House Guest; A Dickgirls Experiance

Damn it's been a while sense I've wrote something. Well anyway I figure in light of the recent website update I'll toss something back into the system.

Tues. Feb. 23 2010: 0645 (Emily’s room)

The paperback I’d been reading was beside my pillow. It was a science fiction novel about a soldier stuck in a time loop at the day of his death on the battlefield. I had my right index finger wedged into a scene about a supporting character’s origin story, a battle hardened female Valkyrie, around page one hundred and twelve. It was actual a very strong read, shame I dozed off sometime during the night. Least I could take comfort knowing I’d managed to hold my place before jumping off to the land of dreams at some unknown hour. My early morning mind still dancing with images of an endless beach, populated with smoking hot ass as far as the minds eye could see. Dancing blonds and brunettes, fiery redheads heading out for a swim...not to mention the nudity. Ah breasts danced about with glee, long legs and round hips swung around in unity.

One would not be surprised to know that my rather large sex organ was fully erect and firm. It’s mass wedged along it’s cotton prison, I could already feel a bit of stickiness against me members head. What one would be surprised to learn is my other bits were more then a bit feisty this morning, and by other bits I mean that warm wet feeling of an aroused tight pussy and firm erect nipples atop a pair of breasts. Indeed there were so many options open to dick-girls like myself for a morning wank.

Freeing my hand from my book, taking mental note of the page number, rolling from my side to my back and pulling free the ever soft comforter. Looking down my body to eye my saluting penis and firm nips. Quickly discarding the over sized t-shirt I used for PJ’s the previous night, freeing my tits to the morning air. Using my hands to dance along my sides and stomach, teasing myself as I brought them to more sensitive areas. Playing with the mounds of my B-cups, enjoying the ever growing weight they brought. My hands must have minds of their own as my fingers began to kneed and play with my nipples without even asking them to. Letting out a gasp as I began to give them more direct attention, rubbing and lightly pinching away.

A stronger need began to play around in my mind as a throbbing sensation began between my legs. My left hand left nipple duty to my right and ventured south, running my fingers against my flat stomach before giving my large mass some attention through my panties. Feeling the white hot and iron hand bulge through the fabric, lightly running up and down its length. Feeling the stickiness grow ever more, my right hand soon joined my left between my legs. Working together to pull at the hem of my panties, lifting my hips a tad to pull off the constricting clothing. Lifting my legs strait into the air with my panties wrapped around