~Subject: REPOST Nena and the Gringos Chapt. 6
~From: SOTborder1@aol.com
~Date: 7 Jun 1996 06:55:16 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


Usual disclaimer. Don't read if you are under 18 years of age. Go play
with your Gameboy.

Chapter 6

Mark ran his hand lightly up and down Nena's leg. He felt her quiver in
response. She sat ridgidly on the bed, with her back straight, jaw
clenched tightly. Her beautiful, almond shaped eyes, were slightly puffy
from her crying and her breath came in short brief gasps from her fear.
Mark got down on his knees and looked up at Nena sitting on the bed. The
site of her so vulnerable, with her large breasts clearly outlined against
her pleasant blouse  and her firm legs held tightly together aroused him
further. He tried to appear non-chalant although he was close to losing
control of his lust. Doug, John, Scott, and the rest of the guys were
feeling similar things as he saw them out of the corner of his eyes
adjusting their pants and shifting around in their seats to relieve the
pressure when they thought nobody else was looking. They stared hard at
Nena. Taking in her beautiful face, her firm body, the impossibly thick,
black hair cascading down her back. Their red faces and rapid breathing
betrayed their eagerness. Their eagerness to see what she looked like
disrobed, completely naked. They were barely holding themselves back, like
a pack of wolves waiting for the right moment to pounce. Mark observed
John unconsciously rubbing himself, his eyes bright. Mark turned back to
Nena "You don't have to worry sweetie. We're not going to touch you. We
keep our promises. Don't we guys" he said, looking towards his friends for
acknowledgment to the testimony of his honesty. Nena was so petrified with
fear that she thought she was going to pass out from the anxiety. She
became quite aware of all the guys in the room, their sexual heat
enveloping her like damp smoke. Mark went on "We were just
curious......that's all......curious......to see what your....... tits
looked like" Nena started to softly cry again, her hands in her lap
clenched tight, her eyes shut, little rivulets of tears rolling down her
cheek. Mark reached up to move her hair away from her eyes. Nena flinched.
"Please show us" Mark asked in an odd detached way. Nena knew that their
was no way out. If she tried to fight they might really hurt her.....or
worse. Staring down at the floor, like a little pony with a broken spirit,
she slowly reached up to the top of her blouse, her hands and fingers
trembling with tension,  and began to slowly unclasp each little button.
The sexual pressure in the room was thick and moist. Even with the
airconditioner on Mark felt beads of perspiration on his chest and back.
Watching Nena's little fingers nervously trying to unclasp the buttons
from their respective holes caused his already rock hard penis to start
throbbing uncontrollably. He could feel the tell-tale wetness of precome
bubble up to the surface of his cock. He adjusted himself, so he wouldn't
stain his pants. His eyes continued to watch Nena's little hands slowly
work their way down. After unclasping the last button, Nena placed her
hands demurely in her lap. Her blouse had opened slightly, and through the
crack, Mark could see the firm swell of her breasts. Mark could barely
talk at the sight. Doug walked over and sat down in front of Nena. He said
in a thick voice, "peel the blouse off your shoulders and let it fall to
the floor." Nena had no tears left to cry, her fear and humiliation a
second skin. She slowly reached up and peeled the top away from her
shoulders, gravity causing the rest of the blouse to slide down her back.
Slowly, her magnificent breasts came into view, each slip of the blouse
showing more and more of the smooth contoured shape, the perfect
roundness. Doug sucked in his breath. He couldn't believe what was
happening. John and Scott stared at Nena dumbfounded, like two complete
idiots who never had seen a pair of tits before. That wasn't far from the
truth. Nena's breasts were large, at least a 36 b cup. Because she was so
thin and petite, they seemed even bigger. They stood up proudly, hard and
firm, with no trace of sagging. Her aerolas were large, the size of a
silver dollars,  and very dark. Her nipples, still slightly distended from
the episode at the bar, were the size of small thimbles. The sight of her
without her top was breathtaking and almost surreal. Thoroughly humiliated
and embarrassed, Nena crossed her arms, trying to hide as much of her
ample bosom as possible. "Put your hands down Nena" Doug commanded "Better
yet, put your hands behind you" The guys moved in closer, like a bunch of
jocks maneuvering for position in front of the T.V. on Superbowl Sunday.
Nena pulled back in fear. Mark told her, "We promised you that we wouldn't
touch you.....BUT, we didn't say you couldn't touch you" Nena looked up at
him in confusion. He continued, "Do you still get excited when, YOU touch
your breasts" he said. The guys looked at her expectantly, shuffling their
feet and shifting with anxiety. Nena was startled by what he was implying.
She tried to control her breathing "Look, porfavor, ...........don't make
me do this.....please..." her voice trailed off. "Cup your breasts" Mark
commanded. Pushed into a corner with no where to go, Nena complied, slowly
reaching up, and cupping each large, firm globe in her small, trembling,
hands. "They're heavy aren't they" Doug said, his voice thick. "Yes" Nena
said, turning red with embarrassment. "Move them up and down" said Scott,
who had moved up closer to the action. Nena began to move them up and
down. The round, heavy globes quivering. "How does it feel" John said, his
eyes resting on her prominent nipples as they went up and down, up and
down. Nena was red with embarrassment and continued to stare at the floor.
"Look up at us when you do that to yourself" ordered Scott. She looked up
and tried to look Scott in the eye. Her eyes started to water. "Answer his
fucking question" he said a little louder "How does it feel?" Not knowing
what to answer and not wanting to get into any trouble, she responded
though choked sobs "good."