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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND
Part 2
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.
......................................................................
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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