There's nothing funny about a boner. Most of the time. The exception to this rule is
England's king of gonzo reality porn, Ben Dover. Tag along behind the viewfinder of Ben's
camcorder as he invades SCORE magazine's world-famous Boob Cruise in the Caribbean. As
seen on television, the Boob Cruise is packed with SCORE models ready to undress on
command. Miami magazine once called it "Spring Break for Adults." Ben can't wait to molest
and grope these super-busty sexbombs. At sea and on land, Dover encounters an eye-popping
shipload of mermaids with the biggest tits in the universe.
Ben Dover Does the Boob Cruise is two movies in one. We get to see the
Boob Cruise form a gonzo reality porn shot by Ben Dover and a more
commercially viable movie produced by The SCORE Group award staff
videographers.
Boob Cruise '97 ยป
As SCORE publisher and Baron of Boobs John Fox wrote in his
introduction to the third Boob Cruise magazine: "The third Boob Cruise
had it all. The intimacy many of our readers loved about the first
sailing, that delightful sexual tension that characterized the
second...But there was more this time. That extra ingredient we'd been
searching for." And that extra ingredient for many was the selection
of bikini-flinging babes who weaved their nipple magic upon every male
on the ship. The quiet allure of Heather, Katie, Erica and Vanessa.
The sex appeal of Linsey Dawn McKenzie, Chloe and Vanessa. The
boldness of Barocca and Brittany. The otherworldly fantasy breasts of
Minka, Busty Dusty, Angelique, Casey James, Traci Topps, SaRenna and
Fantasia. It was really all a dream anyway. How could such a voyage
exist in reality?
With over 100 Cruise dudes, 21 models and two dozen SCORE staff
members, the activities were well organized and ran smoothly. A spring
sailing blesses the cruise with fantastic weather. The decision to
avoid the hurricane season of late summer and early fall was a good
one. There was never any downtime that week, not with photoshoots,
afternoon beach blasts, late night striptease shows and games, disco
boogie booze parties and calypso shindigs, scuba dives, rum, rum, rum
and hearty breakfasts, lunches, buffets and dinners. Sleep? Sleep was
for sissies. Sexy, naked or bikini-cald babes with massive melons were
everywhere: on deck, down below, aft, the masts, on the bow, at the
stern. The compass pointed north all day and all night, if you get our
drift.
