The First Neurolinked Strap-on

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In the prosthetics industry, the holy grail was creating a pair of neurologically-controlled artificial hands that would allow the user to both perfectly manipulate the motion of the fingers and perfectly feel the sensation of their touch. But early in development, one company realized that a neurolinked strap-on dildo would be relatively simple to create in comparison.

Although most people consider their genitals to be one of their most sensitive regions, the number of nerves in the genitals is relatively small. The lips and hands, for instance, have far more nerve endings than the genitals do (Google ‘Cortical homunculus’). It’s just that, one might say, the volume is turned up on the nerves sensing touch on one’s sex. But sensation itself, what’s called two-point discrimination or whether a person can tell if they’re being touched in the exact same spot twice or in two different spots, is pretty poor down there. Therefore, the task of creating a strap-on dildo that can sense touch at a similar resolution and transmitting that sensation to nerves in the vulva could be accomplished with available technology.

They thought it was a temporary pivot to generate a little revenue and keep their company afloat while they stayed in the chase for the big medical breakthroughs. They never expected their product would revolutionize human sexual relations in just a few years…

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Tom and Genevieve had been living together for just over four years when he walked in on her stroking herself, modeling her GirlCock in the mirror.

Her soft, plump body was nude and on display. She stood in front of their full-length mirror, legs spread about shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent. Her cheeks were so flushed with arousal that one might worry she was choking in a different context. Her mouth had fallen open slightly, from the magnitude of the heat in her loins. She had one hand working between her legs while the other squeezed her left breast. Her perfect round butt cheeks contracted rhythmically as she thrust her hips into her fist.

She met his eyes in the mirror with the natural embarrassment that comes from being discovered in the midst of self-pleasure, but that pleasure was too much for her to stop. Her hand actually sped up as it worked the length of her shaft.

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When the GirlCock TM first came out 10 years ago, it was initially only used by fetishists. It was a joke for parties, a novelty, ‘what will those perverted scientists come up with next?! Ha!’ But just a year after the initial release, it had already spread like wildfire through the lesbian community.

While strap-on fucking had enjoyed limited popularity for years, mainly from the mental kink of penetrating one’s partner (though the added stimulation of the clit and vulva from the dildo’s base didn’t hurt), it absolutely exploded with the GirlCock. Dykes loved being able to actually feel their girlfriends’ pussies spreading tightly around their dicks. Like they had grown giant super clits that they could bury deep inside their lovers. They suddenly had to worry about cumming too soon (their strap-ons would stay ‘erect’ of course, but they would become too sensitive to fuck with – an issue that led to the development of adjustable post-orgasmic sensitivity in a later model).

From there, the GirlCock spread to heterosexual women as masturbatory aids. Millions of women got a glimpse into what fueled the male life-long obsession with sex as they stroked their new appendages. Thousands of women who had never known what an orgasm actually was found out for the first time with their hands pumping their new fat cocks, which required considerably less skill to bring to climax than their tiny, hooded clits had.

Genevieve had been one of those women. At the age of 30, she’d still never actually had an orgasm. In fact, before she finally had her first climax, she hadn’t even really been sure whether she’d experienced orgasm before or not. Playing with herself and having sex with boys had always felt good, and she’d had moments of intense pleasure, but nothing she could ever definitively say was a big-o.

She’d seen women orgasm in movies and in porn, but always thought maybe those women were exaggerating their pleasure or maybe just expressing themselves differently. Maybe for some women like her orgasm didn’t involve crossing a threshold but rather existed on more of a continuum, where she experienced cumming as simply a more intense level of the pleasure she felt at the beginning of a session. At least that was what she imagined.

Her enlightenment didn’t come until after her best friend Emily’s bachelorette party. Genevieve was no prude. She’d fucked a handful of guys and done some kinky stuff. She enjoyed sucking on her boyfriend’s cock, even swallowing his cum – the naughty sexuality of the act outweighing the unpleasant bitter taste for her. Genevieve had even taken it up the ass for him a few times. She found the act a little uncomfortable and humiliating, once being bursa escort especially mortified when his dick had come out visibly stained with her shit; he hadn’t seemed to mind, endlessly reassuring her it was no big deal so she wouldn’t make her ass off limits forever. But Tom seemed to love it so much, so she was ok giving up her butt for very special occasions.

But Genevieve was a nun compared to Emily. Emily was their group of friends’ resident sExpert. She’d fucked scores of guys and was always eager to share the gory details of her latest conquest. Experimental lesbian dalliances, threesomes, anal, exhibitionism, bondage – it seemed like no kink was too kinky for Emily. Which made it all the more surprising that she was the first of their group to get engaged.

“Whoo! I love this place, you girls are the best! Oooh, I’ll have to get Peter one of these thongs!” Emily drunkenly commented as she stuffed a twenty-dollar bill into the strip of fabric diving between the pair of muscular buttocks that were gyrating in front of her.

They had been at the strip club a few hours already. Emily had opened all of her gifts: lingerie – ranging from a classy satin teddy to a cheap fetish nurse’s outfit with matching stockings and garter belt, flavored lubricants, a candy sucker shaped like a dick (which Emily had of course immediately opened and begun fellating), and a jet-black dildo that was so large Genevieve felt sure it was a novelty gag gift rather than one intended for actual use.

Now, Emily opened the large cardboard box she’d brought with them and distributed an identical gift box to each of her friends.

“Girls, thank you for all of the gifts. This is my gift to each of you. All joking aside – this thing changed my life…and Peter’s life too!” Emily added with a giggle.

Genevieve arched an eyebrow at this last comment.

They all thought Peter was quite an unexpected match for Emily. While she was loud and aggressive, Peter was quiet and easy-going. Emily wore her hair short and dressed her wire-thin frame provocatively, teasing her tiny tits with all the confidence of a big-breasted cheerleader. Her image evoked the words: edgy, challenging, risky. Peter, by contrast, dressed like someone out of a department store catalog: All-American, classic outfits chosen with effort but in the most friendly, non-threatening way, designed to fit in rather than stand out.

Genevieve and the other girls tore off the wrapping paper and stared at their gifts in stunned silence. The GirlCock was certainly the type of provocative item they would expect from Emily, but they also sold for around $1000 a piece. No one spends that kind of money on a gag gift.

One of the girls turned to Emily. “Uh Em, this is too much. You must have spent a fortune on these things!”

“Hmmm yeah, maybe I should have just bought one and let you all take turns…” Emily pretended to stroke her chin in mock contemplation.

“Eewwwww!” the girls laughed back.

“Hey, I really care about you girls and you deserve to experience this. There’s a reason guys are always thinking with their penises. It feels amazing to stroke your own dick. It’s like a clit on steroids. You’ll see. You’re going to love your new cocks!”

Genevieve turned to her friend, something Emily had said earlier stuck in her mind. “You said ‘changed Peter’s life’ too…”

Emily gave her a wicked grin. “Yep. Before me, Petey had never been fucked in the ass.”

Everyone just stared and blinked for moment. Then comprehension set in, and they all tried to talk at once.

“You serious?!” “No way a guy like Peter would let you do that, not even for a freak like you, Em!” “This is so fucking kinky.” Only Genny seemed to be speechless.

The straight feminists had embraced the GirlCock shortly after the lesbians and not just for masturbation. ‘Any man who wants to penetrate someone needs to know how it feels to be penetrated.’ ‘If he won’t bend over for you, why should you bend over for him?’ That kind of thing. They’d been making the same arguments for decades before the GirlCock arrived. But now more women were listening. Because now it just…felt right.

Pegging was rapidly moving from a niche fetish to an acceptable, if still optional, part of mainstream sex. The younger generation, teenagers reaching sexual maturity now, generally accepted that women wanted it and men should do it for their partners, as long as they weren’t chauvinist pigs. Young men saw taking their girlfriends’ strap-ons up the ass as proof of their enlightened, progressive perspective. In the view of the new generation, only strict, neanderthal traditionalists who didn’t appreciate their women would refuse. Among the older generations, meaning those who had been fucking for years before GirlCock, the women were quickly opening their minds to the idea of bending over their boyfriends, while the men remained…less enthusiastic.

The stigma of taking it in the ass was still woven deep into the male subconscious. bursa escort bayan Those that bent over for their women were whipped, pathetic wimps who had de facto given up the right to be called men; even worse, those who enjoyed it were sissies or closeted homosexuals. There was little room for consenting adults to explore what felt good or to learn how best to please their partners – not if it involved a man’s anus being penetrated and stretched around a silicone dick.

Emily put her hands on her friend’s shoulders in support. “Oh Genny, look at you blushing like a schoolgirl. Breathe honey. Maybe you’ve never thought about it before, but after this, you’re never going to stop thinking about it. After you feel Tom’s sweet little asshole squeezing and squirming on your Johnson…”

Genevieve pushed her friend to shut her up, “You’re fucking crazy, Em!” But she managed an embarrassed smile, like a child caught sneaking treats out of the cookie jar.

“I’m telling you, girls, these things are gonna open up your minds. At the very least, you’ll understand your men in ways you never would have. And now you’re gonna cum harder than you ever would have too!” Emily cackled gleefully.

The girls were all smiles, taking closer looks at their gifts, reading information on the boxes. But Genny still felt uncomfortable that they were discussing this so openly, like if she smiled and went along, then everyone would know she was imagining sodomizing her boyfriend. So to save face, she added, “I dunno, Em. I think this is probably going deep in the closet, unless Tom sees it and then probably the trash.”

Emily stuck her finger in her friend’s face in mock indignation, “Genny, I bought it for you, and you can’t take it back. If you choose to foolishly squander this opportunity for eternal bliss, then I’ve done all I can for you. You silly bitch!” Genevieve laughed along with the other girls and felt secure that her true feelings about the toy remained obscured.

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When Genevieve got home, she sat the box down on the counter as if she hadn’t yet decided what to do with it. But she knew what she was going to do with it. Her pussy was wet, and it wasn’t just from watching strippers gyrate all night. Emily might be crazy, but the way she talked about this toy – Genevieve couldn’t wait to try it. As luck had it, Tom was out of town on a rare business trip.

She grabbed the box and made straight for her bed. Shucking off her jeans and panties in one motion, Genevieve threw herself back on the bed and spread her legs to access her clean-shaven cunt. She was so horny that her hand was immediately drawn to her clit as if by magnets, and she had to fight an internal battle to stop long enough to figure out how to use her new GirlCock.

Luckily, the device was pretty straightforward. The manual was simple with just a few steps and helpful pictures to illustrate. As recommended by the manual, she strapped the harness tightly around her waist and upper thighs so that the device was held firmly enough against her crotch to minimize any movement during use. It would move with her, like it was part of her. She lubed the vaginal base rod as well as the area that would lay over her clit and labia and welcomed the device into her body. The only other part was the cock itself, which hung limp in front of her. As she applied lube to her cock for the first time, it began to harden in her hand.

The manual stated that the GirlCock’s software would map the nerves on a woman’s vulva and naturally connect these to corresponding points on the dildo. A series of ‘calibration orgasms’ were required for the software to learn each user’s individual anatomy. Supposedly, more than 90% of the calibration would be complete after three orgasms, though the software would continue to learn and make small adjustments throughout its lifetime.

As Genevieve ran her hand tentatively along the length of her new penis, she felt some uncomfortable, unusual sensations. The device stimulated her experimentally, firing nerves along different parts of her vulva and learning how she responded with feedback sensors monitoring her heart rate, the moisture in her vagina, the stiffness of her clit, and the muscle tension in her vaginal walls.

The sensations were becoming more pleasurable at an alarming pace. She worried she was already becoming addicted as warmth and ecstasy bloomed between her legs. Her hand felt like it was hard-wired to the device through her brain, naturally changing its pressure, its speed, its angle to maximize her pleasure without her having to think about it at all. She tugged down the soft outer layer of silicone, which simulated foreskin, and ran her thumb gently over the corona of her glans. It felt divine. She tugged on her meat with long, full strokes. Pure bliss.

Genevieve could sense that the sensations were starting to build towards something, the intensity rising steadily. She felt fear, the fear of the unknown, but escort bayan she kept stroking herself faster and faster, made helpless by sexual pleasure. “Ohhhh, ohhhh, fuck, ohhhhh,” she began to moan alone in her bedroom. She’d made sex noises before; she knew men liked it when she made sounds during sex. But these were involuntary. These were feral. She felt like animal as she rutted against her hand.

When it hit, she screamed. “Eeeeeeeeee,” she squealed as she arched her back like she was having a seizure. Her entire pelvic floor seemed to clamp down at once. She felt it in the rim of her asshole, in the walls of her pussy, and strangely…in the base of her cock. The contraction threatened to strangle her. She panted and gasped for breath as rapture spread through her like she’d never experienced.

She let her hand go limp and weakly released her cock when at last her convulsions subsided. ‘So that’s an orgasm…’ she thought as she stared at the ceiling.

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Afterwards, Genevieve had taken the GirlCock off and stored it carefully towards the back of one of her dresser drawers. She told herself that it was a great experience, that she was glad Emily had exposed her to this, but that it wasn’t ‘natural’ and shouldn’t play a role in her regular sex life. She wasn’t completely sure, but she suspected Tom would not look favorably on the device. ‘Just on special occasions, to spice things up when Tom’s out of town,’ she told herself as she laid in her bed and tried to go to sleep.

Two hours later, she was sweating and panting, moaning like a whore from the pure ecstasy emanating from her schlong. She had folded a pillow over as a mock vagina, and she was thrusting herself into it with abandon. In her mind, it was Tom’s ass she was thrusting into as she bent him over her bedspread. The implausibility of the fantasy made it even naughtier for her.

Genevieve came six times over the next 36 hours, the last one a few hours before Tom got home. By that time, she had revised her position on the GirlCock from occasional splurge to important tool, but still one she wanted to keep separate from her relationship with her boyfriend. Her swollen sex had been uncomfortably sore when Tom returned, so she had wisely offered him a ‘welcome home’ blowjob, which he had eagerly accepted.

Even though her GirlCock never came out when he was in the room, their sex life improved dramatically. The lessons learned during her self-pleasuring sessions had taught her what to look for during a fuck, how to recognize the first clues of an orgasm and chase them. She felt like a teenager again, first discovering sexual pleasure, or maybe more like what she imagined a horny teenage boy must feel like, since she’d never come this much this fast as a teenager herself. Such pleasure available all the time just hanging there between your legs. Genevieve desperately wanted to share her discovery with Tom. But she was afraid.

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Her first orgasm without the GirlCock came on the night of Emily and Peter’s wedding. Genevieve couldn’t stop thinking about pegging throughout the ceremony and reception, imagining the groom bent over with his pants around his ankles while the petite bride pounded his tender asshole.

When they got home afterwards, Genevieve practically raped Tom, dragging him straight to the bedroom and stripping off his clothes before mounting him. She squealed as she impaled her wet pussy on her boyfriend’s stiff cock. She started riding him at a gallop, bouncing her fat ass in his lap while Tom struggled to hold onto her hips.

Tom had noticed the changes in his girlfriend over the last few weeks, of course. She never used to initiate sex with him, and now it was all the time. Her pussy seemed wetter now than he could remember it being even when they first met. Her blowjob technique had also drastically improved. He was curious, to say the least, about what brought on these changes, but he didn’t want to mess up a good thing. His biggest fear was that she was having an affair with someone who had shown her better sex, but he pushed the thought out of his head as she rode him like a mustang.

“Uhhh, Genny…?” Tom tried to communicate with the sexpot humping on top of him.

“Shhh, don’t move! Yes, just like this, oh fuck yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Her pelvis was slamming down on him with such force that it was starting to worry him. Like what if she twisted the wrong way while dropping herself on his cock with all her weight. The term ‘fractured penis’ entered his mind unbidden. But he didn’t speak up again. Her eyes were unfocused, signaling all her attention was directed inward.

She looked radiant and sexual, bouncing her hips with singular focus. Her big pale tits bobbed before his eyes; the dark, hardening areolae calling to him. Tom kept a firm grip on one hip but reached up with his other hand and cradled a bouncing breast. He pinched her flesh lightly between a thumb and index finger, letting her skin slip through until only the nipple remained in his grasp. He tugged on the erect little nub, and Genevieve let out a whimper. He’d never been rough with her breasts, or really any part of her before, but she seemed to be wanting it rough tonight so it seemed fitting: he gave her poor nipple a sharp twist.

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