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Subject: "GILLIGAN'S ISLAND" (Part 5)
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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND
Return to the Island 2/2
Part 5
...........................................................
Back at the poker game, Mrs. Howell sat with a large pile
of shells and pebbles. The three men across the table had
nothing.
"Looks like the game's over," the Professor noted.
Mrs. Howell smiled. "Not necessarily..."
...........................................................
"You've got too many clothes on," Ginger said, a sultry
tone sounding in her voice.
Howell gulped, then hurriedly began disrobing.
As he dropped his pants, his smallish -- but very stiff --
member was exposed through a slit in his shorts. Ginger
got up to her knees and wiggled over toward him, taking
Howell's cock between her fingers.
She stroked it gently, watching a clear drop form on the
tip. She smiled up at him briefly, then touched it with
the tip of her tongue.
Howell moaned as she slipped her lips around his cockhead,
swirling her tongue underneath.
He slid down, lying on his back as Ginger continued to suck
on his cock. Mary Ann knelt down by his head, facing
Ginger. She wiggled forward, lowering her pussy over
Howell's face.
Howell began to lick furiously at Mary Ann's slit, as she
moved slightly forward and back over his face.
Ginger raised her head, watching Mary Ann's nipples harden
as she stroked Howell's cock gently.
With a small smile, Ginger moved forward, straddled
Howell's hips, and raised herself over his cock. She
maneuvered his organ between her nether lips, and lowered
herself again, encasing his cock with cunt.
Mary Ann leaned forward slightly. Ginger reached out and
stroked her breast, her fingers caressing Mary Ann's
nipple.
Ginger's lips parted. Impulsively, Mary Ann leaned forward
to kiss those lips. Ginger's tongue slid between Mary
Ann's lips, the tip dancing around inside Mary Ann's mouth.
Howell's hips began to move, thrusting feebly. Ginger
broke the kiss, and began to move up and down in time with
Howell's thrusts.
Mary Ann continued to rock forward and back, pressing her
clit into Howell's chin.
Howell began to quiver and breathe shallowly.
Ginger winked at Mary Ann, and sat back, taking as much
Howell into her as he had. She squeezed her vaginal
muscles around his cock.
Howell grunted and came, his body shaking with the effort
of it. Mary Ann rolled off as he gasped for breath.
Ginger sat on his cock until it started to soften.
..........................................................
Mrs. Howell lay the cards on the table. "Three Kings."
The Skipper, Gilligan and the Professor threw their hands
onto the table.
"Pay up, fellows," she smiled.
The three men glanced at each other. They stood up,
nervously, and began to undress.
Mrs. Howell watched as the three men modestly tried to
cover themselves. The Skipper was having the most trouble
-- even with two hands he couldn't cover that big thing of
his.
"The game's really over now," the Professor said.
"One more hand," Lovey smiled.
...........................................................
Mary Ann nudged the sleeping Mr. Howell. "Stop snoring!"
Howell's eyes opened a crack. "Was I snoring?"
"You sure were," she snapped, her eyes flashing. "Besides
-- it's my turn."
"Your turn?..." Howell's eyes opened wider, blinking.
Mary Ann was kneeling beside him, naked. He glanced down
at her full bosom, freckles surrounding her dark nipples.
He glanced around. Ginger was sitting nearby, also naked.
His mind started to clear, and his memory slowly came back.
"Ah, yes, my dear," he cooed. "Your turn, indeed." He
reached down and gripped his cock and stroked it. It
remained flaccid. "But the equipment doesn't seem to be
functioning properly," he whined.
"Here," Mary Ann said, smiling slightly. "Let me try."
She bent forward, and placed her lips around the head of
Howell's limp cock. She sucked it gently, tickling the
head with her tongue.
Howell moaned softly as it began to swell.
Mary Ann stroked slowly, pulling blood into Howell's
swelling organ, until it was stiff enough to stand up on
its own. She swung her leg over him, straddling his hips,
but facing his feet. Howell's cock stood up in front of
her dark bush, looking almost as if it were hers.
She continued to stroke his penis with one hand, as she
raised herself up. She guided the head of his cock to the
entrance to her wet womanhood.
Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself on his shaft. He
was nowhere near as big as the Professor, but by golly, it
felt almost as good inside her.
She began to move, slowly, up and down. She was careful
not to let the very tip of his cock slip out of her.
Howell began to moan. His hands reached up and gripped her
hips, pulling her down, trying to thrust deeply into her.
Mary Ann waited until she saw the skin of his scrotum
tighten up, then sank down on him, allowing him to plunge
as deeply as he could into her as his cock spurted inside
her.
...........................................................
Lovey lay down her hand. "Three Kings."
The three men dropped their cards on the table,
disgustedly.
She smiled. "Don't feel so bad, fellows," she cooed.
"What I want you to do won't be so bad."
She stood up. The three men remained seated, somewhat
embarrassed at their nakedness.
Lovey reached behind her and untied a small bow. Her dress
slid forward. She shrugged out of the sleeves, and it fell
to the ground.
She wore nothing underneath.
"See?" she smiled. "You only had to win one hand."
Gilligan's eyes goggled. "Your body is beautiful," he
breathed. "I never knew..."
"Now," she said, her voice low and husky, "I want you all
to make love to me -- all at once."
"All at once?" the Professor frowned.
Lovey nodded. "Come on over here." She turned, and
stepped over to a clear area in the sand.
The Skipper stood up. As much as he might protest in front
of the other men, his cock stood tall and proud, betraying
his attraction to the married lady.
Lovey took his hand, and pulled him around. She pushed him
gently, and he took her silent command. He lay down on the
sand, his huge penis rising up between Lovey's legs as she
stood over him, one foot at either side of his hips.
"Gilligan, get behind me," she said. "And Professor, you
stand here." She pointed to the Skipper's head.
The two men nervously got into position.
Lovey dropped down to her knees, grasped the Skipper's
cock, and set it into position at the opening to her cunt.
The Professor and Gilligan watched interestedly as she
lowered herself onto the huge member.
As she reached the bottom, taking most of him inside her,
she leaned forward.
"Now, Gilligan," she whispered. "There's your opening."
Gilligan knelt down quickly. He slipped up between the
Skipper's legs, and with one hand, held the tip of his cock
to the pink pucker of Lovey's asshole.
"Ease it in, dear boy," she whispered. "Go slowly."
Gilligan pressed forward. As he pushed, he felt Lovey
release her sphincter, and his glans eased into her.
"That's two," Lovey breathed. "Professor?"
She reached up and grasped the Professor's erection. He
knelt down, one knee on each side of the Skipper's head.
Lovey's lips encircled his cockhead, her tongue darting
around it.
The Professor moaned. "Oh my gosh," he muttered.
She reached behind him, grabbed his asscheeks, and pulled
him into her mouth. She opened her throat, allowing his
cockhead to slip futher inside, her neck bulging with the
intrusion.
The Professor jerked. Lovey pulled back to breathe, and
was surprised by the first splurt of the Professor's come
at the back of her mouth. She held still as he finished
coming, then pulled back. She smiled up at the Professor,
and made a show of swallowing his semen.
"That's one down," she said, softly.
Gilligan was having a time keeping his cock inside Lovey's
asshole. Every time he would push it in, she would move,
either to accommodate the Professor, or because the
Skipper's cock was sliding gently in and out of her cunt.
As Lovey finished up with the Professor, she pushed her
upper body upwards, and her ass backwards against
Gilligan's cock.
"Strike deep, dear boy," she said, turning her head to look
at Gilligan.
Gilligan complied, thrusting his hips forward with a grunt.
His cock slid into the brown puckered rosebud, until the
fuzz of his pubic hair was pressed up against the crack of
her ass.
Lovey straightened up, her anus gripping Gilligan's cock
tightly.
Gilligan nearly lost his footing. He grabbed at Lovey, his
hands finding a grip on her swinging breasts.
"Yes, that's it," she purred. "Come inside my ass, dear
boy. Come inside me."
She rocked forward and backward a bit, squeezing Gilligan's
cock in her ass, riding the Skipper's huge member.
Gilligan could feel the Skipper's cock, too. He felt his
own balls tighten until he could not stop the feeling. He
came, three heavy spurts, deep inside Lovey's rectum. He
fell forward against Lovey's back, his cock sliding out of
her. He slipped down to his knees, then slid down Lovey's
back until he was sitting on his feet, but still between
the Skipper's legs.
"Two down," Lovey whispered.
...........................................................
Mary Ann looked over at Ginger. She lifted herself off
Thurston's body, now sound asleep on the ground. His limp
cock had already slipped out of her, and was sleeping
soundly itself.
"Y'know," Ginger whispered, "If Mr. Howell is here, who's
playing cards with the guys?"
"Mrs. Howell's the only one left..." Mary Ann reasoned.
"You don't think she'd..."
"Not Mrs. Howell."
"Look," Ginger gathered up her legs under her. "You and I
both fucked her husband -- and we both know how lousy he
was at it."
Mary Ann nodded.
"So, if you had been married to him for twenty or thirty
years, and you were in an area where there was sex --
really good sex -- going on all around you, don't you think
you'd get horny, too?"
"Probably, but who do you think she's doing it with? Not
my Professor. He wouldn't..."
"Wouldn't he? I think Gilligan probably would. I've seen
him staring at Mrs. Howell sometimes."
"Gilligan stares at everybody," Mary Ann frowned. "I'll
bet it's the Skipper. After all, he hasn't been getting
any, either."
Mr. Howell moaned. He smacked his lips in his sleep,
muttering "nookie, nookie, nookie."
Mary Ann and Ginger snickered quietly.
"Let's sneak back to the compound and take a peek," Mary
Ann suggested. "Maybe we'll get a peek at how big the
Skipper really is."
Ginger nodded. "Gilligan mentioned once he was built like
a horse -- or bigger."
They got up, put on a minimum of clothes, and slipped
quietly down the path to the huts.
...........................................................
Gilligan opened his eyes and looked straight ahead -- right
into Lovey's freshly used asshole, and the Skipper's huge
penis sliding into her well-lubricated pussy.
Curiously, he reached forward and cupped the Skipper's
ball-sack, and felt the testicles inside retract.
The Skipper moaned softly, and Gilligan watched in
fascination as the Skipper began to come, a gush of semen
going into -- and back out of -- Lovey's overfull cunt.
As he finished, Lovey stood up, her labia and thighs
covered with the Skipper's sticky come.
"Three down," she smiled, and raised her hands over her
head. "Winner and still champion!"
There was a small crack as a tiny fallen branch was stepped
upon.
Mrs. Howell turned, slowly, her arms still raised to face
Mary Ann and Ginger, who had just emerged from the jungle.
The two younger women surveyed the area. The Skipper was
splayed out on the ground, his elephantine cock lying limp
and wet against his belly. Gilligan was sitting on his
feet, his penis also limp, and streaked with brown. The
Professor was also naked, but was seated at the table, his
head cradled on his arms, snoozing.
Mrs. Howell slowly lowered her arms. "Oh, my..."
"All three of them," Mary Ann muttered. "She's done all
three of them."
Ginger nodded.
"Don't get the wrong idea, girls," Lovey said. "I'm not
developing a relationship here, I was just getting laid."
"Laid, indeed," Ginger said. "Even in all my years in
Hollywood, I never did three guys at once." She glanced at
Mary Ann. "Two, but not three."
"T'was nothing," Mrs. Howell said. "I didn't even come."
"I know how that feels," Mary Ann said.
"We both do," Ginger added.
Lovey's face looked puzzled.
"We just left your husband at the small clearing just up
the path," Ginger said, gesturing with a thumb.
Mary Ann nodded. "And I'll bet his dick -- what little
there is of it -- is still sticking out."
Lovey grabbed for her gown, and dashed up the path,
struggling into the garment. "Oh! Thurston....!"
Ginger and Mary Ann stomped toward the men.
The Professor looked up at Mary Ann, tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, darling," he whined.
Mary Ann shook her head. "That's not going to do it," she
said, a glint in her eye. "You're just going to have to
SHOW me how sorry you are." She gestured in the direction
of their hut. "I'll meet you there in five minutes."
The Professor got up, gathered up his clothing, and rushed
off to his hut.
Ginger stood in front of Gilligan. "Well?"
"I'm sorry too," Gilligan said, softly.
"I'll be the judge of that," Ginger snapped. "Now go wash
that thing off."
Gilligan scrambled to his feet. "Then can we fool around?"
One look from Ginger withered him. He grabbed his pants,
and dashed off toward the bathing pool.
The two girls turned toward the Skipper.
He started to get up, but Mary Ann touched his shoulder.
"Just stay right there," Ginger said, her voice betraying
her lust. "I want to see that thing at full staff." She
pointed at the Skipper's dick.
She pulled off her scanty top, revealing her pink-tipped
boobs. She glanced down to see stirrings in the Skipper's
cock, and smiled.
Mary Ann pulled off her own top. Her brown nipples were
already erect. She pulled off her shorts, and stepped over
the Skipper's chest, straddling him. He gazed up to her
dark bush, and the pink lips under it.
Mary Ann knelt down, her shins on the Skipper's shoulders,
her knees just beside his head.
"Mary Ann, I can't move," the Skipper protested.
"You don't need to move," she responded, and lowered
herself over his face, hovering with her pussy just above
his lips. "Just move your tongue," she said, and lowered
herself further, pushing herself against his mouth.
His tongue slid out, and he drew it along her labia, to the
apex where he found her her hot, budding clit. Mary Ann
drew a long breath through her teeth.
"That's the spot. Suck it."
The Skipper complied.
Ginger knelt down and grasped the Skipper's massive cock,
holding it with both hands as she began to stroke it
gently.
As it filled with blood, becoming hard and hot, she moved
up, straddling his hips. She raised up, and with both
hands, held the tip of his monster to the opening to her
honeyhole.
She gasped as the huge cockhead pressed against her
sensitive clit. Her body resisted against the invasion of
the massive member. She reached down with both hands and
spread her pussy lips open, allowing her moist and slippery
inner lips to glide over the Skipper's glans.
His giant prick began to slide into her, as she slowly
lowered herself onto it.
"Oh ... my ... gosh ... " she gasped as she took him
into her.
"Oh, yes!" Mary Ann breathed. "He knows how to eat pussy,
too!" She rocked slowly forward and backward, rubbing
herself into his mouth and mobile tongue.
Ginger had about half of the Skipper's cock inside her, but
she felt so full. Her clit was pulled up, as her outer
lips pulled against the Skipper's dry cockskin; it was
rubbing against the Skipper's shaft in a painful position.
She stopped her downward motion, and pulled back a little.
The Skipper's cock drew out some of her natural lubrication
with it, relieving some of the skin-to-skin friction.
She lowered herself again, taking more of him inside her
this time. She watched Mary Ann's back as the other girl
writhed over the Skipper's mouth.
Ginger grunted as the Skipper's cockhead bumped against her
cervix. She couldn't take any more of him inside her. She
had never felt so full.
Using her legs, she began to slowly raise and lower herself
on the huge shaft, her clit dragging along the veined top
side of his cock, exciting her still further.
She reached forward and touched Mary Ann's back. Mary Ann
leaned backward, arching her back. Ginger reached around
Mary Ann and grasped her breasts, Mary Ann's nipples
pressing hard between Ginger's fingers.
"Oh, Gowd," Mary Ann gasped, her body quivering. "I'm
coming! I'm coming!"
Ginger felt the beginnings of a massive orgasm starting
within her, too. She pushed herself down, taking the
Skipper's cock as deeply as she could. Her vaginal muscles
spasmed, clasping at the massive timber as her body shook
with the force of the orgasm. She squeezed Mary Ann's
boobs.
As Mary Ann's orgasm diminished, she collapsed backward
against Ginger, pushing Ginger even further down on the
Skipper's cock. Ginger cried out in pain, and rolled off
to her right, pulling herself off the tentpole of the
Skipper's penis.
Ginger lay on the sand, panting, recovering. Mary Ann
turned around and grasped the Skipper's cock with both
hands, pumping it them up and down furiously.
The Skipper grunted, and Mary Ann bent forward, placing her
lips against the opening at the tip of the Skipper's cock.
Immediately she was rewarded with a spurt of semen which
filled her mouth. The second spurt overflowed it. The
third geysered into the air, as Mary Ann slid out of its
way.
........................................................................
Mary Ann stumbled back to the hut she shared with the
Professor. She dropped her clothing, which she had not put
back on, into the makeshift hamper, and crawled into the
bed nude.
She felt for the Professor, but he was not in the bed.
Exhausted, she thought briefly that he must have gone to
the outhouse, then darkness overtook her and she collapsed
into sleep.
.......................................................................
Ginger staggered back to her hut, her loins burning. The
Skipper had to have been the largest man she had ever
fucked. She too was naked, her clothing still in the
compound. She glanced at the bed before she crawled in;
Gilligan must still be at the bathing pool.
She slid under the rough quilt, and turned her face away
from the door, lying on her side.
She heard the door open quietly. Gilligan was home.
She heard him drop his clothing in a pile on the floor, and
felt him climb into the bed behind her.
One arm fell around her waist, his body snuggling up behind
her -- an erection pressing hard against her ass.
Ginger sighed. "Not tonight, dear..."
Silently, his hand was on her hip, pressing her over onto
her belly. He climbed between her legs, pressing them
apart. She felt his erection pressing against her pussy,
his breath hot on her back.
He entered her without preface. Ginger winced, her pussy
being stretched again so soon after... but it did feel
good.
...................................................................
Mary Ann awoke slowly. She felt the Professor behind her
-- over her, since she was lying on her belly.
He grasped her hips, raising them slightly. Mary Ann
sighed, and cooperated, pulling her knees up, raising her
ass.
He pressed his cock into her slowly, sliding into her
still-wet cunt. When his hips reached her ass, he withdrew
and thrust again, harder.
Mary Ann grunted with each stroke. She was hardly horny,
after having the powerful orgasm back in the compound, but
this was pleasurable -- and a little different.
She felt her lover's breath on her back, as she met each of
his thrusts with one of her own.
...................................................................
Ginger fought against the burning sensation of the rubbing
of her stretched skin to find the pleasure underneath. She
was almost to the point of enjoying the doggie-style fuck,
when he grunted and thrust deeply into her.
"Oh, Gilligan," she moaned. "Couldn't you have held back a
little..."
She turned her head to look at her lover.
"Professor!"
...................................................................
Mary Ann was getting close to orgasm again. She squeezed
her vaginal muscles, holding on to his cock with each
thrust, until...
He moaned and came, his penis throbbing inside her until
the last spurt, then he pulled out.
Mary Ann rolled over and gazed into the face of...
"Gilligan!"
.....................................................................
Lovey supported most of her husband's weight as he stumbled
down the path toward their hut. As they approached the
compound, there was a disturbance by Ginger's hut.
"Out! Out! OUT!" Ginger shouted.
The Professor fell backwards out the door, clutching at his
crotch.
Ginger followed him out the door, standing naked in the
moonlight.
Nearby, a similar disturbance was also occurring. The door
to the Professor's hut burst open, and Gilligan
somersaulted backwards out the door.
A naked, furious Mary Ann kicked at Gilligan's rolling
body.
Gilligan dodged, and rolled over, scrambling to his feet.
He ran over to Ginger, who stood akimbo in the doorway of
her hut. The Professor jumped up and dashed over to his
hut, where Mary Ann stood in a similar stance.
"Just where do you think you're going?" the two girls
asked in unison.
"But, But, But..." Gilligan stammered.
Ginger pointed toward the Skipper's hut. "Go sleep there."
Mary Ann stepped aside. "Go on in, Professor."
The Professor stepped through the door. Mary Ann closed it
after him. She went over to Ginger's hut, and the two of
them went inside and closed the door.
Lovey shook her husband, who had fallen asleep on his feet.
"Come on, dear. It looks like everything is back to
normal."
"Normal? Nookie?" Thurston muttered.
..................................................................
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.
No phones, no lights, no motorcars, Not a single luxury.
Like Robinson Ca-ru-soe, 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!
...................................................................
THE END
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