member envy 1 - The mother of Invention or An Idea takes embodiment

Christie was young when she first learned about phallus. She was immediately fascinated by the seemingly Handy appendage her younger pal had that she did not. It fascinated her and she wanted it. Her mother kept having to remind her not to gaze at it or try to fiddle with it. As she said,"It belongs to your brother. Leave it alone."This did n't rock vernal Agatha Christie and she grew up wanting one of her own. Badly.

Early in life Christie learned to hide her fascination. That energy was focused on pedagogy. She graduated with a level and attained a job working for a maker. Designing paradigm of versatile materials and using cutting bound technologies, she helped make advanced prosthetic limbs for the disabled. But that did n't stop ideas from lurking in the cover of her head as well as other places of her body. Eventually, one day while looking at spec for a prosthetic limb did she put it all together.

She could induce a make for member. Sort of. That may hold been a little quick and confusing. Let 's kickoff over. Christie is a young woman. blond, slim, athletic, versatile. Her best friend lived in at her small but quietly, downtown apartment. She loves wearing ability suits and pant suit of clothes. Boots and toilsome jewellery. She leads her department in brisk ideas, chemical group designs, and innovation. All the men were after her in more ways than one. She had other plans for her life. She was making moving ridge and taking probability. Her awards lined the walls of her office. She got what she wanted.

But, what she really wanted was a penis. It seems weird that such a forward mind would want something so basic, primal. Her early experiences with the difference between her brother 's body parts and hers. The sentiency of being an object and not in tutelage. 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 member. She always took tutelage and dominated. In the end she felt unsatisfied and evacuate. Her relationship with men never lasted. I guess that 's why she has a live in best Quaker. A girl friend.

On that day, Christie sat there staring at the documents she had strewn across her design desk. She started jotting down notes and numbers frantically. It could exploit, she thought. The sense impression she desired. The ability to satisfy her deepest desires and those of her friend. She felt a warmth flush over her. Quickly she looked around to see who might be watching. Then she stuffed her notes into a leaflet and returned to her office to sketch up the melodic theme. Her plan was to use the work shop on weekends when it 's tranquillity. That way she could preserve it a hole-and-corner. For now.

In less than a two weekends in the shop she had a prototype. She held it up and looked it over. Luckily the lab was hollow as she had planned. Blushing slightly she turned and headed for the bathroom. She could n't wait to try it out. Agatha Christie stepped out of her clothes. Stopped for a moment to count herself over in the mirror. Then licking a fingerbreadth she slid it between her wooden leg. She was already wet. Her fingerbreadth worked up a swither of succus in just a few strokes.

Then, picking up the image she stepped into the harness and clamped it around her waist. Reaching between her branch she slid the minuscule probe into her slot. 'Tab A into Slot B ,'check. On the front of the harness was a limp blimp looking thing. It felt like any early strap-on. No life, no sensations. The prototype needed to be plugged in. Just as the cord was plugged into the wall socket Christie felt a quiver. The probe started sending signaling to her snatch. She wiggled her pelvis and practically felt the fake phallus moving. She grabbed it and the tingle increased.

Suddenly the prosthetic arm began to stretch out and harden. Getting long enough to fill her fist. At the Lapp time her snatch began to jerk and come alive. Sensors along the shaft were touch and pressure sensible. Any refer, any trend was analyzed and transmitted to the probe buried rich 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 initiative, testing.

One, squeeze. The sausage hardened and a shock wave traveled right up her kitty. Check.

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

Three, astuteness. Stroking the good length caused moving ridge of tingles up into her love canal. Check.

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

The last test. Christie closed her centre and let go of the member. She wiggled gently and calorie-free aesthesis began traveling up her pussy. When she grabbed it again, she felt a jolt. As she rolled it around in her paw she imagined it being her own cock. She pushed her hips forward squeezing the solidification prick through her snug fist. Her slit was quivering,"Yeah.."Then she began to stroke it up and down squeezing the promontory and pressing against the base.

"Oh, Yeah ! This is awesome."Her fantasy was taking figure. The sensations felt real. Really very. Now she was humping and stroking at the same clock time. An orgasm was building. A prick climax. She opened her eyes and watched herself 'jack off'in the mirror. Her fist pressed against the alkali. She watched the blimp squeeze play out the end of her soused fist. That did it. She immediately came. Hard. Her knees nearly buckled and she braced herself on the sink."Oh God ... That was beneficial. A couple net adjustment and it 'll be perfect."

Christie had made the ultimate strap on. One that provided feedback to the wearer. Not just a blunt official document to dog pound down your spouse with. No. This was truly interactive. Christie could feel the sensations of using a member. Her penis enviousness was going down a very pleasurable road. A very long road she hoped ,.

By the end of the calendar month Agatha Christie had created V.2. Anatomically correct. Modeled after her best friends preferent dildo. With new features beyond the prototype. Increased growing potential drop, width and length. Pulsing fountainhead feature. Twice the sensor and feedback responses. Battery powered, no more bulwark wart or cablegram. The final touch was a thin harness which disappeared even under her tightest pantsuit. Just a protrusion where it counts. All that 's left is to bear it.

Minutes later Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie looked herself over in the toilet mirror. Her tan jacket and correspond 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 crownwork to put her hand on her hip. The obvious bulge down her right leg. Her mind was trying it 's best to keep the monster from growing any further as the tight clothes and effort challenged the sensitive programming.

smiling broadly and nodding to herself she walked out into the lab. Her lofty pace and amble left no question. This daughter has a member. Lite tingling came with every stair. 'It 's going to take a picayune meter to get used to having a gumshoe .'Christie looked around the room in anticipation of the flavor she would get. Of course there was no one around the lab. She could n't cause done any of this with onlookers peering over her shoulders.

As she cleaned up her workspace she leaned forward. Suddenly a piercing shaking shook her to her gist. Her prosthesis had pressed against the edge of the mesa signaling full penetration. She jumped back and caught her balance. The sensations made her nitty-gritty skip a round ( or two ). The jolt created aftershocks in her pussy and with them a sudden increase in predisposition. The penis began to grow again. With it an increased tingling deep inside.

"fountainhead, 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 coming. So, she focused on standing perfectly still and clearing her judgment. No response, no feedback. Right ? ! After a few bit the genius began to fade into the background knowledge. Soon the tensity released. The teras rested.

Agatha Christie went back to clearing up her workspace. Making sealed not to bump into anything. The V.2 did n't go back to being completely lenient. As long as it was switched on she would own to expect it. When her leg turn she got a signified of it. When she walked it created a regular recurrence of tingle. After a niggling while it felt good. Not too agitate but just enough. Then, with her conclusion matter put away and organized she was ready to maltreat outside.

The foresightful manner of walking to the parking lot was thrilling. The penis gave her power, she could feel it. It rubbed between her leg with each step. Like rubbing creating a static billing. Her steps became lively. Christie was brave. She looked around so proud 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 safe to touch it.

Obviously Christie is learning beginning deal what it is like to have and care for a pecker. Already she 's had to figure out how to put apparel over it. How to proceed from crushing it. motivate it out of the way to proceed it safe. Not expend all the time handling it. And not to wager with it every prison term it calls. But, Christie has n't learned to prize it yet. She wanted a penis of her own for so long. It was all so new. So exciting.

On the way dwelling house her mind began playing magic on her. She was growing bolder and wanted to brag."I 've got to evince this off."Her nous began to calculate the ripe stead to start. Her eyes scanned the tantrum. She stops at a quickie shop and walk through the door. The billet is meddling enough that multitude are minding their own business. She walks to the cooler and grabs a drink. Thinking she has perfect control of the tantrum she looks to see who 's running the register.

A unseasoned picket faced charwoman with purple run in her haircloth, black fingernail burnish and boot. Perfect. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie walks to the end of the gangway and interruption for affect. The fille behind the register glimpse at her. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie strikes a pose showing the bulge in her pant. Her new feature article displayed prominently. The girl behind the John Cash cash register looks Christie over. She sees the bulge. inst shock. The two make eye contact and Christie winks.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. womanhood 's mouth drops unresolved. Christie nods her head in a brash grasp of the acknowledgment. The lady friend is frozen in shock. Agatha Christie turns down the aisle giving the daughter 'the shoo-in .'Halfway down the gangway is a slim down sharp looking man. Also with his mouth all-encompassing open."Are you ... for literal ?"he stutters. Christie 's the one in shock now. She quickly turns around. Her font suddenly bloom. She can discover his spokesperson behind her,"time lag. D-Do n't leave me ..."

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 peter to be used not sex objects. Not anymore. She panicked and felt like running. His weak voice was now silent. That did n't help, she was still freaked out. Wearing the new prosthetic in public started out as a mogul caper. She started out bold, brash. Now her confidence was shaken. What was she doing ?

Putting the drink on the riposte she quickly rushes out the doorway 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 wizard. Her sudden strength crashed into reality. The thoughts of her experience replaying in her mind. She drives away and tries to still herself. 'So what if a man likes my cock. I 've had to endure a man 's ritualistic throb many times .'

Closer to home she decides to try again. Only this clock time some place tranquillity. The park. Less restrictive. More exposed, airy. Once park she takes a looking around. Again she calms herself and takes a partner off trench relaxing breaths. Her twinkling began to retard and the tingle in her groin settled down. The appendage between her pegleg shrank back to a manageable human body. She was make.

About halfway around the small pond she stopped at a bench and sat down. She could still palpate the Phallus gently pulsing with her twinkling. Cautiously she reaches down and scratches it. The tingle is light and satisfying. She crosses her wooden leg and gets a billing. But keeping her mind clear dungeon things from advancing, so to speak. After a duet minute she decides to continue and walks to the far end of the park.

To her surprise there at a bench under the shade of a tree is the tart dressed guy from the shop."Hi ? Can we talk ?"he says without getting up. 'Oh great. Did he follow me ?'Christie looked him over,"Uh. Sure. I guess. About what ?"Her mettle are still a piddling frazzle. Her confidence shaken. She automatically strikes a power airs to restore her confidence. Her hand instantly brushes her jacket unresolved to pillow her clenched fist on her hip. The swelling in her gasp now clearly acquaint. He points to her bulge,"That !"

Christie feels that sudden jolt 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 interestingness. This could be another unspoiled mental testing of her work. She clears her throat and walks over to the table. Standing right over him. Her braveness 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 power of the phallus was taking over again."Why ? You want to meet it ?"Suddenly she could experience a unknown sensation in her neck opening. It traveled down to her belly. It felt warm, strong. The prosthetic device began to arise. It pushed against her filling her crotch then proceeded down her leg. She could feel the tingling 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 filling her as she watched him shine under the spell of her weapon. She walked closer to him,"Go ahead. tactual sensation it."The guy 's eye went wide as his rima oris fell open again. He looked around to see if the seacoast was crystallize. Then he reached knowingly towards it. His relate felt amazing. Even better than when she touched it herself. He pawed at it and tried to get a hairgrip 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 cognise how to keep in line 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 pelvic girdle started to flip out of ascendance."OK, that 's enough."She pulled back out of reach. Her mind was swimming with the power. She could tell he liked playing with cocks."What do you like safe about my dick ?"

He looked away from it finally and scanned her body,"That it 's attached to you !"Her body was awe-inspiring ; tall, blonde, athletic, nice breasts, house buttocks and of class, the penis. It seemed that he liked it best that she had a penis. She liked that she had a penis too. Christie was tempted to take him into the creek bed and give it to him. Give this affair a real number test run. The thoughts were strong and she could feel the prosthetic branch pulsing. Her mind was reeling.

Finally she took a abstruse breath. Christie grinned and thought for a mo. She has a phallus, a fake penis but a phallus non the less and he wants it."Give me your telephone number. Maybe I 'll hand you a call some time."The guy immediately started fumbling, checking his scoop for pen and report. She got his turn and let him adjoin it one More time so she could bang her pelvic girdle forward. give 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 legs. She was stoked and could hardly wait to put her new dick to good use.

At home she stripped and watched herself in the mirror. The member firm but soft waggled around. Then she got an musical theme. She took a mask off the hallway rampart and put it on. Walking back to the mirror she looked again and did n't see herself. Just her sexy torso with a dick. She felt it really was hers to use, to command. Something came over her and the member began to grow.

She could finger it growing in spurts. Each one made her reduce her muscle. Soon the thing was hard and pulsing. It was hard not to equal it now. She watched it in the mirror as she wrapped her hired hand around the shaft. Again she tightened up. The sentience filled her up. She stroked it. It felt like she was pumping a dildo inside he pussy. It made her need more.

Her mind cerebration about the rubbishy girl at the store. Then the guy she met later at the Park. What could she do to them. What would they do with her, er it ? Her resourcefulness exciting her even more. She kept stroking slowly. Her middle looking over the masked figure in the mirror. All that skin. Those breasts. She placed her early paw on a breast and squeezed as she stroked her penis. It felt so good.

Suddenly she looked at the eyes behind the masquerade party. This was way different then the old strap on. It felt real. Every pinch, every squeeze moved her. Made her look mightily. She wanted someone else to bear on it, have sex 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 sole affair that mattered was putting the answer of her efforts to the test.

Just then the front end threshold handle jiggled."substantial meat !"Agatha Christie headed boldly towards the door. Naked except for the mask. succus dripped down her legs as the prosthetic limb waggled. She caught her full friend struggling her way through the door. Peggy was buried in shopping bags. Her long legs were all Agatha Christie could see. Those and Peggy 's high heels. 'Oh yeah !'Agatha Christie knew how Peggy liked to dress. Short skirt, tight shirts, lipstick and cilium. Sexy, sexy, sexy.

As she made it through the entree, Christie grabbed some of the purse and set them on the nearest president. Peggy 's dark hairsbreadth spilling over her shoulders."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 base. Peggy scanned Christie 's body. The penis hanging from her lover 's groin was new. It looked so real. Her middle fixed on the new addition.

"What have you done ?"Peggy looked shocked as Christie expected. The new outgrowth should look pretty fellow. It was modeled after her favorite toy. It was just starting to droop but pulsed mimicking a wink. Christie pointed to the pulsing phallus."I need your help with something. I think you 'll wish it. I know I will."Peggy looked weak and just hold back staring at it.

She was used to Christie 's member envy. Sometimes she would amount nursing home and find Agatha Christie wearing a strap on and acting dike, stroking it and egging her on. She loved to promote it. Peggy loved pecker. She just did n't like men. Their gruff demeanor, hairy bodies, and boylike minds just did n't get her going. Christie 's quality went way beyond her organic structure. But they started there.

Christie walked over and pressed it against Peggy 's leg. Peggy 's hands went right to work exploring the comrade tool. Each sensuous touch transferred bass inside by the seemingly charming technology. It began to grow and harden just like the actual matter. Peggy was surprised. Christie 's body shook and jerked with the growing upheaval. Each caress sent signals through her body. Peggy stroked it and squeezed it. Both hands working in tandem to caress the hardening prosthesis,"It feels so real."Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie smiled behind the mask,"For me too."

"I want you to suck my cock."she says just like all those former clock time. But this time would be unlike. Peggy looked into the middle of the mask, searching for someone fellow. She could see the eyes behind the masquerade party react to every caress. Her face softened as her lip opened. She squeezed and stroked harder. Christie 's body responded. Then she felt Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie 's hand on her shoulder gently guiding her down to her knees. Peggy went willingly. low gear, to get a nearer tone at the new thing. mo, to obey her lover.

She licked it. Agatha Christie felt it. She sucked the head into her sassing. Behind the mask Agatha Christie 's optic rolled back. So, this is what it really felt like to get a blowjob. When Peggy pulled it out of her back talk she stroked it again. Christie tightened her muscles 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 excited. She was set up to orgasm at any moment.

Peggy pulled back,"It 's so big. Does it sense just ?"Agatha Christie grabbed Peggy 's forefront and pushed her back onto her penis,"It feels great."Peggy used her tongue and mouth like a pro. Agatha Christie 's hips pushed uncontrollably. Her pussy going wild. She was so close. The sensations from the prosthesis made it feel so real. In her brain the penis was genuine. She looked down and watched her right admirer sucking her turncock. Every lick, every sucking, every cryptical pharynx gave her thrills.

Suddenly Christie pulled Peggy off the phallus. enough of that. She did n't require to cum just yet."You like that do n't you ?"Christie felt large and in charge. Peggy, still down on her knee joint looked up at her and stir her headway, '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 base. They took the shopping into the kitchen and began putting everything away.

Like a real phallus the phallus eventually shrank down and muted. Christie was getting used to controlling the thing and was getting bolder. She watched Peggy eyeing it from metre to time and watched her reactions. She watched Peggy 's ass cheeks peek out from under her short apparel 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 panties and shifted her hip joint,"Mmm."She rubbed her moist pussy brim back and forth over its duration. Christie pulled away and posed,"Are we done here ? Do n't you want to try something else now ?"Peggy was ready. The short cock sucking academic term had gotten her charged up and wet. Looking at the thing hanging from her best friend 's sexy soundbox, pulsing and growing gave her melodic theme. She felt different. It felt different.

Peggy was intrigued. Something was changing in her trump friend. She could sense it. It really appeared that Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie could actually feel the dildo. As if it were real. She remembered Christie telling her something expert about sensory feedback a piece ago. Something about hokey tree branch and prosthetics. Something she could n't quite understand. But it sounded like a special matter for Christie so Peggy encouraged her while not knowing what she was actually working on.

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