Because she wanted to treat them right, she waited out just as Hammond did, in distaff fashion, practicing and developing her cunt muscles on a fat rubber prick every morning and pushing another dildo into her mouth to keep her tongue and lips in trim.

She was a sort of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde character.

When her hair was drawn severely back and her tweed skirts were not lifted, she was a prim and proper lady, elegant and cool. This was not a facade or sham. The woman actually did feel pure and chaste, even prudish, when she wore her cloak of respectability.

But the removal of the pin that held her auburn hair in place was like the quaffing of a potion that transformed her completely. The lifting of her skirt turned her from a prissy librarian into a raving wanton in an instant. She ware her sexy black garter belt and panties under her tweeds like Superman wore his costume.

The librarian and the gym teacher had only become lovers recently. He had always thought her frigid, and she had always supposed that he was a moronic jock. But then he came to the library one afternoon, looking for a book on weight-lifting techniques. School was out for the day. The students had gone home, and Miss Childress was in the act of working her daily transformation, changing into a lewd lady just in case she met a man with a big prick on her way home.

Her hair was already down when Hammond walked in. He gaped at her in amazement, never having realized how attractive and desirable she was, and she stared back at him seeing for the first time that his well-developed body might prove excellent for the prolonged propelling of prick. They merely looked at each other for a few minutes, with electric sparks flying back and forth along the line of their vision.

Then Miss Childress had slowly raised her skirt, revealing her wanton undergarments, and the front of Hammond's gym pants had commenced to bulge with his favorite muscle and, without a word having passed between them, they had fucked furiously on the floor.