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PORNO TV: Gilligan's Island 4 - "Return to the Island" 1/2
(Everybody sing!!)
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip,
That started in this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty sailin' man, the Skipper brave and sure,
Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour.
A three hour tour.
The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew,
The Minnow would be lost.
The Minnow would be lost.
The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
With Gilligan, the Skipper too, the Millionaire and his wife,
A movie star, the Professor and Mary Ann, here on Gilligans Isle.
==================================================
Gilligan's Island: "Return to the Island"
Gilligan was crouching in the bushes again, peering through the
foliage, at
the sweetwater pool and the waterfall.
Her back was toward him as she stood 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, turn around, Mary Ann" 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 the
feminine,
naked bottom through the flowing water.
The water broke again as the woman backed out of the white water, and
she
turned around.
"Oh, drat!" Gilligan muttered. He stopped stroking his cock. It was
Mrs.
Howell.
Still, Gilligan's eyes remained glued to her naked body. She wasn't
badly
built for an older lady -- there was some sagging in her full breasts,
but
they were pretty nice all the same.
He reached down and began stroking his cock again.
There was more movement in the waterfall.
Gilligan almost fell over when he saw the Skipper emerge from under the
water, completely naked and fully erect. Mrs. Howell turned, and
kissed
him full on the lips. The Skipper's hands roamed down Mrs. Howell's
back,
and clutched at her ass cheeks.
Fascinated, Gilligan forgot what he was doing. His eyes bugged as Mrs.
Howell reached down and grabbed hold of the Skipper's massive cock and
guided it between her legs. He saw the tip emerge just under the cleft
of
her ass, its purplish head pulsing and growing even larger.
She wrapped her arms around the Skipper's neck, and pulled her legs up,
wrapping them around the Skipper's hips. The Skipper's strong hands
pulled
up against her ass, raising her further up, until his cockhead slid
between
her open pussy lips.
He lowered her slowly, impaling her on his huge member.
Gilligan looked down, and remembered to stroke his own cock. It didn't
take much, with the show going on in front of him. With a quiet grunt,
he
came, spattering the leaves on the bushes in front of him.
He tucked his cock back into his pants, but continued to watch, as the
Skipper bounced Mrs. Howell gently, his cock sliding in and out of her
as
she gasped with pleasure.
Mrs. Howell threw her head backwards. "She must be coming," Gilligan
thought.
She was. Gilligan heard a sharp gasp, which she smothered against the
Skipper's shoulder.
The Skipper was coming, too. Gilligan could see his semen pouring from
Mrs. Howell's cunt, running down the Skipper's cock to his balls, and
dripping into the water.
The couple slid down into the water of the pool, and Mrs. Howell kissed
him
again.
Gilligan slipped backwards and disappeared into the jungle.
...........................................................
Meanwhile, Thurston Howell was on the other side of the island, where
he
had stashed the barrel of Scotch.
As he worked his siphon tube, filling some empty bottles, he ruefully
tapped the side of the barrel. The hollow sound told the sad story.
The
barrel was nearly empty.
For the first couple of weeks after he had found the barrel, he had
consumed about a gallon a day. But when he reached the halfway point,
he
slowed down. And slowed down still further when he had reached the
quarter
point.
The barrel was now tilted up onto one edge, and Howell was drawing out
the
last of the nectar. He looked around him, doubting he would even have
enough to fill all the empties he had carted down here.
"Water!" he thought, suddenly. "It seems a sacrilege, but perhaps I
should
add water to stretch out the remainder... at least on the last couple
of
bottles."
He only filled the last three bottles three-quarters full.
...........................................................
The Professor stirred a pale yellow liquid in a bamboo cup. He reached
over, picked up a makeshift vial, and poured in a few drops of its
contents. The yellow liquid turned bright blue.
Mary Ann stepped up behind him. She peered into the cup.
"So what does that mean?" she asked, nervously.
"That's a negative indication," the Professor said.
Mary Ann sighed, relieved. "Then I'm not pregnant, after all."
"Not this time, my dear," the Professor said. "We've just got to be
careful about counting days."
Mary Ann nodded. "I wish I was like Ginger -- she had her tubes tied a
long time ago."
"Well," sighed the Professor, "if you were in the position of having to
screw for every acting role you got..."
...........................................................
Gilligan stepped into the doorway of the hut he shared with Ginger.
She
was sitting in front of her vanity, peering into the makeshift mirror,
applying some of the lipstick the Professor had made up for her.
Gilligan stepped quietly up behind her.
"Didn't I tell you not to sneak up on me?" Ginger snapped, turning
around.
"How'd you know I was here?" Gilligan asked.
"That's my secret," she smiled. If he couldn't figure out the mirror,
she
wasn't going to tell him. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in Gilligan's
pants.
"Gee, Gilligan, are you excited to see me, or did you bring me a
present?"
she grinned.
"A little of both," Gilligan beamed. He untied his trousers, and let
them
drop. His erection, which had not abated since he watched Mrs. Howell
and
the Skipper in the pool, sprang forth.
"And I just put on lipstick," Ginger moaned. "Oh, well..."
She leaned forward, and touched her lips to the tip of Gilligan's cock.
Gilligan moaned softly as her lips enveloped his glans, and the warmth
of
her mouth flowed over his member.
She reached up and cupped his balls, massaging them gently as her
tongue
swirled under his cockhead. She felt his balls tighten, and clamped
her
lips tightly around his shaft as he erupted, filling the back of her
mouth
with his semen.
Swallowing, she leaned back in her chair, and looked at Gilligan's
lipstick-streaked organ.
"You're not wilting," she noted. "You must have seen something really
exciting."
Gilligan grinned. "You won't believe it," he said. "You might even
have
to see it for yourself."
"Maybe later," she mused. "Meanwhile, let's not let this go to waste."
She stood up, unfastened a tie-string, and her robe fell to the floor.
She pushed Gilligan back toward the bed. Gilligan backed up until his
legs
met the edge of the bed, then he dropped down onto his back.
Ginger climbed up on top of him, on her knees, straddling his hips.
She
lowered herself slowly on Gilligan's cock, guiding him with her
fingertips,
until she had just his cockhead inside her.
She squeezed her vaginal muscles, in a way she knew drove Gilligan
wild.
With a grunt, Gilligan pushed his hips upward, entering her completely.
Ginger smiled. She leaned forward, pulling her breasts close to
Gilligan's
chest. Gilligan reached up and wrapped his arms around her, drawing
her
close.
He rolled them over, so that Ginger was on her back. He began to pump
slowly, his cock slipping out to just the point of removal, then back
in
again, deeply, so that his cockhead bounced against her cervix.
Ginger began to moan softly, her clit throbbing against his dickshaft,
her
tits pressed hard against Gilligan's rough shirt and chest.
"Yes, yes," she hissed. "Yess.... YES!"
Her cunt clamped down on him, and Gilligan held still while she
climaxed,
her pussy vibrating around his cock, as she thrashed her head from
right to
left.
As the contractions subsided, he began to stroke again.
She met each stroke with a movement of her hips, drawing him deeper and
deeper with each stroke, until his hips slapped hers with an audible
clap.
Gilligan took a deep breath and held it. Ginger quickly wrapped her
legs
around Gilligan's hips, holding him deep inside her.
Gilligan exploded, stars bursting in his head as he burst inside her.
...........................................................
As Mr. Howell neared the sweetwater pool, he heard splashing and
laughter.
That voice sounded like the Captain.
He stopped and set down the three bottles, and slipped into the bushes,
and
sneaked up toward the pool.
It was the Captain, all right. He was naked, and on the shore next to
the
sweetwater pool... on top of a feminine form.
"Well, well, well," Howell mused. "So the Captain's getting some
nookie.
I wonder which of the girls he's stealing."
He was well aware that the youngsters had paired off, and that the
Skipper
had been left alone. So which one had he taken? Mary Ann? The
Professor
didn't really seem like the sharing type. Ginger? Was Gilligan so
stupid
that he'd let her get away?
The couple rolled over, so that the woman was on top. Howell peered
through the foliage and gasped.
"NO!" his thoughts roared, and he suppressed a shout. "It's LOVEY!"
...........................................................
Mary Ann looked at the grid the Professor had drawn on a woven
palm-leaf
panel. He had marked red X's in some of the squares.
"These are the days we can't fool around," the Professor pointed.
"What's today again?" Mary Ann asked.
The Professor pointed at a square.
"There's no red X there," Mary Ann said, smiling.
"No, as a matter of fact..." He turned to face her.
She had untied her top, allowing it to slide off her shoulders. Her
pert
breasts bobbled a little as she stepped forward into his arms. She
pressed
her lips against his, her tongue darting forth to brush against his
teeth.
His tongue slid under hers.
His fingers found her nipples, pinching them gently into erection.
She backed up, pulling him along, until she reached the side of the
bed.
She sank down, and he rode along with her, as she wrapped her legs
around
his hips. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock against her cunt,
even
through their clothes.
She pushed him back, and wriggled out of her tight-fitting shorts. The
Professor unfastened his pants and allowed his surging member freedom.
As
his pants dropped down his legs, Mary Ann grabbed his penis, and pulled
it
toward her sopping-wet hole.
The Professor slid in, and as his pubic bone met hers, he rolled them
over
onto the bed, with Mary Ann on top.
Mary Ann licked her lips as she used her legs to push herself up and
down
on the Professor's cock. He reached down between her legs, and tickled
her
clit as she moved.
Mary Ann gasped, her cunt squeezing hard around his cock; then she
began
slowly sliding up and down again.
...........................................................
At the sweetwater pool, Mrs. Howell arched her back, her body shivering
with another massive orgasm. The Skipper's body quivered, his huge
cock
buried deep inside her, until he could hold back no longer.
His balls erupted, sending a course of hot semen out through his cock,
and
having no where to go inside her, gushed back out and running down his
balls.
She rolled off of him, gasping for breath. As she lay beside him in
the
grass, she noticed the shadows darkening around them.
"Oh, my!" she said. "Look at the time! I've got to get back to the
hut
before Thurston gets back."
The Skipper nodded, still breathless.
Lovey slipped back into the pool and washed herself off, then waded
back to
her clothing on the opposite side of the pool.
The Skipper raised himself up on one arm as she waved good-bye. As she
slipped down the path to the compound, he managed to find his feet, and
stepped into the pool to wash Mrs. Howell off of him.
...........................................................
The Professor groaned, and his cock jerked inside Mary Ann's tight
cunt.
He filled her with his semen, a little bit leaking out around his
penis.
Mary Ann smiled, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
"I'd better clean up and get dressed," she whispered. "Otherwise,
there
won't be any supper tonight."
"Don't hurry," the Professor murmured back. "I enjoy watching you walk
around naked."
...........................................................
Mr. Howell sat with his back to a palm tree, watching the waves crash
on
the beach, and talked to himself.
He had nearly emptied one of his last bottles of Scotch.
"She's fucking around on me," he muttered, taking another swig.
He stared at the waves. "Maybe she's always fucked around on me."
Another swig.
"Oh my gosh," he muttered. "What if Thurston Four isn't my son? But
he
has to be. I remember the night..."
He smiled, wistfully. He took another swig.
"One thing for sure, he has the Howell winkie."
He thought for a moment.
"I THINK he has the Howell winkie. The last time I saw it was... it
was..."
He thought harder.
"Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen his winkie. The
nurses
and nannies and boarding school..."
He took another swig.
"When I get back to civilization, I demand to see my son's winkie!"
...........................................................
Mary Ann and Ginger worked together in the 'kitchen' area of the
compound,
preparing supper.
As they worked, Ginger turned suddenly into Mary Ann's path. They
bumped
together.
Mary Ann nearly dropped her tray, lunging for it, she pushed against
Ginger
with one hand, the fingers pressing against Ginger's breast.
Ginger caught her as Mary Ann caught the tray. She held her up as Mary
Ann
recovered her balance.
"You know," Ginger whispered, "since you moved in with the Professor,
I've
sorta missed the touch of your hand."
Mary Ann smiled shyly. "I've sorta missed you, too."
"How about we two girls slipping off together after supper?"
Mary Ann grinned. "A little dessert, perhaps?"
Ginger nodded.
"Okay. Sure. What do we tell the guys?"
"We don't have to tell them anything. Remember? Tonight's the regular
poker game."
...........................................................
Mr. Howell lifted the Scotch bottle to his lips. He drained the last
of
the bottle, then shook it.
He tossed the empty aside, and sat with his head bent forward.
"Fucking around on me, eh?"
He lifted his head and took a deep breath. "Well then, two can play at
that game."
He struggled to his feet and staggered toward the compound.
...........................................................
All through supper, Mr. Howell glanced over at the jovial Skipper, who
laughed and joked more than Howell could remember him having done for
months.
His wife sat next to him, primly eating the fruit and fish, looking
only at
her plate.
Howell thought he saw a twinkle in Ginger and Mary Ann's eyes when they
looked at each other, but he felt he must be mistaken.
When supper was over, and the dishes cleared away, the Professor
brought
out his deck of hand-made cards, and began to shuffle.
The other three men gathered around the table with their assorted
shells
and pebbles to gamble with.
Mrs. Howell sat beside her husband, and as they played, she kibbutzed
his
hands.
The two younger women stepped out of sight. It was a few minutes
before
Howell realized they were gone, but suddenly a light went on in his
head.
"Lovey," he said, sweetly. "I need to pay a visit to the 'little boy's
room'. Would you play in my place?"
"Of course, Thurston." She slid over, picked up the cards and began to
shuffle. "All right, boys, the game's five card draw, jacks or better
to
open, trips to win..."
Howell walked down the path toward the outhouses, but as soon as he was
out
of sight from the compound, he cut over to the direction Ginger and
Mary
Ann had slipped away in.
They hadn't gone very far. Howell was upon them before he thought he
might
be. He stepped into a small clearing, and there they were.
Both were naked; their clothing was scattered around the clearing as if
they were thrown aside hurredly. Ginger was atop Mary Ann, in a
classic
sixty-nine position, each face buried between the thighs of the other.
Neither had seen or heard him. Howell crept back into the foliage,
watching interestedly, his pants becoming a bit tight.
Ginger came first, lifting her head from between Mary Ann's legs to
moan
with a passion Howell had not seen before. Her body quaked for a
moment,
then she dove back down again.
Soon Mary Ann was gasping and shaking. Ginger rolled over, and the two
naked women clung to each other.
Howell smiled. He stepped out from the leaves and cleared his throat.
The two girls sat upright, clutching at their breasts.
"Mr. Howell!" Ginger exclaimed.
"Don't worry, my dears..." Howell leered. "I won't tell your
boyfriends --
my price is very low."
"Your price?" Mary Ann gasped.
Howell's smile was greasy. "Yes. I won't tell your boyfriends if
you'll
just give me a little piece."
Mary Ann and Ginger glanced at each other.
"You want us both at once, or one at a time?" Ginger asked, batting her
eyes.
(continued in 2/2)
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