Chapter 1

Joyce Jones' face still burned as she guided her big black Lexus into the quietude of her garage. She never would have expected to be embarrassed at a wedding shower, but the one from which she had just returned was naughty by design. Showers that she had attended in the past sometimes featured wicked lingerie or naughty games, but today's event had been outright pornography. The games were appalling and the party favors were even worse.

Joyce switched off her car's engine, pressed the small button that closed her garage door, and slid her hand under the overcoat on the seat beside her. Within her closed garage, she finally felt safe enough to examine the calendar that she had won during one of the party games. A muscular, young man with the largest penis Joyce had ever seen graced the calendar's cover. Wearing only a broad smile, he leaned nonchalantly against a rustic barn door. His piercing cobalt blue eyes seemed to penetrate Joyce's very soul. Even though she knew that she was alone, her guilt caused her to take a precautionary look around before examining the calendar further.

Joyce ran one of her stylishly fake fingernails along the edge of the calendar, splitting open its protective plastic wrapper. Slowly she opened the shocking almanac to January. Involuntarily, her jaw dropped and her hands trembled at the sight of another young man, this one indolently reclining on an overstuffed coach. Joyce immediately focussed on the man's boyishly hairless body and flaccid cock that almost reached his knees. Great purple veins crisscrossed the bluish member and a large mushroom-shaped bulb adorned its tip.

Joyce stared at the photo trying in vain to detect some sort of camera trickery. In her rather sheltered personal experience she had never seen anything quite like this. She flipped back to the cover picture and once again those blue eyes looked straight into her.

Joyce had married Alan Jones, collegiate class president and campus leader, during her freshman year in college. She knew from the start that her future was bright with Alan, and, sure enough, it was. He now was one of only two orthodontists in their small city and operated a very successful practice. Throughout undergraduate and dental schools, Joyce had been the model supportive wife and partner for Alan. In return, he seemed to appreciate and adore her. Alan's only problem now was boredom. The monotony of his practice had caused him to drink and that drinking lead to more dependence on alcohol.

Joyce had been a virgin on their wedding night and, until recently, had never even thought about sex with anyone other than Alan. He always had been a considerate, caring lover and she invariably had tried to please him. Joyce instinctively knew that their sex life was rather conventional. She always had been content with an occasional orgasm for herself and she was pleased that Alan seemed to enjoy their lovemaking, although of late his drinking had interfered often with their love life.

It was not until she began to hear some of her bridge club friends gossip about their sexual exploits that she realized just how conservative her sex life had been. A few of her friends' stories had even sent sexually charged chills through Joyce as she listened. Such secret pleasures both exhilarated and troubled her.

One of her bridge-playing friends, Anne Lewis, had commented on several occasions about how much she liked men with large penises-cocks, Anne called them-including that of her husband, Bart. Joyce always had thought Anne's reports of large size and larger sensation were exaggerated, at least until now. The calendar photos were proof that such cocks indeed did exist. This new revelation created entirely new notions of fantasy and fact for Joyce, particularly her fantasies. As she thumbed through the newly acquired calendar, her imagination brimmed with racy thoughts and feelings.

Mr. October's photo elicited a particularly large sexual charge from deep within Joyce. He was a black man whose cock was darkest brown. It stood out from his body as if it was somehow cantilevered forward. It was not as lengthy as some of the others pictured, but it was massive in its thickness. Vivid images of such a man, his cock hovering between her own widespread legs, sprang into Joyce's active mind. Her pussy began to tingle at the thought.

God, that would tear me... or someone... apart, she mused. I know I couldn't get it all inside. I wonder what that would feel like.

The darkness of the cock and of the man haunted her as well. Finally the twinges of excitement that danced within Joyce's pussy could no longer be ignored. She had this maddening urge to touch herself. In a sudden moment of repentance, Joyce guiltily shoved the calendar back into the folds of her coat and hopped out of her car.

A few moments later, she lay in her Jacuzzi-styled bathtub with one of the jets focused directly on her sensitive pussy. The blast of water against her most private spot created wonderful sensations. Typically, she would only enjoy the water's touch for a few moments before contritely turning away. This time she closed her eyes and, with visions of giant cocks dancing in her head, she allowed the tongue of water to ease her up to and over the orgasmic edge.

"Honey, I'm home," shouted Jack Richmond as he strolled into his uncharacteristically empty kitchen. Sally, his wife of 10 years, normally would have been there busily preparing dinner. Jack tossed his coat at the back of the den's couch, picked up a pile of mail, and more or less fell into his favorite leather chair. He was exhausted after a long day of drilling and filing at his dentist office.

"Happy Birthday, baby!"

Startled, Jack looked toward origin of the voice. There standing in the doorway was his loving wife Sally wearing nothing but a low-slung red ribbon around her waist. A big red bow covered her abdomen with tendrils that pointed downward toward her neatly trimmed blond pubis. One of Sally's hands rested on the door facing, the other on her hip. Her heavy breasts sagged a bit under their own weight. Large, erect nipples stood at attention on the tips of each voluptuous melon.