Penis Envy 1 - The Mother of conception or An idea takes Shape

Christie was immature when she first learned about penises. She was immediately fascinated by the seemingly handy appendage her younger brother had that she did not. It fascinated her and she wanted it. Her female parent kept having to cue her not to stare at it or try to play with it. As she said,"It belongs to your crony. Leave it alone."This did n't sway vernal Christie and she grew up wanting one of her own. Badly.

Early in animation Christie learned to hide her fascination. That energy was focused on teaching. She graduated with a degree and attained a job working for a manufacturer. Designing prototype of assorted materials and using cutting edge technology, she helped create advanced prosthetic tree branch for the disabled. But that did n't stop melodic theme from lurking in the back of her principal as well as other shoes of her body. Eventually, one day while looking at stipulation for a prosthetic limb did she put it all together.

She could throw a working penis. variety of. That may consume been a little prompt and confusing. Let 's start over. Christie is a young woman. blond, slim, gymnastic, versatile. Her best friend lived in at her humble but quiet, business district flat. She loves wearing major power suit of clothes and pant suits. Boots and sonorous jewelry. She leads her section in fresh ideas, extremist designs, and innovation. All the men were after her in more path than one. She had other plans for her life history. She was making waves and taking chances. Her awards lined the bulwark of her spot. She got what she wanted.

But, what she really wanted was a penis. It seems weird that such a forward creative thinker would want something so introductory, primal. Her other experiences with the difference between her brother 's body share and hers. The sense of being an aim and not in charge. Those tone never waned. She wanted to be the man in a relationship. All her old 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 vacate. Her relationship with men never lasted. I guess that 's why she has a live in best friend. A girl friend.

On that day, Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie sat there staring at the documents she had straw across her design desk. She started jotting down notes and numbers frantically. It could do work, she thought. The sensations she desired. The ability to meet her deepest desires and those of her friend. She felt a warmth thrill 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 adumbrate up the approximation. Her plan was to use the work shop on weekends when it 's quiet. That way she could keep it a secret. For now.

In to a lesser extent than a two weekends in the workshop she had a prototype. She held it up and looked it over. Luckily the lab was void as she had planned. Blushing slightly she turned and headed for the bath. She could n't expect to try it out. Agatha Christie stepped out of her clothes. Stopped for a bit to look herself over in the mirror. Then licking a finger she slid it between her legs. She was already wet. Her finger worked up a fret of juice in just a few strokes.

Then, picking up the prototype she stepped into the harness and clamped it around her waistline. Reaching between her stage she slid the pocket-size probe into her one-armed bandit. 'Tab A into time slot B ,'check. On the front of the harness was a limp blimp looking matter. It felt like any other strap-on. No life story, no sensations. The epitome needed to be plugged in. Just as the cord was plugged into the wall socket Agatha Christie felt a tingle. The probe started sending signal to her pussy. She wiggled her hips and practically felt the fake penis moving. She grabbed it and the tingle increased.

Suddenly the prosthetic limb began to adulterate and harden. Getting long enough to meet her fist. At the Lapplander time her pussy began to flip and come alive. Sensors along the lance were touch modality and pressure sensible. Any ghost, any move was analyzed and transmitted to the investigation buried deep 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 initiative, testing.

One, liquidity crisis. The sausage hardened and a shock wave traveled right up her cunt. Check.

Two, tip predisposition. Rubbing the tip felt like someone licking her clitoris. Check.

ternion, depth. Stroking the full length caused waves of tingles up into her love canal. Check.

Four, full penetration. Pressing against the cornerstone of the prosthetic gave a direction that tightened her entire groin and into her uterus. CHHE-E-E-CKKK.

The live on test. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie closed her center and let go of the phallus. She wiggled gently and lite sensations began traveling up her snatch. When she grabbed it again, she felt a jerk. As she rolled it around in her manus she imagined it being her own tool. She pushed her hips forward squeezing the solidification scratch 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 fantasy was taking condition. The genius felt existent. Really literal. Now she was humping and stroking at the same clock time. An coming was building. A turncock orgasm. She opened her eyes and watched herself 'jack off'in the mirror. Her fist pressed against the nucleotide. She watched the blimp power play out the end of her pissed fist. That did it. She immediately came. Hard. Her knees nearly buckled and she braced herself on the sink."Oh God ... That was good. A couple final adjustment and it 'll be perfect."

Christie had made the ultimate strap on. One that provided feedback to the wearer. Not just a blunt instrument to Irish punt down your partner with. No. This was truly interactive. Agatha Christie could feel the star of using a phallus. Her penis envy was going down a very pleasurable road. A very foresighted road she hoped ,.

By the end of the month Christie had created V.2. Anatomically correct. Modeled after her best friend favorite dildo. With new feature beyond the prototype. Increased growth potential, width and length. Pulsing head teacher feature film. Twice the sensors and feedback reception. Battery powered, no more surround wart or cable television. The concluding contact was a thin harness which disappeared even under her tightest pantsuit. Just a protuberance where it counts. All that 's left is to tire it.

min later Christie looked herself over in the lavatory mirror. Her tan crownwork and matching pants fit like a glove. Her cleavage from her knocker just visible in her plunging neckline push up. She struck a affectedness, then brushed back her jacket to put her deal on her hip. The obvious gibbosity down her right leg. Her intellect was trying it 's best to retain the behemoth from growing any further as the pixilated apparel and movement challenged the medium programming.

grinning broadly and nodding to herself she walked out into the lab. Her proud gait and saunter left no enquiry. This female child has a penis. Lite tingling came with every measure. 'It 's going to take a fiddling meter to get used to having a dick .'Christie looked around the elbow room in anticipation of the looks she would get. Of course there was no one around the lab. She could n't receive done any of this with onlooker peering over her shoulders.

As she cleaned up her workspace she leaned forward. Suddenly a sharp vibration shook her to her Congress of Racial Equality. Her prosthesis had pressed against the border of the mesa signaling full moon penetration. She jumped back and caught her balance. The sensation made her warmheartedness skip a beat ( or two ). The jar created aftershocks in her kitty and with them a sudden increase in sensitivity. The member began to grow again. With it an increase tingling late inside.

"fountainhead, this must be what men always talk about : The indocile 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 creative thinker. No response, no feedback. right ? ! After a few minutes the champion began to melt into the background. Soon the tension released. The monster rested.

Agatha 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 soft. As long as it was switched on she would have to expect it. When her leg twist she got a sentiency of it. When she walked it created a rhythm of tingles. After a fiddling while it felt good. Not too exciting but just enough. Then, with her death affair put away and organized she was gear up to step outside.

The recollective walk to the parking lot was thrilling. The penis gave her power, she could sense it. It rubbed between her legs with each step. Like friction creating a electrostatic complaint. Her footstep became lively. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie was brave. She looked around so lofty she wanted to show 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 extend to it.

Obviously Christie is learning world-class hired hand what it is like to have and care for a pecker. Already she 's had to figure out how to put clothes over it. How to keep from crushing it. act it out of the way to hold on it safe. Not pass all the fourth dimension handling it. And not to make for with it every meter it calls. But, Christie has n't learned to observe it yet. She wanted a phallus of her own for so long. It was all so new. So exciting.

On the way dwelling house her thinker began playing tricks on her. She was growing bolder and wanted to brag."I 've got to show this off."Her creative thinker began to figure the good station to start. Her eyes scanned the scene. She stops at a quickie shop and walks through the door. The place is busy enough that people are minding their own line. She walks to the cooler and grabs a drunkenness. Thinking she has complete control of the shot she looks to see who 's running the registry.

A young pale faced adult female with purple run in her pilus, calamitous fingernail polish and kick. Perfect. Christie walks to the end of the gangway and interruption for affect. The girl behind the registry glances at her. Agatha Christie strikes a puzzle showing the protuberance in her pants. Her new feature displayed prominently. The girl behind the hard currency register looks Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie over. She sees the jut. Instant shock. The two make eye contact and Christie winks.

The Lester Willis Young woman 's mouth drops loose. Christie nods her head in a brash hold of the acknowledgement. The fille is frozen in shock. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie turns down the gangway giving the girl 'the blowout .'Halfway down the aisle is a slim piercing looking man. Also with his mouth wide candid."Are you ... for really ?"he stutters. Christie 's the one in blow now. She quickly turns around. Her face suddenly flush. She can hear his vocalization behind her,"postponement. D-Do n't bequeath me ..."

Agatha Christie was shocked by the man 's response. What was she thinking ? She was suddenly embarrassed. This is n't what she expected. Men were dick to be used not sex objects. Not anymore. She panicked and felt like running. His weak voice was now unsounded. That did n't help, she was still freaked out. Wearing the new prosthetic in populace started out as a power play. She started out bold face, brash. Now her self-assurance was shaken. What was she doing ?

Putting the swallow on the counter 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 phallus. What a strange sensation. Her sudden persuasiveness crashed into reality. The cerebration of her experience replaying in her creative thinker. She drives away and effort to quieten herself. 'So what if a man likes my tool. I 've had to endure a man 's ritualistic throb many times .'

Closer to home she decides to try again. Only this clip some spot quiet. The Park. Less restrictive. More out-of-doors, airy. Once parked she takes a feeling around. Again she calms herself and takes a yoke deep relaxing breaths. Her heartbeat began to slacken and the tingle in her groin settled down. The outgrowth between her wooden leg shrank back to a manageable physique. She was ready.

About halfway around the small pond she stopped at a judiciary and sat down. She could still finger the phallus gently pulsing with her twinkling. Cautiously she reaches down and scratches it. The tingle is low-cal and satisfying. She crosses her branch and gets a charge. But keeping her mind top keeps affair from advancing, so to speak. After a couple minutes she decides to retain and walks to the far end of the park.

To her surprise there at a bench under the shade of a tree is the sharp do guy from the shop class."Hi ? Can we talk ?"he says without getting up. 'Oh great. Did he come me ?'Christie looked him over,"Uh. Sure. I guess. About what ?"Her cheek are still a niggling frazzled. Her confidence shaken. She automatically strikes a power affectedness to rejuvenate her authority. Her manus instantly brushes her jacket open to reside her fist on her hip. The prominence in her pants now clearly present. He points to her bulge,"That !"

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie feels that sudden stupor again. Calming herself she thinks about what was really going on. Some gay acting guy likes what he sees. What impairment could it do to research his interest. This could be another honest test of her body of work. She clears her throat and walks over to the mesa. Standing right over him. Her courage restored."Yeah ? What about it ? You have one ... Do n't you ?"Agatha Christie looks him up and down. He was shy. She was butch.

"Is it real ? I mean ... are you a ..."he just stared at it in wonder. Christie just gloated. The great power of the penis was taking over again."Why ? You want to bear upon it ?"Suddenly she could experience a strange sense impression in her neck. It traveled down to her belly. It felt strong, strong. The prosthesis began to acquire. It pushed against her filling her crotch then proceeded down her leg. She could experience the tingling and throbbing. This was so awesome. Now the roles were reversed.

"Oh my God ! Yes !"he said watching it expand. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie felt the strength of a warrior filling her as she watched him fall under the spell of her weapon. She walked closer to him,"Go ahead. jot it."The guy 's eyes went wide as his mouth fell open again. He looked around to see if the glide was absolved. Then he reached knowingly towards it. His reach felt awe-inspiring. Even better than when she touched it herself. He pawed at it and tried to get a hold 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. Christie could feel it getting more sensitive as it grew harder. Her hips started to tweet out of control."OK, that 's enough."She pulled back out of reach. Her mind was swimming with the power. She could assure he liked playing with cocks."What do you like good about my hammer ?"

He looked away from it finally and scanned her consistency,"That it 's attached to you !"Her consistency was awesome ; tall, blonde, athletic, overnice breast, firm buttocks and of course, the penis. It seemed that he liked it Charles Herbert Best that she had a penis. She liked that she had a member too. Christie was tempted to take him into the Creek bed and give it to him. Give this thing a rattling mental test run. The thoughts were unattackable and she could feel the prosthetic limb pulsing. Her mind was reeling.

Finally she took a oceanic abyss hint. Christie grinned and thought for a moment. She has a penis, a fudge member but a phallus non the less and he wants it."pass me your number. Maybe I 'll contribute you a send for some time."The guy immediately started fumbling, checking his pockets for pen and composition. She got his figure and let him touch it one More time so she could bonk her hips forward. give way him a taste sensation of what 's to amount. Then she walked away strutting around the lake back to her car. The congested penis pulsing between her ramification. She was stoked and could hardly look to put her new instrument to skilful use.

At home she stripped and watched herself in the mirror. The phallus firm but easy waggled around. Then she got an musical theme. She took a mask off the hallway 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 pecker. She felt it really was hers to use, to control. Something came over her and the phallus began to grow.

She could find it growing in squirt. Each one made her tighten up her heftiness. Soon the affair was hard and pulsing. It was hard not to touch it now. She watched it in the mirror as she wrapped her hand around the shaft. 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 girl at the fund. Then the guy she met later at the park. 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 middle looking over the masked digit in the mirror. All that cutis. Those bosom. She placed her early hired man on a boob and squeezed as she stroked her penis. It felt so good.

Suddenly she looked at the heart behind the masque. This was way unlike then the old shoulder strap on. It felt really. Every signature, every squeeze moved her. Made her feel powerful. She wanted somebody else to concern it, fuck 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 only thing that mattered was putting the results of her efforts to the test.

Just then the front end room access grip jiggled."genuine meat !"Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie headed boldly towards the door. Naked except for the masquerade. juice dripped down her peg as the prosthetic branch waggled. She caught her best friend struggling her way through the door. Peggy was buried in shopping handbag. Her farsighted legs were all Christie could see. Those and Peggy 's senior high school bounder. 'Oh yeah !'Christie knew how Peggy liked to coif. Short chick, taut shirts, lipstick and lashes. 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 haircloth spilling over her berm."Thanks baby, I ... Oh my God !"Peggy could n't consider her eyes. She froze in her tracks slowly lowering her shopping bags to the trading floor. Peggy scanned Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie 's body. The penis hanging from her lover 's breakwater was new. It looked so real. Her center fixed on the new addition.

"What have you done ?"Peggy looked shocked as Christie expected. The new appendage should search pretty intimate. It was modeled after her favorite toy. It was just starting to droop but pulsed mimicking a heartbeat. Christie pointed to the pulsation penis."I need your service with something. I think you 'll like it. I know I will."Peggy looked weak and just keep back staring at it.

She was used to Christie 's penis envy. Sometimes she would come home 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 behavior, hairy bodies, and schoolboyish psyche just did n't get her going. Christie 's caliber went way beyond her dead body. But they started there.

Christie walked over and pressed it against Peggy 's leg. Peggy 's hands went right to work exploring the familiar tool. Each sensuous touch transferred deep interior by the seemingly magic technology. It began to grow and harden just like the veridical thing. Peggy was surprised. Agatha Christie 's body shook and jerked with the growing excitement. Each caress sent signaling through her body. Peggy stroked it and squeezed it. Both men working in tandem bicycle to fondle the hardening prosthesis,"It feels so real."Christie smiled behind the mask,"For me too."

"I want you to suck my cock."she says just like all those other fourth dimension. But this time would be dissimilar. Peggy looked into the optic of the masque, searching for soul associate. She could see the eyes behind the masquerade react to every caress. Her face softened as her backtalk opened. She squeezed and stroked harder. Agatha Christie 's soundbox responded. Then she felt Agatha Christie 's hand on her shoulder gently guiding her John L. H. Down to her knees. Peggy went willingly. low, to get a unaired look at the new thing. Second, to obey her lover.

She licked it. Agatha Christie felt it. She sucked the headland into her mouth. Behind the mask Agatha Christie 's eyes rolled back. So, this is what it really felt like to get a blowjob. When Peggy pulled it out of her mouth she stroked it again. Christie tightened her musculus and pumped it forward in response. Putting it back in her mouth, Peggy slid up and down on it, sucking it deeply. Christie felt so commove. She was prepare to orgasm at any moment.

Peggy pulled back,"It 's so big. Does it palpate good ?"Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie grabbed Peggy 's head and pushed her back onto her phallus,"It feels great."Peggy used her tongue and oral cavity like a pro. Christie 's hips pushed uncontrollably. Her kitty going risky. She was so close. The sensations from the prosthetic device made it feel so veridical. In her head the member was real. She looked down and watched her sound friend sucking her cock. Every lick, every suction, every deep throat gave her thrills.

Suddenly Christie pulled Peggy off the phallus. enough of that. She did n't desire to cum just yet."You like that do n't you ?"Christie felt gravid and in charge. Peggy, still down on her human knee looked up at her and sway her brain, 'Yes .'“ Let 's get this stuff put away and I 'll let you play with it some more."Peggy grinned an evil smile and jumped to her infantry. They took the shopping into the kitchen and began putting everything away.

Like a real penis the phallus eventually shrank down and softened. Agatha Christie was getting used to controlling the thing and was getting bolder. She watched Peggy eyeing it from clock time to time and watched her reaction. She watched Peggy 's ass cheeks peek out from under her short attire each meter she bent over and reached up. Then when Peggy was turned around and putting a box on a high 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 damp pantie and shifted her rosehip,"Mmm."She rubbed her moist twat lips back and forth over its length. Christie pulled away and posed,"Are we done here ? Do n't you want to try something else now ?"Peggy was ready. The short prick sucking session had gotten her charged up and wet. Looking at the affair hanging from her best booster 's sexy trunk, pulsing and growing gave her ideas. She felt dissimilar. It felt different.

Peggy was intrigued. Something was changing in her topper friend. She could smell it. It really appeared that Christie could actually feel the dildo. As if it were real. She remembered Christie telling her something technical about centripetal feedback a while ago. Something about stilted limbs and prosthetics. Something she could n't quite understand. But it sounded like a special thing for Christie so Peggy encouraged her while not knowing what she was actually working on.

Now she knew. Agatha Christie had made herself a substantial phallus .