~Subject: REPOST Nena and the Gringos Chapt. 4
~From: SOTborder1@aol.com
~Date: 7 Jun 1996 06:52:05 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


Do not read if you are under 18 years of age and/or are uncomfortable with
strongly suggested sexual escapades.

Chapter 4


Although Nena was raised in a very strict home, she managed to slip out on
occasion with some of the local muchachos for walks in the village plaza.
Growing up Catholic, she would have never even though about making amor
with someone, but she had let a couple of her steady boyfriends fondle her
breasts through her blouse. Against her better judgement, she on one
occasion, had let a boyfriend slip his hand inside her bra, but became
very frightened at the intensity of her feelings, when he began to touch
the very sensitive nipple areas. She was so uncomfortable with the
experience, that she never let him court her again. Her revere was broken
by Johns voice, "Did you hear what I said" Nena took a deep breath. Stay
in control. That's what you need to do. Don't lose your head. She glanced
around nervously around the table. The guys seemed to have even edged in
closer then before. She felt like a slice of meat in the middle of a
football huddle. She could feel the heat of their lust. It made her retch.
"Before you answer, could you do us all a big favor and.........sit on you
hands" John said. The others bobbed their heads in agreement. Mark licked
his dry lips. She  was totally at their mercy. It was best to do what they
said. It would end this humiliating nightmare that much more quickly. Nena
slightly raised her legs and slipped her hands under her firm thighs. Her
breasts, no longer blocked by her prior maneuvering pressed against the
thin top. Doug fought back the urge to reach over and pinch one of her
nipples. John pressed on, "Well, Nena, what turns you on?" He said the
last word in a lower register. Nena wished the earth would swallow her up.
Anything to put an end to this misery. Nena lowered her head in shame.
"When my nipples are.......touched" she said. John stared at her a moment.
"Would you like to have your breasts touched right now Nena?" he asked in
a maddening matter of fact way.  Nena rocked quickly on her hands in
nervous response. She saw Mark and Doug tapping the table in front of her.
The tension around the table, suddently unbearable. She burst out crying,
"Pleeeze......isn't this enough? Why are you torturing me like this" She
could barely get the last sentence out through her sobbing. Without
waiting for an answer John told her to keep her hands under her thighs and
not to move them under any circumstances. Taking the initiative away from
Doug and Mark , John motioned to them, his voice rushed,  "Each of you
take hold of  a breast. Let's see if Nena is telling the truth" The guys
around the table watched everything unfold in front of them, the sexual
tension, causing them to fidgit. Mark and Doug quickly and eagerly reached
under Nena's blouse, like children reaching for a forbidden piece of
candy.They shifted slightly sideways to have full access to her full
breasts. Nena clenched her eyes in shame. She felt Mark cup her breast and
take her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He begin to
pinch and pull the nipple softly, and rhythmically. Doug took his hand out
of Nena's top, generously licked one of his fingers and slowly inserted it
back under her blouse, circling her sensitive nipple, round and round,
with increasing pressure. The stimulation caused Nena to suck in her
breath, and made her eyes water. She fought the feelings that generated
from the sensitive nipple area.Her breasts hardened and a flush began to
spread from her neck to her chest areas, causing her flawless, olive
colored skin to darken further. Her nipples, stimulated continuously,
stiffened, the dark brown aroelas popping up in excitement. The guys were
so tense with lust, that their faces were set like masks. Their eyes
completely focused on Mark and Doug's manipulating fingers and Nena's
flushed face which was slowly losing it's composure. Nena tried to think
of her mother at home. Her little brothers and sisters, the chores that
had to be done on her rancho, but...oh.....she was slowly losing herself
to the pleasure. Desperately tying to stay in control, Nena attempted to
grab at the manipulating hands under her blouse. Scott, another one of the
gringos, quickly got down under the table on his knees and held Nena arms
down by force. Mark and Doug emboldened by the reaction of Nena, continued
the assault on her breasts, pulling, pinching, circling, pinching,
pulling, pinching, circling. Nena's composure was beginning to unravel.
Her eyes were open, but half shut as if in a dream. She was continuously
licking her full lips. Her breath coming in quick gasps "Please" she
panted "Please....stop". She tried to fight them . To move away. but
Scott's hands held her down helplessly. John face was bright red. Mark and
Doug were unconsciously biting down their own lips. Their own fevered lust
at a boiling point. Nena's breathing quickened. Her breasts were hard and
heaving. Her nipples radiating an almost painful heat, throbbing
relentlessly. Abruptly,  Mark and Doug stopped and sat back. Nena deprived
of the intense stimulation, but free of their fondling, groaned loudly.
Left alone she sat back, panting softly, her long black hair having come
loose and hanging damply against her cheeks. Her thimble sized nipples
hard and totally extended popped out of her blouse which was dampened with
perspiration . Johns face was  flushed with sexual tension. He reached
down to adjust his member which was totally engorged, thick and hard,
straining the front of his pants. Mark, Doug and the rest of the group
were similarly aroused. John staring at Nena's tits straining against her
top managed to choke out, "Maybe we should take this party somewhere
else." Nena looked up in alarm, her eyes widening.  Her pleasure only a
distant memory as a cold blade of fear worked its way through her stomach.