[1998]
Surf the internet, check your emails, look in many magazines and you will be swamped with adverts promising you a larger penis. Is it the men, or is it the women who are demanding this enlarged appendix. The old saying "It's not what you have, but how you use it," is a dying saying. You never see adverts on how to reduce one's penis, do you?
Why would any man want to enlarge what nature considered acceptable? Think how hard it is to disguise any enlargement in a swimming costume. The discomfort you have when you play sports, or have to run any distance wearing boxer shorts with no support. How do I know this; I am one of the unfortunates who were born with a penis that makes a donkey shy away from me. Women were like the donkey, for years I never got past first base, for I misread women. I never realising their reaction was a front and all I should have done was press the issue and they would gladly have spread their legs. All their fantasies I have been told revolve around being shafted by a big penis, the bigger the better. All this was brought to my attention one evening just a month ago.
I called around to pick up a young woman of my own age who I had been dating for about a month. I knocked on the door of the family home, but it wasn't answered by Susan, but by an older woman. I had no idea whether it was her mother or just another relative, for I had never met any of her family.
"Is Susan in, we have a date and I'm here to pick her up," I said when the door was opened.
"Sorry Susan is off with her new boyfriend, you must be Tom," the elderly woman answered.
"But she had a date with me, we arranged it the other day," I spurted, feeling a right idiot.
"I'm sorry about that Tom and you look such a nice young man. Why don't you come in and have a talk with me, that is if you want to." The elderly woman answered after eying me up and down a couple of times.
At least I was reasonably dressed, clean and freshly shaven, with not too much deodorant applied. Anyway, the elderly woman was, well elderly, not as old as my grandmother, but older than my own mother, so why not, I have nothing else planned.
After a couple of hours just chatting sitting in easy chairs either side of a nice fire we now started on the more personal things. The woman was a great-aunt of Susan's, this wasn't Susan's home, she only stayed with her aunt while she attended university.
What was making things rather discomforting was the fact that Myrtle (The woman's name) sat with her knees apart. The only thing I could see was the flesh of her inner thighs, but imagination can play bad things on a twenty-two year-old male. The worst thing it was becoming harder to look into her eyes as we spoke, my eyes kept dropping to look up her dress. I could swear the dress was getting higher above her knees, or the knees were getting wider.
"Like what you see Tom?" Myrtle asked, throw me. Even though I knew what I was doing I hoped she hadn't noticed where my eyes had been lingering.
"What do you mean?" I spluttered, now looking into her smiling face.
"You know perfectly well what I mean! You have had your eyes up my dress for the past half-hour or so. You can't deny I've had some effect on you; I just have to look at your trouser front. Hell Tom, you must be some size to have a bulge like that, or are you like some men who stuff a pair of rolled socks down there to make themselves look big?" She replied still smiling.
Now I've never heard that one about the socks, why would they do that?
"Sorry, I have embarrassed you Myrtle," I managed to get out.
"It's you who are embarrassed; I take it as a compliment that I can still affect a young man that way. What were you thinking about, throwing me on my back and ravishing me?"
"Oh no nothing like that Myrtle, anyway you are an elderly woman."
"Think I'm past it, does you. By the way how many women have you ravished Tom," she said now leaning forward and in so doing showed me the deep cleavage of her large breasts.
"Well...... ah to be truthful, none," I admitted feeling more embarrassed.
"Strange, I would have thought a good-looking lad like you would be knee-deep in admirers. Is it because you feel ashamed of having a large penis? You do have an extra large penis, don't you and that is no rolled up stocking stuffed into your trousers, is it?"
Now my eyes were riveted on the quivering flesh of her breasts, which seemed to become very mobile when she talked. What was this woman doing to me, my mother aunts or grandmothers didn't have this effect on me? Now I was as hard as bone with this talk and the view I was being given.
"Yes, I get so far then they call it off and that is the last I see of them." I managed to say, but I had never told anyone else this, so why was I telling Myrtle?
"Tom, all you had to do was contact them again and they would have rushed into your arms with legs open and knickers off. You are a woman's walking fantasy, all women dream of being at least once in their lives being fucked by a man with a big cock. Even me Tom, I've never met that man yet, but maybe I have. Have I?"
"You mean you and I, but you are so much older than me, it would be like well........." I said then realised that she was serious.
What would it be like with a woman much older than me? I have heard my mates saying that older women are that slack you can't feel the sides and you have to put your hand in to give yourself a wank. I knew that was a bit of an exaggeration, but was there some truth in it?
"You know I could teach you just what women like Tom and no-one need know about us." Myrtle almost pleaded, but missed by Tom.
"I....I, would like to but...." Tom started, but then stopped, just gazing into the deep crevice of Myrtles chest.
"Just for curiosity, how big are you Tom?"
"I'm five feet nine,."
"No not your height, your penis. Just haw big are you?"
