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Subject: "Gilligan Mahshukah" part 2
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Gilligan Mahshukah
part 2
Gilligan had never had much trouble sleeping and, even in
his current state of anxiety, he was soon falling fast
asleep. As he faded off, the image of the head on the
totem pole continued to plague him, and although there was
none in the original episode (but then again, there was no
SEX in the original episode either), he began to detect the
wavy images and tinkling music of an upcoming dream
sequence.
He could feel the bamboo crown of the totem pole head on
his own head and his torso was covered with a reed
breastplate. Around his hips was the grass skirt of a
native and his wrists and ankles were adorned by brightly
colored bird feathers. He could feel and smell the
warpaint which covered his face and body as he lurked in a
cover of jungle shrubbery.
He listened, and could hear a voice approaching.
"Here we go gathering nuts in May, nuts in May, nuts in
May."
It was the sweet and innocent voice of Mary Ann as she
skipped down the jungle path carrying a basket of fruit.
She was dressed in Gilligan's favorite outfit: her short,
almost bare shouldered, yellow halter top and her short
denim cut-offs, cut just short enough to show the slight
curve of her buttocks where they met with her delectable
thighs. Missing was the rise in front that usually hid her
bellybutton, which now winked at him from above her tight
shorts reminding him of a sweet lifesaver candy ready to be
licked. The sight of her made his mouth water and his
stomach rumble, and as she passed him he sprang on her from
his jungle cover like a pouncing leopard.
"Eeak", she screamed and dropped the basket of fruit. He
grabbed her and dragged her over to a nearby stake.
"Oh, kind sir! You have such a kind face. How can I talk
you out of doing this horrible deed!" she pleaded as he
pushed her up against the stake and started to tie her
hands to the stake with some jungle vines.
"Oh, please! Do not harm me cannibal!" she begged, as he
tightened the vines around her lithe body.
He started a dance around her, and as he did so he heard a
chorus of drums begin to beat a sensual rhythm. Turning
around, he saw two large cooking pots nearby, one taller
and narrower, the other a little shorter and wider. He
stooped to pick up the fruit that Mary Ann had dropped and,
walking over to the shorter pot, he threw it in. Picking
up a large spoon he stirred the water in the pot, and
scooped up a small amount of it which he brought to his
lips to taste.
It tasted like hot water.
"Needs salt," he said, and grabbing a handful of salt from
a nearby box he dropped it into the steaming water and
tasted it again. This time it tasted just like onion soup.
He also discovered that he now had a bone in his nose.
Turning around again he looked over at Mary Ann. He wasn't
sure how she'd gotten there (but one doesn't question a
dream, especially if you're Gilligan) but Ginger was now
tied to a stake right next to Mary Ann. Ginger was dressed
in her two-piece pink floral sarong. Her shoulders and
midriff were bare, and one creamy white leg protruded from
the slit in the lower part the sarong which covered her
from her ankles to her 24 inch waist. Next to her stood a
long-haired, muscle-bound cannibal warrior who was pinching
the meat on her voluptuous thigh. Ginger struggled
half-heartedly against her bonds as the warrior moved his
hands to feel her ample white belly. Concluding the
caress, he licked his fingers.
"I can't believe it's not butter!" the hunkish warrior
exclaimed in a funny Italian accent.
Gilligan strode toward the bound Mary Ann feeling very much
like the Cannibal King, and walked up to inspect his catch.
Looking down at her feet, which were bare, he brought his
gaze up to her delicate ankles, and then to her firm, trim
and tanned legs and lingered his gaze a while at her
equally firm, yet plump and curvy thighs. Letting his gaze
scan up past her tight-fitting shorts, he drank in the
sight of her perfect, flat tummy. He had lost count of how
many times he had looked at that tummy before and how many
times he had secretly fantasized about sticking his tongue
into her tiny, deep navel. Above her belly he could see
her nipples poking out through the fabric of her yellow
halter top, and the cleavage of her small, pert breasts
above the lace ruffles at the elastic edge. Her brown
chest and shoulders ended at the bottom of her long
tapering neck, above which was her innocent angelic face
surrounded by jet-black hair; braided into pig-tails.
Gilligan smacked his lips at the sight and poked her gently
on her perfect tummy. He had to know her taste, and this
was the place to do it.
He got down onto his knees, and unfastened the button on
her shorts. Pulling aside the flaps as he unzipped her
shorts, he leaned forward and plunged his tongue into her
waiting navel. She moaned and wiggled as he licked her
tummy in long, random sweeps. The taste reminded him of
roast beef au jus, which Mary Ann's golden brown coloring
had always reminded him of.
Standing back up Gilligan licked his lips again.
"UNGAWA!" he said with a big smile while rubbing his
belly, although he had no idea what the word meant or why
he said it.
Now he turned his attention to Ginger. As Mary Ann was
petite and dark, Ginger was tall, voluptuous and light.
Her long red hair fell about her pale white shoulders and
her pink sarong top barely contained her large, soft
breasts.
"Oh Gilligan, you wouldn't do anything to me, would you?
We've always been friends, Gilligan" she said in a
pleading, but still characteristically sensuous voice.
Gilligan did not answer. All he could do was to stare at
those breasts. He had always wanted to feast his eyes on
them, and now he would. Reaching out with his left hand,
he grabbed hold of the fabric encasing his prize, and he
gave it a firm pull. The sarong top fell away easily and
Ginger's breasts fell free.
They were white as buttermilk, with rosebud pink nipples at
the tips. Gilligan reached out his hands to stroke them.
They felt soft and velvety in his hands. They were large,
and more than a mouthful, so he opened his mouth wide and
wrapped his jaws around one of Ginger's milky-white globes.
He sucked it in as far as he could get it to go, and
swirled his tongue around her translucent titty-flesh. Her
breast tasted like vanilla ice- cream, with a sweet
maraschino cherry on top. He squeezed her other breast
with his hand as he licked around the one.
Switching, he moved his mouth to the other breast, which
had now picked up an added flavor of whipped cream. He
slid his tongue down the crease in the middle of her belly,
which tasted like white chocolate, down to her navel.
Pressing his tongue deep into Ginger's bellybutton, he
could taste one of Mary Ann's coconut-cream pies.
As he tongued Ginger's bellybutton, he ran his hands up her
legs under the sarong. From sensuous calves to tender
thighs to...
... He felt the soft down of her bush.
Removing his tongue from Ginger's navel he pulled aside the
flaps of the sarong, and as he did so he saw a flash of
red.
In seeming anticipation of what was coming next, Ginger
raised her legs and wrapped them around Gilligan's head.
He licked his lips in preparation for the next taste treat
and closed his eyes, ready to take the plunge into that
delightful patch of strawberry colored fur.
He brought up his hands and grabbed hold of Ginger's
sensual thighs, but...
Something was wrong. He felt...
HAIR!
Gilligan opened his eyes and fell backward out of the grip
of Ginger's legs, and looking up he saw that Ginger was
gone. In her place was a tall, thin man with a moustache.
"Hey, Waddaya think YOU'RE doing!" the man said in a
familiar voice. "What are ya, some kinda wise guy?"
Gilligan turned his head, and tied to the next stake where
Mary Ann should have been was a short, plump man dressed in
jungle khakis and a pith helmet.
"You've been a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad boy!" said the
man in a high pitched, whiny voice.
Gilligan woke up screaming.
End of Part 2
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