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[BEGIN]
"I take after Dracula," Howell muttered.  "Sunlight is hazardous to my
health."
"Get out there, or...."
"I'm going, I'm going..."  Howell staggered out the door.
Mrs. Howell put a cork in the bottle, and stashed it back in Thurston's
cabinet.  She sat down at her dressing table, and looked at herself in the
mirror.
"Now.  If the Professor and Gilligan were fooling around with Ginger and
Mary Ann, and Thurston was passed out like he always is, then the only
person who could have been with me was... the Captain."  She winked at
herself in the mirror.
"I do remember how sore I was the next morning.  The Captain must be hung
like my halfback."  She turned in her chair, thinking aloud.  "I've got to
get some of that fruit."
......................................................................
Mary Ann was coming.
"Nnnnnnngggggghh!" she gasped, "Oooooooooohhhh!"
She shook her head from side to side, her fingers pinching her nipples, her
pelvis tilting forward and back against Ginger's fingers, tongue and jaw.
Ginger sat back, lifting her head from Mary Ann's crotch, leaving her
fingers inside her pussy.
Mary Ann collapsed against the sand.  Ginger crawled up beside her, and lay
her head on Mary Ann's breast.  She kept her hand where it was.  Mary Ann
squeezed her legs together, holding Ginger's hand in place.
"Gosh, that was good," Mary Ann whispered.  "Who needs men?"
"Men are good for some things, though."
"Yeah, somebody's got to open the pickle jars."
Ginger giggled.  "On the other hand, there's nothing feels as good as a
hard cock..."
"Well, try this," Mary Ann said, pushing Ginger over onto her back.  She
reached down and pushed Ginger's legs apart and slipped down between them.
......................................................................
The Skipper was collecting shellfish for supper.  He was up to his knees in
the water, bending over, fumbling through the sandy bottom for them.
Mrs. Howell had just strolled to the lagoon, and spotted him.  She stood,
admiring the view of the Skipper's rear end, imagining that she could see
his sex organs hanging down under it.
"Yoo hoo, Captain!" Mrs. Howell called.
The Skipper straightened up, his hands full of shells.  "Oh, hello, Mrs.
Howell."
"Do you need some help with that?"
The Skipper looked at her.  "In all the years we've been here on this
island, this is the first time you've offered help."
As he said it, a sliver of a memory of one other time... no... that must have
been a dream.
Lovey smiled at him.  "There's a first time for everything."
She rolled up her pant legs, and waded out into the lagoon toward the
Skipper.  He moved toward her.  When they reached each other, the Skipper
handed her the shells he had collected, and turned back to get more.
She watched him bend over again, wanting to reach out and caress his
bottom.  She turned, reluctantly taking her eyes from his ass, and took the
shells to shore.
.......................................................................
The Professor held the flask to the light, swirling the clear juice.  "Very
nice," he said, turning to Gilligan.
They had mashed the fruits, and strained the juice using an improvised
centrifuge.  The fruits had produced a little over 30 cubic centimeters of
juice.
"Why didn't you use all the fruit?" Gilligan asked, holding up the three
remaining yellow globes.
"Simple," the Professor smiled.  "Seeds."
"Oh."  Gilligan set the fruits back on the Professor's lab table. "Oh!  I
get it.  We can plant these and grow more."
The Professor nodded and smiled.  "We're all ready for tonight."
......................................................................
Ginger looked down her body at the dark-haired Mary Ann, who had her face
buried in Ginger's pussy.
"Oh gosh.... mmmmmmm," she moaned.
Mary Ann raised her eyes, looking up at Ginger, her lips fastened around
Ginger's clit, her fingers inside her pussy.
Ginger raised up on her elbows, and threw her head back.  Her body was
shaking, and she rolled her pelvis against Mary Ann's mouth.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped, "Yes.... yes.... yesssss"
Her body seemed to explode, a rolling wave of orgasm sweeping over her.
She collapsed to the sand.  Mary Ann crawled up her body, kissing her way
up Ginger's torso, pausing a moment at her breasts, then proceeding on to
kiss her lips.
They lay together, wordlessly, exhausted on the sand.
......................................................................
The Skipper and Mrs. Howell carried the baskets of shellfish to the
compound, setting it on the table in their cooking area.  They looked
around for Ginger or Mary Ann.
Not finding them, the Captain gathered some firewood to start a pot boiling
to steam the shellfish.
"I'll be back after a while," Mrs. Howell said, gently.
The Skipper nodded, absently.
Mrs. Howell walked past her own hut, listening to hear Thurston mumbling to
himself.  He was back inside the hut again, probably drinking.
She walked quietly to the Professor's hut.  She tapped at the door.
"Professor?"
There was no answer.  She pushed the door open and crept inside.  She
looked around, and spotted the bright yellow fruits on the lab table.  She
slipped one of the fruits into her bra, between her breasts.
She slipped back out the door, and closed it behind her.
.......................................................................
Ginger and Mary Ann walked into the 'kitchen'.
"Let us take over now, Skipper," Mary Ann smiled.
"Okay," he nodded, and wandered back toward the lagoon.
.......................................................................
After supper that evening, Ginger and Mary Ann got up to fetch desert.  The
Professor nodded at Gilligan.  He then picked up the pitcher and refilled
all of their drinking cups.  Gilligan distracted the others, while the
Professor slipped some of his juice into Ginger and Mary Ann's cups.
The girls returned with another banana creme pie.  The Professor and
Gilligan smiled as they watched Mary Ann and Ginger drain their cups.
.......................................................................
The Professor volunteered to help Mary Ann with the dishes.  She looked at
him with a strange expression on her face.
They cleared the table, and carried them to the washtub.
Mr. Howell yawned, and said "I think I need a drink."  He got up and headed
toward his hut.
"Thurston," Mrs. Howell said, then she got up and followed him to their
hut.
Gilligan looked across the table at Ginger.  She batted her eyes at him.
"Did you want to say something, Gilligan?" she asked.
"W-W-Would you like to take a walk?" Gilligan stammered.
"Why would I want to walk with you?" Ginger pried.
"There's something down at the beach I want to show you."
"Oh," Ginger smiled.  "Well, okay then..."
Gilligan scrambled to his feet.  Ginger got up gracefully.  The two of them
walked off toward the lagoon, leaving the Skipper alone at the table.
The Skipper sat there for several minutes, picking his teeth.  Soon he
began to hear a sound something like a moose with a head cold.  Mr. Howell
must have fallen asleep.
The Skipper smiled and shook his head.  How could his wife have stood that
all these years?
He turned around and leaned back against the table, his toothpick stuck in
the corner of his mouth.  He looked up at the starry sky.
"All I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by," he muttered.
The door to the Howells' hut opened, and Lovey stepped out.  She looked
over to the table and spotted the Skipper.  She strolled up and sat down
beside him on the bench.
"He's unusually loud tonight," the Skipper commented.
"Yes."
They sat silently for a few minutes.
The Skipper looked up at the stars.  While he was looking away, Lovey quietly
slipped the yellow fruit out of her bra and put it into the fruit basket on
the table.
.......................................................................
The Professor and Mary Ann worked quietly, the Professor washing, Mary Ann
drying the dishes.  Every once in a while they would look at each other and
smile.
The dishes finally done, the Professor dried his hands.  He turned to Mary
Ann.
 
"Would you like to take an after-dinner stroll?"
Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight.  "Sure."
They walked together slowly down the path toward the sweetwater pool.
About halfway there, Mary Ann reached out and took his hand, and they
strolled hand-in-hand to the pool.
.......................................................................
Lovey cleared her throat.  The Skipper looked over at her.  She took a
banana from the fruit basket.
"You're not going to let me eat alone, are you?" she asked.
The Skipper shook his head.  He reached for the fruit basket, but Lovey
took the yellow fruit from the basket and handed it to him.
His face lit up.  "I thought these were all gone!"  He bit into it.
Lovey smiled.  She took the entire peeling off the banana, slowly and
deliberately.
The Skipper took another bite.
Lovey nibbled one end of the peeled banana.
......................................................................
Gilligan and Ginger reached the lagoon.  He picked up a few shells on the
beach and began to skip them into the surf.
Ginger watched for a few minutes, then said, "Is this what you brought me
here to see?"
Nervously, Gilligan turned to face her.  "No.... ummm..."
He stepped up closer to her.  He stood, nervously shifting from foot to
foot.
She batted her eyes at him.  "Yes, Gilligan?"
Finally, he leaned forward quickly and kissed her, a quick peck on the
lips.
He stepped back, half expecting her to slap him.  She reached out and took
his head between her hands, and pulled it toward her, planting a kiss on
him that would melt steel.
......................................................................
Mary Ann and the Professor reached the sweetwater pool.  The moon reflected
off the pool and the shimmering waterfall.
They turned to face each other, and the Professor wrapped his arms around
her.  She melted in his arms, tilting her head back.  He kissed her
tenatively, then with more passion, and she returned the kiss.
......................................................................
Lovey wrapped her lips around the banana, drawing it into her mouth
sensually.
The Skipper's jaw dropped, and he stared, watching her fellate the banana.
......................................................................
The Professor dropped to his knees in front of Mary Ann, and untied the
knot in her blouse.  It dropped open, revealing her lovely, firm breasts
and dark brown nipples.
He took first one, then the other nipple between his lips, tickling the tip
of each with his tongue and sucking gently.
She ran her fingers through his hair, her head tilted back, her eyes
closed.
......................................................................
Ginger dropped her hands to Gilligan's waist, and untied his drawstring
pants.  They fell to the sand.
She wrapped her fingers around his erection, and whispered in his ear, "Is
this what you brought me here to see?"
Gilligan gulped, and nodded.
Ginger dropped to her knees and sat back on her heels.  She turned his dick
to the left, to the right, then up and down, examining it from all angles.
She looked up and smiled.  "Gilligan, I think it's a penis."
.......................................................................
Lovey finished her banana, the Skipper still staring, his hands shaking.
She reached across the table and gripped his hand.
"Come on," she whispered.
"M-m-mrs. H-h-howell," he stammered.
"Lovey... please," she smiled.
"I-I-I don't think that..."
"Shhhh," she whispered.  "Don't worry about Thurston.  Listen.  You can
still hear him snore."
She stood up and pulled the Skipper to his feet, and led him down the
pathway into the jungle.
.......................................................................
Ginger wrapped her lips around the end of Gilligan's cock, swirling her
tongue around his cockhead.
Gilligan moaned, unconsciously bucking his hips, pushing his penis further
into her mouth.
"Easy, now, Gilligan," she said, gripping him firmly.  She applied her lips
and tongue to his cock again, cupping his balls with one hand, a firm grip
on his shaft with the other.
.......................................................................
Mary Ann moaned softly as the Professor kissed his way down her belly,
pushing his tongue into her navel.  His hands worked gently at her shorts,
unbuttoning them.  They slid down her legs, and she stepped out of them.
She dropped her open blouse off her shoulders and stood naked in the
moonlight.  The Professor sat back on his heels, looking at her.
She turned, slowly.  "Like what you see?"
"Prettiest girl on the island."
"Hummph.  That's not saying much."
"Prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"That's better."  She leaned over and kissed his lips.  "Now it's your
turn.  Stand up."
He scrambled to his feet.  Mary Ann unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped it
back over his shoulders.  She ran her hands down his hairless chest and
down his belly.  She unfastened his trousers, and let them drop.  Then she
pulled his boxer shorts down over his ass, and they joined his other
clothing on the ground.  He stepped out of his shoes as he freed his feet
from his pants, his penis erect and throbbing.
"Last one in's a rotten egg," she said, and dashed for the pool.
The Professor wasn't far behind her.  They hit the water at the same time,
spashing into the cold water.  They dove down, kissing under water, then
broke the surface in an embrace, their feet just touching bottom as their
heads bobbed at the surface.  They held each other tightly.
......................................................................
Gilligan tugged off his shirt and cap, and stepped out of his pants.
Ginger stood up and turned around.
"Unzip me," she said.
Gilligan fumbled for the zipper pull, then worked it slowly down her back.
The dress opened up, revealing her bare back -- no bra straps.  The zipper
ended just at the crack of her ass.
She shrugged out of the dress facing away from her, and let it drop slowly.
Gilligan stared at her ass, so round, so firm, so fully packed.  He reached
out and caressed it, gently, his hands shaking.
.......................................................................
Mary Ann wrapped her legs around the Professor's hips, clinging to him in
the water.  As they kissed, she worked herself up him, until the tip of his
penis was just at the entrance to her pussy.  She lowered herself on him,
taking his thick cock fully inside her.
The Professor stood in the water, marvelling at how the differential in
ambient temperature between the aqua pura and Mary Ann's internal vaginal
teperature...
What the hell... the cold water made her cunt feel even hotter.
He gripped her tighter.
.......................................................................
Lovey and the Skipper found a small clearing in the jungle and sat down.
Lovey wrapped her arms around the Skipper's neck and kissed him gently on
the lips.
He hesitated a moment, then returned the kiss.  She opened her mouth, and
his tongue danced inside.
She slid over into his lap, running one hand over his barrel chest, outside
his shirt.
.......................................................................
Ginger turned around, giving Gilligan a good look at her firm, pink-nippled
breasts, and the red-haired patch below.  She wrapped her arms around his
neck, and kissed him again.
They sank to their knees on the sandy beach.  She pushed Gilligan
backwards, and he lay on his back.  She moved quickly into a sixty-nine
position on top of him, lowering her pussy over his face, as she drew his
penis between her lips.
Gilligan dove in greedlily, fastening his lips around her clit, stroking it
with his tongue.  He reached up, grabbing the white globes of her
asscheeks, clinging to them as she moved sensually.
She took his full length into her mouth, deep-throating him.  Gilligan
moaned.
.......................................................................
Mary Ann and the Professor worked their way back to the edge of the pool,
and the Professor climbed out, Mary Ann still wrapped around him.
He staggered a few feet, his cock firmly held inside her pussy.  He dropped
to his knees, and gently lowered her to the ground.
She released her grip on his hips, and he began to take slow, deep strokes.
She met each stroke with a tilt of her pelvis, rubbing her clit against his
shaft.
.......................................................................
Lovey unbuttoned her blouse, letting it drop off her shoulders.  She
reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and shrugged out of it.
She grasped the Skipper's shaking hands, and placed them on her breasts.
His fingers found her nipples, and as he twisted them between his fingers,
she kissed his lips again.
She pushed him gently backwards, until he lay on the soft grass.  She knelt
between his legs, and unfastened his pants.  She reached inside, and
wrapped her fingers around his growing penis.  Her fingers did not reach
all the way around it.
He lifted his hips, and she slid his pants down, and maneuvering around,
managed to get them down his legs and off, taking his shoes with them.  She
knelt again between his legs, and licked his penis, which was too big to
take into her mouth.  She cupped his balls in one hand, gently massaging
them as she worked over his huge cockhead with her lips and tongue.
......................................................................
Ginger's body shook as she neared orgasm.  Gilligan was nothing if not
diligent in his efforts at her clit.  She sat back a little, pressing her
cunt against his jaw and tongue, keeping a firm grip on his penis.
She started to come, her orgasm beginning at her clit, radiating through
her body in a warm rush.
As her contractions ended, she slid off his face, and turned to kiss his
lips, tasting her own juices on his mouth.
.....................................................................
The Professor rolled over onto his back, pulling Mary Ann over on top of
him.  She sat up, impaling herself on his cock.  She sat there, making
small circles, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone and base of his
cock.
She could feel little contractions beginning in her pussy, and reached down
to stroke her clit.  He pushed her hands aside, and using his thumbs, made
circular motions over her clit.
Mary Ann tilted her head back, her eyes closed, her breasts thrust forward,
a lovely sight for the Professor.
Her cunt clamped down on him as she climaxed, her body quivering with the
force of her orgasm.
......................................................................
Lovey stood up and unfastened her skirt, allowing it to drop to the ground.
As the Skipper watched interestedly, she turned, and pulled her panties
down over her ass, giving him a view not only of her asshole but a good
look at her pussy.
Now naked, she turned again towards him, stepping over his legs, and
squatting over his hips.  His huge cock stood up in front of her dark pubic
hair.  She wrapped both hands around his cock, and stroked gently, as he
reached up to tweak her nipples with his fingers.
She raised herself up and forward, guiding his penis to the entrance to her
cunt.  She lowered herself, breathing deeply as his cockhead forced her
cuntlips aside, pushing slowly inside her.
............................................................................
Mary Ann began to move again, pushing herself up and down with her legs.
The Professor reached up and took hold of her breasts, rolling her erect
nipples with his thumbs.
He neared orgasm.  He moved his hands from her breasts to her shoulders,
and pulled her on top of him.  He kissed her lips, as his balls exploded,
pumping spurt after spurt into her hot, waiting pussy.
............................................................................
Ginger lay back on the sand.  Gilligan scrambled up between her legs, and
kissed his way up her body, pausing briefly to suck on her pink nipples.
She pulled him to her, and kissed his mouth, her tongue slipping through
their lips.  She reached down and guided his cock into her dripping pussy.
He began slow, easy strokes, her legs wrapped around his, her feet just
behind his knees.
Gilligan neared orgasm, and pushed himself deeply into Ginger's cunt.
Ginger slid her legs up around his hips, holding him inside her as he
started to ejacualte.
He collapsed on top of her and they breathed heavily together.
..........................................................................
The Skipper was breathing heavily, too, as Lovey continued to lower herself
on his huge shaft.
Lovey moaned softly, allowing her body to adjust to the Skipper's size.
She was lubricating freely, which was making it easier for the Skipper's
cock to slide inside her.
She reached the bottom of his shaft.  She sat still a moment, savoring the
sensation of being completely filled up.  He _was_ the size of her fullback
in college, and that brought back some lovely memories.
The Skipper was caressing her breasts, rolling his thumbs over her nipples.
She tilted her head back, arching her back, pressing her tits into his
hands.  She reached down and stroked her clit, pressing it between her
fingers and his penis.  She shivered with pleasure.
She raised herself just a bit, allowing the Skipper's cock to slide out
about two inches, then lowered herself again.  The movement was getting
easier.  She did it again, and again, picking up a little speed, holding
her clit against his penis.
"Nnnnngh," the Skipper moaned, and clasped at her.
He began to come; there was no room inside her, so it gushed around his
cock and ran down into his pubic hair.
She continued to work herself up and down his shaft, nearing orgasm
herself.  As the Skipper's cock softened, and with the extra lubrication of
his come, she picked up some speed.
The contractions came suddenly, squeezing against his cock, shaking her
body.  She collapsed forward, with him still inside her, and lay on his
barrel chest.
............................................................................
The Professor and Mary Ann took another dip in the pool, rinsing each other
off with giggles and tender touches.  They got dressed, and headed back to
the compound.
Ginger and Gilligan also arose, and dashed hand-in-hand into the surf in
the lagoon to rinse off the sand, then they too dressed and headed 'home'.
The four of them arrived at the girls' hut at the same time.  With knowing
glances at each other, the two couples kissed again good-night.  The two
girls headed into their hut.
The Professor put his arm around Gilligan's shoulder.  "So how did it go?"
"It didn't go," Giligan grinned.  "It came."
The Professor chuckled.  They headed back to their huts.
............................................................................
Lovey reluctantly removed herself from the Skipper's cock; even in its
flaccid state it was a sizable organ.
She recovered her clothing, slipping into her blouse and skirt, tucking her
bra and panties into her pocket.  The Skipper arose, and tugged on his
trousers and shoes.
They walked hand in hand almost to the compound, dropping this last
physical contact when they approached the clearing, in case anyone was
still up to see them.
They needn't have bothered; there was no one in the compound, and the only
sound was the buzz-saw roar of Thurston Howell's snores.
The Skipper walked her to the door of her hut.
"Good-night, sweet Captain," she whispered.
She kissed him quickly, and slipped through the hut door.
The Skipper sauntered back to his hut.  He noted that Gilligan was already
in the top hammock, and he rolled into the lower one.  As he pulled the
blankets up under his chin, he felt suddenly dizzy; then he fell into a
deep sleep.
...........................................................................
Lovey changed into her nightgown, using a hand towel to wipe away most of
the Skipper's semen.
She slipped into the bed, listened for a moment to the roar of the buzz
saw, then reached over for the soft gum earplugs.
Thurston was cuddled up with his teddy bear.
"He couldn't care less if I was here or not," she muttered.  She lay back
against the pillow, thinking about the Captain's penis.
...........................................................................
Morning.
The seven castaways headed for the outhouses and the sweetwater pool for
their morning cleanup.
The Professor and Mary Ann passed each other on the path.  "Good morning,
Roy," Mary Ann said, smiling.
"'Morning," the Professor smiled back.
She took his hand and leaned forward to kiss him lightly.  "Thanks for last
night," she whispered. "It was great!"  She continued toward the pool.
The Professor was staggered; the juice was supposed to work on her
memory...
Gilligan was just coming out of the outhouse as Ginger approached.  She
slipped one hand under Gilligan's balls and kissed him lightly on the
cheek.  "Hi, Stud Muffin!"
"H-h-hello!" Gilligan stammered and stumbled.
She moved past him into the outhouse and closed the door.  Gilligan ran
toward the other outhouse, where the Professor was just emerging.
"It didn't work," he gasped.
"What are you talking about?"
"Ginger remembered!  The juice didn't work!"
"Of course it worked...  You got laid, didn't you?"  The Professor smiled.
"Maybe it's better this way, anyhow."
"Why's that?"
"This way we can make love with the girls any time we want.  We don't have to
rely on the fruit."
"Oh, yeah." Gilligan smiled. "Right."
They walked up the path to join the others at the pool.
............................................................................
Lovey watched the others as they played together in the water.  It was
obvious that the younger folks were getting to know each other as lovers.
Her eyes widened as she thought, "They remember!  They weren't supposed to
remember!"
The Skipper arrived at the pool.  "Good morning, Mrs. Howell."
"Good morning, Captain," she smiled.  "And how did you sleep last night?"
"I went to bed right after supper," he said, "and I slept like a baby all
night."
Lovey heaved a sigh of relief.  He didn't remember!  She puzzled over it in
her mind, until she came to a sudden realization.  It's not the juice of the
fruit that works, it's the pulp!
She would have to talk to the Professor about that... someday.
............................................................................
                              PART THREE
............................................................................
Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage, as
Ginger waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall.
Her back was toward him as she moved 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, Ginger, turn around," 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 Ginger's naked
bottom through the flowing water.
Ginger turned around under the waterfall, and stuck her head through the
flow.  "Gilligan!" she shouted.  "Get your ass over here right now!"
Gilligan stood up and ran down to the pool.  He pulled off his clothes and
waded to the waterfall.  Ginger reached through the flow of water and
grabbed his hand, pulling him under the falls to the little alcove
underneath.
Ginger wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a passionate kiss,
rubbing her wet, naked body against him.
She reached down and grabbed his penis, stroking its length.  She lowered
herself in the water, pulling him down on top of her.
Gilligan kissed her breasts, as she guided his cock to the entrance to her
pussy.  He pressed it inside her, and she moaned with pleasure, taking his
full length easily.  He began slow, easy strokes, the resistance of the
water making his movements easier and slower.
Ginger's clit pressed against the base of his cock with each stroke, and
she gasped every time he pressed against it.
"Oh, gosh," she whispered, "I'm coming..."
Her pussy grabbed at his cock as her body shook, with a warm glow flowing
from her pussy though the rest of her body.
Gilligan pumped twice more, and with the pressure from her orgasmic pussy,
he began to ejaculate inside her.  He kissed her lips, as they caught their
breath.
They stood up, finally.  Ginger picked up her bar of coconut-butter soap,
and they lathered each other up, giggling and laughing.
............................................................................
Roy Hinkley, "The Professor", was making his bed.
Literally making his bed.  He had gathered some nice pieces of bamboo, and
was busily making a double-sized bed.
Whistling as he worked, he was also trying to decide just how to approach
Mary Ann about moving in with him.  Making love in the moonlight in the
great outdoors was great, but the rainy season was approaching.
............................................................................
The Skipper was whistling, too, as he cast his fishing line into the surf.
He waited for a nibble, holding the fishing rod braced against his belly.
A strange, yet familiar voice sounded behind him.
"Welcome to Sherwood."
He turned to see a man all in green perched on a fallen treetrunk.  He was
carrying a huge bow, and a quiver of arrows on his back.
He blinked twice, almost dropping his fishing rod.  "Robin Hood?"
"None other," the man in green said, grinning.  "You look very familiar.
Are you not the son of one of my merry men?"
"No," the Skipper shook his head.  "Not that I know of."
"Strange," Robin said.  He looked at the Skipper's fishing rod.  "Fishing?
Is there no game in the forest?"
"Not that we've been able to find," the Skipper said.  "How did you get
here?  Are you our rescue?"
"Rescue?  From Sherwood?"
"This is NOT Sherwood.  It's an island in the South Pacific."  The Skipper
reeled in his line and set the fishing rod aside.
"South... Pacific?  It looks like Sherwood..."  Robin turned and looked
around.  "But then again..."
"Believe me," the Skipper said, "it's not England.  Do you have a boat?"
Robin shook his head.
"A plane?  A helicopter?"
Robin shook his head.  Suddenly, he stood still.  "Hark!"
"What is it..."
Robin placed a hand over the Skipper's mouth, silencing him.  "A deer!" he
whispered, "A fine stag to make a man's dinner."
He nocked an arrow into the bow, and climbed over the fallen tree and into
the jungle.
Moments later, Mr. Howell walked out of the jungle onto the beach.  The
Skipper was staring into the jungle.
"Captain..."
"Did you see him?"
"See who?" Howell frowned.
"Robin Hood."
"Captain, have you been raiding my liquor cabinet?"
............................................................................
Mary Ann looked around the hut at her few meager possessions.  She sat down
on the cot, considering how quickly she could pack them all away if the
Professor asked her the question she wanted him to ask.  Five minutes,
maybe less.
"But what about Ginger?  Would she be all alone in this hut if I moved in
with the Professor?  Or would Gilligan move in here with her?" she thought.
"And that would leave the Skipper alone...  oh, my...  how complicated."
Ginger walked in, wrapped in her towel.  She had been to the waterfall
again.  And from the glow in her face, it looked like she had been there
with someone.
"Talking to yourself again?" Ginger grinned.
"Was I?" Mary Ann blushed.  "I've been doing a lot of thinking."
"About the Professor?"  Ginger sat on the other cot, facing her.  "Has he
asked you yet?"
Mary Ann shook her head.  Ginger reached over and took her hand.
"He will.  Don't worry."  Ginger looked into Mary Ann's eyes.  "And if he
does, do it.  Don't worry about me."
Mary Ann reached out and took Ginger into her arms.  "Thanks."
Ginger's towel fell away.  "In the meantime,..." she cooed.
............................................................................
Gilligan sat down on a log near a clearing in the jungle.  He sat in a
position like Rodin's "The Thinker", his chin resting on his fist, his
elbow on his knee.
He was considering his relationship with Ginger.  He loved her, he really
did.  Or was it just lust?  Did he want to live the rest of his life with
her, or was it that she was available, and here, and ...
His vision blurred, and he blinked.  Next to him on the log was a
golden-haired fellow, about his same age.  He blinked again.  The fellow
was still there.
"Hi, Maynard, old buddy."  The golden-haired fellow grinned.
Gilligan sat up.  "Maynard?"
"Hey, where's your goatee?"
Gilligan rubbed his chin.
"What's wrong, Maynard?"
"My name is Gilligan.  Who are you?"
"You mean you don't recognize your oldest friend?  It's Dobie"  The fellow
laughed.  "And you're Maynard."
"Gilligan," he said.  "My name is Gilligan."
"It's Maynard, and I'll prove it.  Watch this... 'work' "
A shiver ran up Gilligan's spine.  He shook it off.
"See there," Dobie said.  "You're Maynard."
Gilligan shook his head.
"Well, whatever, old buddy,"  Dobie grinned.  "What's on your mind?"
"Ummm," Gilligan squirmed.  "I guess I can tell you since you're
imaginary."
"Who's imaginary?"  Dobie grinned.  "Que pasa?"
"It's a girl," Gilligan said.
"I figured that," Dobie smiled.  "Why else would I be here?"
"I'm not sure what I feel for her.  Is it love or is it lust?"
"Does it matter?"
Gilligan looked at him.  "Of course it matters."
"Okay.  Do you want to be with her even when you've got your clothes on?"
"Yeah."
"Then it's probably love.  Go for it."
Gilligan glanced away.  "Go for it?"
There was silence.  He looked back, and Dobie was gone.
He sat there a moment longer.  "Go for it...."
............................................................................
Lovey Howell adjusted her makeup in the small mirror.  She had managed to
get Thurston out of the hut for a while, anyway.  He needed to get some
fresh air, and away from the liquor cabinet for a few hours.
She adjusted her clothing; it was getting a bit tattered with the years of
wear.  Thank goodness she had brought all of the trunks she had; she pitied
the poor younger girls who only had a few outfits.
And the Captain and Gilligan had only one set of clothes, since they had
expected to be home that night so long ago.
When they wore out their clothes, I guess they'd have to go naked...
Thinking of the Captain naked brought a sly grin to her face.  That might
not be so bad after all.
She headed out the door toward the Professor's hut.  She needed to talk
with him about the fruits.
............................................................................
The Professor tied the last knots, and slid the double-sized bed towards
the wall.  He had to adjust the position of his lab-table and trunk, but it
all fit.  At least he didn't have to rebuild the hut.
He stood back and admired his work, thinking about the workout he wanted to
give it.
There was a tap at the door.  "Professor?"
It was Mrs. Howell.  He invited her in.  She sat in his 'relaxing' chair,
and he perched on his lab stool.
"What can I help you with?"
"This is rather awkward, Professor," she said, almost blushing.
"Go ahead.  We're all friends here," the Professor smiled.
"It's about those yellow fruits Gilligan found last week."
The Professor paused.  "Yes?  What about them?"
"I know what they do, Professor."  She looked away from him, slightly
embarrassed.  "And I want to grow some more."
"Oh?"  The Professor squirmed on his stool.  "Are you and Mr. Howell having
....problems?"
"Yes..." Lovey lied.  "That's it exactly."
The Professor reached over and picked up the two remaining fruits from his
lab table.  They had softened, and were giving off a sour fragrance.
"That's funny," he said, "I thought there were three."
Mrs. Howell grimaced.
The Professor handed them to her.  He opened his botany book, and read from
the page describing the fruit.
"Looks like it should be planted in sandy soil, near a tree where the vine
can climb.  That's all the information I have."  He closed the book.  "I
can't guarantee they'll grow, and I have no idea when the vines will bear
fruit."
"I understand, Professor," she said, smiling.  "Thank you."
"You're very welcome.  I hope the problems work out."
............................................................................
Lovey went into the jungle, looking for likely spots to plant her seeds.
She found two trees close to the pathway that looked hopeful.  She dug a
shallow hole next to each tree, and placed the rotting fruits in them,
covering the hole.
She kissed her fingers, then the soil.  "Grow, please grow," she whispered.
............................................................................
Thurston Howell walked along the beach.
"Damn this island," he said aloud.  "Damn this beach, damn this ocean, damn
these waves, damn..."
He was so distracted by his tirade that he nearly fell over the barrel.  He
kicked it.  It didn't move, and he hurt his foot.
He hopped around on his good foot, holding the hurt one.  He sat on the
barrel, which was lying on the sand.  He massaged his toes, muttering, "and
damn this barrel."
As he worked on his sore toes, he looked down at the barrel.  Stenciled on
the side of the barrel was the name "Inverness."
He looked up at the sky.  "If there's a god in heaven, let this be full."
He got up and pushed at the barrel.  It was very heavy, it had SOMETHING
inside.
He pushed harder, and the barrel rolled over, exposing the bung.  It was
intact.
"Praise the gods!" he shouted, then clamped his hands over his mouth.  He
looked around.
"I've got to find Gilligan," he muttered.
...........................................................................
Mary Ann and Ginger were in a sixty-nine position, with Ginger on top.
Ginger's lips were locked around Mary Ann's clit, her tongue dancing around
the tip of the sensitive nubbin.  Mary Ann had her hands around the cheeks
of Ginger's ass, her fingertips brushing her asshole.
Mary Ann's tongue was stroking over Ginger's clit, her concentration on her
nearing orgasm.  Her body began to quiver under Ginger's ministrations.
Ginger's fingers slid into Mary Ann's cunnie, pressing upward against her
g-spot.  Mary Ann's body tried to levitate, as an explosive orgasm shook
her body.
As her contractions slowed, she again applied herself to Ginger's pussy,
sucking hungrily on her clit.  Her fingertips approached Ginger's asshole
again, and slowly, Mary Ann slid her middle finger into Ginger's ass.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Ginger moaned, "Oh, yes."
With her other hand, Mary Ann slipped two fingers into Ginger's pussy.
Ginger raised up, pushing back against Mary Ann's hands and mouth.
"Yes... yes, that's it," she gasped, "Oh yes..."
Her body began to quiver, and a gush of cunt honey ran down Mary Ann's
face.
Ginger's orgasm shook the bed, as Mary Ann slowed her tonguing of Ginger's
clit.
Ginger got up slowly and turned around, and lay beside Mary Ann in the
narrow cot.
............................................................................
Gilligan was sitting at the table in the compound, contemplating the basket
of fruit.  Which one was he least tired of?
Mrs. Howell approached the compound.  "Gilligan, there's something I want
you to do for me."
"What's that, Mrs. Howell?"
"Do you think you could find any more of that yellow fruit?"
Gilligan goggled at her for a moment, but remembered that she couldn't
possibly know what it was good for.  "I'll try, Mrs. Howell," he nodded.
"Thank you."  She headed for her hut.
At that moment, Mr. Howell came running up the path from the beach.
"Gilligan, dear boy.  Just the man I was looking for..."
"What do you want me to do?" sighed Gilligan.
Howell looked back toward his hut.  Lovey had gone inside.  He dropped his
voice to a whisper.  "I've made a wonderful find on the beach, and I need
your help."
"What did you find?" Gilligan asked, in a normal voice.
"Shhhhh...." hissed Howell.  "Keep your voice down."
"Okay," whispered Gilligan, "what did you find?"
"A whole barrel of Inverness Scotch."
"A whole barrel?"  Gilligan's voice rose to a normal level again.
"Shhhhh!"  Howell hissed again.
"Sorry," whispered Gilligan.
"Come with me.  I need to roll it up away from the tide, and I'll need help
to get it open."
............................................................................
The Skipper landed his catch; a very nice, big fish.  As he pulled it up
the beach, he glanced at the jungle, half expecting Robin Hood, or Tarzan,
or some other character to come popping out.  But nobody did.
He pulled out his knife, and started cleaning the fish.
............................................................................
The Professor strolled over to the girls' hut, and tapped on the door.
"Anybody home?"
"Just a minute," Ginger's voice sounded from inside.  The Professor heard
some scrambling around.
Ginger jumped up, and grabbed a dress, slipping it over her head and
zipping it up.  Mary Ann retrieved her shorts and slipped them on, and
buttoned her blouse.
Ginger went to the door.  "Hi, Professor."  She batted her eyes at him.
"I was just coming... er, going."  She walked out the door, winking at Mary
Ann.
"Come on in, Roy."  Mary Ann sat on the edge of the bed.
The Professor sat down next to her, and took her hand.  "Mary Ann... I want
to ask... "
"Yes," she said, smiling.
"You didn't know what I want to ask."
"Yes I do, and I do."  She kissed him.  "Give me five minutes to pack up."
She finished in four.  The Professor picked up her little bag, and they
walked hand-in-hand to his hut.
...........................................................................
Gilligan and Mr. Howell rolled the barrel up the beach to the edge of the
jungle.  They tipped it up on end to keep it from rolling back down to the
water.
"I don't think the tide gets this high," Gilligan observed.
"Good.  Now, how to open it."
Gilligan smiled and picked up the tool box.  "I know how to open barrels."
He took out the hammer, and took aim at the top.
"Wait! NO!" Howell shouted, and grabbed the hammer.  "If you break the top,
we can't close it back up!"  He leaned over and looked in the tool box.  He
picked up a brace and bit.
"Now, this will make a small hole that we can plug up."  He set the tip of
the bit on the top of the barrel-end, and Gilligan started to turn the
brace.
............................................................................
The Skipper wrapped his fish filets in a sailcloth towel, and headed to the
compound.  Suspiciously, he looked all around him as he walked, half
expecting to be accosted by some imaginary character.
............................................................................
The hole was bored through.  Gilligan pulled out the bit, and Howell leaned
over to sniff the contents.
"Heavenly," Howell sighed.  "It's Scotch, all right."  Then he frowned.
"But how do we get it out of the barrel?"
"I could still smash the top," suggested Gilligan.
Howell just frowned at him.
"The Professor uses a kind of vine for tubing in his lab.  Maybe we could
find some."
"Good idea.  Go look for some.  I'll just sniff for a while."
Gilligan dashed into the jungle.  He was looking for the vine that the
Professor used, but a flash of yellow caught his eye.  He stopped and
looked closer.  It was another vine-full of yellow fruits, just like the
ones he found before!
He marked the place in his mind, and went looking for the tubing-vine.  He
found some, and pulled it down.  Using his pocket knife, he cut off the
leaves from a length of it, and took it back to Howell.
Howell was standing over the barrel, his nose pressed against the hole.
"So near and yet so far," he sighed.
Gilligan handed him the vine, and Howell lowered one end into the barrel.
He placed the other end between his lips and sucked.
"Like drinking through a straw," Gilligan noted.
The fluid finally reached Howell's mouth.  He filled his mouth, then
pinched the end of the vine.  He swirled the liquid around his mouth, then
swallowed.
"Ambrosia," he said, "Nectar!"  He raised his eyes to the sky.  "Thank
you!"
"You're welcome," said Gilligan.
............................................................................
Ginger walked toward the compound table, just as the Skipper brought up his
load of fish.
"I'll take that, Skipper," she said, and he handed over his bundle.
"Thanks, Ginger."  He stopped to wipe his brow, and said, "I'm going to go
up to the waterfall and wash up."
He started up the path to the sweetwater pool.  Ginger took the fish over
by the fireplace, and added some wood to the coals still smouldering there.
Flames started to appear around the new wood.
............................................................................
"Gilligan, dear boy, go back to my hut and get a couple of empty bottles,"
Howell said, sipping from his straw.
"Sure, Mr. Howell."
"Oh... If Lovey is there, don't let her see you."
"Okay."  Gilligan started back toward the compound, but remembered the
fruits.  He doubled back into the jungle and located the vine.  He picked
three of the yellow fruits, and rolled them up in his shirt.  Then he
headed back toward the compound.
...........................................................................
The Professor and Mary Ann entered his hut... their hut.  The Professor led
her over to show her the new bed.
"Oh, Roy," she said, "you expected me to say yes!"
The Professor nodded.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.  "Let's break it in," she whispered,
huskily.
............................................................................
Gilligan ran into the compound and looked around for Mrs. Howell.  Not
seeing her, he tapped on their door.  "Mrs. Howell?"
"Yes, Gilligan dear?"  She opened the door.
"I found some," he said, breathlessly.  He unrolled his shirt, and handed
her the three fruits.
"Oh, thank you, dear boy!"  She took one and sniffed it.  "Smells
delicious!"
"Ummm," Gilligan shifted from foot to foot.  "Mrs. Howell, Mr. Howell sent
me for a couple of his empty bottles.  But I wasn't supposed to tell you."
Lovey frowned slightly, but she was delighted to have the fruits.  "Of
course you can have his empties."  She stepped away from the door and let
Gilligan inside.  "They're over there in the cabinet."
Gilligan stepped over and opened the door.  There were several bottles of
different-colored fermented fruit juices, and several empties.  He picked
up two of the empty bottles.
"Thanks," Gilligan said, clutching the bottles.
"Thank YOU, Gilligan," she said, clasping the fruits to her chest.
............................................................................
The Professor unbuttoned Mary Ann's blouse, and peeled it back over her
shoulders.  He caressed the smooth globes of her breasts, their dark brown
nipples popping up like rubber erasers under his fingers.
She moaned, and kissed his neck.
His hands moved farther down, and unfastened her shorts, dropping them to
her feet, where she stepped out of them, along with her shoes.
She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers down his
hairless chest.  She dropped her hands down to his pants, unfastening them,
and they joined Mary Ann's on the floor.  He stepped out of his shoes.
Mary Ann sank down into the bed, and lay on her back.  She lifted her
knees, extending her arms towards the Professor.  He climbed into the bed,
slipping up between her thighs.
He ran his hands over her legs, and up her sides to her breasts, tweaking
her nipples again.  Then back down, running his fingers through her dark
pubic hair to the warm wet place below.
His thumb found her clit, warm and erect under its tiny hood.  She gasped
as his thumb brushed over it.
The fingers of his other hand parted her labia, and he could see the moist
pinkness within.  He slipped a finger inside her, and she gripped it with
her vaginal muscles.
He bent down and touched her clit with his tongue.  It felt hot, and he
rolled his tongue over it.
Mary Ann gasped and reached for his head, running her fingers into his
hair.
He moved his tongue down further, sliding down the slippery skin past her
pisshole, plunging his tongue as deeply as he could into her pussy.
She wiggled her hips, running her fingers over his head.
He moved back up to her clit, sliding his tongue, around and over her clit.
He fastened his lips around her clit, sucking gently, brushing her clit
with the tip of his tongue.  She gripped his hair, holding him in place.
"OoooooOOOOOooooOOOOOOOoooooohhhhhh!" she moaned, thrashing her head from
side to side.
The Professor raised his head, and as Mary Ann released her grip on his
hair, he slid up her body, to kiss her waiting lips.  His cock poised on
its own at the entrance to her cunt, the cockhead parting her labia, and
sliding to its full length inside her.
"Ummmmmmph" moaned Mary Ann into the Professor's mouth.  Her clit pressed
against the base of his cock, as she tilted her pelvis back.  Her vaginal
muscles clamped around his penis, holding him in place.
..........................................................................
Mrs. Howell walked around to the "kitchen", where Ginger was stirring the
hot coals, ready to place the fish filets on the grill.
"Do you know where the Captain is?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"He said he was going up to take a shower in the waterfall," Ginger said.
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