I was thirteen when my friends and I got to see our first real live naked woman. It was 1986.

She was the young wife of this old guy who lived on our street.

He had told us, that for ten dollars each, he'd get his wife to take off all her clothes for us—me and my four friends, other guys from the neighborhood.

She was not too pretty, but none of us had ever seen a naked woman, and while we didn't trust him, he let us into his house. When we came in the door, she was standing in the living room.

We could not understand why she would do it. Or why he'd want her to do it. But she had been told, we could see that the moment we walked in.

He introduced her. She stood there in the living room and said nothing.

We all knew her actually. We'd seen her walking her dog.

She said nothing but looked nervous, could not look us in the eye, like she felt ashamed of herself. So we knew she really was going to do it.

He told her to get us some lemonade. We watched her leave. He asked for the money.

He flattened and smoothed the bills on the coffee table.

She came back with the glasses and put them on the coffee table. She saw the money there. He nodded at her and she went to stand in front of us again, silent, sullen, looking at us nervously, then looking at the floor. He grinned. We didnÕt drink our lemonades.

He asked us if we wanted to begin. We couldn't speak either.

She heard him, said nothing, did not look up.

She just stood there, obviously embarrassed and self-conscious, especially when he said it—"Take your clothes off." But she did not reply and she did it, silently, self-consciously, not looking at up as she did, she just did it right where she was standing. Took off all her clothes. Piling things onto a chair. Took off everything. Her socks too. Then stood right there facing us. Completely naked. Looking and acting ashamed. But not hiding anything. And not saying a word.

And we all just stared at her naked like that for what seemed like ten minutes.

It was awesome. Her pussy was shaved. I could see puffy pussy lips showing between her legs. She was kinda chubby but pretty in her way. She had kinda small tits. But, hell, none of us had seen a naked woman before—not real live naked—so we didn't care—there she was! Completely naked! Right in front for us! And it looked like she really would let us do anything we wanted to her. Her husband said she would.

He said, "You like being naked for the boys?"

She turned her head and looked at him crossly, but she said nothing. Her hands pressed against her thighs. She looked flushed.

She asked softly: "What do you want?"

"What do you want?" he smirked, "You want the boys to play with your tits?"

She looked down at the floor and said nothing.

He said: "You want 'em to finger fuck you?" She did not look up from the floor but we could see she was going to let us do anything.

She still said nothing.

Her husband told her to turn around for us.

He made her bend over so we could look between her legs.

He had her spread her legs.

"Wider," he said.

He made her grab her buttocks and pulled them apart so we could see her asshole and her fuck hole. Her fuck hole was raw looking, and wet looking and had a creamy drool in it. I didn't know what it was. But I learned later that some girls who get really hot and bothered can "cream" themselves like that, almost like a guy's cum.

He offered us to put our fingers in her hole. He encouraged us. I did it first. My fingers went in easy. It was hot and wet and deep. I put more than a three fingers in at a time and felt around her inside. She held her breath. Her legs trembled. My fingers came out slippery and smelled like fish. I wiped it across her bare butt. Then each of my friends stuck their fingers in her and felt her up too. Laughing. Not really laughing at her. Just nervous. But I think she thought we laughed at her. She looked sad like she would cry.

I stood sideways to her and looked at her leaning over, her eyes shut tight, sucking on her lower lip, taking short ragged breaths, flinching and gasping when the fingers moved inside her. She made a pathetic sound. Like she might start crying.

And she did a little. At least her eyes looked teary when he told her to turn around for us and blinking at us, watched as we took turns now feeling her tits, teasing her nipples and watching her eyes for reaction. It was the first we'd ever seen how a girl's nipples crinkle up when you touched them and get hard like they were cold. Hers got longish and pointy. And again we laughed, and this time because of how she blushed we were laughing at her. It was fun to tease her naked like this. I admit we enjoyed it.

One of the boys started rubbing her slit, working his middle finger inside her soupy hole. We had no idea what we were doing, or it was instinctive, I don't know, but we could see that we were getting her aroused, and that aroused us. Her husband took off his own pants and was feeling his cock. He sat on the sofa in his underpants just squeezing his dick and looking at his wife's flushed anxious face.

It was weird. It made us all a little nervous. But we were intent on what we were doing. She bit her lip. She closed her eyes. She suffered the humiliation and the sexual stimulation without speaking back. She never did speak but twice and then very softly.

One of the boys put his mouth on her tit. It surprised me. It surprised her. She opened her eyes but still said nothing. He tugged on one nipple as he sucked up the other.

Funny all the things we did, we had no idea what we were doing. It was just instinct.

Like sucking on her nipples, making them wet and pointy, and fiddling on them.

Like finger-fucking her to make her gasp.

Like getting her down on all fours, to grope and humiliate her.

Like finding a pencil and poking it up into her asshole a couple of inches—the eraser end of course.

And still in all of this stuff she was completely passive and said nothing at all.

We watched with fascination as we made the pencil spring and waggle when we beat on it and she—tightening up her anus—made it stop and flexed it to stiffen up then drop, up and down, as we laughed at her.

With pencil still up her anus some one else got a ruler out of the desk drawer and slipped that into her fuck hole. She tried to get up now and the boys grabbed her and the ruler slithered out so the boy who had done it picked it up and slapped her buttock with it. Hard smacks. Three times. She cried out and put her hand back and he slapped her hand with it and she said: "Don't, please... " The pencil popped out.

He said: "Then you let us do what we want, lady."

And she nodded submissively, and so we saw we could let go of her. We poked the pencil back in her butt, laughing at her, stuck it in a good three or four inches, till she stiffened on it, and my friend smacked her buttock one more time with the ruler and she said ouch but did not resist anything, and while others pretended to milk her dangling tits, like she was cow, he went and pawed in the desk drawer and found a horn-handled letter-knife, and stuck that up her cunt, the horn-handle first and then started fucking her with it. She had her eyes shut tight.

She said nothing. Hung her head. She looked flushed. Ashamed. Her husband watched us and jerked off. She whimpered and sighed. But she was enjoying it.

We were certainly enjoying it.

Like I said, we had no idea what we were doing. It was just instinct. So we all took off our clothes too.

And because all of us had got hard-ons—and at least three of us were already masturbating and knew what it was for—it was not long before we tried poking our dicks into her from behind.

Again, she said nothing. She kept her eyes shut, hung her head, and whimpered. I was the first to fuck her. I had never felt anything like it. The others wanted a chance so I didn't finish. They all got behind her and took quick turns fucking her like dog fucks. She had her mouth open like a dog panting. Her eyes wide now. She said something. I asked her what she said. She did not reply.

Her husband said to me hoarsely, leaning forward, watching keenly: "Make her suck your cock."

She looked back at him sadly, but still said nothing. I had no clue about this. I had not even thought of it. It seemed really weird but somehow something I wanted her to do. It was humiliating, if nothing else. But when I stood in front of her holding my dick and the others grabbed her and hoisted her to her knees, held her arms behind her back, I said it: "Suck it." And she did not resist me as I poked it at her mouth, mashing it at her soft lips, trying to get it into her mouth, and running into her teeth. She did not open her mouth, and looked at me pleadingly, but she did not say no, and in a moment she gave up and let the thing pop into her mouth; once I got my dick into her mouth, it felt so good, I was not going to let her stop. She closed her eyes.

Instinctively I held her head and I felt her tongue moving around on my prick, feeling it, tasting it.

Her husband got up and stood beside us watching. He said to her: "Let him cum in your mouth." She glanced at him. I could see she was not happy about the idea. But she did not say no. Of course her mouth was full at the moment. And she did not try to get away. She kept her mouth on my prick, moving her tongue as bobbed her head with my hands.

I knew I would soon ejaculate, but his invitation really surprised me.  I had figured to pull out.

Anyway I had always felt ashamed when I jerked off. I had always tried to hide that I did it, even threw away my cummy underpants so my mother would not find them in the wash.

Now, I couldn't stop myself if I wanted to. The idea of coming in her mouth got to me. And her submission. God damn.

So, when I did began to ejaculate and she started swallowing it, really swallowing--I mean she could not help it 'cause I held her head--well, I was astonished, and I almost laughed out loud about it, it felt so great. I mean, looking down at her flushed face, as she looking up at me now, wide-eyed and ashamed. Jesus Christ! She was really doing this, my cum shot into her mouth, and she looked up so miserable about it, but still she was doing what she was told, really sucking me off, gulping and slurping to swallow all I had, as fast it came into her mouth.

I could not help myself. The pathetic look on her face, when she looked up at me, blinking and unhappy as she was, I burst out laughing at her, and then she felt so ashamed of herself, of what she was willingly doing, sucking off my jerk-off, she complained with a mouthful and twisted her head away to get her mouth off of it, but I was still spurting cum and it looped out onto her cheek and her tits, onto a nipple, dripping off her there onto her belly. Man, it was great. Must have had that spunk saved up for weeks, I guess. I really slimed her. The boys let go of her out of sympathy.

One of them asked her sarcastically (but also with curiosity): what did it taste like? Her husband grinned. She looked abject and sad. Big sad doggie eyes. Her lips and all around her mouth all smeared shiny and wet with my cum.

He said to one of the other boys eagerly: "You do it too."

She made us hold her because she did not want to do it. She shut her mouth tight and twisted her head. She tried to get up. It took three to hold her and in the end I got a good idea and got her bra from off the top of the pile of clothes she'd taken off, and I and another boy grabbed her hands and twisted them in back of her and I wrapped the bra around her wrist and tied it in a square knot, tight, to keep her hands behind her back.

Now we had her the way we wanted her.

She just gave up. Once the second cock stood up in front of her face and the boy started to mash it against her closed mouth, she resisted only a little while. She knew she had no choice. You could see the thinking going on in her head. Her face showed how once she had that second prick in her mouth, that she had decided she would just let it happen. Her eyes fluttered open again when he spunked in her mouth, and she had expected it and she swallowed submissively and completely, and did not try to take her mouth off of it. Then for the next one she opened her mouth to take his prick without coaxing or force. She was cooperating. She was willing. And this one came quickly in her mouth and she swallowed it and turned to take the next one in her mouth. She gasped for breath between suck offs but we gave her little time to catch her breath. This was just too good to be true.

We all eagerly watched while one at time, each boy after another, pushed his prick into her mouth, cheering him on, soon enough each one shot off, filling her mouth up, and we all congratulated the boy as she gulped and gasped and slurped and swallowed.

It was great. I have to admit. After this I'd always want her to suck me off, all the time. And I did it again immediately, a second time in her mouth, when it was my turn, and this time I made sure she swallowed all of it, enjoying how it spurt into her mouth, how it sounded when she tried to keep up with swallowing it, and watched her face while she whimpered and sighed it in her humiliation and embarrassed pleasure. I say pleasure, embarrassed or not. Because you could see that in her warm face, in the excited way she was breathing, in the way she made these little mewing sounds as she did it. Yeah, she wanted to do it. I am sure.

I did not know a woman would do things like that. Maybe most won't. But she did.

She had sucked off maybe a six or seven large loads of cum, one after another, before she finally protested--when we still had more for her--and she said she felt sick and wanted to throw up. We did not believe her of course but when she had another cock in her mouth and he began to shoot off she retched and got red in the face and spewed vomit out around his prick, cum and vomit, and spewed all over his legs and her front and onto the floor. He stood back and she retched again and threw up gooey creamy cum onto the carpet. All she had in her tummy was our cum, it looked like. A lot of it. Creamy slime of it drooled off her lips where she bent over on her hands and knees over the vomit of cum; she spat to get the taste out of mouth. Her arms were trembling.  She really looked pathetic, we all felt sorry for her, and her husband got up and left, then he came back from the kitchen with a glass of water.

While I untied her hands, she looked up at him sadly, and said: "Is this what you wanted?"

He grinned and held out the glass for her.

She took it. She sat back on her haunches and sipped. We watched her sip her water. Admiring her swollen lips, her randy tits. Our vomited cum in front of her.

She had teary eyes. She sniffled. She thanked me when I took the mostly empty glass from her.

Her husband told her to clean up the vomit. She did as she was told and we watched her go naked to and from the kitchen to fetch paper towels and mop up the mess.

We watched her clean up and her husband told us we all should fuck her now. And he pulled the coffee table out to the center of the room and when she came back, pointed and told her to bend over and put her hands on the top of the table. Then he nodded at me and I obliged and I stood behind her and fucked her hard so that her tits wobbled beneath her and my thighs slapped hers and I came a third time, this time up inside her cunt and I swear she let out a little "ooh" when I did, and squirmed against it to get it deep in her.

Well, then the other boys fucked her too, and we watched and cheered as each of us wanted to make her cum. It was a contest. It was a sport.

We spanked her as we fucked her. And she was crying like a little girl. It was fun, and we didn't care how she felt. In fact when she began to sob and beg us to stop, we got really into it and fucked her till she was hysterical and tried to crawl out of the room.

A couple of the boys held her down. I rammed the horn-handled letter-knife up her butt. She was all sweaty and rosy on her buttock where we had spanked her. They let go of her and she just lay there, flat, face-down, with that letter knife sticking out of her butt, sobbing and exhausted. We won. We'd fucked her to submission. We could do anything we wanted to her now.

So all the rest of the day we thought of everything we could think of.

We all still had hard-ons but after fucking her we'd pulled on our undershorts like her husband. So now she was the only one naked in the room.

We made her get up on top of the coffee table, where we could all sit on the sofa and look up at her.

We turned on a table lamp and put it on ther floor under her. Took off the shade. Just the bare bulb to light her up. Like a strip show. We made her turn around for us. We made her touch herself.

We teased her and told her she had to dance naked for us. She did not want to. She did not think she was pretty enough to dance naked, I think, and she said she did not dance very good and she looked afraid of falling.

But she did it. Danced naked. Awkwardly. Self-conscious and ashamed. But she did it. Her pudgy titties bobbled. She looked so uncomfortable about it, we had to laugh.

She looked embarrassed, blushing like a girl, and stopped in frustration. We teased her to keep doing it but she shook her head. Spanking her only got her going halfheartedly.

So, then when she wouldn't keep dancing, we told her that she had to masturbate for us.

Standing where she was. Up there. On the coffee table. In front of us. Man, then she really did blush.

And, again, she whimpered and begged about it and did not want to do it. We egged her on. And she thought we would spank her, but we just told her if she did it then we would get dressed and leave right after. So, she finally agreed but acted uncertain about it. We told her how to do it.

But we did not need to. Looking down at us, she began. Embarrassed. You could see she had done it before. Hell, she probably did it all the time. Rubbing herself with her left hand like a boy does. Then feeling tits with her other hand. Closing her eyes. Teasing, tugging hard on her own randy nipples. She peeked to see that we are watching her. Rubbing harder, making little girly noises, eyes shut tight. I'd never imagined a girl really did this but there she was, the getting herself off to be naked for us.

Man, that bare light bulb under her really showed her off good. Her legs were getting wobbly. She gasped out loud, like he was going to cum right in front of us, and her legs stiffened, her eyes looked wild, her face all red, and we all grinned and had the same idea at the time.

We jumped up and stopped her before she could get off. She looked so confused. God, it was funny.

We grabbed her off the table and took her around all breathless and woozy to go and stand in the front hallway and then openned up of the front door and though she whimpered about it, we made her get closer and closer to the threshold, spanking her, 'till she was standing in the daylight, almost in the doorway--stark naked--for the whole neighborhood to see and told her to masturbate standing right there and told her we would not let her get out of the door until she finished herself. She did not want to, but she had no choice. She started off slow but soon closed her eyes and just did it for real while we backed off and watched and looked out the windows to see if anybody could see her.

She was going to get off, I'm sure, but a car went by in the street and she crouched down against the door and would not get up, even though we spanked her.

So we shut the door and brought her back into the living room and she said she was cold. So we got a blanket and covered her up where she sat on the floor, then took turns lying donw under the blanket and making her put her head on our bellys and put her mouth on our dicks while we jerked off. That was great fun too becuase you could hear her eating the stuff, sounding like she was eating pudding.

It was getting late and none of us wanted to go home. Some guys called home to say they would be home later. One guy had to leave.

So we agreed to come back the next day and do her again. Her husband said that would be okay, and he didn't ask for any money.

He said before we go we should fuck her in the ass.

That confused us, but he explained and he got a can of Crisco from the kitchen. He flipped the blanket off his wife who sat holding her legs, her forehead to her knees, and shook her head when he told her to get up.

We grabbed her. She did not resist really. We held her standing up while he took fingers of Crisco and stuffed them up between her butttock and used his finger to shove some up her rectum. She began to cry tears, but silently. We bent her at the waist and somebody kicked her legs apart and her husband squated and holding the Crisco in one hand used two fingers on the other to poke the pasty grease into her asshole. Her whole butt gleamed with it. He wiped his hands on her thighs and all over her buttock. Then he said to me: "You go first, boy... if you can still get it up."

He didn't need to say it. My dick was as stiff as it had been when she had first got naked for us.

The only problem was that it was too stiff to bend and so we had to get her to get on her knees and put her face on the carpet, holding her arms and holding her legs so I could get over top the back of her and at first I got into her cunt. Then, I grabbed my dick and put it at the brown star of her rectum. God, it was so small and tight, I could not believe I could get mu dick in. She made a sort of grunt when I mashed the head of my dick against it and suddenly like it just broke , I got in the head, but she was still so tight, and groaning but I pushed and leaned over her and grabbed her hair and shoved hard and she groaned and I got maybe three inches up inside her; then with each push I got more and more in, and finally it got easier and her hole was so stretched that it slid in nice and got real deep, but still so fucking tight. Like she was squeezing on it, I swear. Maybe she was. I don't know. I had never done this.

I could not hold it. I spunked. Hot sharp jets up her rectum. She yelped. I swear she did. She yelped like a dog.

When I pulled out--my dick finally going soft, her rectum was squeezing me out--I looked down to see how my prick had reamed her asshole, made it large and open, sucking air, and now slowly closing like a rubbery hole went back to shape, cum obscenely burping out as it shut up.

Everybody wanted a turn. Everybody had a turn. The second she took without a whimper, her eyes wide, feeling it. And moaning less, until he shot off and then she mooed like cow. Then when the third began fucking her ass, she sounded happy to take it, and the fourth one up her butt she encouraged, saying filthy things.

Only her husband didn't take a turn. He stood back and looked oddly pale and excited at the same time.

Strange. He didn't even touch her once. He watched, wearing nothing but his underpants. Sometimes jerking off with his hand over his prick, but never taking off her underwear or showing his dick.

We fucked her up her butt hole maybe seven times, probably more. And in the last few she did not need to be held. She got up on her hands and knees and rocking she fucked us back wildly. Wildly fucking. She liked it, I think. She wanted to feel the cum shoot up her butt.

She cried when the last one pulled out and collapsed on the floor. She knew and we knew that it was all over.

She ended up just laying curled up, whimpering like a little kid on the floor with her hands covering her face, while we got dressed.

She was still naked on the floor when we left, although she had stopped crying but she just lay there like she was asleep, her hands over her face as we talked to her husband about coming back.

Like I said, he never even mentioned the money again.

We went home, talking about the whole day as we went, thinking about who all we'd invite to join us tommorow.