At last his cock came free.

His cock-knob slipped out with a popping sound, like a cork from a bottle of champagne. It didn't sag at all. The instant that it was plucked free of her pussy, his big prick jolted into an upright position, standing before the gym teacher's muscular torso like an iron-hard bar. From her open, abandoned pussy, a great deluge of cum and cunt juice gushed out and slid down her hairy crotch.

She gave a little whimper.

Hammond stood back, posing, proud of the fact that his prick was still standing resolutely.

He tightened his cock muscles, causing it to snap. A fine spray of cunt juice flew from it. He made it pound and hammer, standing with his fists on his hips, tightening and relaxing that sinewy prick as if running through a series of exercises designed to firm and delineate the muscles. Hammond worked out rigorously every day. He was capable of doing one hundred pushups effortlessly and he scarcely worked up a sweat when he ran off fifty chin-ups on the bar. He could press two hundred and fifty pounds without strain. Sometimes he lifted weights when one of his gym classes was looking on, impressing the youths, enjoying, with a touch of vanity, the respect and acclaim they gave him.

But his most important work was always done in solitude.

Every morning he strapped a five-pound dumbbell to his prick and then imagined erotic things so that, as his prick got hard, it was forced to lift the dumbbell.

Hammond's cock was possessed of stamina and endowed with endurance and seldom faltered after a climax.

It was a fact that the lewd librarian appreciated every bit as much as the gym teacher did.

Miss Childress was inordinately fond of cooks.