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LOVE BOAT: Cum Aboard
By Uncle Mike
Section A:
"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.
=====================
LOVE BOAT: Cum Aboard
By Uncle Mike
Section A
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