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Chapter 1
In 1971, ODAE, an oil-exploration company, sent a team of its engineers and geologists to Coasta Del Sol, Panama to see if offshore drilling for oil would be feasible.
Thankfully for the pristine coast town, it was not and after six months of surveys, core samples, and meteorological studies, ODAE called their crew back to New Orleans.
John Smith, an engineer with ODAE left behind a broken-hearted nineteen-year-old girl, Carmen Perez.
Two weeks later, she looked up from her task, cleaning the fish that her father and her brothers brought in, to see a familiar figure walking toward her. She squealed with delight and John smiled as she ran up to greet him.
I have come to talk to your father," the thirty one year old told the girl.
Over dinner, Miguel Perez listened as the American professed his love for Carmen and his desire to provide for her.
"You will be taking her back to America?" Miguel asked.
"Yes sir," John said. "I am sorry, I know it will be a hardship on your family to lose her and I plan to compensate you for this loss."
"How do you propose to do that?" Miguel asked.
It would not be a hardship; Carmen's younger brother needed to quit wasting his time playing American baseball with the other children and begin helping out in the family livelihood. At twelve years old, it was high time Eduardo learned the value of hard work. But Miguel was, at heart, a businessman.
"I know this is so little, please do not be insulted," John said and lay ten one hundred dollar bills on the table in front of Miguel.
Carmen, eye pressed to a crack in the door, gasped as she saw the exorbitant amount of money her American beau was prepared to pay for her hand in marriage.
All of her life, she was the chubby girl, the one the other children teased. When she became a teenager, her few friends did tell her that she was very pretty; it was a shame none would ever notice. At nineteen years old, Carmen Perez was five feet and two inches tall, but tipped the doctor's scale at two hundred and forty pounds.
When the ODAE men descended on their fishing village, many of the girls vied heartily for the attention of the American men with their many dollars. Carmen did not bother to try; they would not look at her twice.
When John Smith politely asked her for a dance, he had her heart from the first smile. He had her heart for all eternity when he pressed his lips to hers.
"What is wrong with you?" Miguel demanded as she sobbed, broken hearted, when the bus took the entire ODAE taskforce to the airport.
How could she explain to him, how could she tell her father, a hard-working, practical man, that she had dared to fall in love with a blond haired, blue eyed man from America?
Many of the village girls looked on with envy and some with hostility, as the Perez family prepared for the wedding, the marriage of their daughter to an American. When the news that the American had paid one thousand dollars to Miguel Perez, there was nearly a riot in Coasta Del Sol. The militia patrolled the streets to keep the peace until after the wedding.
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Carmen Smith could not stop gaping at the large airplane that would carry them to America. Once inside the large contraption, she was overwhelmed at the luxury. The outfits the women wore were a little scandalous, but perhaps that was how the women of America dressed, with no regard to the display of their flesh. John put her next to the window, so that she could look out and see the world as they flew.
The plane began to taxi down the runway at a dizzying speed and Carmen screamed as she saw the ground suddenly rush away from them; the plane lifting up into the sky. John put his arm over her shoulder and she looked into his smiling blue eyes and knew that, even if the airplane plummeted to the earth, John Smith would protect her.
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New Orleans International Airport also overwhelmed her, but John Smith steered them quickly to the luggage carousel and took their baggage in hand. He negotiated the confusing melee with no trouble and brought them outside. The expanse of the parking lot seemed endless to her and she was exhausted by the time he located his 1970 Pontiac Bonneville.
: Are you a millionaire?" she asked him, incredulous, as she settled into the plush interior of the American automobile.
"No, no, my love," he laughed. "All Americans live like this. Well, most of them do."
The small ranch style house John Smith lived in was further proof to her that John Smith was far too modest about his extreme wealth.
She trembled, excited and afraid, when her husband showed her their room, the bed that they would be sharing. Her apprehension grew as he began to remove his madras shirt and khaki trousers. He smiled reassuringly at her and she tried to return his smile.
His kisses distracted her, his touches excited her, and she gasped, giggled and cooed as she undressed her.
The tall blonde man laid his young bride on the bed and then finished undressing himself. She looked at his erect manhood and fought the urge to giggle. It looked so funny, sticking out like a twig from a large tree. His muscular arms looked like branches, his muscular legs looked like a strong trunk, but his small manhood just looked out of place.
"Tomorrow, my dear Carmen, we will shave your armpits and your legs and your pussy," he whispered, then kissed her passionately. "But tonight, we will make you a woman."
He sucked on her large nipples and caused her to gasp and purr. She was slightly embarrassed when he licked and sucked and nibbled at her large belly. Her eyes flew open and she thrust her hands downward when she felt his hot breath on her womanhood.
"No, no, my beloved," she protested. "That is unclean!"
"Oh, no, my sweet Carmen," he laughed and firmly pried her hands away from her pussy.
Within moments, her large thighs were crushing his head to her pussy and he would have laughed as she screamed and howled in orgasm. Would have laughed if he could breathe.
"Suck it," he demanded and pressed his cock to her lips.
To demonstrate, he took one of her plump fingers and made oral love to her digit. She was a fast learner and delighted in hearing his grunts of pleasure.
She did cough and choke as he pumped a large amount of some odd substance into her mouth and looked at him a little oddly as he demanded that she swallow.
"Are you going to put that in me now?" she asked, trembling with apprehension and excitement.
"Yes, my dear, dear Carmen," he said and put the head of his cock to the mouth of her pussy.
Her hymen was quite strong and she sobbed as he forced his way into her. He tenderly kissed her tears away and promised her that it would not hurt the next time they made love.
What a funny way of putting it. He hurt her tremendously, but he called it 'making love.'
Chapter 2
Miguel Perez found that being wealthy could be very unhealthy. Twice now, he'd had to fend off masked intruders that were looking for his money.
He also found that he did miss Carmen; almost daily, Eduardo would abandon his chores and run off to play baseball with his friends.
"Waa, waa," Miguel taunted the twelve year old boy. "I am big baby, I want to play, and I don't want to work."
"Shut up," Eduardo said and received a slap to his face.
"You will mind your father," Miguel said and slapped the boy again.
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Carmen luxuriated in the large bathtub and luxuriated under the ministrations of her husband. He used a perfumed soap on a very soft cloth and lovingly scrubbed every square inch of her body.
She giggled and laughed as he used a soft bristle brush on her toenails. She looked on as he lathered up her left leg with a minty smelling white foam, and then used a razor to remove the coarse hairs from her leg. As he repeated the process on the right leg, she again and again felt the silky smoothness of her left leg.
"So soft," she murmured.
She looked on with interest as he removed the hair from her underarms. It tickled tremendously, but she gritted her teeth and fought the urge to giggle; the razor was very sharp indeed.
When he drained the sudsy water from the tub and then applied the minty foam to her pussy, she again gritted her teeth; the strange coolness made her pussy feel quite overheated.
When he was finished with the razor, and applied the soft cloth to her now smooth pubic mound, she gasped, and then grunted in orgasm.
Any sexual euphoria vanished when she looked into the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. What she saw disgusted her; a fat blob, large breasts and large belly hanging down. Her husband's protestations that she was beautiful did little to lift her spirits.
She resolved then and there to do something about it. She cut out all the sweet things that she loved to eat; and John had a large pantry just full of the sweets she loved.
She also began to exercise. She made him drive her around the block so that she could see how far it would be before she reached their house again. The first few weeks, once around the block left her dazed, wheezing and gasping. The winter months did bring some relief to the daunting humidity, but by the time winter rolled around, Carmen had improved her walking to a slight jog, and had increased it to five times around the block.
By the time summer rolled around again, Carmen was running around the small block a total of twenty fie times before slowing to a jog for another five rounds.
At the church she and John attended, she met other Spanish-speaking women and formed friendships with them. Two of them, Rosita and Lynne, were militant feminists and openly gay. Over and over, they berated Carmen for her marriage, for being married to an older man, for not having a job, not earning her own money.
By summer's end, Carmen weighed one hundred and thirty four pounds. Men, and a few women, started noticing her, started greeting her as she ran past their houses.
Her new, sexy figure, her new ideology, and her new appetite for sex were the source of many arguments in the Smith home. John felt quite threatened by the very attractive young lady in his home; it was one thing to be married to a fat blob that was completely dependent on him. Quite another thing indeed to be married to a very attractive, self-assured, and demanding twenty-year-old feminist.
Her requests for sexual attention had turned into demands for sexual gratification. When he failed to satisfy her, she was quite vocal about her disapproval.
Chapter 3
Jose, Ricardo, and Eduardo put the paper sacks they'd cut eye slits into over their heads. Silently, they approached Miguel's bedroom.
Miguel lay in his bed, snoring drunkenly. The liter of tequila that Jose had given to him lay, empty, on the floor.
At a signal, the three brothers raised their clubs, fashioned out of discarded boat oars and began striking the sleeping form. When they were sure he had breathed his last, they began to search the house.
They found seven of the one hundred dollar bills tucked away in the Family Bible.
