It was decided that we would all go upstairs. I was the only one still captive. They set about freeing me. As soon as my hands were loose I put them under me and madly began frigging my slit. They laughed. I made quite a spectacle, my ankles still bound to the legs of the bench, but with my freed hands shoved under my belly and diddling in my cunt. Even though my bottom burned, and I wanted to rub it, I was even more desirous to cum. Helene grabbed my arms and pulled my hands out from under me. ìNaughty girl,î Helene told me. ìI should have spanked you more.î I struggled to break free of her grip but she was strong, despite the frailness of her body. She put my hands up high behind me, on my back. Johnnie, despite the egg up his ass and the burning caused by the Natural Ice on his penis, assisted her. My hands were cuffed together. Then I felt my chin lifted, Johnnie did it, and Helene wrapped a dog collar around my throat. She made it tight. Then she attached a short cord to the back of it and ran it down to my wrists. I was forced to lie over the pillows, my legs still bound to the bench, my arms up high and snug behind me, held in place by the cord running from my collar down to my hands. I arched my bottom and wiggled my ass. I tried to break free. I could not. As I realized my predicament, my bottomcheeks huddled together. ìGentlemen, allow me to show you the method by which you, Raul, will enemize Johnnie,î Helene grinned. There was mischief in her eyes. I was craning my neck back to look at her when I felt Johnnieís big hands descend down onto my head. Even as Helene tormented him with evil designs, he was still obedient to her, even anticipating her desires. Helene went to the the shelf that ran along the wall. She rummaged about and drew down a big, thick dildo. It had staps attached to it. As soon as Rebecca saw it she shouted, ìHelene! No!î but our hostess merely smiled. She fitted the big prong to the front of herself, where her legs met in a furred female triangle. ìCome and help me, Rebecca,î Helene said to my aunt. ìNo, you must not,î Rebecca said. ìAre you being difficult, Rebecca?î Helene asked. ìThen you will feel it in you, too. And in the same place as Johnnie.î ìOh, I cannot!î Rebecca said. But with submissive steps she approached Helene. When the woman offered Rebecca her back, my aunt laced the dildo up between her legs and her bottomcrack and fastened it securely so that the big dong hung off the front of Helene, looking very much like a real penis. ìThank you, dear,î Helene told my aunt. ìGet a towel for your knees and get down on the floor and show me your ass.î ìNo!î my aunt gasped. ìDo as she says,î Raul growled. ìIf we are to do it that way, I want to see you girls do it that way first.î Johnnie, glancing nervously up at Raul, kept holding my head, pushing it down upon the pillowed bench. My aunt walked to the shelf where the towels were piled. We all watched her bottom. It was nude, but clean. Sheíd wiped it thoroughly. She took down a towel and came over to the bench where I was lying. She dropped it on the floor. It was still folded. She looked at me. ìIím sorry,î she whispered. Then she knelt on the towel. Self-consciously she bent forward. She offered up her hiney. She pressed her face to the floor, putting her cheek against it. Her ass waved aloft like a flag. Helene came round behind her and, having gotten a towel for her own knees, she tossed it down behind her. Then she knelt. She regarded my auntís ass with loving, penetrating eyes. ìRelax your cheeks, dear,î Helene said to my aunt. She had a jar of vaseline and she opened it. She put her slim fingers in it and rubbed the goo up and down the length of her fake prick. My aunt shivered, waiting, her ass tense, her breath whispery soft. ìThis is great,î Raul said. He looked at Johnnie. ìHave you ever been fucked up the ass?î ìNo,î Johnnie answered. ìWell Iím going to ream you good when we do it,î Raul said. His voice sounded threatening. ìWatching Helene here is getting me awfully ready for it.î ìMmmm,î Helene said. ìThatís the whole point, boys. We must all do that which weíve never done before. Thatís my goal. Ready, Rebecca?î ìNo!î my aunt confessed. ìWell, I am,î Helene said. ìYouíre going to feel my hands parting your ass cheeks. Try not to resist me.î ìI canít help it!î Rebecca cried. Heleneís fingers swept up over my auntís ass. They savored the feel of the big cheeks. They cupped them. They ran exploringly up over them to the thin waspish waist from which the cheeks bulged. Finally, Heleneís fingers delved into the furrow between them. My aunt offered up a frantic sob. ìRelax,î Helene said again. ìThe cock Iím wearing is all greased and ready. I canít feel pleasure, wearing it, but Iíll diddle your cunny when the time comes, and make sure youíre able to cum. Meantime, enjoy the feel of me sliding up in you.î ìHow can I?î My aunt asked squeamishly, feeling the big bulbous fake cock bump within her parted hinds. Helene prised her open. My aunt gave a choking gasp. The knob, well greased, pressed within her tight anal ring. ìNoooooo!î my aunt shouted, and then I knew she was feeling it, the length of it intruding and she finding it impossible, despite her squirmings, to keep it from penetrating. It was not her first. Her bottom had already been made to take such before, though not, admittedly, a fake one, worn by a woman. My aunt bucked her hips and the thing slid up into her more deeply. ìAh, God!î my aunt cried. ìRelax, relax,î Helene said in a soothing voice. ìPretend I am a man.î ìOh, but you are not!î my aunt whined. ìYes, I am not,î Helene agreed. And she pinched my auntís bottom with her sharp-nailed fingers, to enforce the point, and make her feel even more deeply the utter lewdness of being impaled on a woman. When my aunt had been reamed, and made to cum, it was my turn. Helene cleansed her dildo with champagne. She did it standing over the baby pool. Her feet were outside it but the big prick she wore hung stiffly over the poolís rim. When she was clean (or, rather, that part of her that wasnít real), she greased herself anew. Then it was my turn. My aunt watched, clutching her own wounded bottom as she saw me impaled. I shall never forget it. One minute I was lovely and submissive in my nude, bare-bottomed display. I was, however involuntarily, a tease. I showed my ass to the men. I wriggled it. I was brazen. I taunted them with it, offering them the pleasure of it if only they would save me from Helene. They loved my display. Johnnie, restraining my head with his hands, even drooled on my bare ass, he was so entranced by the sight of it. Yet they ignored my plea to be rescued. They let Helene have me. And so, the next moment, I was mounted and penetrated. By a woman! I was made to gorge upon her awful thing, her awful fake dong. I felt mortified at being taken this way, by a fellow female, yet she was as hard as any man. I felt the wicked prick slide inexorably up my 13-year-old ass. The men laughed, watching it. I cried out in alarm. The men grew erect, watching me. Their laughter became nervous. I felt a tenseness in Johnnieís grip. His eyes must have stared at Raulís cock as it became elongated. He knew the full length of it would soon penetrate his ass. When it was over, I lay a long time over the pillows. Johnnie wet a towel with champagne and bathed my face. Helene kissed my bottomcheeks. I felt violated, open. My bottomhole puckered upon the air when the dong was withdrawn, as if seeking something more. But there was no sperm to be given. It was a fake prick. It could only be used to open, not to fill. Helene inserted her tongue in my hole as compensation, making me wriggle. I didnít like that. It made me feel like I was being eaten. ìAh, parting is such sweet sorrow,î Helene said finally, growing weary of toying with my bottom. She rose and unbuckled the penis from her crotch. I heard it clatter to the floor. ìCome, letís go upstairs, and bathe,î Helene said. ìThen it will be time for you men to share a bed together!î I was helped up from the bench. I left behind pillows stained with pee. My juices, too, had been vented upon the pillows, by the inquisitive fingers of Helene up inside my twat as she pummeled my ass. I put my small hands to my bottom and rubbed it. Oh, how it burned! There were strong red lines imprinted across it, their imprint still hot on my tush. Within, between the cheeks, I felt as if a long, hot poker had been repeatedly jabbed in me. Yet mingled with the pain was a sense of pleasure. Sheíd frigged my slit expertly, making me orgasm repeatedly over the pillows. Rubbing my ass, I looked at Helene. ìYou are wicked,î I said to her. She smiled. I felt the edges of my lips smiling back and tried hard to look sad. I did not quite manage it. She leaned forward and kissed me. Her breasts pressed against my own. My nipples sparked fire against her shirt. When she drew away, I found my mouth wishing she would kiss it again. I threw myself to my knees. ìOh, mistress!î I blathered. Hungrily I kissed her dell. I do not know now why I did it. I was possessed. How she had hurt me! And yet, where the big penis had been, now there was only the furring of her nest. I licked within it, as if searching for the missing member, wishing for it to grow out of her and impale me again. But she was only a girl. The big, horrible dong lay greasily on the floor, near her feet. I tongued her, making her laugh. ìCome, darling. Such a good sport you are!î Helene said to me. She pulled me by my hair to my feet. I glanced down at the prick on the floor. It was still as hard as it had ever been. I looked away. Such an awful thing it was! I patted Heleneís nest, as if to assure myself that she wore it no more. It was simply an unattached thing, lying nakedly on the floor. It couldnít harm me unless someone wore it. I felt deeper in her nest and she laughed again. I smiled. ìIím safe now,î I whispered. ìOh?î Helene asked. With my fingers in her snatch, I followed her eyes. They glanced at Raulís penis, then at Johnnieís. ìYeek! I forgot about them!î I said in a silly voice. ìItís alright. You are only 13,î Helene said to me. She drew my fingers out of her pussy. She put my fingertips, wet with her dew, to her lips. She kissed them. ìCum, dear. You have much to learn,î Helene told me. With swinging hips I walked upstairs, Helene holding my hand, Rebecca following. Johnnie and Raul came last. Their cocks were hard again. Raul gave Johnnie a sinister glance. ìYou have a tight ass,î Raul told Johnnie. ìI hope it stays that way,î Johnnie said. ìDonít count on it,î Raul replied. Helene led us into a bathroom. It was large and immaculate. It had a sunken tub. The tubís fixtures were gold. Helene turned on the tap. She added bubble liquid to the water. We stepped into the tub and foam rose about our ankles. We sat down in it. ìJust relax. Let the tub fill,î Helene breathed to us. Rebecca looked around. ìShouldnít we get some washcloths?î she asked matter-of-factly. She sat on her hands, as I did, assuaging the stinging in her bottom that had been left by prick. ìNo, dear,î Helene answered. ìWeíll use our hands to wash each other. And our tongues.î My aunt shivered. Yet that is just what we did. Raul and Johnnie were made to stand and to wash each otherís penises. It was strange, watching them pull on each otherís erections, each one trying not to force the other to spurt, lest Helene be displeased. (Johnnie, I think, pulled hardest, for he knew if Raul didnít cum in the tub heíd get the whole thick length of the man up his boyish bottom!) Despite our gropings, none of us came. When we had scrubbed and rinsed, we went over the important parts again, us girls tongueing each otherís tits, making them sprout, and inquiring up between each otherís legs, laughing, making each other squirm. The men watched. They didnít tongue each other, though Helene tried to get them to. Finally we stepped out of the bath. As the tub water gurgled away, we dried each other. Raul patted Johnnieís ass dry. Helene dried mine, and Rebeccaís. Then she inspected both of us to make sure she hadnít hurt us when sheíd penetrated us with her fake cock. By then I didnít hurt anymore and I think she did it more for show, to unnerve the men. Raul could tear Johnnieís anal tissue if he took him too hard. Both of them knew that. They watched me get inspected by Helene, their cocks stemming in front of themselves, both of them ready, yet not ready, for what would soon transpire. Even Raul, so sinister in his comments, now seemed a little sheepish. Imagine! He was going to fuck a man-- in full view of three girls. Just the thought of it must have made him feel funny inside. Yet his penis stayed hard. It would go where he put it, seeking pleasure, no questions asked. We ambled into a bedroom. It was adjacent to the bath. It had a big bed. Helene invited Rebecca and me to turn down the sheets. We helped her, the men watching. ìCouldnít we just fuck you?î Johnnie asked, gazing at us. His cock was rock hard. ìNo, Johnnie,î Helene answered. ìEither of you can get plenty of pussy. This is going to be a little different.î She patted the undersheet of the bed. It was bared and waiting. ìGet in. Both of you. Get in and show some affection for each other, hmmm? You both have well-hung bodies. Take pleasure in viewing them and feeling them.î ìCanít we just, like, do it?î Raul asked impatiently. He gave Johnnie a manly slap on the ass. Johnnie flinched. ìYou men. Thatís whatís wrong with guys,î Helene said. ìNo, you may not just get in and do it. I want to see you two show some affection for each other first. Such wonderful big chests you have, and such muscles. Get in and put your bodies up close and lie there and tell each other how good you look!î ìThis is ridiculous,î Raul said. Helene opened a drawer. ìWhatís that?î Raul asked. He gazed at her and frowned. ìWhat does it look like?î Helene asked. ìIt looks like a fucking gun!î Raul said. ìThatís right,î Helene said. ìAnd Iím going to blow your balls off if you donít do just as I say. Get in bed, boy. Get in bed and make love to Johnnie. Like you would to a woman.î ìGod damn if Iíll--î Raul began. Suddenly there was a very small popping sound. A lamp near Raul burst. It had been made of china. Now it spilled itself into sharp pieces on the table it stood upon, and on the floor. Helene laughed. Raul and Johnnie stared at her with shocked eyes. ìA gun with a silencer,î Raul gasped. ìThatís right,î Helene said. ìI could remove both your penises with well-aimed shots from this pistol, and the neighbors wouldnít even hear my gun go off.î She smiled. ìJust because I donít have a penis, like you boys do, doesnít mean a little cunt like me canít be armed and dangerous.î ìYouíre crazy,î Johnnie muttered. ìGet in the bed,î Helene said. ìIíll report you to the police,î Raul said. ìNo you wonít, dear,î Helene said. ìBecause youíre a big, strapping man, twice my age, and Iím just a young woman. Can you imagine yourself, down at the police department? What are you going to say, hmmm? ëOh, officer! I was in this ladyís basement, and a 19-year-old girl shitted on my face. Then we went upstairs and I had to sodomize this guy because the lady threatened to blow my balls off if I didnít.íî Raul frowned. ìDamn,î he said, finally. He turned to Johnnie. ìGet your ass in the bed.î ìIntimately!î Helene said. ìYou men are going to learn foreplay today, by doing it with each other.î ìShe is a rather strange mistress,î Johnnie said to Raul. He turned. Self-consciously, aware of Raulís eyes on his bare ass, he climbed into the bed. It was soft under him. He lay on his back and tried to stretch out and relax. But his penis stuck up like a fencepost, hard and randy. Raul got into the bed after him and lay down beside him. Raulís dick was hard and the two menís penises bumped together. They both laughed nervously. ìKiss,î Helene told the two men. ìNot on your life,î Raul said. ìKiss or Iíll shoot a bullet right up your hairy ass,î Helene said in a high-pitched voice. I felt Rebeccaís arm pass warmly around my waist. I looked up at her eyes. She smiled. Her hand passed over my belly and touched my fleecy pubis. I reached for her fingers and took hold of them. I drew her lower. She slipped her fingers between my legs. ìMmmmm,î I sighed. ìDo me,î Rebecca whispered. I put a hand to her dell as she delved into my pussy with her fingers. We wetted each otherís digits with our juices. ìOh! It is so naughty!î I cried, gazing at the two men in the bed. Raul and Johnnie exchanged a quick kiss. ìLonger! Deeper!î Helene said. ìOpen your mouths and French kiss!î Rebecca and I watched. It was sinful. The two men, taking orders from Helene, kissed each other within their mouths. They fondled each otherís pricks. ìYou have a lot of hair on your chest,î Raul complained to Johnnie. ìYou have a lot of hair on your ass,î Johnnie answered. ìYou sure have a stiffie,î Raul told the boy who was half his age, though just as large. ìYours feels like a log,î Johnnie said. ìYeah, and youíre going to be feeling it up your ass in a minute,î Raul said. ìDonít mention it. And most definitely donít laugh about it!î Johnnie said, for the older man had burst into giggles. ìLick his penis,î Helene said. ìNo way!î Raul said. ìHeís young and strong and he has a nice, big dick. Lick it,î Helene said. She pointed the gun at the two men. It looked big in her hands. It wavered, as if she was a little afraid of it, yet she had a determined look in her eyes. Raul gulped and slid down Johnnieís body. ìSorry about this, old boy,î Raul said to Johnnie. ìYo! Donít make me cum!î Johnnie gasped as he felt Raulís mouth connect wetly with his penis. ìDo you think I want your sperm shooting all over my face?î Raul snarled. ìWell it feels strange. Whenís the last time you shaved?!î Johnnie gasped. His dick quivered against the manís lips. ìI swear, if this big banana of yours spurts in my face, Iíll yank your dick off. You wonít have to worry about Helene shooting it off,î Raul told Johnnie. ìAck! Then be careful with your tongue!î Johnnie complained. ìYouíre licking me like youíre a girl.î ìThatís how Iím supposed to do it-- dick!î Raul answered. ìGod damn, donít lick the head!î ìDo you think I *want* to lick your pee hole? Sheís pointing a fucking gun at me!î Raul replied. ìWell, lick faster or slower or-- God-- I can barely hold it back, this feels so strange!î Johnnie cried. ìThatís it. Get on your knees. Iím going to ream your ass now and get this over with!î Raul said. There was disgust in his voice. ìWhereís the vaseline? I canít do it without vaseline.î ìOn the night stand,î Helene answered. Johnnie was made to present his bare, hairy haunches to Raul. It looked strange seeing two men poised in such an intimate encounter; Johnnie, kneeling anxiously, his big thing stiff and hanging down between his legs, swaying under his stomach, while behind him, equally hard, with a big sausage-like dick of his own, was Raul. The older man found the vaseline and proceeded to grease his dick with it. It took several minutes, for his dick was large and he wanted to be sure he made it slippery enough that it could penetrate Johnnieís virgin ass with relative ease. Johnnie waited. He glanced over at me. His eyes didnít look at my face but instead at the declivity between my own legs, where I was without that which was so important to him. My space between the front of my thighs seemed to invite penetration. His, on the other hand, growing a penis there, could hardly be said to invite penetration; instead it promised it. Yet there he was, despite his big penis, showing his ass to Raul and waiting for the well-hung man to stab him in his backside. My pussy felt moist as I watched. I put my hand between my legs and, gazing at Johnnieís hard penis as his eyes penetrated my cunt, I began to massage myself in my slit. I thought to hide it as modesty, keeping his eyes away, but when I gave a quick moan of pleasure it was obvious that my hand wasnít within my legs to make me a good girl. Johnnie grinned, but it was a nervous grin, for now Raul, having spread vaseline over his own dick, was putting a finger deftly between Johnnieís split ass to oil his hole. ìHey!î Johnnie gasped. ìRelax, itís just my finger,î Raul told him. ìYes, but itís going in me to prepare me for your--î Johnnie quailed, gritting his teeth as Raulís digit stabbed up his ass. The end of his sentence was lost in an agonized grunt as he felt Raulís finger. The older man stuck it up his ass quickly, going deep as his finger was long, leaving Johnnie to gasp and waggle his cock around as he was pentrated from behind. ìHmmm. Whatís this? There appears to be some kind of blockage,î Raul said, feeling with his finger up inside Johnnieís ass. ìItís the egg!î Johnnie shouted. ìYouíre pushing it in deeper!î ìHmmm, I canít get hold of it, it keeps slipping away,î Raul said. His voice was matter of fact, like a surgeonís. ìCan you poop it out?î Raul asked. ìIf I could I wouldnít even need your help,î Johnnie said. ìWell, donít worry,î Raul answered. He pulled his finger out of Johnnieís ass. There was a roll of toilet tissue on the nightstand, behind the lamp which now was shattered. Raul picked up the roll of toilet paper and wiped his finger. ìThe semen that I pump into you should do the trick,î Raul told Johnnie. ìYouíll be able to poop out that egg once Iíve flooded your ass with my sperm.î ìThis is awful,î Johnnie said. He looked at Helene. She grinned. She pointed the gun she was holding at his dick. ìIíd love to see what would happen if I shot your dick off,î Helene said frankly. ìBut then you wouldnít have one anymore, and itís much too gorgeous for me to ruin you in that way.î ìWhat about my ass?!î Johnnie croaked. Raul took hold of his hips and stuck his penis between the cheeks of Johnnieís behind. ìItíll survive,î Helene said. ìYour butthole might be little bigger after this, but that will be okay, I guess. Itíll mean the next time I stick an egg up your backside youíll be able to poop it out more easily.î ìYikes! Watch where you put that!î Johnnie said of Raulís penis, for the older man now shoved himself hard against Johnnieís anus. ìRelax and receive,î Raul said. There was mirth in his voice. He didnít seem to mind their homosexual act nearly as much as Johnnie. After all, what did it matter, in the end, to a man, where he put his penis, so long as it was tight and posed the opportunity for milking him of his sperm? Raul gave Johnnie a hearty stab. The young man shrieked, feeling the older manís member push vigorously up inside his rectum. Watching, I rubbed my pussy more vigorously. I moaned loudly. I felt the nipples on my breasts standing up as fine and stiff as Johnnieís and Raulís cocks. ìDo you like it?î Rebecca asked me. She passed her palm lightly over my bottom. Her other hand petted her dell, her index finger strumming up within her, just as mine was. ìItís-- Itís gorgeous!î I gasped. I felt Rebeccaís hand, the one upon my bottom, delve within my cheeks. It found my hineyhole and pressed hard against it. Raul passed one of his hands around to Johnnieís front. He seized the boyís big penis. ìNo! Donít!î Johnnie yelled. Raul began pumping his member as his own penetrated the boy from behind. ìYouíll make me spend on the sheet-- uselessly!î Johnnie gasped. ìI donít want you hard if Iím not going to be hard,î Raul groaned. Johnnie was obviously quite tight for the man and he was already in danger of finishing the act by spurting his sperm. ìFive minutes at least,î Helene warned the two men. ìI want to see prolonged sexual intercourse between you two!î ìGod, Iím a fag now,î Johnnie groaned. ìDamn you have a tight ass. I can barely hold back!î Raul said. He pulled harder on Johnnieís penis, determined to make the boy spurt at the same time he did. ìOoooh! Auntie! Your finger is going up me!î I shouted. I felt Rebecca naughtily stick her digit up my backside. She laughed, nervously, but instead of pulling out she stuck herself even farther in me, making me offer up a squeamish, euphoric whoop. I diddled my slit more, waggling my ass at the same time, pretending I wanted to force her out of me but, Iím afraid, actually encouraging her finger to plunge in even more deeply. ìDid you know Iím a member of NAMBLA?î Raul asked Johnnie. Somehow heíd staved off his urge to cum and was now boning the boy in his backside with long, sliding strokes. He would arch his own bottom backward, drawing his penis back with it, offering Johnnie the tantalizing hope that he might actually pull out of him. Then, when Raul had removed himself right down to the bulbous head of his cock, he would suddenly thrust his hips forward again, provoking a cry from Johnnie as he slid the whole length of himself back up inside him. ìNo-- No youíre not!î Johnnie said. There was desperation in his voice. Raul gripped his penis and yanked on it rhthmically, keeping Johnnie on the verge of cumming even as Raul, wedged up in Johnnieís ass, fought his own need to cum. ìDonít spurt out your load until I tell you to,î Raul warned Johnnie. ìWhat-- you want us to cum together?î Johnnie gasped. ìLike a man and a woman?î ìOf course,î Raul replied. ìWeíre lovers now, you and I.î ìNo weíre not!î Johnnie groaned. ìOook! Take your finger out of my ass!î I complained to my aunt. Yet as I said it, I bent over, and clutched my knees. I offered up my hiney. I gave it a quick backward thrust, making her enter me even more deeply. ìYes,î Rebecca whispered, standing over me. She copied Raul, jamming her finger into me, then pulling it back, then sticking it up me again, never quite withdrawing it, but rather stroking the inside of my backside with it. It felt awkward, but wonderful. I wondered if this was how guys joining the military had their anuses inspected. Iíd been told they had to show their ass to a doctor before they could be let into the Army. Did he (or she?!) just look at it, or did Doctor stick his finger up in it, to make sure it was healthy all the way up inside? Heleneís gun went off suddenly. It surprised us all, though no one broke the intimate contact they were experiencing. The bullet grazed Raulís backside and made a big, splintering hole in the headboard of the bed. ìDamn!î Raul gasped. He began working himself in Johnnieís ass more forcefully. Helene put the smoking gun in her mouth. ìOooh. Itís warm,î she said, licking the barrel. Bent over, I frigged my slit. How awful and dangerous it was, all of us naked, and a live gun firing off into our midst. Even Helene, who should have known better, and been more careful, was inspired by it. The long barrel, itís warmth, its potential to change forever the body of anyone she hit with it. ìBlam! Blam! Blam!î Helene took the gun from her mouth and began firing randomly around the room. She didnít aim it at anyone, in fact, she aimed to miss us. I shouted with fright. Yet there was something else mixed in with my fright, for I remained bent over, frigging my slit and working my hips in time to Rebeccaís intrusive finger. ìOh, stop!î my aunt told Helene. Yet she herself kept her finger in me, and kept diddling her slit with her hand. ìWatch where youíre pointing that!î Johnnie groaned. I laughed, for it sounded like he might be referring to Raulís penis, which was, quite pointedly, sticking straight up his behind. ìOh, I want to kill someone!î Helene shouted. She put the barrel of the gun in her mouth again. ìYikes! This is hot!î she said. She couldnít lick it now. It was too hot from firing too many bullets. She ran to the window. She threw up the sash. Then, afraid she might kill one of us, or even herself, she tossed the gun out the window. It went spiralling down to the lawn but if it fired again when it hit the ground, none of us heard, for we were wrapped up in our lust and the gun had a silencer on it.