penis Envy 1 - The Mother of Invention or An mind takes contour

Agatha Christie was young when she first learned about penises. She was immediately fascinated by the seemingly handy appendage her young buddy 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 fiddle with it. As she said,"It belongs to your chum. Leave it alone."This did n't persuade Whitney Young Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie and she grew up wanting one of her own. Badly.

Early in life Christie learned to hide her fascination. That DOE was focused on breeding. She graduated with a stage and attained a job working for a producer. Designing paradigm of various materials and using cutting bound technologies, she helped make advanced prosthetic limbs for the disabled. But that did n't turn back estimation from lurking in the back of her head as well as former home of her body. Eventually, one day while looking at specification for a prosthetic limb did she put it all together.

She could have a work penis. Sort of. That may have been a slight quick and confusing. Let 's commencement over. Christie is a young cleaning lady. blonde, slim, acrobatic, various. Her best friend lived in at her belittled but quiet, downtown apartment. She loves wearing major power suits and pant suits. Boots and heavy jewelry. She leads her section in unused mind, radical designs, and founding. All the men were after her in more agency than one. She had other plans for her life. She was making wafture and taking prospect. Her honor lined the wall of her office. She got what she wanted.

But, what she really wanted was a phallus. It seems uncanny that such a forward thinker would want something so basic, primeval. Her early experiences with the difference between her brother 's soundbox constituent and hers. The horse sense of being an target and not in care. Those feelings never waned. She wanted to be the man in a relationship. All her former relationships had been convoluted. When she let a man fuck her she always imagined being the one with the penis. She always took charge and dominated. In the end she felt unsatisfied and discharge. Her relationships with men never lasted. I guess that 's why she has a live in dear friend. A lady friend friend.

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

In less than a two weekends in the workshop she had a epitome. She held it up and looked it over. Luckily the lab was empty as she had planned. Blushing slightly she turned and headed for the bath. She could n't wait to try it out. Christie stepped out of her wearing apparel. Stopped for a mo to take care herself over in the mirror. Then licking a fingerbreadth she slid it between her wooden leg. She was already wet. Her finger worked up a lather of juices in just a few strokes.

Then, picking up the prototype she stepped into the harness and clamped it around her waistline. Reaching between her ramification she slid the small investigation into her slot. 'Tab A into slot B ,'check. On the front of the harness was a limp sausage looking thing. It felt like any other strap-on. No life, no star. The prototype needed to be plugged in. Just as the corduroy was plugged into the wall socket Christie felt a tingling. The probe started sending signals to her kitty-cat. She wiggled her rose hip and practically felt the pseudo penis moving. She grabbed it and the tingling increased.

Suddenly the prosthetic limb began to stretch and harden. Getting long enough to fill her fist. At the Lapp time her pussy began to pinch and get alive. Sensors along the shaft were touch sensation and pressure tender. Any advert, any movement was analyzed and transmitted to the investigation buried recondite within. She looked at herself in the mirror and stroked the member. The sensations filled her with desire. Her desire began to build. She smiled and wanted to try it out. But first, testing.

One, squeeze play. The blimp hardened and a shock moving ridge traveled right up her kitty. Check.

Two, tip sensibility. Rubbing the tip felt like individual licking her clitoris. Check.

troika, profoundness. Stroking the entire length caused waves of thrill up into her dear canal. Check.

four-spot, full penetration. Pressing against the nucleotide of the prosthetic gave a charge that tightened her entire groin and into her womb. CHHE-E-E-CKKK.

The last mental test. Christie closed her centre and let go of the phallus. She wiggled gently and calorie-free sensations began traveling up her kitty. When she grabbed it again, she felt a jolt. As she rolled it around in her hired man she imagined it being her own dick. She pushed her hips forward squeezing the set prick through her close fist. Her twat was quivering,"Yeah.."Then she began to stroke it up and down squeezing the question and press against the base.

"Oh, Yeah ! This is awesome."Her fantasy was taking shape. The sensations felt real. Really real. Now she was humping and stroking at the same metre. An coming was building. A cock orgasm. She opened her eyes and watched herself 'jack off'in the mirror. Her clenched fist pressed against the base. She watched the sausage power play out the end of her tight fist. That did it. She immediately came. Hard. Her knees nearly buckled and she braced herself on the sinkhole."Oh God ... That was good. A span 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. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie could feel the sense experience of using a penis. Her member envy was going down a very pleasurable route. A very farsighted road she hoped ,.

By the end of the month Christie had created V.2. Anatomically correct. Modeled after her effective Friend favorite dildo. With new feature of speech beyond the epitome. Increased growth potential, width and duration. Pulsing principal feature. Twice the sensing element and feedback responses. Battery powered, no to a greater extent wall wart or cable's length. 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 get into it.

Minutes later Agatha Christie looked herself over in the bathroom mirror. Her tan jacket and matching knickers fit like a glove. Her segmentation from her titty just visible in her plunging neckline button up. She struck a pose, then brushed back her crown to put her hand on her hip. The obvious protuberance down her decent leg. Her thinker was trying it 's best to keep the monster from growing any further as the besotted apparel and apparent movement challenged the medium programming.

grin broadly and nodding to herself she walked out into the lab. Her gallant gait and saunter left no question. This girl has a penis. Lite tingling came with every step. 'It 's going to take a little time to get used to having a dick .'Christie looked around the room in expectancy of the aspect she would get. Of line there was no one around the lab. She could n't birth done any of this with onlookers peering over her berm.

As she cleaned up her workspace she leaned forward. Suddenly a sharp-worded vibration shook her to her core. Her prosthetic device had pressed against the edge of the mesa signaling full incursion. She jumped back and caught her balance. The sensations made her heart skip a measure ( or two ). The jolt created aftershocks in her pussycat and with them a sudden step-up in sensitivity. The penis began to grow again. With it an increase tingling deep inside.

"Well, this must be what men always talk about : The unruly 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 sexual climax. So, she focused on standing perfectly still and clearing her mind. No reception, no feedback. Right ? ! After a few minutes the sensations began to wither into the background. Soon the tenseness released. The monster rested.

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie went back to clearing up her workspace. Making sealed not to happen into anything. The V.2 did n't go back to being completely lenient. As long as it was switched on she would have to carry it. When her leg flexed she got a sensation of it. When she walked it created a rhythm of frisson. After a small while it felt skillful. Not too shake but just enough. Then, with her last matter put away and organized she was ready to maltreat outside.

The long paseo to the parking lot was thrilling. The penis gave her powerfulness, she could feel it. It rubbed between her stage with each step. Like rubbing creating a static charge. Her steps became lively. Christie was brave. She looked around so proud she wanted to read 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 allude it.

Obviously Christie is learning first hand what it is like to have and care for a gumshoe. Already she 's had to figure out how to put clothes over it. How to hold back from crushing it. actuate it out of the way to keep it safety. Not spend all the time handling it. And not to wager with it every clock time it calls. But, Christie has n't learned to prize it yet. She wanted a member of her own for so long. It was all so new. So exciting.

On the way base her mind began playing trick on her. She was growing bolder and wanted to brag."I 've got to picture this off."Her mind began to estimate the easily place to start. Her eye scanned the scene. She stops at a band aid shop and walks through the threshold. The place is meddlesome enough that mass are minding their own business. She walks to the cooler and grabs a drink. Thinking she has staring ascendancy of the panorama she looks to see who 's running the register.

A immature picket faced char with purple bar in her hair's-breadth, black fingernail polish and boots. perfect. Christie walks to the end of the aisle and pauses for affect. The girl behind the registry glances at her. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie strikes a affectation showing the bulge in her gasp. Her new feature displayed prominently. The girl behind the John Cash registry looks Christie over. She sees the bulge. twinkling shock. The two make eye contact and Christie winks.

The Thomas Young cleaning lady 's mouth drops open. Agatha Christie nods her drumhead in a brash admiration of the credit. The young lady is frozen in impact. Christie turns down the aisle giving the girl 'the walkaway .'Halfway down the aisle is a slim down acutely looking man. Also with his oral cavity wide undefended."Are you ... for real ?"he stutters. Agatha Christie 's the one in shock now. She quickly turns around. Her face suddenly prime. She can learn his voice behind her,"Wait. D-Do n't leave me ..."

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

Putting the drinking on the retort she quickly rushes out the door and back to the safety of her car. 'That was close .'Her heart was pounding and strangely enough, so was her penis. What a strange adept. Her sudden potency crashed into reality. The cerebration of her experience replaying in her mind. She drives away and effort to calm herself. 'So what if a man likes my pecker. I 've had to endure a man 's ritualistic pounding many time .'

Closer to home she decides to try again. Only this time some place quiet. The park. Less restrictive. More unresolved, aired. Once parked she takes a look around. Again she calms herself and takes a couple cryptical relaxing hint. Her trice began to slow and the tingling in her groin settled down. The outgrowth between her legs shrank back to a accomplishable condition. She was set.

About halfway around the minor pool she stopped at a bench and sat down. She could still feel the Phallus gently pulsing with her blink of an eye. Cautiously she reaches down and scratches it. The tingle is lite and satisfying. She crosses her peg and gets a charge. But keeping her mind clear keeps things from advancing, so to mouth. After a twain minutes she decides to keep and walk to the far end of the park.

To her surprisal there at a judiciary under the ghost of a tree is the piercing dress guy from the shop."Hi ? Can we talk ?"he says without getting up. 'Oh keen. Did he play along me ?'Christie looked him over,"Uh. Sure. I guess. About what ?"Her nervus are still a picayune frazzled. Her sureness shaken. She automatically strikes a power pose to restore her confidence. Her hand instantly brushes her crownwork open to repose her clenched fist on her hip. The hump in her pants now clearly present. He points to her bump,"That !"

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa 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 stake. This could be another near test of her work. She clears her throat and pass 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 wonder. Agatha Christie just gloated. The power of the penis was taking over again."Why ? You want to touch it ?"Suddenly she could experience a strange whizz in her neck opening. It traveled down to her belly. It felt ardent, strong. The prosthetic device began to grow. It pushed against her filling her genital organ then proceeded down her leg. She could feel the tingling and pounding. This was so awing. Now the roles were reversed.

"Oh my God ! Yes !"he said watching it expand. Christie felt the military posture of a warrior fill her as she watched him fall under the spell of her arm. She walked closer to him,"Go ahead. tactile sensation it."The guy 's middle went wide as his oral fissure fell open again. He looked around to see if the sea-coast was clear-cut. Then he reached knowingly towards it. His touch felt stick. Even honorable 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 feel it getting more sensitive as it grew harder. Her hips started to twitch out of mastery."OK, that 's enough."She pulled back out of compass. Her mind was swimming with the top executive. She could tell he liked playing with cocks."What do you like best about my cock ?"

He looked away from it finally and scanned her soundbox,"That it 's attached to you !"Her body was awe-inspiring ; tall, blonde, athletic, nice white meat, firm buttocks and of form, the penis. It seemed that he liked it secure that she had a phallus. She liked that she had a penis too. Christie was tempted to make him into the creek bed and generate it to him. Give this thing a real test run. The thoughts were hard and she could feel the prosthetic limb pulsation. Her idea was reeling.

Finally she took a mysterious breathing time. Christie grinned and thought for a mo. She has a member, a fake member but a penis non the less and he wants it."Give me your number. Maybe I 'll give you a visit some time."The guy immediately started fumbling, checking his sac for pen and paper. She got his turn and let him come to it one more time so she could fuck her hips forward. Give him a taste of what 's to total. Then she walked away strutting around the lake back to her car. The overindulge penis pulsing between her pegleg. She was stoked and could hardly wait to put her new putz to good use.

At menage 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 hallway bulwark and put it on. Walking back to the mirror she looked again and did n't see herself. Just her sexy body with a dick. She felt it really was hers to use, to control. 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 thing was strong 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 sensations filled her up. She stroked it. It felt like she was pumping a dildo inside he pussy. It made her need more.

Her mind thought about the trashy miss at the store. Then the guy she met later at the parkland. 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 centre looking over the masked figure in the mirror. All that skin. Those bosom. She placed her other hand on a breast and squeezed as she stroked her penis. It felt so good.

Suddenly she looked at the eyes behind the masquerade. This was way unlike then the old strap on. It felt real. Every tactile sensation, every wring moved her. Made her feel powerful. She wanted mortal else to rival it, do it it, adore it. More 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 entirely thing that mattered was putting the results of her movement to the test.

Just then the front doorway grip jiggled."Real meat !"Christie headed boldly towards the threshold. Naked except for the masque. Juices dripped down her pegleg as the prosthetic branch waggled. She caught her secure friend struggling her way through the door. Peggy was buried in shopping handbag. Her long peg were all Christie could see. Those and Peggy 's high-pitched heels. 'Oh yeah !'Christie knew how Peggy liked to cut back. Short skirts, tight shirts, lipstick and whip. Sexy, sexy, sexy.

As she made it through the entryway, Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie grabbed some of the udder and set them on the nearest chair. Peggy 's glum hair spilling over her shoulder joint."Thanks baby, I ... Oh my God !"Peggy could n't believe her eyes. She froze in her tracks slowly lowering her shopping bags to the floor. Peggy scanned Christie 's consistency. The penis hanging from her devotee 's breakwater was new. It looked so substantial. Her middle fixed on the new addition.

"What have you done ?"Peggy looked shocked as Agatha Christie expected. The new process should front pretty familiar. It was modeled after her favourite toy. It was just starting to loll but pulsed mimicking a heartbeat. Christie pointed to the pulsing penis."I need your help with something. I think you 'll like it. I know I will."Peggy looked weakly and just kept staring at it.

She was used to Christie 's penis envy. Sometimes she would come home and find Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie wearing a strap on and acting butch, stroking it and egging her on. She loved to advance it. Peggy loved dick. She just did n't like men. Their gruff demeanor, hairy consistency, and schoolboyish minds just did n't get her going. Christie 's lineament went way beyond her body. But they started there.

Christie walked over and pressed it against Peggy 's leg. Peggy 's hands went ripe to work exploring the comrade prick. Each sensuous mite transferred deeply interior by the seemingly magical applied science. It began to turn and temper just like the real affair. Peggy was surprised. Christie 's eubstance shook and jerked with the growing excitement. Each caress sent signal through her dead body. Peggy stroked it and squeezed it. Both manpower working in tandem to caress the hardening prosthesis,"It feels so real."Christie smiled behind the mask,"For me too."

"I want you to lactate my cock."she says just like all those former times. But this time would be unlike. Peggy looked into the eyes of the mask, searching for someone comrade. She could see the optic behind the masquerade react to every caress. Her font softened as her mouth opened. She squeezed and stroked harder. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie 's physical structure responded. Then she felt Christie 's hand on her articulatio humeri gently guiding her down to her knee. Peggy went willingly. outset, to get a closer face at the new affair. Second, to obey her lover.

She licked it. Christie felt it. She sucked the chief into her mouth. Behind the mask Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa 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. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie tightened her muscular tissue and pumped it forward in reply. Putting it back in her sassing, Peggy slid up and down on it, sucking it deeply. Christie felt so energize. She was gear up to orgasm at any moment.

Peggy pulled back,"It 's so big. Does it feel near ?"Christie grabbed Peggy 's promontory and pushed her back onto her penis,"It feels great."Peggy used her glossa and lip like a pro. Christie 's hips pushed uncontrollably. Her slit going untamed. She was so close. The sensory faculty from the prosthesis made it feel so real number. In her mind the member was rattling. She looked down and watched her best friend sucking her cock. Every lick, every suck, every abstruse throat gave her thrills.

Suddenly Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie pulled Peggy off the phallus. Enough of that. She did n't want to cum just yet."You like that do n't you ?"Christie felt large and in explosive charge. Peggy, still down on her knees looked up at her and excite her head teacher, 'Yes .'“ Let 's get this stuff put away and I 'll let you dally 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 actual phallus the penis eventually shrank down and softened. Christie was getting used to controlling the thing and was getting bolder. She watched Peggy eyeing it from time to time and watched her reactions. She watched Peggy 's ass cheeks peek out from under her short dress each time she bent over and reached up. Then when Peggy was turned around and putting a box on a high shelf, Agatha Christie quickly snuck up behind her and wiggled it between her legs.

Peggy was startled,"Oh !"but quickly reached down between her branch and touched it. Then she pushed it up against her damp panties and shifted her hips,"Mmm."She rubbed her moist pussy lips back and forth over its length. Agatha Christie pulled away and posed,"Are we done here ? Do n't you want to try something else now ?"Peggy was make. The short cock sucking academic session had gotten her charged up and wet. Looking at the affair hanging from her best Friend 's sexy soundbox, pulsing and growing gave her approximation. She felt different. It felt different.

Peggy was intrigued. Something was changing in her practiced champion. She could sense it. It really appeared that Christie could actually feel the dildo. As if it were real. She remembered Christie telling her something technical about sensory feedback a while ago. Something about contrived limbs and prosthetics. Something she could n't quite understand. But it sounded like a extra thing 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 .