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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: Part TWO
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His eyes unfocused a moment as a memory tried to force its way
through his mind. There was a vague image of a naked Ginger on the
beach at the lagoon and him falling on top of her...
A splash brought his attention back to the waterfall, as Ginger
turned around under the flowing water.
He gulped as he got a clear view of her pink-nippled breasts, full
and smooth. The nipples looked like they were hard. Down below,
her red pubic hair flashed at him. He stroked his cock harder at
the sight.
She turned around again, her ass covered by the white water from the
waterfall again.
"Nnnnnnggghhhh!" He came, white semen spurting from the end of his
cock, landing on the leaves in front of him.
He clamped his hand over his mouth, hoping Ginger hadn't heard his
moan. He peeped out at the waterfall again. Ginger was out of the
water, her towel wrapped around her lovely body. He ducked down,
peeking between the leaves until he saw her walk away from the pool.
Then he tucked his penis back into his pants, and headed back toward
the compound.
......................................................................
The Professor looked over his bookshelf. He was trying to identify
a plant he had found in the jungle. He pulled down his botany book,
and flipped it open.
The book opened to the page with the yellow fruit Gilligan had found
last week. His eyes scanned the text again. Hmm... what was this
footnote?
He flipped to the reference page given, and read, growing more
interested.
......................................................................
Thurston Howell was hungover. He moaned, and sat up. "Lovey..."
He glanced around. His wife was not in the hut. He struggled up to
his feet and headed to the door. He staggered, his head pounding.
Halfway to the door, he turned around. "Hair of the dog..." he
mumbled, and staggered over to his liquor cabinet.
He uncorked a bottle and held it to the light. "Damned fruit
punch," he muttered, and tilted the bottle to his lips.
.....................................................................
Mary Ann opened the door to the outhouse and stepped out.
She checked herself to make sure she had zipped her shorts. She did
a little stretch to the left and right, and headed down the path for
her daily power walk.
.....................................................................
Captain Grumby sat on the beach by the lagoon, looking out to sea.
He sighed. "A seaman without a ship," he muttered, "is like a fish
without fins..." He stared out at the vast expanse of the ocean,
wishing and wanting. His eyelids began to get heavy, and he yawned
widely.
"I think I'll take a little nap," he thought, and tipped his cap
over his eyes. He lay back against a palm tree, and dozed off.
The faint sound of a motor awakened him.
He spotted a dot on the horizon, and it caught his attention. His
eyes were still sharp for unusual phenomena on the ocean.
The dot grew bigger. "My gosh," he thought, "it's a boat!"
He stood up. He waved his arms. He tried to shout, but his voice
was caught in his throat.
The small boat roared up into the lagoon, and spun around in a
hot-dogging circle.
Then it slid quietly up to the shore. The Skipper waded out to it.
At the wheel of the boat was a man in a crisp blazer. A banjo lay
nearby. He looked vaguely familiar to the Skipper, but he could not
quite place him.
The man at the wheel shut down the roaring engine.
"Thank heavens!" the Skipper gasped. "We're rescued!"
"I wouldn't count on that," the man said, gruffly. "Do you know who
I am?"
"You look a little familiar. You look a little like Dick Van Dyke."
"A little familiar," the man repeated, sarcastically. "Yeah."
He stood up and walked over to the side of the boat. "My name is
Jerry Van Dyke. Dick is my brother."
"Pleased to meet you. I'm the Captain of the Minnow..."
"I know all that. I was supposed to be Gilligan."
"What?"
"I turned down being Gilligan so that my mother could be a car," Van
Dyke grimaced. "Now nobody knows who I am."
The Skipper shook his head, puzzled. "We don't care who you are,
we're just happy to be rescued." The Captain smiled. "Let me go
get the others!"
"Never mind, I didn't come for that!" Van Dyke said, and sat back
behind the wheel of his boat. He turned the key and the engine
roared to life.
"Wait!"
But it was too late, the boat was backing away. The Skipper tried
to hold on, but he fell away, splashing on his face into the lagoon.
He stood up, dripping. The boat turned, and roared away, then
circled back.
"The only consolation is that at least I won't be on this island
forever. Maybe I can get a job as an assistant Coach somewhere."
The boat roared off again. The Skipper stared at the dot until it
disappeared over the horizon.
The Skipper waded back to shore, and sat under the palm tree,
exhausted and wet. He stared at the horizon where the boat had
disappeared.
He must have dozed off. He awoke, his clothing perfectly dry. Had
it just been a dream?
......................................................................
Mrs. Howell had found a section of the beach that none of the others
ever visited. Glancing around, she took off her clothes, lying
naked on the sand in the sunshine.
She sighed, remembering her college days and the halfback of the
football team. He had a penis the diameter of the wide end of a
baseball bat, and he had taken her in the woods behind the dorm ...
She frowned. What the hell had brought that memory to mind?
Her hands reached up to her breasts; her nipples were erect. She
stroked them a moment, then reached down to her crotch. She
fingered her clit, surprised at its sensitivity. Her labia were
wet.
She began to rub her clit, her fingers dipping into her cunt for
lubrication. "Mmmmmm," she moaned.
She stopped suddenly, sitting up. What was she doing? She looked
up and down the beach, suddenly embarrassed at herself. She stood
up and put her clothing back on.
Fully dressed again, she sat back down on the sand and looked out to
sea. Where was that halfback now?
She shook her head. Why these thoughts? Why now?
Thurston had been a good husband. He wasn't good in bed, but he did
have money. They had a son, before Thurston had become such a
drunk, and had lost much of his interest in sex.
She shook her head sadly, staring out at the ocean, and sighed.
.....................................................................
Ginger was back in her hut, deciding which of her clothing to wear.
She stood naked in front of her closet, moving the bamboo hangers
back and forth, looking at the limited wardrobe.
She decided on a little blue number that accented her long legs.
She slipped it on, not bothering with underwear. Who cared? Three
unattached men on the island, and no one bothered to look at her any
more... nobody but Gilligan, who peeped at her when she was taking
a shower.
She sat down on the cot. The dress was split up to the hip, and it
fell open, showing her bare thighs. She looked down at them,
wishing for a pair of pantyhose; all her hose had worn out years
ago.
She ran her fingers along the insides of her thighs, feeling the
soft skin. She really should exercise like Mary Ann, but it had
always seemed like too much work.
Her fingers touched her red pubic hair. She spread her legs a
little, her fingers finding the outer lips of her pussy. She turned
on the bed, and lay back, raising and separating her knees. The
dress fell aside. She reached down, stroking her clitoris. Her
outer lips opened, and some moisture dribbled down her slit.
She plunged a finger deep into her pussy, while with the other hand,
she kept pressure on her clit. "mmmmmmmmm," she moaned.
.....................................................................
The Professor put the book on the shelf. A strange little smile on
his face, he stepped to the door of his hut. He looked toward the
compound for Gilligan, but nobody seemed to be around.
He headed for the jungle path toward the sweetwater pool.
.....................................................................
Mary Ann stopped along the beach, puffing. She stretched and
twisted, working out some tight muscles.
She looked up and down the beach. Seeing no one, she stripped off
her blouse and shorts, and dashed into the surf. She swam out a
short distance, and rolled over on her back, letting the water bob
her up and down with the gentle waves.
......................................................................
"Gilligan, I've been looking for you," the Professor said.
Gilligan, startled, turned around to face the Professor. "What did
I do now?"
The Professor smiled. "Nothing, Gilligan. I just wanted to know
where you found those yellow fruits last week."
"Oh. Just over there," Gilligan pointed.
"Show me," the Professor smiled, "Please."
"Sure, Professor! This way."
Gilligan led the Professor down the path, over a small rise, and up
to the tree, where the leafy vine was.
"I picked most of 'em last week, though."
The Professor looked up the tree. "Looks like there are some up
there."
"Yeah," Gilligan grinned. "I couldn't reach them."
"Let me boost you up," the Professor said. "Try to pick some more."
Gilligan shrugged. "Okay."
The Professor leaned against the tree, and interlaced his fingers
together. Gilligan put his foot into the Professor's hands, and the
Professor lifted him, pushing Gilligan up the tree.
Gilligan quickly gathered the fruits he could now reach, tucking
them into his shirt.
"I got 'em all, Professor." Gilligan called.
The Professor lowered Gilligan back to the ground. Gilligan emptied
his shirt into a sailcloth napkin that the Professor held out for
him.
"What are you going to do with them?" Gilligan asked.
"Can you keep a secret?" the Professor asked. Then he smiled.
"Look who I'm asking!"
"Who, me? What kind of secret?"
"Tell me, Gilligan," the Professor said, putting an arm around
Gilligan's shoulder. "Have you ever thought about having sex with
Ginger or Mary Ann?"
.....................................................................
Mary Ann swam back to shore and lay on the sand, the sun baking down
on her bare skin. She closed her eyes, slipping away from the beach
in her mind, back to her home in the States, down on the farm.
A sudden shadow passed over her face, and her eyes snapped open.
Looking down at her was Ginger.
"A good thing one of the men wasn't the one to find you this way,"
Ginger smiled.
"I'm not sure about that," Mary Ann sighed. "I'd love to have a man
look at me as more than a friend."
Ginger sank down to the sand beside her. "I know what you mean.
Back in Hollywood, if I didn't have two or three men a week, I
thought I would go crazy. Here, it's been four years since..."
Mary Ann rolled over on her side to face Ginger. "Did you have some
strange dreams this week?"
"Dreams? Like what?"
"Well," her forehead crinkled. "I had a dream that I slept with the
Professor."
"Oh," Ginger smiled. "That kind of dream."
Mary Ann nodded.
"Yeah," Ginger nodded in assent. "I've had dreams like that this
week, too."
"With the Professor?"
Ginger laughed. "Believe it or not, my dreams featured Gilligan."
Mary Ann laughed. "So how was it? In your dreams, I mean."
"In my dreams, he's got a cock about this long," Ginger smiled,
holding her hands apart about a foot. "And he's gentle, and loving,
and I come over and over again."
Mary Ann grinned. "Same with my dreams, except it's the Professor."
She rolled over on her back again, and reached up to tweak her
nipples between her fingers. "The dreams are nice, but..."
"But they're just dreams. I know."
Ginger reached up and released the shoulder of her dress, and let it
drop down, revealing her pink-nippled breasts. She stroked her
nipples, letting her fingertips caress them, bringing them to
erection.
"Mary Ann," Ginger whispered, "do you trust me?"
Mary Ann opened her eyes and looked into Ginger's.. "Sure."
Ginger crawled around to Mary Ann's legs. She gently separated them
and moved between them. She caressed Mary Ann's thighs, sliding her
fingers down the outside, then up the inside, her thumbs just
touching Mary Ann's labia.
"Oh!" gasped Mary Ann. "What are you doing?"
"Trust me," Ginger whispered. She leaned forward, and kissed Mary
Ann's dark pubic hair, her tongue darting out to taste. She moved
farther down, her tongue brushing over her clit, to the taut lips
below.
"Oh gosh, Ginger..."
Mary Ann lifted her knees, and Ginger leaned in, pushing her tongue
between Mary Ann's labia, tasting her cunt juices.
"Mmmmmm," Mary Ann moaned, her eyes closed. "That feels so good."
Ginger moved up to caress Mary Ann's clit with her tongue, as she
moved her fingers up to the entrance to Mary Ann's pussy. She
spread her labia wide, revealing the pink interior. She licked and
sucked at Mary Ann's clit, as she pushed first one, then two fingers
into her love hole.
"Ginger...... ummmmmmmmm." Mary Ann lifted her head and looked
down at the redhead as she sucked at her crotch.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
......................................................................
Mrs. Howell walked back toward the compound. Thurston would be
getting up now, all hung over, and he'd need her help to get
dressed. He could never pick out his own clothing...
She passed behind the Professor's hut. The Professor was giving
Gilligan a lecture about something. She stopped a moment to listen.
......................................................................
"See, Gilligan, right here in the book. This is the fruit you
found." The Professor pointed at the page. "And this is a
reference to..." he flipped the pages. "...this page. Read this."
"Fruits of this genus..." Gilligan started.
"To yourself," the Professor said.
"Oh. Okay." Gilligan read the reference, his lips moving.
"What's an aphro... aphro..."
"Aphorodesiac. It's a sexual stimulant. Strange that this note
should even appear in this book, but the report is based on some
native folk medicine."
Outside, Mrs. Howell listened intently.
"Do you remember last week, when we ate the fruits in the pie? Do
you remember what happened after supper?"
"We all went to sleep."
"That's all we remember. See, right here. The fruit also has an
effect on memory. Short term memory is erased."
"So?" Gilligan looked puzzled.
"Don't you get it? We might have screwed ourselves silly last week,
and then forgot all about it."
"Nawwwww! If I had screwed anybody, especially Ginger, I'd remember
it."
"Not under the influence of this." He picked up one of the yellow
fruits. If everyone ate these, we would all be stimulated sexually,
we would screw our brains out, and then not remember it in the
morning."
Gilligan looked puzzled. "What's the point in doing it if you can't
remember it?"
"That's what I wanted the fruits for. I've got this plan. If I
slip some of the juice from these fruits into Ginger and Mary Ann's
drinks, they would get stimulated."
"Yeah!"
"We're already stimulated. We don't need the juice. We can have
our way with them, and then in the morning, they would have
forgotten..."
"But we'd remember!"
"Right!"
Gilligan and the Professor looked at each other conspiratorially.
Mrs. Howell smiled, and walked on toward her hut.
......................................................................
Thurston Howell was staggering around the hut in his underwear, his
liquor bottle clutched in one hand, his teddy bear in the other.
Lovey opened the door and stepped in. "Thurston, are you drinking
again?"
"Bit of the hair of the dog," slurred Mr. Howell. "Where've you
been?"
"I've been for a walk," Lovey said. She stepped over to the closet
and pulled out some clothing. "Here, put these on."
Thurston set down his bottle and struggled into his trousers and
shirt. He reached for the bottle again, but Lovey snatched it away
from him.
"No more this morning," she said, crossly. "Now get out there and
take in some sunlight. It'll be good for you."
"I take after Dracula," Howell muttered. "Sunlight is hazardous to
my health."
"Get out there, or...."
"I'm going, I'm going..." Howell staggered out the door.
Mrs. Howell put a cork in the bottle, and stashed it back in
Thurston's cabinet. She sat down at her dressing table, and looked
at herself in the mirror.
"Now. If the Professor and Gilligan were fooling around with Ginger
and Mary Ann, and Thurston was passed out like he always is, then
the only person who could have been with me was... the Captain."
She winked at herself in the mirror.
"I do remember how sore I was the next morning. The Captain must be
hung like my halfback." She turned in her chair, thinking aloud.
"I've got to get some of that fruit."
.....................................................................
Mary Ann was coming.
"Nnnnnnngggggghh!" she gasped, "Oooooooooohhhh!"
She shook her head from side to side, her fingers pinching her
nipples, her pelvis tilting forward and back against Ginger's
fingers, tongue and jaw.
Ginger sat back, lifting her head from Mary Ann's crotch, leaving
her fingers inside her pussy.
Mary Ann collapsed against the sand. Ginger crawled up beside her,
and lay her head on Mary Ann's breast. She kept her hand where it
was. Mary Ann squeezed her legs together, holding Ginger's hand in
place.
"Gosh, that was good," Mary Ann whispered. "Who needs men?"
"Men are good for some things, though."
"Yeah, somebody's got to open the pickle jars."
Ginger giggled. "On the other hand, there's nothing feels as good
as a hard cock..."
"Well, try this," Mary Ann said, pushing Ginger over onto her back.
She reached down and pushed Ginger's legs apart and slipped down
between them.
.....................................................................
The Skipper was collecting shellfish for supper. He was up to his
knees in the water, bending over, fumbling through the sandy bottom
for them.
Mrs. Howell had just strolled to the lagoon, and spotted him. She
stood, admiring the view of the Skipper's rear end, imagining that
she could see his sex organs hanging down under it.
"Yoo hoo, Captain!" Mrs. Howell called.
The Skipper straightened up, his hands full of shells. "Oh, hello,
Mrs. Howell."
"Do you need some help with that?"
The Skipper looked at her. "In all the years we've been here on
this island, this is the first time you've offered help."
As he said it, a sliver of a memory of one other time... no...
that must have been a dream.
Lovey smiled at him. "There's a first time for everything."
She rolled up her pant legs, and waded out into the lagoon toward
the Skipper. He moved toward her. When they reached each other,
the Skipper handed her the shells he had collected, and turned back
to get more.
She watched him bend over again, wanting to reach out and caress his
bottom. She turned, reluctantly taking her eyes from his ass, and
took the shells to shore.
......................................................................
The Professor held the flask to the light, swirling the clear juice.
"Very nice," he said, turning to Gilligan.
They had mashed the fruits, and strained the juice using an
improvised centrifuge. The fruits had produced a little over 30
cubic centimeters of juice.
"Why didn't you use all the fruit?" Gilligan asked, holding up the
three remaining yellow globes.
"Simple," the Professor smiled. "Seeds."
"Oh." Gilligan set the fruits back on the Professor's lab table.
"Oh! I get it. We can plant these and grow more."
The Professor nodded and smiled. "We're all ready for tonight."
.....................................................................
Ginger looked down her body at the dark-haired Mary Ann, who had her
face buried in Ginger's pussy.
"Oh gosh.... mmmmmmm," she moaned.
Mary Ann raised her eyes, looking up at Ginger, her lips fastened
around Ginger's clit, her fingers inside her pussy.
Ginger raised up on her elbows, and threw her head back. Her body
was shaking, and she rolled her pelvis against Mary Ann's mouth.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped, "Yes.... yes.... yesssss"
Her body seemed to explode, a rolling wave of orgasm sweeping over
her. She collapsed to the sand. Mary Ann crawled up her body,
kissing her way up Ginger's torso, pausing a moment at her breasts,
then proceeding on to kiss her lips.
They lay together, wordlessly, exhausted on the sand.
.....................................................................
The Skipper and Mrs. Howell carried the baskets of shellfish to the
compound, setting it on the table in their cooking area. They
looked around for Ginger or Mary Ann.
Not finding them, the Captain gathered some firewood to start a pot
boiling to steam the shellfish.
"I'll be back after a while," Mrs. Howell said, gently.
The Skipper nodded, absently.
Mrs. Howell walked past her own hut, listening to hear Thurston
mumbling to himself. He was back inside the hut again, probably
drinking.
She walked quietly to the Professor's hut. She tapped at the door.
"Professor?"
There was no answer. She pushed the door open and crept inside.
She looked around, and spotted the bright yellow fruits on the lab
table. She slipped one of the fruits into her bra, between her
breasts.
She slipped back out the door, and closed it behind her.
......................................................................
Ginger and Mary Ann walked into the 'kitchen'.
"Let us take over now, Skipper," Mary Ann smiled.
"Okay," he nodded, and wandered back toward the lagoon.
......................................................................
After supper that evening, Ginger and Mary Ann got up to fetch
desert. The Professor nodded at Gilligan. He then picked up the
pitcher and refilled all of their drinking cups. Gilligan
distracted the others, while the Professor slipped some of his juice
into Ginger and Mary Ann's cups.
The girls returned with another banana creme pie. The Professor and
Gilligan smiled as they watched Mary Ann and Ginger drain their
cups.
......................................................................
The Professor volunteered to help Mary Ann with the dishes. She
looked at him with a strange expression on her face.
They cleared the table, and carried them to the washtub.
Mr. Howell yawned, and said "I think I need a drink." He got up and
headed toward his hut.
"Thurston," Mrs. Howell said, then she got up and followed him to
their hut.
Gilligan looked across the table at Ginger. She batted her eyes at
him.
"Did you want to say something, Gilligan?" she asked.
"W-W-Would you like to take a walk?" Gilligan stammered.
"Why would I want to walk with you?" Ginger pried.
"There's something down at the beach I want to show you."
"Oh," Ginger smiled. "Well, okay then..."
Gilligan scrambled to his feet. Ginger got up gracefully. The two
of them walked off toward the lagoon, leaving the Skipper alone at
the table.
The Skipper sat there for several minutes, picking his teeth. Soon
he began to hear a sound something like a moose with a head cold.
Mr. Howell must have fallen asleep.
The Skipper smiled and shook his head. How could his wife have
stood that all these years?
He turned around and leaned back against the table, his toothpick
stuck in the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the starry sky.
"All I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by," he muttered.
The door to the Howells' hut opened, and Lovey stepped out. She
looked over to the table and spotted the Skipper. She strolled up
and sat down beside him on the bench.
"He's unusually loud tonight," the Skipper commented.
"Yes."
They sat silently for a few minutes.
The Skipper looked up at the stars. While he was looking away,
Lovey quietly slipped the yellow fruit out of her bra and put it
into the fruit basket on the table.
......................................................................
The Professor and Mary Ann worked quietly, the Professor washing,
Mary Ann drying the dishes. Every once in a while they would look
at each other and smile.
The dishes finally done, the Professor dried his hands. He turned
to Mary Ann. "Would you like to take an after-dinner stroll?"
Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. "Sure."
They walked together slowly down the path toward the sweetwater
pool. About halfway there, Mary Ann reached out and took his hand,
and they strolled hand-in-hand to the pool.
......................................................................
Lovey cleared her throat. The Skipper looked over at her. She took
a banana from the fruit basket.
"You're not going to let me eat alone, are you?" she asked.
The Skipper shook his head. He reached for the fruit basket, but
Lovey took the yellow fruit from the basket and handed it to him.
His face lit up. "I thought these were all gone!" He bit into it.
Lovey smiled. She took the entire peeling off the banana, slowly
and deliberately.
The Skipper took another bite.
Lovey nibbled one end of the peeled banana.
.....................................................................
Gilligan and Ginger reached the lagoon. He picked up a few shells
on the beach and began to skip them into the surf.
Ginger watched for a few minutes, then said, "Is this what you
brought me here to see?"
Nervously, Gilligan turned to face her. "No.... ummm..."
He stepped up closer to her. He stood, nervously shifting from foot
to foot.
She batted her eyes at him. "Yes, Gilligan?"
Finally, he leaned forward quickly and kissed her, a quick peck on
the lips.
He stepped back, half expecting her to slap him. She reached out
and took his head between her hands, and pulled it toward her,
planting a kiss on him that would melt steel.
.....................................................................
Mary Ann and the Professor reached the sweetwater pool. The moon
reflected off the pool and the shimmering waterfall.
They turned to face each other, and the Professor wrapped his arms
around her. She melted in his arms, tilting her head back. He
kissed her tenatively, then with more passion, and she returned the
kiss.
.....................................................................
Lovey wrapped her lips around the banana, drawing it into her mouth
sensually.
The Skipper's jaw dropped, and he stared, watching her fellate the
banana.
.....................................................................
The Professor dropped to his knees in front of Mary Ann, and untied
the knot in her blouse. It dropped open, revealing her lovely, firm
breasts and dark brown nipples.
He took first one, then the other nipple between his lips, tickling
the tip of each with his tongue and sucking gently.
She ran her fingers through his hair, her head tilted back, her eyes
closed.
......................................................................
Ginger dropped her hands to Gilligan's waist, and untied his
drawstring pants. They fell to the sand.
She wrapped her fingers around his erection, and whispered in his
ear, "Is this what you brought me here to see?"
Gilligan gulped, and nodded.
Ginger dropped to her knees and sat back on her heels. She turned
his dick to the left, to the right, then up and down, examining it
from all angles.
She looked up and smiled. "Gilligan, I think it's a penis."
......................................................................
Lovey finished her banana, the Skipper still staring, his hands
shaking.
She reached across the table and gripped his hand.
"Come on," she whispered.
"M-m-mrs. H-h-howell," he stammered.
"Lovey... please," she smiled.
"I-I-I don't think that..."
"Shhhh," she whispered. "Don't worry about Thurston. Listen. You
can still hear him snore."
She stood up and pulled the Skipper to his feet, and led him down
the pathway into the jungle.
......................................................................
Ginger wrapped her lips around the end of Gilligan's cock, swirling
her tongue around his cockhead.
Gilligan moaned, unconsciously bucking his hips, pushing his penis
further into her mouth.
"Easy, now, Gilligan," she said, gripping him firmly. She applied
her lips and tongue to his cock again, cupping his balls with one
hand, a firm grip on his shaft with the other.
......................................................................
Mary Ann moaned softly as the Professor kissed his way down her
belly, pushing his tongue into her navel. His hands worked gently
at her shorts, unbuttoning them. They slid down her legs, and she
stepped out of them.
She dropped her open blouse off her shoulders and stood naked in the
moonlight. The Professor sat back on his heels, looking at her.
She turned, slowly. "Like what you see?"
"Prettiest girl on the island."
"Hummph. That's not saying much."
"Prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"That's better." She leaned over and kissed his lips. "Now it's
your turn. Stand up."
He scrambled to his feet. Mary Ann unbuttoned his shirt, and
slipped it back over his shoulders. She ran her hands down his
hairless chest and down his belly. She unfastened his trousers, and
let them drop. Then she pulled his boxer shorts down over his ass,
and they joined his other clothing on the ground. He stepped out of
his shoes as he freed his feet from his pants, his penis erect and
throbbing.
"Last one in's a rotten egg," she said, and dashed for the pool.
The Professor wasn't far behind her. They hit the water at the same
time, spashing into the cold water. They dove down, kissing under
water, then broke the surface in an embrace, their feet just
touching bottom as their heads bobbed at the surface. They held
each other tightly.
.....................................................................
Gilligan tugged off his shirt and cap, and stepped out of his pants.
Ginger stood up and turned around.
"Unzip me," she said.
Gilligan fumbled for the zipper pull, then worked it slowly down her
back. The dress opened up, revealing her bare back -- no bra
straps. The zipper ended just at the crack of her ass.
She shrugged out of the dress facing away from her, and let it drop
slowly. Gilligan stared at her ass, so round, so firm, so fully
packed. He reached out and caressed it, gently, his hands shaking.
......................................................................
Mary Ann wrapped her legs around the Professor's hips, clinging to
him in the water. As they kissed, she worked herself up him, until
the tip of his penis was just at the entrance to her pussy. She
lowered herself on him, taking his thick cock fully inside her.
The Professor stood in the water, marvelling at how the differential
in ambient temperature between the aqua pura and Mary Ann's internal
vaginal teperature...
What the hell... the cold water made her cunt feel even hotter.
He gripped her tighter.
......................................................................
Lovey and the Skipper found a small clearing in the jungle and sat
down. Lovey wrapped her arms around the Skipper's neck and kissed
him gently on the lips.
He hesitated a moment, then returned the kiss. She opened her
mouth, and his tongue danced inside.
She slid over into his lap, running one hand over his barrel chest,
outside his shirt.
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Ginger turned around, giving Gilligan a good look at her firm,
pink-nippled breasts, and the red-haired patch below. She wrapped
her arms around his neck, and kissed him again.
They sank to their knees on the sandy beach. She pushed Gilligan
backwards, and he lay on his back. She moved quickly into a
sixty-nine position on top of him, lowering her pussy over his face,
as she drew his penis between her lips.
Gilligan dove in greedlily, fastening his lips around her clit,
stroking it with his tongue. He reached up, grabbing the white
globes of her asscheeks, clinging to them as she moved sensually.
She took his full length into her mouth, deep-throating him.
Gilligan moaned.
......................................................................
Mary Ann and the Professor worked their way back to the edge of the
pool, and the Professor climbed out, Mary Ann still wrapped around
him.
He staggered a few feet, his cock firmly held inside her pussy. He
dropped to his knees, and gently lowered her to the ground.
She released her grip on his hips, and he began to take slow, deep
strokes. She met each stroke with a tilt of her pelvis, rubbing her
clit against his shaft.
......................................................................
Lovey unbuttoned her blouse, letting it drop off her shoulders. She
reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and shrugged out of it.
She grasped the Skipper's shaking hands, and placed them on her
breasts. His fingers found her nipples, and as he twisted them
between his fingers, she kissed his lips again.
She pushed him gently backwards, until he lay on the soft grass.
She knelt between his legs, and unfastened his pants. She reached
inside, and wrapped her fingers around his growing penis. Her
fingers did not reach all the way around it.
He lifted his hips, and she slid his pants down, and maneuvering
around, managed to get them down his legs and off, taking his shoes
with them. She knelt again between his legs, and licked his penis,
which was too big to take into her mouth. She cupped his balls in
one hand, gently massaging them as she worked over his huge cockhead
with her lips and tongue.
.....................................................................
Ginger's body shook as she neared orgasm. Gilligan was nothing if
not diligent in his efforts at her clit. She sat back a little,
pressing her cunt against his jaw and tongue, keeping a firm grip on
his penis.
She started to come, her orgasm beginning at her clit, radiating
through her body in a warm rush.
As her contractions ended, she slid off his face, and turned to kiss
his lips, tasting her own juices on his mouth.
....................................................................
The Professor rolled over onto his back, pulling Mary Ann over on
top of him. She sat up, impaling herself on his cock. She sat
there, making small circles, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone
and base of his cock.
She could feel little contractions beginning in her pussy, and
reached down to stroke her clit. He pushed her hands aside, and
using his thumbs, made circular motions over her clit.
Mary Ann tilted her head back, her eyes closed, her breasts thrust
forward, a lovely sight for the Professor.
Her cunt clamped down on him as she climaxed, her body quivering
with the force of her orgasm.
......................................................................
Lovey stood up and unfastened her skirt, allowing it to drop to the
ground. As the Skipper watched interestedly, she turned, and pulled
her panties down over her ass, giving him a view not only of her
asshole but a good look at her pussy.
Now naked, she turned again towards him, stepping over his legs, and
squatting over his hips. His huge cock stood up in front of her
dark pubic hair. She wrapped both hands around his cock, and
stroked gently, as he reached up to tweak her nipples with his
fingers.
She raised herself up and forward, guiding his penis to the entrance
to her cunt. She lowered herself, breathing deeply as his cockhead
forced her cuntlips aside, pushing slowly inside her.
...........................................................................
Mary Ann began to move again, pushing herself up and down with her
legs. The Professor reached up and took hold of her breasts,
rolling her erect nipples with his thumbs.
He neared orgasm. He moved his hands from her breasts to her
shoulders, and pulled her on top of him. He kissed her lips, as his
balls exploded, pumping spurt after spurt into her hot, waiting
pussy.
...........................................................................
Ginger lay back on the sand. Gilligan scrambled up between her
legs, and kissed his way up her body, pausing briefly to suck on her
pink nipples.
She pulled him to her, and kissed his mouth, her tongue slipping
through their lips. She reached down and guided his cock into her
dripping pussy.
He began slow, easy strokes, her legs wrapped around his, her feet
just behind his knees.
Gilligan neared orgasm, and pushed himself deeply into Ginger's
cunt. Ginger slid her legs up around his hips, holding him inside
her as he started to ejacualte.
He collapsed on top of her and they breathed heavily together.
.........................................................................
The Skipper was breathing heavily, too, as Lovey continued to lower
herself on his huge shaft.
Lovey moaned softly, allowing her body to adjust to the Skipper's
size. She was lubricating freely, which was making it easier for
the Skipper's cock to slide inside her.
She reached the bottom of his shaft. She sat still a moment,
savoring the sensation of being completely filled up. He _was_ the
size of her fullback in college, and that brought back some lovely
memories.
The Skipper was caressing her breasts, rolling his thumbs over her
nipples. She tilted her head back, arching her back, pressing her
tits into his hands. She reached down and stroked her clit,
pressing it between her fingers and his penis. She shivered with
pleasure.
She raised herself just a bit, allowing the Skipper's cock to slide
out about two inches, then lowered herself again. The movement was
getting easier. She did it again, and again, picking up a little
speed, holding her clit against his penis.
"Nnnnngh," the Skipper moaned, and clasped at her.
He began to come; there was no room inside her, so it gushed around
his cock and ran down into his pubic hair.
She continued to work herself up and down his shaft, nearing orgasm
herself. As the Skipper's cock softened, and with the extra
lubrication of his come, she picked up some speed.
The contractions came suddenly, squeezing against his cock, shaking
her body. She collapsed forward, with him still inside her, and lay
on his barrel chest.
...........................................................................
The Professor and Mary Ann took another dip in the pool, rinsing
each other off with giggles and tender touches. They got dressed,
and headed back to the compound.
Ginger and Gilligan also arose, and dashed hand-in-hand into the
surf in the lagoon to rinse off the sand, then they too dressed and
headed 'home'.
The four of them arrived at the girls' hut at the same time. With
knowing glances at each other, the two couples kissed again
good-night. The two girls headed into their hut.
The Professor put his arm around Gilligan's shoulder. "So how did
it go?"
"It didn't go," Giligan grinned. "It came."
The Professor chuckled. They headed back to their huts.
...........................................................................
Lovey reluctantly removed herself from the Skipper's cock; even in
its flaccid state it was a sizable organ.
She recovered her clothing, slipping into her blouse and skirt,
tucking her bra and panties into her pocket. The Skipper arose, and
tugged on his trousers and shoes.
They walked hand in hand almost to the compound, dropping this last
physical contact when they approached the clearing, in case anyone
was still up to see them.
They needn't have bothered; there was no one in the compound, and
the only sound was the buzz-saw roar of Thurston Howell's snores.
The Skipper walked her to the door of her hut.
"Good-night, sweet Captain," she whispered.
She kissed him quickly, and slipped through the hut door.
The Skipper sauntered back to his hut. He noted that Gilligan was
already in the top hammock, and he rolled into the lower one. As he
pulled the blankets up under his chin, he felt suddenly dizzy; then
he fell into a deep sleep.
..........................................................................
Lovey changed into her nightgown, using a hand towel to wipe away
most of the Skipper's semen.
She slipped into the bed, listened for a moment to the roar of the
buzz saw, then reached over for the soft gum earplugs.
Thurston was cuddled up with his teddy bear.
"He couldn't care less if I was here or not," she muttered. She lay
back against the pillow, thinking about the Captain's penis.
..........................................................................
Morning.
The seven castaways headed for the outhouses and the sweetwater pool
for their morning cleanup.
The Professor and Mary Ann passed each other on the path. "Good
morning, Roy," Mary Ann said, smiling.
"'Morning," the Professor smiled back.
She took his hand and leaned forward to kiss him lightly. "Thanks
for last night," she whispered. "It was great!" She continued
toward the pool.
The Professor was staggered; the juice was supposed to work on her
memory...
Gilligan was just coming out of the outhouse as Ginger approached.
She slipped one hand under Gilligan's balls and kissed him lightly
on the cheek. "Hi, Stud Muffin!"
"H-h-hello!" Gilligan stammered and stumbled.
She moved past him into the outhouse and closed the door. Gilligan
ran toward the other outhouse, where the Professor was just
emerging.
"It didn't work," he gasped.
"What are you talking about?"
"Ginger remembered! The juice didn't work!"
"Of course it worked... You got laid, didn't you?" The Professor
smiled. "Maybe it's better this way, anyhow."
"Why's that?"
"This way we can make love with the girls any time we want. We
don't have to rely on the fruit."
"Oh, yeah." Gilligan smiled. "Right."
They walked up the path to join the others at the pool.
...........................................................................
Lovey watched the others as they played together in the water. It
was obvious that the younger folks were getting to know each other
as lovers.
Her eyes widened as she thought, "They remember! They weren't
supposed to remember!"
The Skipper arrived at the pool. "Good morning, Mrs. Howell."
"Good morning, Captain," she smiled. "And how did you sleep last
night?"
"I went to bed right after supper," he said, "and I slept like a
baby all night."
Lovey heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't remember! She puzzled
over it in her mind, until she came to a sudden realization. It's
not the juice of the fruit that works, it's the pulp!
She would have to talk to the Professor about that... someday.
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