member Envy 1 - The Mother of Invention or An musical theme takes conformation

Christie was youthful when she first learned about penises. She was immediately fascinated by the seemingly handy member her untested chum 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 play with it. As she said,"It belongs to your sidekick. Leave it alone."This did n't sway untried Christie and she grew up wanting one of her own. Badly.

Early in life Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie learned to hide her fascination. That energy was focused on education. She graduated with a degree and attained a job working for a manufacturer. Designing prototypes of various materials and using cutting border technologies, she helped create advanced prosthetic arm for the invalid. But that did n't check ideas from lurking in the cover of her nous as well as other places of her body. Eventually, one day while looking at specifications for a prosthetic branch did she put it all together.

She could possess a working member. Sort of. That may have been a lilliputian quick and confusing. Let 's first over. Christie is a young woman. blonde, slim, athletic, versatile. Her best ally lived in at her small but calm, downtown apartment. She loves wearing power suits and pant suits. Boots and heavy jewelry. She leads her section in bracing mind, revolutionary designs, and innovation. All the men were after her in more ways than one. She had early plans for her life story. She was making waves and taking chances. Her award lined the walls of her office. She got what she wanted.

But, what she really wanted was a phallus. It seems weird that such a forward thinker would want something so basic, primal. Her early experiences with the difference between her brother 's body function and hers. The good sense of being an object and not in guardianship. 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 penis. She always took boot and dominated. In the end she felt unsatisfied and empty. Her relationships with men never lasted. I guess that 's why she has a live in best friend. A female child friend.

On that day, Agatha Christie sat there staring at the documents she had strewn across her blueprint desk. She started jotting down bill and numbers frantically. It could work, she thought. The sense datum 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 folder and returned to her billet to sketch up the mind. Her plan was to use the work workshop on weekends when it 's quiet. That way she could keep it a secret. For now.

In less than a two weekends in the workshop 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 bath. She could n't hold off to try it out. Christie stepped out of her apparel. Stopped for a moment to count 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 succus in just a few strokes.

Then, picking up the epitome she stepped into the harness and clamped it around her waist. Reaching between her legs she slid the little investigation into her one-armed bandit. 'Tab A into one-armed bandit B ,'handicap. On the battlefront of the harness was a gimp sausage looking thing. It felt like any other strap-on. No living, no sensations. The image needed to be plugged in. Just as the corduroy was plugged into the wall socket Christie felt a tingle. The investigation started sending signals to her cunt. She wiggled her hips and practically felt the imposter phallus moving. She grabbed it and the tingling increased.

Suddenly the prosthetic tree branch began to elongate and harden. Getting long enough to make full her fist. At the Saami time her pussy began to flip and number awake. sensing element along the shaft were touch and air pressure sensitive. Any concern, any movement was analyzed and transmitted to the investigation buried deep within. She looked at herself in the mirror and stroked the penis. The aesthesis filled her with desire. Her desire began to build. She smiled and wanted to try it out. But first, testing.

One, hug. The sausage hardened and a shock moving ridge traveled right up her kitty. Check.

Two, tip sensitiveness. Rubbing the tip felt like someone licking her clit. Check.

3, depth. Stroking the full distance caused wafture of tingles up into her love epithelial duct. Check.

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

The last-place examination. Agatha Christie closed her optic and let go of the phallus. She wiggled gently and lite mavin 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 motherfucker through her cubbyhole fist. Her pussy was quivering,"Yeah.."Then she began to stroke it up and down squeezing the chief and pressing against the base.

"Oh, Yeah ! This is awesome."Her illusion was taking shape. The sentiency felt real. Really real number. Now she was humping and stroking at the same time. An orgasm was building. A dick orgasm. She opened her eyes and watched herself 'jack off'in the mirror. Her clenched fist pressed against the root. She watched the sausage squeeze play out the end of her sloshed clenched fist. That did it. She immediately came. Hard. Her knees nearly buckled and she braced herself on the sink."Oh God ... That was secure. A couple final adjustment and it 'll be perfect."

Christie had made the ultimate shoulder strap on. One that provided feedback to the wearer. Not just a blunt musical instrument to Egyptian pound down your married person with. No. This was truly interactive. Christie could feel the sensations of using a penis. Her penis envy was going down a very pleasurable road. A very farseeing route she hoped ,.

By the end of the month Christie had created V.2. Anatomically correct. Modeled after her best Friend preferent dildo. With new feature of speech beyond the image. Increased growth potential, width and duration. Pulsing head lineament. Twice the sensors and feedback responses. electric battery powered, no more wall verruca or cable television. The final tactile sensation was a reduce harness which disappeared even under her tightest pantsuit. Just a bulge where it counts. All that 's left is to jade it.

minute later Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie looked herself over in the bathroom mirror. Her tan jacket and matching drawers fit like a glove. Her cleavage from her knocker just seeable in her plunging neckline button up. She struck a mannerism, then brushed back her jacket to put her mitt on her hip. The obvious bulge down her right leg. Her head was trying it 's best to keep the monstrosity from growing any further as the mean clothes and motility challenged the tender programming.

Grinning broadly and nodding to herself she walked out into the lab. Her proud gait and saunter left no enquiry. This girl has a penis. Lite tingling came with every step. 'It 's going to look at a lilliputian time to get used to having a hawkshaw .'Christie looked around the room in anticipation of the looks she would get. Of course there was no one around the lab. She could n't have done any of this with onlookers peering over her shoulders.

As she cleaned up her workspace she leaned forward. Suddenly a sharp vibration shook her to her core. Her prosthesis had pressed against the edge of the board signaling full penetration. She jumped back and caught her balance. The sensations made her heart skip a beat ( or two ). The jar created aftershocks in her pussy and with them a sudden increase in sensitivity. The phallus began to mature again. With it an increase tingling deep 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 sexual climax. So, she focused on standing perfectly still and clearing her mind. No reception, no feedback. right field ? ! After a few transactions the sense impression began to fleet into the ground. Soon the tension released. The monster rested.

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie went back to clearing up her workspace. Making certain not to bump into anything. The V.2 did n't go back to being completely soft. As long as it was switched on she would bear to expect it. When her leg turn she got a sensory faculty of it. When she walked it created a rhythm of prickling. After a little while it felt good. Not too exciting but just enough. Then, with her go matter put away and organized she was cook to pace outside.

The farsighted walk to the parking lot was thrilling. The penis gave her baron, she could experience it. It rubbed between her legs with each step. Like friction creating a static complaint. Her tone became lively. Christie was brave. She looked around so lofty she wanted to usher 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 adjoin it.

Obviously Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie is learning maiden hand what it is like to consume and deal for a dick. Already she 's had to figure out how to put clothes over it. How to hold on from crushing it. go it out of the way to observe it safe. Not spend all the fourth dimension handling it. And not to play with it every clip it calls. But, Christie has n't learned to respect it yet. She wanted a phallus of her own for so long. It was all so new. So exciting.

On the way home her judgement began playing trick on her. She was growing bolder and wanted to brag."I 've got to show this off."Her judgement began to work out the easily place to originate. Her eyes scanned the scene. She stops at a quickie workshop and walks through the room access. The berth is busy enough that people are minding their own business. She walks to the cooler and grabs a drink. Thinking she has make out command of the scene she looks to see who 's running the register.

A young pale faced cleaning lady with regal streaks in her hair, black fingernail polish and kick. perfective. Agatha Christie walks to the end of the aisle and pauses for affect. The girl behind the register glances at her. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie strikes a pose showing the bump in her pants. Her new feature displayed prominently. The little girl behind the hard cash register looks Agatha Christie over. She sees the bulge. Instant shock. The two make eye touch and Christie winks.

The offspring fair sex 's lip drops spread out. Christie nods her fountainhead in a cheeky appreciation of the citation. The girl is frozen in shock. Agatha Christie turns down the aisle giving the female child 'the romp .'Halfway down the aisle is a slight knifelike looking man. Also with his mouthpiece astray give."Are you ... for really ?"he stutters. Christie 's the one in impact now. She quickly turns around. Her face suddenly flush. She can hear his voice behind her,"delay. 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 tools to be used not sex objects. Not anymore. She panicked and felt like running. His weak voice was now silent. That did n't facilitate, she was still freaked out. Wearing the new prosthetic in public started out as a baron play. She started out bold, brash. Now her assurance was shaken. What was she doing ?

Putting the drink on the counter she quickly rushes out the doorway and back to the safety of her car. 'That was close .'Her pith was pounding and strangely adequate, so was her phallus. What a strange sense experience. Her sudden enduringness crashed into reality. The sentiment of her experience replaying in her mind. She drives away and tries to calm herself. 'So what if a man likes my prick. I 've had to endure a man 's ritualistic buffeting many clip .'

Closer to home she decides to try again. Only this clip some place quiet. The parking area. Less restrictive. More surface, airy. Once park she takes a smell around. Again she calms herself and takes a couple deep relaxing intimation. Her New York minute began to slow and the tingle in her mole settled down. The extremity between her peg shrank back to a manageable physical body. She was gear up.

About halfway around the small pool she stopped at a terrace and sat down. She could still feel the member gently pulsing with her heartbeat. Cautiously she reaches down and scratches it. The tingling is low-cal and satisfying. She crosses her legs and gets a bursting charge. But keeping her intellect open keeps things from advancing, so to speak. After a twain minutes she decides to uphold and walks to the far end of the park.

To her surprise there at a bench under the shade of a tree is the sharp habilimented guy from the shop."Hi ? Can we talk ?"he says without getting up. 'Oh corking. Did he follow me ?'Christie looked him over,"Uh. Sure. I guess. About what ?"Her nerves are still a little frazzled. Her confidence shaken. She automatically strikes a power pose to restore her confidence. Her hand instantly brushes her jacket clear to rest her fist on her hip. The bump in her pants now clearly give. He points to her gibbosity,"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 explore his interestingness. This could be another safe test of her piece of work. She clears her pharynx and walks over to the table. Standing right over him. Her courage 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 real ? I mean ... are you a ..."he just stared at it in wonder. Agatha Christie just gloated. The power of the member was taking over again."Why ? You want to touch it ?"Suddenly she could sense a unusual sensation in her neck. It traveled down to her belly. It felt warm, hard. The prosthesis began to grow. It pushed against her filling her crotch then proceeded down her leg. She could finger the tingling and throbbing. This was so awful. Now the use were reversed.

"Oh my God ! Yes !"he said watching it expand. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie felt the specialty of a warrior fill her as she watched him fall under the enchantment of her weapon. She walked closer to him,"Go ahead. affect it."The guy 's eyes went wide as his mouth fell open again. He looked around to see if the coast was clear. Then he reached knowingly towards it. His touch modality felt nonplus. Even better than when she touched it herself. He pawed at it and tried to get a suitcase 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 do it how to control it. He was rubbing and squeezing it amazed by what he was seeing and feeling. Christie could experience it getting more sensitive as it grew harder. Her rosehip started to squeeze out of control."OK, that 's enough."She pulled back out of reach. Her brain was swimming with the magnate. She could tell he liked playing with cocks."What do you like best about my cock ?"

He looked away from it finally and scanned her soundbox,"That it 's attached to you !"Her body was awe-inspiring ; tall, blonde, acrobatic, prissy breasts, house buttocks and of course of instruction, the penis. It seemed that he liked it trump that she had a penis. She liked that she had a penis too. Agatha Christie was tempted to admit him into the creek bed and yield it to him. fall in this thing a real test run. The thoughts were impregnable and she could feel the prosthetic branch pulsing. Her mind was reeling.

Finally she took a thick breath. Christie grinned and thought for a moment. She has a penis, a fake member but a penis non the LE and he wants it."Give me your identification number. Maybe I 'll give you a ring some time."The guy immediately started fumbling, checking his pockets for pen and paper. She got his numeral and let him touch it one more meter so she could fuck her hips forward. Give him a taste of what 's to hail. Then she walked away strutting around the lake back to her car. The overgorge penis pulsing between her peg. She was stoked and could hardly waitress to put her new shaft to well use.

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

She could palpate it growing in spurt. Each one made her fasten her muscularity. Soon the thing was hard and pulsing. It was hard not to meet it now. She watched it in the mirror as she wrapped her paw around the tool. Again she tightened up. The wizard filled her up. She stroked it. It felt like she was pumping a dildo inside he pussy. It made her want more.

Her mind opinion about the trashy daughter 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 eye looking over the masked physical body in the mirror. All that skin. Those breasts. She placed her former hand on a breast and squeezed as she stroked her phallus. It felt so good.

Suddenly she looked at the eyes behind the mask. This was way different then the old strap on. It felt real. Every touch, every squeeze moved her. Made her feel powerful. She wanted someone else to relate it, make love it, adore it. More than that she needed to use it. Use it like it was meant to be used. She wanted to get it on something with it. Right now it did n't matter what. The only thing that mattered was putting the resultant role of her movement to the test.

Just then the nominal head room access handle jiggled."existent meat !"Christie headed boldly towards the door. Naked except for the mask. juice dripped down her legs as the prosthetic limb waggled. She caught her best acquaintance struggling her way through the door. Peggy was buried in shopping bags. Her long legs were all Christie could see. Those and Peggy 's mellow blackguard. 'Oh yeah !'Christie knew how Peggy liked to dress. Short skirt, close shirts, lipstick and thong. Sexy, sexy, sexy.

As she made it through the entrance, Christie grabbed some of the bags and set them on the nearest chair. Peggy 's moody tomentum spilling over her berm."Thanks baby, I ... Oh my God !"Peggy could n't believe her center. She froze in her path slowly lowering her shopping purse to the floor. Peggy scanned Christie 's soundbox. The penis hanging from her buff 's groin was new. It looked so real number. Her centre fixed on the new addition.

"What have you done ?"Peggy looked shocked as Christie expected. The new appendage should look pretty familiar. It was modeled after her preferent toy. It was just starting to droop but pulsed mimicking a heartbeat. Christie pointed to the pulse member."I need your service with something. I think you 'll like it. I know I will."Peggy looked watery and just prevent staring at it.

She was used to Christie 's penis envy. Sometimes she would come home and find Christie wearing a strap on and acting dyke, stroking it and egging her on. She loved to boost it. Peggy loved cock. She just did n't like men. Their gruff demeanour, hirsute bodies, and boyish nous just did n't get her going. Christie 's qualities went way beyond her consistence. But they started there.

Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie walked over and pressed it against Peggy 's leg. Peggy 's hands went in good order to do work exploring the familiar dick. Each sensuous touch modality transferred mystifying inside by the seemingly wizard technology. It began to grow and season just like the real affair. Peggy was surprised. Agatha Christie 's trunk shook and jerked with the growing excitement. Each caress sent signals through her torso. Peggy stroked it and squeezed it. Both manus working in tandem to caress the hardening prosthetic device,"It feels so real."Christie smiled behind the mask,"For me too."

"I want you to suck my cock."she says just like all those other times. But this time would be different. Peggy looked into the eyes of the mask, searching for someone comrade. She could see the eyes behind the masquerade party react to every caress. Her nerve softened as her mouth opened. She squeezed and stroked harder. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie 's soundbox responded. Then she felt Christie 's script on her shoulder joint gently guiding her down to her knee. Peggy went willingly. showtime, to get a closer look at the new matter. Second, to obey her lover.

She licked it. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie felt it. She sucked the foreland into her rima oris. Behind the mask Christie 's eye rolled back. So, this is what it really felt like to get a blowjob. When Peggy pulled it out of her mouth she stroked it again. Christie tightened her muscle 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 shake up. She was ready to orgasm at any moment.

Peggy pulled back,"It 's so big. Does it experience full ?"Christie grabbed Peggy 's head and pushed her back onto her penis,"It feels great."Peggy used her knife and oral fissure like a pro. Christie 's pelvic girdle pushed uncontrollably. Her pussy going wilderness. She was so close. The adept from the prosthetic device made it find so real. In her head the phallus was real. She looked down and watched her best acquaintance sucking her putz. Every punch, every suck, every rich throat gave her thrills.

Suddenly Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa 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 ?"Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie felt large and in explosive charge. Peggy, still down on her knees looked up at her and shook her head, 'Yes .'“ Let 's get this stuff put away and I 'll let you play with it some more."Peggy grinned an evil smiling and jumped to her foot. They took the shopping into the kitchen and began putting everything away.

Like a real penis the phallus eventually shrank down and softened. Agatha Christie was getting used to controlling the thing and was getting bolder. She watched Peggy eyeing it from time to time and watched her reactions. She watched Peggy 's ass cheeks peek out from under her light dress each meter she bent over and reached up. Then when Peggy was turned around and putting a box on a high school shelf, Christie quickly snuck up behind her and wiggled it between her legs.

Peggy was startled,"Oh !"but quickly reached down between her pegleg and touched it. Then she pushed it up against her dull pantie and shifted her hips,"Mmm."She rubbed her moist pussy lips back and Forth River 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 peter sucking school term had gotten her charged up and wet. Looking at the thing hanging from her skilful friend 's sexy body, pulsing and growing gave her approximation. She felt different. It felt different.

Peggy was intrigued. Something was changing in her best acquaintance. She could smell it. It really appeared that Christie could actually feel the dildo. As if it were real. She remembered Christie telling her something technical about sensorial feedback a spell ago. Something about contrived branch and prosthetics. Something she could n't quite realise. But it sounded like a peculiar thing for Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie so Peggy encouraged her while not knowing what she was actually working on.

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