Susan Russell was 19, loved her job as a secretary at the naval base in Norfolk, Virginia, but was despondent. She sat on the couch in her small apartment and dreamed about sucking off Bob Walker, a Mr. Universe type who worked on the base with her.

He would be about the fourteenth guy she had sucked since she was in her senior year of high school. She'd gotten so that she loved it so much she couldn't think about much of anything else.

Big, hard cocks were on her mind most of the time. She enjoyed fucking them, but her biggest thrill came from taking a throbbing pecker in her mouth and really giving it a blowjob that the guy would remember for a long, long time.

Susan had not gotten into Bob's skivvies yet, but she sure intended to. She could tell by the crease in his crotch that he had a cock that would be an immense one when it got hard. She wanted to taste it in her mouth.

As she sat on the bed dreaming about Bob's hard prick, her thoughts trailed back to her high school days, when she sucked off Ronnie Ferguson, and then worried about, whether she should have swallowed his cum on her first date. Everytime she let her mind wander back over her sexual past, it always went through the list of boys she had sucked, one by one, in the days before she had become a secretary and had moved to Norfolk. It had been an exciting, hard-peckered trail of blowjobs, and there wasn't one that she hadn't enjoyed completely.

The first one had been Ronnie, a classmate of hers in high school. She had gone with him in his car to the golf course one night when they were nearing graduation. It was a warm, spring night, and they walked from his car out to the second green.

They'd just gone to the movies, and Susan was feeling warm and excited about being close to Ronnie. He was a good-looking kid, with dark, wavy hair, a strong build, and a bulge in his pants that was hard and swollen and ready.