Between his finger and his tongue, I was impaled completely. His otherhand pulled on my nipple rings causing a huge rush of pain and pleasureto surge ...hrough my naked body. I know my dick wanted to get hard, butthe chain made it impossible. But even with my testicles tucked upinside, I started grinding on his huge finger and pushing back into hishand. It was all confusing. I had no control. And my whole body washumming like a tuning fork.He pulled his tongue out of my mouth. He was using his. As the 2nd man now began to shag me the 1st reminded me that I had been told to be quiet and said another noise like that would get me gagged.I took the need to be quiet as a challenge that was all part of their game: they knew I could give myself away quite happily and now were testing my submissiveness and what I could take. I decided my best option was to lay back, relax and let them do as they pleased and so that is what I did. The 2nd man continued to pound my pussy and caress my breasts. I doubt that Amy and I could have carried him by ourselves.Once we got outside, I realized that we had ridden over in Kevin's car. I thought we would be stuck trying to carry him home, however Amy went digging around in Kevin's pockets until she found his keys. Amy unlocked the Honda, and we laid Kevin carefully in the back seat. I climbed in with him, holding his head in my lap.I could smell the beer on Kevin's breath. Maybe getting him drunk wasn't such a good idea.Finally, Amy slid behind. I looked like one of those modelsin Cindy's Teen Magazine. Being truthful I was prettier than any ofthose models, which pretty much sucked. I'm a boy for God's sake andI'm not supposed to look that pretty. I know Cindy's my best friend,and I'm hers, and she calls me her best girlfriend, but we both knowI'm really a boy, even though we carry on as though I was reallyfemale.When I'm with my boy friends at school, or anywhere else, no onequestions who I am, even with my pretty face. It's no wonder.