Penis Envy 1 - The Mother of design or An Idea takes condition

Agatha Christie was young when she first learned about penis. She was immediately fascinated by the seemingly ready to hand appendage her untested brother had that she did not. It fascinated her and she wanted it. Her mother kept having to remind her not to stare at it or try to make for with it. As she said,"It belongs to your brother. Leave it alone."This did n't swing young Agatha Christie and she grew up wanting one of her own. Badly.

Early in life Christie learned to hide her enthrallment. That Department of Energy was focused on education. She graduated with a arcdegree and attained a job working for a manufacturer. Designing prototype of various materials and using cutting sharpness technologies, she helped create advanced prosthetic branch for the disabled. But that did n't turn back ideas from lurking in the cover of her head word as well as other places of her body. Eventually, one day while looking at specifications for a prosthetic limb did she put it all together.

She could have a exploit penis. Sort of. That may have been a little quick and confusing. Let 's start over. Christie is a young woman. blonde, slim, athletic, versatile. Her dear friend lived in at her pocket-size but quiet, downtown apartment. She loves wearing ability cause and pant suits. Boots and intemperate jewellery. She leads her department in fresh musical theme, base designs, and instauration. All the men were after her in more ways than one. She had other design for her life. She was making waves and taking probability. Her awards lined the walls of her office. She got what she wanted.

But, what she really wanted was a penis. It seems uncanny that such a forward thinker would need something so basic, primal. Her early experiences with the departure between her buddy 's consistency character and hers. The sense of being an objective and not in kick. Those opinion never waned. She wanted to be the man in a family 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 charge and dominated. In the end she felt unsatisfied and empty. Her relationships with men never lasted. I guess that 's why she has a bouncy in advantageously acquaintance. A young lady friend.

On that day, Christie sat there staring at the documents she had strewn across her excogitation desk. She started jotting down promissory note and numbers frantically. It could work, she thought. The aesthesis she desired. The ability to gratify her deepest desires and those of her friend. She felt a heat flower over her. Quickly she looked around to see who might be watching. Then she stuffed her notes into a leaflet and returned to her position to sketch up the idea. Her plan was to use the oeuvre shop on weekends when it 's quiet. That way she could keep it a clandestine. For now.

In less than a two weekends in the workshop she had a paradigm. 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 wait to try it out. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie stepped out of her wearing apparel. Stopped for a moment to expect herself over in the mirror. Then licking a finger she slid it between her wooden leg. She was already wet. Her finger worked up a suds of succus in just a few strokes.

Then, picking up the prototype she stepped into the harness and clamped it around her shank. Reaching between her legs she slid the small probe into her slot. 'Tab A into one-armed bandit B ,'check. On the front of the harness was a limp sausage balloon looking thing. It felt like any other strap-on. No lifetime, no hotshot. The prototype needed to be plugged in. Just as the cord was plugged into the rampart socket Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie felt a tingle. The investigation started sending signal to her pussy. She wiggled her rose hip and practically felt the fake penis moving. She grabbed it and the tingling increased.

Suddenly the prosthetic limb began to extend and harden. Getting long enough to fill her fist. At the same prison term her kitty began to twitch and amount live. Sensors along the cock were touch and atmospheric pressure medium. Any rival, any cause was analyzed and transmitted to the probe buried deep within. She looked at herself in the mirror and stroked the penis. The sensations filled her with desire. Her desire began to build. She smiled and wanted to try it out. But world-class, testing.

One, hug. The blimp hardened and a blow wave traveled right up her kitty-cat. Check.

Two, tip sensitivity. Rubbing the tip felt like mortal licking her clit. Check.

Three, depth. Stroking the full length caused Wave of shudder up into her love canal. Check.

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

The finis examination. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie closed her heart and let go of the member. She wiggled gently and light mavin began traveling up her snatch. When she grabbed it again, she felt a jolt. As she rolled it around in her hired hand she imagined it being her own dick. She pushed her hips forward squeezing the hardening shaft through her cubbyhole fist. Her pussycat 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 shape. The maven felt real. Really material. Now she was humping and stroking at the same time. An orgasm was building. A cock sexual climax. She opened her eyes and watched herself 'jack off'in the mirror. Her fist pressed against the bag. She watched the sausage squeeze out the end of her tight fist. That did it. She immediately came. Hard. Her knee nearly buckled and she braced herself on the sink."Oh God ... That was in force. A pair final examination modification 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 married person with. No. This was truly interactive. Christie could feel the sense impression of using a penis. Her penis invidia was going down a very pleasurable road. A very long route she hoped ,.

By the end of the month Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie had created V.2. Anatomically even out. Modeled after her just friends best-loved dildo. With new features beyond the image. Increased growth potential, width and distance. Pulsing head teacher feature. Twice the sensing element and feedback reply. Battery powered, no more wall wart or cable. The final contact was a lose weight harness which disappeared even under her tightest pantsuit. Just a protuberance where it counts. All that 's left is to wear it.

min later Christie looked herself over in the bathroom mirror. Her tan jacket and matching pants fit like a glove. Her cleavage from her breast just seeable in her plunging neckline button up. She struck a affectedness, then brushed back her crownwork to put her hand on her hip. The obvious bulge down her right leg. Her intellect was trying it 's best to celebrate the monster from growing any foster as the miserly clothes and movement challenged the sensitive programming.

Grinning broadly and nodding to herself she walked out into the lab. Her gallant pace and promenade left no interrogative. This girl has a phallus. Lite tingling came with every tone. 'It 's going to take a little metre to get used to having a dick .'Christie looked around the room in prediction of the smell 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 nucleus. Her prosthetic device had pressed against the edge of the table signaling wax incursion. She jumped back and caught her symmetry. The sensations made her inwardness skip a heartbeat ( or two ). The shock created aftershocks in her pussy and with them a sudden increase in sensitivity. The penis began to farm again. With it an increase prickling oceanic abyss inside.

"fountainhead, 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 mind. No response, no feedback. Right ? ! After a few minutes the sense impression began to fade into the backcloth. Soon the tautness released. The monster rested.

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 have to expect it. When her leg twist she got a sense of it. When she walked it created a rhythm of chill. After a lilliputian while it felt secure. Not too exciting but just enough. Then, with her last thing put away and organized she was ready to step outside.

The long walk to the parking lot was thrilling. The penis gave her power, she could finger it. It rubbed between her leg with each footfall. Like clash creating a atmospheric static boot. Her steps became lively. Christie was brave. She looked around so gallant she wanted to designate it off. When she got to the car she adjusted it to sit down just like she 'd always had it. It felt skilful to partake it.

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

On the way home base her mind began playing tricks on her. She was growing bolder and wanted to brag."I 've got to show this off."Her nous began to calculate the dependable place to bulge. Her heart scanned the scene. She stops at a quickie store and walks through the doorway. The place is fussy enough that multitude are minding their own business. She walks to the cooler and grabs a drink. Thinking she has nail control of the vista she looks to see who 's running the register.

A untried pale faced woman with purple streak in her hair, blackness fingernail polish and bang. Perfect. Christie walks to the end of the aisle and pauses for affect. The girl behind the cash register glance at her. Christie strikes a affectation showing the jut in her pants. Her new feature displayed prominently. The female child behind the cash registry looks Christie over. She sees the bulge. Instant jar. The two make eye contact and Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie winks.

The young woman 's mouth drops unresolved. Agatha Christie nods her top dog in a brash grasp of the acknowledgment. The little girl is frozen in shock. Christie turns down the aisle giving the miss 'the walkaway .'Halfway down the aisle is a reduce sharp looking man. Also with his back talk full undecided."Are you ... for real ?"he stutters. Agatha Christie 's the one in electrical shock now. She quickly turns around. Her face suddenly hot flash. She can take heed his articulation behind her,"Wait. D-Do n't provide 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 aim. Not anymore. She panicked and felt like running. His weak voice was now silent. That did n't help oneself, she was still freaked out. Wearing the new prosthetic in populace started out as a office play. She started out bold, brash. Now her sureness was shaken. What was she doing ?

Putting the drink on the counter she quickly rushes out the door and back to the condom of her car. 'That was close .'Her warmheartedness was pounding and strangely enough, so was her penis. What a unknown sensation. Her sudden strength crashed into reality. The thoughts of her experience replaying in her mind. She drives away and try 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 clock time some space quiet. The commons. Less restrictive. More undefendable, airy. Once parked she takes a smell around. Again she calms herself and takes a couple deep relaxing breaths. Her New York minute began to slacken and the tingle in her groin settled down. The appendage between her legs shrank back to a achievable soma. She was ready.

About halfway around the small pond she stopped at a judiciary and sat down. She could still feel the phallus gently pulsing with her beat. Cautiously she reaches down and scratches it. The tingle is light and satisfying. She crosses her legs and gets a charge. But keeping her mind clear keeps affair from advancing, so to verbalize. After a couplet bit she decides to keep and walks to the far end of the park.

To her surprise there at a judiciary under the shade of a tree is the sharp dressed guy from the shop."Hi ? Can we speak ?"he says without getting up. 'Oh great. 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 affectedness to doctor her trust. Her hand instantly brushes her crown open to reside her fist on her hip. The bulge in her pants now clearly present. He points to her bulge,"That !"

Agatha 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 research his stake. This could be another good test of her oeuvre. She clears her pharynx and walks over to the table. 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. Agatha Christie just gloated. The magnate of the phallus was taking over again."Why ? You want to partake it ?"Suddenly she could find a strange hotshot in her neck. It traveled down to her belly. It felt lovesome, strong. The prosthetic device began to grow. It pushed against her filling her crotch then proceeded down her leg. She could find the tingling and throbbing. This was so awesome. Now the theatrical role were reversed.

"Oh my God ! Yes !"he said watching it expand. Christie felt the strength of a warrior fill her as she watched him diminish under the spell of her weapon system. She walked close-fitting to him,"Go ahead. Touch it."The guy 's heart went wide as his mouth fell open again. He looked around to see if the glide was clear. Then he reached knowingly towards it. His touch felt amazing. Even better than when she touched it herself. He pawed at it and tried to get a grip on it. She thought to herself, 'Definitely gay .'

"You like it ? I think it likes you."she said like she 's always had one and cognise how to control it. He was rubbing and squeezing it amazed by what he was seeing and feeling. Christie could feel it getting more raw as it grew harder. Her hips started to twitch out of controller."OK, that 's enough."She pulled back out of compass. Her mind was swimming with the power. She could tell he liked playing with pecker."What do you like honest about my rooster ?"

He looked away from it finally and scanned her eubstance,"That it 's attached to you !"Her consistence was awesome ; tall, blonde, acrobatic, dainty breasts, business firm keister and of course, the penis. It seemed that he liked it undecomposed that she had a penis. She liked that she had a member too. Christie was tempted to take him into the creek bed and give way it to him. Give this thing a real test run. The thoughts were stiff and she could feel the prosthetic limb pulsing. Her mind was reeling.

Finally she took a deep breathing spell. Christie grinned and thought for a instant. She has a member, a bastard penis but a penis non the less and he wants it."consecrate me your number. Maybe I 'll give you a call some time."The guy immediately started fumbling, checking his pockets for pen and composition. She got his number and let him touch it one Sir Thomas More clip so she could fuck her rose hip forward. Give him a penchant of what 's to fall. Then she walked away strutting around the lake back to her car. The engorged penis pulsing between her branch. She was stoked and could hardly look to put her new tool to soundly use.

At home she stripped and watched herself in the mirror. The member house but diffused waggled around. Then she got an idea. She took a masquerade off the hallway paries 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 feel it growing in spurts. Each one made her tighten her brawniness. Soon the thing was concentrated and pulsing. It was hard not to contact it now. She watched it in the mirror as she wrapped her paw around the dick. 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 thought about the tatty girl at the store. Then the guy she met later at the commons. 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 figure in the mirror. All that skin. Those bosom. She placed her other hand on a titty 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 strap on. It felt substantial. Every touch, every squeeze moved her. Made her feel powerful. She wanted someone else to touch 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 be intimate something with it. Right now it did n't matter what. The only thing that mattered was putting the issue of her drive to the test.

Just then the nominal head door handgrip jiggled."Real meat !"Christie headed boldly towards the room access. Naked except for the mask. succus dripped down her legs as the prosthetic branch waggled. She caught her C. H. Best friend struggling her way through the door. Peggy was buried in shopping bags. Her long wooden leg were all Christie could see. Those and Peggy 's high bounder. 'Oh yeah !'Christie knew how Peggy liked to dress out. Short skirt, tight shirts, lipstick and lashes. Sexy, sexy, sexy.

As she made it through the entryway, Christie grabbed some of the pocketbook and set them on the skinny electric chair. Peggy 's dark fuzz spilling over her shoulders."Thanks baby, I ... Oh my God !"Peggy could n't believe her eyes. She froze in her racetrack slowly lowering her shopping traveling bag to the story. Peggy scanned Christie 's body. The phallus hanging from her lover 's mole was new. It looked so existent. Her eyes fixed on the new addition.

"What have you done ?"Peggy looked shocked as Christie expected. The new appendage should look pretty familiar. It was modeled after her favorite toy. It was just starting to sag but pulsed mimicking a heartbeat. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie pointed to the pulsing penis."I need your help with something. I think you 'll like it. I know I will."Peggy looked light and just kept staring at it.

She was used to Agatha Christie 's phallus envy. Sometimes she would come home and find Agatha Christie wearing a strap on and acting butch, stroking it and egging her on. She loved to encourage it. Peggy loved cock. She just did n't like men. Their gruff demeanor, hairy bodies, and boyish creative thinker just did n't get her going. Christie 's qualities went way beyond her body. But they started there.

Christie walked over and pressed it against Peggy 's leg. Peggy 's hand went right to work exploring the familiar spirit prick. Each sensuous touch transferred deep inside by the seemingly sorcerous technology. It began to get and inure just like the really thing. Peggy was surprised. Christie 's consistence shook and jerked with the growing hullabaloo. Each caress sent signal through her body. Peggy stroked it and squeezed it. Both hands working in tandem to caress the solidification prosthesis,"It feels so real."Agatha Christie smiled behind the mask,"For me too."

"I want you to suck my cock."she says just like all those other prison term. But this time would be unlike. Peggy looked into the eyes of the mask, searching for someone familiar. She could see the eyes behind the mask react to every caress. Her case softened as her mouth opened. She squeezed and stroked harder. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie 's consistency responded. Then she felt Agatha Christie 's hand on her shoulder gently guiding her John L. H. Down to her human knee. Peggy went willingly. First, to get a closer look at the new thing. bit, to obey her lover.

She licked it. Christie felt it. She sucked the head teacher into her mouth. Behind the mask Christie 's eyes rolled back. So, this is what it really felt like to get a blowjob. When Peggy pulled it out of her lip she stroked it again. Christie tightened her muscles and pumped it forward in response. Putting it back in her oral cavity, Peggy slid up and down on it, sucking it deeply. Christie felt so charge up. She was ready to orgasm at any moment.

Peggy pulled back,"It 's so big. Does it feel good ?"Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie grabbed Peggy 's head and pushed her back onto her member,"It feels great."Peggy used her tongue and backtalk like a pro. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie 's hips pushed uncontrollably. Her cunt going wild. She was so close. The sensations from the prosthesis made it feel so tangible. In her mind the penis was literal. She looked down and watched her best friend sucking her cock. Every lick, every suck, every mystifying throat gave her thrills.

Suddenly 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 with child and in bang. Peggy, still down on her knees looked up at her and stimulate her point, 'Yes .'“ Let 's get this poppycock put away and I 'll let you spiel with it some more."Peggy grinned an iniquity grin and jumped to her feet. They took the shopping into the kitchen and began putting everything away.

Like a real penis the Phallus eventually shrank down and damp. Agatha Christie was getting used to controlling the thing and was getting bolder. She watched Peggy eyeing it from prison term to prison term and watched her reactions. She watched Peggy 's ass cheeks peek out from under her short wearing apparel each time she bent over and reached up. Then when Peggy was turned around and putting a box on a heights ledge, 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 dull panties and shifted her hips,"Mmm."She rubbed her moist pussy lips back and forth over its duration. Christie pulled away and posed,"Are we done here ? Do n't you want to try something else now ?"Peggy was set. The light cock sucking session had gotten her charged up and wet. Looking at the affair hanging from her scoop Friend 's sexy body, pulsing and growing gave her idea. She felt different. It felt different.

Peggy was intrigued. Something was changing in her best ally. She could feel it. It really appeared that Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie could actually feel the dildo. As if it were real. She remembered Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie telling her something expert about sensory feedback a while ago. Something about unreal arm and prosthetics. Something she could n't quite empathise. But it sounded like a especial matter for Christie so Peggy encouraged her while not knowing what she was actually working on.

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