After graduating from high school Penny attended Middle Kentucky Baptist College on a music scholarship, becoming the accompanist for the Men's Glee Club. It was here where she met John Hargreaves. Two years older he seemed the biggest man on campus: captain of the football team, student council president...everything. And he was handsome and desirable. But being so popular, he was sought after by all of the girls, and never walked the campus without one of them on his arm.
As Penny grew older she became more sophisticated in her self-pleasure, brought on by the fact that the young men whom she dated in college were more frequently trying to take her virginity. She was adamant about not going all the way with them, but the fact that she had held hard penises in her hand, and had had fingers inside her pussy—even though the fingers were manipulated by guys who had no idea how to turn her on—increased her own need to take care of herself when she got back to her room. She knew by this time how to bring herself to orgasm through masturbating, and, even though she denied the reality while on a date, she knew how to maximize the fantasy before she went to sleep.
In the summer between her sophomore and junior year her mother was diagnosed with cancer. The medical profession had not yet achieved success in remission and cure of the disease in the 50's and 60's, and Penny, approaching twenty, was saddened by the likelihood that her mother would never see her children. Also, during that summer, she realized that her dad was paying more attention to her. Every night when he would come home he would hug her in earnest. There was much anticipation of the inevitablility in the house of what would become of her mother, and both Penny and her father would console each other. Their hugs lasted long and they were tight, never sexual in nature though. Penny knew how much her father loved her mother and, unable to love his wife in the way they were accustomed, seemed to be lavishing his hugs upon the mother's daughter. Penny was there for him though, and consoled him as a loving and dutiful daughter.
One day, when she was home alone—it was during Thanksgiving break—she wanted to write a note to her friend, but was out of note paper. She went to her mother and father's room, checked the desk drawer for some paper and took out a couple of sheets, sat at the desk in their room and finished the note. She had never been a snoop, but for some reason she pulled open the top drawer on the right hand side of the desk. Her father was a poker player, getting together with friends once a month. There were numerous decks of cards in the drawer. One deck had the top flap open and she picked it up absently.
Deciding to pass the time by playing a little solitaire she took the cards out of the deck, shuffled them and turned the top card over. It was a Queen of Hearts. But instead of the queens picture being on the cards, the picture that was on the card almost took her breath away. It was a naked woman with large breasts. She was sitting on a single bed, with her knees bent, her feet flat on the bed, and her legs spread widely apart. Her hands were on her pussy, spreading it wide.
She had never seen anything like that before and was shocked that her father would have something like this in his drawer. It wasn't hidden, and it had been opened many times, so she knew that her mother had seen it too. She was confused that her mother would look at something like this, while at the same time withholding any semblance of sex education from her. She didn't understand. But she knew one thing: she was getting very wet between her legs. She continued her game.
She dealt six cards face down, and then turned up the Jack of spades. Once again the rims of her ears burned. She had never seen a man naked, not totally naked. And this man was totally naked. He was standing in front of the bed with the woman, holding an unreal object in his hand. It was long, fat and rigid, his penis. Penny knew what a hard penis was. She had been with enough boys, particularly at college, and two of them had put her hand on theirs, one them pulling it out and showing it to her. But, the boy's was nothing like this. The man in the cards was huge—maybe nine or ten inches. She thought she knew wetness, but now looking at the cards, she knew that her panties were soaked. It was not just the pictures, but the fact that her father and mother had been looking at them, and maybe even using them as a turn of for their sex was more than she could contain.
She laid five cards face down on the cards that were already down. Then laid one face up and dealt four face down. The card that was up was an Eight of Hearts. The picture showed the woman sitting, facing the camera, impaled on the man's huge cock, his hands on her breasts.
No longer interested in the game she turned all of the cards over, finding things she had never conceived of depicted in blatant reality. She began masturbating, and brought herself to the most powerful orgasm she had yet experienced. As she looked at a picture of the woman on all fours, with the man's cock stretching her pussy from behind, she imagined her mother and father doing this, and then imagined herself doing it. But his cock is so huge, she thought, and imagined it stretching her pussy, wondering if it would hurt, or whether it would drive her into rapturous orgasms.
