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Prologue: (Boring stuff)
Nearly four years ago now, I wrote a three-part story called "Passion
Fruit" involving the characters from Gilligan's Island. Those three
postings kicked off a series I've called "PORNO TV", parodies of classic
television shows with an adult theme.
The Gilligan story, however, has always been the most popular, the most
requested and reposted story I've written. (Second would be the "Wizard of
Oz" parody, "Dorothy Does Oz".)
I had actually begun writing the following story in June, 1997,
concurrently with finishing the "Brisco County" story and along with the
beginnings of a "Beverly Hillbillies" tale. I had just finished the Brisco
story and sent it to Celeste for pre-reviewing when my wife passed away.
This Gilligan story sat untouched and unfinished on the hard drive until a
month ago. The Hillbillies story has been deservedly canned, except for
one "good" scene which may appear in a future compilation.
Only recently have I gotten back in the mood to complete this tale. Thank you,
Beverly. (See "Sweet Inspiration" on the web page below.)
If you haven't read the first three Gilligan stories, you can find them on
my story page, along with all of the other "PORNO TV" stories.:
http://members.aol.com/ptvstories
(Please note that this reflects a change from the old "IgLou" address.)
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In the final part of the previous trilogy, Mary Ann had moved in with the
Professor, Gilligan had moved in with Ginger, and the Skipper had agreed to
secret late-night visits from Mrs. Howell.
I thought I was done with the Island. I wanted to be done with the Island.
But more story demanded to be told.
So now we must...
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(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.
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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.
...........................................................
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!
...................................................................
THE END
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