The Cruise

by Sloth
What's that motion in the ocean?
Hello, my name is Mariposa Concepcion Delgado. I am a 16 year old resident of Bilbao, Spain. For a few months last year I was dating an American boy named Joey Romanzi. He looked Italian. He was rich. He drove a Ferrari. I was in love.

My family did not know what to make of it. I had fallen in love with an American. Sometimes there was the air of a scandal. Of the whole family, only Joey's father spoke proper Spanish. Mr. Romanzi was an architect overseeing construction on the new convention center in downtown Bilbao. It was a grand project.

I first met Joey last Easter while skiing in the Alps. I complimented him on his car, as he drove it into the parking lot. He complimented me on my English, which I learned in school. That night Joey took me down the mountain into town for drinks. We laughed and talked all night. He kissed me tenderly before retiring to bed. I was hot for him because Americans excited me. His body was muscular and lean. His family, however, was fatter than most I have seen before. Joey assured me that this was normal.

We had sex the next morning after breakfast. Joey was not the best in bed; he fumbled around and sometimes tried to enter the wrong hole. But his mistakes were honest and I loved him anyway. Sometimes he was too passionate for his own good and would shoot off way before he should have.

I am young but still I have had other lovers. My first was my cousin Olmo from Madrid when I was 13. We were friends as long as I can remember, so doing it was easy and natural. The relationship lasted until he got a proper girlfriend a year later. I cried when I found out.

My second lover was my first real boyfriend, Luis. We met at a discoteque when I was 15 and made out without stopping until 6AM. Then he took me home and fucked me all morning. He wouldn't take no for an answer. I had to tell my parents I slept at my friend Alameda's house.

Luis loved to dance and do a lot of drugs, which I liked, until I rationalized that he was 32, unemployed, and had no future. I broke up with him and he cried. He loved to lick my pussy, something I can't get Joey to do at all. At 18, I guess he was still to young. He never complained when I sucked his penis, though. In fact he groaned with pleasure like a bear.

Joey and I dated for seven months before Mr. Romanzi invited me to visit them at home for the Christmas holidays. I was so happy to finally go to America! The Romanzi's were going on a cruise. My parents didn't want me to go at first, but they consented because the Romanzi's were rich and respectable, even if they were so fat and American.

The Romanzi's home was in Manhatten. It is a much larger city than Madrid, which I had previously thought to be monstrous. The Americans have really done something over there. The Romanzi's lifestyle was eating, watching television, and talking about skyscrapers. They lived in an apartment on the top floor that overlooked the city. The view from downtown was so imposing it made me dizzy.

We traveled to Fort Lauderdale the next morning. No more tall buildings! The cruise ship was called the Millenium X and it was the biggest and dumbest looking boat I had ever seen. Joey and I shared a cabin. It was small but we had our own balcony with wooden lounge chairs. I would read and Joey would smoke cigarettes and stare out into the endless blue ocean.

At worst I felt a little seasick. At best I felt like the fat girl from the Titanic, Kate Winslet, who fell in love with Leonardo di Caprio. Joey was no Leonardo di Caprio, but I think I am definitely prettier than that ugly bitch in the movie. When Leonardo fell in the icy water he should have sliced her open with a saber and climbed inside to keep warm like Han Solo did with the ton-ton in The Empire Strikes Back.

For Christmas we exchanged presents. I gave Joey a bottle of Dolce & Gabana perfume so he could use it instead of his stinky American Old Spice. When we got back to our cabin I gave him his real present, a blow job and a copy of the Kama Sutra. He gave me a box of expensive chocolates. I quietly flushed them down the toilet one by one. Can you imagine? Giving a young girl food on a cruise where there is already so much to eat! What did he want, for me to be as fat as his sister?

Joey was normally a big eater, but he especially loved seafood. He ate for every single meal shellfish and salmon. He said it made him a better lover. I don't know if it was the Kama Sutra or the shellfish but something was working. After dinner one night, he made me cum three times in one hour which was a record for him.

On the third day we docked in Nassau. At a restaurant Joey ate oysters against the advice of even the waiter and got really sick. He had a fever and even threw up blood. Joey felt so bad he wouldn't even let me please him orally. Finally, the doctor moved him into the infirmary where he spent the whole next day. That's when all the bad stuff started happening.

I guess all the girls in bikinis and the warm weather started to affect Mr. Romanzi, because later that same day when I returned to my room he was inside it in his bath robe with a bottle of champagne. He said he came down to see how I was doing and asked me to join him for a drink. Not wanting to appear rude, I accepted and drank two glasses. He told me it was a shame that a nice girl like me was wasted on such an inexperienced boy like Joey who doesn't even know not to eat oysters in the Bahamas.

I admitted that Joey was a little thick-headed. As soon as I made this confession, Mr. Romanzi pulled out his penis and asked me to suck it. He looked so weird, like a hairy Italian Buddha. I missed the sex from Joey and figured that being a naughty girl was okay because after all it was Mr. Romanzi who paid for the whole cruise. And he was also so old, and horny with a fat, ugly wife. Why not make his Christmas a truly merry one? When I started to suck his piggy dick that's when Joey walked in and screamed!

No one else in the family suspected anything at dinner because they beleived Joey was still in the infirmary. Mr. Romanzi and I searched for him for the rest of the night. Mrs. Romanzi found out later that Joey checked out of the infirmary at 5:00 PM and then started to get nervous. She started looking for him as well. Nobody knew what was happening. At midnight the Romanzis' went to bed. I stayed up crying because I felt responsible for the whole incident. I needed to find Joey and apologize for sucking his father's penis.

At last just after dawn I found him near the front of the ship in the 'CREW ONLY' section. He was standing on the railing like Leonardo di Caprio, but he didn't look nearly as sexy because the Millenium X was plastic and round instead of metal and pointed like the Titanic.

When I called his name, Joey turned around in shock to look at me, twisted his knee and fell off the ship. He didn't scream and I didn't hear a splash. I screamed enough for both of us. Terrified, I ran to the back of the boat. I was still hoping he would be okay. He wasn't. I saw a smooth trail of purple water flowing behind the cruise ship...out to sea.
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