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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND
Return to the Island 1/2
Part 4
(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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