It was then that Gail decided it was time to leave. She crept away, trying not to make any sounds or attract their attention. The note lay crumpled in the pocket of her blouse; as yet, undelivered.
She was still shaking when she got back upstairs and entered the classroom. The period was just about over and her teacher made no comment about the note, assuming that it been duly delivered. She had been too involved in disciplining an unruly boy to notice how long Gail Baxter had been out of the room.
As she sat in her seat waiting for the bell to ring, Gail kept thinking of what she had seen. It stayed with her like a stain, an indelible stain coloring her mind. And when she saw Paolo the next period in English, she looked at him and smiled, wondering what lay behind the loose rounded bulge in his European trousers.
She was determined to find out, and the sooner the better.
CHAPTER FIVE
If anyone would have told Gary Baxter that his parents and his sister were not as normal and clean-living as he had always supposed, he would have simply laughed at them. The very notion that the other members of his family were secret swingers, sensualists of the first order, had simply never entered his mind.
"Dullsville," he was apt to say when asked about his mother and father.
"A prune," he was invariably heard to say when questioned about his sister.
But as far as he was concerned, life was just beginning.
At fifteen, he had already chalked up his first lay. The memory of that adolescent conquest was still with him and he would recite each vivid detail to his friends while showering in the locker room after football practice.
Any why not? he thought to himself. Why shouldn't I be proud? I'm not a virgin anymore. I tasted cunt, I felt it and that's a lot more than most – if not all – of my friends can boast.
It had happened to him the previous summer.
He had been at summer camp and it was here that he had heard about Crazy Annie. She helped the cook out in the mess hall kitchen and one of the kids in his bunk, a tall pimply boy who had gone to the same camp the summer before, had confided in him one night.
"She's cuckoo," the kid had told Gary. "She lets the boys feel her up, shit like that."
"Did you… did you ever see her… naked?" Gary asked, wide-eyed and excited at the very idea of a woman without her clothes on.
"Naw," the kid told him. "I don't like her looks."
But Gary had seen Crazy Annie and he didn't mind her looks at all. She was a huge almost rotund woman in her thirties, with mammoth boobs and a plump ass to match. He'd seen her waddling around the camp grounds and once, when he had gone into the kitchen to bring back a cup of coffee for his counselor, he had seen her leaning over.
As he moved closer, he sucked in his breath, for the rattle-brained Annie wasn't wearing any panties. The very sight of her round white and naked asscheeks made his heart pound and he covered his crotch with his hands, embarrassed to be caught with so obvious a hard-on.
For Gary Baxter took after his father. At fourteen (and especially now, at fifteen) he was physically well-developed, more mature than most boys his age. He liked to believe that his cock had gotten as big as it was because he had exercised it, jerking off three and even four times a day since the first time he was able to come, when he was twelve.
But the sight of Annie's bare ripe ass could not be forgotten. Afterwards, Gary was determined to see it again and see more, if he could manage it. He took to sneaking off to the woman's cabin, a ram-shackle affair off in the woods, not that far away from his bunk.
One afternoon he had disappeared from the nature walk he was supposed to be on. He tramped through the woods and began walking more furtively when he saw her cabin looming up before him. He didn't know if she was in or not, but when he peeked through a dusty window, he was really in for a surprise.
For there, squatting on an old-fashioned toilet bowl which was separated from the rest of her room by a thin sliding curtain, was Crazy Annie. She had neglected to pull the curtain across and Gary was able to see her, her dress hiked up around her hips so that from the waist down she was completely naked.
He remembered shivering with delight and getting an immediate and flaming boner. Annie sat on the toilet seat and he heard a great rushing steam of urine coming out. But what really got to him, most of all, was the sight of the woman's cunt. He nearly came in his pants when he took one look at it. It was a great hairy black thing, covered with a thick mat of pubic curls. Visible through the ringlets of hair were two flaps of thick skin that looked like lips and as the woman sat on the seat and peed, she spread apart those lips and looked down between her heavy plump white thighs.
As far as Gary was concerned, the whole thing was fantastic, just not to be believed, because the inside of Annie's pussy wasn't like anything he's seen or known about, except maybe the inside of a mouth. It looked all slick, wrinkled and folded over with skin. She kept pushing one finger down between those outer lips and suddenly, Gary sucked in his breath.
At first, he just couldn't believe his eyes.
He thought that Crazy Annie had a cock, a little pecker just like the one he used to have before his own cock had gotten larger, longer and thicker. It was about as long and thick as his thumb, wiggling back and forth as the woman pulled aside the folds of her cunt-flesh and exposed it to his sight.
It hadn't been until later that Gary had found out he had been looking at a clitoris. But then, it was the first time he had seen a pussy and he just couldn't get enough of it. Friends at school had drawn pictures, but obviously, he realized then, they had made it all up, for none of the drawings he had seen looked anything like what Annie had between her legs.
But what was more, Annie had stopped pissing, but she wasn't about to stop what she was doing. Quite carefully, her eyes closed as she leaned back. Gary watched as the feeble-minded woman thrust one finger in and out of her wide gaping hairy hole. And as she played with herself, she twisted her little finger of clit-flesh back and forth.
A few minutes later, he heard her begin to moan softly. Her legs started to twitch and his eyes bugged out when he saw the woman's cunt lips actually fluttering, waving back and forth, clenching and unclenching like two fucking butterfly wings!
Annie clamped and unclamped her thighs together, pressing her finger down into her hole, almost sucking it right inside as Gary reached into the pocket of his blue jeans and felt the throbbing outline of his cock. It was hard and rigid inside his undershorts and he began to stroke it as he kept looking at her, licking his lips and feeling his excitement mounting.
Annie then pushed in yet another finger. There were two of them, moving quickly in and out as her great obese body trembled and her huge pendulous boobs heaved up and down inside the top of her dress. Gary had a sudden urge, a desire to bury his face between them, to thrust his fingers into Annie's hole and feel the soft warmth that he knew, almost instinctively, it must be like.
And as she worked, jabbing with short little strokes, he could see how trickles of some kind of liquid were moving down the slick dark red walls of her pussy. They formed little oily droplets which covered her cunt hairs and her groans grew louder, as if she was in some kind of pain.
Only he knew that it had to be pleasure, for it was very much like jerking off, even if Annie didn't have a cock. At the time, he thought that the woman's clit was only an underdeveloped penis and the more she played with it, the more he played with his own virile tool.
He suddenly looked around, just to make sure that no other campers, or counselors for that matter, were lurking in the woods nearby. Satisfied that he was alone and not being watched, Gary had pulled down the zipper of his blue jeans, thrusting his hands inside and grabbing hold of his cock.