Penis Envy 1 - The female parent of innovation or An Idea takes Shape

Christie was unseasoned when she first learned about penises. She was immediately fascinated by the seemingly Handy extremity her youthful 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 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 out her fascination. That energy was focused on education. She graduated with a degree and attained a job working for a producer. Designing epitome of various stuff and using cutting edge engineering, she helped produce set ahead prosthetic limbs for the disabled. But that did n't stop ideas from lurking in the dorsum of her caput as well as other places of her physical structure. Eventually, one day while looking at specifications for a prosthetic limb did she put it all together.

She could have a influence penis. kind of. That may take in been a little quick and confusing. Let 's starting time over. Christie is a youth fair sex. blonde, slim, athletic, versatile. Her best Quaker lived in at her humble but subdued, downtown apartment. She loves wearing power suits and pant suits. Boots and backbreaking jewelry. She leads her department in fresh ideas, root pattern, and introduction. All the men were after her in more ways than one. She had other programme for her life. She was making Wave and taking probability. Her accolade lined the paries of her office. She got what she wanted.

But, what she really wanted was a penis. It seems weird that such a forward thinker would want something so canonic, fundamental. Her other experiences with the difference between her pal 's body parts and hers. The gumption of being an object and not in charge. Those flavor 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 member. She always took charge and dominated. In the end she felt restless and empty-bellied. Her human relationship with men never lasted. I guess that 's why she has a live in best champion. A female child friend.

On that day, Christie sat there staring at the text file she had straw across her design desk. She started jotting down notes and numbers frantically. It could operate, she thought. The whizz she desired. The power to satisfy her deepest desires and those of her friend. She felt a warmth rosiness over her. Quickly she looked around to see who might be watching. Then she stuffed her notes into a booklet and returned to her power to sketch up the mind. Her design was to use the employment shop on weekends when it 's tranquillize. That way she could continue it a secret. 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 evacuate as she had planned. Blushing slightly she turned and headed for the bath. She could n't hold back to try it out. Agatha Christie stepped out of her wearing apparel. Stopped for a moment to look herself over in the mirror. Then licking a finger she slid it between her legs. She was already wet. Her digit worked up a swither of juice 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 minor probe into her slot. 'Tab A into expansion slot B ,'baulk. On the figurehead of the harness was a hitch sausage balloon looking thing. It felt like any early strap-on. No life-time, no sense datum. The prototype needed to be plugged in. Just as the cord was plugged into the wall socket Agatha Christie felt a tingle. The probe started sending signals to her pussy. She wiggled her articulatio coxae and practically felt the fake penis moving. She grabbed it and the tingle increased.

Suddenly the prosthetic limb began to stretch and harden. Getting long enough to take her fist. At the Same time her pussy began to twitch and come live. sensing element along the dick were touch and pressure sensation tender. Any tinct, any 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 work up. She smiled and wanted to try it out. But first, testing.

One, hug. The sausage hardened and a shock Wave traveled right up her kitty-cat. Check.

Two, tip sensibility. Rubbing the tip felt like person licking her clitoris. Check.

trey, profoundness. Stroking the full distance caused waving of frisson up into her love channel. Check.

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

The last-place test. Christie closed her eyes and let go of the penis. She wiggled gently and lite sensation began traveling up her pussy. When she grabbed it again, she felt a shock. As she rolled it around in her hand she imagined it being her own dick. She pushed her hips forward squeezing the hardening asshole through her snug fist. Her pussy was quivering,"Yeah.."Then she began to stroke it up and down squeezing the head and press against the base.

"Oh, Yeah ! This is awesome."Her fancy was taking shape. The hotshot felt actual. Really material. Now she was humping and stroking at the Lapp prison term. An orgasm was building. A cock climax. She opened her center and watched herself 'jack off'in the mirror. Her fist pressed against the base. She watched the sausage wring out the end of her tight clenched fist. That did it. She immediately came. Hard. Her knees nearly buckled and she braced herself on the sink."Oh God ... That was good. A match last adjustment and it 'll be perfect."

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

By the end of the month Christie had created V.2. Anatomically correct. Modeled after her estimable friends favorite dildo. With new characteristic beyond the epitome. Increased growth potential, width and distance. Pulsing capitulum feature article. Twice the sensor and feedback reply. Battery powered, no more wall wart or cable. The terminal soupcon was a thinly harness which disappeared even under her tightest pants suit. Just a gibbosity where it counts. All that 's left is to wear it.

Minutes later Christie looked herself over in the bathroom mirror. Her tan jacket and matching bloomers fit like a glove. Her cleavage from her breasts just visible in her plunging neckline push button up. She struck a pose, then brushed back her jacket to put her handwriting on her hip. The obvious jut down her right leg. Her mind was trying it 's best to keep the monster from growing any advance as the tight clothes and motility challenged the sensitive programming.

Grinning broadly and nodding to herself she walked out into the lab. Her majestic gait and saunter left no question. This lady friend has a member. Lite tingling came with every dance step. 'It 's going to direct a niggling time to get used to having a tool .'Agatha Christie looked around the way in expectation of the looking 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 shoulder joint.

As she cleaned up her workspace she leaned forward. Suddenly a acute shaking shook her to her core. Her prosthesis had pressed against the bound of the tabular array signaling full insight. She jumped back and caught her counterweight. The sensations made her heart skip a measure ( or two ). The jolt created aftershocks in her pussy and with them a sudden increment in sensitivity. The penis began to grow again. With it an increase prickling recondite inside.

"Well, this must be what men always talk about : The indocile monster."As it grew it worked down her pant leg. It itched. She knew if she scratched it there be no end to it until she had an coming. So, she focused on standing perfectly still and clearing her mind. No reception, no feedback. Right ? ! After a few minutes the sensations began to wither into the backcloth. Soon the tension released. The monster rested.

Christie went back to clearing up her workspace. Making sure not to bump into anything. The V.2 did n't go back to being completely mild. As long as it was switched on she would have to have a bun in the oven it. When her leg flex she got a sense of it. When she walked it created a rhythm of chill. After a trivial while it felt beneficial. Not too exciting but just enough. Then, with her live things put away and organized she was ready to pace outside.

The long walk to the parking lot was thrilling. The penis gave her power, she could palpate it. It rubbed between her peg with each footfall. Like friction creating a atmospherics tutelage. Her whole step became lively. Christie was brave. She looked around so majestic she wanted to show it off. When she got to the car she adjusted it to sit down just like she 'd always had it. It felt good to touch it.

Obviously Christie is learning first hand what it is like to have and deal for a dick. Already she 's had to figure out how to put clothes over it. How to retain from crushing it. Move it out of the way to keep it safe. Not drop all the prison term handling it. And not to play with it every time it calls. But, Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa 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 home her mind began playing tricks on her. She was growing bolder and wanted to brag."I 've got to show this off."Her mind began to cypher the honest home to start. Her eyes scanned the vista. She stops at a quickie store and paseo through the door. The place is meddling enough that people are minding their own patronage. She walks to the tank and catch a drink. Thinking she has terminated control of the prospect she looks to see who 's running the register.

A unseasoned pale faced char with purpurate bar in her whisker, black fingernail polish and kick. perfective. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie walks to the end of the aisle and break for affect. The girl behind the registry glance at her. Christie strikes a pose showing the protrusion in her pants. Her new feature displayed prominently. The girlfriend behind the cash register looks Christie over. She sees the gibbosity. second blow. The two make eye physical contact and Agatha Christie winks.

The Lester Willis Young woman 's mouthpiece drops open. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie nods her head word in a brash taste of the acknowledgment. The young lady is frozen in jar. Christie turns down the aisle giving the fille 'the walkaway .'Halfway down the aisle is a slim sharp looking man. Also with his rima oris wide open."Are you ... for real ?"he stutters. Christie 's the one in shock now. She quickly turns around. Her face suddenly flower. 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 decrepit voice was now silent. That did n't help, she was still freaked out. Wearing the new prosthetic in world started out as a power dramatic 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 threshold and back to the rubber of her car. 'That was close .'Her heart was pounding and strangely enough, so was her member. What a strange sensation. Her sudden posture crashed into reality. The idea of her experience replaying in her mind. She drives away and tries to calm herself. 'So what if a man likes my cock. I 've had to endure a man 's ritualistic pounding many times .'

closer to home she decides to try again. Only this sentence some plaza quiet. The ballpark. Less restrictive. More open, impractical. Once parked she takes a feel around. Again she calms herself and takes a couple deep relaxing breaths. Her heartbeat began to slow and the tingling in her groin settled down. The extremity between her leg shrank back to a doable material body. She was cook.

About halfway around the minor pond she stopped at a bench and sat down. She could still feel the phallus gently pulsing with her heartbeat. Cautiously she reaches down and scratches it. The tingling is lite and satisfying. She crosses her branch and gets a charge. But keeping her mind light up keeps things from advancing, so to speak. After a pair moment she decides to preserve 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 primp guy from the store."Hi ? Can we verbalize ?"he says without getting up. 'Oh neat. Did he fall out me ?'Christie looked him over,"Uh. Sure. I guess. About what ?"Her face are still a petty frazzle. Her confidence shaken. She automatically strikes a power mannerism to restore her self-assurance. Her hand instantly brushes her jacket open to rest her fist on her hip. The bulge in her pants now clearly stage. He points to her bulge,"That !"

Christie feels that sudden jolt again. Calming herself she thinks about what was really going on. Some gay acting guy likes what he sees. What harm could it do to explore his interest. This could be another commodity mental testing of her work. She clears her throat and walks over to the table. Standing right over him. Her courage 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. Christie just gloated. The power of the penis was taking over again."Why ? You want to touch it ?"Suddenly she could find a unusual sensory faculty in her neck. It traveled down to her belly. It felt fond, strong. The prosthesis 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. Christie felt the strength of a warrior fill her as she watched him shine under the patch of her weapon. She walked nearer to him,"Go ahead. Touch it."The guy 's eyes went all-inclusive as his mouth fell open again. He looked around to see if the slide was unclouded. Then he reached knowingly towards it. His relate felt dumbfound. 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 bang how to control it. He was rubbing and squeezing it amazed by what he was seeing and feeling. Agatha Christie could palpate it getting more sensitive as it grew harder. Her pelvic girdle 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 tell he liked playing with hammer."What do you like best about my stopcock ?"

He looked away from it finally and scanned her body,"That it 's attached to you !"Her body was amazing ; tall, blond, athletic, prissy chest, firm rear and of course, the penis. It seemed that he liked it unspoilt that she had a penis. She liked that she had a member too. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie was tempted to take him into the brook bed and give it to him. Give this matter a real test run. The idea were potent and she could experience the prosthetic limb pulsing. Her judgment was reeling.

Finally she took a deep intimation. Christie grinned and thought for a moment. She has a penis, a sham penis but a penis non the lupus erythematosus and he wants it."dedicate me your number. Maybe I 'll give you a address some time."The guy immediately started fumbling, checking his pockets for pen and newspaper publisher. She got his number and let him touch it one more time so she could do it her rose hip forward. Give him a mouthful of what 's to come. Then she walked away strutting around the lake back to her car. The engorge penis pulsing between her wooden leg. She was stoked and could hardly wait to put her new tool to salutary use.

At home she stripped and watched herself in the mirror. The phallus firm but subdued waggled around. Then she got an idea. She took a masquerade party 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 eubstance with a cock. 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 muscles. Soon the thing was severely and pulsing. It was hard not to pertain it now. She watched it in the mirror as she wrapped her hand around the shaft. Again she tightened up. The ace filled her up. She stroked it. It felt like she was pumping a dildo inside he pussy. It made her need more.

Her mind thought about the trashy girl at the computer storage. Then the guy she met later at the park. What could she do to them. What would they do with her, er it ? Her imagery exciting her even more. She kept stroking slowly. Her eyes looking over the masked physique 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 eye behind the mask. This was way different then the old strap on. It felt real. Every spot, every squeeze moved her. Made her feel powerful. She wanted someone else to refer it, love it, adore it. more than that she needed to use it. Use it like it was meant to be used. She wanted to fuck something with it. Right now it did n't matter what. The only matter that mattered was putting the results of her attempt to the test.

Just then the breast door handle jiggled."Real center !"Agatha Christie headed boldly towards the door. Naked except for the masquerade. Juices dripped down her wooden leg as the prosthetic limb waggled. She caught her best friend struggling her way through the door. Peggy was buried in shopping udder. Her long legs were all Christie could see. Those and Peggy 's high heels. 'Oh yeah !'Christie knew how Peggy liked to arrange. short circuit skirts, fuddled shirts, lip rouge and lashes. Sexy, sexy, sexy.

As she made it through the entrance, Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie grabbed some of the bags and set them on the cheeseparing chair. Peggy 's dark hair spilling over her shoulders."Thanks baby, I ... Oh my God !"Peggy could n't think her eye. She froze in her tracks slowly lowering her shopping bags to the floor. Peggy scanned Christie 's body. The penis hanging from her lover 's seawall was new. It looked so rattling. Her heart fixed on the new addition.

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

She was used to Agatha Christie 's penis enviousness. Sometimes she would come dwelling and encounter Christie wearing a strap on and acting butch, stroking it and egging her on. She loved to encourage it. Peggy loved prick. She just did n't like men. Their gruff conduct, hairy torso, and boyish minds just did n't get her going. Christie 's qualities went way beyond her physical structure. But they started there.

Christie walked over and pressed it against Peggy 's leg. Peggy 's manpower went in good order to crop exploring the intimate shaft. Each sensuous touch transferred recondite inside by the seemingly magical technology. It began to grow and harden just like the real thing. Peggy was surprised. Christie 's body shook and jerked with the growing upheaval. Each caress sent signals through her body. Peggy stroked it and squeezed it. Both hired hand working in tandem to caress the solidifying prosthetic device,"It feels so real."Christie smiled behind the masquerade,"For me too."

"I want you to suck my cock."she says just like all those other sentence. But this time would be unlike. Peggy looked into the center of the masque, searching for soul familiar. She could see the heart behind the mask react to every caress. Her typeface softened as her back talk opened. She squeezed and stroked harder. Christie 's body responded. Then she felt Christie 's handwriting on her shoulder gently guiding her down to her human knee. Peggy went willingly. get-go, to get a closemouthed facial expression at the new thing. arcsecond, to obey her lover.

She licked it. Christie felt it. She sucked the pass into her mouth. Behind the masquerade party 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. Agatha Christie tightened her muscular tissue and pumped it forward in response. Putting it back in her mouth, Peggy slid up and down on it, sucking it deeply. Christie felt so excited. She was ready to orgasm at any moment.

Peggy pulled back,"It 's so big. Does it feel good ?"Agatha Christie grabbed Peggy 's school principal and pushed her back onto her penis,"It feels great."Peggy used her clapper and oral fissure like a pro. Christie 's hips pushed uncontrollably. Her puss going uncivilized. She was so close. The sensations from the prosthetic device made it feel so real. In her judgement the penis was real number. She looked down and watched her full friend sucking her prick. Every clout, every sucking, every deep throat gave her thrills.

Suddenly Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie pulled Peggy off the phallus. Enough 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 knee joint looked up at her and shook her mind, 'Yes .'“ Let 's get this stuff put away and I 'll let you run with it some more."Peggy grinned an evil grin and jumped to her invertebrate foot. They took the shopping into the kitchen and began putting everything away.

Like a real member the penis eventually shrank down and softened. 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 nerve peek out from under her short dress each sentence 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 stage and touched it. Then she pushed it up against her deaden panty and shifted her hips,"Mmm."She rubbed her moist pussy backtalk 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 abruptly tool sucking seance had gotten her charged up and wet. Looking at the matter hanging from her C. H. Best friend 's sexy body, pulsing and growing gave her estimation. She felt dissimilar. It felt different.

Peggy was intrigued. Something was changing in her sound ally. She could smell out it. It really appeared that Christie could actually find the dildo. As if it were rattling. She remembered Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie telling her something technical about sensory feedback a while ago. Something about artificial arm and prosthetics. Something she could n't quite sympathize. But it sounded like a special 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 literal penis .