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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: Part THREE
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Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage,
as Ginger waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall.
Her back was toward him as she moved under the waterfall. He saw
her drop her clothing and caught a glimpse of her bare ass before it
was covered with the white water.
"C'mon, Ginger, turn around," he whispered. "Turn around..."
He reached down into his pants and gripped his penis, already erect.
He pulled it out and stroked it, watching the shadowy image of
Ginger's naked bottom through the flowing water.
Ginger turned around under the waterfall, and stuck her head through
the flow. "Gilligan!" she shouted. "Get your ass over here right
now!"
Gilligan stood up and ran down to the pool. He pulled off his
clothes and waded to the waterfall. Ginger reached through the flow
of water and grabbed his hand, pulling him under the falls to the
little alcove underneath.
Ginger wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a passionate
kiss, rubbing her wet, naked body against him.
She reached down and grabbed his penis, stroking its length. She
lowered herself in the water, pulling him down on top of her.
Gilligan kissed her breasts, as she guided his cock to the entrance
to her pussy. He pressed it inside her, and she moaned with
pleasure, taking his full length easily. He began slow, easy
strokes, the resistance of the water making his movements easier and
slower.
Ginger's clit pressed against the base of his cock with each stroke,
and she gasped every time he pressed against it.
"Oh, gosh," she whispered, "I'm coming..."
Her pussy grabbed at his cock as her body shook, with a warm glow
flowing from her pussy though the rest of her body.
Gilligan pumped twice more, and with the pressure from her orgasmic
pussy, he began to ejaculate inside her. He kissed her lips, as
they caught their breath.
They stood up, finally. Ginger picked up her bar of coconut-butter
soap, and they lathered each other up, giggling and laughing.
...........................................................................
Roy Hinkley, "The Professor", was making his bed.
Literally making his bed. He had gathered some nice pieces of
bamboo, and was busily making a double-sized bed.
Whistling as he worked, he was also trying to decide just how to
approach Mary Ann about moving in with him. Making love in the
moonlight in the great outdoors was great, but the rainy season was
approaching.
...........................................................................
The Skipper was whistling, too, as he cast his fishing line into the
surf.
He waited for a nibble, holding the fishing rod braced against his
belly.
A strange, yet familiar voice sounded behind him.
"Welcome to Sherwood."
He turned to see a man all in green perched on a fallen treetrunk.
He was carrying a huge bow, and a quiver of arrows on his back.
He blinked twice, almost dropping his fishing rod. "Robin Hood?"
"None other," the man in green said, grinning. "You look very
familiar. Are you not the son of one of my merry men?"
"No," the Skipper shook his head. "Not that I know of."
"Strange," Robin said. He looked at the Skipper's fishing rod.
"Fishing? Is there no game in the forest?"
"Not that we've been able to find," the Skipper said. "How did you
get here? Are you our rescue?"
"Rescue? From Sherwood?"
"This is NOT Sherwood. It's an island in the South Pacific." The
Skipper reeled in his line and set the fishing rod aside.
"South... Pacific? It looks like Sherwood..." Robin turned and
looked around. "But then again..."
"Believe me," the Skipper said, "it's not England. Do you have a
boat?"
Robin shook his head.
"A plane? A helicopter?"
Robin shook his head. Suddenly, he stood still. "Hark!"
"What is it..."
Robin placed a hand over the Skipper's mouth, silencing him. "A
deer!" he whispered, "A fine stag to make a man's dinner."
He nocked an arrow into the bow, and climbed over the fallen tree
and into the jungle.
Moments later, Mr. Howell walked out of the jungle onto the beach.
The Skipper was staring into the jungle.
"Captain..."
"Did you see him?"
"See who?" Howell frowned.
"Robin Hood."
"Captain, have you been raiding my liquor cabinet?"
...........................................................................
Mary Ann looked around the hut at her few meager possessions. She
sat down on the cot, considering how quickly she could pack them all
away if the Professor asked her the question she wanted him to ask.
Five minutes, maybe less.
"But what about Ginger? Would she be all alone in this hut if I
moved in with the Professor? Or would Gilligan move in here with
her?" she thought.
"And that would leave the Skipper alone... oh, my... how
complicated."
Ginger walked in, wrapped in her towel. She had been to the
waterfall again. And from the glow in her face, it looked like she
had been there with someone.
"Talking to yourself again?" Ginger grinned.
"Was I?" Mary Ann blushed. "I've been doing a lot of thinking."
"About the Professor?" Ginger sat on the other cot, facing her.
"Has he asked you yet?"
Mary Ann shook her head. Ginger reached over and took her hand.
"He will. Don't worry." Ginger looked into Mary Ann's eyes. "And
if he does, do it. Don't worry about me."
Mary Ann reached out and took Ginger into her arms. "Thanks."
Ginger's towel fell away. "In the meantime,..." she cooed.
...........................................................................
Gilligan sat down on a log near a clearing in the jungle. He sat in
a position like Rodin's "The Thinker", his chin resting on his fist,
his elbow on his knee.
He was considering his relationship with Ginger. He loved her, he
really did. Or was it just lust? Did he want to live the rest of
his life with her, or was it that she was available, and here, and
...
His vision blurred, and he blinked. Next to him on the log was a
golden-haired fellow, about his same age. He blinked again. The
fellow was still there.
"Hi, Maynard, old buddy." The golden-haired fellow grinned.
Gilligan sat up. "Maynard?"
"Hey, where's your goatee?"
Gilligan rubbed his chin.
"What's wrong, Maynard?"
"My name is Gilligan. Who are you?"
"You mean you don't recognize your oldest friend? It's Dobie" The
fellow laughed. "And you're Maynard."
"Gilligan," he said. "My name is Gilligan."
"It's Maynard, and I'll prove it. Watch this... 'work' "
A shiver ran up Gilligan's spine. He shook it off.
"See there," Dobie said. "You're Maynard."
Gilligan shook his head.
"Well, whatever, old buddy," Dobie grinned. "What's on your mind?"
"Ummm," Gilligan squirmed. "I guess I can tell you since you're
imaginary."
"Who's imaginary?" Dobie grinned. "Que pasa?"
"It's a girl," Gilligan said.
"I figured that," Dobie smiled. "Why else would I be here?"
"I'm not sure what I feel for her. Is it love or is it lust?"
"Does it matter?"
Gilligan looked at him. "Of course it matters."
"Okay. Do you want to be with her even when you've got your clothes
on?"
"Yeah."
"Then it's probably love. Go for it."
Gilligan glanced away. "Go for it?"
There was silence. He looked back, and Dobie was gone.
He sat there a moment longer. "Go for it...."
...........................................................................
Lovey Howell adjusted her makeup in the small mirror. She had
managed to get Thurston out of the hut for a while, anyway. He
needed to get some fresh air, and away from the liquor cabinet for a
few hours.
She adjusted her clothing; it was getting a bit tattered with the
years of wear. Thank goodness she had brought all of the trunks she
had; she pitied the poor younger girls who only had a few outfits.
And the Captain and Gilligan had only one set of clothes, since they
had expected to be home that night so long ago.
When they wore out their clothes, I guess they'd have to go naked...
Thinking of the Captain naked brought a sly grin to her face. That
might not be so bad after all.
She headed out the door toward the Professor's hut. She needed to
talk with him about the fruits.
...........................................................................
The Professor tied the last knots, and slid the double-sized bed
towards the wall. He had to adjust the position of his lab-table
and trunk, but it all fit. At least he didn't have to rebuild the
hut.
He stood back and admired his work, thinking about the workout he
wanted to give it.
There was a tap at the door. "Professor?"
It was Mrs. Howell. He invited her in. She sat in his 'relaxing'
chair, and he perched on his lab stool.
"What can I help you with?"
"This is rather awkward, Professor," she said, almost blushing.
"Go ahead. We're all friends here," the Professor smiled.
"It's about those yellow fruits Gilligan found last week."
The Professor paused. "Yes? What about them?"
"I know what they do, Professor." She looked away from him,
slightly embarrassed. "And I want to grow some more."
"Oh?" The Professor squirmed on his stool. "Are you and Mr. Howell
having ...problems?"
"Yes..." Lovey lied. "That's it exactly."
The Professor reached over and picked up the two remaining fruits
from his lab table. They had softened, and were giving off a sour
fragrance.
"That's funny," he said, "I thought there were three."
Mrs. Howell grimaced.
The Professor handed them to her. He opened his botany book, and
read from the page describing the fruit.
"Looks like it should be planted in sandy soil, near a tree where
the vine can climb. That's all the information I have." He closed
the book. "I can't guarantee they'll grow, and I have no idea when
the vines will bear fruit."
"I understand, Professor," she said, smiling. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome. I hope the problems work out."
............................................................................
Lovey went into the jungle, looking for likely spots to plant her
seeds. She found two trees close to the pathway that looked
hopeful. She dug a shallow hole next to each tree, and placed the
rotting fruits in them, covering the hole.
She kissed her fingers, then the soil. "Grow, please grow," she
whispered.
...........................................................................
Thurston Howell walked along the beach.
"Damn this island," he said aloud. "Damn this beach, damn this
ocean, damn these waves, damn..."
He was so distracted by his tirade that he nearly fell over the
barrel. He kicked it. It didn't move, and he hurt his foot.
He hopped around on his good foot, holding the hurt one. He sat on
the barrel, which was lying on the sand. He massaged his toes,
muttering, "and damn this barrel."
As he worked on his sore toes, he looked down at the barrel.
Stenciled on the side of the barrel was the name "Inverness."
He looked up at the sky. "If there's a god in heaven, let this be
full."
He got up and pushed at the barrel. It was very heavy, it had
SOMETHING inside.
He pushed harder, and the barrel rolled over, exposing the bung. It
was intact.
"Praise the gods!" he shouted, then clamped his hands over his
mouth. He looked around.
"I've got to find Gilligan," he muttered.
..........................................................................
Mary Ann and Ginger were in a sixty-nine position, with Ginger on
top. Ginger's lips were locked around Mary Ann's clit, her tongue
dancing around the tip of the sensitive nubbin. Mary Ann had her
hands around the cheeks of Ginger's ass, her fingertips brushing her
asshole.
Mary Ann's tongue was stroking over Ginger's clit, her concentration
on her nearing orgasm. Her body began to quiver under Ginger's
ministrations.
Ginger's fingers slid into Mary Ann's cunnie, pressing upward
against her g-spot. Mary Ann's body tried to levitate, as an
explosive orgasm shook her body.
As her contractions slowed, she again applied herself to Ginger's
pussy, sucking hungrily on her clit. Her fingertips approached
Ginger's asshole again, and slowly, Mary Ann slid her middle finger
into Ginger's ass.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Ginger moaned, "Oh, yes."
With her other hand, Mary Ann slipped two fingers into Ginger's
pussy. Ginger raised up, pushing back against Mary Ann's hands and
mouth.
"Yes... yes, that's it," she gasped, "Oh yes..."
Her body began to quiver, and a gush of cunt honey ran down Mary
Ann's face.
Ginger's orgasm shook the bed, as Mary Ann slowed her tonguing of
Ginger's clit.
Ginger got up slowly and turned around, and lay beside Mary Ann in
the narrow cot.
...........................................................................
Gilligan was sitting at the table in the compound, contemplating the
basket of fruit. Which one was he least tired of?
Mrs. Howell approached the compound. "Gilligan, there's something I
want you to do for me."
"What's that, Mrs. Howell?"
"Do you think you could find any more of that yellow fruit?"
Gilligan goggled at her for a moment, but remembered that she
couldn't possibly know what it was good for. "I'll try, Mrs.
Howell," he nodded.
"Thank you." She headed for her hut.
At that moment, Mr. Howell came running up the path from the beach.
"Gilligan, dear boy. Just the man I was looking for..."
"What do you want me to do?" sighed Gilligan.
Howell looked back toward his hut. Lovey had gone inside. He
dropped his voice to a whisper. "I've made a wonderful find on the
beach, and I need your help."
"What did you find?" Gilligan asked, in a normal voice.
"Shhhhh...." hissed Howell. "Keep your voice down."
"Okay," whispered Gilligan, "what did you find?"
"A whole barrel of Inverness Scotch."
"A whole barrel?" Gilligan's voice rose to a normal level again.
"Shhhhh!" Howell hissed again.
"Sorry," whispered Gilligan.
"Come with me. I need to roll it up away from the tide, and I'll
need help to get it open."
...........................................................................
The Skipper landed his catch; a very nice, big fish. As he pulled
it up the beach, he glanced at the jungle, half expecting Robin
Hood, or Tarzan, or some other character to come popping out. But
nobody did.
He pulled out his knife, and started cleaning the fish.
...........................................................................
The Professor strolled over to the girls' hut, and tapped on the
door. "Anybody home?"
"Just a minute," Ginger's voice sounded from inside. The Professor
heard some scrambling around.
Ginger jumped up, and grabbed a dress, slipping it over her head and
zipping it up. Mary Ann retrieved her shorts and slipped them on,
and buttoned her blouse.
Ginger went to the door. "Hi, Professor." She batted her eyes at
him. "I was just coming... er, going." She walked out the door,
winking at Mary Ann.
"Come on in, Roy." Mary Ann sat on the edge of the bed.
The Professor sat down next to her, and took her hand. "Mary Ann...
I want to ask... "
"Yes," she said, smiling.
"You didn't know what I want to ask."
"Yes I do, and I do." She kissed him. "Give me five minutes to
pack up."
She finished in four. The Professor picked up her little bag, and
they walked hand-in-hand to his hut.
..........................................................................
Gilligan and Mr. Howell rolled the barrel up the beach to the edge
of the jungle. They tipped it up on end to keep it from rolling
back down to the water.
"I don't think the tide gets this high," Gilligan observed.
"Good. Now, how to open it."
Gilligan smiled and picked up the tool box. "I know how to open
barrels."
He took out the hammer, and took aim at the top.
"Wait! NO!" Howell shouted, and grabbed the hammer. "If you break
the top, we can't close it back up!" He leaned over and looked in
the tool box. He picked up a brace and bit.
"Now, this will make a small hole that we can plug up." He set the
tip of the bit on the top of the barrel-end, and Gilligan started to
turn the brace.
...........................................................................
The Skipper wrapped his fish filets in a sailcloth towel, and headed
to the compound. Suspiciously, he looked all around him as he
walked, half expecting to be accosted by some imaginary character.
...........................................................................
The hole was bored through. Gilligan pulled out the bit, and Howell
leaned over to sniff the contents.
"Heavenly," Howell sighed. "It's Scotch, all right." Then he
frowned. "But how do we get it out of the barrel?"
"I could still smash the top," suggested Gilligan.
Howell just frowned at him.
"The Professor uses a kind of vine for tubing in his lab. Maybe we
could find some."
"Good idea. Go look for some. I'll just sniff for a while."
Gilligan dashed into the jungle. He was looking for the vine that
the Professor used, but a flash of yellow caught his eye. He
stopped and looked closer. It was another vine-full of yellow
fruits, just like the ones he found before!
He marked the place in his mind, and went looking for the
tubing-vine. He found some, and pulled it down. Using his pocket
knife, he cut off the leaves from a length of it, and took it back
to Howell.
Howell was standing over the barrel, his nose pressed against the
hole.
"So near and yet so far," he sighed.
Gilligan handed him the vine, and Howell lowered one end into the
barrel. He placed the other end between his lips and sucked.
"Like drinking through a straw," Gilligan noted.
The fluid finally reached Howell's mouth. He filled his mouth, then
pinched the end of the vine. He swirled the liquid around his
mouth, then swallowed.
"Ambrosia," he said, "Nectar!" He raised his eyes to the sky.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome," said Gilligan.
............................................................................
Ginger walked toward the compound table, just as the Skipper brought
up his load of fish.
"I'll take that, Skipper," she said, and he handed over his bundle.
"Thanks, Ginger." He stopped to wipe his brow, and said, "I'm going
to go up to the waterfall and wash up."
He started up the path to the sweetwater pool. Ginger took the fish
over by the fireplace, and added some wood to the coals still
smouldering there. Flames started to appear around the new wood.
...........................................................................
"Gilligan, dear boy, go back to my hut and get a couple of empty
bottles," Howell said, sipping from his straw.
"Sure, Mr. Howell."
"Oh... If Lovey is there, don't let her see you."
"Okay." Gilligan started back toward the compound, but remembered
the fruits. He doubled back into the jungle and located the vine.
He picked three of the yellow fruits, and rolled them up in his
shirt. Then he headed back toward the compound.
..........................................................................
The Professor and Mary Ann entered his hut... their hut. The
Professor led her over to show her the new bed.
"Oh, Roy," she said, "you expected me to say yes!"
The Professor nodded.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Let's break it in," she
whispered, huskily.
...........................................................................
Gilligan ran into the compound and looked around for Mrs. Howell.
Not seeing her, he tapped on their door. "Mrs. Howell?"
"Yes, Gilligan dear?" She opened the door.
"I found some," he said, breathlessly. He unrolled his shirt, and
handed her the three fruits.
"Oh, thank you, dear boy!" She took one and sniffed it. "Smells
delicious!"
"Ummm," Gilligan shifted from foot to foot. "Mrs. Howell, Mr.
Howell sent me for a couple of his empty bottles. But I wasn't
supposed to tell you."
Lovey frowned slightly, but she was delighted to have the fruits.
"Of course you can have his empties." She stepped away from the
door and let Gilligan inside. "They're over there in the cabinet."
Gilligan stepped over and opened the door. There were several
bottles of different-colored fermented fruit juices, and several
empties. He picked up two of the empty bottles.
"Thanks," Gilligan said, clutching the bottles.
"Thank YOU, Gilligan," she said, clasping the fruits to her chest.
...........................................................................
The Professor unbuttoned Mary Ann's blouse, and peeled it back over
her shoulders. He caressed the smooth globes of her breasts, their
dark brown nipples popping up like rubber erasers under his fingers.
She moaned, and kissed his neck.
His hands moved farther down, and unfastened her shorts, dropping
them to her feet, where she stepped out of them, along with her
shoes.
She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers down
his hairless chest. She dropped her hands down to his pants,
unfastening them, and they joined Mary Ann's on the floor. He
stepped out of his shoes.
Mary Ann sank down into the bed, and lay on her back. She lifted
her knees, extending her arms towards the Professor. He climbed
into the bed, slipping up between her thighs.
He ran his hands over her legs, and up her sides to her breasts,
tweaking her nipples again. Then back down, running his fingers
through her dark pubic hair to the warm wet place below.
His thumb found her clit, warm and erect under its tiny hood. She
gasped as his thumb brushed over it.
The fingers of his other hand parted her labia, and he could see the
moist pinkness within. He slipped a finger inside her, and she
gripped it with her vaginal muscles.
He bent down and touched her clit with his tongue. It felt hot, and
he rolled his tongue over it.
Mary Ann gasped and reached for his head, running her fingers into
his hair.
He moved his tongue down further, sliding down the slippery skin
past her pisshole, plunging his tongue as deeply as he could into
her pussy.
She wiggled her hips, running her fingers over his head.
He moved back up to her clit, sliding his tongue, around and over
her clit. He fastened his lips around her clit, sucking gently,
brushing her clit with the tip of his tongue. She gripped his hair,
holding him in place.
"OoooooOOOOOooooOOOOOOOoooooohhhhhh!" she moaned, thrashing her
head from side to side.
The Professor raised his head, and as Mary Ann released her grip on
his hair, he slid up her body, to kiss her waiting lips. His cock
poised on its own at the entrance to her cunt, the cockhead parting
her labia, and sliding to its full length inside her.
"Ummmmmmph" moaned Mary Ann into the Professor's mouth. Her clit
pressed against the base of his cock, as she tilted her pelvis back.
Her vaginal muscles clamped around his penis, holding him in place.
.........................................................................
Mrs. Howell walked around to the "kitchen", where Ginger was
stirring the hot coals, ready to place the fish filets on the grill.
"Do you know where the Captain is?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"He said he was going up to take a shower in the waterfall," Ginger
said.
Mrs. Howell's eyebrow lifted. "Thanks, honey," she said.
Lovey took another path, but moved around after she was out of
Ginger's sight. She headed directly for the waterfall.
...........................................................................
Mr. Howell used the vine-hose to siphon his Scotch into the empty
bottles Gilligan had brought back. Gilligan carved a piece of wood
to fit the hole they had bored in the barrel. When he had filled
the two bottles, Howell tamped the stopper into the barrel.
"Thanks, dear boy." Howell grinned. "Now I'm a happy man."
He staggered back toward the compound, clutching the precious
bottles to his chest protectively.
Gilligan shrugged, and followed Howell up the path.
............................................................................
Mary Ann shivered, right on the edge of orgasm. The Professor's
cock was deep in her pussy, her clit pressed hard against the base
of his shaft. The Professor made a small stroke, pulling back about
an inch, then moving back in deeply.
Mary Ann gasped, the warm flow of orgasm sweeping over her,
convulsing her body.
Mary Ann lifted her legs, placing them up on the Professor's
shoulders. This lifted her hips, and constricted her pussy, giving
the Professor more friction in her slippery cunt.
He began a rapid stroke, diving deeply into her cunt, pulling back
until his cockhead was nearly completely out, then back again.
He held his breath, holding himself back a little, but it was too
late, he burst inside her, emptying his balls inside her.
She let her legs down, he rolled over to her side, holding her in
his arms. She tucked her head down under his chin, clinging tightly
to him, their legs entangling.
............................................................................
Mrs. Howell approached the sweetwater pool cautiously. The Captain
was still there, under the waterfall.
She could hear his voice, singing. "Roll me over, in the clover..."
She ducked down behind some bushes, and watched, as the Skipper
turned around under the water. She could see his cock, hanging down
between his legs.
"I should call him 'elephant'," she thought, and smiled.
He finished rinsing off and stepped out from under the waterfall,
reaching for his towel. He dried off, and wrapped the towel around
his hips, hiding his manhood from her. He turned his back on her,
rinsing out his clothing.
She stood up, walked toward the pond, and cleared her throat. The
Skipper turned, automatically checking to make sure his towel was in
place.
"Excuse me, Captain," she said, "I didn't know you were up here."
"Just taking a shower and rinsing my clothes, Mrs. Howell," he said.
"I'll be done in a minute."
He pulled his clothes out of the water and wrung them out. He threw
them over his arm and started away from the pool.
"Oh!" Lovey said, as if she just remembered. "Gilligan found
another one of these, and I knew how much you liked them." She
pulled the yellow fruit out of her pocket and handed it to the
Skipper.
"Gee, Mrs. Howell, thanks." He took a bite of the fruit.
"Don't spoil your appetite for supper," she said, smiling.
The Skipper blinked, smiled, and blinked again. "Mrs. Howell..."
"Lovey, please."
"Lovey, did you just take off your clothes?"
She looked down, no, she was still dressed.
"No, why..."
The Skipper blinked again. "No, I guess you didn't. Sorry."
He started to turn to head back to the compound.
"But I could," she said.
He turned to face her. She quickly unbuttoned her dress, letting it
drop to the ground. She had worn no bra today, just her lace
panties.
The Skipper stared. "Mrs. Howell!"
Her breasts bobbed as she walked over to him, her nipples beginning
to erect. She glanced down; his towel was beginning to tent.
She put a hand on his cheek, then kissed him, her tongue pushing
deep into his mouth.
The Skipper dropped his clothing in the grass, and wrapped his arms
around her. She reached down and unfastened his towel, and grabbed
hold of his penis with both hands.
She stepped back, pulling him by the cock. She lowered herself to
the ground, pulling him with her. He crouched over her, kissing her
mouth, while she guided his cock to the entrance to her vagina.
He pressed his hips forward; his penis began to slide into her.
It was getting easier, Lovey thought, easier all the time.
The Skipper's cock filled her completely. She wrapped her legs
around his hips, tilting her pelvis forward and back to rub her clit
against the base of his cock.
She was coming already, she thought, and whispered in his ear, "Fuck
me now, Jonas. Give it all to me."
The Skipper began to stroke, slowly at first, but building to a
faster pace. Lovey began to come, an orgasm sweeping through her,
and right behind that one, another, even more powerful.
The Skipper grunted, and Lovey held on as he came inside her, and a
third, even more powerful orgasm washed over her. The Skipper
collapsed, rolling them over to their sides, still tangled together,
his huge cock still filling her pussy.
...........................................................................
Thurston Howell looked both ways before he entered his hut. He
stowed away the two bottles of Scotch in his cabinet, hiding them
behind the fruit hooch. He started back outside, but noticed two
fruits on the endtable.
"Hmmmm," he mused, picking up one of the fruits. "These were
delicious, as I recall." He took a big bite, chewing it with great
gusto and a huge smile. The next bite finished the fruit. He
picked up the second one. He ate that one as well.
He got out a drinking cup, and was reaching for his bottle of
Scotch, when he felt a strong pressure in his pants.
The feeling was so unusual for him that he lost his balance, landing
on his butt on the floor. He reached for his groin where the
pressure was, and found he had an erection.
He stood up and dropped his pants, looking in Lovey's mirror. "By
gosh, it is a boner, and a fairly big one at that. Wait till Lovey
sees this!"
He pulled up his trousers, blousing them around his erection. He
went outside to the kitchen area, where Ginger was just taking the
fish off the grill.
"Have you seen Lovey?"
"She went that way," Ginger said, pointing down the pathway Lovey
had originally gone down.
Howell headed toward the path, then turned slowly, looking at
Ginger. "My dear, have you done something with your hair?"
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The Skipper had dozed off. Lovey got up, stepped over to the pool
to rinse off, and put on her dress. She stuffed her panties into
her pocket. She draped the Skipper's towel over him, and set his
clothing nearby.
She headed back down the path toward the compound.
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Gilligan stepped out of his hut and walked around to the kitchen
area. Ginger was bending over the grill, removing the last few
filets. He stepped up behind her, and caressed her lovely bottom.
"Gilligan, is that you?" she asked without turning around.
"Who else would it be?"
"Well, it could be the Skipper. He's the only one not getting any
lately."
Gilligan looked around, and seeing nobody around, lifted Ginger's
skirt up over her hips.
"What are you doing?" she asked, straightening up.
Gilligan shrugged.
"Well, if you want a quickie, let's not do it over the fire." She
turned and pulled the last piece of fish off the grill. "There.
Now we have a few minutes until everyone comes in for supper."
She took him into her arms, and kissed him. Gilligan's toes curled
in his worn sneakers.
"Come on," she whispered.
She took his hand and led him into her hut, closing the door behind
her. She flopped down on her cot, hiked up her skirt, and pulled
down her panties.
"Give me your love tool, Gilligan."
Gilligan, grinning, dropped his trousers and climbed on top of her.
She guided his rod to her pussy, and he started stroking, fast,
furious strokes.
He raised himself on his arms, arching his back as he came, pushing
his cock as deeply as he could into her.
He collapsed on top of her. She stroked his hair. "You owe me
one," she whispered. "You want to move in here with me to make up
for it?"
He raised his head. "What?"
"Move in with me. Mary Ann's moved in with the Professor."
"What about the Skipper?"
"Fuck the Skipper." She looked at his expression. "No, not
literally. I mean the Skipper can take care of himself. I want you
here with me, I want you all night long."
Gilligan blushed. He nodded.
She pressed his head to her chest.
"Where is everybody?" Mrs. Howell's voice from outside. Gilligan
scrambled to his feet and tried to get his pants on. Ginger got up,
her skirt falling back down to cover her naked ass, and she leaned
out the door. "Be right there, Mrs. Howell."
"Have you seen Gilligan, dear?"
Ginger smiled. "Yes, did you want something?"
"Oh..." the light dawned on Lovey. "Tell him -- when you see him
-- that the Captain is asleep at the waterfall pool, and he's
somewhat... undressed."
"I will. Supper will be in a few minutes," she nodded.
Ginger closed the door. She turned to Gilligan, who had managed to
put his pants on backwards, and was unable to find the drawstrings.
"You heard that?"
"Yeah, I'll go wake him up."
He peeked out the door to see if Mrs. Howell was nearby before he
headed out.
"Why are you doing that?" Ginger asked. "I want everyone to know."
She threw open the door and shouted, "Gilligan is moving in with
me!"
There was nobody in the compound to hear. She looked at Gilligan
and said, "Oh, well. We'll announce it at dinner. Go get the
Skipper."
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Lovey went into her hut. She looked at the endtable where she had
left her two remaining fruits. They were gone.
"Oh gosh," she thought, "Thurston must have eaten them!"
She ran out the door looking for him.
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Mary Ann snuggled up to the Professor again. She smiled with the
thought that he would be there all night, so warm, so solid.
The Professor wrapped an arm around her, adjusting his position a
bit. He had remarkably the same thoughts.
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Gilligan ran up the path to the sweetwater pool. There was the
Skipper, lying in the grass, a towel over his hips.
He went over to the Skipper and shook his shoulder.
"Skipper, wake up."
The Skipper didn't move.
He took his hat and dipped some water from the pool. He dumped it
into the Skipper's face.
Sputtering, the Skipper sat up, wiping his face. "Gilligan! What
did you do that for?"
"You didn't wake up when I shook you."
"Oh." The Skipper looked around. "Now why would I go to sleep up
here?" He looked down at the towel. "And naked, as well!"
A frown creased Gilligan's brow. "Did you eat any of those yellow
fruits I found lately?"
The Skipper nodded. "Yeah. Mrs. Howell gave me one when I came out
of the shower. That's the last thing I remember." He rubbed his
face.
Gilligan understood. He helped the Skipper stand up, and handed him
his clothing, which was now dry. The Skipper got dressed.
"It's time for supper," Gilligan said.
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Lovey stood in the compound, wondering which way to go to look for
Thurston. Could he have found Mary Ann, and... No, Mary Ann was
probably off somewhere with the Professor.
She turned, and almost ran into Ginger, who was carrying a platter
of fish filets to the table.
"Have you seen Thurston?" she asked.
"A little while ago, he was looking for you," Ginger said. "He went
that way." She pointed.
Lovey headed down the path, and nearly ran into Thurston.
"Where have you been, Lovey?" he asked. "I have something
wonderful to show you."
He guided her hand to his crotch.
"Oh my, Thurston," she gasped, "Is that a pistol in your pocket?"
"No. And am I happy to see you!"
He pulled her into his arms and tipped her backwards in an
exaggerated "movie kiss". Their lips met.
Then he dropped her.
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Ginger tapped on the Professor's door. "Supper's ready."
"Be right there," Mary Ann's voice said.
Ginger smiled and walked back towards the table.
Reluctantly, Mary Ann got up and gathered her clothing together.
The Professor rose, and she handed him his trousers.
"Let's go eat," she said, "then come back here for dessert."
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Thurston started to help Lovey up, but she said, "I'm fine,
Thurston."
She reached down and hiked up her skirt, revealing her naked cunt.
"Let's take care of that boner of yours."
Thurston wasted no time dropping his pants and climbing between her
legs. He slipped his cock into her.
He began to move, frantically.
"What he lacks in size," Lovey thought, "he makes up for
enthusiasm."
Without expecting it, she was actually getting turned on.
Thurston kept pumping, and pumping. Lovey put her legs around his,
her feet behind his knees. She began to move with him, tilting her
pelvis forward and backward with each stroke.
She WAS getting turned on! In fact, she was nearing orgasm. She
clasped at Thurston, whimpering, moaning.
She climaxed, for the first time with Thurston in what... twenty
years? Her cunt squeezed his small cock, her body moving in time
with her contractions.
Thurston began to come, too, his semen spurting hotly inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, nuzzling at her neck.
>From her experience with the Captain, she knew she had to get
Thurston back to the compound before he went to sleep. She rolled
him over and stood up, her skirt falling back down around her legs.
She pulled Thurston to his feet. He put a hand to his head.
"I feel so dizzy," he said.
She pulled his trousers up and fastened them. She led him toward
the compound.
Gilligan and the Skipper were at the compound when she approached
with Thurston.
"Give me a hand with him," she said. "He's had too much to drink."
"Must be the barrel of Scotch he found," Gilligan said, and
immediately clamped his hands over his mouth.
The Skipper and Gilligan helped move Mr. Howell to his hut. They
lay him in his cot. He passed into a deep sleep.
"I guess we can save supper for him," Gilligan said.
"Now, what was that about a barrel of Scotch?" Lovey asked.
"Let's talk about that later," Gilligan said, blushing. "Let's go
eat."
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Supper was uneventful until Mary Ann announced that she had moved in
with the Professor. Then Ginger announced that Gilligan was moving
in with her.
The Skipper clasped Gilligan's shoulder and congratulated him.
"Then you're not upset?" Gilligan asked.
"Why would I be upset, Little Buddy?" the Skipper grinned.
But there was something gnawing at the back of the Skipper's mind.
After supper, he wandered alone down to the lagoon. He sat on a log
and stared out at the ocean.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" a voice behind him said.
He turned, halfway expecting some spectre. It was Lovey Howell.
"Yes. Yes, it is," the Skipper smiled at her.
She stepped up and stood directly behind him. He sat, looking out
at the moonlight reflecting off the top of the small waves.
She put her hands on his shoulders. He jumped at her touch. She
began to massage his shoulders and neck. The Skipper relaxed under
her massage.
"You're worried about the young folks, aren't you, Captain?" she
asked.
"A little," he nodded. "I hope they know what they're doing."
"Who ever knows what is going to happen when you start a
relationship?" Lovey said, shrugging, continuing to knead the
Skipper's shoulders.
There was a moment of silence, then he asked, "So what brings you
down here?"
"The young people paired off and left, and Thurston's asleep. I
didn't feel like staying to hear him snore." She stepped over the
log and sat down beside him. "Besides, I wanted to talk to you."
"To me? What about?" He looked into her face. Was she blushing?
"Captain," she said, shakily, "you know those fruits Gilligan
found?"
"Yeah!" he grinned. "Do you have some more?"
"No... I must tell you the truth about them."
"What do you mean? Truth?"
"The fruit has an... unusual... effect on people."
"Oh?"
"Yes." She looked away, out to sea. "It makes people dizzy."
"I don't remember that."
"It also affects memory..."
"Hmmmm. I get the feeling there is something else."
"It excites people sexually."
"Oh." The Skipper nodded, staring out to sea. Then he turned. "Is
that what's causing the others to pair off?"
"Partially," she nodded.
"And you were giving me those fruits..." His eyes widened. "Did
you...?"
She nodded, blushing even more.
The Skipper took a deep breath. "What about Mr. Howell?"
"He ate some tonight. That's why he passed out." She turned toward
him again. "Captain, Thurston is a fine man, and we've been married
a long time. But..." She put her hand on his thigh. "But a woman
needs... he's not very well endowed.
"Now that Gilligan's moved in with Ginger, you're going to be alone
in your hut at night." She looked into his eyes. "Would you mind
if I came to visit you some nights, after Thurston's asleep?"
The Skipper mulled it over a moment, silently, then said, "I suppose
we could work it out. But nobody must know, because Mr. Howell must
never know."
Lovey nodded. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks."
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(Everybody sing again!)
So this is the tale of our castaways, they're here for a long, long
time.
They'll have to make the best of things, it's an uphill climb.
Gilligan and the Skipper too, will do their very best
To make the others comfortable in their tropic island nest.
No phones, no lights, no motorcars, not a single luxury,
Like Robinson Ca-ru-so, it's primitive as can be.
So join us here each week my friends, you're sure to get a smile
>From seven stranded castaways, here on Gilligan's Isle!
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