Beyond the Bonfire

Erika screwed her face up at me. "Okay, Okay, I get it."

She put her hands to the button on her shorts. I stepped sideways to get a look at her behind the island bench. She brought her shorts down first, then her tiny thong panties. The other two couldn't yet see what I could, the pussy that behind Danny's back I'd paid money to get into a number of times now. Waxed perfectly smooth, it was a silky experience sliding up that cunt. It was loose inside of course, given it had cock up it three hours a day, but the ass and thighs surrounding it were tight and fit. For a prostitute, she had tremendous enthusiasm for passionate sex, at least when I'd been with her. She kissed me wildly when we did it, something I'd not had from other whores.

"There now," she smirked at my fuck, "now it's your turn."

Jonesy looked at me, I just shrugged. She looked at Danny leering at her wanting to see more again.

"Danny, perhaps you'd like to help her?" I said, seeing how keen he was to get her body back on show, and to feel her up I expected.

"No, no, I can do it," said Jonesy, really quickly. She started fingering at her own top button, slowly bringing it and the others open. I moved up behind her and slid it off her shoulders, tossing it over to the sofa but it fell short landing on the floor. I left it there. Standing behind her I slid my hands around and grabbed both tits, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck. She squirmed, feel awkward about being handled sexually in front of my room-mates. I cupped the breasts like a shelf-bra.

"Not bad, huh?" I said pointing them at the other two.

"Makes me look bad...," said Erika in reference to her own smaller size, but it was said without spite, she was comfortable with who she was especially now she had the tattoo.

I let my fuck go and sat and ate. I was starving. Jonesy ate well, too, so much that I was surprised at how slender she was. Even after eating her stomach still curved back in from her mound.

"That food drop straight to your legs?" I asked her. She had no idea what I was talking about, so I just shook my head and moved on.

At the time we were done eating it was mid-afternoon. We then had a red hot crack at the gallon cask of Riesling in the fridge and the conversation became noisy, we weren't talking with each other anymore, we were yelling. Jonesy became less afraid of me handling her sexually in front of those guys and Danny and Erika became wickedly risque. Jonesy watched in awe as Erika lay back on the island bench with her legs spread wide, me at one end covering her eyes with my hands and Danny down the other end sticking things in her. The game was that she had to guess what was being put up her cunt. It was hilarious. She could usually pick which ones were vegetables or fruits but never which type. Danny found bottles and candles and kitchen utensils, anything that would fit up there. Even Jonesy was pointing at things for ideas, and we would all crack up at the look on her face when she thought she had a candle only to find something like a huge broomstick sticking out from inside her. I guess it was a stupid game, but when you are drunk and you have a prostitute as your house-mate's girlfriend, things can get a bit silly.

"Fucking hell, what's all this?" we heard over the noise. Bob had come back home and walked into our crazy kitchen scene. Jonesy naturally slid behind me again to hide her body from the stranger. I pulled her out and around the front of me.

"You wanna drink?" was Danny's response.

"Mate, we're meant to be playing darts tonight. You gonna be right?" asked Bob, holding a glass while Danny tipped up the cask and put what turned out to be the last glassful into it.

"Get better if I drink," was the reply, "less nervous."

Bob looked at Erika, "Same when he fucks?"

She just smiled and ignored the question. Instead she turned to my fuck. "This is Jonesy by the way, Jonesy this is Bob, he lives here too, the room in the middle."

"How you going?" he said casually, hardly looking her over at all which surprised her. She was full-frontal naked and he wasn't perving at her.

"How old is she?" Bob asked back to Erika, not me. Perhaps he thought she was one of Erika's hooker friends, they came over sometimes, especially if Danny was away...

"She's 18," said Erika with a smile at Jonesy.

Bob looked skeptical. "Really? Looks about 16, I reckon."

"Come on! What sixteen year old has thighs like that? You're almost 19 aren't, you honey," she said.

"Next Thursday," she mumbled.

"Okay, okay," Bob said, nodding his head and staring at her more now. "If that's the case, welcome to the weird-house. Are you only with him, or the highest bidder?"

Jonesy looked up at me, confused. She may have worked it out if she wasn't half drunk again.

"She's with me, Bob," I smiled at him. "Met her at a party last night, nothing to do with Erika."

"Ah, sorry." Bob downed his wine in one big gulp. "Ech, not cold at all. Got anything else left, or have you sods drunk it all?"

There wasn't anything left in the fridge. I had a bar-fridge and booze cabinet in the cupboard by my bed, but it was locked and never shared with anyone other than the guests I had in the room.

"We'll get some," I suggested. "Take a run over to the Greenwood?"

That's where I work.

"I better drive," said Bob, looking at us four. "Can I drive yours?"

I had by far the best car and the best room with the best kit in the house, which I'll explain the reasons for later...perhaps.

I stood and took Jonesy by the hand.

"Okay, we'll come with," I said. I still had a pair of shorts on, but Jonesy looked back at the shirt on the floor as I walked her toward the front. She said nothing, sweet thing. We walked down the hall with Bob behind us staring at her naked ass.

"Fucking hell, I've got to say Jonesy, you are one fine looking girl," he let her know. My fuck just looked back at him and went red. We'd been drinking, so this time I just ducked into my room to take my wallet from the box-table and shut the french doors, then straight out front. I had to step back momentarily to take Jonesy by the hand and lead her out into the afternoon sun. She hesitated at first, but once she saw there was no one on the street she walked normally alongside of me to the car. Bob was right, she really was an incredibly good looking girl. Her body was what young women were meant to look like if you know what I mean.

"You get in the front," I told her, clicking the door-lock button then throwing the keys to Bob. She looked at Bob who was grinning at the thought of her up front with him, then back at me.

"C'mon, get in, he's just going to look, nothing else, aren't you Bob?"

"Just my eyes baby, hands to myself!" assured Bob. Jonesy took a breath and got into the front of the car. The shade from the trees meant it was comfortable inside and Jonesy sat. She rubbed the dirt and stones from the bottom of her feet before turning straight. I got into the back seat.

"I don't have any money," Jonesy said, trying to be careful to explain. Both Bob and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I think we know that honey," said Bob kindly, "unless you've got some special hiding spot for it."

Jonesy blushed and went quiet. Bob got my B-mer started, opened up the windows and sun-roof and pulled away. It was a glorious day, we had a glorious task (go buy more booze!) and we had the most glorious young woman sitting nude in the front seat.

"Do you ever wear clothes?" Bob asked her in fun.

"Of course!" she yelled back at him. "Until yesterday I was a normal girl."

Bob looked in the mirror back at me for clarification. I nodded.

"It's true," I said. "When I met her last night she'd never been naked with a guy her whole life."

"What? Is that true? A virgin?" Bob exclaimed.

"No, no, I didn't say a virgin! I said she's never been naked with a guy before."

"So you fucked before, but with your clothes on?" he turned to ask her. I leaned forward and looked at her, too. She just nodded.

"But you'd never been naked?" Bob followed up. She shook her head.

"So how did it come to this? Socializing with my roommates in the nude and now driving the streets with your goods on show?" he kept asking.

Jonesy slowly shook her head. "I have absolutely no idea, its madness," she admitted.

After a pause, Bob and I broke into laughter.

"What? What? What you laughing at?" she asked, starting to giggle as well, like happens when others are laughing.

"I don't know, I really don't know. It just sounds all so...funny. It's hilarious. Don't you think?" Bob was wiping tears from his eyes, trying to drive.

"No," she said, sitting back straight and folding her arms just below her softball breasts. That set us off even more, she looked so funny trying to look serious with her nipples all naked and hard like they were. She couldn't help herself, our cackling was addictive and she brightened and laughed with us.

For a while we didn't speak, thinking about it all.

"Seriously," Bob said after a while, "you're pretty cool doing all this, you're carrying yourself well."

"Thanks," she said, trying to hide her smile.

"And you look really good like that," he added. I nodded agreement as she turned to look at me.

"It would be a crime to have you covered up."

Jonesy blushed easily and I could see her ears were red now. We pulled into the drive-through boozer where I worked. Moving along in the car, you couldn't really tell there was a naked girl in the front seat, not unless the car was stopped and somebody was nearby. Right now the car was stopped and all my rowdy work-mates were very nearby.

"Jesus! Is that what you pulled last night?" I was asked as I came out of the back seat. I nodded, trying to hold back my pride but the grin wouldn't stop.

"Fucking hell, you should have called us."

"Has she got any friends?"

"Jesus, she hasn't even got pants on. Look at her pussy."

They all leaned into the car to speak with her but to her relief they didn't try to touch. She was overwhelmed by the attention. She'd always had guys interested, but not clamoring like this. She couldn't help but think that, truly, naked women held tremendous power.

I had to go and get my own drinks and put them in the trunk. Bob was sat in the car gawking along with the others, not helping. I properly paid for it all at the cash register. I may be a thief, but I'm not a petty thief. I got back into the back seat and told them we were done - to a chorus of protest.

"You fuck!" I could hear yelled at us as Bob pulled away from the shop. They really were jealous, almost angry. They'll calm down by the time I come to work tomorrow. Hopefully.

The sun was on Jonesy's side on the way back home, so she closed her eyes and lay her head back. Bob manipulated the car to move alongside trucks and buses and whoever would possibly be in a position to see if they happened to be looking our way. We quietly grinned at each other when a mob of lads pushed up to the windows on their bus trying to look down into our car as best they could. They looked like they were yelling and banging and trying to get her attention, but they were silent to Jonesy, victims of a well made sound-proof coach.

She still didn't wake when we stopped at home. Bob turned off the car and threw the keys back to me in the back.

"Thanks for letting me drive your car," he said. Then he turned to Jonesy and looked back at me. "Can I have a turn?"

He'd asked quietly, nodding at my fuck. I just smiled and laughed, not answering, getting out.

"C'mon, you can carry all the stuff on that side," I said looking into the open trunk. I'd bought two cartons of beer, one cold, and two more casks of Riesling. I'd also bought a bottle of Johnny Walker and a six-pack of half-bottle champagne, but I'd hidden them behind the cardboard box of tools and stuff I kept in the back. They would come out and go into my room later.

We took a beer and a wine carton each into the house, then I came back for my fuck. I opened the door and sat on the street beside her. She stirred a little with the breeze on her body but didn't actually wake.

"Hey there," I said quietly. "Jonesy."

Her eyes opened and she turned to focus on me. She looked down at her own body then leaned back and closed her eyes again.

"Still naked," she said, eyes unopened.

"Still naked," I confirmed, "Come on." I reached out and took her hand. She twisted and lifted herself up and out of the car, straight into my arms for support. I held her ass with my hands as her breasts pushed into my bare chest. This time a neighbor did walk past, on the opposite side of the street, a rotund middle-aged guy. He tried not to get caught looking, but couldn't help himself. I smiled at him, he nodded and smiled back at me. No problems there.

"Come on, let's get inside," I told my fuck, pulling her from me so that guy could get a glimpse of her front, too. Jonesy didn't notice him, she just turned and walked up the front path in her naturally seductive way. Wow, she was something, for sure. I'm not quite sure she really knew just how hot her body was without clothes. I followed her in.

"Which way," she asked. "Are we going back to the kitchen, or in here?"

She was just starting to wake properly.

"Well, let's have a couple more drinks first, then come back and fuck you? What do you think?"

"Just you, right?" she asked me.

"What do you mean?"

"You're the only one that's going to fuck me, right?"

"Why?" I asked, "do want to have a try with one of those others?"

"No, no, I just worry...well, I don't know what...what you are going to make me do?"

It was a fair statement. Even I wasn't sure what I was going to do with her.

"What do you want to happen?"

"I only want you...," she said.

"Yeah, but 24 hours ago you only wanted Stuart. Who knows how you'd feel after fucking those guys, hey?"

She stepped in and held me, pressing her cheek to my shoulder, her nipples to my skin.

"You're going to make me do it with those other boys, aren't you?" she said, resignation in her voice.

"Probably," was all I could say.

She lifted her head and looked down the hallway, down toward the place where those other people were, the ones who were likely going to fuck her. She mumbled something I couldn't quite hear, then started walking toward the rear of the house, pulling me with her by the hand.

Two hours and a mind-altering amount of wine later she had two cocks inside her body, neither of them mine. The one in her mouth was the first time she'd ever put one there. It tasted awful to her, it was covered with the juices of her own cunt. Bob and Danny had both fucked her in the kitchen, bending her over the island bar and taking turns at her from behind. Erika and I were on the other side watching. We weren't fucking, but we were masturbating each other, her pulling and me fingering. The number of fingers you could get up this girl was amazing. Jonesy looked at me guiltily as those guys took her from behind, but she shouldn't have. I didn't mind others getting up her...and Erika was a prostitute for God's sake, she didn't care if her boyfriend got carnal with other girls. Though, to be fair, we hadn't told Jonesy about the hooker thing, so she possibly thought Danny was cheating on her now.

Eventually Bob pulled Jonesy up and led her off toward his bedroom. She looked back at me as if she didn't want to go off and be fucked in private, but I didn't move. Instead Danny followed, that's how she ended up on her knees on a bed with a cock in both ends of her. I didn't mind, I got left with the smooth snatch of Erika, and this time she wasn't making me cough up cash up-front.

"I'll give you this one," she whispered as she tugged on me. I pushed and got my whole fist up her. She gasped.

"How does a girl with such a tiny ass have such a big hole?" I asked, opening my hand inside her and tickling my fingers against her walls. She was in ecstasy.

"Just...lucky...I guess," was all she could get out. What was the point of fucking her, my cock wasn't going to touch the sides. But I did it anyway.

She brought me over to the sofa, sat me down then sat herself on top of me. She kissed my lips so hard and humped like a mad woman. Her hips were so small, her ass so tight to squeeze, her breasts small but rock hard with excitement. She made herself cum, possibly by slamming her clit so hard against my pelvis. I lost it as well, shooting sperm into her vagina. She felt it and groaned her approval.

"Christ you're a good fuck," she told me, still panting and sweating as the cum churned in her insides, looking for its mark.

"Well, let's just say you're working the right job, huh," I told her. She smiled at me through her hair falling down over her face.

"I am, aren't I?" she grinned. "Hey, you wanna go watch them fuck your girlfriend?"

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Well, she should be. She's hot!" Ericka exclaimed, leading me toward the bedroom, dripping semen down her leg and onto the floor without care. I could only imagine how many sperm had seen the insides of this girl over her 23 years. When we went into the bedroom, they were giving Jonesy a huge serve. Bob was fairly smashing her from behind and Danny was pushing her head up and down his cock. It was amazing just how gorgeous Jonesy looked when she fucked. She was being spit-roasted, but not an ounce of flab fell from her body, and her breasts still held their shape as they slammed up and down.

Erika went up and lay on the bed near them, her body nearly touching Jonesy. Without warning she ducked her head under Jonesy's body and latched her mouth to one of those breasts hanging there, the other falling into her eyes. Jonesy tried to scream, tried to break away, but the boys held her tight. Erika took her nipple deep into her mouth, sucking it back near her throat. My fuck was terrified. At no time had she thought of anything lesbian. She was horrified there was a girl, a naked girl, giving her hickeys, her nipple deep in her mouth. And then that girl reached under and fingered her clit as she fucked. Now her head was dizzy and she almost fainted. She was having sex with 3 people, one of them a girl, and her new boyfriend was standing there watching. Then the cum hit her mouth. The lesbian act she was being forced to endure had distracted her, she didn't feel the twitching of the cock in her mouth until the cum hit her throat. She gagged, coughed, choked, but Danny wouldn't let her go, Erika didn't stop sucking the painful bruises on her tit, didn't stop fingering her clit madly and Bob didn't stop fucking her from behind.

The cum swirled around her mouth, as awful as it was she had no choice but to swallow it away. It was horrible, she couldn't breathe properly, she fainted.

When she woke, Danny was fanning her face with a magazine. She was on her back. Bob hadn't finished with her, he was still fucking her missionary, the stiffness pushing in and out frenetically. Erika was laying next to her sucking on one breast and squeezing on the other.

"You okay?" Danny asked. Jonesy nodded meekly.

"Oh fuck!" yelled Bob suddenly. He picked her up by the hips, lifted her ass into the air and fully impaled her. He yelled again, then gasped. We all watched as Bob let go inside her. Jonesy's mouth opened as she felt the warm surge seep through her innards. Bob's sperm up her cunt, she thought. Bob. Jimmy. These guys she didn't know at all, they had done the most intimate thing to her any man could, they'd mated her. What was she doing, allowing herself to be like this? Her parents would be so disappointed.

Bob finished squeezing the last from himself, then pulled from her, leaving a trail of slop behind.

"Fucking hell," he said wiping his forehead, "what a piece of ass. We'll be doing this again, honey, I'll tell you that. What a body. What a fuck."