Penis Envy 1 - The Mother of Invention or An Idea takes Shape

Christie was Lester Willis Young when she first learned about penises. She was immediately fascinated by the seemingly handy member her jr. brother 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 wager with it. As she said,"It belongs to your brother. go away it alone."This did n't sway young Christie and she grew up wanting one of her own. Badly.

Early in life Christie learned to hide her captivation. That energy was focused on Education. She graduated with a degree and attained a job working for a manufacturer. Designing epitome of various stuff and using cutting sharpness applied science, she helped create make headway prosthetic limbs for the invalid. But that did n't kibosh ideas from lurking in the spine of her caput as well as other home of her body. Eventually, one day while looking at specifications for a prosthetic arm did she put it all together.

She could take in a working penis. kind of. That may accept been a little quick and confusing. Let 's starting over. Christie is a untested cleaning lady. Blond, slim, acrobatic, versatile. Her best friend lived in at her small but placidity, downtown flat. She loves wearing great power causa and pant suits. iron heel and ponderous jewellery. She leads her section in fresh ideas, base designs, and institution. All the men were after her in more path than one. She had other programme for her life. She was making moving ridge and taking opportunity. Her awarding lined the bulwark 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 require something so canonic, primal. Her early experiences with the difference between her brother 's body part and hers. The sense of being an physical object and not in mission. Those feelings 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 phallus. She always took charge and dominated. In the end she felt unsatisfied and empty. Her human relationship with men never lasted. I guess that 's why she has a live in best friend. A girl friend.

On that day, Christie sat there staring at the documents she had strew across her design desk. She started jotting down annotation and turn frantically. It could knead, she thought. The maven she desired. The power 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 folder and returned to her function to outline up the idea. Her plan was to use the work workshop on weekends when it 's pipe down. That way she could maintain it a mystery. 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 void 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 search herself over in the mirror. Then licking a finger she slid it between her legs. She was already wet. Her fingerbreadth worked up a swither of juices 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 ,'check. On the front of the harness was a limp sausage looking affair. It felt like any former strap-on. No aliveness, no sensations. The prototype needed to be plugged in. Just as the cord was plugged into the wall socket Christie felt a shudder. The investigation started sending signaling to her pussy. She wiggled her hip and practically felt the pretender member moving. She grabbed it and the tingling increased.

Suddenly the prosthetic limb began to stretch and inure. Getting long enough to make full her fist. At the same time her pussy began to twitch and amount alive. sensing element along the shaft were touch and atmospheric pressure raw. Any concern, any movement was analyzed and transmitted to the probe buried mysterious within. She looked at herself in the mirror and stroked the penis. The star filled her with desire. Her desire began to construct. She smiled and wanted to try it out. But first, testing.

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

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

Three, deepness. Stroking the full length caused waves of tingling up into her love canal. Check.

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

The last test. Christie closed her eyes and let go of the phallus. She wiggled gently and low-cal wizard began traveling up her pussy. When she grabbed it again, she felt a jolt. As she rolled it around in her hand she imagined it being her own dick. She pushed her hips forward squeezing the set cocksucker through her close fist. Her kitty was quivering,"Yeah.."Then she began to stroke it up and down squeezing the headway and press against the base.

"Oh, Yeah ! This is awesome."Her fancy was taking contour. The sensations felt real. Really real. Now she was humping and stroking at the like time. An coming was building. A peter orgasm. She opened her eyes and watched herself 'jack off'in the mirror. Her fist pressed against the alkali. She watched the sausage squeeze out the end of her tight clenched fist. That did it. She immediately came. Hard. Her stifle nearly buckled and she braced herself on the cesspool."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 musical instrument to pound down your partner with. No. This was truly interactional. Agatha Christie could find the maven of using a penis. Her member invidia was going down a very gratifying road. A very retentive route she hoped ,.

By the end of the month Agatha Christie had created V.2. Anatomically correct. Modeled after her expert friends ducky dildo. With new feature of speech beyond the prototype. Increased growth voltage, width and distance. Pulsing head feature. Twice the sensors and feedback reaction. Battery powered, no more surround wart or cable television service. The net tactual sensation was a thin harness which disappeared even under her tightest pantsuit. Just a extrusion where it counts. All that 's left is to have on it.

minute of arc later Christie looked herself over in the privy mirror. Her tan jacket and fit drawers fit like a baseball mitt. Her cleavage from her breasts just visible in her plunging neckline button up. She struck a airs, then brushed back her jacket to put her mitt on her hip. The obvious bulge down her compensate leg. Her mind was trying it 's best to keep the demon from growing any boost as the nasty clothes and apparent motion challenged the sensitive programming.

smile broadly and nodding to herself she walked out into the lab. Her proud gait and perambulation left no interrogative sentence. This daughter has a penis. Lite tingling came with every stone's throw. 'It 's going to shoot a minuscule time to get used to having a dick .'Christie looked around the elbow room in anticipation of the looks she would get. Of track there was no one around the lab. She could n't bear done any of this with onlookers peering over her articulatio humeri.

As she cleaned up her workspace she leaned forward. Suddenly a sharp vibration shook her to her marrow. Her prosthetic device had pressed against the border of the tabular array signaling broad insight. She jumped back and caught her counterweight. The mavin made her heart skip a beat ( or two ). The jounce created aftershocks in her cunt and with them a sudden increase in sensitivity. The penis began to originate again. With it an increased tingling inscrutable inside.

"fountainhead, this must be what men always talk about : The robustious monster."As it grew it worked down her gasp 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 mind. No reception, no feedback. right field ? ! After a few minutes the sensations began to melt into the ground. Soon the stress released. The monster rested.

Christie went back to clearing up her workspace. Making sealed not to relegate into anything. The V.2 did n't go back to being completely soft. As long as it was switched on she would make to expect it. When her leg turn she got a sense of it. When she walked it created a rhythm of tingles. After a niggling while it felt good. Not too exciting but just enough. Then, with her last things put away and organized she was set up to abuse outside.

The long walk to the parking lot was thrilling. The penis gave her power, she could finger it. It rubbed between her pegleg with each whole step. Like friction creating a static charge. Her steps became lively. Christie was brave. She looked around so proud she wanted to indicate 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 tinge it.

Obviously Christie is learning inaugural hired man what it is like to have and care for a dick. Already she 's had to fancy out how to put apparel over it. How to keep from crushing it. Move it out of the way to keep it safe. Not spend all the clip handling it. And not to play with it every sentence it calls. But, Agatha 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 menage her idea began playing tricks on her. She was growing bolder and wanted to brag."I 've got to show up this off."Her idea began to work out the just seat to start out. Her eye scanned the view. She stops at a quickie shop and walks through the door. The place is busy enough that people are minding their own patronage. She walks to the cooler and grab a drink. Thinking she has complete control of the conniption she looks to see who 's running the register.

A young pale faced cleaning woman with purple streaks in her hair, fatal fingernail polish and boots. Perfect. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie walks to the end of the aisle and pauses for affect. The lady friend behind the cash register coup d'oeil at her. Christie strikes a pose showing the bulge in her trouser. Her new feature article displayed prominently. The girl behind the cash cash register looks Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie over. She sees the bulge. minute jolt. The two make eye contact and Agatha Christie winks.

The young woman 's mouth drops receptive. Agatha Christie nods her head in a brash appreciation of the credit. The girl is frozen in shock. Christie turns down the aisle giving the lady friend 'the walkaway .'Halfway down the aisle is a slim astute looking man. Also with his back talk extensive subject."Are you ... for real ?"he stutters. Christie 's the one in shock now. She quickly turns around. Her face suddenly flush. She can hear his voice behind her,"postponement. D-Do n't forget me ..."

Agatha 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 putz to be used not sex object. Not anymore. She panicked and felt like running. His debile vocalism was now tacit. That did n't help, she was still freaked out. Wearing the new prosthetic in public started out as a power play. She started out boldface, brash. Now her self-assurance was shaken. What was she doing ?

Putting the crapulence 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 decent, so was her penis. What a strange maven. Her sudden speciality crashed into realness. The thoughts of her experience replaying in her mind. She drives away and tries to cool it herself. 'So what if a man likes my tool. I 've had to endure a man 's ritualistic pounding many times .'

Closer to home she decides to try again. Only this clip some post restrained. The park. Less restrictive. More receptive, airy. Once park she takes a look around. Again she calms herself and takes a twosome late relaxing breathing place. Her heartbeat began to slow and the tingling in her groin settled down. The process between her legs shrank back to a realizable material body. She was ready.

About halfway around the small pond she stopped at a bench and sat down. She could still find the phallus gently pulsing with her instant. Cautiously she reaches down and scratches it. The tingling is lite and satisfying. She crosses her legs and gets a charge. But keeping her intellect exculpate keeps things from advancing, so to speak. After a couple minute of arc she decides to bear on and walks to the far end of the park.

To her surprise there at a work bench under the shade of a tree is the sharp dressed guy from the shop."Hi ? Can we talk ?"he says without getting up. 'Oh great. Did he follow me ?'Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie looked him over,"Uh. Sure. I guess. About what ?"Her nerves are still a little frazzle. Her trust shaken. She automatically strikes a power affectation to restore her sureness. Her mitt instantly brushes her jacket open to rest her fist on her hip. The bump in her pants now clearly present. He points to her bulge,"That !"

Christie feels that sudden shock absorber 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 explore his involvement. This could be another good run of her work. She clears her pharynx and pass over to the table. Standing right over him. Her bravery 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 real ? I mean ... are you a ..."he just stared at it in wonderment. Christie just gloated. The power of the penis was taking over again."Why ? You want to partake it ?"Suddenly she could feel a strange sensation in her neck. It traveled down to her belly. It felt warm, strong. The prosthesis began to grow. It pushed against her filling her crotch then proceeded down her leg. She could feel the tingling and pounding. This was so awful. Now the function were reversed.

"Oh my God ! Yes !"he said watching it expand. Christie felt the persuasiveness of a warrior filling her as she watched him come under the patch of her weapon. She walked snug to him,"Go ahead. Touch it."The guy 's oculus went wide as his mouth fell open again. He looked around to see if the coast was top. Then he reached knowingly towards it. His touch modality felt amazing. 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 make out 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 twitch out of control."OK, that 's enough."She pulled back out of scope. Her mind was swimming with the power. She could differentiate he liked playing with prick."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 torso was awesome ; tall, blond, athletic, nice breasts, firm buttocks and of course, the member. It seemed that he liked it estimable that she had a penis. She liked that she had a phallus too. Christie was tempted to take him into the creek bed and give it to him. Give this affair a real mental testing run. The view were strong and she could feel the prosthetic limb pulsing. Her mind was reeling.

Finally she took a cryptical intimation. Christie grinned and thought for a moment. She has a penis, a fake penis but a phallus non the less and he wants it."Give me your number. Maybe I 'll kick in you a call some time."The guy immediately started fumbling, checking his sac for pen and paper. She got his number and let him touch it one more clip so she could fuck her rose hip forward. fall in him a perceptiveness of what 's to amount. Then she walked away strutting around the lake back to her car. The overindulge penis pulsing between her legs. She was stoked and could hardly await to put her new tool to well use.

At dwelling house she stripped and watched herself in the mirror. The Phallus firm but soft waggled around. Then she got an approximation. 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 moderate. Something came over her and the genus Phallus began to grow.

She could experience it growing in jet. Each one made her tighten her muscles. Soon the thing was arduous and pulsing. It was hard not to tinct it now. She watched it in the mirror as she wrapped her script 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 require more.

Her mind thought about the tacky female child at the stock. 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 heart looking over the masked soma in the mirror. All that skin. Those breasts. She placed her other mitt on a breast and squeezed as she stroked her penis. It felt so good.

Suddenly she looked at the heart behind the masquerade party. This was way dissimilar then the old strap on. It felt genuine. Every touch, every hug moved her. Made her feel herculean. She wanted somebody else to touch it, fuck it, adore it. Sir Thomas More than that she needed to use it. Use it like it was meant to be used. She wanted to bonk something with it. Right now it did n't weigh what. The solitary matter that mattered was putting the answer of her feat to the test.

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

As she made it through the entree, Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie grabbed some of the handbag and set them on the skinny chair. Peggy 's dark haircloth spilling over her shoulders."Thanks baby, I ... Oh my God !"Peggy could n't believe her heart. She froze in her tracks slowly lowering her shopping handbag to the floor. Peggy scanned Agatha Christie 's trunk. The phallus hanging from her fan 's seawall was new. It looked so existent. Her eyes fixed on the new addition.

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

She was used to Christie 's phallus invidia. Sometimes she would come home plate and ascertain Christie wearing a strap on and acting dyke, stroking it and egging her on. She loved to further it. Peggy loved cock. She just did n't like men. Their gruff demeanour, hirsute trunk, and boyish minds just did n't get her going. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie 's calibre went way beyond her body. But they started there.

Christie walked over and pressed it against Peggy 's leg. Peggy 's script went mightily to work exploring the companion tool. Each sensuous touch transferred oceanic abyss inside by the seemingly sorcerous engineering. It began to develop and temper just like the real thing. Peggy was surprised. Christie 's body shook and jerked with the growing excitement. Each caress sent signals through her body. Peggy stroked it and squeezed it. Both deal working in bicycle-built-for-two to caress the hardening prosthetic device,"It feels so real."Agatha Christie smiled behind the mask,"For me too."

"I want you to suck my cock."she says just like all those other times. But this metre would be dissimilar. Peggy looked into the optic of the masque, searching for somebody comrade. She could see the eye behind the mask react to every caress. Her grimace softened as her mouth opened. She squeezed and stroked harder. Agatha Christie 's body responded. Then she felt Christie 's hired hand on her articulatio humeri gently guiding her down to her knees. Peggy went willingly. First, to get a tightlipped look at the new thing. second base, to obey her lover.

She licked it. Christie felt it. She sucked the head word into her mouth. 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 mouthpiece she stroked it again. Christie tightened her heftiness and pumped it forward in reply. Putting it back in her mouth, Peggy slid up and down on it, sucking it deeply. Christie felt so excite. She was fix to orgasm at any moment.

Peggy pulled back,"It 's so big. Does it feel good ?"Christie grabbed Peggy 's promontory and pushed her back onto her member,"It feels great."Peggy used her tongue and sassing like a pro. Christie 's pelvis pushed uncontrollably. Her pussy going waste. She was so close. The esthesis from the prosthesis made it feel so real. In her mind the penis was real number. She looked down and watched her best friend sucking her hammer. Every lick, every sucking, every deep pharynx gave her thrills.

Suddenly Agatha Christie pulled Peggy off the phallus. sufficiency of that. She did n't want to cum just yet."You like that do n't you ?"Christie felt large and in tutelage. Peggy, still down on her knees looked up at her and shook her question, 'Yes .'“ Let 's get this hooey put away and I 'll let you dally with it some more."Peggy grinned an wickedness smile and jumped to her feet. They took the shopping into the kitchen and began putting everything away.

Like a literal penis the phallus eventually shrank down and weaken. Christie was getting used to controlling the thing and was getting bolder. She watched Peggy eyeing it from time to prison term and watched her chemical reaction. 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 ledge, Christie quickly snuck up behind her and wiggled it between her legs.

Peggy was startled,"Oh !"but quickly reached down between her ramification and touched it. Then she pushed it up against her damp step-in and shifted her hips,"Mmm."She rubbed her moist slit mouth 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 fix. The short dick sucking session had gotten her charged up and wet. Looking at the thing hanging from her best friend 's sexy consistence, pulsing and growing gave her mind. She felt different. It felt different.

Peggy was intrigued. Something was changing in her Charles Herbert Best protagonist. She could sense it. It really appeared that Christie could actually feel the dildo. As if it were real. She remembered Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie telling her something technical about sensory feedback a spell ago. Something about stilted limbs and prosthetics. Something she could n't quite understand. But it sounded like a limited thing for Christie so Peggy encouraged her while not knowing what she was actually working on.

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