*** 5 ***

Nena felt goosebumps erupt all over her body and bit her lip to keep down her rising panic. She moved her hand up to move the damp hair away from her face. Her hand was visibly shaking. "Please, I let you...touch me...what else could you possibly want?" her voice warbly.

Doug turned slightly and looked at her greedily, his eyes taking in the full breasts straining against her blouse. Nena self-consciously tried to shift to get away from his probing eye, yet a part of her wanted more. Wanted more of what they had done to her. She felt like a smoldering ember. Her feelings caused her to feel confused and unsure of herself.

He said, "We really think you're a nice girl Nena and we want to show you the hotel where we're staying. It's a neat place and has every convenience," Mark smiled. "You can come up and at least see the place can't you?" he said.

Nena looked around the bar, but nobody would make eye contact with her. It was as if she was being totally ignored. She knew that she would not get any help here. Maybe she would have a chance to escape once she left the bar. Maybe it would be best to go with them. A thought entered her mind. Why was she justifying staying with them? They were half drunk and crazy. She knew what could happen. What was she thinking? What was she doing?? There were more than ten of them and only one of her. She knew what they were all thinking. She saw the way they were looking at her. The way their eyes scanned her body over and over again when they thought she wasn't looking. Some of them not even caring, staring at her as if she was just a body with no soul.

Nena saw an image of her mother, her saintly mother in her mind. Walking to church together. Having a simple lunch of avocados and tortillas at home after the conclusion of Mass. She sat indecisively not knowing what to do. Immobile. She looked up at Mark and with as much confidence as she could muster said, " I'll go... if you promise not to touch me anymore."

Mark rolled his eyes, "Geez Nena, what do you think that we are? Animals?"

John, Scott and Doug quickly made eye contact and then looked at Nena apologetically. John said, "We're sorry for letting things...get outa' control. We just got a little carried away, that's all. You are very attractive you know."

Nena felt like a schoolgirl, she looked away embarrassed.

John's cock was still as stiff as a barber pole. 'God she's hot,' he thought to himself. So...demure...innocent...what a fucking set of tits!' He tried to smile at Nena as sincerely as he could when she looked back up at him.

Nena looked at all three of them and at the rest of the group, "Well, okay apology accepted." She smiled at them shyly and dropped her head, crossing her arms across her chest protectively.

Mark and Doug quickly paid the bar bill and ushered everyone outside, "We're all staying at the Laredo Inn. Have you been there?" Doug asked.

Nena found herself walking between Doug and Mark. She felt self-conscious walking down the street without a bra. Mark hadn't given her a chance to go to the restroom, saying it was getting late and they had to get up early to go dirt bike riding, so she had stuffed her bra into her little leather purse.

She glanced backwards quickly and saw John, Scott and the rest of the guys bringing up the rear. Nena felt a momentary panic, but remembering how they had apologized, and their promise not to touch her again, she had gradually relaxed and continued walking with them towards the Inn.

"Actually no," Nena said, replying to Doug's question, "but I've heard it's a very comfortable place to sleep." The pleasantries lulled her into a false sense of security. These guys are okay Nena thought to herself. They're just a little wild that's all. I'll be okay.

"Yes it's a comfortable place to sleep," the comment caused Mark to think to himself, among other things. He, like John, was acutely aware of how his stiff cock was rubbing against his jeans, sustaining his hardness. He glanced over at Nena and watched her firm tits bounce lightly up and down as they made their way to the hotel.

The group made their way up two flights up stairs to one of the two suites, the only suites on that part of the second floor. Mark reached his hand into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out the room key, feeling his cock constrained uncomfortably in his jeans. He opened the door and held it open for Nena.

The room was big and spacious decorated in traditional Mexican style with southwest accents. There was one large king sized bed covered with a serape. On the left side was a small kitchenette with a small sink and refrigerator.

"Want a beer Nena?" asked Mark popping the cap off one for himself

"No thank you," she replied. She was pleasantly surprised that he didn't try to push her to drink like he had in the bar. Her misgivings at coming up to their room were quickly evaporating.

Scott, John and the other guys pulled up some chairs from around the table while Mark and Doug sat down on the foot of the bed both of them trying to hide their obvious bulges. Nena remained standing.

"Come on Nena relax, sit down," Doug told her. He motioned for her to sit between them on the bed facing Scott, John and the rest of the guys.

Nena smiled stiffly and slowly walked to the bed and sat slowly between them making herself as little as possible. She became aware of her nakedness under her blouse and how the room had grown so quiet with a sudden underlying tension. She suddenly thought of her priest, Father Idalgo and realized she had used poor judgment in coming to the gringos' room.

So as not to show how scared she felt or bring attention to herself, Nena slowly stood up and said in a slightly quivery voice that betrayed her fear, "Well, I better to go now...it was nice meeting all of you. Sorry for the misunderstanding." Nena stood up from the bed slowly, but deliberately moving towards the door. To her obvious relief nobody tried to stop her as she made her way to the front entrance, her confidence building.

Right before she reached the door she heard Mark ask in a very matter of fact way, "There's just one little thing Nena."

Nena lurched to grab the doorknob, adrenaline shooting into her stomach, and felt her arm grabbed from behind. "Wait a sec," Mark said.

Scott gently but insistently pulled her away from the door and guided her over to the bed. Nena broke down and started babbling incoherently struggling to get away from Scott who was holding both her upper arms from behind to keep her from jumping off the bed and running away.

Mark bent down until his nose was almost touching Nena's, "Calm down dammit!" yelled Mark "Before you really make things difficult for yourself."

Marks venomous outburst snapped Nena back to reality, but only partly. Her incoherent babbling was replaced by pitiful pleas to let her go, but because of her quick, panicky breathing, the words were difficult to understand. She shook her head back and forth crying continuously the tears falling on her firm brown thighs and trailing off onto the bed.

Doug suddenly bent down and screamed at her, "DID YOU HEAR WHAT HE FUCKING SAID? SHUT THE FUCK UP! NOBODY CAN HEAR YOU UP HERE AND WE'RE NOT GOING TO LET YOU GO UNTIL YOU FUCKING SHUT UP!"

Nena froze in mid breath as if doused with a pitcher of ice-cold water. She slowly pulled herself together and looked up. Her eyes blurred by the tears, she could still make out the facial features of the gringos. Bodies set and tense. Their eyes bright and wild, penetrating her like lasers. Mark slowly sat down next to her and began stroking her leg lightly.

*** 6 ***

Mark ran his hand lightly up and down Nena's leg. He felt her quiver in response. She sat rigidly 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 sight 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 as low-key as possible, 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 cheeks.

Mark reached up to move her hair away from her eyes. Nena flinched. "Please show us show us your tits Nena," Mark asked in an odd detached way.

Nena sat motionless, petrified with what was about to take place. She had never disrobed in front of a man let alone a group of men. Mark repeated, with more urgency, barely able to control himself, "Show up your fucking tits...come on...do it...show us your tits now!"

Nena knew that there 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 tension in the room was thick and moist. Even with the air conditioner 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 telltale wetness of pre-come 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, they could all see the firm swell of her breasts.

Mark could barely talk, his mouth was so dry. 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 covering her like a second skin. She slowly reached up and peeled the top away from her shoulders, gravity causing the rest of her 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 36 C's. Because she was so thin and petite, they seemed even bigger. They stood up proudly, hard and firm, with no trace of sagging. Her nipples were large, and dark brown. They still were slightly distended from the episode at the bar, and poked out from her chest like to oversized pencil erasers. 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 arms 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 Super bowl 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 asked.

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 with authority.

Nena hesitated like a deer froze by a pair of headlights.

"Do it...do it...you fucking bitch!"

Pushed into a corner with no where to go, Nena complied, slowly reaching up, and cupping each large, firm globe in her small, trembling, little 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 asked, his eyes resting on her prominent nipples as they went up and down, up and down over and over again.

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...it feels...it feels good."