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 consciousness, I realized that somewhere in the house was her father, who would probably be rather upset if he found me balling Ursula.

I started to whisper a protest in Ursula’s ear, but she giggled loudly, and I decided it would be safer to fuck her than to argue. She slid down over my cock and started to swing and twist her firm little ass. I grabbed her cheeks roughly and drilled up into her sloshing pussy. I jammed my ring finger up her tight little asshole, causing her to gasp, and then she started tickling me. We giggled, fucked and sucked long into the night, with the insatiable Ursula keeping me hard with her talented mouth.

Could that girl suck cock! I’ve managed more than five or six strokes into her fanny before I blasted my load into her. Ursula was grunting and crying out the whole time I was rooting in her behind, and I thought maybe she was in pain. She told me later, however, that she loved every second of it and that I could fuck her ass anytime I wanted to. I wanted to a lot.

They say a man never forgets his first girl. In my case, that’s definitely true. I’ve had my share of hot babes since Ursula, but she’ll always be special to me.