There it was. The box had arrived in plain brown packaging just as they said it would. I have to admit that I felt bad for ordering it, but the claims were just too good—and I just had to know if the bottle of pills I just unwrapped would work.
It started about a month before. I was reading the quasi-sex magazine with a lot of skimpy bikinis and manly information, and I ran across an advertisement in the back that made the bold promise: "Increase your Penis Size Dramatically with LengthenX!" I smiled in slight amusement, but then I read the ad. It sounded too good to be true—so it probably was. It was intriguing, though. What man wouldn't want to be better endowed?
Okay, before we go on... let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a college student in a large University in the South. I'm (in my own highly-biased opinion) pretty good- looking, not model-quality but I don't think any ladies would be ashamed to be seen with me. I'm enrolled in all of the honor classes here, and I've managed to make good grades, even though having to wait tables keeps me from studying like I should. I'm also outgoing and pretty confident. My friends—many of which are female—tell me I could date pretty much whomever I choose. That's nice to know, and when I'm not waiting tables or at class, I'm at a party or out on a date with one of the beautiful ladies that our school has in abundance. It's a great life.
I know you're wondering now, so I'll let you know. My penis
was
a little over 6 inches, measured along the bottom and with good girth. I know everyone says 6 inches are average, but I've always wondered about that. I think it's less. Several of the ladies that shared my bed have told me I was 'bigger' than almost anyone they had seen. I certainly had no complaints, and everyone had come back for more. I'm a very generous lover, and I love lots of foreplay, kissing, and build up. I also enjoy dancing my tongue across my lover's clit for more than an hour. There's nothing—and I mean NOTHING like bringing such incredible pleasure to a partner. I've read that something like 70% of the women don't have regular orgasms during intercourse, but gladly I can say that has never been true while they were with me.
Like I said. It's a great life. I can't say why that ad for LengthenX got to me like it did. I should have been happy with my active sex life. But there was that nagging feeling that I could be more, and I think the ad touched on that. After a few weeks, I found myself looking for the magazine and flipping through the pages to find out more about this wonder drug. There it was. It was guaranteed to work, or the money would be sent back—including shipping. All inquiries and orders were treated with the utmost confidentiality. Sure, it was expensive, but the risk was worth it. I swallowed my shame, picked up the phone and ordered it.
After unwrapping the two bottles of pills, I read the instructions: three spread though out the day, with a full glass of water. I took the first pill immediately that afternoon and the next right before I went to bed (sadly, alone). I drifted off to sleep dreaming about the cries of pleasure I'd give to women with my huge cock.
I continued to take the pills as directed during my daily routine. It was the second week before I noticed anything at all. I woke with a tingling feeling in my crotch. My cock was awake before I was, as usual. It was hard and strong, and... bigger? I went to the bathroom, making sure my roommates were still asleep and found a ruler. I was still hard, so I put it up under my veiny warrior. My dick was a full 7-inches! I didn't really know if LengthenX would work, and I was afraid that I'd be disappointed. I wasn't anymore.
Over the next two and a half months, the process continued and I continued to gain size, strength of erection and well... it looked almost muscular. The growth finally started to slow, and I stopped taking the pills before the third month. I was fine before, but now I had a monster hanging between my legs. I became over 6-inches long when I was flaccid! When I got hard (I can do that just by
thinking
about it), I was nearly 10 inches, and now I could barely even wrap my hand around it! They should've put me on the bottle as an advertisement.
I hadn't been dating (or fucking) since a week before the pills arrived. Finals kept me busy, and the upcoming holiday season kept our restaurant packed. Now finals were over, and I was ready to get back into the game. I could usually count on scoring when I went country dancing by myself. I'm a great dancer, and country dancing allowed the opportunity to talk with them the entire time. The fact that the ladies there liked to wear tight jeans that showed their asses didn't hurt, either.
I dressed for the evening, boots and a button-up shirt—and my blue jeans. I actually have to position my cock when I pull them on. They're not overly tight but they don't leave much to the imagination. If a woman were to look, she could check out my equipment. I invited that now, and I was hoping that would help in the plans I had for the evening.
There wasn't much of a line getting in, as many students had left for the holidays. That's how I liked it. More room to dance, and the ladies that stayed were more inclined to be... lonely. Well, at least one wouldn't be lonely tonight. When I got in, I took my usual walk around the place before ordering my first Shiner Bock beer. I leaned back against the bar, beer in hand and leisurely looked out over the club. Even when this place wasn't crowded, there were still many, many gorgeous women. I couldn't be too sure, as it was dark, but I think I saw at least one woman checking out my Levi's. If she only knew, she would've done more than look.
I waited a while, savoring the dark beer and thanking God for putting women on the Earth. A good song started up, so I finished up the beer and asked a pretty brunette standing with her two friends to dance. It's always best to just ask, "Would you care to dance?" Don't get too fancy and try a cheesy pick-up line. As I was asking, I could see that her friends looked me up and down. Maybe they'd be next.
Her name was Gwynn, and she had a boyfriend that had already gone home for the semester. I didn't try to overcome that. After the dance with her, I asked a petite red-head to dance with me, not wanting to get locked down to the one group of girls. Kim seemed like she was very innocent, but as we danced through the slow song she pulled close to me and I knew she could feel my soft cock against the side of her stomach and top of her leg. I don't want to sound cocky (pardon the pun), but I'm sure I could've had her that night. She seemed a little hurt as I walked her off the floor and went to ask the next lady to dance.
This went on for a while. I loved to dance with a lot of ladies when I went out. That also gave me a chance to get to know a lot of women by talking with them. I'm a sucker for intelligence, so I'd dance with the smarter, fun ones several times. After about a dozen dances, I sat down for a while and ordered another Shiner. I looked out over the dance floor and watched as the couples shuffled along to the strains of George Strait.
"I should be dancing to this," I thought.
That's when I saw her. Long, slightly curly dark hair, a porcelain face wearing (my favorite) Rocky Mountain jeans under a black stretch shirt that dropped low enough to show ample cleavage. She looked classy, but it was obvious that her slim and stacked body was begging to be fucked. She was walking towards me. I was surprised when she stopped at my table and asked me to dance. Looking in those bright blue eyes, there wasn't any force in nature strong enough to keep me from saying yes.
Wow. I love confidence in women, too. She certainly had that. She took my hand and walked me to the dance floor while George was still playing. My right hand settled on her left hip and I took her right hand with my left as we began to dance. She danced close, and I could feel my length pressed against her. Her breasts touched just below my chest, and her left arm wrapped around my side and her hand traced the small of my back. We moved well together.