The message came through that her divorce was now finalized. Twenty years of marriage had now officially ended, although the marriage did not die suddenly, rather, it withered away on the vine.
Twenty-five was too young to get married, but Molly had fallen head-over-heels for Steve when they met at the law practice where they both interned. He was the classic tall dark and handsome epitome of WASP male attractiveness.
Before she knew it, she was the classic soccer mom with 2 gorgeous children, a boy and a girl born within 2 years of each other. But the soccer mom life wasn’t for her, and when her youngest turned 10 she started back into law, this time specializing in patent law. It was at this point that the spores of blight were sown, that would slowly rot her marriage from the inside out.
Steve was not in favor of her going back to work while the kids were still young. He earned more than enough to keep them living a top 10% lifestyle. He made his feelings on this clear at every opportunity. They started to argue like never before. Their sex life was reduced to those 2 to 3 times a month when Steve felt it was his duty to initiate what had become as much of a chore as taking out the trash.
She was not very experienced when she first met Steve, so simply getting some cock regularly really hit the spot.
After the kids were born, the frequency decreased, as she assumed to be normal. But it started to turn stale. The only variation that was introduced was using porn to get them both in the mood, but it was always Steve who chose the porn, and it always involved a male, or males, dominating a submissive female. Steve may have thought it was the thought of being a submissive female that got Molly’s juices flowing, but she was in fact imagining penetrating a very specific woman.
Despite enjoying a good cock-fuck, Molly had always had an additional attraction to women. This reached its height when room sharing with Meg in college.
She was a very attractive blonde who had no hang-ups. She would parade naked around the room and shared graphic details of her many trysts with the jocks. But she was a great listener, and over time they became close friends.
A few nights before finishing their last year together in college, both got very drunk, and while snuggling up together on her bed, Molly decided to bite the bullet, and kissed Meg tentatively on the lips. Meg slinked her mouth away. “Sorry Molly, I find you very attractive but I have tried girl-on-girl before and it doesn’t work for me”. “I simply crave cock!” exclaimed Meg in a joking, super-enthusiastic manner, which quickly diffused the tension.
Their friendship was strong enough to survive this rejection, but as the years passed their meetings for coffee occurred at greater and greater intervals.
With both kids in college and the divorce complete, Molly could focus on her work.
She had developed a great reputation as a patent attorney in the area of medical devices. While reviewing the latest batch of patent applications that had landed on her desk, her eye was drawn to one titled “External viable penis for temporary attachment to the female genital organs”. She quickly arranged a consultation with the patent applicant, a certain Erica Lang MD.
Dr Lang’s lab looked like something out of one of those CSI shows, all atmospheric lighting, impressive machines with indecipherable functions, and white-coated beautiful people. “Excuse the décor” she said as she guided Molly to a more spartan office at the back, “but our investors believe this is how a lab should look, even though poor lighting is not conducive to the precision work we need to perform here”.
Molly explained that she was there to inspect the feasibility of the device that was covered by the patent application, as it is common to patent totally aspirational devices solely to dissuade potential competitors.
Dr Lang went on to explain her device at length:
“I can assure you our device is feasible. We construct penis tissue and scrota using the latest 3D tissue culture techniques. It takes months to grow a single organ, although, as organs go, a penis is a rather simple structure. It is basically a set of expandable bladders that swell when flooded with blood. In the case of our device, we use a proprietary lab-produced recombinant blood product to avoid blood-born infections and the need to blood type.
One of the artificial testes is a hollow reservoir for this solution, which needs to be replaced every 8 hours. The other is a micro pump that constantly perfuses the penis tissue with the “blood” to keep it alive and then can divert it to the penis bladders to create an erection, as required. We keep the size of the testicles to a minimum, as I don’t know anyone who finds them in any way attractive!
All of this produces an organ that can be surgically attached to a man who has lost his organ due to cancer, sepsis or an accident, or to a female who wants to transition. Power comes from a battery implanted under the skin, as for a pacemaker, with another dermal implant containing a microprocessor to control the device.
However, the key aspect of our patent is an interface that can sit externally on the female vulva for temporary use. This interface is micro-molded to the female, with a huge array of microsensors to detect moisture, temperature, blood flow and neural signals. It also takes signals from an artificial neural network in the penis and feeds those back to the key nerves in the pubic region.
This requires a minor surgical intervention in the mons pubis, which is fully reversible. But, with this connection active, the female can experience sensations from the penis, and when these reach a certain threshold, the neurons emanating from the clitoris are stimulated along with other sensory neurons not usually stimulated in the female, producing an orgasm that is a hybrid of those experienced by males and females. This is not a strap-on — this is full neural integration.
The major intervention required is the insertion of two bolts into the pubic bone.These protrude slightly above the skin allowing the device to be easily slid on and off. When not in use, the device is connected to a perfusion system, ensuring the tissue retains its vitality.”
Molly listened intently but remained skeptical. “Each unit must be hugely expensive. Who would fund such a development?”.
Dr Lang chuckled to herself. “Yes, each unit costs over 1 million dollars. But what may surprise you – it surprised me – is that there are many powerful extremely wealthy men worldwide who crave to be fucked by a cock, but who due to social or religious conservatism cannot be seen to have sex with a man. These are our main investors. They are pushing us to speed up our development so that their wives can fuck them in the ass!”.
“We also have some female investors who are interested in the possibility of experiencing male pleasure while also allowing quick reversal to their native state, rather than transitioning”.
“How advanced is your development?” asked Molly.
“Let me show you”.
Dr Lang led Molly to a separate lab that was secured by an iris scanner. Once inside, Molly’s jaw dropped as there, bathed in the ubiquitous atmospheric lighting, were a dozen artificial penises replete with (small) testicles, hooked up to perfusion devices.
“You may be surprised that these would only be considered average sized penises, but remember, it is a costly and time-consuming process to grow and maintain the tissue, so we need to keep size to a minimum. Anyway, most of our investors intend on using them anally anyway.”
Molly was intrigued. “So your typical soccer mom will never get the chance to experience these devices”?
“Actually, 6 will. We need to perform a clinical trial prior to roll-out. We have 5 down and are now looking to recruit our final volunteer”.
Molly composed herself, she felt like blurting out “Let me be the one!”. Instead she calmly stated “I am still quite skeptical about the feasibility of these devices. However, in the interest of science and law, I would be prepared to be that 6th volunteer”.
A grin appeared at the corner of Dr. Lang’s mouth. “I think that can be arranged”.
Molly awoke, groggy as the anesthetic wore off. Dr Lang was at the foot of the bed. “All done. Everything went perfectly. Let’s have a look, shall we?”.
Her blanket was rolled down and her gown was parted to reveal what looked like a star constellation formed by jeweled studs on her cleanly shaven mons.
“Quite pretty aren’t they” opined Dr. Lang. “We didn’t want a negative aesthetic effect from the ports and support bolts when the device is not being worn. Once you are fully recovered, you will be sent home with a penis and a perfusion device. You will be required to fill-in an electronic diary twice a day. We would like you to record both positive and negative experiences when using the device. We also encourage you to use the device to the full extent of its function as regularly as possible, but for no more than 8 hours a day. When not in use, it needs to be attached to the perfusor”.
A week later, Molly’s doorbell rings. Meg gives her a big hug and produces a bottle of wine. After catching-up over a meal and a bottle of wine, they retire to the sofa.
If anything, she was getting more attractive as she aged. She had filled out, turning her sporty toned body into a more curvaceous one — she resembled an old-school European screen siren.
Meg had married briefly, but it wasn’t her thing.
“So, how’s the sex life?” asked Meg. “Are you using Tinder to hook-up with young studs and catch-up on the varied fucking you missed out on when marrying to Steve so young?”.
“Actually, no. I have been saving myself for someone special.”
“Who? Go, on, give me all the juicy details? I am so jealous.”
Molly leaned her face in to Meg and kissed her. To Molly’s surprise, Meg initially kissed her passionately back, but then drew away.
“I love you, but you know my preference. It hasn’t changed in all these years”.
Molly pulled her closer and whispered, “trust me”.
Meg’s reluctance melted away and she began to passionately kiss Molly. Molly eased Meg back against the sofa and carefully laid down on top of her. As they kissed each other and explored each other’s bodies with their hands, Molly experienced an electrical pulse that ran up her spine and felt the sensation of growth, similar to the sensation of her pussy and clit engorging when turned on, but to a much greater extent.
Meg reacted with surprise when the erect member pushed against her pussy.
“What the fuck!”.
“It would take too long to explain, just trust me” whispered Molly. Both reached down under their skirts and pulled their panties down to their knees. Molly slid her new sensual organ into what felt like a very wet pussy. Having learned what not to do after 20 years of marriage to Steve, Molly proceeded slowly, allowing them both to feel the full length and contours of the miracle cock, while looking knowingly directly into Meg’s eyes.
After many minutes of sensual interlocking, Molly felt the urge to thrust with more vigor. As she did so, she couldn’t control her urges any more, and went full-on pounding into Meg. Knowing the feeling so well herself, Molly could sense that Meg was about to come. This encouraged Molly to relax, and as Meg released a shriek of pleasure, a tingling feeling erupted in Molly, emanating from her groin and exploding all the way up her torso. Her hands, teeth, and toes clenched, her breathing paused and she let out a huge moan as her thighs and buttocks vibrated with a combination of pleasure and weakness. Both collapsed into each other in extasy.
Three months later, a clerk at the central patent office stamped “Approved” on a patent titled “External viable penis for temporary attachment to the female genital organs”.