In a small Pennsylvania mill town, I was introduced to the joys of pussy by a steelworker’s daughter. She was brash and crude and not a bit hard to look at, and she had all the right equipment and loved to use it. Usually I fucked Ursula — or she fucked me — in my car. On more than one Saturday night, my dick was worn raw.

Ursula’s father liked me, though I was scared to death he would find out I was fucking Ursula and I would end up in a “hunting accident.”

One weekend I was staying at their house, downstairs in the guest room, and I was awakened by the pleasant sensation of Ursula’s sweaty, nude body writhing on top of me in the darkness. She had a grip on my cock and was rubbing her clit with it and dragging her boobs back and forth across my face. As I gained... Read More