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Gilligan Mahshukah
part 3
"So we've got a real problem," said the Skipper with his
mouth full of mornings breakfast.
"You mean Gilligan really thinks he came from a long line
of headhunting cannibals?" asked Ginger incredulously.
"Oh that's ridiculous!" Mary Ann interjected, "He's the
sweetest, most gentle boy I've ever known."
"Well that may be so, Mary Ann," said the Skipper, "But
after he woke up from that dream he went out into the
jungle to stare at his ancestor some more."
"Oh, pooh," scoffed Mrs. Howell. "If he was a headhunter
why would he settle with the head he has?"
"Don't poo-poo heredity," instructed Mr. Howell. "Like
they say, 'Blood will tell.'"
Ginger shivered. "That's easy for you to say, Mr. Howell,
he didn't have a dream about turning YOU into a blue-plate
special!"
"That only shows that he does have some taste after all!"
said Mr. Howell with a lecherous smile. "I've had similar
dreams about you myself!"
Mrs. Howell was not amused by that comment, and announcing
they were done with breakfast dragged Mr. Howell back to
their hut.
"That dream really spooked him," said the Skipper. "He
said it all seemed so natural and familiar to him, as if
he's seen it all before!"
"He probably did!" said Ginger. "It sounded to me a lot
like a scene from an old Abbott and Costello movie!"
"Dream or no dream, Gilligan is NOT a cannibal and we all
know it," insisted Mary Ann.
"Yeah, but how are we going to convince HIM of that?"
asked the Skipper rhetorically.
At that moment Gilligan walked by the breakfast table with
a blank expression on his face.
"Hi, Gilligan!" said Mary Ann cheerfully. "Want some
breakfast?"
"How would you like to go fishing, little buddy?" asked
the Skipper as Gilligan continued by in a daze.
"Well," said Ginger. "The last time I saw an open-mouthed
stare like that was when I was entertaining some GI's at a
USO performance."
"How are we going to get Gilligan to forget about that
totem pole?" Mary Ann wondered aloud. The others shrugged
their shoulders, and cleared the breakfast table.
Later, while Mary Ann and Ginger were doing the breakfast
dishes, Gilligan's dilemma was still the topic of
conversation.
"Can you believe Gilligan actually believing he's descended
from a cannibal?" said Mary Ann to Ginger.
"It might explain the way he's looked at us before."
Ginger answered.
"I'm sure that has nothing to do with it," replied Mary
Ann. "Besides, I refuse to believe that Gilligan could do
harm to anyone."
"I don't know," said Ginger with a far-way, wistful look.
"I'm not sure I'd entirely mind being eaten once in a
while. I'm not used to the lack of male attention I get on
this island. A little excitement and danger would be a
nice change."
"Well," said Mary Ann sarcastically, "maybe this is your
opportunity. If you can get Gilligan's attention away from
that totem pole, that is."
Ginger's face brightened with a look of inspiration, and
then changed to a sly expression.
"Mary Ann," she said, "You've given me an idea."
Back at the totem pole Gilligan sat staring intently at the
faces on the pole; particularly the head on top. Ginger
slinked up wearing her sexiest gown and stood between the
totem pole and Gilligan, who just looked around her as if
she were a branch that had gotten in the way.
"Hi Gilligan," she said in her most alluring voice, "would
you like to take a nice, long walk with me in the jungle?"
"No Thanks," he said, almost as if he hadn't actually heard
what she had said.
"Then how about a cool, refreshing swim? I'll wear my
polka- dot bikini," she added, while gliding her hands over
the hour- glass shape of her figure. THAT should get his
attention, she thought.
"I wonder if they shrink a lot," was his only reply.
She laughed and flashed him a sexy smile. "If they did
there'd be only one dot left," she said, still talking
about her bikini.
The comment did momentarily divert his attention, though.
"No," he said. "I was wondering if those cannibals shrink
a lot of heads."
Gingers smile disappeared and she turned to glance at the
totem pole.
She threw her head back and made a 'tsk' sound. "Oh
Gilligan," she said as if talking to a silly child.
Getting down on her knees she put her hands gently on
Gilligan's lap and looked at him eye to eye. He couldn't
ignore her now. "You know, they say that she shortest
distance between two points is a straight line. Do you
know what I'm talking about?"
"No," he answered with a confused look on his face. "I
never was very good at math."
Ginger was not used to this. Any other man would have had
his tongue down her throat by now, she thought. More
direct methods would be required here, she decided, and
stood back up.
Reaching up she took hold of the straps which held her
dress up at her shoulders and slipped them off. She pulled
the dress down over her breasts and let it drop to her
waist. Then she shimmied the dress down over her luscious
wide hips and let it drop to the ground. She now stood
before Gilligan, naked, with her dress around her heels.
"Will you stop looking at that totem pole and look at me
for a minute," she said in a demanding tone.
Gilligan's mouth dropped open. He had dreamed about how
Ginger would look naked but this was the first time he had
ever actually seen her entirely in the buff with his eyes
open and his dick not in his hand. The totem pole was
momentarily forgotten.
Coming out of nowhere, he heard the sultry wail of a
saxophone as he slowly scanned his eyes up Ginger's naked
body. Her feet in white, high-heeled pumps; her long, firm
and shapely legs; her full thighs; the red patch of her
bush; her shapely, wide hips; the soft curve of her mons
venus; her narrow waist, oval navel and flat stomach; the
ridges of her ribs; her large full, white breasts with rosy
pink nipples; soft shoulders; long, slender neck and, of
course, her glamorous, movie star face and fiery red hair.
"Now," Ginger said in her most sexy, breathiest voice.
"What has that totem pole got that I haven't got?"
Gilligan couldn't speak. He could barely catch his breath.
The light of the sun reflecting off Ginger's hair made it
look like her head was glowing with fire, and her white
skin looked almost translucent. She looked to Gilligan
like an angel standing there. But as he looked at her
nakedness, his thoughts turned to things which could hardly
be described as angelic. He felt his mouth begin to water
as he remembered his dream.
Suddenly it was as if he were possessed. he fell forward
and grabbed hold of Ginger's hips and, as he had done in
his dream, he pushed his tongue into Ginger's navel.
She let out a sigh. "That's more like it," she said and
gently rested her hands on Gilligan's head. "But I think
you might like it better a little bit lower."
For once, Gilligan didn't need it explained to him. He
slid his tongue downward over the fine down of her red
pubic hair. His tongue spread open the flaps of her labia
and found the wet, smooth interior of her pussy.
Ginger took Gilligan by the shoulders and pulled him down
with her as she rolled backward onto the ground. Gilligan
was in between her legs and Ginger spread her legs open.
Gilligan spread the flaps of her labia with his hands and
peered into the juicy pinkness of her pussy. He slowly
licked around the pink interior until his tongue found the
bump of her clitoris, which he clamped his lips around and
sucked, flicking her clit with his tongue as he did so.
"Oh Gilligan," she moaned in pleasure, "now that's what I
call a cannibal!"
End of Part 3
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