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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== 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." ===================== LOVE BOAT: Cum Aboard By Uncle Mike -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----