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Subject: REPOST Mike23 Love Boat 



LOVE BOAT: Cum Aboard

By Uncle Mike


     "Hey, no minors behind the bar," Isaac said. His dark face 
was stern, but Vicki could hear the teasing in his voice.

     "It's OK, " she said, smiling up at him. "Dad ... I mean, 
Captain Stubing, said I could clean up back here. Actually, he 
ordered me to." She giggled as she backed away from the bar's 
overhang and stood up. "I wanted some spending money for 
when we reach the island, and he said I had to earn it."

     Isaac smiled broadly. "Well, then, get to it, girl," he said, 
and walked back to the far end.

     With a grimace, Vicki squatted down again and crawled 
under the bar, pushing her dust rag into the nooks and 
crevices.

     She was concentrating on getting all the way into the 
tight corners of the narrow shelves, so she wasn't aware at 
first of the three girls who had climbed up on the high stools 
at that end of the gleaming wooden bar. It was only when one 
of them spoke Vicki's name that she lifted her head in 
surprise -- only to bang it on the bottom of the bar's top. She 
sank down, rubbing her head. 

     The girls must not have heard the thump over the clanging 
and banging of the calypso band nearby. They kept chatting, 
talking loud enough to be heard over the music even down 
where Vicki was.

     "I know, she's just soooo dumb, isn't she? Like, really, who 
does she think she is? Walking around in that stoooopid 
uniform half the time? Like, I'm sure, she's, like, driving the 
boat, right?"

     The shrill, whiny voice set Vicki's teeth on edge.  As she 
struggled to decide between getting up to confront the girls 
or staying quiet to hear it all, another one chimed in.

     "Like, for sure. And did you see what she was wearing 
yesterday? Like, gag me with a spoon! A one-piece! Like, 
nobody wears one-pieces except old ladies and fatties. 
Grosssss!"

     Under the bar, Vicki looked down at herself. She had on a 
loose-fitting pullover and a pair of shorts, both in a riotous 
pastel pattern. She poked at her stomach. Maybe it wasn't as 
flat as some, but she was a long way from the plump kid she 
was when she first got on the boat three years ago -- or was 
it four now? Her musings were interrupted by more chatter 
from above.

     "Like, you are soooo right! Can you buh-lieve she ac-
chually tried to TALK to us? To US?" All three girls burst into 
laughter. "Like, we're going to waste our time talking to some 
fat baby who probably hasn't even done it, like, once? Like, 
come ON! She probably couldn't even get a guy to kiss her!"

     "Like, yeah!," said another girl. "Like, she'd go, 'Oh, I love 
you, let's do it,' right? And he'd go, like, 'Grody to the max, 
babe!' "

     With another burst of laughter, the girls finally got 
Isaac's attention, and he strode down to their end of the bar 
and poured a round of Diet Cokes.

     As they left, he heard a snuffling sound from underneath 
the bar. He bent down and saw Vicki, sitting on the floor with 
her knees tucked up to her chin. 

     "Hey, what's wrong, girl?" He reached out a hand and 
helped her to her feet.

     "Nothing," she said, gulping back a sob. Turning her back, 
she slipped through the doorway to the corridor. Isaac looked 
after her, puzzled. "What about the cleaning?" he called out.

     "I'll finish it later," she shouted back to him as she 
scurried away.

     It was much later, just after the bar closed for the night, 
that Vicki slipped back in. She was embarrassed about what 
had happened earlier, so she said nothing to Isaac, who had 
his back to her as he polished glasses and set them on the bar 
top. When a couple of wine glasses tinked together as she 
moved them aside to dust, however, he turned around.

     "Vicki! I didn't hear you come in. How are you feeling?"

     She mumbled a reply and kept on with her dusting, but 
Isaac had been a bartender too long to give up so easily. With 
gentle questions and subtle proddings, he worked her around 
into one of the bar stools and soon she was pouring out her 
heartache.

     As Isaac knew, Vicki had first come aboard as a pudgy 12-
year-old, happy and giggly but more of an ornament than a 
real part of the crew.

     In time, she had become a cherished member of the boat's 
family, not just because she was the captain's daughter, but 
more because she had been a friend to so many others. And 
she had grown into young womanhood, losing her baby fat and 
blossoming into a comely maiden.

     But, her sobs made clear, inside that shapely body 
remained the heart of a fat girl, forcing cheerfulness but 
always desperately afraid that people would stop liking her.

     Probably spending so much time among the perfect bodies 
on display on a cruise ship hadn't helped, Isaac suggested. 
"You're a beautiful young girl," he told her, "really you are. OK, 
you're not as thin as some of these kids hanging around the 
pool, but so what? You look great just the way you are!"

     Vicki blinked back a few tears as she looked across the 
bar at him. "Sure, you say so. But you're my friend. You have to 
say that. Just look at the way all the boys hang around all 
those girls at the pool. They don't hang around me that way."

     "Maybe they're just too dumb to appreciate you," Isaac 
said, taking hold of her hands to grab her attention. "They're 
kids! At this age, all boys know is what they see on TV and in 
the movies. Give them a couple of years until they outgrow  
it. Then you'll see. It takes a mature man to appreciate what 
you have to offer."

     Vicki laughed bitterly. "By the time they appreciate me, 
I'll be too old to care! Isaac, I haven't even had more than a 
few kisses, and most of those were just pecks. Every other 
girl my age who comes on this boat has had romances and, 
well (she ducked her head down) -- well, they've been around." 
She looked up suddenly, blushing deeply when she found 
herself staring directly into his eyes. "I mean -- I mean -- oh, 
Isaac, don't you understand? I'm a virgin and they all know it. 
I can feel their eyes when I walk by. They can see it, I just 
know it! And they laugh at me." Pulling her hands free, Vicki 
dropped her head to the bar top and sobbed uncontrollably.

     Isaac came out from behind the bar and, taking hold of 
Vicki's shoulders, led her over to one of the bar's couches. He 
sat down beside her and rested her head on his broad 
shoulder, patting her back as her sobs slowly diminished.

     Finally she got back her control and pulled back. The vinyl 
upholstery crackled slightly as she squirmed her way into the 
corner of the couch.

     Isaac reached out a hand and tenderly raised her chin, 
bringing their eyes together.

     "It's really important to you, isn't it?" 

     Vicki blinked in uncertainty, but then her lips slowly 
parted. "You mean -- yes, yes it is." She ducked her head and 
seemed to be on the verge of tears again.

     "Well, if it's that important, then as your friend there's 
only one thing I can do," he said. Vicki raised her head and her 
mouth fell open in shock.

     Isaac was unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his smooth, 
brown chest. He tossed the shirt aside and reached out to the 
young girl, who was paralyzed. Smoothly he undid the few 
buttons below her collar and pulled the shirt up. In a daze, 
Vicki lifted her arms and let him lift it free.

     Bending toward her, Isaac pressed his lips to hers. His 
curly mustache tickled her face, but soon she was paying 
more attention to the hot tongue pushing its way between her 
lips. He pushed her back on the couch and she trembled as she 
felt his chest make contact with hers.

     At last he broke the kiss. "Oh, Isaac," Vicki whispered.

     He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Hush, girl. If 
we're doing anything you don't want, you just tell me. But if 
not, you just lay back and enjoy. I'll show you how much a real 
man appreciates a woman like you."

     Vicki closed her mouth and lay back. Deftly, Isaac 
unhooked her bra and drew it away, exposing her small, firm 
breasts, capped by nipples quickly growing firmer.  He drew 
first one, then the other into his mouth, nibbling and licking 
at them. Vicki began to writhe in delight.

     Then Isaac moved lower, slipping her shorts and panties 
off and tossing them aside. Gently spreading her legs, he 
began to lick his way up her thighs. When at last his tongue 
reached her cunt, her tunnel was already hot and wet with her 
secretions. She let out a long, deep sigh as he spread her open 
with his hands and slid his tongue into her.

     His attentions quickly had her gasping and bucking, but she 
knew she wanted more. Grabbing his shoulders, Vicki pulled 
Isaac up to her and kissed him deeply.

     "I want you," she said, and her voice was deep and firm. "I 
want you, oh, God, I want you now!"

     Without another word, Isaac got to his knees and pulled 
down his shorts. A long, thick black cock sprung free. Vicki 
stared at it, fascinated, as Isaac yanked his shorts down the 
rest of the way and kicked them off.

     "Will you ... be gentle?" she said, as he moved forward and 
began to rub the head of what looked to her like an enormous 
dick against her pussy lips.

     "Always, girl, always," he said, and moved it in. Her lips 
parted easily, but still she gasped again as the thick rod 
spread her apart. A quick thrust broke her maidenhead easily, 
and soon she was eagerly meeting his every thrust with one 
of her own.

     Isaac propped himself on his strong arms as he plunged 
into her tunnel again and again. Vicki's young body twisted 
underneath him as she bucked her hips up, trying to take him 
in deeper and deeper on every thrust.

     "You're no virgin, now, girl," Isaac grunted as he pounded 
away.

     Vicki smiled,  almost a grimace as his cock sent shock 
waves through her. "I'm glad it was you," she said, looking him 
straight in the eye. "I've always watched you at the bar. You 
knew that, didn't you? Your hot, black body, so strong and 
smooth. I think I wanted you from the first.

     "And now I've got you!" She grabbed him and pulled his face 
to hers, plunging her tongue into his mouth in a lingering kiss. 
Her legs rose and it seemed that his cock buried even deeper 
into her.

     "And I want all of you," she said as they broke their kiss. "I 
want all of your cock in me! I want you to fuck me harder! 
Please! Please, fuck me!"

     The harsh words coming from Vicki's sweet mouth drove 
Isaac's passion higher and he began to slam into her. The 
couch was becoming slick with their sweat and juices and 
Vicki's body began to slide around under the pounding. At last 
Isaac pulled her up to him and sat back, his cock still plunged 
deep into her.

     His hands massaged her small breasts as she rose and fell 
above him, wiggling a bit on each downstroke when she saw 
that it pleased him.

     And then Isaac took hold of her around the waist and began 
to lift and lower her, faster and faster, until he bellowed out, 
"I'm coming, girl!"

     "Yes, Isaac," Vicki shouted back to him, her lips only 
inches from his contorted face. "Cum in me! Fill me up! I want 
all of you! Oh, fuck, I want it all!"

     Isaac's hot cum exploded out of him, jetting into her eager 
cunt and spilling out the sides.

     As his cock began to shrink, Vicki continued to ride him. 
"Not yet," she urged him, "not yet! Please, I want more!"

     Isaac lifted her off him as she protested. "I've got no 
more," he insisted, but Vicki eagerly grabbed for his cock, 
rubbing the slick rod desperately.

     Even as Isaac tried to push her away, his cock began to 
stiffen again -- not much, but enough to make Vicki smile up 
at him smugly. "See? I think you've still got some left in you!"

     Isaac sprawled back onto the couch, laughing. "OK, girl, 
maybe you're right," he said. "But you've got to help. Here, let 
me show you."

     He pulled her hands away from his cock, motioning her to 
bend over it instead.

     "Now purse your lips," he said, but Vicki opened her mouth 
wide instead.

     "You want me to put that in my mouth?" she said, her eyes 
opening wide.

     "I did it for you," he reminded her.

     Vicki nodded and bent down. Under Isaac's instructions, 
she pursed her lips. Holding his cock in both hands, she slowly 
sucked the tip into her mouth. As he led her through it, she 
licked and sucked and stroked. His cock began to thicken under 
her ministrations, until she couldn't take it all into her 
mouth.  Still she kept up a rhythm, her face bobbing up and 
down over Isaac's lap as her short brown hair formed a 
curtain around her busy mouth.

     Then Isaac pulled her off and had her kneel facing the end 
of the couch. He crawled up behind her and inserted his now-
stiff cock into her throbbing cunt again. Bending down, he 
began to massage her ripe breasts as his dick slid deep into 
her. Vicki's ass moved with him, forcing him into her to the 
hilt. The bristly patch of hair above his cock scraped against 
her butt cheeks as he drove his rod into her.

     This time they came in unison. Isaac groaned deeply as 
another stream of cum burst out. Vicki was quieter but her 
body arched and writhed for several minutes until she 
collapsed to the couch, Isaac dropping on top of her and then 
rolling to one side.

   ===   ===   ===   ===

     The next morning, Vicki slipped away from the chores her 
father had assigned and dropped in on Isaac at the bar. She 
caught his eye as she walked past the stools and sat down on 
a couch -- their couch. A strong odor rose; she quickly 
recognized it as the industrial-strength cleanser Isaac kept 
behind the bar. She smiled.

     It was a busy morning, so it was several minutes before 
Isaac could break away from the customers at the bar and 
come over to her. He had a worried look on his face.

     He bent down to talk to her, but Vicki spoke first, keeping 
to a whisper. Isaac had to keep his ear close to hear her over 
the band, and she playfully licked him. He jumped back, 
rubbing his ear and then quickly pulling his hand away and 
looking around quickly. No one else seemed to notice. He 
moved back, but kept a safe distance from Vicki's mouth.

     "I'm sorry," she whispered, frowning as she saw his long 
face. "I just couldn't help myself. Look, I ..."

     Isaac broke in, speaking quickly as he noticed one of the 
customers at the bar turn around and wave an empty glass at 
him. "I can't talk long. But I'm glad you came in. There's 
something I need to tell you. I ..."

     This time Vicki interrupted. "I know what it is. You want 
to tell me that it was a one-time thing and you don't want to 
have an affair with me. Hey, that's OK, Isaac. I understand." 
Even as she spoke, Isaac could see her blinking back a tear. 
Over his shoulder, he heard a shout from the bar.

     "OK, OK, I'm coming," he called, but turned back to Vicki. 
She was smiling mysteriously, and suddenly Isaac realized 
what he'd said. He smiled briefly, then set his face in a 
serious pose. "This is serious. We'll talk about that -- that 
other thing later. But I wanted to tell you to get down to the 
Doc. Now that you're, uh, experienced, he should be giving you 
something. You know."

     Vicki's eyes glistened. "The Pill?" Her voice cracked. 
"Isaac, does that mean ... ?"

     "Not now," he said. "We'll talk later. Sorry. Gotta go." 

     Vicki had to run off, too; she knew Captain Stubing would 
be coming around soon to see how she was doing. Her chores 
kept her occupied most of the day, but late in the afternoon 
she finished and made her way down to the doctor's office.



     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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