Her Big Chance

Her Big Chance

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Oddments This is an odd selection. When I wrote these I was getting bored with writing wordporn. I mean, how many ways can you describe the same acts? So, there are the short pieces – these were written as challenges. I think benawriter might have been involved. Can you write a story in 500 words? 200, 100? Stuff like that. That covers ‘Goth’ (500), ‘Hors d’oevres’ (200) and ‘Watching’ (200) and ‘First Time’ (100). I really do recommend challenging yourself to write in your genre with a small word limit. Can you do it? The last three oddments, I didn’t actually write. They are ‘prentice pieces; written by students of mine – I may have tarted them up a bit and claimed them for my own, but they are by another writer – maybe two. ‘Silver’ – historical wordporn. I don’t do that. I like my fantasy ladies in lingerie, these bodice-rippers tend to lack lacy bras, sheer panties and fishnet stockings…. ‘Her Big Chance’ is a big cock story. I don’t write big cock stories because a) I don’t have one and b) they are so fucking obvious and all the same. ‘It Started With a Kiss’ is just plain weird. So, why did I post these and claim them as my own? I said already, I was getting bored with the old in-out; but I still had an audience. They filled that gap. As stories, they aren’t bad. Just not me. And that is it. That is all that was on the flashdrive. If you can think of any others, let me know. But I can safely say that I don’t have them.

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Oddments
This is an odd selection. When I wrote these I was getting bored with writing wordporn. I mean, how many ways can you describe the same acts?
So, there are the short pieces – these were written as challenges. I think benawriter might have been involved. Can you write a story in 500 words? 200, 100? Stuff like that.
That covers ‘Goth’ (500), ‘Hors d’oevres’ (200) and ‘Watching’ (200) and ‘First Time’ (100). I really do recommend challenging yourself to write in your genre with a small word limit. Can you do it?
The last three oddments, I didn’t actually write. They are ‘prentice pieces; written by students of mine – I may have tarted them up a bit and claimed them for my own, but they are by another writer – maybe two.
‘Silver’ – historical wordporn. I don’t do that. I like my fantasy ladies in lingerie, these bodice-rippers tend to lack lacy bras, sheer panties and fishnet stockings….
‘Her Big Chance’ is a big cock story. I don’t write big cock stories because a) I don’t have one and b) they are so fucking obvious and all the same.
‘It Started With a Kiss’ is just plain weird.
So, why did I post these and claim them as my own? I said already, I was getting bored with the old in-out; but I still had an audience. They filled that gap. As stories, they aren’t bad. Just not me.
And that is it.
That is all that was on the flashdrive.
If you can think of any others, let me know. But I can safely say that I don’t have them.

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Submitted: August 02, 2020

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Submitted: August 02, 2020

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Marion Kay took off her uniform jacket and pants and hung them up, she undid her tie, took off her shirt and looked at herself in the full length mirror.

“Not bad,” she said as she gazed at her reflection, standing in her underwear. No, I’ll never be a size 10 again, but that’s what two kids will do to a girl, and it’s been more than 14 years since she was in a competition, so she wasn’t as toned as she used to be. (Still bloody fit, though. The job and the swimming saw to that!) She turned to the side and looked at her boobs in profile. Good, she thought, still quite high, not too much droop. She passed a hand over the slight curve of her belly. Not perfect, not anymore, but not fat, no flab there.  She turned so that she could see the reflection of her rump. Hmmm, no hiding that, definitely bigger than it used to be. She gave her buttock a slap. “Still looking good.”

She undid her hair and it fell in a thick golden mane past her shoulders, she put her hand under and lifted it high, making a pouting face at the mirror. The hair is good as ever, she thought. Just a bit of a wash and it’ll shine.

She looked at the reflection of her face. She sighed. I can’t do anything about that, she thought. But, he’s seen my face – he’s seen my work face – and he’s still taking me out tonight. But he hasn’t seen the rest of me, she stepped back and looked at herself full length again. That’ll make him stand up and beg!

It was her big chance: the kids were with their dad this weekend and she had two days off. This meant if Colin stayed the night (Oh God, she hoped he did.) there would be no kids to explain anything to in the morning, no alarm clocks warning of an early shift, and a whole day and a night to recover from tonight’s shenanigans. (Please God).

She jumped into the shower and thought of all the disasters with men she’d had since the divorce. What a collection! When they weren’t perving on her face all they wanted was to see her stripping off her uniform! And when she found a nice one... Urgh. As soon as they saw the kids they’d run a bloody mile. But Colin knew about the kids. Bollocks. Who was she kidding, Colin was practically a kid himself. But he liked her.

He’d sent flowers. Flowers! To the bloody station! Oh she’d taken some shit over that. But it was seemed to be for real. From him anyway. And the flowers came after the meeting outside the pool with the kids! That was weird, seeing him there, so soon after the first meeting. And he’d talked to them. Her children! Like he was a big brother or somesuch. Maybe he was.

She pondered that as she scrubbed the day’s work off her. Was he a big brother? She knew nothing about him. Well, his job, obviously. That’s how they’d met. Radiographer. At the Royal Infirmary in town. He’d done the X-ray on her hand after that fight in the night club. So assured, so gentle. A lovely boy. And on nights, like her. They had chatted and chaffed. She’d told him she’d wanted to avoid a cast because of the swimming….

A shadow of suspicion crossed her mind. Was that why he was there? At the pool? Was he stalking her? She laughed at herself. What kind of stalker sends flowers to a policewoman at her station? Grow up girl! The whole watch had seen the card – dirty buggers – they all knew his shift pattern. The guy would be mad to try any funny stuff. Anyway, he wasn’t the type.

She’d felt like a daft schoolgirl when she turned up at the hospital and asked for him. She had blushed, she knew it. But there he was. They’d had coffee together in the canteen. Made plans to go out. Tonight. Her big chance.

Almost blew it when she took the kids round to her ex’s place tonight. That bloody bitch answered the door and looked at her like she was dogshit scraped off her shoe. Bloody cow! Skinny, prissy, tight-faced little thing she was, and he’d given his wife up for that! Married it! Had more bloody kids! But how they’d managed, Marion had no idea, all her ex ever wanted from her was anal – fucking bum-bandit! That’s how she’d known in the end. He’d stopped trying to get up her arse at every opportunity, which meant he was getting it elsewhere. From a junior partner at the office, she found out.  For a slim little girl she must have had a leather lined arsehole, the way her old man used to go! Anyway, she’d taken the kids in the house and Marion left. But she hated leaving them with her. Hated it. Where the fuck was he? Friday afternoon? Golf. Or dipping his dick in some new-girl-at-the-office’s shitbox. Fuck him. Fuck ‘em both. Tonight was her big chance and she was going to enjoy it.

 

They’d gone for Chinese, had a wee bit of wine and chatted. Yes, she was right, Colin Doyle was the eldest of a big family. He was utterly gorgeous, he smiled at her, laughed with her, told her stories of the hospital and home and Marion completely lost herself in the warmth of his company. Things were going as well as she had hoped.

Then Colin nipped out to the loo and she became aware of other eyes on her. It only took seconds for her to realise that it was the usual thing of ‘normal’ folk noticing her scar. She hadn’t put all the make-up on tonight because, she had reasoned, Colin had already seen the scar, he’d seen it several times. But with these people in the restaurant deliberately trying not to look she became very self-conscious.

Colin returned to the table, giving her a big smile. Marion took in his bright blue eyes, strong chin and perfect handsome features and felt her heart sink. What must people think? A lovely big fellah like that sitting beside a gargoyle like me! He was tall and strong and beautiful … and young.  And she was….? God. She was old.

Suddenly it all felt wrong. The underwear she’d chosen for him seemed uncomfortable: the bustier that made her feel so sexy felt suddenly tight against her ribs, the back strap of her thong was rough between her buttocks and the clips of her suspender belt on her stockings dug into her thighs. Who was she trying to kid?

“What’s the matter, babe?” came Colin’s voice.

“Oh Jeez, Colin. I’m so sorry.” She stammered, “But this is just wrong.”

“What?” he reached for her hand across the table, Marion pulled back.

“I don’t think I’m right for you Colin,” Marion went on, “I’m damaged goods. I’m sorry. A guy like you should be out with some beautiful young woman. Not the likes of me.”

“Marion, love. What has brought this on?”

“Look at us. You’re so young and handsome and I’m scarred old baggage.” she could feel herself begin to cry.

Colin pulled his chair around the table to hers and put his arms around her. The people in the restaurant all turned, but Colin didn’t seem to care. “Marion, I don’t know why you feel like this but you’ve got to know that I don’t. Since the minute I saw you I really fancied you. Sitting with you in the hospital, chatting, I knew you were the one for me. Do you think I want some daft young chick when I could have a woman like you? You’re not old. What are you? 30s? Not old. Not even old enough to be called a Milf.” Marion found herself smile at the term. “Even if you are one.” This got a giggle from her.

“I’m 35 and you bloody well know it. And you? 23? 22? Do you know what that means? I had tits before you were born”

Colin laughed, “And I like you all the more for it.”

Marion braced herself, “The scar. It was the job. We were called to a bar fight and while I was subduing the guy his girlfriend smashed a bottle into my face. Several times. They did what they could, but she’d cut me to ribbons. Looks fine with the uniform, mind, scares the life out of your average criminal”

“It’s like a star,” Colin said, “you are marked with a star. It makes you shine in my eyes.”

Marion felt herself glow at the compliment. “You’re mad.” She said, but without any rancour.

“Em,” Colin began, “you’re not the only one with a…difference. There’s something you perhaps should know about me…”

“Enough. Don’t tell me.” She eyed him lustfully, “Let me find out for myself.”

“But…”

“Shush now. You look perfect with your clothes on, that means I won’t know until I rip them off you!”

 

Colin put his arm around her in the taxi back to her place. She enjoyed the sensation, but began to wonder about Colin’s secret. Maybe he had a big birthmark or something. That was nothing.  A scar? Nah, he’d have said. Maybe he had only a tiny little dick. Didn’t matter. She’d certainly make him come like a hound-dog and if she needed it, there was always Old Faithful in the knicker drawer. She’d let him watch, no problem, she’d even let him use it on her, if he wanted to. It didn’t matter. This was her big chance.

 

His tongue was down her throat and his mitts on her tits before they’d even got her door open. They fell onto the couch in the lounge, necking like horny teenagers. His hands were all over her, into her blouse, up her skirt - she felt his intake of breath as his searching hand found smooth thigh above her stocking tops. She pushed him a way and stood up. Enjoying his hungry gaze, she slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, gradually revealing her red, lacy bustier. She shook off the shirt and leaned forward, giving him a grand display of her cleavage. Then she unzipped her skirt, and oh-so-slowly let it slide over her legs, so that he could see her matching thong and suspender belt and her sheer black stockings. The she launched herself on him.

They kissed with a ferocity, then Colin started to kiss her neck, her chin, her cheeks, even her scar, before applying himself to the tops of her breasts. Marion pulled the bra cups down and held her tits for him while he started sucking on her nipples. When he came up for air she pushed him off, grinned at him wolfishly and said “You turn.”

Colin kicked off his shoes, pulled his shirt over his head and stopped, looking suddenly flustered. “Marion, I..”

“Come on, Colin,” she teased, pulling on her nipples, “I’m showing you plenty…let’s see what you’ve got.”

He unbuckled his belt, stopped and looked at her, lusting, but also pleading.

“Marion, you need to know…”

“Let me help you.” she growled, and with one swift movement, she jumped off the couch and tugged down Colin’s pants and boxers together. She drew her head back to take in the sight of the thing now exposed to her.

Colin’s cock was enormous. It stuck out form his body like a thick branch of a tree, twitching slightly.

“Holy fuck!” Marion gasped.

“Oh jeez, Marion, I’m sorry…” Colin began.

“Sorry? What for? That is fucking amazing!” Fascinated, she put two hands around the shaft, there was space between each hand, and the head, which was leaking sticky sauce through the opening of a tight foreskin. It was so thick that her fingers didn’t meet her thumb around the girth as she pulled down on the skin, revealing a wet purple tip, now dripping with clear dew.

“God, Marion. I’m sorry, but I’m so close. You’re just so fucking sexy, you turn me on so much. I think I’m going to burst.”

She knelt in front of him, her hands now stroking the shaft, showing more and more of the huge sticky glans. She looked him in the eye whorishly and asked in a wanton voice, “Do you want to come on me? Do you?” She brought her boobs to his shaft, squeezing them against it. “Do you want to come on my tits? Hah?”

“Oh God, Marion”

With her breasts down at his balls, the great wet bell end was against her face. Her tongue snaked out and she licked it, causing little drops of his juices to flick off the end. “Do you want to come on my face, Colin? Do you? See your come all over my face?”

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold off, Marion.”

“Fuck that, big boy. Don’t hold back. Give me your spunk. Anywhere you like. On my face, on my tits, in my hair. Come on and spunk me.” She wanked his mighty shaft, revelling in the sensation of power she had over this beautiful boy with the massive cock. “Oh yes, boy, I can feel it coming. Give me your come, any fucking place you like. And I’ll rub it in – all over my tits, my face – I’ll take off my knickers and rub your sperm all over my cunt, my fucking cunt...”

That was too much for Colin, and he roared as a ribbon of semen shot out of his straining end and splashed over Marion’s neck and face. Marion howled with delighted laughter as the sperm plastered her skin and dribbled onto her breasts.

Colin gasped and staggered back onto an armchair as Marion rubbed his warm seed all over her breasts and into her nipples, drawing them up to points coated in come. She wiped her hands on her bustier, and realising its messy state, popped it open and threw it to the floor. She stood up in her thong and stockings, her tits shiny with his spunk, and looked down on Colin and his slackening but still impressive member.

“Feeling better?” she asked.

“You are something else,” he gasped, “that was so fucking horny.”

“Let’s go through to the bedroom,” said Marion, “I’ve got needs too, you know.”

“Marion, are you sure…? I mean girls have found this a bit…intimidating…”

“Just as well I’m not a girl then. Get your arse off that chair and into my bed. We’ll see what a woman can do, shall we?”

 

In the bedroom, when Colin had pulled off his socks and sprawled in the bed, Marion noticed something she hadn’t at first.

“Do you shave your cock and balls?”

“Well, yes. Girls expect it these days.”

“Fuck,” snorted Marion, “I’m glad I’m all growed up. Little boys have hairless cocks, and you’re certainly not little. Do you like doing it?”

“Well no, but I wanted to be prepared.”

“Oh, so you knew I’d be a sure thing did you?” Marion teased.

“Hey, look who’s talking. Did you only put on your sexy knickers because your Sloggis are in the wash?”

Marion stood with her hands on her hips, “I’ll have you know that I always wear sexy underwear. Work, rest and play!” then she giggled and jumped onto the bed. “Daft! I can just imagine chasing some shoplifter down Hollins Crossing when a suspender pops!” They both laughed. “Or being up in front of Public Standards on a charge of being in possession of underwear likely to offend.” More laughter. “I’m glad you liked them, Colin. But we’ve things to do, so I think I’ll lose the thong now.” She slipped it down her thighs, over her stockings and dropped it on the floor.

“Oh wow!” she heard Colin say.

She followed his gaze and laughed out loud. “Don’t tell me you’ve never sees a hairy fanny before!” she chuckled.

“Not this close to, no.” Colin admitted.

“What do you think?” she opened her legs and gave him a good view, “If you don’t like it I‘ll shave, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

“No, please. It’s just new to me.” He put his hand out and stroked the golden curling hair, “it feels lovely.”

Marion enjoyed this attention to her twat, and pushed her hips forward. “If you take the hairs on the outer lips of my cunny, right between my legs, and pull, it really turns me on.” Colin did as he was instructed, and pulled gently on the long hairs, Marion moaned in delight. Colin gave little tugs, he could hear the wet sucking sound as her slit slopped open and shut. Marion spread her legs as wide as she could. “Now open my cunt by pulling the hairs apart, oh yes, that’s it. As far as they can go, pull hard. Oh fuck yes.”

Colin ogled the slimy pink lips dripping juice as her pulled Marion’s cunt open by the hairs. “Oh yes,” she moaned, “lovely, Hah, Try that with some shaven twatted bimbo.” She reached out for Colin’s cock and felt it begin to awaken in her grasp.

“Okay,” she said, “Things are moving. Let’s see what we can do.”

She put one hand on the fat shaft and the other on his shaven ballsack – Gods, even his balls were huge, like hen’s eggs! She lifted his cock and bent to kiss his balls, sucking at the sack, licking between them. Colin squirmed. Marion kissed the long length of his shaft, nibbling and nuzzling as she went. Yes it was getting hard again. She licked the underside, moving her head up the length, then yanked back the foreskin and took the wide cock-head in her mouth.  With her legs straddling his thighs she sucked on the end of his cock until it was rigid again.

She stood up on the bed and placed her feet on either side of Colin’s hips. Standing above him, she fingered herself as her watched, slowly wanking his rock-hard dick. “Oh wow.” He murmured as Marion squatted down, one hand on his chest, the other rubbing her now soaking fanny. Her cunt was right above the end of his dick. Colin was quivering in anticipation.

“Don’t move,” she whispered, “let me start this.” And she lowered herself onto the massive head of Colin’s cock. In truth Marion was a little bit afraid, she’d never seen anything like this, let alone fitted it inside her. But she was also really excited. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so wet. As her cunt lips spread over the wet sticky head, she moaned in pleasure. Slowly, slowly, she lowered herself down, there was some pain as she opened wide enough to accommodate the ridge, but that was nothing to the pleasure that shot through her body as her cunt filled with hot man-meat.

The head inside, she lowered herself down the shaft. Christ! He was splitting her in two. She stopped and rocked for a bit, easing herself around him, then down again as he pushed up inside her. She heard someone cry out and realised it was herself. God. The pain. She tried to relax her muscles and managed to slip down another inch or so. She felt Colin’s hands on her hips, steadying her, as he whispered, “That’s so good, you are the best, most beautiful, most sexy woman in the world. Oh Marion you feel so good.”

The compliments gave her confidence, she found the pain was passing into an extreme of pleasure as the monster cock tunnelled its way deep inside her. She eased her way further down, feeling the huge pressure on her vaginal walls, feeling the throb of pain and pleasure intermingle. She could do this. She could fuck this huge thing. She could do it! She ground down hard. Fuck! It was like giving birth in reverse – she loved the babies coming out as much as she was loving this man get inside! Pain, yes, but pleasure.

One desperate push and she was there, her arse against his swollen balls, her hairy mound rubbing against his shaved pubis. “Yes!” she screamed, “Yes!” She felt that the cock-head was nearly in her stomach, but, by God, she’d done it.

She dragged herself up, hearing her stretched quim slurp as she moved it up the shaft, then bore down again. Colin groaned. Up and down she went on his great pole, the unfamiliar stretching pulling down her clitoris to rub against him. Oh God she was near, she felt her orgasm begin to build. She brought her face to his and grabbed his shoulders, “Roll me over.” She commanded.

Still inside, they rolled and now she was on her back and Colin was pushing down and into her. “Fuck me Colin,” She gasped, “fuck me hard!”

Colin did not need telling and he rose and fell on her like a jack hammer. Marion screamed in pleasure, her orgasms coming in great waves as Colin’s cock pushed and pulled like a huge fleshy piston, her fanny-farts coming loud and wet as the air sucked in and pushed out of her gaping, gasping cunny.

She clenched her stomach muscle and gripped the massive tool with her cunt as best she could. He was twitching now. She could feel every square inch of that dick and she knew he was ready.

She put her head to his ear, “Fuck me Colin, fuck my cunt, my hairy, hairy cunt. “

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered his breath quickening.

“Spunk me, Colin, spunk my fanny with your big, big cock,” she was howling now, hysterical as another orgasm exploded from her aching vulva. “Come on, give me your come.”

Colin’s body stiffened and he arched his back as his ejaculation came in spluttering thick gobbets.

It felt like a dam burst in Marion’s womb, his sperm filling every space inside her.

They lay together, panting and gasping, sticky with sweat and sex juice. Then Colin withdrew his loosening dick with a greasy pop and lay on his back. Marion felt the sensation of cool air, inside her sore and steaming cunt. So sensitive now she could feel the slow progress of Colin’s semen seeping out of her still gaping fuck hole. For a wild minute she wondered if it would ever close again.

“Oh God Marion,” Colin breathed, “Thank you. Thank you so much. I didn’t think that would ever be possible.”

Marion propped herself up on one elbow, her golden hair was matted with sweat and her chest flushed and red.

“You haven’t done it before, have you?”

“Other girls, they’ve been kind and….done things…but no. Never inside. Never like that.” He drew her close. “There’s never been anyone like you. I don’t think there ever will be. You were my big chance.”

Marion snuggled in to his warm body and whispered in his ear. “I’ve always taken my chances when they come up. What about you? We now we know what’s possible, shall we find out what else we can do? This could be another big chance.”

 


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