Immoral Views

by Kay Jaybee

  “He started it,” he said. “He was talking about hottest fantasies while we were drinking. You know the usual stuff, big tits and twins, finding out who liked what. And then he looked straight at me, and said: ‘What about you, d’you fancy a threesome?’ And the way he looked at me I just knew he wasn’t talking about me and two girls. He had this glint in his eye when he said it.”

  “What did you say?” Izzy mumbled, her mouth full of cock.

  “Christ baby you are so good at that,” Chris moaned, tangling his fingers in her long dark hair and pulling her down onto him harder.

  “I bet you didn’t actually say that,” she giggled, pulling back and looking up at him.

  “Shit, don’t stop Iz,” he mumbled, pulling her back down onto him.

  “What did you say about the threesome?”

  “I didn’t, I couldn’t. Everyone was looking at me, like they knew exactly what I was thinking or something. Then when I went to the bar, he followed me. We got talking and he said he could tell what I wanted. He said he could tell by the way I was looking at him. And he said he was thinking the same thing. He pressed up against me and whispered in my ear. I could feel his hot breath on me and it made me harder than I’ve ever been. I had to lean against the bar to hide it and he knew it was there. His fingers kept brushing mine and all I could think about was kissing him.”

  “Did you kiss him?” Izzy asked, sliding a finger inside herself, arching against her palm to keep the pressure on her swollen nub. Her voice was ragged, vibrating against his skin, her mouth full.

  “Of course not,” Chris growled. “We were in a pub full of geezers. I didn’t fancy getting my head kicked in!”

  “But he wanted too, didn’t he, just as much as you. That’s why he gave you his number.”

  “How d’you know I got his number?....Oh fuck yes….Jesus baby, that’s it….right there.” Chris arched up off the bed as Izzy sucked him hard and deep. She could feel his balls get tight and high as he almost shot his load right there and then.

  “Because if you didn’t you wouldn’t be telling me now. I want him to come round. Call him now, arrange it for tomorrow. Do it while I suck you off.”

  Chris didn’t argue. He never argued with Izzy. He did as he was told and she rewarded him with sex. It was the best sex he’d ever had and Chris thought he might be in love with her. He dialled Dan’s number, remembering how the other guy had taken his phone and entered his number himself. He’d saved it under Fuck Buddy and it had made him hard.

  Dan answered his phone immediately. Izzy sucked Chris slow and gentle as he made the arrangements for the next day. Her fingers were buried inside her pussy and Chris slipped his finger round to play with her clit, stroking the hard button until she was moaning around his cock, the vibrations making his voice catch.

  “Is your girlfriend giving you head?” Dan asked. “Are you getting a blow job while you talk to me?”

  Chris just moaned, the phone slack against his ear as he gave himself up to Izzy’s mouth.

  “Tell her I’ll enjoy doing the same tomorrow while she watches,” Dan said and hung up.

  Chris dropped the phone and Izzy climbed back up him, sliding her hot pussy along his thigh.

  “….Wanna get inside you…” he muttered incoherently and Izzy put him out of his misery, sliding her slick hole over him, impaling herself on his prick. She slammed onto him, her clit grinding against his body as she fucked him, pinning his hands up above his head until she came. She leaned against him as her orgasm subsided and gasped as he grabbed her hips, pounding up against her until he lost control and she felt him throbbing inside her. She climbed off, turning her back on him to sleep and he curled up around her, kissing the back of her neck.

  “I love you,” he whispered into her hair.

  Izzy pretended she was asleep.

  The next day neither one of them woke up until halfway through the afternoon. Chris uncurled himself from Izzy and looked at the clock. Izzy murmured and tried to snuggle back into him.

  “C’mere,” she said. “It’s still early.”

  “Baby, it’s nearly 3 in the afternoon. It’s not early, unless you mean early evening maybe. Shit, Dan will be here soon!”

  They both sat up. Izzy yawned and looked at him. “That wasn’t a dream then?”

  Chris laughed, shaking his head. He shoved his hand under the duvet and gave his wake up erection a tug, scratching his balls.

  Izzy slapped his hand away. “That’s my job,” she said, curling her fingers around him.

  Chris pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her. “Later, you little nympho, save it for Dan!”

  He got up and checked himself out in the full length mirror by the door. Izzy watched him, her heart aching. It was times like this that he reminded her most of Caleb. The cocky arrogance as he stood butt naked admiring himself in the mirror. His hair was the same dark brown, almost black, and messy from a restless night. His eyes were the same deep blue and his lashes dusted the tops of his cheeks when he blinked. His mouth was less full, his lips turned up in a cheeky smirk most of the time; and he wasn’t quite as tall. But if she squinted, she was back in her parent’s garage half a decade ago. He turned and winked at her as he wandered into the bathroom and her stomach flip-flopped as she was transported back in time.

  An hour later, Izzy was shaved, plucked, moisturised and perfumed. Her hair was full and fell in soft waves over her shoulders. Her eyes were smoky dark, her lips full and pink.

  “Wow,” Chris said, as she came out of the bedroom, wearing her sexiest pink and black corset with stockings and heels. “I don’t know if I want to share you when you look that hot.”

  “It’s because I look this hot that you get to share me, babe.” Izzy stalked around the living room making sure everything they needed was where they needed it. Chris poured her a large glass of cold white wine and she took a sip then put her arms around him.

  “Are you excited?” she asked, pressing her crotch to his. He was hard. “Is that for me, or are you saving it for Dan?” she whispered in his ear. “I can’t wait to see his lips wrapped around you. I want you both naked, so I can watch him play with himself while he goes down on you.”

  Chris moaned against her neck, his cock straining against his jeans.

  The doorbell rang and they both jumped. Izzy laughed nervously, taking a deep breath.

  “I love you Iz,” Chris said grabbing her hand as she went to get the door.

  “I know, baby,” she whispered, kissing him.

  Izzy answered the door, excited to see what Dan looked like. He stood there, grinning, in dark jeans and a white t-shirt with a shirt over the top, leaning against the doorframe. He looked so casually fuckable her knees almost buckled beneath her. As he smiled at her his eyes lit up and Izzy could see exactly what Chris liked about him. It was the cheeky smile and dark eyes, every look loaded with possibility.

  “Hi,” she said, opening the door wide to let him through.

  Dan stopped in the narrow hallway and pushed Izzy up against the wall with his body, his fingers sliding into her hair. “Chris was right,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”

  Izzy blushed, holding his gaze. “He said the same about you,” she countered.

  Chris appeared at the door to the living room. “Hiya Dan,” he said, striding over and offering his hand.

  Dan took it and pulled him close, their bodies millimetres apart. “You two are gorgeous,” he said. “I think tonight will be fun.”

  With that, he pulled Chris towards him and kissed him. Izzy watched her boyfriend try to resist for about a second before his mouth opened, his tongue pushing against Dan’s. Chris’s eyes were closed and Dan winked at Izzy, pushing Chris up against the wall, his hands on his hips to hold him close. It was so hot, Izzy could have watched them forever.

  She slipped past them and, taki
ng both their hands, guided them into the living room. They stood in the middle of the room, neither one of them ready to break the kiss. Izzy ran her hands through her hair and took another gulp of wine, unsure of what to do next. Should she direct them or would Dan take the lead? She didn’t have time to think as a second later Dan stepped back.

  “I want you sitting down on the edge of the sofa,” he said to Chris. “And take your t-shirt off….I wanna see your sexy stomach. If you’re good I’ll be cumming on it later.”

  Izzy shivered as she watched Chris do exactly as he was told. Dan obviously had this all planned out.

  He turned to Izzy. “What are you waiting for?” he asked with a playful smirk. “Chris said that you had something for me? Well I can’t see it, so maybe you should go and get ready?”

  Izzy nodded mutely as she watched Dan kiss a trail from the top of Chris’s jeans, across his stomach and over his chest. Chris tipped his head back as Dan reached his neck, giving him easy access to the sensitive skin under his ear. Izzy knew it turned him on to be kissed and bitten there, and watching Dan nibbling and licking him was making her really wet. She could imagine how it was making Chris feel. She could see his hard-on through his jeans and she desperately wanted Dan to unzip them and take Chris’s stiff prick in his hand.

  “Are you still here?” Dan asked grinning at her, and she turned and ran into the bedroom.

  Her heart was pounding. It was such a turn on watching Dan take charge of Chris like that, and to have him order her around too. But she couldn’t wait to bend him over the table and fuck him into submission. She got her harness out of their toy cupboard and fastened it around her waist and thighs, checking in the mirror that it was all done up. Then she took out the purple double-ended dildo she’d bought especially for Chris and attached it to the harness, sliding the shorter end slowly into her wet slit, gasping as it nestled inside her. She closed her eyes and then giggled as she remembered Chris’s face when she’d brought it home. At least now he would get to see it being used, even if it wasn’t on him. She checked her reflection in the mirror again, running her hand over her ‘cock’, revelling in how powerful it made her feel.

  She went back to the lounge and sucked in her breath. Dan had stripped Chris naked and was kneeling between his legs, his long fingers wrapped casually around Chris’s penis. Dan had also removed his own shirt, and the muscles of his shoulders and arms flexed and rippled as he manipulated Chris’s tumescent cock. Chris’s eyes were shut, his head thrown back and he was moaning as Dan slowly and deliberately ran his hand up and down the shaft. Izzy couldn’t move, her eyes fixed on them, the toy within her suddenly drenched as her pussy flooded at the sight. Dan’s other hand was stroking Chris’s thigh, inching higher and higher towards his balls, teasing him.

  “I want you to beg,” he said. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  Chris’s breathing was jagged, his lips parted. Izzy held her breath, wanting to hear him beg too.

  “I…..I want you to kiss me,” he managed, and Dan moved up his body, his lips almost touching Chris’s.

  “Want me to kiss you here?” he asked, dropping feather-light kisses over his lips, his tongue darting into his mouth, running along his teeth.

  Chris shook his head. “No, down there,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

  “Where?” Dan asked. “Say it….Say where you want me to kiss you.”

  His voice was almost hypnotic and Izzy found her fingers drifting towards the huge purple cock between her legs. She stroked up and down it, biting her bottom lip as it shifted inside her, watching Chris struggle to say the words.

  “I want you to put it in your mouth,” he whispered. “Please…..I….I want you to suck my cock.”

  Dan groaned, closing his eyes. He kissed Chris again and then dipped his head between his legs. Dan’s tongue flickered out of his mouth, circling Chris’s throbbing head, making Chris moan and buck.

  “Hey, slow down kiddo. Don’t be so impatient, we have all night.”

  Dan turned and beckoned Izzy over, watching her as she stroked the dildo. She knelt down next to him and he leaned over to kiss her. She could taste Chris on him and reached out her hands to touch them both. Chris shivered, every sense heightened as Dan went back to his cock, Dan’s mouth engulfing him, making him moan again. Izzy stroked her hand over her boyfriend’s taut stomach; and Chris grabbed her hand, gripping it tightly as Dan went down on him. Her other hand slid between Dan’s legs, stroking him through his jeans. He quickly undid his belt and fly, shoving his jeans roughly down his legs, never releasing Chris’s cock. Dan wasn’t wearing anything beneath his jeans, and his cock sprang up thick and stiff from amongst neatly trimmed dark curls. Izzy knelt behind him, her hand between his legs, and wrapped her fingers around Dan’s stout penis. As she did, she kissed his back, the muscles on his shoulders tautening as he worked his mouth up and down Chris’s dick. The cock between her legs rubbed against Dan’s thigh, which in turn pushed the toy against her clit as she rubbed against him harder. He opened his legs and she slipped between them, savouing the feeling of her own cock next to his as she worked her hand up and down.

  She heard Dan’s breath catch in his throat and for a split second he paused in what he was doing. Bereft, Chris pulled his friend’s head back down, pushing up deeper into his mouth as Dan’s hand wrapped around Izzy’s waist, pulling her closer to him.

  She looked around and saw the lube on the table beside them, just where she’d placed it in anticipation of this moment. Grabbing it, she opened the slender bottle and dribbled the fluid between the cheeks of Dan’s ass, pulling the taut globes apart until she could see the dark pucker that she was looking for, sliding her fingers over it to spread the slick liquid. He moaned and pushed himself towards her, the vibrations from the noise making Chris gasp.

  Izzy carefully smeared the lube over the length of the dildo, making sure that everything was covered.

  “Please,” Dan moaned. “I don’t care if it’s covered, I want you inside me.”

  Izzy’s cheeks were flushed, her whole body burning with the need to fuck him. She watched Chris’s face over Dan’s shoulder, and saw the tell-tale signs that he was going to cum written all over it. Dan’s hand was wrapped around Chris’s cock, covering anything his mouth couldn’t reach and he slowly upped the speed, reacting to Chris’s incoherent ramble as he came closer to orgasm.

  Izzy positioned herself behind Dan and slowly pressed the thick end of her cock against his tight hole, not wanting to hurt him. He gasped and for a moment he slumped forward onto Chris, his eyes flickering shut as she eased inside him, rubbing himself against Chris’s thigh. Then he pushed back against her, meeting her thrusts and pulling her deeper inside him. He rocked back against her and jerked his hand up and down bringing Chris ever closer to the edge. He ran his tongue over the swollen bulb again and Chris growled, clutching at the cushions on the sofa, his body stiffening. Izzy watched over Dan’s shoulder as Chris shot a thick stream of cum across his own stomach, feeling her own pussy clenching against the thrusts from the dildo as she pushed into Dan, over and over. He slumped forward, his cock resting between Chris’s legs, his erection rubbing slowly over Chris’s, his stomach sliding on the sticky cum that slicked his skin. Izzy wrapped her hands around his hips and fucked him harder, her eyes meeting Chris’s over Dan’s shoulder.

  “I love you,” he whispered, and she leaned forward, her lips finding his, kissing him as Dan ground against his cock and she slammed again and again into the yielding asshole beneath her until Dan whimpered, his hands finding Chris’s as he came all over him, Dan’s cum mixing with the sticky mess already between them. Izzy pushed into him one last time, the feel of him giving up to her sending her over the brink, her orgasm shaking her as wave after wave rocked through her.

  Izzy slowly pulled out of Dan and unclipped the strap-on, chucking it across the room. She mov
ed around next to them and they wrapped their arms around her and each other. She leant her head on Chris’s shoulder and Dan kissed them both. They didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to. Eventually, Dan stood up, took both of their hands, and led them into the bedroom.

  London, England: Present day

  Something brushing past her brought Izzy back to the present, her face flushed with the memories of that night. Looking up, she saw the man in the lion mask was standing right in front of her. Up close he was even more beautiful, his thick dark hair shot through with golden streaks, his lips full and dangerous looking as he smiled down at her.

  “Caleb?” she asked, unable to stop herself. The resemblance was so strong she felt dizzy. He reached out and caught her as she stumbled against him and his touch shot through her like electricity. “It’s me, it’s Izzy.”

  He looked down into her eyes and for a moment she thought she was mistaken. Then he winked at her. And she knew it was him. All these years and he was here in front of her. She could hear the blood rushing in her head and she leaned against his warm chest, terrified she was going to faint.

  He held her until she could breathe again, then he took her by the hand and led her to a dark corner of the room.

  “Izzy,” he whispered, pushing her back onto the cushions. “I thought I’d never find you again. All these years and I thought I’d lost you forever.”

  Izzy could barely believe her ears. He’d been looking for her? How could that be?

  “When Katy told your father about what we’d been doing he went crazy. I thought he was going to kill me. He kept shouting about how I’d corrupted his princess. I tried to tell him, to explain, but I couldn’t put it into words. I couldn’t explain to myself how I felt about you, never mind tell your father.”