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LOVE BOAT: Cum Aboard
By Uncle Mike
Section B:
Doctor Adam Bricker was the ladies' man of the boat. He
always seemed to be romancing several passengers at once,
and he certainly had the stereotypical "girl in every port."
Vicki smiled to herself as she realized that she now fully
understood the joke some of the crew used about him -- that
Doc was so smooth he actually had a port in every girl.
As usual, Doc was dressed in a crisp white uniform. He
leaning back in a chair behind his desk as she walked in.
It was very unusual for Vicki to visit the doctor's office,
and Doc quickly became serious and grilled her: Headache?
Throat? Stomach? No, no, no, she answered, but she couldn't
get another word in. He continued to toss questions at her as
he came around the desk and put a hand to her forehead, then
picked up his stethoscope from the desk and inserted the
plugs in his ears.
Seizing the moment, Vicki grabbed the business end of the
stethoscope and held it up to her mouth. "I'm fine," she said --
not really a shout, but loud enough with the stethoscope's
amplification to set Doc's ears ringing. At least it got his
attention.
As he sat back on the edge of the desk and shook his head
from side to side, Vicki quickly went on. "I'm fine, Doc, really
I am. I just need some help. With a woman thing." She smiled
shyly. "Could we talk about this in the examining room?"
Doc's forehead furrowed, but he followed her into the next
room and closed the door behind them. By the time he turned
around, Vicki had shucked off her clothes and was on the
examining table, her feet in the stirrups.
"I think I could use a little checkup," she said. At first she
wasn't sure if her words had penetrated. Doc was standing
stock still, staring at her open vagina.
Vicki had another doctor on shore, and while she'd gone to
Doc for minor cuts and such, she'd never had a physical from
him. Her cheeks dimpled in a smile as she noticed that he was
even blushing slightly.
It took several seconds, but finally he moved forward and
began the examination. A short, sharp exclamation made it
clear when he discovered her newly non-virginal state.
Vicki had been afraid he'd make a scene then, or even
threaten to tell her dad. But Doc must have realized
something like this was up when she got on the table, and he
continued his examination carefully. When it was all over, he
told her she could put her clothes back on, and he went over
to one corner of the room and sat on a stool near a long shelf
that served as a desk.
Vicki slipped on her blouse, but she'd been careful to
choose one that buttoned all the way up the front and she
didn't button a single button. It hung open, exposing the sides
of her pert breasts, as she slipped her short skirt up. She sat
up on the table facing the doctor. As they talked, she slowly
spread her legs. She hadn't put her panties back on, instead
twirling them casually on one finger.
Carefully looking down at his clipboard, Doc told her she
was fine, no sign of any disease. Did she think she might be
pregnant?
Vicki giggled and said she didn't think so.
"It can happen from just one -- um, just once," Doc
stammered. He kept his face down, but Vicki could see his
ears grow bright red. "That is ..."
"Well, actually, it was twice," Vicki said. Doc looked up at
her, his eyebrows rising, and then quickly looked down again.
Vicki went on. "But that's sort of why I'm here, Doc. I thought
maybe it was time I went on the Pill. What do you think?"
"Well --" Doc cleared his throat. "If you plan to be sexually
active, then, yes, I suppose -- don't you think you should be
talking to your father about this, first? I mean --" he lifted
his head to look at her again and found himself staring right
down her skirt. His head darted from side to side, carefully
avoiding her. "I mean, you don't have to, you know, I'll
prescribe it for you anyway, but I think that something like
this..."
"I think I'm ready," Vicki said as she slid off the table and
began to walk toward the doctor. "And I do plan to be sexually
active."
At the last word, she reached out and cupped a hand on
Doc's crotch. His cock was thick and hard; she could feel it
pressing against the light material of his slacks.
He pulled back and slid off the stool away from her. His
hands felt behind him for the wall as he stepped back and
began to circle the room while Vicki stalked him.
"Now, Vicki, I'm a doctor," he said, waving a finger at her.
"Mmmm, I know," she cooed. "So why don't you play doctor
with me, doctor?" Vicki let her blouse fall to the floor. Try as
he might, Doc couldn't stop staring at her breasts -- small,
but firm, perfectly shaped, the nipples sticking straight out.
They swayed slightly as she advanced on him.
Still Doc kept backing away. "I'm too old for you," he tried,
halfheartedly.
Vicki undid the last two buttons on the side of her skirt
and it fell away, exposing the small tuft of hair and the pink,
tender tissue of her slit.
"I think I've always wanted you," she said, "from the very
first. The handsome doctor, so suave. Every woman wants you,
you know it. And I'm a woman now. Don't you think?"
Doc gulped as he backed himself into a corner. He tried to
speak but his mouth was too dry. While he only watched, Vicki
knelt before him.
"I think someone wants to come out and play," she said,
unzipping his trousers and undoing the belt. She slid down the
slacks and his bikini briefs, freeing his long cock.
"Vicki," he said at last, swallowing hard. "I don't think we
should be doing this."
"I do," she said, as she lowered her mouth over his cock.
Using what Isaac had taught her, Vicki began to suck Doc's
rod, cradling his balls, licking the shaft. Doc's breathing grew
louder and more labored as the young girl expertly deep
throated him. He was a little smaller than Isaac, enough for
her to take him almost all the way. Doc groaned as the tip of
his cock pressed against the back of Vicki's throat while her
lips pressed into his shaft.
Without even realizing it, he had brought his hands to the
sides of her head and he began to urge her on, pressing her
onto him as he bucked back at her. He seemed shocked by his
own actions as he looked down, but the pleasures of her blow
job broke down his last defenses.
"That's it," he said at last. "That's it, suck it, Vicki. Take
it all in. God, where did you learn that? Oh, my God, that's
great!"
It wasn't long before he felt cum begin to boil up. "Not
yet," he moaned, and he pushed her away. Vicki rose and
pressed her sweaty body to his as he tore off his shirt. They
locked in a long, deep kiss, Doc's hands hungrily roaming her
lithe body.
Still embracing, they made their way back to the
examining table. Doc helped her onto it and fiddled with the
controls, bringing it down until the top was at the level of
his crotch.
Then he pulled Vicki toward him, grabbing her thighs and
spreading her wide. The tip of his cock teased her cunt lips,
sliding up and down while she bucked eagerly up at him.
Finally he eased it into her, but stopped just as the widest
part of the helmet slipped past her slick labia. Vicki was
writhing and groaning on the table, begging him to go in
deeper. He did, but only for a second, then slid his cock out
again and once more teased at the entrance to her tunnel.
For almost an hour he tantalized and exhilarated her,
alternating between slow, lingering strokes and hard, savage
pounding, pulling almost out or holding himself deep within
her. Again and again his technique drove her into thrashing,
wild orgasms. Doc himself came in her, but instead of pulling
out he held his shrinking cock inside her hot, throbbing cunt
and soon she could feel it grow again.
"I bet your first fuck wasn't like this, was it?" he
growled, lost in passion.
"No," she said, "no, oh, God, no! Harder! Harder! Keep it
going, please!"
"I'll keep it going," Doc whispered, leaning over her as his
hands mauled her young tits. "I'm going to give you the best
fuck you'll ever have. I'm going to fill that tender cunt of
yours with more cum than it can hold. I'll teach you to let
someone else get your cherry!"
It was hard to tell if he was serious or just talking dirty,
but Vicki didn't care. Her legs were wrapped around Doc's
waist, but she wasn't sure what was keeping them there; she
couldn't feel anything but the incredible sensations of her
cunt and a blazing heat that seemed to pulse through her soul.
When she was beginning to feel she could take no more,
she suddenly sensed Doc's cock growing even larger within
her, straining the tight walls of her cunt. All at once a blast
of hot cum surged into her, launching her own orgasm. It
seemed that every muscle tightened and then sprung loose,
over and over, over and over.
When it was done, Doc became all business again. He
slipped back into his clothes -- now rumpled and wrinkled --
and wrote out a prescription for the Pill, giving her a first
month's supply from the oval cases he kept on board. "Now,
these won't really protect you from -- you know -- until
you've been taking them a couple of months," he said quickly.
"You'll have to be careful." Doc couldn't look her in the eye
while he said it.
The examining room was steamy and musky from their
lovemaking. Vicki breathed deeply before she left, trotting
off to shower and change before dinner.
=== === === ===
They say that on a ship there are no secrets, and Vicki
wondered if that was really true. It seemed that all the men
of the crew -- except her father, of course -- were looking at
her differently as she went about her business the next
several days.
Isaac and Doc were gentlemen, she reassured herself;
surely they wouldn't tell -- but then she'd turn around
suddenly and see a mechanic eying her, licking his lips.
To tell the truth, she enjoyed the attention. It wasn't long
before she began to feel a hunger inside.
But Doc had said she might get pregnant if she did it so
soon, and they hadn't talked about things like condoms in her
school, so she determined to avoid sex until she was safe.
That made things tough -- for example, she found it hard to
explain things to Isaac, so she just tried to avoid him, and he
grew cold toward her. Still, she told herself, she could patch
things up when she was ready.
Then, one night, on her way to her cabin, she met Gopher,
the steward, coming the other way. It was a tight squeeze in
the narrow corridors, so that two people had to turn sideways
to pass each other. It wasn't all that tight a squeeze, but as
Gopher backed past her she turned toward the wall and
pressed her ass against him. To her delight, she felt a hard
cock pressing back against her. Vicki wiggled her teen-aged
butt.
Gopher certainly wasn't her idea of a matinee idol, short
and boyish, but she thought it was safe to get a little fun as
they passed. Gopher had heard the rumors, though, and it was
apparent he had other ideas.
Quickly he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to
him. His hands rubbed against her tits, loosely confined by her
blouse -- she'd stopped wearing her bra -- as his cock dug
into the furrow of her ass. His tongue sizzled along her neck.
Locked together, he forced her to her cabin and slipped
inside. Pressing her down onto the bed, he ripped off her skirt
as his other hand fumbled at his trousers.
When they were off he tore off Vicki's blouse and lay down
atop her. His stiff cock rode up and down her butt crack.
"No!" Vicki begged. "Please, I don't want to have a baby!
Please, Gopher, no!" She twisted beneath him but Gopher
pinned her to the bed. When the head of his cock brushed
against her pussy lips she was jolted into even more violent
movements and the steward was almost tossed aside.
"OK, you win," he said at last, and Vicki relaxed. But he
didn't get off her. Instead he inserted a finger, and then two,
into her wet cunt. He wedged his hand beneath her and finger-
fucked her to her usual thrashing orgasm.
"Now it's my turn," Gopher said. Before Vicki could figure
out what he was talking about, Gopher pulled out his fingers,
wet with her juices, and lubricated his cock. Then he slowly
slipped a slick finger into her anus.
Vicki's eyes grew wide but her protests were muffled by
the pillow her face was buried in. She tried to rise up on her
hands but Gopher pressed her down and brought the tip of his
cock to her asshole. "You're gonna love this," he said roughly
as he pushed in, slowly. Vicki could only murmur in shock as
her hole spread apart under the pressure until he was in, and
then going deeper.
Soon she was used to the sensation and began to move in
synch with Gopher's frantic plunging. It wasn't long before
she heard his breathing grow short, and then, "I'm gonna
cummmmmmmm!" he shouted as he shot his wad into her.
=== === === ===
After Gopher got her, Vicki was extra careful to avoid the men
on board, spending most of her time hanging around with Julie, the
cruise director. Every few weeks, however, she would check in with a
doctor -- an on-shore doctor, of course -- and eventually she was
told the Pill should be working fully.
But, to her dismay, by that time Isaac had given up on her
and found other interests -- specifically, one of the women in
the calypso band. Vicki was crushed, even more so when she
found that Doc had lost interest even more quickly.
Julie was still eager to pal around with her, but Vicki
wanted something Julie couldn't give her. Instead of even
doing her regular work, Vicki spent her time moping in her
cabin, until her Dad called her into his office for a stern talk.
He was, of course, dressed perfectly. His creases might
not be as sharp as Doc's, but the Captain was still very proud
of his uniform, mindful of all the years he'd worked to earn it.
Vicki, on the other hand, had stopped paying much
attention to her clothes. When the summons came, she'd just
thrown an old T-shirt on and slipped into the closest pair of
shorts. The shirt was about a size too small for her growing
breasts, and they were outlined clearly through the thin
material. And the shorts were ragged and torn, and rode up so
high they were almost like a pair of bikini bottoms.
Topping it off -- or, rather, bottoming it -- Vicki hadn't
been able to find the mates to either the one brown sandal
she unearthed from her bed covers or the blue sneaker she
found in the hamper. Instead, she teetered into Captain
Stubing's office in a pair of white high heels she'd discovered
in the bottom of her closet.
At first, the captain was unforgiving, berating the young
girl for slacking off, forcing other people to take over her
duties. But the sight of tears glistening on her cheeks
softened his heart.
"What -- what is it, Vicki? What's wrong? Why have you
been so down?" As he spoke, the captain came out from behind
the desk and put her head on his shoulder.
"I -- I..." Vicki sniffed into his sleeve. "Nobody wants me.
Nobody loves me. I'm just going to be an old maid!" She held
onto her father as sobs wracked her body.
"Vicki, don't be silly." The captain was clearly unused to
dealing with sobbing crew members, especially young ones
with firm, lush bodies. He awkwardly patted Vicki's back,
then held her stiffly. "You're a beautiful young girl. I don't
know what's happened to upset you so much, but I'm sure it
will all blow over. These things always do. You'll find
someone soon and forget you ever felt so bad."
Vicki sniffed and looked up. "Do you -- do you really think
so?"
"I'm sure of it," her father said, begin to smile now that it
looked like he'd actually made her feel better. "I'm sure of it.
And remember, no matter what anyone else thinks, I'll always
love you. You'll always have me."
With that, he bent down and kissed her forehead. Vicki
squealed and threw her hands around his neck, giving him a
kiss square on the lips. Then she pressed her tongue between
her father's lips.
The captain jumped back, barking his shin on the desk.
"Vicki, what -- what -- no!" He was wide-eyed.
"Oh, but, Dad, you said," Vicki explained as she moved
toward him. Backed up against the desk, he had nowhere to
run.
"I said? I said what?"
"That you love me. You'll always love me. I love you too,
Dad. I always have, from the very first. Please, let me show
you how much!"
Again she threw her arms around him and kissed him
soundly. He tried to get away and ended up lying flat on the
desk, his daughter's body pressed against his.
With a desperate twist, he spun out from underneath,
tumbling to the floor on one side of the desk as Vicki fell off
on the other side.
After assuring himself that she was all right, the captain
retreated to an overstuffed chair against the wall.
Vicki shook herself and got to her feet. She took a few
cautious steps toward him.
"What's wrong, Dad?"
He could hear the hurt in her voice. Patiently, he explained
it to her. "I love you, Vicki, really I do. But like a father.
That's not the same as the -- the other kind of love.
"And even if it were, Vicki, don't you know you don't have
to give yourself to a man just to show that you love him?"
As he spoke, Vicki's faced hung lower and lower. She
scrunched up her mouth and looked at her father from underneath
hooded eyebrows. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's just -- just --
oh, I don't know. I'm sorry, Dad."
Again she burst into tears. The captain motioned her
forward and she sat on the arm of the chair; he took her in his
arms, a fatherly embrace. "There, there," he said, rubbing her
back. "Don't worry about it. You're young, you didn't know what
you were doing. We'll just forget this ever happened."
Absentmindedly he continued caressing her back. The too-
small T-shirt rode up and his hand began to roam over her
skin. It slid down, under the top of her shorts and onto her
round buttocks.
The room was quiet.
While one of the captain's hands rubbed Vicki's back, the
other slipped around her side and made contact with her
breast. A low moan escaped the young girl's lips.
Slowly she slipped off the arm of the chair and onto her
father's lap. Their mouths met in a hot, wet kiss, their
tongues touching.
Vicki broke the kiss. "But," she whispered, "you said we
shouldn't. We couldn't!" Even as she spoke, her fingers were
unbuttoning his shirt.
"We -- we will," he answered huskily, pushing the T-shirt
up and exposing her tender breasts.
Vicki straddled him in the chair. A dark, wet spot was
forming on the front of her shorts as she wiggled her ass on
her father's lap. His cock tented in his slacks, straining hard
against the material.
Soon his shirt was off and Vicki had tossed aside her top.
She rubbed her erect nipples on her father's hairy chest. His
hands hungrily grabbed at her ass as they kissed and licked
each other.
"I love you, Vicki," the captain told his daughter. "And, yes,
I'm going to show you how much!"
"Show me, Daddy," she begged him. "Fuck me! Fuck my tight
little pussy like a father should!"
They had tumbled to the floor, both struggling out of the
rest of their clothes. Captain Stubing crawled forward,
pointing his hard cock at the entrance to his daughter's hot,
wet cunt. Vicki reached up and pulled him down onto her as
the rod slipped easily into her and drove deep into her tunnel.
"Yes, I'll fuck you, Vicki!" The captain shouted his love as
he plunged his cock into her young cunt again and again while
the girl bucked back up at him.
"Do it, Daddy! Fuck me harder! Slam it into me! I want it
all, I want it all!"
As the captain continued to pound away, Vicki lifted her
legs to bring him in further, then brought her feet down on his
ass, pressing down to urge him in deeper and deeper.
Juices poured out of her cunt as she writhed. Suddenly her
body stiffened underneath him and she was off into a
screeching orgasm. "Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Oh
Goddddd that good! Daddy, daddy, daddy YESSSSSS!"
Even as she was recovering the captain continued to
plunge his cock into her tender pussy. The strain of
supporting himself on his elbows on the hard floor made him
slip a bit, and he winced as he hit his funny bone.
Vicki eased him up and led him back to the easy chair,
sitting him down and then squatting above him.
She reached down and held his cock straight up as she
slowly lowered herself, impaling her cunt on his stiff rod.
Now she took over, controlling the tempo as she mashed
herself onto her father's cock.
On and on they went until at last Captain Stubing began to
mumble. "I'm gonna -- this is it -- I'm gonna --
AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Wads of cum blasted out of his cock and
shot into his daughter's cunt, pulsing through his dick in wave
after wave.
"You really love me, don't you," Vicki purred as she lay
curled up next to him afterward in the slippery wet chair.
"Yes, I do, my darling daughter," he said.
"Mmmm, that's wonderful," she said, drifting off to sleep.
"This really is the Love Boat, after all."
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LOVE BOAT: Cum Aboard
By Uncle Mike
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