Dickgirls Around Town: A Room for Four: Dickgirls Around Town, #5

By A. Vivian Vane

Sharing is caring…and Ellen's well-hung coworkers have a lot to share with her and her hot young lover!

It's a big night in a little hotel for Ellen, Mortonville native and secret, shameful addict to the emphatically masculine endowments of her otherwise feminine colleagues. With confession on the agenda, she sets a scene that will not only introduce her lesbian girlfriend to the concept of dickgirl sex…it will, Ellen hopes, convert her forever.

"Dickgirls Around Town: A Room for Four" is a raunchy menage-a-quatre (that's French for four, you know) with two fully female lovers and two improbably endowed "dickgirl" hermaphrodites. Full of panty-sniffing, crotch-licking, and very dirty scent play, this is one for all those readers who like their ladies dominant, well-hung, and more than a little nasty.

This work is intended for adult readers only. All characters portrayed in sexual situations are over the age of 18 and not related by blood.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. Vivian Vane
• Release date: Aug 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386470168

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Dickgirls Around Town: A Room for Four

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A. Vivian Vane

Copyright 2017 by A. Vivian Vane

Cover art copyright 2017 by Lacy Lucette

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This is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences only. All persons depicted are imaginary, and any similarities to real people, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any characters depicted in sexual situations are at least 18 years of age and not directly related by blood.

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A Room for Four

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A Room for Four

Ellen checked the clock: one minute until Leena, ever punctual, was due to arrive for their romantic evening together. Smiling, Ellen gave one last, adjusting tug on the straps of her lace-trimmed white slip. She smoothed the front of the garment with a palm, pleased by the sight of her stiff nipples tenting its thin fabric outward. Excitement—and lust-warmed blood—coursed through Ellen's veins. She wiggled her bare, painted toes excitedly on a soft, knit rug.

Even the outer room of the suite Ellen and her friends had rented for the evening was luxurious, at least by the standards of a dusty town in the middle of the American West, but it paled in comparison to the decadence awaiting behind Ellen. She had gone all-out on the night, along with Gwyneth and Riza, booking the love suite exclusively for the evening—with four names on the registry, something that had made Ellen smile, and the hotel clerk barely even bat an eye. That was Mortonville for you.

The town had a reputation, no getting away from it. Even as one of the relatively few women who made it out of Mortonville—took her high school degree off to college and made friends and relationships elsewhere—Ellen still got raised eyebrows and leading questions whenever she mentioned the old hometown. A progressive college and a handful of forward-thinking city leaders had made Mortonville one of the first places in the country to establish full legal recognition for a third biological sex, a generation or two before Ellen was born. Initially a rarity, the full-function hermaphroditic mutation brought on by hormones in the food and water supply had proved to be an aggressively dominant gene—and one that produced aggressively dominant women, endowed with male genitals as well as female. Mortonville, by opening its doors early, had attracted a wave of the first generation of dickgirls, as they quickly came to be called (and to call themselves), with demographic effects that grew more pronounced every generation.

A lesbian's paradise, in other words, if she can learn to stand a little cock in her love life, Ellen thought to herself, smiling and giving a little tweak to each of her stiffened nipples. Now, if only she could convince her girlfriend Leena of it...

Breathing more rapidly than her languid dressing preparations really merited, Ellen reassured herself with a last, quick glance in the outer room's stand-mirror, admiring everything she had to offer her lover. Pale blonde hair curved gently outward to frame her face in chin-length bangs, with the rest pulled back in a high ponytail. Light brown eyes, a little round nose, and a soft mouth that seemed at least to Ellen to be thoroughly kissable—there was plenty there for her lover Leena to like, she flattered herself. Her sheer slip clung like water to her skin, pouring down the curves of her full bosom. Ordinarily Ellen wore sturdy sports bras, or underwires of the most intimidating stiffness, but for the evening she had opted to let her hefty breasts hang free, full and soft on her chest. The slip ended at the tops of her thighs, dangling pointed little flares