathy gasps, moans that caused me to look up to make sure a woman hadn't suddenly appeared before me, and squirming, writhing movements that were so completely female in nature I finally gave up trying to discern the difference. Denni was female in every way - in all ways except for that one small organ on his crotch. But even that! When he'd first undressed for me he instinctively (and quickly) tucked his cock down and back between his thighs. When he slid his g-string down all that showed was a pale and perfect V. His pubic hair was trimmed inward into its own little V - a bikini trim - with smooth pale flesh to each side, and though I knew what he'd done to hide himself, the overall effect was amazing. I was looking at a 5'7" tall, 110 pound, slinky-bodied, flat-chested woman. I went to him then, touching him, kissing his gorgeous face, running my fingers through his long, beautiful hair. It was all his and extended down to the middle of his back when he finally raised his hands behind him and let it out of its ponytail. And even that, even seeing him freeing his hair; his underarms were smooth and silky looking, and before I could think, I was kissing him there. Delicate against my lips and smelling of flowers. In moments my passion rose to a level where I could not control it and I began kissing him everywhere while he stood and simply gasped and sighed. He stretched luxuriously for me, only amplifying the impression of his femininity, but then I began to realize that it wasn't just an act and he wasn't just playing at being a girl. I kissed his shoulders and neck, kissed his nipples and delighted in the fact that they were so hard already, then went down his sleek front, depositing kisses as I went. I finally knelt before him and kissed his tummy. Even here there was only the slightest difference between male and female. The characteristic tummy contour of a woman was not present, but it didn't matter at that point. I kissed his V heard his gasp, then picked at his cutely trimmed bush with my lips before kissing his hips. I felt him shiver against me and then began kissing his thighs. It was around this point that I could no longer think or consider Denni as being he. His legs, as smooth and hairless as the rest of his beautiful body (with the exception of that tantalizingly sexy bush), made me forget entirely about this person being anything other than a woman. They were shapely, lean, and smooth in contour. Even down the shins to the ankles. I kissed every inch and by the time I reached his feet, Denni had become totally girl in my thoughts. Then I crawled around to her back side and kissed her heels and calves. I kissed behind her knees and then up the backs of her thighs. Gone was any evidence of a carefully tucked away cock and balls though! They should have been right there, facing slightly back at me, but Denni had secretly let them loose back to her front when I had gone around to her back side. Then I moved higher. Her ass was incredible. Soft and pliant but firm underneath. I spread her cheeks and pushed my nose between them, inhaling deeply. Even there she had thoughtfully applied the same pikake fragrance. It drove me wild and before I knew it was I tonguing her sweet ass, enjoying myself in a way I'd never thought possible. She leaned forward slightly, hands on knees, and gave her ass totally to me. Her back arched as she rolled her bottom back toward me and I took full advantage of the position and began to actually tongue-fuck her pretty hole. I heard gasps and sighs above and that only inspired me to explore this wonderful thing further. When the lust for this one part of her subsided both of us were breathless. I got up on my knees and kissed the small of her back and she visibly shivered all over. I kissed my way up along her spine, slowly standing as I went and finally reached the backs of her velvety shoulders and kissed them until she leaned back against me and seemed to melt against my chest, her head moving to the right, exposing the left side of her neck. I kissed her there. I kissed her ear, her neck, and her shoulder as I put my arms around her and hugged her to me. She was so warm, so soft, so pretty. I kept realizing it over and over as each moment passed and I explored and enjoyed her more and more - pretty. She was completely pretty and nothing masculine remained in her small body. My hand slid down her silken front, unconsciously moving to touch her pussy V again, but her hand was instantly - though gently - there before mine reached that area, pushing down softly and then moving away. My fingers reached down and found only the delicate flesh of her V and that arousing little tuft of pubic hair. She was so quick to keep the illusion of having no cock that I hardly noticed. When I finally finished my initial exploration of this incredibly sweet creature, I picked her easily up in my arms and placed her on the bed. I stood looking down at her for a moment, watching the way she writhed and stretched delightedly against the sheets, then sat beside her and placed a hand on her tummy. She looked at me and smiled, her eyes warm and inviting and I ran my hand down to her belly, then below. She squirmed and spread her legs for me - her left one raising and bending at the knee and I looked and saw nothing to remind me that she was anything but purely female. Somehow she had flipped her cock sideways and caught it between her left thigh and left calf. There was nothing visible but her bush and the creamy rest of her and I finally gave in and leaned that way. I began to kiss her busy gently, then ran my tongue upward to her navel. She lifted up toward me, gasping as she did. Her body was moving sinuously, arms and legs spreading, closing, feet pointing prettily with toes either clenched or spread, and I wished I were two people; one to make love to her, the other to simply sit back and watch. I kissed and licked further up her flat chest and she reached her arms back behind her head to completely spread herself open for me. I kissed her chest, her nipples, sucked them for quite some time, then tongued her underarms and her sensuously squirming sides. She said nothing to me and seemed only barely able to withhold the sounds that seemed to erupt from her every now and then. It somehow fit her quiet and retiring nature, but even so, the sounds that did come from her mouth and nose were perhaps the most exquisitely provocative I'd ever heard. Soft little open mouthed grunts and Oh's, soft, hissing gasps, deep throated - but still feminine - moans, and whispery, dreamy sighs. I went on kissing and caressing and licking her everywhere, revisiting certain spots in order to hear what further sounds might issue from her, but also to find which areas were her most sensitive. 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. It was her clit and nothing more. I sucked it, licked its underside, its tip and even ran my tongue down to its base and then down to the cringing balls before going up again and with each passing moment, with each gasp and sign, this woman became even more womanly than before. This Makes Me Happy Ch. 01 I paused after half an hour to catch my breath and sat up looking at Denni. She raised her head and smiled. Her eyes were half shut and dreamy/weary looking from all she'd gone through, but they smiled too. She then gracefully - and demurely - brought her knees together, leaned them to the side and tucked her feet down, covering her ass and the underside of her crotch. Perhaps it was an instinctive thing to cover her genitals (something that was no longer needed, but a habit), or perhaps it was simply a true female instinct to be ladylike and not just lay there with legs splayed wide open, but whatever it was, it had the effect of simply focusing my attention back on her legs again. I reached out and ran my hand softly down her leg. She gasped and her leg stiffened. I ran my hand all the way down to the top of her foot and it flexed downward delightfully. She sighed and hitched in another breath and I found it really difficult to not simply lean down there and start things all over again! I had my fingers around her ankle and it just occurred to me that right there, directly behind that gracefully down-pointing foot was the underside of her crotch. She'd probably already pulled her cock and balls upward so they wouldn't show from below, but then she stretched her lower leg toward me, the inside of the foot sliding along the bed, and exposed not a smooth, featureless crease, but the same beautiful organ I'd just been enjoying. Then she quickly pulled her foot back to cover herself up again! She was being playful with me and that said a lot. She had become so comfortable with my presence, my acceptance of her that she not only felt confident enough not to hide herself but to actually play peek a boo with me! I laughed and she giggled and even the sound of her voice was charming, soft and sweetly feminine. I leaned down and kissed the tops of both her feet since they were together and now -protecting her private place, but then pushed more firmly with my lips and got her heels to press up against her organ. She sighed in a farway tone, and I felt so happy about her finally being at ease with me I smiled against the smooth skin of her left foot. Then I pushed with my hands and pressed her heels even more firmly against the underside of her crotch and the rigid little organ that was still there pointing back at me. She still held her feet together side by side, but I finally parted them just enough to sneak my tongue between their sides and touch the tip of her cock. She gasped. Her legs went solid and tense. Her toes clenched, but I continued to push forward, parting her feet even more. Her shaft stiffened even more, to the point where its tip was protruding between her feet, and then I pursed my lips and sank them down around it. Denni twisted and turned, curling herself on the sheets as I went on sucking the tip of her cock. I know held her feet together around it because I sensed her need to splay her legs wide and wanted to prevent it. I wanted to enjoy these two most sensitive parts of her - her insteps and her cock-head - all at once. After a few moments she stopped fighting, stopped trying to get her feet away from herself and simply enjoyed - as I was - the sensation of my tongue sliding over her one foot, over the end of her cock, then over to her other instep, and then back again. Even with her knees both facing straight up now, I went on, tonguing her peek a boo cock head each time my tongue slathered from one foot to the other. I kept going, wondering if this would somehow bring her off in some private and secret way she had never before been allowed by anyone else. Then without warning, this beautiful, sexy and playful creature showed me exactly what this all meant to her. Deftly rolling onto her knees, she presented her beautiful bottom to me, but at the same time pressed her cock and balls backward between her still clenched thighs to reestablish the angle and the grip. Then she lowered her bottom all the way down until her backward aiming organ rested, top down, against the bottoms of her feet. She remained like that, showing me how much she loved having those two parts of her connected (both physically and sensually), but also showing me that what I had started, she wanted me to finish - or at least continue. I lay down on my side behind her and began instantly, licking the underside of her rigid little organ as it lay firmly against the delicate soles of her feet. The combination was incredible, and seemed to satisfy two of my yearnings as much as it did her. Her cock filled and stiffened. The head became reddish and the shaft itself became shiny from how tightly stretched the skin was over the core. Then I began to simply bathe that entire picture with my tongue, slathering saliva from the undersides of her toes, up the balls, then over the head of the cock and up its bottom seam, to the balls and then right up between her ass-cheeks, making her catch her breath and moan on each luscious trip up and back. I fully expected, from the condition of her cock and the sounds she was making, that she would spurt very soon, most likely straight back down over her toes. I wondered if I would be able to taste her cum, to lick it up and perhaps swallow it, but then knew I would. If this lovely woman's pleasure was involved, I would drink it if it was indeed offered to me. For the next twenty or so minutes I ran my tongue over this wonderful spread so to speak, enjoying the varying textures of soft toes, tender soles, delicate but firm cock and crinkly balls, to the smooth recesses between the warm and beautiful buns. Denni was literally dripping with my intent but held her place staunchly, lifting up on her hands every now and then to stretch and arch, then bending over once more, face on the pillow. But I suppose that finally the most central part of her sexual anatomy took over. She finally spread her feet and knees apart and, with one hand, kept her cock pointing back at me. She spread her legs wider and I moved in closer, taking the head, and then the rest of her cock into my mouth. It was a new experience for me. I had never had any dealings with penises before in my life and now I had one which still - at least to me - defied that description. I suppose if someone took a photo of it and showed it around it would be obvious to everyone that it was a male's organ. But as I've said before, it was everything else that made it not what it appeared. Then I resumed painting this woman's underside with my tongue again, going from sucking her protrusion to licking all the way up and over where her pussy would be, then further up to her ass-hole. I would ram my tongue in there, then move back down the other way to finally take that beautiful cock between my lips again. This went on and on until a point finally arrived where Denni made the decision to roll over onto her back, spread her legs wide again and wait for me. She was so out of breath she was wretched looking and I felt the need to bring her off and take that agony away. And then, it was just as I described above, working her organ up and down until it finally gushed into my mouth and then the pleasing and sweet way she complimented me. "...no one's ever made love to me like that..." she whispered and I was so taken by her beauty, her overall and obvious femininity that I simply sat there admiring her. But then her eyes fell to my own crotch and the thick, beet-red cock standing from it. I so needed to push it into her, to release the build up of tension and excitement which had been building ever since I first laid eyes on her in the club, and she sensed it, looked up from it into my eyes and smiled. Crawling toward me almost catlike, Denni kissed my mouth, tasting, I'm sure, the remnants of her own semen, then lowered her head to my crotch. I leaned back on my hands to watch, and a moment later I saw and felt her warm mouth slowly descending around my prick. I thought I would spurt right then and there - and it would have been great - but Denni had other plans. She lay flat on her front facing me, closed her eyes and began to run just the very tip of her tongue up and down the underside of my cock - similar to what I'd done to her. I felt myself stiffen even more, thicken incredibly and when that erotic flush subsided, I felt a familiar upward motion of something inside my dick. Denni wrapped her small hand around me and squeezed and a large drop of precum oozed out and began running down over my cock head. This she quickly and nimbly licked up with her tongue. She opened her eyes and smiled directly at me as she swallowed it. From a soft spoken, rather shy and demure little lady, she had, in that instant, turned into quite a little vixen. Denni sucked me almost to the point of ejaculation but stopped just short, I assume because she sensed it having had similar feelings and movements. She then had me lay flat on my back - propped up with pillows, which she arranged for me - and then leaned back on her hands and stretched her legs out to me. She had at some moment tucked her now limp organ between her thighs again - force of habit I knew - but habit had nothing to do with how she began to gently massage my cock with her delicate feet. I almost spurt three separate times but she always stopped right before it happened and waited for my body to calm, and then she would start again. The contrast of her pale and beautiful feet against my beet-red cock was shocking, stunning and arousing beyond belief, but she simply continued to pleasure me like that until my own needs went beyond my control. Even this she somehow sensed, and when I sat up, she rolled off the bed, padded over to the rather large day bag she'd brought - walking I might add in a sultry and provocative manner any fashion model would have envied (though still without the slightest indication that she was 'trying' to do so), came back with a tube of KY Jelly, lay on her back on the bed once more and proceeded to apply a small dollop of the lube between her ass-cheeks. With that done, she brought her knees up slightly, spread her legs and reached out to me with both hands; a big, inviting smile on her face. This Makes Me Happy Ch. 02 I went to her without pause, crouching over her braced on elbows and knees, then reached down to guide my aching prick into her ass. I couldn't help it. I couldn't hold back or simply enjoy any longer. My cock head slipped easily through her slick ring and then I pushed further and felt her opening stretch and open up around my girth. She closed her eyes, her brows lifted in the middle. She caught her breath and then grabbed her knees and pulled them up, almost to her shoulders. I pushed down up forward until half of my cock was inserted, then waited and took a breath. I looked down at her, at her lovely face and throat and shoulders, all so pale and creamy smooth they called out to be touched and caressed, then got up on my hands and looked down around me at the pretty legs that dangled loosely from the ankles that were in turn loosely forgotten due to her focus on holding her knees open for me. I glanced backward at her feet, one and then the other, then lifted my eyes across her shins and knees, then down at her crotch. Her tiny cock was right there, laying half hard now against her belly, pointing upward. Her tummy was tense and flat and beautiful - as was her flat chest. I wanted to kiss her there, to kiss her nipples, but for right now I only looked. I gazed in amazement that this beautiful creature, this woman, this smooth-bodied wonder was in reality a man. But then I wondered which reality was more important and realized that the only reality was that this woman was all woman. I pushed my cock further in until I could feel Denni's ass-cheeks against my crotch. I was all the way in her now, all the way inside her body. I felt her hole and her rectum squeezing and fluttering around me, in anticipation and pleasure no doubt, but I kept my place and didn't move. After awhile she opened her eyes quizzically at me but I only smiled and held myself deep inside her. I didn't want to move, didn't want to end this first wonderful moment. She finally realized this and smiled back at me, letting her knees go and wrapping her long legs around my sides. She hugged me with them, locking her ankles together behind me, and then stretched her arms over her head, clasped her hands and stretched her whole body luxuriously; her chest arching up, her nipples now visibly hard and her face showing a contentment that I could have gone on gazing at forever. Then a moment came when I could no longer hold back. I'd had some long, reflective moments of simply breathing, existing, but now I pulled back and shoved into her - deep. She gasped and held her breath. I pulled back and rammed in again and she grunted. Her eyes shut and she began to squirm and writhe against me, her legs pulling me into her on each stroke but also lifting her bottom up to me more closely. I pulled back and rammed in again, then reached down, grasped her bottom and pulled her up more toward me. I then took hold of her legs and got them locked under my arms to hold her up. I pulled back and shoved and she moaned softly, and then I spread my knees out wide beside and under her, let her legs go and bent down low toward her. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, at my closeness, and then we kissed. I had myself all the way inside her when we did and as we did my prick lifted up in urgent excitement, but I held still while our kiss continued. She grasped her knees again and pulled them up; I got them around and on top of my shoulders and held her like that, bent nearly in half. I kissed her calf, then went back to kissing her mouth. I went back and forth like that until we wound up both kissing her calf. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy that, but then I pulled my hips back and rammed in and her eyes rolled back. She gasped in pleasure and that sound was all I needed to continue. I pulled back and shoved in again, and then I was fucking her. I was no longer making love to her, but simply fucking her, screwing her, balling her - taking her. And as I did, she lay there enjoying every forward thrust, every backward tug. Her body moved sinuously with me, bending and folding, writhing and curling with my motions. She seemed so completely caught up with the pleasure she was feeling that her body moved automatically, instinctively, with mine. We formed a single, moving entity both of us finally breaking a real sweat and becoming glossy in the dim light. And as I fucked her, she simply became more real to me; more of a real woman that is. Her body seemed to glow, to exude femininity, even now at the height of sexual excitement. There were no accidental slips into masculine behavior - not even voice - because, as I knew, there was nothing masculine about this gorgeous creature. Even when I pulled out and started to roll her over, she responded instinctively as a woman might, nimbly rolling on her knees, spreading them wide and then leaning down low so her ass would present itself more fully to me. I reentered her and resumed pounding away again, never having noticed or thought anything male about any movement or motion she did. Fucking her this way, from behind, had its own charms. I could see her back, her shoulders, her waist and her ass, then most of her thighs. I reached down and caught a handful of her hair and ran my fingers through its silkiness as I reamed her wider and wider. Then I grabbed her hair and pulled back on it gently, raising her head and making her gasp. I was riding a horse and this was her bridle. She held her head up for me and then began to lean back toward me, arms straight in the air above her head. I put my arm around her and held her too me as my hips went mad all on their own. My lower half was rolling, thrusting and pulling, shoving my cock in and out of her ass like a plunger, but above the waist the two of us were more or less motionless, just me hugging her and running my hands down her smooth front and later her reaching back and running her fingers through my hair. I kissed her neck and she sighed. It as if there was a storm happening around us - the wet smacking of my sweaty crotch against her sweaty ass, the bed rocking and creaking, the feverish motions and hard breathing - but here, right here where I was kissing her neck and she finally turned and kissed my mouth, it was calm, warm and loving. But then I wanted to see her face-on again. I didn't want to pull out so I leaned one way, got my knee over her left calf so both her legs would be together, then held her and began rotating her entire body around my cock. She rolled herself nimbly around and ended up flat on her back again, knees drawn up to her chest so her legs would be out of the way. I was still deeply inserted and took a moment to simply stare down at her. Both her feet were side by side right in front of me while she waited for me to get comfortable again. When she saw I was she began to spread her legs out and around me like before, but I caught her ankles and held them up. I couldn't resist her legs, her feet, her toes, and as I started to lick and kiss both of them, I caught a definite sparkle in her dark eyes. There was even an extra little squeezing tremor that her anal ring gave my prick. Still feasting on her beautiful feet, I let my lower half go again and moments later I was back in the same in and out rhythm, this time being able to enjoy the sight of Denni's face and throat and collarbones, her chest and belly, and especially, her legs and feet. Then, probably because so many of these exciting things were all present at once, the burning feeling started deep inside me. I didn't try to hold it back. I felt it making a hot vein through the center of my prick as it forced up and through. My cock started its undulating, motion and a moment later I was cumming deep inside Denni's body. She felt it, sensed it and enjoyed it. She shook against me like a leaf, her legs pressing down against my chest to lift her up to me. I caught her left first toe in my mouth and sucked it back and forth furiously and then I heard her grunt. It was a different grunt, not like all the ones that came from having a big cock slamming her rectum. I looked down between her legs and there, stiff and pulsating, was her own small organ, undulating as mine was, but in thin air. A big puddle of cum was already forming on her belly, with more gushing out in thick droplets. She gasped and grunted again. I felt her ass-hole quivering and clenching around my own spurting prick but I pulled and rammed, pulled and rammed wanting to give her the utmost in pleasure. Had she been masturbating? I thought back and only remembered her hands being over her head or reaching up to me or covering her mouth as she grunted and moaned. Even now her hands were spread out straight at the ceiling as the climax continued. I grabbed them both and held them to my nose. I inhaled, wanting to smell semen on them but there was nothing. I kissed her fingers and freed her hands but she just reached for the ceiling again as her curved, tense body continued to shake. I looked down, watching semen ooze and pulsate out of her. I hadn't leaned down low enough to massage her cock between our abdomens. No, she had cum simply from having my dick so deeply up her ass. I'd heard of that but had never seen it or experienced it. There was the proof though. I was about to congratulate myself when an unexpected surge of energy or pleasure or something went through me. It made me gasp, made my deflating prick harden for just another moment, and then the feeling was gone. It was like having a dry climax I supposed and in my case, a second climax from the same ejaculation. I held myself inside her, held her legs to me and simply watched as her pleasure slowly faded. Mine did too but I as still to fascinated and in love with how beautiful Denni was, how feminine, how completely and utterly sexy. I was still gazing at her, appreciating her, when my dick finally slipped out of her. I breathed a sigh of relief and gently lowered her legs to the bed. She sighed too, and then just lay there, legs together again, breathing and enjoying the afterglow. I lay beside her and watched the puddle of semen start to drip down her sides. I reached over and dipped my finger in it, brought it to my lips and licked it off. Just as before, it was wonderful. Familiar now, but still just as creamy and thick and wonderful. Denni reached her fingers down and put them in her cum, bringing them up dripping wet. She held them up to look at, let droplets hit her chest, and then turned her head and grinned at me. "...so much..." she breathed. She seemed amazed. "I hardly ever have a second time; they usually use me and leave. But I've never had this much come out the second time." I took her hand brought it to my mouth and sucked her fingers clean. This also amazed her, but then, without blinking an eye, she grabbed my dick, squeezed it, milked it upward and caught a large glob of it on her other finger and quickly fed it into her mouth. Seeing her do that - and do it so deftly and playfully - got my just spent cock lifting again slightly. It made me think that this woman was somehow more than a woman. Her entire soul and spirit was almost overloaded and oozing with femininity to the point where such a simple, uncomplicated thing as she'd just done would have so much meaning. I finally sat forward and kissed her mouth and for a moment we shared semen between us, our tongues transferring it back and forth - my own in this case, but that was quickly enlarged in scope when I made a quick 'visit' down to her belly, lapped up a good tongue load of her cum and came back up to push it into her mouth. She started giggling and I started laughing and semen started to spurt out the sides of our mouths. It got a little messy but it really and truly brought the whole playful side of things back full. I hadn't felt that way in years upon years, having always taken sex as something so serious it wasn't to be played with. How dreary - and that's how I'd become. And now with this beautiful, playful kitten at my side, things seemed fun again. Of course I was going to seriously fuck this lady again and hopefully more than once, but for now, just hearing her laugh (which was a breakthrough apparently for herself) was enough. When we got up, we got up rather slowly. Denni, even at 24, looked a little stiff and sore, especially her legs. I'd had her bent in two and decided I wasn't going to do that anymore. But once her feet were on the floor and she lifted her arms overhead and stretched, she seemed okay. I on the other hand, a 57 year old geezer (and a rather rich one I might add), took a little longer to work the kinks out - so to speak. When I was finally able to stand straight and walk, I already had another erection and it was caused by seeing this lithe bodied little nymph stretching and turning and going about the room picking things up - naked. She seemed oblivious to the fact that her more than feminine charms were wreaking havoc with me until she turned at one point, saw my condition and came sashaying quickly over. She didn't seem to be open to suggestions and simply went directly down on her knees, opened her lovely mouth and took the entire length and breadth of my cock into her head. She began sucking me back and forth as I stood there and the combination of her pale kneeling body, contrasted with her beautiful long, dark hair waving back and forth in conjunction with her head movement simply set me off. I watched the top of her head for awhile, gazed at her glossy hair and the creamy thighs below, felt her tight, wet mouth, and in record time I was spurting. Usually it takes me twenty minutes to cum from a blowjob. This had been about five. But like I said, there was something almost overly sexual about Denni. It was like her body couldn't contain it. But it was a womanly sexuality; that was the whole thing. It was as if this inner woman (which he was), had so much sexuality that it made even his having a dick unimportant to the point where it wasn't even thought of. Even by someone like me, a trucking magnate in my own right and a 'man's man.' I smiled at that. Perhaps I was literally more a 'man's man' than my good ol boy buddies ever thought of. But then of course, Denni wasn't a man by any way shape or form. As I spurt my second load directly down his throat (he seemed able to open his throat like a sword swallower) I was again struck by how inappropriate his or him was. She kept sucking till nothing more came out, then leaned back on her heels and hands, grinning up at me like some magical elf or pixie or something. I looked down at her, since she was doing anything but trying to cover herself up, and once again saw only the pale V of her crotch and the smaller v of her bush and then her thighs and everything else. A woman, plain and simple. I reached down to her and she took my hand and sprang to her feet. "Wanna catch an early breakfast down at the ocean?" I asked her and she nodded and went to her day bag. She brought out a tee shirt and put that on, then stepped into long jeans and started to zip them up. "Uh, anything short, to show off your legs?" I asked, and she looked up at me in dismay. She shook her head. "I can pass, you know," she whispered. "Wouldn't you...prefer I dress like a man while in public with you?" Now I shook my head. "Is that what the others wanted?" I asked Denni. She simply blinked at me. "They were ashamed of being with you and never took you anywhere?" "A few times," she said wistfully. "But mostly they would just fuck me and have me leave. We never...went out anywhere." "Well do you or don't you have something short?" I asked. "Something sexy but not flashy. Normal sexy stuff, like...you're on vacation with me and we're just hanging out...informal but...you know...pretty..." Denni waited while I stumbled through my thoughts, then grinned a happy grin at me. A proud grin. "How...feminine do you want me to be?" she asked. "I'd like you to just be yourself," I said. "But I don't want you to be embarrassed to be seen with me," she said, and I raised my hands finally. "Whatever you deem fit," I said, and she gave me a smirk, took off her tee-shirt, reached down in her back and brought out a small plastic box and something in a plastic bag. She then turned demurely away from me and opened the bag and box. She was doing something in front of her, at her chest and down below, and then, still with her back turned, she went to her pile of discarded clothes from earlier in the night, she stepped into her panties and pulled them up tight. With all the lights on like they were now, I saw that the panties had a special sort of band or strap in the crotch that allowed Denni to pull his genitals up and have them completely disappear up between his legs. When he leaned over to his day bag again I noticed there wasn't even a hint of cock or balls protruding from the backside. It was perfect. Then she reached in her bag and brought out a short, sleeveless, ribbed string-strap top, put that on, then brought out a small folded piece of cloth. At least it looked small until she stood and unfolded it. It was a happily flower-printed drawstring skirt; one of those ankle length wraparound things. She put it on and tightened the string. It was so thin and beautiful it just hung straight down from her hips to the tops of her feet. She finally turned and looked up at me and swayed her hips and twisted them to show me how the thing draped. It was exactly what I'd gone on about; simple, pretty, feminine and casual. But what had been added from that little box and the plastic bag was amazing. Now small, hard points protruded from under the front of her blouse. They were falsies of some kind but not obviously so. They showed as nipples through the cloth, erect nipples, but shaped and formed like a woman's nipples - with that lovely, tiered, 'tophat' shape. Below this wonderful girl now had a very slight and subtle - but definitely feminine abdominal bulge. That had been the thing in the plastic bag; some sort of self adhesive application which perfectly matched her skin tone. The change was shocking to me. And beautiful! And she looked totally believable standing there, with little makeup and what amounted to schlepping clothes; not the fancy dancy stuff she'd worn at the club. Then she brought out a pair of rubber flip flops and stepped into them and then stood with her hands on her hips waiting for me! I hurried to dress and was out the door with her on my arm ten minutes later. Walking along the still busy main street of the resort town, I felt a strange sense of pride I hadn't felt in years. I was walking beside a beautiful young woman, obviously in her 20s, who walked and moved and gestured just as any happy young woman would. And whenever I paused to glance over at her, that is what I saw; a happy young woman who now was on one of her apparently rare 'dates' out in public, enjoying the fresh air and sights and sounds of the town. And it didn't seem she was pleased to be in drag in public and catching the eye of just about every passerby we met; it was that she seemed to feel a sense of joy that she was with someone who accepted her totally. And I did. She seemed free and happy and out from under some cloud she had lived under for years upon years; a sad, lonely story which had now ended somehow. Then some pasty skinned slob stopped us. "Pretty girl," he grinned. "Your daughter?" He winked knowingly and I winked back. Apparently he didn't know as much as he thought, and in fact had just given Denni the biggest, most sincere compliment yet. "God what a jerk!" she grumbled as we strolled on. "Is it so obvious that I'm an escort or call-girl or something?" "Yah, but there wasn't any question about you being a girl though, right?" I said, and Denni looked at me with a brow raised. This Makes Me Happy Ch. 02 "Oh yah, huh?" she said, and her smiled returned in full. We finally made it to the restaurant and got an outside table so we could watch the sunrise. We ordered coffee and breakfast and still, the illusion remained. Not a single person we met gave the beautiful woman at my side a second thought. Perhaps they had thoughts, but it was certainly not about whether she was male or female! The sun rose gloriously and that was the way I felt. I looked across the table at the hungrily eating Denni and smiled secretly. Even the direct light of the sun only brought out her feminine glow. She caught me staring at one point. "...what?" she said smiling. "Nothing," I said. "It's just...it's just that I've never...been with anyone as pretty as you..." she stopped chewing. Her eyes filled with tears and she quickly looked away to wipe them. She swallowed what she had been chewing and it was a thick, moist sound, not entirely from the food. When she finally did turn back, she had a smile on her face, but it wasn't beaming as usual, it was sedate and serious. "Thank you," she whispered, sniffling, and she reached her hand out and placed it on mine. "No one's ever made me feel this pretty before..." Though Denni was repeatedly referred to as a prostitute or call-girl, she had never, even from the first, asked for or expected any money for being with me. I could have paid her and paid her well, and I wouldn't have been disappointed if she had asked me for payment. But she worked in an exotic nightclub on alternate nights, a waitress and part time dancer on slow nights, and seemed only interested in being anywhere else for awhile. A small, short vacation of sorts, whereas mine was as long as I wished and as large as I could handle. After that first night and morning together and after I expressed my desire to see her again, she would show up either after work at night, around midnight, or early in the mornings on her days off, around 7:30. That day after our first night together happened to be a day off, so after our intimate sunrise breakfast, we strolled down the beach, holding hands and watching waves break beside us. The wind was up and her hair billowed out behind and to the side of her, like an inky flame. Her blouse clung to her, showing every contour as did her skirt. A wave came up and splashed her legs and she squealed in delight and caught the bottom of her skirt quickly up and draped it over her arm. Now her legs were bare and I relished the sight. Again she caught me staring. "...what is it now?" she asked, uncomfortably. "I was just wondering how you got to be so...feminine...." I said. "Oh, that!" she laughed above the sound of another crashing wave. "I thought it was having my legs sticking out bare like this." "Oh no," I laughed back. "They make the beach more beautiful! If you had a bikini on, it would be even better." "I have one you know," she said. "A pretty one, too. Real skimpy though. maybe too much." "I'd like to see you in it," I said. "Everybody would scream and run away!" she laughed. "But..." She quieted in voice and mood suddenly. "I'm just like this because I was born like this. I'm one of those ones that had both sets of genitals when I was born. The doctors decided which I should be and...they were wrong...." "Boy were they ever." I said. "There's absolutely nothing male about you, except for your..." "My thing," Denni said, smiling. I looked at her seriously. "Ever think of, you know..." I said. "Naw," she said. "I've gotten...used to it..." She laughed then and her voice was suddenly filled with lightness again. It had been getting a little dark up to that point. "Most of the guys I've been with though...they were, shall we say, a little disappointed..." "Huh?" "Yah, no, they take me home with them and, I dunno, they expect a log to fall out when I pull my undies down," she laughed. "Like I could hide something that huge! But they want a 'boy' and they get me instead. They want a 'gay experience' and lots of them want anal sex - from me - and well, it's like that joke, 'is it in yet?'" "Well, shit," I said. "No, that would probably be better for them," Denni said grinning. "So I bought these things on the Internet. It's a strap-on dildo basically, but it's for guys. You kinda...slip it over your thing and you wind up with an 11 inch long, 2 inch thick 'rod of iron.' I've used that several times. I think it's gross but whatever makes them happy, I suppose." "...what makes you happy?" I asked, and Denni turned and smiled at me. "This makes me happy," she said softly, and her eyes were sincere, soft. "Just walking along with you on the beach, being myself. Sex isn't really an issue. My being femme or not femme or a girl or boy or hung or not - it just isn't important right now. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd love to take you behind those rocks and blow you, but that would just be normal, it would be just me and not like anything's expected or that I have to perform on stage or in bed." I smiled at her. It was the most she'd spoken since I'd known her. She really was quite comfortable with me, but I was glad she mentioned the blowjob. At least it meant I wasn't boring. We strolled along, not having to be anywhere or do anything. The breeze coming off the ocean was invigorating; it made me feel strong, virile, but the small woman walking barefoot in the sand beside me, with her beautiful legs exposed, made me feel even more manly. I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. Yes, this made me happy too...