Her excitement was much more intense than when he had seen her on the toilet. Every part of her body trembled and shivered and she was even crazier than usual, moaning on about cockie, cockie everywhere and pussy, pussy, pussy… she babbled, on and on, until she lay beneath him, so exhausted that she fell right to sleep.
Gary crawled out of her bed and quickly put on his pajamas. Taking one final look at her wet naked body as she began to snore, he opened the door to her cabin and stepped outside. But before he could see what was happening, he felt someone grabbing him on the shoulder.
Spinning around he opened his eyes wide, finding himself staring up at his counselor, Uncle Dick. But before he could say a word or think up a likely story, the older man began to shake him, throttling him from side to side and dragging him into the woods.
"A fine sight!" he railed. "Is that what happens when I decide to trust you, Gary? I saw what happened, I saw everything!"
"What do you mean?" Gary asked, frightened, wondering if the counselor would tell the owners of the camp and have him sent home to the merciless wrath of his irate parents.
"You know what I'm talking about, kiddo," Uncle Dick said sarcastically. "I saw you plowing into the poor crazy woman. I saw you sucking on her and fucking the shit out of her. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
Gary looked up at the man, smiling nervously.
"Did you like what you saw?" he asked.
"What kind of a question is that? And wipe that shit-eatin' grin off your face, young man. This is some serious business you've gotten yourself into," the counselor went on.
But Gary already knew how to get out of any difficulties. He knew, once he was finished with Uncle Dick, that the man wouldn't dare tell a soul what he had seen the young fourteen-year-old camper doing inside of Crazy Annie's cabin.
For he remembered, recalled with perfect clarity, the looks and intense stares Dick had given him in the shower house. Now, shivering in his pajamas, he decided to take things into his own hands, hoping that his suspicions about the man would prove correct.
"But did you enjoy… enjoy watching me?" Gary had asked, standing with his hands on his hips, hoping that the older man would look down and notice the erection he was slowly getting.
"What do you mean?" Dick said curiously.
"Well, you know. How did I look? I mean, did it turn you on because I have such a big piece of meat?" and saying that, he took hold of Dick's hand and pressed it against his crotch, rubbing the guy's fingers up and down the length of his huge swollen hard-on.
His brazenness pleased him, even excited him. But what he was doing still made him gag. He knew that he had no choice and he could see how Dick was trembling, not moving his fingers away from his cock.
"Touch it," Gary whispered. "I'd like that."
Dick said nothing, but a strangled moan escaped his lips and suddenly he was crouching in front of Gary, fumbling at the waist of his pajama bottoms. He yanked them down and stared at the boy's huge virile cock.
"Do it," Gary kept whispering. "Take it in your mouth, just like Annie did. Suck on it. I won't tell anyone. I like it. I like it a lot."
That was all, he realized, Dick had to hear.
Groaning loudly, the man grabbed hold of his cock and pressed his eager mouth forward, taking it inside his lips as Gary closed his eyes, feeling nauseous and unclean. And even as the counselor kept sucking him off, playing with his own cock at the same time, Gary didn't say anything else, not another word.
But he came, nevertheless. And Uncle Dick had swallowed down every drop of his cream, smacking his lips with gusto and obvious delight while his own cock erupted, spraying come all over Gary's feet.
Gary Baxter recalled all these things, the events – traumatic and significant – of the previous summer. But since that time, he hadn't found a girl to fuck. The chicks his own age were virgins, unwilling to let a boy do anything more than feel them up. Occasionally, he let one of the guys on the football team jerk him off and once, a month or so before, the coach had even taken Gary into his office and had given him a rather expert blow-job.
But that, he knew, wasn't his style.
He wanted pussy and the more he thought about it, the hornier he became. He just had to get a piece soon or else he'd go insane, as insane and crazy as Annie herself.
In fact, he already had a likely candidate in mind. A girl in his sister's class had really turned him on. She had long blonde hair and really big boobs, just the way he liked them. He had watched her from afar and once, had even rubbed against her in the crowded hallway, feeling the round smooth globes of her tight little ass.
If necessary, he knew he would rape her to get what he wanted. It had been, he knew, far too long since his experience with Crazy Annie. And Gary Baxter, unknowingly just like his father, was far too impatient and far too sexually insatiable to wait until a piece of ass offered itself to him on a silver platter.
He knew that he'd have to do something, something drastic if necessary, to get what he wanted. And the sooner he did it, the better.
CHAPTER SIX
Gail did not come home until late that evening.
She had told her mother that she would be studying with an exchange student and so she had no idea of the fight Lois had had with Bret. It had to do with money and love and, of course, sex.
Lois had ran out of the living room crying, locking herself in the bathroom. The things she had gone through that morning with the plumbers were still on her mind, although she would have felt much better and far less guilt-ridden had Bret admitted his lunchtime escapade with Norma Jean, the hot cock-teasing little waitress.
Had Gail been there, she wouldn't have believed that her parents were actually fighting. After what she had witnessed that very morning, she was firmly convinced that the two of them were still just as much in love as they had been on the day they had gotten married.
But Lois had screamed out that she would divorce Bret and Bret had railed out that he'd sooner fuck a chicken than take her in his arms. Gary, upstairs in his room, jerked off, ignoring the loud crashing sounds which came back to him. Like all "perfectly normal" families, he didn't think it very unusual or noteworthy that his parents were arguing with each other. Besides, he had more important things to think about. Like Sharon, for instance, Gail's friend.
At the same time that Bret and Lois were having their free-for-all, their "perfectly normal" daughter, Gail, was on her way over to see Paolo, the Italian exchange student she had made a study date with that night.
She kept thinking of what she had seen that day.
First her father and then Emil. Both of them had huge cocks, far bigger than the one which had plowed into her cherry, taking her virginity the year before. She couldn't understand why she was so intrigued by size alone, for she had read that the length and width of a penis had nothing to do with sexual gratification for a woman.
But still, she just kept thinking that the bigger the cock, the better it must be.
Maybe I'm neurotic, she thought to herself, embarrassed that all she kept thinking about was cocks and more cocks.
And then she drew up a picture of Paolo in her mind as she neared the house he was staying at. Ever since she had first seen him, she had known that he was perfect, absolutely perfect for her. She had sat next to him in class and her knees had gotten weak. He was six-foot-two with huge rippling muscles and a massive wrestler-like physique. Someone had told her that he had been a champion soccer player back in Italy, and she didn't doubt it for a minute.