Gods Truth, By Montrose His first experience You may have read some of my stories before. Some of them have a nickel of truth to them. Some, thankfully, have a bit more to do with reality. Others are complete fabrications based on fantasy. This story is true. I will not embellish it in any way. Okay, so the memory is over 25 years old - it may be romanticized, or embellished a bit by time, but none of this is intentional. It is also the strangest experience I have ever had. A little background. My father was raised in the back woods of the USA during the depression. His sensibilities, his idea of how things work, of right and wrong, everything was shaped by his time and place. That varies a great deal from mine, being raised near a big city in the 60s and 70s. Given his past, it seemed right to him that his young teen boy be exposed to a hooker, in a controlled environment. I imagine his daddy did the same for him when he was a boy. In this way he would make sure I did not grow up gay. I swear this is a true story. So how was he going to do this? How would he expose me to a hooker in a way that didn't trip puritanical triggers in his head? He went to our minister. I shit you not. My father found a lovely young woman, 25 year of age or so, maybe 5' 6", maybe 135 pounds, very fleshy, very firm. And he presented our minister with the idea of a boy's youth group sleep over in the church, with this woman as the only chaperone. My father, the minister, this woman, one other boy and myself sat at a table and the men suggested the idea to us boys. We looked at this hot blonde woman. She was gorgeous. Stacked. Firm. Wearing a sheer white blouse buttoned up to her neck with a black lace bra underneath. The fact that she wore a high collar meant nothing. Every inviting inch of her cleavage was plainly visible through the thin fabric. Ya. Sure we thought the sleep over was a good idea! Meeting adjourned! The other boy and I walked away asking each other, "Did that just happen? Did you see her?" And finally the glorious night came. It was a mild summer Friday night. I wore a T-shirt and brief gym shorts. I kicked my sandals off at the door. About ten boys were dumped at the church by their parents. We each had sleeping bags and a change of clothes. Some even had toothbrushes. We headed for the recreation room where Donna (I can't remember her real name - if she ever gave it) was waiting. She looked like a goddess in a white halter-top that struggled to contain its massive load. Her rippled belly hid below in the shadows. A white pleated mini skirt covered her ample hips. She wore white knee socks and sneakers. We played tame music and ate bad pizza. We got jacked up on cola and candy. Then we played Ping-Pong and Twister till nearly midnight. Ping-Pong was fun once Donna joined in. We got hot watching her bounce around going after shots. Every third shot she would stuff part of a tit back into her clothes. She was just too stacked for the game! Twister was even better. We all took off our shoes now. She was always in the middle of a pile of pubescent boys. We rubbed and rolled with her for hours falling laughing to the floor. Somehow she always managed to be on top when we fell crushing the wind from those below. She was remarkably agile. We enjoyed repeated views of her skimpy black lace panties as her mini skirt rode up on her waist. During a break, one boy lost it and grabbed at her chest as others ran around showing off. She pulled his arm back and twisted it in a way that made him ram his head into the brick wall. He slumped to her feet clutching his head - no blood. "Wow. That must have hurt!" said Donna. "You should be more careful." She then looked around. I was the only one watching. My face was hot and the wood in my shorts was very prominent. She winked at me as the poor boy rolled unattended at her feet. My heart pounded! But somehow I found the courage to step over and talk with her. We ignored the poor sap on the floor - we stepped away from his pathetic whimpers. I'm much taller now, but back then she was just an inch shorter than I was. I was very skinny, so she had a few pounds on me. We talked for hours, interrupted now and then by boys calling her back to Twister. I didn't learn anything about her except that she thought I looked good, that she liked to touch people and that she was competitive. She wanted me to be comfortable with that. About 2 AM half the boys were asleep (or hiding in corners beating off). The Twister game turned into a wrestling match. I was spinning the dial, so I wasn't in the pile. But that 25- year-old woman took on 3 or 4 teenage boys and in no time had them stuffed between her legs, unable to move! She sat on them, squeezing with her strong legs - bouncing and crushing them under her ample rump. And winking at me. She let me know with her eyes that she enjoyed the bulge in my shorts. I stopped hiding it and let her know I enjoyed watching her prove her power. She tormented those boys for my pleasure. I openly adjusted my rod under her gaze. She licked her lips and crushed those boys mercilessly. The boys began to cry for release. She made them promise to behave - to go find places to sleep. When they promised, she let them up and off they ran. She seemed to take a special interest in me. At the time I was flattered. Now I bet it was because my father paid the tab. She took my arm and we locked ourselves in the youth study room together to spend the night. We sat on the coach. She slid close to me on the couch, pressing her flesh into me as she made small talk. She let her skirt ride up, exposing her panties again. We probably could have gone right into sex from there, but my adolescent energy turned it into a wrestling match. Now, from what I had witnessed downstairs in the rec. room, she should have kicked my butt. But somehow I got her across my lap as I sat on the coach. She held my left hand deep within her cleavage as if wrestling with my grip. Her round ass bounced in my face. I realize now she was letting me win. I slapped her ass hard. Donna groaned and growled, "OWH! So you wanna play rough big man?" She struggled playfully on my lap. I spanked her again, letting my hand linger on her broad, firm cheeks. "You can do better than that!" She encouraged me. And I spanked her for all I was worth! She kept urging me on - harder - faster - until my hand was numb and my arm tired! She had taken the worst beating I could hand out on her butt and was begging for more! "I'm a bad girl, Montrose! Slap my big ass!" I worked my left had loose from her grip, hoping to use that on her rump, but she had other ideas. She held my arm against the back of her neck and acted like I was forcing her face into my crotch! "Oh MY! What are you doing to me!" She moaned as she rubbed her thick lips back and forth over my boner, which pulsed in response from inside my shorts. I couldn't help myself! She was driving me to climax! I grabbed her blonde hair with both hands and started humping her face! She broke free easily and climbed up into my lap and took charge! She pinned my hands behind my head against the wall breathing hot and heavy into my face. Her breasts mashed into my shoulders and neck - her halter had released its load into full view. Her hot muff rubbed up and down over my cock as she slammed into me over and over - driving me to climax! "Let it go, Montrose." she snarled. "Cum! I want you to cum!" And I obeyed, all over my shorts. I struggled and bucked and lurched into her. She stuffed my face in her chest and muffled my screams. She forced me to cum hard while holding me captive under her. I panted and she kissed the trickles of sweat from my face. "Now there's just one more thing for you to do." "Anything." I assured her. She stood on the coach straddling me and pulled her skirt up. She pointed to a bow on the front of her panties and said, "Pull that." I did and her panties untied and slipped open exposing her glistening bush. She broke them away and threw them into a corner. She stuffed her neatly trimmed pie in my face. It smelled of musk and flowers. "Use your tongue." she instructed. It tasted sweet and salty. She had to give a lot of pointers, but she was patient. She also got what she was waiting for. After quite a while she gushed a wave of goo onto my face. Her meaty butt quivered in my hands as she released. "Atta boy." she puffed as she slid back down. "Its good to get some back for a change." She licked her cum from my smooth young face. As she licked I was hard again under her ass. She chuckled and teased me by bouncing her meaty cheeks on my cock. "I should do young boys more often." she murmured. I lost control! I ripped my shorts to my knees and aimed my stiffy into her clam. "Not yet." she whispered, but I was beyond reason! I tried to take her by force. She swung an elbow at my head and sent sparks to my eyes. Before they cleared she was sitting on the back of the coach just behind me. She had her legs under my arms and locked around my ribs. She had my arms crossed over my throat in a double arm bar chokehold. She crushed my ribs with her thighs forcing the air from my lungs, then she stretched my arms tight choking me and pulling my head back to look up at her through her cleavage. "Now, I know this is very exiting, Montrose." she spoke slowly. "But when a lady gives you a direction like that, I want you to listen." I tried to inhale but nothing came except a pathetic squeak. "I don't like hurting you, honey, but I need you to understand." God she was talking slow!! "Do you understand?" I tried to nod, but my head couldn't move. Spots appeared before my eyes. I squeaked again. "Okay then." And she let me go. I sucked air and doubled over at her feet. Donna stroked my hair and helped me sit up. She kissed my ears and neck. She even ran her hand into my pants and played with my snake for a while. "You know why I wanted to slow you down," she continued, "is because I have an idea." She paused and giggled mischievously. She straddled my lap once again. She only wore her mini skirt and stockings at this point. Her breasts bobbed freely in my face. "What do you say we go into the chapel. We can fuck on the altar right under the cross! Does that sound like fun?" Her eyes sparkled. I was shocked! It was too much for my young mind to handle. Before I could answer she reached a hand up my shorts and tickled my balls. "What's the matter. Don't you want to fuck me?" "Yes. But..." "It scares you?" she asked. I was embarrassed, but that was melting away under her fingers on my sack. "Oh god." I moaned. "You'd do it for me, wouldn't you?" She asked. "Anything." I assured her. She let go of my balls. "That's all I needed to hear. I won't do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable." She started to slide down my body, taking her tits and face to my lap as she slid my shorts the rest of the way off. "You just tell me when you want me to stop." She gave me a masterful blowjob, occasionally sliding my wet rod deep into her slippery cleavage. At some point I writhed right onto the floor, but I don't know when. I only know that she expertly planted my shaft deep into her throat at the moment of climax and lapped up every drop. It is the blowjob I compare all others to. We spooned and slept on the floor for an hour before I awoke with wood once more. My boner was nestled in her tight ass crack. I tickled and massaged her breasts until she woke up. "Wow. Congratulations, stud, you made it to the big time." She snarled, half awake. And slam! She was on me. She pinned me to the floor and hopped onto my rob driving it home in her quim! She humped me and growled down at me. "Hump me back, stud! Roll me over and fuck my lights out!" She kept that up as I tried my best to take charge. But I never came close. It was she who came first since she was in charge of the strokes. Once she came she rolled over peacefully and let me stroke my way to heaven. I humped into that fleshy woman and blasted what was left in my sack. I fell asleep on top of her - in her. Now remember I was a young teenager. Think back to what a raging hormone you were at that age. Within an hour I wanted more. Since I was in place I just started going at her, but this woke her up. She flipped over and pinned me again. "One more time?" I begged. She chuckled. She was half-awake and groggy. "Sure, Montrose. You can have all you want. I just wanted to let you know, I got one hole you haven't tried yet." I was lost. What the hell? She slid her ass up and onto my face and dropped her butt-hole onto my nose. "You want it?" I lapped at it like a happy puppy! She giggled and picked up her meat so I could slide out. She got something from her purse and used it to make her butt a slippery, inviting target. I mounted her like a near-sighted dog! I stuffed my cock in on one stroke, and for the first time she yelped in pain, which just made me stiffer. "Oh. Oh. Mont. Montrose! Ouch!" She stammered with each stroke. I kept mounting the steps to climax only to miss the exit. This prolonged the event to the point where she was begging me to cum! Which only made me stiffer again! Finally I blasted a hot load deep in her hole as I lay on her back pulling on her breasts. She collapsed, dripping with sweat, as was I. She was gone when I awoke to the pounding fist of the minister telling everyone the sleepover was over! "Gather your stuff! Clean up this mess!" No one ever spoke of that night. Not my father. Not the minister. And I never saw her again. I kept looking for her in the congregation - no luck - perhaps if we had banged on the altar she would have come back. So that was my first sexual experience. Is it any wonder I turned out this way?