Rick Chaplain was one of those All-American boys; dashingly handsome, intelligent, and witty, with short-cropped dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a rough, matured, attractive face that was weathered and appropriately tempered by the elements. He was originally from Patton, Ohio, a small town in the middle of nowhere, and had learned from a very early age how to make his own fun and get his own level of enjoyment out of the most bleak and disheartening of circumstances.
Having been discovered by a local oddity, a drunken ex-NFL superstar-turned-talent scout, – who saw potential in the young man’s football skills that few others imagined – and through his own passion to succeed at everything in life, Chaplain wound up on UCLA’s vast, formidable college football team, proving his worth against some of the best and brightest young football prodigies from all over the United States. It was there, when he was just 23-years-old, that Rick met and fell in love with 21-year-old Ashley Collins, a gorgeous, buxom blonde cheerleader with an I.Q. of 190 and a body to die for. She had a sexy, voluptuous physique with a nice round, meaty ass and a real big, firm pair of 34D-cup hooters.
It wasn’t much intentional that he fell in love: Rick knew it was fated to be, and he thanked God every single day for having Ashley in his life. She was beautiful, kind, generous, sincere, and loved to laugh. She made Rick smile just by being with him, and every time she wasn’t by his side made his heart ache with longing. Their sex life together was the best Rick had ever know…full of passion and tenderness, fire and ice, a perfect blending of extremes that he could never in all his years that he lived imagine tiring of.
They had been dating quite seriously for the past 3 years now. In the summer of the third year of their relationship, Ashley invited her boyfriend Rick to join her on a little yacht excursion to the Caribbean, which was a gift from her and her two sisters to their parents for their twentieth wedding anniversary, and he had readily accepted the invitation. He was now 26-years-old, and she herself was 24. He was a rookie for the Dallas Cowboys NFL team, and she was a student teacher at one of the local high schools.
The fifty-foot catamaran must have cost a small fortune to rent out for an entire week, but then Ashley’s father, Andrew ‘Andy’ Collins, was an extremely rich man, making his fortune by investing in some sort of oil scheme quite a few years back. Andrew was 55-years-old, and formerly a U.S. Navy SEAL, Ashley told her lover Rick. The guy was a nice enough fellow, or so Rick found, but there was an underlying tension between them… Rick believed it was because Andrew suspected he was ‘putting it’ to his middle daughter, Ashley.
His wife, Billie, was actually Ashley’s stepmother, but they got along like Mom and daughter. Ashley hadn’t known her birth mother; she had died when she was only a baby in a tragic skiing accident, so Billie was the only Mom she had ever truly known.
Billie was actually the mother of Andy’s youngest child, Ashley’s half-sister Constance. Billie looked young enough that Rick had logically thought she was one of Andrew’s daughters the first time they’d met, not his second wife, but she was in fact 38-years-old. She was a lot better looking than Rick could believe, and he found himself becoming bewitched with her physical splendour every time he was in her presence.
She and her daughter Connie looked much more like sisters than a mother and daughter. They both had dark tans and golden-blonde hair, and wear their hair in the same short, pixie style. Connie was slightly taller. Her mother was a lot fuller in the chest and hips, and of course looked older in the face. Billie had a full, luscious pair of 36DD-cup breasts, which Rick found so alluring and very hard to resist, despite the fact that he loved Ashley with all his heart.
Connie was just 18-years-old, and had a tall, lithe body full of femininity and sensuous delights. Rick found himself drawn to Connie as well as her mother because she was so young and tender, so innocent, so gorgeous in her naivety. Perhaps it was the fact that she was so young, and so inexperienced with the ways of the world, that Rick felt an overwhelming urge to be there for her, to protect her and guide her, just like his girlfriend Ashley did.
She had a firm, taut ass, and long, sleek legs that were toned from daily runs and exercise at gyms. Connie had smallish, cone-shaped 36B-cup tits, but these only seemed to lend to the rest of her youthful, feminine sensuality, which Rick found helplessly erotic. She was the only Collins woman without a date for the cruise, but she seemed to have attached herself almost desperately to Ash and Rick.
Then, there was the eldest daughter, Kimberley, who was 27-years-old. When measuring the Collins women on their physical beauty, Kim Collins would win hands-down every single time (though Billie was definitely very close behind her eldest stepdaughter when it came to looks). She was a tall, gorgeous Amazon warrior-woman, one of the most erotic and intimidating women Rick had ever encountered in all his years. She had a voluptuous figure which she liked to flaunt at every opportunity, wearing the skimpiest of bathing suits and at times flashing her ample 38C-cup bosoms or moist, wet gash when the chance arose, which never failed to bring a smile to Rick’s face or get his meat-stick all hard and aching.
Kim and Ash’s mother had been half-Cherokee Indian, so they both had that genetic trait coursing through their veins – with Ashley, it was not all that evident, as she had inherited much of her looks from her father’s family, but with Kimberley it was quite apparent. She was very much her mother’s daughter, and had the silky-smooth skin and the darkened complexion of the Native-American Cherokee. She also had her half-sister Connie’s obsession with exercise, as she always had to run and do push-ups every morning before the sun rose up too high in the east. With long, billowing jet-black hair, piercing emerald-green eyes, and an achingly sweet, feminine face, Kimberley was the best of both her parents, and seemed to be the living continuation, as it were, of her and Ashley’s mother, who had died all those years ago.
She and her husband, Keith Stevens, were not getting along all that well as of late for some reason which neither party wished to share with the rest of the company. Rick could smell some serious marital problems in the air, and wondered to himself why they would even come of the holiday with everyone else if there were some serious problems between them. Keith at least should have stayed back on shore, so at least the entire Collins family could be together at this special time and have some fun. But their issues were now affecting the entire group, and there was little anyone else could really do to rectify the situation.
