Immoral Views

by Kay Jaybee

  “You’re so wet, baby,” Caleb whispered, kissing her neck, pushing a thick finger inside her, and then joining it with a second almost immediately.

  Izzy’s breathing was heavy and she tried to quieten it, terrified of being caught. But Caleb and Suzy were so wrapped up in each other they heard nothing. Caleb’s fingers pushed in and out rapidly, fucking her with his hand, thrusting against her from behind.

  “I think you’re wet enough,” he murmured, “I need to be inside you.”

  “Yes,” Suzy moaned. “I want you to fuck me, Caleb.”

  Izzy wanted it too, more than anything. She watched as he walked her over to the washing machine and bent her over it, spreading her legs, fingering her tight pussy again, smearing the flood of juices over her bum and the insides of her thighs. Izzy had a perfect view from the car, her own pussy twitching as she pushed inside herself with one hand, her clit throbbing as she teased it with the other. She pulled her top up exposing her breasts, naked and wanton in the back of her car, leaning back against the cool leather as she watched her sister’s boyfriend slowly and deliberately pushing his cock between the pouting pussy lips of her sister’s best friend.

  Suzy moaned loudly as Caleb slid inside her, her hands gripping the sides of the machine, pushing her bum back towards him, matching his thrusts with her own. Izzy could see him slipping in and out of Suzy’s soaking pussy, as Izzy mirrored his moves with two fingers inside herself. Caleb’s breath was ragged, his bum clenching with every thrust. He gripped Suzy’s hips, holding her still so that he could get maximum penetration as she pressed her face against the cool metal of the washer, mumbling his name every time his thighs slapped against hers. His whole body was tense and Izzy thought that he must be close to finishing. Suzy’s legs were shaking and she was gasping, clinging to the edge of the washer.

  “Yes….oh god yes….Caleb baby…..I’m gonna cum,” she squealed and Izzy watched as Caleb slid his hand between her legs, stroking her clit to push her over the edge.

  She pushed back against him, her pussy throbbing around his cock as wave after wave of orgasm pulsed through her until she slumped forward, her eyes shut, breathing hard.

  “Fuck baby, that was hot,” Caleb said, pulling his gorgeous erection slowly out until just the tip was inside her. “Now it’s my turn,” and he shoved it back inside her hard, making her moan again.

  Izzy couldn’t hold back, her fingers flying over her clit and buried deep in her cunt, she brought herself off with a muffled moan, burying her face in the headrest; just as Caleb thrust into Suzy for the last time, his face contorted, eyes closed, he pulled out and covered her ass with a stream of hot cum. Izzy tried to catch her breath as she watched it jet out, the head of his cock swollen and crimson as he held it, wiping the last of his spunk across her cheeks.

  They paused for a moment, and then Caleb pulled out a hanky and wiped the evidence off of Suzy’s bum and back. She turned around and they kissed again before gathering up their clothes and dressing hurriedly, the spell broken and both worried about being caught. Suzy left the garage first, heading straight for the bathroom to straighten herself out. Caleb paused for a moment, a slight frown on his face as he looked around the garage. In one heart stopping moment Izzy knew he was looking right at her and she’d been caught. She froze, the duvet barely covering her, blind panic coursing through her as she tried to think of something to say. Then he grinned and winked. Shrugging his jacket back on, he turned and left the garage, closing the door behind him.

  Izzy sat there for several seconds too shocked to move. She knew that no one would ever make her feel like Caleb had done that night. She hugged herself as she pictured him winking. He’d known all along that she was there. He’d known she was watching.

  London, England: Present day

  Izzy approached the door of the building and it opened straight away. A beautiful girl in a white suit took her invitation and let her in with a smile. The girl indicated that Izzy should follow her and they passed through two more doors, along several corridors until finally arriving at a beautifully ornate staircase which led into the underbelly of the house.

  “Enjoy yourself, Ms. Delaney,” the girl said, smiling and gesturing for her to take the staircase. “Victor, your host, will meet you at the bottom of the stairs.”

  Izzy felt her pussy moisten with anticipation as she stepped onto the staircase and gently ran her fingers over her nipples, stiff beneath the soft fabric of her dress. As she went down the stairs she noticed that the lights were getting dimmer and she could hear music very faintly in the background. Reaching the bottom she saw a man was waiting for her and she hurried towards him. Taking her hand, he kissed it and swept into a low bow.

  “Isabella,” he said, his accent heavy and reminiscent of bygone days. “I am Victor. We are so happy you could come to our party. Let me take you inside and introduce you to some of my very good friends.”

  He opened the door and the music became louder without being obtrusive. The lights were dimmed and there were candles everywhere casting a soft glow over the beautiful room. The floor was covered with comfortable sofas, cushions and thick rugs; and on them were couples, threesomes and groups of people, all in different stages of undress. The air was heavy with the scent of sex. Everywhere Izzy looked there were women and men being filled with fingers, cocks and toys. Erect penises were being sucked and stroked and she paused to watch an extremely well hung man enter a woman, held in front of him by two of her friends. The sight of his thick shaft pushing between the woman’s soft pink lips made Izzy’s clit throb and she ached to stop and touch herself. But her host was leading her onwards.

  “Come Isabella”, he smiled. “I have some people I know you will love to meet.”

  She followed him over to where there were several booths centred around large circular beds. On each bed couples and groups were playing while others watched. There was champagne on ice and her host handed her a chilled flute. She sipped it gratefully, letting the ice-cold liquid slip down her throat, feeling the bubbles on her tongue as she looked around the room. Her hand flew to her heart as she thought she saw Caleb watching her from the corner of the bar. Izzy looked again, unable to breathe. Was it him? It couldn’t be, but he was so similar it made her shiver. She sighed. Even the thought of him still had the power to make her feel like her insides had melted. He had coloured every sexual experience she’d had from that first time she’d watched him. The watching had become a pattern between them that year. At every party, she hid in her car and at every party he came to her. He was always with a different girl, but it always ended the same way. A glance, a wink and he was gone.

  Their ritual hadn’t ended until Katy had caught him red handed at her birthday party. It had been a terrible row and Caleb had never returned to the house. Shortly after that Izzy had left for England, her father proudly sending her off to Oxford University to study English, his dreams of his daughter becoming a successful journalist still intact.

  As Victor introduced her to the people at the table Izzy let her thoughts drift to the first boyfriend she’d had in England — the delectable and filthy Liam. Her sexy “bit of rough” as the Brits would say. All she’d cared about was that he reminded her of Caleb.

  Oxford, England: 10 years earlier

  Liam wasn’t from the University. Izzy had met him in a rough looking bar one evening when she’d been discovering the city on her own. He was what her other friends would call “common” so Izzy always arranged to meet him far away from the house she shared with the other girls. It gave their meetings an added frisson of excitement for Izzy, and if Liam minded being kept hidden he never showed it.

  Liam blasted his horn as he saw her approach and she waved, breaking into a run to reach his car. Izzy slid into the passenger seat and he leaned over to kiss her. His lips were soft and warm and she closed her eyes, hopeful that they were going back to his flat to fuck. He
stroked his fingers through her hair, pulling her face closer to him, kissing her harder.

  “I missed you,” he said. “You been ignoring me?”

  Izzy shook her head. “It’s just my stupid exams,” she said. “You know I have to pass if I want my dad to keep paying for me to be here. I have to study.”

  Liam rolled his eyes. “I told you, babe. Come live with me. I’ll look after you.”

  Izzy didn’t doubt his sincerity but she didn’t want to burst his bubble by telling him that he was just a stop gap, a distraction until she could find the one man who knew what she wanted. Caleb. His name whispered through her thoughts, making her wet. She bit her bottom lip and kissed Liam again.

  “I know baby,” she said. “But what would my daddy say?”

  Liam just grinned, and started the engine of his Golf GTI. It was black with white racing stripes that flashed up the bonnet and disappeared over the roof. Fitted to the back was a huge custom exhaust which sounded like an aeroplane about to take off, and there were the obligatory oversized alloy wheels. It was Liam’s pride and joy. Izzy rolled her eyes as he revved the engine to impress her.

  She looked at Liam as he drove, trying to see him as others did. The muscles in his arms tensed as he gripped the steering wheel. Izzy loved to watch him drive, imagining his arms around her when they parked up somewhere later. She had never done it in a car before she met Liam, but if she looked carefully she could still see the footprints on the inside of the windscreen from the last time they’d gone out. Tonight Liam was wearing thick tracksuit bottoms, a tight white t-shirt and a baseball cap. His hair was blond and spiky underneath it, just a little longer than was cool, but Izzy liked that. It made him less intimidating than some of his mates, somehow more vulnerable. His heavy gold chain was around his neck as always and as he changed gear his bracelet banged against the handbrake. His trainers were box fresh, pure white. He looked a bit scary but Izzy knew it was all an act. The others might think he was a chav but Izzy adored him and he treated her like his princess. Deep down Liam was a big softy. And most importantly of all he shared her love of outdoor fucking and voyeurism, without making her feel like she was some kind of pervert.

  “Where are we going, Li?” she asked.

  “You’ll see,” he said with a sly smile.

  “What’s the big secret, don’t tease me!”

  “I thought you liked me to tease you,” he grinned, sliding his hand up her thigh and squeezing.

  “I do, but come on, don’t keep me in suspense. Where are we going? Is it a new club? A party?”

  Liam ignored her as he navigated out of the cul-de-sac and headed out of town. She waited impatiently for him to get out onto the open road then swatted him again.

  “Spill!” she said.

  “OK, what’s your hottest fantasy?”

  Izzy could see Liam’s cock straining against his sweatpants. Obviously just the thought of what they were going to do was turning him on. She thought about everything they talked about while they were fucking. A smile spread across her face.

  “No...way!” she said, hardly daring to believe the glint in his eye. “God, I hope it’s what I think it is,” she giggled. “Are we going somewhere dark and secluded? Somewhere that other people might be?”

  Liam nodded.

  “Baby, are you taking me dogging?” she squealed.

  “Yes I am!”

  “Oh my GOD, baby that is so hot!” Izzy leaned over and kissed him, sliding her hand into his crotch, stroking his hard-on.

  “Hey, save that for when we get there,” he laughed. “I gotta perform! I don’t wanna peak too soon.”

  “How do you know where to go?” she asked.

  “I looked it up on the internet, there are loads of sites. You know, some of them even have pictures.” He leaned over, opening the glove box to reveal his camera. “Maybe we can post some of our own later?”

  He winked at her, running his hand up her leg. “Are you wearing panties?” He did a terrible impression of her American accent, making her laugh. His fingers disappeared under her mini skirt and she parted her legs so he could feel for himself. He encountered bare skin and groaned. “Fuck, you’re so wet already, baby,” he said slipping a finger inside her.

  Izzy leaned her head back against the seat, giving herself up to his touch, sucking in her breath as he grazed her clit. “Well I’m excited,” she purred. “You know how much it turns me on thinking about people watching us fucking. I can’t believe we’re actually going to do this! Shit, Liam, how will we know what to do?”

  He laughed. “Don’t we just pull up and put on a show, and people can watch us and jerk off.” Liam stroked his palm over his cock as he thought about it. “I don’t think there are too many rules, we just gotta make sure we don’t get caught!”

  A few minutes later he slowed the car as they approached a wooded area with a car park half hidden by the trees. There were several cars already there and a couple of guys standing around in the semi-darkness. Liam parked under some trees and switched off the engine.

  “Do you want to watch for a bit, see what’s going on? Or do you just want to fuck?” He pulled her over the gear stick and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her long and soft. “You decide, baby. This is your fantasy,” he whispered. “I’ll go with whatever you want.”

  “Aren’t you supposed to leave the car running?” Izzy asked.

  “You can but I figured you’re safe enough with me here to protect you.” He switched on the interior lights so that they were illuminated. Then he flashed the headlights a couple of times. “So that people know it’s ok to come and look,” he said grinning at her.

  “You really read up on this didn’t you.”

  It made her feel all mushy that he’d gone to so much trouble for her. Izzy pushed the button to recline her seat, and Liam turned towards her. Reaching over, he flipped up her skirt, exposing her naked, shaved pussy. She looked down, watching him touching her. His fingers were tanned and huge against her pale skin and tiny frame. He let them wander over her thigh and she gasped, letting her legs fall open, her pussy warm and wet, desperate for him to touch it. The darkness was almost complete outside and at first Izzy couldn’t see if anyone was there or not. The thought that someone might be watching her, her pussy brazenly exposed and bare to anyone who was out there, made her quiver with excitement, and she felt a flood of wet between her legs. Liam traced from her clit down towards her ass with his fingertip, letting it slip inside her as he did. She moaned, spreading her legs further, arching up towards his hand. He slowly circled her clit, watching her face, her eyes closed, lips parted, and her breath fast and shallow as her body responded to his touch.

  “There’s a guy out there,” Liam whispered against her skin as he kissed from her lips down to her neck. “I can see his watch catching the light every time he moves. He’s watching me touching you and he’s got his dick in his hand. Fuck that’s hot! Take off your top, give him something else to look at.”

  Izzy slowly undid the zipper on her top, Liam’s finger still stroking her clit, making her moan. All she could think about was the guy standing next to their car, pumping his cock with his fist, his eyes all over her. Her top slowly opened as she unzipped it. Izzy was wearing nothing underneath and bit by bit she exposed her naked breasts. She cupped them in her hands, her fingers pinching her nipples, making them even harder, running her hands over herself, while Liam slowly stroked her wet slit. She pushed her legs further apart, wanting to expose every part of her. The light from the car shone onto her glistening pussy and she watched, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, as Liam slid one finger inside her, slowly pushing it in and out, letting her lips work up and down his finger. Their car was one of several in the car park and as her eyes got used to the dark Izzy could see that there was more than one guy standing around them. Each car had four or five spectators, all fully c
lothed, all touching themselves. Izzy was aware of people standing by the window of the car and she bucked her hips up to meet Liam’s hand, knowing that their audience was getting a perfect view of Liam fingering her.

  “Fuck, this is hot,” Liam whispered, leaning over and kissing her. “All those guys are watching me fingerfuck you.”

  Izzy gasped as he found her clit and rolled it between his finger and thumb, then slipped a second digit into her, scissoring inside her, stretching her open for their audience.

  “Do you want me to make you cum while they watch you, baby?”

  Izzy pushed up against him.

  “That’s it Iz,” he whispered, holding his fingers still as she thrust up against his hand. “Give them a good show, let them see your pussy getting filled.”

  “I want to touch you too,” she moaned as she reached over and pushed his tracksuit bottoms down around his thighs. His cock sprang up, hard and thick, swollen bigger than she’d ever seen it and she licked her lips. She wrapped her hand around him and slowly and deliberately stroked him up and down.

  “Faster….” he groaned, his eyes closed. “You’re such a tease.”

  “Say please,” Izzy whispered, kissing the edge of his chin, feeling the graze of his stubble on her lips. She ran her tongue down the soft skin of his neck, the smell of his CK One aftershave filling her nostrils.

  “Please,” he begged, as he pushed his fingers into her harder.