~Subject: REPOST Nena and the Gringos Chapt. 1
~From: SOTborder1@aol.com
~Date: 7 Jun 1996 06:48:03 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


Don't read if your under 18 and/or are uncomfortable with forced sex.



Nena and the gringos


Chapter 1


Nena was born and raised in the small portside pueblito of San Miguel  in
Mexico. As the oldest daughter in a family of twelve, their were certain
responsibilities that she had to take care of, which left her little time
for social pursuits. As only her mother was working, things at home
financially became progressively worse until she had to drop out of high
school in order to help take care of her little brothers and sisters,
while her mother worked at a clothing factory sewing fabrics. Nena's
father, Alberto, was a drunk and spent most of the day with his drunken
friends inebriated with little motivation to get a job . Nena's real name
was Mary Helen, but her parents had always called her Nena, ever since she
could remember. At eighteen, although all she had to wear were old peasant
dresses and hand-me-downs from her mother, it in no way distracted from
her obvious physical endowments. A perfect oval face with full, dark lips,
dark brown eyes that were so dark they were almost black, with lashes that
were so thick that they would never need mascara . Her face was framed by
impossibly  long, curly, thick black hair that fell to the middle of her
back  and that she frequently wore in a pony tail. Her skin was flawless.
Smooth, supple, soft and golden brown from many days toiling out in the
hot, Mexican sun. Her body  was firm  and toned by the almost constant
work at the rancho where she lived. A point of contention with her, and
caused a great deal of anguish and embarrassment were her breasts. As she
had a petite frame, and thin waist,  her breasts, even under the baggy
peasant blouses that she wore, were prominent. Large, round and firm. She
dreaded the visits into town to buy tortillas and vegetables. Having to
endure the endless stares and leering. Miguel, who ran the towns only
market, was especially dreadful. He smelled like a donkey and made no
effort to disguise his obvious lust. When she went to his store he stared
openly at her firm breasts and well toned legs and thighs with eyes as big
as saucers.
She could hardly stand it, but had no choice as it was the towns only market.

Life for Nena was hard, very hard. She was born with a natural zest for
life and adventure, but it was held in check by her responsibilities at
home and her cultural upbringing  She had just turned eighteen, and like
most girls her age was waiting for the day when she could be married and
leave the house to start life on her own. She longed to be free, but knew
that her mother counted on her and needed her as did her little brothers
and sisters. Her life was going nowhere and there was nothing she could do
about it. About the only thing that she could do was go once a month to
the Elephant, which was the the pueblos local disco. It attracted mostly
locals, but during spring break attracted the crazy gringos who tore into
town like an out of control tornado, yelling and  screaming. They
oftentimes  visitied the Elephant to dance and pound down a few beers. The
townspeople dispised the gringos, but counted on their tourist dollars to
help make ends meet, so they had almost  free rein in town.

Towards the end of the month Nena spoke with her best friend Constancia
about going to the Elephant the coming Saturday. They made plans to meet
at the club in the late afternoon before all the gringos came. As Nena's
parents were poor, dressing up for a night out was a simple affair as she
wore basically the same  peasant skirt and blouse, but spruced herself up
with a little lipstick and clipped her thick hair back away from her face
with a colorful, barrette. Nena's mom walked with her to the door "You
have fun mija. It's not healthy for you to work all the time." Nena smiled
at her mom and kissed her on the cheek.  She began the long walk into town
to meet up with Constancia. Nena found the club more crowded then she
thought and was only able to find a seat at a booth for six where she
waited for Constancia to arrive. She made herself comfortable and ordered
a coke from the waiter. Fifteen minutes stretched into half an hour and
still Nena didn't see Constancia. She began to worry. At that instant a
group of about seven young American men about her age approached her
table. The tall, athletic one in front of the group asked her in broken
Spanish, " Do you mind if we sit here" Nena appeared momentarily at a loss
for words, but not wanting to appear unfriendly invited them to sit down.
Rather then all of them sliding into the booth on the opposite end of the
table, two of the guys asked her to scoot over so that she was in the
middle. Nena felt claustrophobic as if she was stuck in a box. The tall
man introduced himself as Mark and quickly introduced the rest of his
friends. Mark called the waiter over and ordered a round of beers for
everyone. Nena tentatively shook everyone's hand. Feeling nervous and a
little vulnerable, she tried to get up and leave, stating that she needed
to go to find her friend. Doug, the man on the other side of Nena who
appeared slightly drunk stated, with a slightly slurred voice in broken
Spanish, "Just stick around for a beer. We just got done ordering a round
for all of us." "Come on, a beer or two won't kill you" slurred Scott,
another of the slightly inebriated gringos. The waiter shortly arrived
with a round of ice cold Coronas. Mark passed one over to Nena who shyly
grasped the bottle, and took a small sip.