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Subject: {ass/assm] PORNO TV: Gilligan's Island 4 - "Return to the Island" 2/2
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(Continued from 1/2. Read that one first.)
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Back at the poker game, Mrs. Howell sat with a large pile of shells and
pebbles. The three men across the table had nothing.
"Looks like the game's over," the Professor noted.
Mrs. Howell smiled. "Not necessarily..."
...........................................................
"You've got too many clothes on," Ginger said, a sultry tone sounding in
her voice.
Howell gulped, then hurriedly began disrobing.
As he dropped his pants, his smallish -- but very stiff -- member was
exposed through a slit in his shorts. Ginger got up to her knees and
wiggled over toward him, taking Howell's cock between her fingers.
She stroked it gently, watching a clear drop form on the tip. She smiled
up at him briefly, then touched it with the tip of her tongue.
Howell moaned as she slipped her lips around his cockhead, swirling her
tongue underneath.
He slid down, lying on his back as Ginger continued to suck on his cock.
Mary Ann knelt down by his head, facing Ginger. She wiggled forward,
lowering her pussy over Howell's face.
Howell began to lick furiously at Mary Ann's slit, as she moved slightly
forward and back over his face.
Ginger raised her head, watching Mary Ann's nipples harden as she stroked
Howell's cock gently.
With a small smile, Ginger moved forward, straddled Howell's hips, and
raised herself over his cock. She maneuvered his organ between her nether
lips, and lowered herself again, encasing his cock with cunt.
Mary Ann leaned forward slightly. Ginger reached out and stroked her
breast, her fingers caressing Mary Ann's nipple.
Ginger's lips parted. Impulsively, Mary Ann leaned forward to kiss those
lips. Ginger's tongue slid between Mary Ann's lips, the tip dancing around
inside Mary Ann's mouth.
Howell's hips began to move, thrusting feebly. Ginger broke the kiss, and
began to move up and down in time with Howell's thrusts.
Mary Ann continued to rock forward and back, pressing her clit into
Howell's chin.
Howell began to quiver and breathe shallowly.
Ginger winked at Mary Ann, and sat back, taking as much Howell into her as
he had. She squeezed her vaginal muscles around his cock.
Howell grunted and came, his body shaking with the effort of it. Mary Ann
rolled off as he gasped for breath. Ginger sat on his cock until it
started to soften.
..........................................................
Mrs. Howell lay the cards on the table. "Three Kings."
The Skipper, Gilligan and the Professor threw their hands onto the table.
"Pay up, fellows," she smiled.
The three men glanced at each other. They stood up, nervously, and began
to undress.
Mrs. Howell watched as the three men modestly tried to cover themselves.
The Skipper was having the most trouble -- even with two hands he couldn't
cover that big thing of his.
"The game's really over now," the Professor said.
"One more hand," Lovey smiled.
...........................................................
Mary Ann nudged the sleeping Mr. Howell. "Stop snoring!"
Howell's eyes opened a crack. "Was I snoring?"
"You sure were," she snapped, her eyes flashing. "Besides -- it's my
turn."
"Your turn?..." Howell's eyes opened wider, blinking. Mary Ann was
kneeling beside him, naked. He glanced down at her full bosom, freckles
surrounding her dark nipples.
He glanced around. Ginger was sitting nearby, also naked.
His mind started to clear, and his memory slowly came back.
"Ah, yes, my dear," he cooed. "Your turn, indeed." He reached down and
gripped his cock and stroked it. It remained flaccid. "But the equipment
doesn't seem to be functioning properly," he whined.
"Here," Mary Ann said, smiling slightly. "Let me try."
She bent forward, and placed her lips around the head of Howell's limp
cock. She sucked it gently, tickling the head with her tongue.
Howell moaned softly as it began to swell.
Mary Ann stroked slowly, pulling blood into Howell's swelling organ, until
it was stiff enough to stand up on its own. She swung her leg over him,
straddling his hips, but facing his feet. Howell's cock stood up in front
of her dark bush, looking almost as if it were hers.
She continued to stroke his penis with one hand, as she raised herself up.
She guided the head of his cock to the entrance to her wet womanhood.
Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself on his shaft. He was nowhere
near as big as the Professor, but by golly, it felt almost as good inside
her.
She began to move, slowly, up and down. She was careful not to let the
very tip of his cock slip out of her.
Howell began to moan. His hands reached up and gripped her hips, pulling
her down, trying to thrust deeply into her.
Mary Ann waited until she saw the skin of his scrotum tighten up, then sank
down on him, allowing him to plunge as deeply as he could into her as his
cock spurted inside her.
...........................................................
Lovey lay down her hand. "Three Kings."
The three men dropped their cards on the table, disgustedly.
She smiled. "Don't feel so bad, fellows," she cooed. "What I want you to
do won't be so bad."
She stood up. The three men remained seated, somewhat embarrassed at their
nakedness.
Lovey reached behind her and untied a small bow. Her dress slid forward.
She shrugged out of the sleeves, and it fell to the ground.
She wore nothing underneath.
"See?" she smiled. "You only had to win one hand."
Gilligan's eyes goggled. "Your body is beautiful," he breathed. "I never
knew..."
"Now," she said, her voice low and husky, "I want you all to make love to
me -- all at once."
"All at once?" the Professor frowned.
Lovey nodded. "Come on over here." She turned, and stepped over to a
clear area in the sand.
The Skipper stood up. As much as he might protest in front of the other
men, his cock stood tall and proud, betraying his attraction to the married
lady.
Lovey took his hand, and pulled him around. She pushed him gently, and he
took her silent command. He lay down on the sand, his huge penis rising up
between Lovey's legs as she stood over him, one foot at either side of his
hips.
"Gilligan, get behind me," she said. "And Professor, you stand here." She
pointed to the Skipper's head.
The two men nervously got into position.
Lovey dropped down to her knees, grasped the Skipper's cock, and set it
into position at the opening to her cunt. The Professor and Gilligan
watched interestedly as she lowered herself onto the huge member.
As she reached the bottom, taking most of him inside her, she leaned
forward.
"Now, Gilligan," she whispered. "There's your opening."
Gilligan knelt down quickly. He slipped up between the Skipper's legs, and
with one hand, held the tip of his cock to the pink pucker of Lovey's
asshole.
"Ease it in, dear boy," she whispered. "Go slowly."
Gilligan pressed forward. As he pushed, he felt Lovey release her
sphincter, and his glans eased into her.
"That's two," Lovey breathed. "Professor?"
She reached up and grasped the Professor's erection. He knelt down, one
knee on each side of the Skipper's head. Lovey's lips encircled his
cockhead, her tongue darting around it.
The Professor moaned. "Oh my gosh," he muttered.
She reached behind him, grabbed his asscheeks, and pulled him into her
mouth. She opened her throat, allowing his cockhead to slip futher inside,
her neck bulging with the intrusion.
The Professor jerked. Lovey pulled back to breathe, and was surprised by
the first splurt of the Professor's come at the back of her mouth. She
held still as he finished coming, then pulled back. She smiled up at the
Professor, and made a show of swallowing his semen.
"That's one down," she said, softly.
Gilligan was having a time keeping his cock inside Lovey's asshole. Every
time he would push it in, she would move, either to accommodate the
Professor, or because the Skipper's cock was sliding gently in and out of
her cunt.
As Lovey finished up with the Professor, she pushed her upper body upwards,
and her ass backwards against Gilligan's cock.
"Strike deep, dear boy," she said, turning her head to look at Gilligan.
Gilligan complied, thrusting his hips forward with a grunt. His cock slid
into the brown puckered rosebud, until the fuzz of his pubic hair was
pressed up against the crack of her ass.
Lovey straightened up, her anus gripping Gilligan's cock tightly.
Gilligan nearly lost his footing. He grabbed at Lovey, his hands finding a
grip on her swinging breasts.
"Yes, that's it," she purred. "Come inside my ass, dear boy. Come inside
me."
She rocked forward and backward a bit, squeezing Gilligan's cock in her
ass, riding the Skipper's huge member.
Gilligan could feel the Skipper's cock, too. He felt his own balls tighten
until he could not stop the feeling. He came, three heavy spurts, deep
inside Lovey's rectum. He fell forward against Lovey's back, his cock
sliding out of her. He slipped down to his knees, then slid down Lovey's
back until he was sitting on his feet, but still between the Skipper's
legs.
"Two down," Lovey whispered.
...........................................................
Mary Ann looked over at Ginger. She lifted herself off Thurston's body,
now sound asleep on the ground. His limp cock had already slipped out of
her, and was sleeping soundly itself.
"Y'know," Ginger whispered, "If Mr. Howell is here, who's playing cards
with the guys?"
"Mrs. Howell's the only one left..." Mary Ann reasoned.
"You don't think she'd..."
"Not Mrs. Howell."
"Look," Ginger gathered up her legs under her. "You and I both fucked her
husband -- and we both know how lousy he was at it."
Mary Ann nodded.
"So, if you had been married to him for twenty or thirty years, and you
were in an area where there was sex -- really good sex -- going on all
around you, don't you think you'd get horny, too?"
"Probably, but who do you think she's doing it with? Not my Professor. He
wouldn't..."
"Wouldn't he? I think Gilligan probably would. I've seen him staring at
Mrs. Howell sometimes."
"Gilligan stares at everybody," Mary Ann frowned. "I'll bet it's the
Skipper. After all, he hasn't been getting any, either."
Mr. Howell moaned. He smacked his lips in his sleep, muttering "nookie,
nookie, nookie."
Mary Ann and Ginger snickered quietly.
"Let's sneak back to the compound and take a peek," Mary Ann suggested.
"Maybe we'll get a peek at how big the Skipper really is."
Ginger nodded. "Gilligan mentioned once he was built like a horse -- or
bigger."
They got up, put on a minimum of clothes, and slipped quietly down the path
to the huts.
...........................................................
Gilligan opened his eyes and looked straight ahead -- right into Lovey's
freshly used asshole, and the Skipper's huge penis sliding into her
well-lubricated pussy.
Curiously, he reached forward and cupped the Skipper's ball-sack, and felt
the testicles inside retract.
The Skipper moaned softly, and Gilligan watched in fascination as the
Skipper began to come, a gush of semen going into -- and back out of --
Lovey's overfull cunt.
As he finished, Lovey stood up, her labia and thighs covered with the
Skipper's sticky come.
"Three down," she smiled, and raised her hands over her head. "Winner and
still champion!"
There was a small crack as a tiny fallen branch was stepped upon.
Mrs. Howell turned, slowly, her arms still raised to face Mary Ann and
Ginger, who had just emerged from the jungle.
The two younger women surveyed the area. The Skipper was splayed out on
the ground, his elephantine cock lying limp and wet against his belly.
Gilligan was sitting on his feet, his penis also limp, and streaked with
brown. The Professor was also naked, but was seated at the table, his head
cradled on his arms, snoozing.
Mrs. Howell slowly lowered her arms. "Oh, my..."
"All three of them," Mary Ann muttered. "She's done all three of them."
Ginger nodded.
"Don't get the wrong idea, girls," Lovey said. "I'm not developing a
relationship here, I was just getting laid."
"Laid, indeed," Ginger said. "Even in all my years in Hollywood, I never
did three guys at once." She glanced at Mary Ann. "Two, but not three."
"T'was nothing," Mrs. Howell said. "I didn't even come."
"I know how that feels," Mary Ann said.
"We both do," Ginger added.
Lovey's face looked puzzled.
"We just left your husband at the small clearing just up the path," Ginger
said, gesturing with a thumb.
Mary Ann nodded. "And I'll bet his dick -- what little there is of it --
is still sticking out."
Lovey grabbed for her gown, and dashed up the path, struggling into the
garment. "Oh! Thurston....!"
Ginger and Mary Ann stomped toward the men.
The Professor looked up at Mary Ann, tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry,
darling," he whined.
Mary Ann shook her head. "That's not going to do it," she said, a glint in
her eye. "You're just going to have to SHOW me how sorry you are." She
gestured in the direction of their hut. "I'll meet you there in five
minutes."
The Professor got up, gathered up his clothing, and rushed off to his hut.
Ginger stood in front of Gilligan. "Well?"
"I'm sorry too," Gilligan said, softly.
"I'll be the judge of that," Ginger snapped. "Now go wash that thing off."
Gilligan scrambled to his feet. "Then can we fool around?"
One look from Ginger withered him. He grabbed his pants, and dashed off
toward the bathing pool.
The two girls turned toward the Skipper.
He started to get up, but Mary Ann touched his shoulder.
"Just stay right there," Ginger said, her voice betraying her lust. "I
want to see that thing at full staff." She pointed at the Skipper's dick.
She pulled off her scanty top, revealing her pink-tipped boobs. She
glanced down to see stirrings in the Skipper's cock, and smiled.
Mary Ann pulled off her own top. Her brown nipples were already erect.
She pulled off her shorts, and stepped over the Skipper's chest, straddling
him. He gazed up to her dark bush, and the pink lips under it.
Mary Ann knelt down, her shins on the Skipper's shoulders, her knees just
beside his head.
"Mary Ann, I can't move," the Skipper protested.
"You don't need to move," she responded, and lowered herself over his face,
hovering with her pussy just above his lips. "Just move your tongue," she
said, and lowered herself further, pushing herself against his mouth.
His tongue slid out, and he drew it along her labia, to the apex where he
found her her hot, budding clit. Mary Ann drew a long breath through her
teeth.
"That's the spot. Suck it."
The Skipper complied.
Ginger knelt down and grasped the Skipper's massive cock, holding it with
both hands as she began to stroke it gently.
As it filled with blood, becoming hard and hot, she moved up, straddling
his hips. She raised up, and with both hands, held the tip of his monster
to the opening to her honeyhole.
She gasped as the huge cockhead pressed against her sensitive clit. Her
body resisted against the invasion of the massive member. She reached down
with both hands and spread her pussy lips open, allowing her moist and
slippery inner lips to glide over the Skipper's glans.
His giant prick began to slide into her, as she slowly lowered herself onto
it.
"Oh ... my ... gosh ... " she gasped as she took him into her.
"Oh, yes!" Mary Ann breathed. "He knows how to eat pussy, too!" She
rocked slowly forward and backward, rubbing herself into his mouth and
mobile tongue.
Ginger had about half of the Skipper's cock inside her, but she felt so
full. Her clit was pulled up, as her outer lips pulled against the
Skipper's dry cockskin; it was rubbing against the Skipper's shaft in a
painful position.
She stopped her downward motion, and pulled back a little. The Skipper's
cock drew out some of her natural lubrication with it, relieving some of
the skin-to-skin friction.
She lowered herself again, taking more of him inside her this time. She
watched Mary Ann's back as the other girl writhed over the Skipper's mouth.
Ginger grunted as the Skipper's cockhead bumped against her cervix. She
couldn't take any more of him inside her. She had never felt so full.
Using her legs, she began to slowly raise and lower herself on the huge
shaft, her clit dragging along the veined top side of his cock, exciting
her still further.
She reached forward and touched Mary Ann's back. Mary Ann leaned backward,
arching her back. Ginger reached around Mary Ann and grasped her breasts,
Mary Ann's nipples pressing hard between Ginger's fingers.
"Oh, Gowd," Mary Ann gasped, her body quivering. "I'm coming! I'm
coming!"
Ginger felt the beginnings of a massive orgasm starting within her, too.
She pushed herself down, taking the Skipper's cock as deeply as she could.
Her vaginal muscles spasmed, clasping at the massive timber as her body
shook with the force of the orgasm. She squeezed Mary Ann's boobs.
As Mary Ann's orgasm diminished, she collapsed backward against Ginger,
pushing Ginger even further down on the Skipper's cock. Ginger cried out
in pain, and rolled off to her right, pulling herself off the tentpole of
the Skipper's penis.
Ginger lay on the sand, panting, recovering. Mary Ann turned around and
grasped the Skipper's cock with both hands, pumping it them up and down
furiously.
The Skipper grunted, and Mary Ann bent forward, placing her lips against
the opening at the tip of the Skipper's cock. Immediately she was rewarded
with a spurt of semen which filled her mouth. The second spurt overflowed
it. The third geysered into the air, as Mary Ann slid out of its way.
........................................................................
Mary Ann stumbled back to the hut she shared with the Professor. She
dropped her clothing, which she had not put back on, into the makeshift
hamper, and crawled into the bed nude.
She felt for the Professor, but he was not in the bed.
Exhausted, she thought briefly that he must have gone to the outhouse, then
darkness overtook her and she collapsed into sleep.
.......................................................................
Ginger staggered back to her hut, her loins burning. The Skipper had to
have been the largest man she had ever fucked. She too was naked, her
clothing still in the compound. She glanced at the bed before she crawled
in; Gilligan must still be at the bathing pool.
She slid under the rough quilt, and turned her face away from the door,
lying on her side.
She heard the door open quietly. Gilligan was home.
She heard him drop his clothing in a pile on the floor, and felt him climb
into the bed behind her.
One arm fell around her waist, his body snuggling up behind her -- an
erection pressing hard against her ass.
Ginger sighed. "Not tonight, dear..."
Silently, his hand was on her hip, pressing her over onto her belly. He
climbed between her legs, pressing them apart. She felt his erection
pressing against her pussy, his breath hot on her back.
He entered her without preface. Ginger winced, her pussy being stretched
again so soon after... but it did feel good.
...................................................................
Mary Ann awoke slowly. She felt the Professor behind her -- over her,
since she was lying on her belly.
He grasped her hips, raising them slightly. Mary Ann sighed, and
cooperated, pulling her knees up, raising her ass.
He pressed his cock into her slowly, sliding into her still-wet cunt. When
his hips reached her ass, he withdrew and thrust again, harder.
Mary Ann grunted with each stroke. She was hardly horny, after having the
powerful orgasm back in the compound, but this was pleasurable -- and a
little different.
She felt her lover's breath on her back, as she met each of his thrusts
with one of her own.
...................................................................
Ginger fought against the burning sensation of the rubbing of her stretched
skin to find the pleasure underneath. She was almost to the point of
enjoying the doggie-style fuck, when he grunted and thrust deeply into her.
"Oh, Gilligan," she moaned. "Couldn't you have held back a little..."
She turned her head to look at her lover.
"Professor!"
...................................................................
Mary Ann was getting close to orgasm again. She squeezed her vaginal
muscles, holding on to his cock with each thrust, until...
He moaned and came, his penis throbbing inside her until the last spurt,
then he pulled out.
Mary Ann rolled over and gazed into the face of...
"Gilligan!"
.....................................................................
Lovey supported most of her husband's weight as he stumbled down the path
toward their hut. As they approached the compound, there was a disturbance
by Ginger's hut.
"Out! Out! OUT!" Ginger shouted.
The Professor fell backwards out the door, clutching at his crotch.
Ginger followed him out the door, standing naked in the moonlight.
Nearby, a similar disturbance was also occurring. The door to the
Professor's hut burst open, and Gilligan somersaulted backwards out the
door.
A naked, furious Mary Ann kicked at Gilligan's rolling body.
Gilligan dodged, and rolled over, scrambling to his feet. He ran over to
Ginger, who stood akimbo in the doorway of her hut. The Professor jumped
up and dashed over to his hut, where Mary Ann stood in a similar stance.
"Just where do you think you're going?" the two girls asked in unison.
"But, But, But..." Gilligan stammered.
Ginger pointed toward the Skipper's hut. "Go sleep there."
Mary Ann stepped aside. "Go on in, Professor."
The Professor stepped through the door. Mary Ann closed it after him. She
went over to Ginger's hut, and the two of them went inside and closed the
door.
Lovey shook her husband, who had fallen asleep on his feet. "Come on,
dear. It looks like everything is back to normal."
"Normal? Nookie?" Thurston muttered.
..................................................................
So this is the tale of our castaways
They're here for a long, long time.
They'll have to make the best of things
It's an uphill climb.
No phones, no lights, no motorcars,
Not a single luxury.
Like Robinson Ca-ru-soe,
It's primitive as can be.
So join us here each week, my friends
You're sure to get a smile
From seven stranded castaways
Here on Gilligan's Isle!
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THE END
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