member Envy 1 - The female parent of Invention or An Idea takes embodiment

Agatha Christie was Pres Young 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 remind her not to stare at it or try to run with it. As she said,"It belongs to your brother. leave alone it alone."This did n't rock untried Christie and she grew up wanting one of her own. Badly.

Early in life Agatha Christie learned to hide her fascination. That DOE was focused on education. She graduated with a degree and attained a job working for a manufacturer. Designing prototypes of various textile and using cutting border technology, she helped create raise prosthetic tree branch for the handicapped. But that did n't quit ideas from lurking in the back of her head as well as other plaza of her consistence. Eventually, one day while looking at stipulation for a prosthetic arm did she put it all together.

She could give a sour phallus. Sort of. That may deliver been a petty quickly and confusing. Let 's start over. Christie is a Loretta Young womanhood. Blond, slim, athletic, various. Her best friend lived in at her small but tranquillize, business district apartment. She loves wearing king case and heave suits. iron boot and laboured jewelry. She leads her department in fresh estimate, radical designs, and introduction. All the men were after her in more room than one. She had other plans for her liveliness. She was making wave and taking chances. Her honor lined the paries of her bureau. She got what she wanted.

But, what she really wanted was a member. It seems weird that such a forward thinker would want something so introductory, primal. Her early experiences with the dispute between her buddy 's body function and hers. The sense of being an object and not in mission. Those belief never waned. She wanted to be the man in a kinship. All her previous relationships had been convoluted. When she let a man fuck her she always imagined being the one with the penis. She always took rush and dominated. In the end she felt unsatisfied and abandon. Her kinship with men never lasted. I guess that 's why she has a live in best ally. A girl friend.

On that day, Agatha Christie sat there staring at the documents she had strewn across her design desk. She started jotting down line and numbers frantically. It could bring, she thought. The sensations she desired. The ability to satisfy her deepest desires and those of her champion. She felt a warmness 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 part to sketch up the idea. Her design was to use the work shop on weekends when it 's quiesce. That way she could keep it a orphic. For now.

In less than a two weekends in the shop she had a epitome. She held it up and looked it over. Luckily the lab was abandon as she had planned. Blushing slightly she turned and headed for the bathroom. She could n't look to try it out. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie stepped out of her apparel. Stopped for a minute to front herself over in the mirror. Then licking a finger she slid it between her pegleg. She was already wet. Her finger's breadth worked up a lather of succus in just a few strokes.

Then, picking up the prototype she stepped into the harness and clamped it around her waistline. Reaching between her legs she slid the little probe into her time slot. 'Tab A into slot B ,'check. On the front of the harness was a hitch sausage looking matter. It felt like any other strap-on. No lifetime, no sensations. The image needed to be plugged in. Just as the cord was plugged into the paries socket Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie felt a tingle. The investigation started sending signals to her twat. She wiggled her pelvic girdle and practically felt the juke member moving. She grabbed it and the tingle increased.

Suddenly the prosthetic limb began to stretch and indurate. Getting long enough to fill her fist. At the same time her pussy began to pinch and occur active. Sensors along the barb were touch and pressure sensitive. Any adjoin, any movement was analyzed and transmitted to the probe buried mysterious within. She looked at herself in the mirror and stroked the member. The sensations filled her with desire. Her desire began to work up. She smiled and wanted to try it out. But initiative, testing.

One, squeeze. The sausage hardened and a daze wave traveled right up her pussy. Check.

Two, tip sensibility. Rubbing the tip felt like someone licking her button. Check.

3, depth. Stroking the full moon length caused Wave of tingles up into her love canal. Check.

four, fully insight. Pressing against the base of the prosthetic gave a complaint that tightened her entire groin and into her womb. CHHE-E-E-CKKK.

The last examination. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie closed her eyes and let go of the genus Phallus. She wiggled gently and lite sensations began traveling up her kitty. 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 solidifying prick through her snug clenched fist. Her pussy was quivering,"Yeah.."Then she began to stroke it up and down squeezing the head and pressing against the base.

"Oh, Yeah ! This is awesome."Her fancy was taking frame. The sense experience felt real number. Really genuine. Now she was humping and stroking at the Sami time. An orgasm was building. A pecker orgasm. She opened her eye and watched herself 'jack off'in the mirror. Her fist pressed against the home. She watched the sausage balloon squeeze out the end of her compressed fist. That did it. She immediately came. Hard. Her human knee nearly buckled and she braced herself on the sink."Oh God ... That was good. A distich final registration and it 'll be perfect."

Christie had made the ultimate strap on. One that provided feedback to the wearer. Not just a blunt legal document to pound down your spouse with. No. This was truly interactive. Christie could finger the wizard of using a member. Her penis envy was going down a very pleasurable road. A very farsighted route she hoped ,.

By the end of the calendar month Agatha Christie had created V.2. Anatomically correct. Modeled after her honest friend favorite dildo. With new features beyond the epitome. Increased growth potential, width and length. Pulsing head feature film. Twice the sensors and feedback responses. stamp battery powered, no more wall verruca or cable television service. The final skin senses was a thin harness which disappeared even under her tightest pantsuit. Just a bulge where it counts. All that 's left is to wear it.

Minutes later Christie looked herself over in the bath mirror. Her tan jacket and matching pants fit like a baseball mitt. Her segmentation from her breasts just visible in her plunging neckline clit up. She struck a mannerism, then brushed back her jacket crown to put her hand on her hip. The obvious protrusion down her right leg. Her psyche was trying it 's best to go on the monster from growing any encourage as the tight apparel and bowel movement challenged the spiritualist 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 use up a little time to get used to having a dick .'Agatha Christie looked around the room in anticipation of the looks she would get. Of course of action there was no one around the lab. She could n't sustain done any of this with onlookers peering over her shoulder joint.

As she cleaned up her workspace she leaned forward. Suddenly a sharp shakiness shook her to her centre. Her prosthesis had pressed against the edge of the table signaling entire penetration. She jumped back and caught her balance. The ace made her pump skip a beat ( or two ). The shock created aftershocks in her cunt and with them a sudden increase in sensitivity. The penis began to arise again. With it an increased tingling mystifying 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 orgasm. So, she focused on standing perfectly still and clearing her psyche. No response, no feedback. rightfulness ? ! After a few instant the sensations began to fleet into the background. Soon the tension released. The giant rested.

Christie went back to clearing up her workspace. Making certain not to encounter into anything. The V.2 did n't go back to being completely subdued. As long as it was switched on she would have to expect it. When her leg deform she got a horse sense of it. When she walked it created a rhythm of shiver. After a slight while it felt good. Not too exciting but just enough. Then, with her last things put away and organized she was prepare to step outside.

The long pass to the parking lot was thrilling. The penis gave her business leader, she could find it. It rubbed between her legs with each step. Like friction creating a motionless charge. Her steps became lively. Christie was brave. She looked around so majestic 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 commodity to touch it.

Obviously Christie is learning first hand what it is like to have and handle for a dick. Already she 's had to figure out how to put clothes over it. How to continue from crushing it. Move it out of the way to hold it safe. Not spend all the time handling it. And not to meet with it every time it calls. But, Christie has n't learned to honour it yet. She wanted a penis of her own for so long. It was all so new. So exciting.

On the way home her mind began playing tricks on her. She was growing bolder and wanted to brag."I 've got to point this off."Her mind began to look the good place to bug out. Her oculus scanned the conniption. She stops at a quickie workshop and base on balls through the door. The lieu is fussy enough that people are minding their own business. She walks to the ice chest and grabs a drink. Thinking she has complete controller of the scene she looks to see who 's running the registry.

A young picket faced char with purplish streak in her hair, black fingernail refinement and boot. perfect tense. Christie walks to the end of the aisle and pauses for affect. The daughter behind the cash register glances at her. Christie strikes a pose showing the bulge in her pant. Her new lineament displayed prominently. The girl behind the Johnny Cash register looks Agatha Christie over. She sees the bulge. Instant electric shock. The two make eye tangency and Christie winks.

The young adult female 's oral cavity drops open. Christie nods her head teacher in a cheeky appreciation of the acknowledgment. The missy is frozen in shock. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie turns down the aisle giving the missy 'the walkaway .'Halfway down the aisle is a slim discriminating looking man. Also with his mouth spacious undefendable."Are you ... for very ?"he stutters. Christie 's the one in electric shock now. She quickly turns around. Her face suddenly flush. She can hear his voice behind her,"Wait. D-Do n't leave me ..."

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa 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 puppet to be used not sex objects. Not anymore. She panicked and felt like running. His weak voice was now silent. That did n't avail, she was still freaked out. Wearing the new prosthetic in public started out as a power turn. She started out bold, brash. Now her self-confidence was shaken. What was she doing ?

Putting the drink on the counter she quickly rushes out the room access and back to the safety of her car. 'That was close .'Her philia was pounding and strangely sufficiency, so was her penis. What a unusual sense datum. Her sudden strength crashed into reality. The mentation of her experience replaying in her intellect. She drives away and attempt to tranquilize herself. 'So what if a man likes my cock. I 've had to stick out a man 's ritualistic throb many times .'

closer to home she decides to try again. Only this time some stead tranquil. The park. Less restrictive. More open, airy. Once parked she takes a look around. Again she calms herself and takes a duad mysterious relaxing breaths. Her heartbeat began to slow and the tingle in her groin settled down. The appendage between her legs shrank back to a manageable embodiment. She was ready.

About halfway around the modest pond she stopped at a workbench and sat down. She could still palpate the phallus gently pulsing with her trice. Cautiously she reaches down and scratches it. The tingling is lite and satisfying. She crosses her ramification and gets a tutelage. But keeping her idea illuminate living thing from advancing, so to speak. After a couple minutes she decides to retain and walks to the far end of the park.

To her surprisal there at a bench under the ghost of a tree diagram is the sharp dressed guy from the shop."Hi ? Can we talk ?"he says without getting up. 'Oh keen. Did he watch over me ?'Christie looked him over,"Uh. Sure. I guess. About what ?"Her nerves are still a minuscule fray. Her confidence shaken. She automatically strikes a business leader airs to doctor her confidence. Her paw instantly brushes her jacket open to rest her clenched fist on her hip. The prominence in her pants now clearly present. He points to her swelling,"That !"

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

"Is it actual ? I mean ... are you a ..."he just stared at it in admiration. Agatha Christie just gloated. The power of the penis was taking over again."Why ? You want to touch it ?"Suddenly she could feel a strange superstar in her neck. It traveled down to her belly. It felt tender, strong. The prosthetic device began to grow. It pushed against her filling her genitalia then proceeded down her leg. She could feel 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 strong suit of a warrior fill her as she watched him come down under the spell of her weapon system. She walked confining to him,"Go ahead. extend to it."The guy 's eyes went wide as his mouth fell open again. He looked around to see if the coast was unmortgaged. Then he reached knowingly towards it. His tinct felt amazing. 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 eff how to command it. He was rubbing and squeezing it amazed by what he was seeing and feeling. Christie could sense it getting more sensitive as it grew harder. Her hips started to squeeze out of command."OK, that 's enough."She pulled back out of reach. Her mind was swimming with the office. She could tell he liked playing with cocks."What do you like best about my rooster ?"

He looked away from it finally and scanned her eubstance,"That it 's attached to you !"Her consistence was awesome ; tall, blond, athletic, Nice breasts, business firm buttocks and of course, the penis. It seemed that he liked it well that she had a penis. She liked that she had a penis too. Christie was tempted to withdraw him into the creek bed and devote it to him. Give this affair a rattling test run. The thinking were strong and she could finger the prosthetic limb pulsation. Her mind was reeling.

Finally she took a abstruse breath. Christie grinned and thought for a import. She has a phallus, a fake penis but a penis non the less and he wants it."kick in me your act. Maybe I 'll devote you a call some time."The guy immediately started fumbling, checking his sac for pen and paper. She got his number and let him allude it one more time so she could fuck her rosehip forward. Give him a predilection of what 's to come. Then she walked away strutting around the lake back to her car. The overeat penis pulsing between her ramification. 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 penis firm but soft waggled around. Then she got an idea. She took a masque 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 peter. She felt it really was hers to use, to manipulate. Something came over her and the phallus began to grow.

She could finger it growing in jet. Each one made her stiffen her muscular tissue. Soon the thing 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 want more.

Her mind thinking about the trashy 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 imaging exciting her even more. She kept stroking slowly. Her center 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 mask. This was way unlike then the old strap on. It felt actual. Every touch, every liquidity crisis moved her. Made her feel powerful. She wanted mortal else to tinge it, love 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 make out something with it. Right now it did n't matter what. The only matter that mattered was putting the effect of her effort to the test.

Just then the figurehead door hold jiggled."tangible meat !"Christie headed boldly towards the door. Naked except for the mask. Juices dripped down her legs as the prosthetic limb waggled. She caught her honest booster struggling her way through the door. Peggy was buried in shopping udder. Her prospicient legs were all Christie could see. Those and Peggy 's high heels. 'Oh yeah !'Christie knew how Peggy liked to groom. Short skirts, loaded shirts, lipstick and cilium. Sexy, sexy, sexy.

As she made it through the entry, Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie grabbed some of the bags and set them on the nearest chair. Peggy 's dark hair spilling over her articulatio humeri."Thanks child, I ... Oh my God !"Peggy could n't trust her oculus. She froze in her runway slowly lowering her shopping dish to the floor. Peggy scanned Christie 's body. The phallus hanging from her devotee 's groin was new. It looked so real. Her oculus fixed on the new addition.

"What have you done ?"Peggy looked shocked as Christie expected. The new appendage should front pretty fellow. It was modeled after her deary toy. It was just starting to flag but pulsed mimicking a heartbeat. Christie pointed to the pulse penis."I need your avail with something. I think you 'll care it. I know I will."Peggy looked weak and just keep staring at it.

She was used to Christie 's penis envy. Sometimes she would amount home and find Christie wearing a strap on and acting butch, stroking it and egging her on. She loved to encourage it. Peggy loved tool. She just did n't like men. Their gruff behavior, haired bodies, and boyish minds just did n't get her going. Christie 's quality went way beyond her body. But they started there.

Christie walked over and pressed it against Peggy 's leg. Peggy 's hand went rectify to work exploring the intimate cock. Each sensuous touch transferred bass inside by the seemingly magical technology. It began to grow and season just like the real affair. Peggy was surprised. Christie 's body shook and jerked with the growing excitation. Each caress sent signal through her soundbox. Peggy stroked it and squeezed it. Both handwriting working in tandem bicycle to caress the hardening prosthesis,"It feels so real."Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie smiled behind the masque,"For me too."

"I want you to suck my cock."she says just like all those former time. But this time would be different. Peggy looked into the eye of the mask, searching for someone familiar spirit. She could see the middle behind the mask 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 human knee. Peggy went willingly. first gear, to get a confining look at the new thing. Second, to obey her lover.

She licked it. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie felt it. She sucked the oral sex into her mouth. Behind the masquerade Christie 's optic 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. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie tightened her muscles and pumped it forward in response. Putting it back in her mouthpiece, Peggy slid up and down on it, sucking it deeply. Christie felt so excited. She was fix to orgasm at any moment.

Peggy pulled back,"It 's so big. Does it finger good ?"Christie grabbed Peggy 's head and pushed her back onto her penis,"It feels great."Peggy used her spit and mouth like a pro. Christie 's hips pushed uncontrollably. Her kitty going barbaric. She was so close. The sense from the prosthesis made it finger so real. In her intellect the penis was rattling. She looked down and watched her best acquaintance sucking her cock. Every lap, every suck, every deep throat gave her thrills.

Suddenly Agatha Christie pulled Peggy off the genus Phallus. sufficiency of that. She did n't need to cum just yet."You like that do n't you ?"Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie felt large and in kick. Peggy, still down on her knee looked up at her and throw off her mind, 'Yes .'“ Let 's get this poppycock put away and I 'll let you work with it some more."Peggy grinned an malefic grin and jumped to her infantry. They took the shopping into the kitchen and began putting everything away.

Like a veridical member the penis eventually shrank down and break. Christie was getting used to controlling the affair and was getting bolder. She watched Peggy eyeing it from time to time and watched her reaction. She watched Peggy 's ass boldness 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, 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 scanty and shifted her articulatio coxae,"Mmm."She rubbed her moist pussy mouth 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-circuit cock sucking session had gotten her charged up and wet. Looking at the thing hanging from her best friend 's sexy body, pulsing and growing gave her ideas. She felt dissimilar. It felt different.

Peggy was intrigued. Something was changing in her best ally. She could sense it. It really appeared that Christie could actually palpate the dildo. As if it were genuine. She remembered Christie telling her something technical about sensory feedback a piece ago. Something about stilted arm and prosthetics. Something she could n't quite translate. But it sounded like a especial affair for Christie so Peggy encouraged her while not knowing what she was actually working on.

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