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Subject: "Gilligan Mahshukah" part 2
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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.
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