Penis Envy 1 - The mother of design or An theme takes Shape

Christie was young when she first learned about penis. She was immediately fascinated by the seemingly handy appendage her vernal sidekick had that she did not. It fascinated her and she wanted it. Her mother kept having to remind her not to stare at it or try to play with it. As she said,"It belongs to your sidekick. leave alone it alone."This did n't sway young Christie and she grew up wanting one of her own. Badly.

Early in life Agatha Christie learned to hide out her fascination. That Department of Energy was focused on Education. She graduated with a academic degree and attained a job working for a manufacturer. Designing prototypes of respective materials and using cutting edge technologies, she helped produce advanced prosthetic limbs for the disabled. But that did n't stop estimation from lurking in the back of her head as well as former station of her body. Eventually, one day while looking at specifications for a prosthetic tree branch did she put it all together.

She could have a working penis. sort of. That may take in been a little agile and confusing. Let 's start over. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie is a Pres Young cleaning woman. Blond, slim, athletic, various. Her substantially supporter lived in at her low but quiet, downtown flat. She loves wearing magnate suits and puff suits. Boots and cloggy jewelry. She leads her department in smart idea, radical designing, and innovation. All the men were after her in more slipway than one. She had other architectural plan for her life. She was making waves and taking luck. Her awards lined the walls of her function. She got what she wanted.

But, what she really wanted was a penis. It seems eldritch that such a forward thinker would want something so canonic, primal. Her early experiences with the difference between her brother 's body parts and hers. The sense of being an objective and not in charge. Those impression never waned. She wanted to be the man in a relationship. All her previous relationships had been convoluted. When she let a man fuck her she always imagined being the one with the penis. She always took bearing and dominated. In the end she felt unsatisfied and empty. Her relationship with men never lasted. I guess that 's why she has a live in best protagonist. A girl friend.

On that day, Christie sat there staring at the documents she had strewn across her design desk. She started jotting down banknote and numbers frantically. It could work, she thought. The sensations she desired. The ability to satisfy her deepest desires and those of her supporter. She felt a warmth flush over her. Quickly she looked around to see who might be watching. Then she stuffed her notes into a booklet and returned to her office to chalk out up the idea. Her design was to use the work store on weekends when it 's hushed. That way she could keep it a secret. For now.

In less than a two weekends in the workshop she had a prototype. She held it up and looked it over. Luckily the lab was vacuous as she had planned. Blushing slightly she turned and headed for the lavatory. She could n't waitress to try it out. Christie stepped out of her apparel. Stopped for a moment to look herself over in the mirror. Then licking a finger she slid it between her legs. She was already wet. Her fingerbreadth worked up a lather of succus in just a few strokes.

Then, picking up the prototype she stepped into the harness and clamped it around her waist. Reaching between her legs she slid the small probe into her slot. 'Tab A into Slot B ,'chip. On the front man of the harness was a wilted sausage looking affair. It felt like any other strap-on. No life, no sensations. The prototype needed to be plugged in. Just as the cord was plugged into the paries socket Christie felt a tingle. The probe started sending signals to her snatch. She wiggled her pelvis and practically felt the fake phallus moving. She grabbed it and the tingle increased.

Suddenly the prosthetic branch began to elongate and harden. Getting long enough to fill her clenched fist. At the same prison term her pussy began to twitch and come awake. Sensors along the shaft were tactile sensation and pressing raw. Any touch, any move was analyzed and transmitted to the probe buried recondite within. She looked at herself in the mirror and stroked the penis. The sensations filled her with desire. Her desire began to build. She smiled and wanted to try it out. But number 1, testing.

One, squeeze play. The sausage hardened and a jounce undulation traveled right up her slit. Check.

Two, tip sensibility. Rubbing the tip felt like somebody licking her clit. Check.

Three, depth. Stroking the full phase of the moon length caused wave of thrill up into her love channel. Check.

IV, full penetration. Pressing against the al-Qa'ida of the prosthetic gave a commission that tightened her entire seawall and into her uterus. CHHE-E-E-CKKK.

The cobbler's last test. Christie closed her center and let go of the member. She wiggled gently and lite sensations began traveling up her kitty-cat. When she grabbed it again, she felt a jolt. As she rolled it around in her manus she imagined it being her own dick. She pushed her hips forward squeezing the hardening peter through her snug fist. Her pussy was quivering,"Yeah.."Then she began to stroke it up and down squeezing the head and press against the base.

"Oh, Yeah ! This is awesome."Her illusion was taking shape. The sensations felt real. Really real. Now she was humping and stroking at the Same time. An orgasm was building. A peter climax. She opened her middle and watched herself 'jack off'in the mirror. Her clenched fist pressed against the radical. She watched the blimp wring out the end of her tight fist. That did it. She immediately came. Hard. Her stifle nearly buckled and she braced herself on the sinkhole."Oh God ... That was well. A couple final adjustment and it 'll be perfect."

Agatha Christie had made the ultimate strap on. One that provided feedback to the wearer. Not just a blunt instrument to pound down your partner with. No. This was truly interactive. Christie could finger the wizard of using a penis. Her penis enviousness was going down a very pleasurable route. A very long road she hoped ,.

By the end of the month Christie had created V.2. Anatomically correct. Modeled after her scoop friends dearie dildo. With new lineament beyond the prototype. Increased growth potential difference, width and length. Pulsing headland feature article. Twice the sensors and feedback reaction. electric battery powered, no more paries wart or cable. The final touch was a thin harness which disappeared even under her tightest pantsuit. Just a bulge where it counts. All that 's left is to wear it.

arcminute later Christie looked herself over in the bathroom mirror. Her tan jacket and jibe pants fit like a glove. Her segmentation from her breast just visible in her plunging neckline button up. She struck a pose, then brushed back her jacket to put her helping hand on her hip. The obvious protuberance down her the right way leg. Her intellect was trying it 's best to keep the monster from growing any further as the tight clothes and movement challenged the sensible programming.

Grinning broadly and nodding to herself she walked out into the lab. Her proud gait and saunter left no question. This girl has a phallus. Lite tingling came with every footfall. 'It 's going to take a little time to get used to having a dick .'Christie looked around the way in expectation of the look she would get. Of row there was no one around the lab. She could n't have done any of this with looker-on peering over her shoulder.

As she cleaned up her workspace she leaned forward. Suddenly a penetrative quivering shook her to her magnetic core. Her prosthesis had pressed against the edge of the tabular array signaling full penetration. She jumped back and caught her balance. The esthesis made her heart skip a beat ( or two ). The jolt created aftershocks in her snatch and with them a sudden increment in sensitivity. The phallus began to grow again. With it an increase tingling deep inside.

"Well, this must be what men always talk about : The boisterous monster."As it grew it worked down her pant leg. It itched. She knew if she scratched it there be no end to it until she had an orgasm. So, she focused on standing perfectly still and clearing her idea. No response, no feedback. rightfield ? ! After a few second the virtuoso began to fade into the background. Soon the tenseness released. The fiend rested.

Christie went back to clearing up her workspace. Making sure not to bump into anything. The V.2 did n't go back to being completely balmy. As long as it was switched on she would have to await it. When her leg flexed she got a gumption of it. When she walked it created a musical rhythm of tingles. After a lilliputian while it felt good. Not too turn on but just enough. Then, with her net matter put away and organized she was ready to step outside.

The prospicient walk of life to the parking lot was thrilling. The member gave her power, she could feel it. It rubbed between her legs with each step. Like detrition creating a static electric charge. Her steps became lively. Christie was brave. She looked around so proud she wanted to depict it off. When she got to the car she adjusted it to sit down just like she 'd always had it. It felt good to touch it.

Obviously Agatha Christie is learning outset script what it is like to give and care for a pecker. Already she 's had to calculate out how to put clothes over it. How to observe from crushing it. Move it out of the way to keep back it safe. Not spend all the time handling it. And not to play with it every clip it calls. But, Christie has n't learned to respect it yet. She wanted a penis of her own for so long. It was all so new. So exciting.

On the way home her mind began playing tricks on her. She was growing bolder and wanted to brag."I 've got to exhibit this off."Her mind began to account the outdo place to start. Her eye scanned the setting. She stops at a band aid shop and walking through the doorway. The topographic point is busy enough that mass are minding their own byplay. She walks to the tank and grab a potable. Thinking she has ended control of the scene she looks to see who 's running the registry.

A young pale faced woman with purple stripe in her fuzz, calamitous fingernail glossiness and boots. Perfect. Christie walks to the end of the aisle and pauses for affect. The girlfriend behind the register glances at her. Christie strikes a pose showing the bulge in her pant. Her new feature displayed prominently. The girl behind the cash registry looks Christie over. She sees the gibbousness. Instant shock. The two make eye contact and Agatha Christie winks.

The untested woman 's mouth drops capable. Christie nods her head in a brash admiration of the acknowledgement. The young woman is frozen in cushion. Christie turns down the aisle giving the daughter 'the walkaway .'Halfway down the aisle is a slim tart looking man. Also with his mouth wide overt."Are you ... for real ?"he stutters. Christie 's the one in shock now. She quickly turns around. Her brass suddenly flush. She can get word his interpreter behind her,"Wait. D-Do n't leave me ..."

Christie was shocked by the man 's reception. What was she thinking ? She was suddenly embarrassed. This is n't what she expected. Men were tools to be used not sex objects. Not anymore. She panicked and felt like running. His weak voice was now soundless. That did n't serve, she was still freaked out. Wearing the new prosthetic in public started out as a big businessman play. She started out bold, brash. Now her confidence was shaken. What was she doing ?

Putting the potable on the buffet she quickly rushes out the door and back to the safety of her car. 'That was close .'Her bosom was pounding and strangely plenty, so was her member. What a foreign sentience. Her sudden posture crashed into reality. The thoughts of her experience replaying in her mind. She drives away and tries to simmer down herself. 'So what if a man likes my tool. I 've had to endure a man 's ritualistic pounding many times .'

finisher to home she decides to try again. Only this time some spot quiet down. The common. Less restrictive. More open, airy. Once park she takes a flavor around. Again she calms herself and takes a couple deep relaxing breaths. Her heartbeat began to slow and the tingling in her groin settled down. The process between her legs shrank back to a doable human body. She was set up.

About halfway around the small pond she stopped at a bench and sat down. She could still finger the phallus gently pulsing with her heartbeat. Cautiously she reaches down and scratches it. The tingling is lite and satisfying. She crosses her ramification and gets a charge. But keeping her nous clear keeps thing from advancing, so to utter. After a couple min she decides to continue and walk to the far end of the park.

To her surprisal there at a bench under the shadiness of a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree is the acuate clothe guy from the shop."Hi ? Can we verbalise ?"he says without getting up. 'Oh great. Did he follow me ?'Christie looked him over,"Uh. Sure. I guess. About what ?"Her brass are still a little frazzled. Her confidence shaken. She automatically strikes a power pose to restore her confidence. Her hand instantly brushes her jacket loose to pillow her clenched fist on her hip. The bump in her gasp now clearly pose. He points to her bulge,"That !"

Christie feels that sudden shock again. Calming herself she thinks about what was really going on. Some gay acting guy likes what he sees. What harm could it do to explore his interest. This could be another secure test of her oeuvre. She clears her throat and walking over to the table. Standing right over him. Her courage restored."Yeah ? What about it ? You have one ... Do n't you ?"Christie looks him up and down. He was shy. She was butch.

"Is it veridical ? I mean ... are you a ..."he just stared at it in admiration. Agatha Christie just gloated. The power of the penis was taking over again."Why ? You want to touch it ?"Suddenly she could palpate a unknown sensation in her neck. It traveled down to her belly. It felt warm, impregnable. The prosthetic device began to spring up. It pushed against her filling her crotch then proceeded down her leg. She could feel the prickling and throbbing. This was so amazing. Now the roles were reversed.

"Oh my God ! Yes !"he said watching it expand. Christie felt the strength of a warrior fill her as she watched him fall under the spell of her weapon system. She walked closer to him,"Go ahead. Touch it."The guy 's eyes went wide as his sass fell open again. He looked around to see if the sea-coast was clear. Then he reached knowingly towards it. His adjoin felt awe-inspiring. Even better than when she touched it herself. He pawed at it and tried to get a grip on it. She thought to herself, 'Definitely gay .'

"You like it ? I think it likes you."she said like she 's always had one and knew how to control it. He was rubbing and squeezing it amazed by what he was seeing and feeling. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie could experience it getting more sensitive as it grew harder. Her hips started to tweet out of command."OK, that 's enough."She pulled back out of reach. Her psyche was swimming with the power. She could tell he liked playing with shaft."What do you like best about my cock ?"

He looked away from it finally and scanned her body,"That it 's attached to you !"Her organic structure was awesome ; tall, blonde, gymnastic, nice white meat, firm tush and of course of instruction, the penis. It seemed that he liked it Charles Herbert Best that she had a penis. She liked that she had a penis too. Christie was tempted to contract him into the brook bed and give it to him. Give this thing a genuine run run. The thoughts were firm and she could feel the prosthetic arm impulse. Her judgment was reeling.

Finally she took a deep breath. Christie grinned and thought for a moment. She has a member, a fake member but a penis non the LE and he wants it."cave in me your telephone number. Maybe I 'll give you a visit some time."The guy immediately started fumbling, checking his pockets for pen and report. She got his identification number and let him touch it one More time so she could fuck her hips forward. generate him a taste of what 's to come. Then she walked away strutting around the lake back to her car. The engorged penis pulsing between her leg. She was stoked and could hardly waitress to put her new creature to just use.

At home she stripped and watched herself in the mirror. The Phallus firm but soft waggled around. Then she got an idea. She took a mask off the hall wall and put it on. Walking back to the mirror she looked again and did n't see herself. Just her sexy body with a gumshoe. She felt it really was hers to use, to see. Something came over her and the phallus began to grow.

She could sense it growing in spurts. Each one made her tighten her muscles. Soon the affair was difficult and pulsing. It was hard not to touch it now. She watched it in the mirror as she wrapped her hand around the dick. Again she tightened up. The maven filled her up. She stroked it. It felt like she was pumping a dildo inside he pussy. It made her want more.

Her mind thought about the gaudy girlfriend at the store. Then the guy she met later at the common. What could she do to them. What would they do with her, er it ? Her imagination exciting her even more. She kept stroking slowly. Her eyes looking over the masked figure in the mirror. All that skin. Those tit. She placed her other hand on a white meat and squeezed as she stroked her member. It felt so good.

Suddenly she looked at the eyes behind the masquerade. This was way different then the old strap on. It felt real. Every touch, every squeeze moved her. Made her tactile property powerful. She wanted mortal else to bear on it, love it, adore it. more than than that she needed to use it. Use it like it was meant to be used. She wanted to fuck something with it. Right now it did n't matter what. The only if thing that mattered was putting the solution of her sweat to the test.

Just then the front door grip jiggled."Real kernel !"Christie headed boldly towards the door. Naked except for the mask. Juices dripped down her legs as the prosthetic arm waggled. She caught her just ally struggling her way through the door. Peggy was buried in shopping travelling bag. Her prospicient legs were all Christie could see. Those and Peggy 's high heel. 'Oh yeah !'Christie knew how Peggy liked to tog. Short skirts, tight shirts, lip rouge and thong. Sexy, sexy, sexy.

As she made it through the entryway, Christie grabbed some of the bags and set them on the nearest chairperson. Peggy 's dark hair spilling over her shoulder."Thanks baby, I ... Oh my God !"Peggy could n't believe her eye. She froze in her running slowly lowering her shopping old bag to the floor. Peggy scanned Christie 's body. The phallus hanging from her lover 's inguen was new. It looked so real. Her centre fixed on the new addition.

"What have you done ?"Peggy looked shocked as Agatha Christie expected. The new appendage should look pretty familiar. It was modeled after her favorite toy. It was just starting to droop but pulsed mimicking a heartbeat. Christie pointed to the pulsing member."I need your help with something. I think you 'll care it. I know I will."Peggy looked unaccented and just preserve staring at it.

She was used to Christie 's phallus invidia. Sometimes she would come family and find Christie wearing a strap on and acting butch, stroking it and egging her on. She loved to encourage it. Peggy loved cock. She just did n't like men. Their gruff demeanor, hirsute consistence, and boyish creative thinker just did n't get her going. Christie 's caliber went way beyond her body. But they started there.

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie walked over and pressed it against Peggy 's leg. Peggy 's work force went right to ferment exploring the familiar tool. Each sensuous touch transferred deep inside by the seemingly magical technology. It began to grow and harden just like the real thing. Peggy was surprised. Christie 's eubstance shook and jerked with the growing excitement. Each caress sent signaling through her body. Peggy stroked it and squeezed it. Both hands working in bicycle-built-for-two to caress the hardening prosthetic device,"It feels so real."Christie smiled behind the masquerade party,"For me too."

"I want you to suck my cock."she says just like all those former clip. But this fourth dimension would be different. Peggy looked into the eyes of the mask, searching for someone familiar. She could see the eyes behind the mask react to every caress. Her face softened as her oral cavity opened. She squeezed and stroked harder. Christie 's consistency responded. Then she felt Christie 's hired man on her shoulder gently guiding her down to her articulatio genus. Peggy went willingly. offset, to get a closer flavor at the new thing. Second, to obey her lover.

She licked it. Christie felt it. She sucked the head into her sass. Behind the mask Christie 's eyes rolled back. So, this is what it really felt like to get a cock sucking. When Peggy pulled it out of her mouth she stroked it again. Christie tightened her muscular tissue and pumped it forward in reception. Putting it back in her mouth, Peggy slid up and down on it, sucking it deeply. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie felt so excited. She was ready to orgasm at any moment.

Peggy pulled back,"It 's so big. Does it experience goodness ?"Christie grabbed Peggy 's pass and pushed her back onto her penis,"It feels great."Peggy used her clapper and rima oris like a pro. Agatha Christie 's hips pushed uncontrollably. Her kitty-cat going rampantly. She was so close. The sensations from the prosthesis made it feel so real. In her intellect the penis was substantial. She looked down and watched her advantageously friend sucking her cock. Every lick, every suck, every mystifying throat gave her thrills.

Suddenly Christie pulled Peggy off the penis. Enough of that. She did n't desire to cum just yet."You like that do n't you ?"Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie felt large and in charge. Peggy, still down on her knees looked up at her and rock her point, 'Yes .'“ Let 's get this stuff put away and I 'll let you play with it some more."Peggy grinned an evil grin and jumped to her feet. They took the shopping into the kitchen and began putting everything away.

Like a real penis the phallus eventually shrank down and softened. Christie was getting used to controlling the thing and was getting bolder. She watched Peggy eyeing it from fourth dimension to fourth dimension and watched her reactions. She watched Peggy 's ass cheeks peek out from under her unawares dress each time she bent over and reached up. Then when Peggy was turned around and putting a box on a high school shelf, Christie quickly snuck up behind her and wiggled it between her legs.

Peggy was startled,"Oh !"but quickly reached down between her legs and touched it. Then she pushed it up against her deaden panties and shifted her rose hip,"Mmm."She rubbed her moist kitty-cat rim back and Forth River over its duration. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie pulled away and posed,"Are we done here ? Do n't you want to try something else now ?"Peggy was ready. The short shaft sucking session had gotten her charged up and wet. Looking at the matter hanging from her advantageously friend 's sexy body, pulsing and growing gave her thought. She felt different. It felt different.

Peggy was intrigued. Something was changing in her right friend. She could sense it. It really appeared that Christie could actually sense the dildo. As if it were actual. She remembered Christie telling her something technological about receptive feedback a spell ago. Something about artificial limbs and prosthetics. Something she could n't quite understand. But it sounded like a limited matter for Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie so Peggy encouraged her while not knowing what she was actually working on.

Now she knew. Christie had made herself a real penis .