That had been the best day of her life and ever since then she'd spit at authority. Ever since then, she'd been a naughty girl, a girl who delighted in testing the forbidden to see what joys, what pleasures the forbidden held. Her parents, her teachers, her minister – the authorities had lied to her about sex with boys. Fucking was not the worst of all crimes – it was the best of all pleasures. And she'd never be able to get enough of it.

I'm a nympho, Sue thought, sitting at her desk at the library, slipping her hot legs rapidly against each other and working her itchy pussylips between them. I'm a nympho because I denied myself the pleasures of fucking for too long. And now I can't get enough of it, I'll never get enough fucking.

Her toes curled as the flames of orgasm whirled through her cunt and she closed her eyes, trying to stifle the gasps that wanted to escape her throat. As she came, jerking slightly, her body shivering with each spasm, she crumpled up the drawing of the cock and crushed it in her fist.

When the intense feelings had passed away, she sat there feeling weak and trying to slow her beating heart. She looked around, hoping nobody had noticed. It was as if she'd temporarily entered another world and now had stepped back into the old one of books and library dust.

She wasn't in the habit of masturbating anymore, at least she hadn't been until recently again. It was frustrating to live in this town after having spent all those years at Howard College where there was always a cock hot and ready to please her. At Howard College the problem had not been one of finding a ready cock, but of choosing between all the every-ready boys who offered her their rigid pricks.