"Oooooo, yesssss," she breathed.

That was more like it. She was getting a steady buzz of pleasure from her throbbing joy as she rubbed. She moaned with relief. Her twirling finger was soon soaked with her uncontrollably seeping cunt cream as she masturbated herself toward the release she craved. If she could just bring herself off, maybe she could get her mind off sex for awhile.

But Polly knew this wouldn't end her problem. She was hooked on fucking now, she needed a man, and one session of playing with herself wasn't going to end that need. But Hardwick School was the worst place on earth to look for a sex partner. Students had been expelled, faculty fired, for even mentioning sex.

Well, she'd just worry about that later. Right now the important thing was to relieve her powerful desire and get back to work. Following her natural horny instincts, she rubbed her clit faster and faster. Her head lolled back against the wall, and she closed her eyes tightly, blotting out everything but the delicious sensations she was giving herself.

In another minute she was teetering on the edge of orgasm, and she knew she could bring herself off. She caught her soaked joy button between thumb and forefinger, and she gave it a firm lingering squeeze. It was just like pressing a magic button.

"Oooooo, shit, I'm coming, ooooooo!" the horny librarian wailed.

She came and came. Standing there with her molten come-juices pouring down her legs, her body wracked with orgasmic convulsions. Polly knew she was going to need good, regular sex from now on. Her hot need wasn't going to go away. But she was working at the most puritanical school in the country. How was she going to find a man?

CHAPTER TWO

Polly thought long and hard about her dilemma that evening when she returned to the neat little house she was renting. She knew she'd go crazy if she didn't find a lover soon, but the question was how to find one. Hardwick School didn't seem to offer any candidates.