A Stud Recalls
A once shy eighteen-year-old finds young females suddenly willing.
The first week of my final year at Norton HighSchool and I was determined that, with my new-found confidence, I would, at last, get to screw Jan Vickley, who I’d lusted after for months. She was the school certainty according to my school mates, who boasted at how they’d parted her thighs so easily. Jan was no raging beauty, but her face, with full lips and a sultry glint in her green eyes, supplemented by generous breast...