The Pass -- Reveal
Brad's forty, and his girlfriend Sarah, has been caught on camera getting fucked silly by some rugby lads on a pool table. Brad's only way out is to take a pass, 'a ticket to roam', to get even. But it becomes a friends and family affair, when Sarah's eighteen-year-old daughter Jess, gratefully accommodates him.
...He'd dealt with his mum's garden, and had stopped off on the way back at the off licence for some lubricant. Red wine and lager for him. Vodka, lime and lemonade for Jess, and then got back to the house.
"I'm back," Brad shouted up. He could hear a hairdryer going. Jess hadn't heard him. He ordered two pizzas for delivery and popped a bottle of lager, prepped a drink for Jess, and went upstairs. He needed a shower.
He knocked her door. The hairdryer had stopped. "Yeah," she shouted. Brad opened the door, and handed her the drink. She smiled sitting in a white towel, almost virginal looking. Again, discipline kicked in. Most younger lads would have gone for it there and then, but he just cast an eye. His gaze then slid across to the bed and the clothes she had out. "Fuck off!" she spouted as she threw her quilt cover over them. "You'll see shortly."
Brad casually put his hands in the air as if to say 'don't shoot,' then said "I'm getting a shower, pizza will be here in fifteen, keep an eye out for it, and when you get downstairs, find a film to put on Hun."
"Is that it? Anything else?" Jess said humorously and sarcastically.
Brad calmly responded, "Oh yes, I'd imagine they'll be more tasks to perform later," and he backed out of the room, winked and closed the door.
Brad had showered and walked down the stairs dressed in tracksuit bottoms and a loose sports vest. He hadn't been able to shift his semi hard cock since he'd got back to the house, with his vest was showing his strong shoulders, and toned arms.
Jess was already down, and in the kitchen. Brad walked in, and she handed him a bottle of lager, and just brushed his side and smelt him, like an animal in the wild. Confident. Her hair was wavy and loose, a loosely buttoned pale pink cardy, a pink and white checked loose-drop mini skirt, with off-white knee-high socks. No sign of makeup, she didn't need any.
She looked a picture of purity with a streak of absolute filth running through her.
They wondered through to the lounge, sat down, and started to watch the film. He was sat at one end of the sofa, as she lay along it, leaning with her back into Brad's chest. The film was irrelevant. It didn't take long. The small of her back had shifted to one side already, as she could sense his stiffening cock, and her hand had slid down her side to feel him through his trouser bottoms. Brad had one hand in her hair and the other was on her cardi moving across her breasts. Her nipples weren't big, but they were stiff. She had no bra on which turned him on.
The door went. "Pizza!" he exclaimed. Jess hopped off reluctantly and dealt with the delivery. She walked in with the pizza. He stopped her. "You know the rules," Brad exclaimed.
"What!" she said. There was a house rule of no food in the lounge. "I'm squeezing the cock of my mother's boyfriend, getting my tits worked on, and you're highlighting the no lounge food rule. For fucks sake"' She was amazed at the double standards.
She went through into the kitchen diner with the pizza, toned thighs striding out, shaking her head in disbelief. Brad followed her through, and watched her skirt bounce as if the garment was alive as she walked. He was hard.
She put the pizzas down on the table and opened the boxes. She had no time to turn round. Brad was there, held her tight from behind, and grabbed her head and kissed and nibbled her neck. His other hand grasped her breasts through her top. She shrieked with surprise and glee. His hard cock pushed against and across her left butt cheek, through their clothes. She couldn't believe this was going to happen.
Jess had been unsure all afternoon if this is what she wanted or should do. Those deliberations had been a waste of energy. She was now aching to be fucked by a mature cock.
Brad stepped back and took his top and trousers off quickly. Jess spun round, and looked at him. He was a completely different species to Phil. A strength and size her boyfriend would never be able to aspire to in all aspects. Jess looked straight into Brads eyes, and simultaneously clutched his large bare cock for the first time. His cock was heavy, fat, and long. It wasn't as smooth as Phil's inferior member, with fat veins and arteries snaking randomly around his shaft. It made Jess flush with anticipation.
Brad kissed her briefly, but passionately. She'd never experienced this attention before, and then he hitched her skirt and planted his palm over her cloth covered wet pussy and tingling clit, his fingers rubbing deliberately slow and gentle to start with, but then quicker and firmer against her damp knickers. A wave was coming over her. Jess was about to come already. She didn't want too yet. Wincing with pleasure, she wrenched his hand away, and went to her knees. It was time to eat, but the pizza can wait. She wanted warm cock muscle to chew on.
She started with both hands working the shaft and caressing his hair-lined balls, whilst her mouth absorbed his fat bellend. Rocking her head, part controlled by Brad's hand, taking his swollen tip in and out of her mouth with the occasional puckered sound as her lips lost traction with his swollen bulb.
