The first time Glenda got hers, she was a saucy young thing of eighteen. A recent graduate of Potter's Bluff High, Glenda was a red-haired beauty whose vivacious personality, gorgeous looks and big, bouncy knockers guaranteed her popularity wherever she went.

Glenda Farrell was an only child. She lived with her Police Chief father, Rupert, in a small, quaint, wood frame house on Lothario Drive on the outskirts of Potter's Bluff. Glenda had been spoiled by her parents, and when her mother died, Rupert had been even more indulgent of his precious little princess.

Consequently, Glenda had grown up with a lot of nerve. She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it, and without a great deal of effort.

Things got even better when, in the ninth grade, a physical phenomenon had occurred. Glenda Farrell had sprouted a pair of enormous breasts, almost over night! Her fine, thrusting titties, straining against her clinging pink cashmere sweaters became something of a fixture at Potter's Bluff High, and scores of horny adolescent boys jerked off dreaming of burying their pimply faces between those stupendous hills of flesh.

As a senior, Glenda was head cheerleader, Vice President of the student body, and the student voted Most Popular, Best Looking, and Most Likely To Succeed.

Glenda liked sex. She'd lost her cherry in the ninth grade and had spread her legs for a lot guys by the time she was eighteen. But she'd quickly learned then if she went steady with one guy for very long, he started getting possessive and cramped her style.

Glenda didn't like to be told what to do. She enjoyed being a free-wheeling, happy-go-lucky social butterfly with no anchors or restraints. Because of this, she obtained a bit of a reputation for being a heart-breaker and a cock-tease.