After that she couldn't resist him, and they fucked like bunnies for the rest of the cruise. Polly could hardly remember what ports they visited. Nothing seemed more important than the fantastic pleasure Mark gave her with his fingers and tongue and cock. In those few days, he taught her all about love-making, and she was a straight-A student.

When the cruise was over and she'd said goodby to Mark, there was the excitement of moving to a new city and starting a new job. The post of head librarian at Hardwick School was very important and well-paid.

Polly didn't think about much else for a week or so. Then she started getting horny, so horny that she couldn't kee pher mind on her work.

Today, the first day of school, was the worst so far. As she sat at her desk reliving her delicious love-making with Mark, she got so horny, she could have screamed with frustration. She ached to come, but with no man to help her out, there was just one way for her to get off.

Polly blushed as she thought about it. She never masturbated before.

But this was an emergency. She truly felt like she'd go crazy if she didn't do something to relieve the boiling need in her pussy. She got up and walked to her assistant, Jeffrey, who was loading a book cart.

"Things don't seem too busy right now Jeffrey," she said, "so I think I'll take a quick break. Can you handle things for a few minutes?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said meekly.

Polly hurried to the woman's faculty lounge, and to her relief she found nobody else there. She locked herself into a stall, leaned against the wall, and tucked her skirt up. She slid a hand down inside her panties and touched the boiling wet flesh of her gash. She found the pulsating lump of her clit and began to rub it with her fingertip in a steady circular motion.