TROPICAL CRUISE

Ryan Donovan watched as the gangplank to the Cruise Liner he was currently standing on was removed. The ship's massive horns sounded signaling that the cruise ship was pulling away from the dock and was making its way for the tropics. Ryan sighed heavily as he followed the steward on his way to his cabin. While many of his classmates were envious of him, Ryan wasn't exactly overjoyed to be here. Sure, it was a pleasure cruise and they would be seeing exotic locals and (hopefully) sexy, scantly clad girls and women. But the notion of getting on a giant ship and cruising around the middle of the ocean, miles away from any land... or help, just unnerved him. His opinion was primarily based on watching event movies such as Titanic, Castaway, and other stranded-type movies growing up. His friends thought he was being silly as to what were the odds of something like that happening to him but that didn't keep Ryan from worrying about the possibility.

After years of spending five summers at Boy Scout camp (earning his Eagle Scout by the time he was 16) followed by months at various sports camps, Ryan had been looking forward to one carefree summer before he went away to college in the fall. Despite this being a dream vacation for many, Ryan wasn't excited to have a large portion of his summer taken up by this trip. Before being informed of the cruise he was making plans with his friends, most of whom were going out of state to various colleges. In addition to this, Ryan was hoping to finally go out with the cute girl down the street who was finally single. He was hoping that the two would hit it off well and maybe, just maybe, this would be the summer that he finally lost his virginity.

Alas, Ryan's father, Douglas Donovan, is one of the biggest and wealthiest realtors in their home state. Douglas was 5 feet 11 inches tall (only an inch taller than I was), very lean, and at 48 years old was extremely gray-haired, bordering on white. Ryan remembered his world crashing down when his father informed him and his mother of the cruise just two weeks before Ryan graduated from high school. This would be an extended cruise as Douglas was meeting several other realtors for networking. Douglas assured Ryan he wouldn't be bored and that he might meet some interesting people his age as the realtors were also bringing their families. Ryan immediately saw this trip for what it was. His father would be working while golfing, swimming, or whatever event the realtors had planned at the same time. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if the trip would be deducted from their taxes as they were working.

Then there is my mother. Rebecca Donovan (nee Wiley). She was 5 foot 8 inches tall (two inches taller than her assistant). She was far from the typical trophy wife (like the ones he saw on the arms of his father's associates). Many of these women were slim (probably via liposuction) bronzed (via tanning beds), had really bad blonde dye jobs, and had more plastic in their breasts than their stepkids' toys.

My mother, worked out religiously at the health club with her friends and at our home gym when the girls weren't available, to keep her trim figure. My mother's tan was natural from time spent outside sunning at our Olympic-sized swimming pool (which she also used quite often to keep in shape). While my mother did frequent the salon, she kept her original Chestnut brown hair color. Sure, she would have it touched up to mask the gray hairs, but it was very natural looking and had no dark roots like the bottle-blonde bimbos. Of course, the final major difference between the trophies and my mother were her breasts. My mother has natural D-cup breasts. She was smaller before giving birth to me but based on pictures she was considerably larger than a D-Cup (from photos at the time) before finally settling at D. With her slender frame, due to rigorously going to the gym, she tended to appear a little too top-heavy, but I always she was perfect. Also, she was the only original wife of the group.

When my father announced the plans for our vacation the one thing my mother insisted on was that in addition to the three of us, was that my father book passage for her assistant to accompany us. I thought it odd but It was the one thing that made her like the trophies only their assistants were off corralling their various young charges. While there would not be as many things for Elena to do on this trip Rebecca was very insistent, so Douglas relented.

The assistant's name was Elena Domingez. She started working for my mother when I turned 13. She had light tan colored skin, so light that sometimes she was mistaken for Caucasian. During the summer when she dressed business casual, I noted her skin darkened, probably from spending time in the summer sun during her off hours. She was shorter than his 5 foot 10 inches but average for most of the Hispanics that I went to school with. She wasn't fat by any means (save for her breasts and ass). She was borderline plump, but I preferred to think of her as curvy. She had full lips, chocolate brown eyes, and long wavey black hair that traveled down to the small of her back. During working hours, she always kept her long hair braided as she had to look professional.

As I implied earlier, Elena was the proud owner of a pair of massive boobs that always seemed to be on the verge of bursting out of her blouses. I have witnessed many times these massive orbs bouncing about when my mother has her rush to go collect something or others around the house. I tended to avoid her as much as possible as she caused my cock to tent whenever she was around. From time to time, I would sit in the living room and watch her tits jiggle with a book or my laptop concealing my cock as she did this.

Half an hour after we disembarked my father and the associating families were still on the main deck socializing. I had said hello to several of the teens (all girls) and a few of their younger siblings and was ready to make my way to my cabin. Elena appeared happy to be here, but a bit put out as my mother hadn't dismissed her so that she could go to her cabin and unpack yet. As the trophy wives kept my mother's focus on their conversation I took pity on Elena and got my mother's attention. Informing her that Elena and I would be going to our cabins to unpack, I led the grateful assistant away from the massive congregation. As we made our way to the stewards so that we could find our rooms we made small talk as she didn't know anyone else onboard. Making our way down the corridors I would find myself taking glances at my mother's alluring assistant. Since this was a leisure cruise it was the first time that Elena could dress casually. As I took in her simple sundress, I couldn't help but think that she was even more striking than I had imagined in my bedtime fantasies. We made our way to the concierge desk and said our goodbyes before my steward led me away.

"Your Cabin sir." The steward informed me.

I step into the room and am surprised at how spacious it is. I had to ask the man if he was sure that I had the right room and not my parents' room. Double-checking his manifest, he assures me that this is my room. With my bags placed in the master suite, I give the man a tip and go about placing my clothes in the closet and dresser. I was just about finished when I heard a keycard unlock my door. In walks a stewardess and... Elena.

"Oh... your roommate is already here." The young woman states.

"Roommate?" I say. I came to find out later that the reason I have such a large room is that my father, to save money, booked this suite so that Elena and I would share it.

To say that I was upset with the man would be an understatement. My father, in his infinite wisdom, had managed to cockblocked me from finding any willing girl by giving me a babysitter. I wanted to scream but didn't as that wouldn't appear very mature in front of Elena. Also, what could I do at this point? We were underway and the only option was to jump ship. Not something I was willing to do until we reached land.

With no other recourse, I did the gentlemanly thing and insisted Elena take the master suite while I slept on the pullout built into the couch. The master suite was divided by a closeable door so she would have her privacy. Elena of course begged off insisting she take the outer room but being a true gentleman I held firm that she take the master suite. Seeing that I would not relent on the issues, Elena reluctantly aqueous to my request. We worked out how I would access the bathroom and how she would give me a heads-up in case my mother called her and she needed to cross into my area.

To assure Elena that I wasn't upset with her about the situation I politely requested her company for dinner. Just the two of us. She tried to stave it off, but again, I was very insistent. She relented much easier this time. I inform her that it is formal, and she tells me she has just the ensemble for the occasion as she reminds me what a stickler my mother is on appearances. I chuckle as I know only too well that fact (which is the reason I have a suit with me on a leisure cruise).

Elena and I went our separate ways for a few hours to get our feel for the ship. When my watch beeped I returned to the cabin to find Elena was already in the shower. I patiently waited for my turn and when the water turned off I heard the door open and Elena call out to see if I was there. I was sitting patiently on the bed and had a large white terry cloth robe ready for her. Extending her lightly tanned arm she graciously accepts the robe and I turn around to wait for her to exit the bathroom. A few moments later my beautiful roommate exits wearing the robe and a towel around her head. I inform her I won't be long so she doesn't disrobe while I'm trying to make my way across the room. While I won't lie and say I wouldn't mind seeing her naked (heck I'd kill to see her naked), I want to be a perfect gentleman for her.

I quickly wash up in the shower and after letting her know that I was exiting the bathroom make my way past the beauty who is sitting at the edge of her bed. She follows me to the door and smiles as she slowly closes it behind me. I swear she was blushing as I passed and let out a sigh as I caught a whiff of her scent as I passed and she smelled amazing. It didn't take me long to dress. I had your standard black suit and white shirt with tie and fancy dress shoes. Elena however was wearing a beautiful red dress. It was sleeveless with a deep V-neckline (thank you god) so her abundant cleavage was prominently on display. The skirt went down to the floor and was slit to her upper thigh. She was wearing matching red heels which made her about the same height as my mother. I am momentarily speechless but when I find my voice I inform her she is stunning which earns me a blush and a thank you. Holding out my arm, she takes it and we make our way from the cabin to the VIP Dining Room.

As we made our way to the dining area I ran into some of the teenaged girls of my father's associates. They were on their way to the club. Dressed to the nines several of the girls finally took notice of me and they boldly invited me to join them rather than have dinner with the parents. Apparently, they must have thought I was just escorting Elena to the dining room. As this was not the case, I politely turned them down. I think I bruised their egos doing this and the girls all walk off in a huff. Elena informed me she would understand if I would prefer to go with the girls as opposed to having dinner with her, but I assured her that she was who I wanted to be with at that moment. I saw her blush as I took her hand and led her to our destination.

Elena and I dined at a small private table and got to know one another for the first time in five years. She told me all about herself (I didn't know that she had just turned 40. She didn't look a day over 30 in my opinion). We talked about our lives (she knew most of mine having been a part of my life for 5 years) and during this dinner, Elena confided in me that while she was looking forward to the tropical locals that we would be visiting she hated boats. I placed my hand atop hers and informed her of my aversion to them as well which earned me a big smile. It turned out she had seen almost every lost at sea, stranded, etc movie just as I had and that weighed on her mind when taking this trip. As we continued to talk she asked me about my plans for the fall. I informed her that I would be going off to a prestigious college and was very excited to get out from under his family's reach and explore the world.

"You must be very excited," Elena states.

"I can't wait," I reply.

"I can tell. There are so many sights to see... and so many young women."

I was drinking my club soda until she said that statement, at which point I almost choked on my drink. Elena laughs initially but then begins rubbing my back as I try and catch my breath.

"I'm sorry," Elena states.

"It's ok... it's true... just unexpected."

She isn't wrong. The world was my oyster and all I had to do was survive this last family outing with my parents. As I was stuck in his floating city, I prayed I could find a sexy and willing girl to hook up with and finally lose my virginity.

"I'm going to miss seeing you around the house when you're gone." Elena offered.

I was shocked really. I didn't know that she noticed me while going about her daily routine. Still, it was a heartfelt statement, and placing my hand atop hers, I swore I felt a spark pass between us. "I'm going to miss seeing you every day Elena."

We sat silently for some time before we finished our drinks and then returned to our suite to rest up for the next day.

The first few days of the cruise were fairly uneventful. During my time on the ship, I managed to stay clear of his parents and their associates. When she wasn't working for my mother I made time for Elena who had not made any connections with the other passengers. Sure, many guys made passes at her but it was obvious that they were only looking for a one-night stand or a short-term fling on the ship. Elena was having none of that. We spent most of our time together at the pool deck sunning and swimming. My mother gave Elena all of Wednesday off (something I learned from her at Dinner the previous night). I decided to be adventurous as we were nearing our first island stop. I set my alarm earlier than I was used to getting up. Elena had the shades drawn so as not to be woken up by the first rays of the sun. Sneaking into her room I go through her wardrobe and find her swimsuit. I'm disappointed that someone as beautiful as she is opted for a simple black one-piece bathing suit but I have to make due with what we have. Bathing suit in hand I plop down on the side of the bed beside her and she is startled awake. She pulls the covers up as she is wearing a simple black Chemise (ok... I looked).

I inform my roommate that we are going out today. I leave her with the swimsuit and tell her she has five minutes to get ready or I'm coming back in no matter what state of dress she is in. She obviously took me at my word as exactly five minutes later, the very demure-looking Elena exited the room in her swimsuit and a sarong that I didn't realize she owned. Taking her left hand and dragged the older woman to the back of the boat. Elena is perplexed and has no idea where we are going until we arrive at our destination. We are the first to arrive and thus the first to select and take out a jet ski.

Elena was very cute as she tried to back out of going with me. When she realized she was not going to be let off the hook, she tried to get me to select a side-by-side Jetski but again, I refused. Climbing on, I insisted she get one with me and helped her onto the seat. Her body felt very warm as her arms came around my waist. I reeve the engine and soon Elena is screaming as we rocket out of the back of the ship.

As we bounced up and down in the water Elena held me close. The screams initially were ones of fright before she eventually let herself go and began enjoying the ride. I was smiling the whole time as her large abundant breasts were pressed into my bare back. The faster we went, the tighter her arms were wrapped around my body. Soon her hands were firmly pressed into my six-pack abs and chest. I had to admit, this was the best part of my trip to date, bar none. I began to wonder why I hadn't done this sooner.

Wanting to keep in shape during the trip, I would get up early in the morning and work out at the ship's gym for an hour or two. Depending on how many people were present factored into how long I worked out. At such an early hour I usually had the run of the place. Occasionally someone would join me but very rarely and usually they were guys. The only good part about that was that I had someone to spot me while I used the bench press.

Friday morning was the first time that I ran into Elena at such an early hour. She was usually still asleep and by the time I returned she was awake and running errands for my mother. Fate seemed to want to bring us together as I ran into Elena coming out of the gym. She was in a hurry for some reason or another and I accidently bumped into her sending her crashing to the ground. Apologizing profusely, I help her back to her feet. My mother had sent Elena on a fact-finding task, and she was making her way back to my parent's cabin with the information.

Ryan was so concerned for the older woman, that he didn't realize that Elena was going through an existential crisis as she looked up at the handsome younger man. Her voice was failing her as she took in Ryan's amazing form. She had gotten only a glimpse of how he had matured over the years as she was usually too busy to see him at his house. Their first day at the pool and every time since she would get choked up by how much of an adonis this young man truly was. Also, unlike many men with his handsome looks and physique, he did not act like God's gift to women. He was very down to Earth and level-headed. As she stared up at the young man hovering over her, Elena couldn't help but admire Ryan's build. No longer was he a gawky little boy at 13 but within the year had sprouted several inches. By the time he was 16, he had grown to his current height, towering over her and slowly muscling up. Ryan's physique reminded her of Bruce Lee. Not bulky, very slim but well-muscled. Ryan helped her back to her feet and in such close quarters, she couldn't miss his sweaty, masculine musk. Once she was stable Ryan stood aside so she could continue on her way.

Elena gave him a warm smile as she passed. Before she could get on her way he stops her in her tracks and asks her to join him for dinner, just the two of them. Elena smiles and agrees. Not realizing it at the time she promises to buy him a drink later, a real drink, as a graduation present.

As he watched her pass Ryan marveled at Elena's shapely backside. Leaning back against the wall he smiled and thought how she was the only person in his household that he was going to miss when he went away in the fall. Yes sir... he did like her.

As the trip progressed, Ryan eventually managed to meet several teens that he was surprised to find were going to the same college he was in the fall. Currently, they all had plans with their families for the evening but made it a point to go out the following day. Ryan saw that one of the girls, a nerdy but very cute (think sexy librarian) was smiling and blushing at him. She lingered behind just long enough to whisper her name (Kelly) before racing off to rejoin her group.

As Ryan didn't have any plans, he waited for Elena to return from her "working vacation". After all the running around she had done that day Elena was famished. Ryan could hear her washing off the day's grime through the wall separating our two rooms and tried to visualize exactly what she looked like under the water. His cock suddenly became very rigid in his dress pants while sitting on the couch awaiting his "date". Ryan was brought back to reality by the sound of the water turning off.

Soon he could hear Elena bustling about as she got ready. Just as the rooms went quiet, the door separating the two rooms opened, and there, standing like an Earthbound angel, was the lovely Elena.

She was adorned in a white Zayna Dress that was comprised of a daring plunge keyhole neck that struggled to conceal her breasts on either side. She twirled around (probably trying to gauge my interest) and I saw the dress was open-backed and as the material of the skirt flailed I slaw the thigh-high slit running along the right side of the skirt. I was speechless for several long moments and if my cock wasn't rigid before she stepped out it was solid granite right now. I think that I embarrassed her with my lack of speech. Not wanting to look stupid, I raise my hand and when she takes it I kiss the back of her hand and tell her how beautiful she is.

Blushing like a little girl, Elena and I make our way to the VIP dining room and to the table we shared on that first night onboard. Elena brought me the drink she promised, and we toasted to a very enjoyable evening. Those drinks were followed by many more. After eating and drinking I felt very loose, as did my companion, so I pulled her out to the dance floor, and we danced the night away. Elena and I were very tipsy after that, so we finished our last drink before departing, arm in arm, back for our cabin.

As the less inebriated person, I fish my keycard out of the pocket of my dinner jacket. Elena reaches over, smiles, and places the card in my chest pocket. I watch in awe as she reaches into her evening dress and draws out her card. With a grin, she slips it into the lock and the door unlocks. We make our way back into the room and I'm sure it's the alcohol but I find myself boldly asking her, "Where did you hide that card? There is no outline in your dress."

"We women have our secrets," Elena states. I watch as she kicks off her heels, sending them to the opposite side of the room from where she will be heading.

"Can I ask you a question now Ryan?"

"Sure."

"Do you like my tits?"

I blush and am very thankful I don't have a drink that I am swallowing as I would have spewed like a geyser at that question. I chalk my bold and direct answer up to liquid courage as I give her a resounding yes.

"Mmmmm... is that why your dick was so hard while we were dancing?" She asks. Her face is reddening as she walks over to me.

She reaches forward with her left-hand and cups my cock and balls and gently massage them through the material of my pants. I moan at the contact as I haven't beaten off in three days I was hoping to make time with a few of the girls I have gotten to know and wanted to show them what I was capable of giving them.

"Yes... but... it... it's always hard when you're around," I tell her as I place my hands on her hips. I draw her forward and she moves her hand out of the way so that my stiff rod can press against her sex. She hisses when our pelvis' come into contact and then lets out a low throaty moan as my cock grinds against her clit.

"Ohhhh... oh god... I... I didn't know that I meant... I mean... do I turn you on that much?"

"Always," Ryan answered firmly and honestly.

"Always?" She asks me in surprise.

"From the very first day, you walked into our lives... It's why I made myself scarce when you were around. I was embarrassed to think that you'd see how stiff you made me."

Elena smiled at my answer and then gave me a soft peck on the lips. "You just made me feel really good. You know that?"

Ryan shook his head. He didn't know that. "Really?"

"Yes," She replied. Elena then stood on her tiptoes and gave me a quick kiss. Deeper, and more forceful than the peck. I feel my cock twitch and before I can part my lips she has pulled back and returned her feet flat to the floor.

"Do you like me Ryan or are you just hoping for a one-night stand?" Elena asks.

"God... I like you, Elena. I may want to go away to college to get away from my parents but you... you are the one thing that makes me want to stay."

Elena doesn't say anything else. She slips out of my grasp and without another word between us, she reaches behind her neck and unfastens the clasp holding the material that keeps her magnificent breasts covered. She releases her hold on it and allows the material to fall revealing the full majesty of her heavy breasts to me. They are even more beautiful than I could imagine and her nipples are huge. If I had to wager they were larger than silver dollar coins.

"Wow... you're perfect!" I say still mesmerized by her naked tits.

Elena's chocolate brown nipples were fully erect by now and pointed at me invitingly.

Elena swallowed and then grasping the dress, slid it down her body and let it pool at her feet. To my surprise, she was completely naked, having worn the dress without panties. I needed no further invitation and slipped out of my dinner jacket and tossed it on the corner of my couch/bed. I slip out of my shoes and send them back toward Elena's heels.

Once in my stocking feet, I unbutton the sleeves of my shirt and that is when Elena decides to help speed things along and unbutton my shirt and my pants. Once the buttons are undone, Elena slips her soft hands inside my shirt and I shiver at her touch as she slips my dress shirt off, sending it to the floor. Bare-chested, I lean down and capture her lips in a kiss and I hear her whimper as her hands slip down to my waist. She takes hold of my pants and boxers and slips them down until they fall to the floor, pooling around my feet. I break our kiss just long enough to lean over and slip first my right sock, then my left one off so that I am as naked as she is.

Elena takes my hand and leads me into the master suite. Once we are at the foot of the bed I take her in my arms once again, lean down and kiss her. She gasps into my mouth when my hands travel the length of her curvy frame until they come to rest on her perfect breasts. So far on our trip, I have seen a lot of large boobs but from the look of them, almost all are fake. As I knead Elena's I marvel at how magnificent her massive breasts feel in my hands. She breaks our kiss when I gently pinch her protruding nipples and lets out a groan of pleasure.

Despite being a virgin I have seen enough porn to have an idea what I need to do to get Elena excited. I kiss my way along Elena's face and then down her neck. She shivers, then giggles as my lips and tongue travel along her collarbone and then down the front of her chest. She sucks in a breath and hisses aloud when my lips suck one of her thick nipples into my mouth.

"Ahhhh," She says as I begin to forcefully suck on the hard little numb.

I was all over her breasts now. I switched from the left to the right, worshiping, and devouring the two succulent orbs. She squealed until her legs gave out as I bit her nipples like a man possessed. Elena sit down and pulls me on top of her, the entire time I never stop worshiping her tits. By now Elena was dripping wet and ready for what came next. She begs me to stop and when I finally comply she requests I get on my back in the center of the bed.

Once I have complied with her wishes, Elena climbs between my splayed legs and places her face in front of my cock. She marvels at its size and in a very sexy manner, sticks out her tongue and runs it along the underside of my cock. It is my turn to hiss as she ever so slowly travels up from the base of my cock until she finally reaches the head. Her tongue grazes the slit at the top of my cock before she withdraws.

Next, her soft right-hand takes hold of my throbbing dick and she slowly begins stroking it. As she does this Elena looks into my eyes and says, "You have the biggest cock I've ever seen on a man,"

I am trying to return the compliment but all speech and thought are cut off when Elena leans forward and swallows my dick. I swore I died and was on my way to heaven. Somehow, I managed to open my eyes and watch as the sexy cougar swallowed inch after inch of my cock between her thick beautiful lips. I was stupefied as I watched Elena forcing more of my cock meat into her mouth and down her throat. As ravenous as I had been for her tits, she was equally as ravenous for my cock. The entire time she was working my dick over Elena was moaning and drooling around my shaft as she took me deeper and deeper.

I couldn't believe how amazing this felt! In my short life, I have only had one blowjob from a rather inexperienced girl. As good as it felt at the time, that girl and her blowjob skills paled in comparison to Elena. I groan in pleasure as my cock head slid further and further down Elena's throat. As much as I was enjoying this, my lover seemed to be equally pleased with herself. I bucked my hips into her mouth and Elena kept pace with me. Elena must have bottomed out and began moving up and down my cock. The feel of her mouth and throat on my dick was exquisite and I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer and told her so. Elena grinned and slowly pulled herself off my dick until her lips slipped off of my cock.

"Elena... God..."

Elena locked eyes with him. "Oh my... It's been so long since I've had a real lover." Elena declared. "Mmmm... your pre-cum is soooo delicious,"

Ryan's ego was inflating at this compliment. No higher praise could be given as far as he was concerned.

"Mmmmm... but I'm not done... we're not done yet..." Elena declares. She needed this, and she needed Ryan's cock inside her pussy, and she was determined to have it.

Ryan's cock was ready and he was extremely hard. Elena climbed up his body and when she was in the right position, straddled her younger lover. Reaching back, Elena talks hold of his cock and aims it at her entrance. The lovers groan in unison as Elena lowered herself onto his dick. She goes slowly at first. She has never had a cock like this in her life and it is stretching her out. Ryan's hands come up to her waist and he helps guide her down until he was completely inside her pussy, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix.

Marveling at the feeling of her wet furnace, Ryan savored the feel of his first pussy. He was ecstatic. Finally, he was no longer a virgin. The fact that he lost his cherry to this gorgeous cougar made it even more special to him. Once she became accustomed to his girth Elena began to move. Slowly at first. Lowering her hips until every inch of Ryan's splendid cock was stretching her sorely neglected pussy. She gasps when the head of his dick kisses the opening of her womb before she then lifts her self back up until only the head of his cock was inside of her. Gradually she picked up the pace until she was blissfully thrashing atop her boss's son.

Ryan watched as Elena began bucking wildly up and down on his cock. The way she rolled her hips and ground onto him was getting Ryan to the boiling point again. They had taken a momentary break between her blowjob and his deflowering and in that time his balls had calmed. Now, now he felt them churning again. He reached up and claimed her bouncing tits in his hands and drew her down so he could claim both nipples in his mouth. She let out a little scream and then moaned in pleasure at his ministrations.

When he felt her pussy clamping down tighter on his cock he guessed she was close to orgasm. Reaching up Ryan took hold of Elena's shoulders and pulled her closer. Her face now inches from his, he tilts her head so that he can lean in and her mouth agape, he claims her mouth in their first open-mouth kiss. Elena moans into his mouth and their tongues quickly find one another and begin wrestling for dominance. Getting a wicked idea, Ryan slips his left hand back (his right reclaiming one of her tits) and when she is completely distracted, slips his middle finger inside her unprepared asshole and begins fucking her ass with his finger.

Elena's eyes fly open at the sudden unexpected intrusion. Not only was it a surprise but her body was suddenly pushed over the edge and her scream of please was only muffled by the kiss she was sharing with the young man. At the same time, her body shook as it was engulfed by a powerful orgasm. Her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice was the final straw for Ryan who reached his own climax. Thrusting forward one final time, Ryan pumped his massive load of semen into Elena's waiting womb. Elena screams into Ryan's mouth as her body convulsed in orgasmic bliss. er pussy milked Ryan's cock and balls for every last drop. Only when her orgasm subsided did Elena finally stop convulsing and she collapsed on top of her lover.

They lay together in the dark for some time, just listening to the waves crashing against the ship's hull. After an unspecified amount of time, Elena places her left arm on Ryan's chest and props up her head.

Looking at him lustfully, she says, "Ryan you're an amazing lover." She takes a long pause, almost unsure of what she is about to ask of him. "Can... can we please do this again... at least once before the end of the cruise and we return to our normal lives?"

Looking her squarely in her eyes, Ryan says, "You can have me every day and every night forever if you so wish!"

Elena smiles at Ryan's enthusiastic answer.

Ryan wraps his arms possessively around this goddess. The pair lay in the dark of night for some time before another word was spoken.

"Ryan... I don't mean to pry."

"But?" I say knowing that word was coming.

"But... have you... ever been with a woman as old as me before?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know..." she paused nervously. "Older, frumpy... and Hispanic."

"No," I answer.

"Really?" She asks surprised at my reply.

"No. In actuality... I've never been with a woman, or a girl my age, before now. I've actually only had one blowjob before tonight."

"You... you mean... you've never been with any girl, at all?"

"No," I answer with a smile. "You were my first." I then kiss her nose.

What came next actually surprised me. Elena sat up and she looked almost horrified. "Oh god!" she said, "I took your virginity!"

"Yes, you did."

"Oh god... I'm sorry... If I had known.... Oh god. You didn't want a poor, lower class..."

"Stop," I say almost shouting at her. I pull her back to me and before she can say anything further I kiss Elena on her soft, full, amazing lips. Wrapping her body intimately to mine, I hold her possessively against my body. I plunder Elena's bought and soon she submits to my passion, moaning into my mouth.

Only when we need air do I break the kiss and wait to look into her brown eyes. "From this moment on I want you to consider yourself my brown-eyed girl."

Elena smiles at that, realizing I'm quoting an old 60's song. "Elena my dear... I don't ever want you to disparage yourself again. I wanted you. I will always want you."

"Really?"

"Yes. I am so honored that I lost my virginity to you. You are a gift from heaven and I want to spend every waking moment with you from now until I leave for college."

"Oh my... Can... can we just stay here like this?"

As if to answer her question, I lift her hips up and plant her pussy on my rigid member. Elena moans a throaty, "Mmmmmmmm... yeah... stay here... like this... for the rest of the cruise?" Elena asks pressing her cum coated slit down forcefully on my still raging hard on.

"Mmmmm... as far as I am concerned the only time, we will be getting out of bed is for meals... maybe for a brief sojourn once we reach one of the islands."

Elena smiles into my chest and mumbles in agreement. She kisses the spot between my chest and presses her breasts into my midsection before falling asleep. I hold her in place and rub my hands down the back of her body. It takes some time for the no-longer-virgin Ryan to fall asleep. For the most part, he is afraid that this is all some elaborate dream and he doesn't want it to end. Only when her breathing finally lulls him to sleep does Ryan pass out.

It is still dark out and something jostles Ryan out of his sleep. He is momentarily bewildered as to where he is until his naked lover, who has rolled to his left, presses her sexy body back into his. He is suddenly reminded of the blissful evening he had and the fact that he has made this sexy cougar his lover. Who would have thought when he was pouting earlier this week at having her on the other side of his cabin wall that they would become lovers before they even reached their first port of call? Ryan rubs his eyes and suddenly he feels the boat shake again.

Ryan has no idea what is going on but he swears he hears a commotion. Elena is sleeping soundly and contently wrapped in his arms. It is only when he hears what sounds like a crash and the entire liner shake that he pulls himself from his lover and climbs out of the bed.

Grabbing a pair of shorts from the closet, Ryan makes his way to the door.

Opening the door he sees several people running from their room toward the stairway.

"Hey... what's going on?" A sleepy Ryan inquires. One of the stewards stops as Ryan has saved him the trouble of pounding on the door.

"The ship is sinking! Everyone needs to get to the deck."

Ryan heard that loud and clear. He sprinted back to the master suite and shook Elena violently. She was in a very deep sleep and hadn't even reacted when he climbed out from under her. When she finally wakes, he informs her of their situation. To say she worked up quickly at that point would be an understatement. With little time to spare Ryan grabs his go bag and his empty travel pack. He tosses two shorts and two shirts and after tossing Elena a sun dress grabs two of hers and throws them into the pack. Elena puts on her sandals and the pair make haste. Unlike everyone else, Ryan pulls Elena toward the back of the boat. She doesn't ask him why but he seems to know what he is doing.

As the pair travel along the length of the ship, they can't help but have images of the last minutes of the Titanic movie fill their mind!

Ryan stops outside the door of his parents' suite and pounds on it to make sure they are up and evacuating. His mother opens the door. She looks sleepy, wiping the crust from her eyes and yawning. She had only just thrown on her black kimono robe, barely covering the black baby doll that she had bought for this trip (something I would later learn from my lover). The stewards didn't make sure the room was vacant as mom said my father was still out with his business associates. With time, I pull her from the room, Kelly curses until I inform her the ship is sinking. As if to make my point, the ship begins tipping toward the forward part of the ship. Whatever we hit, hit us must have caused the ship to sink in the forward section.

in the crowded hallway, his father, mother, and a very shaken Elena, were huddled against the wall. Elena was crying, and his mother was trying to comfort her. Panicked passengers were hustling up and down the hallway.

With the hall all but vacant now, I was surprised when the last door on the left opened, and out came Kelly, the young girl who would be attending my college in the fall (if we survive this). With no time to spare, Elena simply grabbed the young red-haired girl by her left wrist and dragged her with us.

Ryan led the trio through the hall and to the elevator. Knowing how crowded the main deck would be the young man knew where the best place to go to ensure they made it off the ship. Taking the lift down to the lower deck, the group found themselves at the aft end of the ship which was where the Jet Ski and boat section was located.

Seeing the items in question, Ryan instructs the girls to grab several of the bags and point to the boat. While the girls quickly grabbed the bags Ryan grabbed several of the gas cans and loaded them onto the dual jet ski. Tying the cans to the passenger side, he ran over and opened the back of the ship. Knowing they had to move quickly as the boat was quickly taking on water and would be rising up out of the water, they watched as the mechanical doors lowered and water came in. Kelly had filled all the free space in the boat save for the seat my mother was in and the seat occupied by Elena.

"I'll ride with you," Kelly informs me. With no time to argue I just nod my head.

"Mom, drive out, we'll be right behind you," I tell my mother. My mother nods and firing up the boat, pulls out of the ship's bay.

I climb on board the jet ski and Kelly quickly climbs on behind me. Wrapping her arms around my waist, we watched my mother clear the bay. As soon as the boat is out and has cleared the ship I know I can go. Firing up my jet ski, I instructed Kelly to hold on tight (which she is) and I launched us forward and out of the ship. We hit the open water and Kelly had a death grip on me, so I knew she is alive and still with me. Once we are clear of the ship we pull alongside my mother's boat. All four of us turn back and can see that the forward end of the ship is now ripped open and is beginning to fall forward.

We see several lifeboats in the water but there are still many up on the deck. Screams and cries can be heard but there is little that we can do. As we watch this occur we hear the sounds of thunder and looking past the ship we see that in the darkness of night, a dark mass of clouds approached the sinking ship. Several lightning bolts follow and the storm clouds rapidly begin overtaking the ship.

"What do we do now?" My mother asks.

Not knowing where we are, and with the storm approaching, I make the executive decision (checking the compass I mounted on the Jet Ski's handlebars) to travel east and hopefully avoid the incoming storm.

We could hear that the rain had started falling as the storm enveloped the ship. To make matters even worse the ocean was starting to get choppy. The two water vehicles shot off to the east and for the first time since the cruise ship took on water, they managed to avoid the storm. Of course, they drove for quite some time without coming across land. Only when Ryan and his mother were getting tired the the two vehicles stop. They cut their engines to conserve fuel and Ryan had Elena toss over a rope so that he could they their boats together so as not to drift away from one another.

As room was premium due to their situation Rebecca and Elena stayed where they were while Ryan turned around and wedged his shoulders between the handlebars of the jet ski. It wasn't as comfortable as his bed had been but it beats being dead at the bottom of the ocean. He knew that Elena would be jealous of what happened next but with no other options he wrapped his arms around Kelly and held her closely against his body. The scantly clad girl (she had only been wearing a silk nighty) held the young man against her body as the cold night air blew splashes of water on them. As uncomfortable as the quartet was, there was no time to think of anything except survival. The best thing they could do right now was try to get some rest and hope that they found land soon.