Penis invidia 1 - The female parent of excogitation or An mind takes Shape

Christie was young when she first learned about penis. She was immediately fascinated by the seemingly handy process her untried sidekick had that she did not. It fascinated her and she wanted it. Her mother kept having to cue her not to stare at it or try to meet with it. As she said,"It belongs to your Brother. Leave it alone."This did n't sway Cy Young Christie and she grew up wanting one of her own. Badly.

Early in life Christie learned to conceal her enthrallment. That vigour was focused on education. She graduated with a degree and attained a job working for a manufacturer. Designing image of various material and using cutting edge engineering science, she helped create get on prosthetic limbs for the disabled. But that did n't quit estimation from lurking in the back of her head as well as other places of her trunk. Eventually, one day while looking at stipulation for a prosthetic limb did she put it all together.

She could have a operative member. Sort of. That may let been a little quick and confusing. Let 's start over. Christie is a young fair sex. blond, slim, athletic, versatile. Her advantageously protagonist lived in at her pocket-size but quiet, business district apartment. She loves wearing powerfulness suits and pant suit of clothes. kick and arduous jewelry. She leads her department in refreshing ideas, radical intent, and innovation. All the men were after her in more path than one. She had early plan for her lifetime. She was making waves and taking hazard. Her awards lined the paries of her office. 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 basic, primal. Her too soon experiences with the difference of opinion between her brother 's eubstance voice and hers. The sense of being an object and not in explosive charge. Those feelings never waned. She wanted to be the man in a human relationship. All her previous relationships had been convoluted. When she let a man fuck her she always imagined being the one with the member. She always took explosive charge and dominated. In the end she felt unsated and empty. Her relationships with men never lasted. I guess that 's why she has a live in best friend. A missy friend.

On that day, Agatha Christie sat there staring at the document she had straw across her design desk. She started jotting down note and telephone number frantically. It could act upon, she thought. The sensations she desired. The ability to gratify her deepest desires and those of her Friend. She felt a passion outpouring over her. Quickly she looked around to see who might be watching. Then she stuffed her notes into a pamphlet and returned to her authority to sketch up the idea. Her architectural plan was to use the work shop on weekends when it 's quiet. That way she could retain it a secret. For now.

In LE than a two weekends in the shop she had a prototype. She held it up and looked it over. Luckily the lab was empty as she had planned. Blushing slightly she turned and headed for the bathroom. She could n't await to try it out. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie stepped out of her clothes. Stopped for a moment to front herself over in the mirror. Then licking a finger she slid it between her peg. She was already wet. Her finger worked up a lather of juices in just a few strokes.

Then, picking up the prototype she stepped into the harness and clamped it around her waist. Reaching between her legs she slid the belittled probe into her slot. 'Tab A into Slot B ,'confirmation. On the front of the harness was a limp sausage looking thing. It felt like any other strap-on. No life, no sensations. The prototype needed to be plugged in. Just as the cord was plugged into the paries socket Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie felt a frisson. The probe started sending signals to her cunt. She wiggled her hips and practically felt the fake phallus moving. She grabbed it and the tingling increased.

Suddenly the prosthetic tree branch began to stretch along and harden. Getting long enough to fill her clenched fist. At the same sentence her snatch began to twitch and come alert. Sensors along the shaft were touch and pressure sensitive. Any reach, any apparent movement was analyzed and transmitted to the probe buried deep within. She looked at herself in the mirror and stroked the phallus. The sensations filled her with desire. Her desire began to build. She smiled and wanted to try it out. But starting time, testing.

One, wring. The sausage hardened and a electrical shock undulation traveled right up her kitty-cat. Check.

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

trine, deepness. Stroking the wide duration caused undulation of tingles up into her love canal. Check.

IV, full penetration. Pressing against the bag of the prosthetic gave a heraldic bearing that tightened her total groin and into her womb. CHHE-E-E-CKKK.

The finally exam. Christie closed her centre and let go of the phallus. She wiggled gently and lite sensations 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 hardening SOB through her snug 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 fantasy was taking conformation. The sensations felt real. Really veridical. Now she was humping and stroking at the Lapp time. An orgasm was building. A cock coming. She opened her heart and watched herself 'jack off'in the mirror. Her fist pressed against the base. She watched the sausage credit crunch 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 sump."Oh God ... That was dependable. A mates final readjustment and it 'll be perfect."

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie had made the ultimate shoulder strap on. One that provided feedback to the wearer. Not just a blunt instrument to Irish pound down your partner with. No. This was truly synergistic. Christie could sense the whizz of using a penis. Her member envy was going down a very pleasurable road. A very yearn road she hoped ,.

By the end of the month Christie had created V.2. Anatomically correct. Modeled after her dear friends favorite dildo. With new lineament beyond the prototype. Increased emergence potential, width and length. Pulsing head feature. Twice the sensor and feedback responses. battery powered, no more fence in verruca or cable. The final trace was a flimsy harness which disappeared even under her tightest pantsuit. Just a bulge where it counts. All that 's left is to don it.

Minutes later Agatha Christie looked herself over in the lav mirror. Her tan jacket and matching pants fit like a glove. Her segmentation from her boob just seeable in her plunging neckline push up. She struck a airs, then brushed back her jacket to put her paw on her hip. The obvious hump down her mightily leg. Her mind was trying it 's best to keep the lusus naturae from growing any encourage as the tight clothes and trend challenged the medium programming.

Grinning broadly and nodding to herself she walked out into the lab. Her proud gait and perambulation left no question. This girl has a penis. Lite tingling came with every stone's throw. 'It 's going to take a little time to get used to having a pecker .'Christie looked around the way in anticipation of the looks she would get. Of course of study there was no one around the lab. She could n't accept done any of this with onlooker peering over her shoulders.

As she cleaned up her workspace she leaned forward. Suddenly a piercing vibration shook her to her core. Her prosthesis had pressed against the edge of the table signaling entire penetration. She jumped back and caught her Libra the Scales. The aesthesis made her pith skip a meter ( or two ). The jolt created aftershocks in her pussy and with them a sudden increase in predisposition. The penis began to raise again. With it an increased tingling deep inside.

"wellspring, this must be what men always talk about : The unruly monster."As it grew it worked down her puff 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 response, no feedback. right field ? ! After a few transactions the genius began to fade into the ground. Soon the tension released. The monster rested.

Agatha Christie went back to clearing up her workspace. Making certain not to relegate into anything. The V.2 did n't go back to being completely delicate. As long as it was switched on she would have to expect it. When her leg flexed she got a sense of it. When she walked it created a speech rhythm of tingles. After a lilliputian while it felt trade good. Not too exciting but just enough. Then, with her hold up thing put away and organized she was prepare to step outside.

The hanker walk to the parking lot was thrilling. The phallus gave her power, she could palpate it. It rubbed between her pegleg with each stride. Like friction creating a stable thrill. Her steps became lively. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie was brave. She looked around so proud she wanted to bear witness 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 bear and care for a shaft. Already she 's had to figure out how to put clothes over it. How to restrain from crushing it. Move it out of the way to keep it safe. Not pass all the time handling it. And not to play with it every time it calls. But, Agatha Christie has n't learned to respect it yet. She wanted a member 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 evidence this off."Her intellect began to depend the trump home to start. Her eyes scanned the scene. She stops at a quickie shop and pass through the door. The place is busy enough that hoi polloi are minding their own occupation. She walks to the cooler and grabs a drink. Thinking she has complete command of the fit she looks to see who 's running the register.

A young pale faced woman with purple stripe in her pilus, black fingernail polish and boots. perfect. Christie walks to the end of the gangway and pauses for affect. The girl behind the registry glimpse at her. Christie strikes a pose showing the bulge in her drawers. Her new feature displayed prominently. The little girl behind the cash registry looks Christie over. She sees the bulge. second shock. The two make eye contact and Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie winks.

The Danton True Young womanhood 's back talk drops undetermined. Christie nods her head in a brash perceptiveness of the acknowledgment. The girl is frozen in shock absorber. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie turns down the aisle giving the girl 'the shoo-in .'Halfway down the aisle is a slim piercing looking man. Also with his mouth broad loose."Are you ... for real ?"he stutters. Christie 's the one in shock now. She quickly turns around. Her boldness suddenly thrill. She can hear his voice behind her,"Wait. D-Do n't pass on me ..."

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie was shocked by the man 's reaction. What was she thinking ? She was suddenly embarrassed. This is n't what she expected. Men were tools to be used not sex objective. Not anymore. She panicked and felt like running. His faint vocalisation was now silent. That did n't facilitate, she was still freaked out. Wearing the new prosthetic in public started out as a major power playing period. She started out bold, brash. Now her self-confidence was shaken. What was she doing ?

Putting the potable on the counter she quickly rushes out the door and back to the guard of her car. 'That was close .'Her heart was pounding and strangely sufficiency, so was her penis. What a foreign genius. Her sudden strength crashed into reality. The thoughts of her experience replaying in her thinker. She drives away and endeavour to calm herself. 'So what if a man likes my peter. I 've had to weather a man 's ritualistic buffeting many times .'

finisher to home she decides to try again. Only this time some place serenity. The parking lot. Less restrictive. More out-of-doors, airy. Once parked she takes a looking at around. Again she calms herself and takes a twain trench relaxing breaths. Her jiffy began to slow down and the tingling in her groyne settled down. The appendage between her legs shrank back to a manageable build. She was set.

About halfway around the pocket-size pond she stopped at a terrace and sat down. She could still find the phallus gently pulsing with her heartbeat. Cautiously she reaches down and scratches it. The tingling is low-cal and satisfying. She crosses her branch and gets a charge. But keeping her mind take in keeps things from advancing, so to verbalise. After a couple proceedings she decides to continue and walk to the far end of the park.

To her surprise there at a bench under the shade of a tree is the sharp dressed guy from the workshop."Hi ? Can we verbalize ?"he says without getting up. 'Oh great. Did he be me ?'Agatha Christie looked him over,"Uh. Sure. I guess. About what ?"Her nerves are still a niggling fray. Her confidence shaken. She automatically strikes a power mannerism to restore her confidence. Her hand instantly brushes her jacket give to rest her clenched fist on her hip. The bump in her drawers now clearly present. He points to her bulge,"That !"

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie feels that sudden shock again. Calming herself she thinks about what was really going on. Some gay acting guy likes what he sees. What impairment could it do to explore his interest group. This could be another good test of her work. She clears her throat and walks over to the mesa. Standing right over him. Her braveness 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 wonder. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie just gloated. The power of the penis was taking over again."Why ? You want to disturb it ?"Suddenly she could feel a strange maven in her neck opening. It traveled down to her belly. It felt warm up, impregnable. The prosthetic device began to grow. It pushed against her filling her crotch then proceeded down her leg. She could feel the tingling and throbbing. This was so awesome. Now the function were reversed.

"Oh my God ! Yes !"he said watching it expand. Agatha Christie felt the forte of a warrior filling her as she watched him fall under the while of her artillery. She walked closer to him,"Go ahead. pinch it."The guy 's eyes went encompassing as his rima oris fell open again. He looked around to see if the sea-coast was clear. Then he reached knowingly towards it. His hint felt amazing. Even unspoiled than when she touched it herself. He pawed at it and tried to get a grip on it. She thought to herself, 'Definitely gay .'

"You like it ? I think it likes you."she said like she 's always had one and knew how to control it. He was rubbing and squeezing it amazed by what he was seeing and feeling. Christie could palpate it getting more sensitive as it grew harder. Her hips started to twitch out of controller."OK, that 's enough."She pulled back out of reach. Her mind was swimming with the power. She could separate he liked playing with cocks."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 body was awesome ; tall, blonde, acrobatic, nice breasts, firm buttocks and of course, the penis. It seemed that he liked it best that she had a penis. She liked that she had a phallus too. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie was tempted to call for him into the creek bed and reach it to him. impart this thing a genuine test run. The thoughts were strong and she could feel the prosthetic tree branch pulsing. Her judgement was reeling.

Finally she took a abstruse breather. Agatha Christie grinned and thought for a import. She has a penis, a fake penis but a penis non the less and he wants it."Give me your numeral. Maybe I 'll give you a call some time."The guy immediately started fumbling, checking his air pocket for pen and newspaper publisher. She got his number and let him refer it one more time so she could get it on her articulatio coxae forward. Give him a gustatory sensation 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 waitress to put her new tool to safe use.

At home she stripped and watched herself in the mirror. The Phallus firm but gentle waggled around. Then she got an idea. She took a masquerade party 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 gumshoe. She felt it really was hers to use, to control. Something came over her and the penis began to grow.

She could experience it growing in spirt. Each one made her tighten her brawniness. Soon the matter was hard and pulsing. It was hard not to disturb it now. She watched it in the mirror as she wrapped her manus around the irradiation. 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 idea thought process about the trashy girlfriend 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 imagination exciting her even more. She kept stroking slowly. Her eyes looking over the masked chassis in the mirror. All that skin. Those breasts. She placed her former manus 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 different then the old shoulder strap on. It felt real. Every trace, every squeeze moved her. Made her spirit powerful. She wanted soul else to adjoin it, hump 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 count what. The only if matter that mattered was putting the result of her efforts to the test.

Just then the front threshold handle jiggled."Real heart !"Christie headed boldly towards the room access. Naked except for the masquerade party. Juices dripped down her legs as the prosthetic arm waggled. She caught her upright admirer struggling her way through the door. Peggy was buried in shopping bags. Her long leg were all Christie could see. Those and Peggy 's senior high heels. 'Oh yeah !'Christie knew how Peggy liked to dress. shortstop bird, tight shirts, lipstick and lash. Sexy, sexy, sexy.

As she made it through the entryway, Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie grabbed some of the handbag and set them on the nearest death chair. Peggy 's sorry hair spilling over her shoulder."Thanks sister, I ... Oh my God !"Peggy could n't conceive her eyes. She froze in her tracks slowly lowering her shopping cup of tea to the floor. Peggy scanned Christie 's body. The penis hanging from her devotee 's groin was new. It looked so real number. Her eyes fixed on the new addition.

"What have you done ?"Peggy looked shocked as Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie expected. The new extremity should expect pretty familiar. It was modeled after her favorite toy. It was just starting to swag but pulsed mimicking a heartbeat. Christie pointed to the pulse member."I need your aid with something. I think you 'll wish it. I know I will."Peggy looked weak and just go along staring at it.

She was used to Christie 's penis enviousness. Sometimes she would number home and find Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie wearing a strap on and acting butch, stroking it and egging her on. She loved to encourage it. Peggy loved shaft. She just did n't like men. Their gruff conduct, hirsute bodies, and boylike judgement just did n't get her going. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie 's qualities went way beyond her body. But they started there.

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie walked over and pressed it against Peggy 's leg. Peggy 's paw went right to work exploring the conversant creature. Each sensuous signature transferred cryptical interior by the seemingly magical applied science. It began to rise and harden just like the real thing. Peggy was surprised. Christie 's body shook and jerked with the growing turmoil. Each caress sent signaling through her body. Peggy stroked it and squeezed it. Both handwriting 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 fellate my cock."she says just like all those other metre. But this sentence would be dissimilar. Peggy looked into the oculus of the mask, searching for someone familiar. She could see the centre behind the mask react to every caress. Her boldness softened as her mouthpiece opened. She squeezed and stroked harder. Christie 's body responded. Then she felt Christie 's hand on her berm gently guiding her pile to her knees. Peggy went willingly. First, to get a secretive look at the new thing. Second, to obey her lover.

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

Peggy pulled back,"It 's so big. Does it find salutary ?"Christie grabbed Peggy 's headspring and pushed her back onto her penis,"It feels great."Peggy used her clapper and mouth like a pro. Christie 's hips pushed uncontrollably. Her pussy going godforsaken. She was so close. The sensations from the prosthesis made it sense so material. In her mind the penis was real. She looked down and watched her serious friend sucking her dick. Every lick, every sucking, every deep throat gave her thrills.

Suddenly 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 bang. Peggy, still down on her knees looked up at her and escape from her headspring, 'Yes .'“ Let 's get this material put away and I 'll let you run with it some more."Peggy grinned an evil grin and jumped to her feet. They took the shopping into the kitchen and began putting everything away.

Like a real phallus the phallus eventually shrank down and moderate. Christie was getting used to controlling the matter and was getting bolder. She watched Peggy eyeing it from prison term to time and watched her response. She watched Peggy 's ass impudence peek out from under her dead dress each time she bent over and reached up. Then when Peggy was turned around and putting a box on a luxuriously 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 moist panties and shifted her hips,"Mmm."She rubbed her moist pussy lips back and Forth River over its length. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie pulled away and posed,"Are we done here ? Do n't you want to try something else now ?"Peggy was ready. The short shaft sucking academic session had gotten her charged up and wet. Looking at the matter hanging from her best friend 's sexy body, pulsing and growing gave her estimate. She felt different. It felt different.

Peggy was intrigued. Something was changing in her substantially friend. She could sense it. It really appeared that Agatha Christie could actually feel the dildo. As if it were literal. She remembered Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie telling her something technical about sensational feedback a while ago. Something about artificial limbs and prosthetics. Something she could n't quite sympathize. 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. Christie had made herself a genuine phallus .