2 comments/ 100411 views/ 8 favorites Gilligan's Discovery Ch. 01 By: jthserra It was a unique opportunity for Gilligan when the Professor gave him some left over materials from his high power telescope project. Working with some mirrors that the Professor had fashioned out of some glass salvaged from the Minnow and some hollowed-out bamboo tubes Gilligan had the makings of a high powered... something or other. Knowing he definitely had something working here, he tried to work one of the round mirrors into one end of a bamboo tube, but it got stuck at an odd angle. Trying again, he got the other mirror stuck in the other end of the tube, again at an odd angle. Realizing he needed to get the mirrors out, he carved into the bamboo just above the mirrors so he could reach in and simply push them out. The idea worked in theory, but even with the additional access provided by the holes he carved, he couldn't get the mirrors loose. Now Gilligan knew he had a problem so he went back to the Professor to describe his problem. A bit embarrassed about getting the mirrors so strangely wedged in the bamboo, he didn't take the tube with him. "Gilligan, you need to be careful with those mirrors, we don't have any to spare, but if you put a little lubrication around the edges they should slip into place. Let me show you," he said, lifting his reflecting telescope and holding it for Gilligan. "Wow, you made that already?" "Certainly Gilligan, and see here, I used a dab of facial cream that Ginger leant me and the mirrors went in perfectly. Here, take a look," he motioned to the eyepiece of the telescope. Gilligan responded, "Gee thanks Professor, I've never looked through a telescope before." "Why sure you have Gilligan, you've looked through the Captain's looking glass." "You mean that's a telescope?" "It's smaller than this one, but it's surely a telescope." "Wow, and to think I could have been another Couperus," Gilligan marveled. "You mean Copernicus don't you?" "No, I mean Andy Couperus, he used to have a telescope on his porch he could look down at the beach with. Yeah, all those lady surfers. He just loved those lady surfers." Closing one eye, Gilligan peered into the telescope and took in the sights. He was about to holler out, "Hey I see Mary Ann," but he pinched his tongue and just watched. She was walking down the path that led from the Howell's cabin wearing some strange leather outfit. Covered with metal studs and fasteners, the thin straps ran on each side of her exposed breasts. Stunned at the sight, Gilligan focused in on her breasts, amazed at the size of those well-rounded beauties. While she did wear some skimpy blouses at times, Gilligan never really had an opportunity to see them in their full and immense beauty. Finally pulling his gaze from her breasts and the erect nipples, Gilligan surveyed the rest of her leather... ah, costume. The straps that framed her breasts, ran down and crossed at her waist, splaying out just above her jet black g-string and then curling around her thighs. Letting his eyes cascade down those thighs, Gilligan saw her thigh high boots, which were polished to a sparkle. "Okay Gilligan," the Professor said impatiently, "I've got to finish up this telescope, it's almost ready to mount. Once I get it in place, I can use it to align our coconut radio beacon to an overhead space capsule and notify our position to the astronauts." "That's just wonderful Professor," Gilligan replied, holding the telescope out, and absent-mindedly releasing it. "Dammit Gilligan," the Professor shouted, diving and catching the telescope just inches above a large rock. "You're welcome Professor. I'm gonna go borrow some hand cream from Ginger I think." As he walked off, Gilligan did remember to stop by his hut and grab his tube. Maybe if he showed Mary Ann and Ginger how good his telescope was, he might get to find out a bit more about Mary Ann's leather outfit. Still a bit stunned at the vision he had through the telescope, Gilligan followed the winding path from his hut to Mary Ann's and Ginger's. Just as he was about to holler out, "Hello!" he stumbled on a rock and rolled up just beneath their window. Worried that he may have broken one of the mirrors, Gilligan looked into one of his carved holes and was immediately surprised at what he saw. Looking at his mirror he had a vision inside the hut, even though he was still lying flat on his stomach, a good three feet beneath the window. Intrigued at what he saw through his contraption, he quietly sat up and continued peeking into the window. Comfortably positioned, Gilligan let his eyes focus on what was happening in the room. Mary Ann, still in her leather outfit, stood in front of a kneeling and very naked Ginger. Noticing that Mary Ann had removed her thigh high boots, he saw that Ginger was obediently sliding Mary Ann's g-string down her thighs. Mary Ann stood above her, holding what appeared to be a riding crop in her hands. As Ginger removed the g-string, Mary Ann ran the crop gently across Ginger's back. Looking more closely, Gilligan could see the red marks glowing on the milky white skin. Mary Ann then moved the crop to rest on her shoulder as she held it with her right hand, she roughly grasped Ginger's hair and pulled her face up against her crotch. Mary Ann spread her legs wide, giving Ginger complete access and she responded moving her arms around Mary Ann's thighs and grasping her ass. She burrowed her face into Mary Ann's taut little pussy and began licking and sucking. Gilligan could hear the slurping sounds as Ginger feasted on her lover. "That's it you slut, drink all of Mr. Howell's white honey, every last drop. I want to be sparkling clean," Mary Ann said sternly, gritting her teeth as she ground her hips forward. "Yes, yes, clean me like that you bitch." Gilligan quietly repositioned himself, adjusting his erection that threatened to burst out of his pants. He continued watching as Mary Ann began moving her hips faster, grinding herself onto Ginger's face. Her hand still guided Ginger's head, her fingers tightly wound into Ginger's auburn mane. "Yeah, yeah, lick that cum you plastic cunt. Clean my clit... yes, clean it hard," she shouted now, pulling and pushing furiously on Ginger's hair. "Yes, yes... ugh, oh yes," she said, closing her eyes and moaning. "Yes." Gilligan could see Mary Ann trembling as she pulled Ginger's head away, "Oh you were very good today," she said, bending over and kissing Ginger on the lips, "Maybe I'll let you come too. Would you like that?" Ginger nodded enthusiastically. "Okay then, should I just watch, or should I help you?" "Help me please, please help..." Ginger began pleading, but was interrupted by Mary Ann's harsh glare. "Ginger, it is for me to decide, and you know I hate when you... hell, you know I love when you beg. So go on" "Oh please help me, please," Ginger continued. Suddenly, Gilligan noticed Mary Ann gaze toward the window with an odd look on her face. "Ginger, silence!" she whispered, squinting at the window. Gilligan quickly lowered his accidental periscope, closed his eyes, scrunched up and prayed she hadn't noticed him. His ear was to the ground as he heard the shuffling footsteps of two women moving inside the hut, heading toward their door. Gilligan's Discovery Ch. 02 Gilligan’s Discovered Gilligan slowly moved his arms from around his head and opened his eyes, as he raised his head and peeked in front of him he saw Ginger standing wrapped in a towel looking very sternly at him. On her right Mary Ann stood in her leather outfit, arms crossed and legs spread wide. The look in her eyes made him want to run fast, but he didn’t move. “I... I... can explain Mary Ann. You see I was helping the Professor with his telescope and he gave me a couple of mirrors, so I thought I’d build one for myself.” “Oh, so you could spy on us,” Mary Ann said angrily. “Yes... no, no not so I could spy, so I could look over the water for ships and things. I put the mirrors in, but they got stuck and the Professor said I should...” “So the Professor knows you are spying on us?” “Yes... no, no he knows I came here to borrow some hand cream so I can get the mirrors unstuck,” he paused, watching how Mary Ann was oddly looking him over, well, not over, she was staring at his crotch. Glancing down, Gilligan saw that his erection was poking straight out, leaving a sizable tent in his pants. “Ginger, do you see what I see.” “Damn Mary Ann, he’s even bigger than the Professor.” “Yes and he’s not looking to chase after the Captain either,” Mary Ann replied. Motioning to Gilligan she continued, “Come over here Gilligan. This is a side of you we’ve never seen.” Gilligan cautiously walked a bit closer to Mary Ann, reaching to adjust his erection as he moved. “Ah, ah, don’t touch that, leave it just like you have it,” Mary Ann ordered. “But it’s hard to walk…” “Gilligan! Listen to me! Do not touch it, leave it just like it is.” Giligan limped over and stood in front of Mary Ann, wondering what to expect next. He waited silently as Mary Ann slowly looked him over. “Ginger, take him inside, I think I’ve had a lovely idea for you.” She walked over, took Gilligan by the hand and led him into their hut. Mary Ann quickly followed where she settled into a chair facing the bed. “Gilligan, remove all your clothes, Ginger, come over here with me.” Gilligan began undressing while Ginger kneeled on the floor next to Mary Ann. The two whispered back and forth while Gilligan removed his shirt and carefully removed his pants, making sure his back was turned to the women. When he finished, he kept his back to them as she looked over his shoulder and whispered, “I’m finished.” “Well Gilligan, turn around.” He slowly turned toward them with his hands cupped at his crotch in an attempt to cover up his massive erection. He stood trembling as the ladies eyed him hungrily. “Gilligan, move you hands away from yourself.” Moving his hands he could see the astonishment on both their faces. He watched Mary Ann whisper something to Ginger, who immediately stood up, walked over to Gilligan and began stroking his throbbing cock with both hands. “Now Gilligan,” Mary Ann said coyly, toying with one of her nipples, “I want you to fuck Ginger senseless. I want watch her come as you thrust that massive piece of flesh into her, but, I don’t want you to come. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes ma’am Mary Ann ma’am.” “That’s better, now fuck her, and you better fuck her hard.” Gilligan looked over to the bed where Ginger lay on her back with her knees bent and her legs spread wide. He crawled over to her and kneeled above her, looking between her legs at the furry red patch above her pussy. His cock throbbed, longing for that wet opening. He leaned forward and slowly began sliding it into Ginger’s dripping cunt. He looked at her beautiful face, noticing the mascara runs at her eyes. He continued to move it slowly deeper into her as she moved her hands up to his shoulders. He felt her fingernails claw into his skin as his shaft disappeared between her pink lips. Ginger whispered, “Oh, he’s so big,” smiling as she spoke. Just past half his length into her, he paused to take a breath, and after two deep breaths he continued moving deeper and deeper into her. He could feel her wet folds expanding to receive his massive rod. Looking down and seeing one throbbing vein disappear into her he felt himself enter uncharted territory. This was the deepest he had ever pressed into anyone, nearly three fourths of his massive length. The wet warmth took just a bit more of him before the head of his cock ran into some resistance. He stopped his thrust and began the lengthy withdrawal. Trying to divert his attention from the soft wet sensation rolling over his cock he thought of a train, a long, long train crossing a river valley. Trees flashed by as the long train followed the tracks, but then, up ahead he saw a tunnel and he pictured that long, long train plowing deep into the tunnel. He had withdrawn all but the head of his cock, when he looked down at his glistening member and continued watching as it again began that almost endless slide deep into Ginger’s aching pussy. Looking to the side, Gilligan could see Mary Ann rubbing a hand over her clit as she licked her lips. Continuing the thrust, the cock again splashed deep into Ginger’s straining hole. Moaning while she drove her nails deep into Gilligan’s flesh, Ginger then let out a scream, “Oh yes Gilligan, tear me apart, just fuck me, fuck me.” Feeling her suddenly relax beneath him, he quickly paused, fighting the need to come as her tight cunt throbbed around him. Ginger’s eyes were closed and a small droplet of spittle ran from her lips. Gilligan began withdrawing his massive manhood from the burning depths of Ginger. No sooner than his cock's head had cleared Ginger’s red lips, Mary Ann pounced, turning Gilligan on his back. She squatted over him and lowered herself, diddling with her clit the entire time. She could take only about half of him before he felt his cock hit something deep inside Mary Ann. She then raised herself as inch after inch of his shaft slid out of her. She rose until nearly standing above him, with just the tip of his cock inside her and then she descended. She continued this movement until she arched her back and screamed out, “Come now Gilligan, give me all you got!” Gilligan let himself go and nearly immediately he felt a flash of intense sensation as he came, spurting his hot liquid desire deep in her pulsing folds. Lost in his orgasm, he barely noticed the contractions of her cunt around him. He felt more and more come pump into her, until it began flowing out of her and running down his still massive cock. Finally falling off of him, Mary Ann gasped, “Damn Gilligan, I won’t be able to walk for a week.” “I’m sorry Mary...” “Quiet, damn, don’t be sorry, you just stick around here for the rest of the day in case we need you to run any errands.” “But the Professor may need some help.” “Fuck the Professor,” Mary Ann shouted. “Well I almost did, but he got one look at me,” he said nodding to his flagging penis, “and walked away mumbling to himself. He’s been with the Captain, ever since.” “Look Gilligan, I want you to wear this,” Mary Ann whispered, draping a leather collar around his neck. “Oh look, just like yours Ginger.” “Yes, Gilligan, just like mine,” she cooed. The day ended with the Professor working his hardest to get off of the island, Mary Ann figuring a way to stay on the island and Gilligan wondering just what had he gotten himself into. Ginger just rested her head on Gilligan’s thigh running her fingers along the incredible length of his, now sleeping, python. Gilligan's Discovery Ch. 03 Gilligan’s Discovery Ch. 03 Finally able to extricate himself from Ginger’s grip on his thighs, Gilligan quietly grabbed his clothes and his periscope and slipped away from the hut. Quickly dressing he headed down the one path that could not be watched from Mary Ann’s window. Following the path that wound down to the Howell’s hut, Gilligan carefully carried his periscope as he tried to formulate a plan. A bit surprised at what he discovered about Ginger and Mary Ann, Gilligan was more excited about the possibilities of his bamboo and mirrored invention. Not wanting to shout to Mr. Howell, since the girls may hear him and wake up, Gilligan crept to the edge of the clearing. He could hear the shower running and Mrs. Howell singing, not a bad voice really. At the corner of the Howell’s hut, through a large arched opening was their luxurious shower. Framed in bamboo, the walls of the shower were actually made of a finely woven array of branches and thatch. The shower plumbing was comprised of an elevated cistern that was heated in the sunlight. The piping was made out of hollowed out bamboo. It was obvious that Howell would have to pay the Professor a pretty penny when he got back to civilization for the work he put in while constructing the shower. Gilligan noticed Mr. Howell crouching to the side of the shower, lifting up a small flap on one of the walls and peering in, as he looked closer, Gilligan could see that Mr. Howell had his cock in his hand as he pumped furiously. Wanting to investigate with his periscope a little more, Gilligan ducked behind a bush and raised one end of his invention. Through the reflection he watched Mr. Howell continue moving his right hand back and forth over his cock, while his left hand held up the cover to the peephole where he watched his wife taking a shower. Gilligan knew about Mr. Howell’s desire to watch, it was well known across the island. In fact it had cost them an opportunity to escape the island once when a small boat had actually landed on a secluded beach. Mr. Howell, fleeing Mary Ann after she caught him trying to look in on her taking a shower, hid in the brush just beyond the beach. A young couple anchored the boat just off the beach and went for a swim. Before long, they were rolling together in the surf, reminiscent of the movie "From Here to Eternity." Anyway, Howell watched as the couple came up out of the water and began undressing. The woman was very thin, with small breasts, not something Howell was especially drawn to, but she had a very shapely ass, which she wiggled in a most provocative way. The woman’s friend obviously enjoyed how she moved her ass, because when his bathing suit came off, he was already very erect. Rather than shout out and get help escaping the island, Howell took out his throbbing erection and began stroking himself. The couple first settled into a missionary position, but after a few moments, Howell felt a bit guilty and began to shout out. The couple just happened to change positions, with the man on his back and the woman lowering herself onto his cock. Howell began stroking himself again, moving his hand gently over his cock with the same speed as the woman moved over her lover’s cock. Each time as he went to call out, the couple shifted positions, further exciting Mr. Howell until, as the two people writhed in an extended orgasm, Howell’s cock finally exploded, spraying his come all down his legs, soaking his pants. He furiously tried to clean up his clothes and rush out onto the beach, but by the time he was cleaned up enough, the boat had turned toward the open water. Howell ran onto the beach waving his hands and screaming for them, but the sound of the boat’s motor drowned out his voice and soon the boat became just a dot on the horizon. Howell had sworn Gilligan to secrecy when he recounted the event, but of course, within a day or two, everyone knew what had happened. It took some time before everyone on the island was speaking to each other again. Suddenly Gilligan heard Mrs. Howell shout, “Have you finished yet Thurston?” “It’s coming Lovee, just a minute or two more,” he replied. “Can’t you hurry, I’m getting all pruney?” At the thought of a pruney Mrs. Howell, Gilligan twisted the periscope to see if he could catch a glimpse of her beautifully mature body. In turning the device, Gilligan’s foot caught on a root and he tumbled out of the bush and into the clearing. Howell, quickly slipping his cock back into his pants cried out, “Gilligan my boy, what brings you here, and what pray tell do you have there?” “Well Mr. Howell, I tried to make a telescope but it didn’t work.” “Let me look at that,” Howell replied, immediately recognizing what Gilligan had invented. “Yes, I can see that this is not a very good telescope. I tell you what Gilligan, why don’t you let me borrow it and see if I can’t come up with an idea how to fix it.” “Oh, I don’t know...” “It will be okay Gilligan, when we get back home I can get a dozen of these made for you.” “Well okay Mr. Howell, but don’t show it to Mary Ann or Ginger, when I showed it to them they got really mad.” “Oh no Gilligan,” he replied, “I won’t let them see it.” “Okay, just be careful,” Gilligan replied. “Don’t worry my boy,” Howell said as he headed down the path toward Ginger and Mary Ann’s hut. “Thurston, Thurston, I got soap in my eyes, can you hand me a towel?” Gilligan turned to see Mrs. Howell stepping out of the shower, her beautiful gray hair dripped down on her shoulders, the droplets of water ran over her breasts. They sagged perfectly with the nipples pointing downward and slightly to the sides. Gilligan couldn’t move his eyes off of her, her stomach rolled out a touch and the loose skin along her sides tightened at her hips. “Thurston, my towel please,” she said, her hands feeling their way along the shower walls. Gilligan’s eyes descended to the thick bush of hair below her belly. The gray strands seemed to highlight what must have been her natural dark colored hair. Beads of water sparkled in the sunlight and Gilligan felt his cock rise. He grabbed a towel and handed it to her and as she dried her eyes, Gilligan covered his eyes with his hands. “Gilligan! What are you doing here?” she shouted. Only then did she glance down just below his waist. “I was talking to Mr. Howell, I wasn’t looking, I promise.” She wrapped the towel around herself and said, “It’s okay Gilligan.” Looking down at his erection she continued, “Yes, I think everything will be fine. Won’t you come inside?” (continued in chapter 4) Gilligan's Discovery Ch. 04 Gilligan followed Mrs. Howell, watching the water from the shower drip sensuously down the back of her thighs. The pale skin was beautifully lined with the spidering veins that so excited him. He had some difficulty walking with his erection poking so prominently from his pants. Even after he adjusted it several times, the bulge was still very apparent. Mrs. Howell sat down on a delicately carved chair next to her bed and then looked up at Gilligan. "Gilligan, you saw me without clothing, I think it's only fair if I can see you naked." Quickly trying to change the subject, Gilligan asked, "Where did you get such a finely crafted chair out here?" "You're changing the subject Gilligan," she replied. With a lusty lick of her lips she continued, "Now please remove your clothing Gilligan." Gilligan slowly kicked off his shoes and then pulled off his socks, nearly stumbling. "Careful," Mrs. Howell started, "we don't want to break or injure anything," she continued, eyeing the massive bulge in his pants. He then removed his shirt, unbuttoned his pants and wiggled out of them. He stood up in just his jockey shorts with his cock threatening to rip though the well worn fabric. Mrs. Howell could see a wet spot slowly spreading in the white cotton fabric. Gilligan could see her eyes staring at his cock as he eased his underwear around his huge member and let them fall to the floor. "My, my Gilligan, where have you been hiding that all these months we've been here," she said, standing up and letting her towel fall to the floor. Both of them stood there, staring at each other's bodies. Finally, Gilligan reached out a hand and cupped it beneath her breast lifting it up, he lowered his mouth and took her nipple between his lips. Gently sucking it into his mouth he felt her arch her back as she reached for his cock wrapping both her hands around it. Amazed at its girth, she slowly stroked its length, moving the skin back and forth along the shaft. Thinking of how his thick cock would fill her cunt, she felt a strange tingling in her stomach, something she had not felt since the time she first had sex on a pile of Thurston's money. Holding tight to his enormous rod, she backed up towards the bed. Leading him by his cock, she stepped she felt the delicious moist feel of her pussy and knew she was ready for him, foreplay or not. She was so turned on, she knew she would not need the lubricant today. Reaching the bed she sat down and looked down the barrel of him. A hint of pre-cum glistened at its tip and she quickly darted her tongue to it, tasting the salty tang of him. Opening her mouth wide, she eased it over his head taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. The end prodded her throat as her lips barely reached past the glans. She began sucking, tasting more pre-cum tumble into her mouth. She reached her hands up to his balls and massaged them. Gilligan began moving his hips as Mrs. Howell's expert mouth sucked him hard. Feeling himself approaching orgasm, he took her head and moved it back from him. "Mrs. Howell, if you don't stop that I'll come in your mouth and I want to feel your pussy around me." "Oh Gilligan, yes, come put that monster in me," she exclaimed, backing onto the bed, raising her knees and spreading her legs wide. "First things first Mrs. Howell," he said, moving his face between her legs. Wanting to taste her, he quickly burrowed his tongue between her wet lips and into her soaking opening. The intense warm and tangy taste of her was overwhelming and he reached his hands to her ass and buried his face into her. He moved his tongue in and out of the tasty opening as he let his nose casually brush against her clit. He felt her hips move up to him as she breathed heavily. Looking up, he watched her breasts jiggle up and down with each breath, as she got closer and closer to climax, her hips bucking wildly up and down, but just as she seemed about to come, she clasped his head in her hands. Staring into his eyes she pleaded, "Your cock now!" Gilligan rose up above her and leaned forward as she held his cock in one hand and opened her lips with the other. Guiding him into her hungry opening, he felt her wet warmth and pressed, experiencing the incredible sensation of her folds stretching around him. His cock moved into her, opening her with every inch. He slowed, thinking he neared the end, but she grabbed him, pulling him deeper and deeper into her. Thinking to himself that he was deeper inside Mrs. Howell than even was with Ginger and she still urged for more. Finally, after piercing her with nearly 7/8s of his entire length he felt the bump of her womb. He tried to slowly withdraw, but Mrs. Howell cried out, "Faster Gilligan faster." Excited at her pleading, he quickened his pace, driving himself deep into her and quickly withdrawing. He felt himself about to come when she screamed, "Yes fuck me Gilligan, fuck me." Unable to hold back any more, he exploded, flooding her with massive splashes of come. She wrapped her legs around his ass, arched her back and moaned. Gilligan pressed himself deep into her wet warmth and stopped, experiencing her incredible depth. Unmoving, he savored the sensation of her pussy walls contracting around him, pulsing in her climax. "Oh Gilligan, I've never had anyone or anything fuck me like that. I've never been so filled before." "Mrs. Howell, I've never had a woman take that much before." "I guess this old gal can still show you a thing or two," she replied. Rolling onto his side beside her, he reached up and gently caressed the soft flesh of her breasts. "You're not old Mrs. Howell." "Old enough to be your mother." "That's not that old, besides, I've always been attracted to mature women." He leaned his head forward and nestled it on her breast. "I don't care what they all say about you Gilligan, you do have a way with words." "Do I really Mrs. Howell, do I really?" "Well with words and with this," she whispered, clasping his still large, but mostly flaccid cock. She felt it begin to grow a bit, so she slowly began stroking it. "Definitely with this," she continued, looking forward to the rest of the evening. Gilligan's Discovery Ch. 05 Thurston Howell III walked quietly down the path toward Mary Ann and Ginger's hut. He carefully carried Gilligan's makeshift periscope, thinking of the wonderful delights he'd be able to experience with it. Howell had known of Mary Ann's desires, he had watched her with Ginger before. Thinking back, he recalled his initial shock at Mary Ann in her dominatrix attire, but later after some thought he realized it was an understandable thing. Meek and mild in her outward nature, the sheer power of the woman was something deep inside her, something that screamed for release. Sex allowed her that powerful release. He remembered, once he recovered from the shock, how sexy she looked in the leather. Still very youthful in appearance, her taut body's tanned skin was wonderfully complemented by the dark leather straps and the shiny buckles and straps. In stunning contrast, the light skin of her breasts and ass seemed almost to sparkle inside her hut. He had been mesmerized by the fluid flow of her muscles as she audaciously wielded her cat over Ginger's body. Initially ignoring Ginger's body, Howell lost himself in the way Mary Ann's muscles tightened and released as she slowly drew her back the cat-o-nine tails back, letting the individual tails dangle a moment, the sweat on them glistening in the sunlight that struck it. It was almost hypnotic, her movement, the dangling, sparkling strands, and Ginger's undulating body. Noticing Ginger's body now, he saw the pink lines that crossed her trembling back. Sweat rained down her body, its flow ebbing with her every heavy breath, besides a high pitched grunt at impact. Ginger endured the blows in silence, her hands, white knuckled, gripped the back of a chair so tightly, Howell wondered how the bamboo didn't crush in her grip. Slowly gaining speed, Mary Ann then moved her arm in a perfect arc, starting from a point beneath her beautiful white breasts, moving upward in a pendular motion and then, with a flick of her wrist, her arm turned and came flashing down. Sweat sprayed as the leather strands splashed onto Ginger's back as she grunted ecstatically. "Touch yourself Ginger," Mary Ann shouted. "Oh thank you, thank you." "Quiet, Ginger. You are to be perfectly silent." Howell remembered watching Ginger reach her right hand between her legs and begin moving furiously. Her left hand remained on the chair, supporting her in her kneeling position. Her hips began to move in unison with her hand, while the black leather cat began its compelling journey. Ginger's back seemed to sway as her breathing quickened and the sudden sparkling splash of the leather onto her back made her arch her back. Howell caught a glimpse of her face, her eyes shut tight in pleasure as mascara ran down her cheeks. He noticed her teeth indented into her lip as her breath hissed out her nose, spraying sweat in a crystalline mist. Mary Ann increased the rhythm of her blows, feeding off of Ginger's frenzy. The leather slapped loudly onto her wet flesh, marking her in a stunning pink with every impact. Ginger suddenly moaned and her head turned to Mary Ann, as if pleading. "Come Ginger, come," Mary Ann screamed, beautifully crashing the cat onto her back once again. At the impact Ginger came, still facing Mary Ann, but arching her back. Her face contorted and she clamped her teeth into her lip. Tears streamed down her face, as her body began move in an almost rhythmic convulsion. Howell watched a trickle of blood flow over Ginger's chin and fall onto her arm. Looking down he noticed she had four fingers thrust into her cunt as juices flowed over her hand. Mary Ann dropped the cat, pulled the chair from Ginger and placed one foot up on it. With one foot on the floor and another up on the chair, she grabbed Ginger's head and drug it to her own pussy. Ginger, quickly pulled her fingers out of herself to catch her balance and then began moving her face over Mary Ann's, now ravenous cunt. From behind Mary Ann, Howell couldn't see what Ginger was doing to her, but he could see Mary Ann flex her ass as she moved. Remembering he had been so mesmerized by the scene, he had not even had a chance to free his cock from his pants, Howell shook his head at that missed opportunity. Mary Ann had driven herself onto Ginger's face in an incredible display of erotic power that left both women sprawled on the floor gasping for breath. Only then had Howell opened his pants and begun to stroke himself. Unfortunately, in the post orgasmic quiet, Mary Ann heard Howell's frantic jerking and sat up and looked at her window. Howell immediately turned and ran, zipping up his pants as he moved through the jungle. Now as he quietly approached the hut, carrying Gilligan's periscope, Howell smiled at the memories. Of course, that chase had led him to his discovery of the visitors to the island and his greatest embarrassment. Looking back, Howell had to admit to himself, it was all worth it so see Mary Ann in her powerful glory. He moved up against the building and carefully moved the periscope so he could see into the window. Ginger, completely naked, was pouring Mary Ann a cup of coffee. (Continued in chapter 6) Gilligan's Discovery Ch. 06 Gilligan’s Discovery Ch. 06 Thurston Howell III moved up against the building and carefully moved Gilligan's periscope so he could see into the window. Ginger, completely naked, was pouring Mary Ann a cup of coffee. Looking at Mary Ann, he saw she was wearing her leather outfit, one that accentuated her breasts, with straps that curled around them and then wove a delicious pattern down her beautiful body. Feeling his cock grow, Howell unzipped his pants and pulled out his member and watched as it grew to its full length. Looking back inside, he saw Ginger sitting down next to Mary Ann at the table. Gripping himself, he was a bit disappointed that there wasn’t any real action going on inside the hut. It was nice looking at their naked bodies, but he wanted to watch them doing something. He did enjoy the time he got to see these two in action, but he nearly got caught, barely escaping Mary Ann as she chased him into the forest. Of course, this was a small island and when he finally decided to return to his cabin, he found that it wasn’t his Lovey waiting for him in his bedroom, but a very angry Mary Ann. Beginning to rub his cock, Howell thought back to that painful, but exciting time. He had entered his room and was getting undressed to take a shower when he heard a voice. “Did you enjoy your run Mr. Howell?” He looked up to see Mary Ann emerge from his closet and immediately turned to run, but found Ginger standing at the door. She immediately closed the door and leaned on it. “You liked watching, well now it’s time to turn the tables,” Mary Ann growled. “Ginger is going to watch me torture that tiny cock and those two marbles of yours.” Remembering the odd sinking he felt as she heard her talk about torturing his cock and balls, Howell began moving his hand faster, sliding it up and down his shaft. He took his other hand and squeezed his balls a bit, just enough to send an initial stab of pain up to his stomach. He closed his eyes and visualized what Mary Ann did to him that day. Following Mary Ann’s instructions he undressed, neatly folded his clothes and then climbed onto the bed. She had him kneel in front of her, while she took some smooth rope and leather and moved to his ass. He felt her hands slide down his ass, just barely touching him. His cock stiffened at her touch, but then she suddenly grabbed his balls and squeezed, nearly making him fall off the bed in pain. Using her shoulders, Mary Ann steadied him as she whispered in his ears, “Did that hurt you? Well, before we’re done here, you’re gonna love that pain.” She then wrapped the rope and leather contraption over his balls and then looped the straps over and around his cock. Looking back under himself, Howell saw his tightly bound cock with a long cord hanging from it. Wondering what that was for, he felt a sudden constriction and could do nothing but back off of the bed as he felt the painful pull on his jewels. “Now kneel,” Mary Ann shouted. He immediately fell to his knees on the floor, feeling the compressing pain between his legs ease a bit. She then bent down behind him and he felt a light tugging, as if she was tying the cord to something. When she then appeared in front of him, Howell peeked back between his legs and saw the long cord tied off to the chair. “Ginger darling, you look awful tired standing over there, would you like to sit down to watch this?” “Oh yes, Mary Ann,” Ginger replied in the best Hollywood voice. Ginger walked, swinging her hips seductively, over to the chair. With her usual overdone flair, she sat. Mary Ann then sat down on the bed in front of Howell, opening her legs and giving him an incredible view of her delicious pussy. Her lips were swollen and as she moved her fingers to them, she opened them a bit letting him see how wet she was. Looking up a bit, he saw the knob of her clit peeking from under a beautiful matt of curly hair. How he wanted to run his face through that soft forest. “Oh, you like this?” she asked. He nodded. “Wouldn’t you like to taste this?” she said, opening her lips and slipping a finger inside. She removed her finger and Howell felt himself drooling as he saw it glisten in the light. “Mr. Howell, I want you to eat me. My pussy is just dripping with desire for you. Please eat me Mr. Howell, I want to feel your tongue inside me.” He quickly moved his head toward her but felt an electric jolt of intense pain shoot through him. He was tethered too close to the chair to reach Mary Ann. “Oh Mr. Howell, aren’t you going to eat me?” He tried to move, but felt the pain again. “Now come on Mr. Howell, Ginger can’t be that heavy. All you have to do is drag that chair a little closer and you can eat my hungry pussy.” Taking a deep breath, he slowly leaned until he felt the binding tighten a bit. He then clenched his teeth and leaned further, feeling the painful constriction around his balls. The pain increased as he leaned, but he continued, finally feeling a flood of relief as he heard the chair slide a bit. Inspired by the ground he made, he took a breath and leaned again hearing the sound of the chair as he gained a few more centimeters. Sweat began to roll down his brow, but then he looked up and saw how close he was to that beautiful pussy. He could see the intricate pattern the inner lips made between the symmetrical curves of the outer lips. It was a delicate blossom that he wanted, no, needed to bury his tongue into. He pulled more, feeling his balls shift a bit in the compression. Focusing his vision on the slightly pink center of Mary Ann’s pussy, he dismissed everything from his mind but that glorious opening. His motion became a prayer, a divine homage to the soft glistening folds before him. The noise from the chair was his mantra, repeating in a rhythmic chant, the pain, that brought him bit by bit closer to her, became his light, guiding his heart on the true path. Mary Ann was speaking, as was Ginger, but Howell heard nothing now, all he knew was the pink of her and the white light of pain. He could smell her now, her musty fragrance wafted through his existence and, as a pilgrim on a journey, it became part of him, driving him on this trek. He chanted, groaning with each pull as the sweat now poured from his body. Stretching, he felt his nose brush against flesh and encouraged, he pulled, wincing at the pain. His outstretched tongue could just touch her now, so he leaned and hearing the chair he knew he was almost there. Pulling again, he felt the chair scoot and his face splashed into the waves of her pussy. He sank his tongue deep inside her, lapping the wet taste from her. Burrowing his tongue into her, his nose moved over her clit, and he heard her moan now. He continued, feeling her move to him now, bucking her pelvis onto him, grabbing his head and grinding on him. Moving his face back and forth, he felt her juices running down his face. He turned his head to breathe, like a swimmer and then returned his face to her trembling body. He now moved in unison with her, moving his tongue to her clit and sliding, two, three, and four fingers into her greedy opening. Feeling his fingers penetrate her, she screamed out, “Yes, yes,” and came, clenching her cunt muscles around him as she drew every sensation from him that she could. She relaxed her body and Howell rested his forehead on the bed for a moment, he then slid onto the floor. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again he saw Mary Ann standing above him, looking down at him. Her legs were spread wide and her pussy glistened in her come and his saliva. He heard her speak, “You did very well Mr. Howell, now I think I will let you fuck me.” Howell felt a wonderful sensation course through him and looking down saw his cock shoot his jism onto the wall of the hut. He slowed his stroking, milking every ounce of come from the tiny whole, watching it tumble onto the sand. He looked back through the window and noticed Mary Ann and Ginger were gone! “You haven’t learned anything from me have you?” he heard Mary Ann’s harsh voice roll over him. He turned and shook his head, “No.” “Well I guess I’ll have to teach you another lesson.” “Yes Mary Ann,” he said, trembling in fear... and anticipation. Gilligan's Discovery Ch. 07 Gilligan’s Discovery Ch. 07 “Well with words and with this,” she whispered, clasping his still large, but mostly flaccid cock. She felt it begin to grow a bit, so she slowly began stroking it. “Definitely with this,” she continued, looking forward to the rest of the evening. Like a snake charmed by the flowing music of a snake charmer, Gilligan saw his massive member rise to the music of Mrs. Howell’s touch. He watched her small hands, mottled with dark veins and age spots, slide down the length of his shaft with an exciting combination of feather light touch and iron hand grip. He reached his hand to her hips and moved it along her loose skin, soon sliding from her hips to curl his fingers through her wisps of hair, still damp from their magnificent coupling. Gazing down at her pussy he thought to himself that, even though she sagged in some places, she took more of him than any woman he had known, which he freely admits has been limited. Looking at her lips, still a bit pink from the friction of their lovemaking, he noticed a bit of white, frothy liquid that had oozed from her drip down her thigh. Feeling her tongue now slide along his rigid rod, lapping up the mix of their come that had coated it, he suddenly felt a thirst arise in him. Instead of craving water, he craved the taste of the heady mixture of her come with his. Moving closer to her, Gilligan began kissing her stomach, running his lips and tongue over her pale skin. Kissing down her stomach, he could soon smell the pungent aroma of their sex, an inviting mixture of her sweet, natural perfume, his sweat, her pussy and the strange, almost metallic scent of his semen. Feeling Mrs. Howell’s attempts to take the head of his cock into her mouth, Gilligan snaked his tongue through the matted curls of her hair and worked down over her clit. Hearing her sigh as his tongue touched the tiny knob, he continued his quest to quench his ardent thirst sliding his lips and tongue down her delicious slit. Wrapping both hands around his incredible girth she began a rough and vigorous stroking as her mouth took in as much of his cock head as she could. Occasionally dipping her tongue into the relatively small, but still very large hole in the tip of his cock, she drew out his precum in tiny dabs. His journey finally complete, Gilligan burrowed his tongue deep into her wet pussy and was immediately flooded with their elegant elixir. The motion of her hips showed him she wanted more so he pressed his face firmly to her lips so he could probe her depths with his tongue. With each dip of the tongue, he was rewarded with a various assortment of flavors as she churned with pleasure. Wonderful sensations slithered up and down his long cock, and the wet, swirling tongue on his glans, began that churning inside Gilligan and he moved his lips back to her clit. Slipping his thumb into her cunt to replace his tongue, he drew her firm knob between his lips and sucked, lightly running his tongue over its smooth skin. The intense pleasure that now shot through her body inspired Mrs. Howell to intensify her manipulation of Gilligan’s log. Though she couldn’t even get all of the head into her mouth, she made up for it with a voracious combination of sucking and licking. Feeling his enormous shaft thicken even more, she moved even faster coaxing his cock closer and closer to coming. Closing his eyes at the pleasure coursing his cock, he licked her clit and slid his fingers though her crevice deep into her cunt. Her hips moved fast now, slapping his face with her pussy lips, wetting it with each slap. Knowing he could hold off no longer, he arched his back and splashed his come onto the back of Mrs. Howell’s mouth, nearly gagging her. Pausing his sucking on her clit at the moment of his climax, he quickly started again, with a passion and pace that pulled her pussy to him. He heard her panting as her pulsations began pouring her pussy juices over his fingers and down his arm. They both rolled back on the bed breathing deeply. Amazed at the intensity of their union, Gilligan and Mrs. Howell could only stare into each other’s eyes, wondering what would happen next. Gilligan ran his hand along her hip as she gently stroked his limp python. Suddenly they heard a loud commotion outside as the professor ran through their camp screaming, “We’re saved, we’re saved. I finally reached their satellite, they will be sending a ship to save us.” Gilligan sat up and shouted, “They’re coming here?” “Yes, they will be here in a week,” the professor said coming up to the window. Looking at a naked Mrs. Howell he quickly averted his gaze, to only Gilligan. “My telescope located the satellite and I contacted them with my banana-based radio.” He then glanced down at the massive member that snaked through Mrs. Howell’s hands, and gasped. “Are you okay Professor?” Mrs. Howell asked. Coughing, he answered, “Uh, yes, just something that caught in my throat,” (or more correctly, something he wished he could catch in his throat). “Gilligan, stop by my hut tomorrow, I have some important things to discuss with you.” “Okay Professor, I’ll come by first thing.” “Oh, and Gilligan...” “Yes Professor?” “Please come alone,” he said with an ardent smile. “Oh, okay Professor, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Staring down at the monstrous member he replied, “And I will see you.” Gilligan's Discovery Ch. 08 Gilligan quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to awaken Mrs. Howell. The night had been very strenuous and frankly, Gilligan needed a bit of a break from the non-stop sexual activity. Mrs. Howell was an experienced and sexy older woman who knew how to please a man as she took pleasure from him, but after hours of frenzied activity, he just needed a break. He had promised to go see the Professor a week ago, but Mrs. Howell kept him busy and this morning was his first chance to get away for a few minutes. Seeing the first hint of sunlight through the hut window, Gilligan quickly dressed and headed out to see the Professor. A rescue ship headed their way and the castaways had a lot of work to do to get prepared. The Professor probably needed Gilligan's help on some of the preparations. "Hi Professor, you're already up I see," Gilligan shouted as he walked down the path to the man's hut. "Good morning Gilligan," he said, eyeing his body and smiling. "How are you this morning?" "It's nice to get a bit of a break from Mrs. Howell, that woman is in... in..." "Insatiable?" "How do you know? Have you and her..." "No, no Gilligan, I just finished what you were saying. You were going to say insatiable?" "No, I was going to say she is in... ah... in..." "Inexhaustible?" "No." "Incredible?" "No, Mrs. Howell is in her bed sleeping." "That's all you were going to say?" "Yes, what did you expect me to say?" "I expected you to say insatiable or incredible or something." "Oh, okay Professor. You wanted to see me this morning, you need help in getting ready for our rescue?" "Yes Gilligan, I need you to step inside my hut and get undressed." "Okay," he replied, walking into the building and quickly removing his clothes. Stepping back outside he called out, "I'm ready Professor." "Good god little buddy, you're huge!" "Oh hi, Skipper," Gilligan said, looking at his bulky friend. Kneeling down and taking Gilligan's cock in both his hands he said to the Professor, "He's even bigger than you Professor." "Yes he is." "I mean a lot bigger than you," Skipper replied. "Well, not a 'lot' bigger." "No Professor, he's a hell of a lot bigger..." "Okay Skipper, I get the point." "I wonder what it would look like when it's angry," Skipper said, moving his hands up and down Gilligan's long shaft. Pulling his still soft shaft from the Skipper, Gilligan said, "Oh no Skipper, I just left Mrs. Howell and this thing needs some rest." His hands lowered and gingerly covered up his massive organ. "You think you might want to come back later?" the Professor asked as he stroked his own cock. "Sorry guys, you've heard the expression." "What expression?" "Once you've had old, you're forever sold," Gilligan answered. "I've never heard that," the Professor replied. "You've never fucked Mrs. Howell," Gilligan said, watching the Skipper slip his mouth over the Professor's respectable erection. "And you've never fucked the Skipper. Right Skipper?" "Mphff ugh, phump mughff..." The Professor nodded his agreement to Gilligan. "What did he say?" "He said, 'And you've never sucked my cock,'" the Professor replied, pumping his cock in and out of the Skipper's mouth. "So what do you need me here for, and why did I need to take off my clothes?" Removing the cock from his mouth the Skipper answered, "The Professor and I wanted to try out your monster cock, but it appears Mrs. Howell has just sucked you dry." "So you don't need me?" "Not with that flaccid thing," the Professor replied as he lubed up his cock and slipped it into the Skipper's ass. "Yeah, go back to your OLD woman." "I will," Gilligan replied angrily, "You know what they say..." "Once you've had old you're forever sold," the Skipper and the Professor said together. Gilligan quickly dressed and headed back toward Mrs. Howell's hut, stepping past the two men. He paused to watch the Professor arched his back and dumped his cum deep into the Skipper's ass and then he continued walking. He heard the Skipper call out, "Last chance little buddy," as he disappeared from view. The next morning all seven castaways gathered on the beach, expecting to see the ship arrive any minute. Gilligan and Mrs. Howell walked up to the Professor as he was stacking the lumber that the others had brought to him. "What are you doing Professor?" Mrs. Howell asked. "We need to build a bonfire and light it when we first see the ship. There are so many islands out here we need to signal them, otherwise they won't know which island it is and simply sail away." "Simply sail away?" "That's what they told me, if they don't spot the fire they'll just sail away." "Why don't we just light it now?" Gilligan asked. "It may be too soon, I don't think we can keep it burning until the ship shows up. We just need to watch, and when they come into view we light the fire." The castaways finished building the fire and stuck four torches in the sand, burning and ready to be used to start the fire. They all stood for awhile looking out to sea, searching for a ship. After nearly an hour, they broke up in three groups, each wandering off near the clearing. The Skipper and Professor walked to a small dune, where they could watch for the ship and yet still be alone. Mary Ann and Ginger found another dune to settle behind and Gilligan and Mrs. Howell found some trees to sit beneath, as Mr. Howell snuck into the woods so he could watch each group. The morning wore on as each group began to realize they would soon be saying good bye to each other. Mr. Howell watched from the woods as each group began undressing. He quickly moved over near Mary Ann and Ginger as they began kissing each other's breasts. Mary Ann then kissed down Ginger's stomach, pulling the actress over her. Ginger, straddling Mary Ann's face began grinding her pussy as Mary Ann lapped away. Ginger moved her hands over her hard nipples and soon moaned in ecstasy. Hearing a noise from further down the beach, Mr. Howell snuck back into the woods and quietly approached as the Skipper pounded his cock into the Professor's tight ass. Both men grunted and groaned like animals as they wrestled together. Howell pulled his cock out of his pants and began stroking furiously watching the two men. "Oh Gilligan, fuck me, fuck me..." echoed through the trees and Howell, without missing a stroke on his cock, ran to he other side of the beach. Peeking through the trees he watched his wife bounce up and down over Gilligan, impaling herself on his giant cock. Gilligan held her hips tightly as she moved, pulling her onto him. The sight of his wife being fucked by that incredible cock turned Howell on so much that he quickly closed his eyes, feeling the pleasure surge through him, and came, letting his white cum dribble onto the sand. Opening his eyes as he milked the last of his juice out of his small cock, he happened to look toward the horizon. "The ship, the ship," he shouted, running to the fire, his cock still hanging out of his pants, and tossing the torches into the stack of wood. He carefully fanned the fire, until it blazed, billowing a dark cloud of smoke. In the distance he saw the ship lower a small craft and realized he saved the day. He had finally made up for ruining the last rescue attempt. Slowly, each of the three pairs of lovers, still covered in sweat and cum, joined him by the fire. They stood together as the small boat approached the beach, wondering what civilization might bring them.