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Gilligan's Island

By: Kip Carson



*** The following is a parody, and is not associated in any way with the original television series or its characters. ***


The seven castaways led a little more of an exciting life than they showed you on television. There was a lot more boners than just Gilligan's screwups. Ginger Grant that gorgeous red haired goddess, was sunbathing by the lagoon. She had a pair of bikini bottoms on, and her top was lying beside her in the hot sand. Mary Ann was also at the lagoon, making some coconut cream pies for everyone. Ginger rolled over to her back, her firm breasts stood out proudly with their perfect pink nipples fully erect. 

Mary Ann glanced at Ginger and saw those mouthwatering breasts. Mary Ann was quite horny, being on that deserted island was starting to get to her. She felt her pussy get moist as she looked at Ginger's perfect breasts. Mary Ann quickly felt herself, rubbing her moist mound making sure no one could see her. Ginger was feeling quite horny herself. She was used to having her choice of big hollywood studs to fuck her anytime she wanted. 

It had been years since she had a hard cock inside of her tight redhaired snatch. Years since she had held a large hard one in her hand and stroked it til it filled her sucking mouth with hot cum. Ginger was thinking about her last fuck, and began rubbing her beautiful breasts. Mary Ann watched as Ginger firmly squeezed her pretty, erect nipples. Ginger's full lips were parted wide, and her wet tongue moved seductively across her lips. Mary Ann's hands were inside of her shorts. She began rubbing her throbbing, aching clit, she really didn't care if anyone saw her or not, she needed to cum. Ginger slid one of her hands inside of her bikini bottoms. She began furiously playing with her hot, moist pussy.

Mary Ann bravely walked towards her, still playing with her self as she walked. She stood above Ginger, both girls playing with themselves. "I'm so horny" Mary Ann told Ginger. 

"I am too, Ginger replied.

"Let's get each other off, ok Ginger?" she asked.

"Let's go to the hut" Ginger responded. They were in a dead run to their hut. Ginger stripped her bikini bottoms off, and began undressing Mary Ann. She quickly had Mary Ann totally naked. Ginger knelt to the floor of the hut, and pushed Mary Ann's creamy thighs apart. She tenderly parted the black curls that partially covered her wet, pink, juicy slit. 

Ginger slid her tongue into the soft folds of Mary Ann's pretty pussy. Mary Ann softly moaned. Ginger began licking up and down the wet lips of her pussy. She would stop at the throbbing clit, and gently suck it each time she was near it. Mary Ann held Ginger's pretty red hair as she wonderfully ate her moist pussy. Mary Ann didn't last long. She groaned as her pussy climaxed. She roughly pushed Ginger's face against her tasty pussy. Ginger made loud slurping noises as she lapped up Mary Ann's pussy cum. 

Mary Ann wasted no time, in returning the favor. She was between Ginger's legs instantly. She stroked the pretty red pussy hair, as she pulled her pouty pink pussy lips apart. Ginger was soaking wet already. Mary Ann sucked on Ginger's big swollen clit. She thrust 2 fingers inside of her hot pussy, while she sucked on her hard clit. Ginger moaned as Mary Ann's wet tongue darted playfully all around her wet pussy. 

The Professor happened to be walking by, and looked in the window of the girl's hut. He watched as Mary Ann tongue fucked Ginger's pretty pussy. He quickly ran off. Mary Ann made Ginger cum, and as she climaxed, her entire body quivered wildly. Mary Ann continued licking Ginger's tasty pussy. She hungrily lapped up every drop of her precious pussy nectar. The 2 girls positioned themselves in a 69, and began eating each other. Professor returned and knocked on the door to their hut. Ginger wrapped herself in a towel and opened the door. "Hi, Professor" Ginger said. "What can we do for you?" she asked. 

"I'm sorry, but I happened to notice you girls earlier when I walked by" he stated. "Gilligan found this surplus of liquid rubber while fishing yesterday, and I thought I might be able to help you" he said. Suddenly the Professor pulled out a huge rubber dildo. It had a head on both ends and was about 16 inches long. "I thought you 2 could possibly have a use for this" he told her.

Ginger thanked the Professor, and she had a very naughty idea. She grabbed the Professor by the hand and pulled him into the hut. She instantly pushed him to the floor. Her and Mary Ann began to undress him. 

"You shouldn't be doing this" the Professor protested. "This is wrong" he added. But they didn't hear him. They had his pants completely off, and Ginger was already sucking on the head of his cock. His cock quickly became stiff as a board. It was probably a good 10 and 1/2 inches long, and quite thick. 

"Have you ever made it with a girl before?" Ginger asked him. 

"No, I have never been married" he added. 

"Well today is your lucky day" Mary Ann added. Ginger resumed her blowjob, and Mary Ann straddled his face. She pressed her wet dripping pussy against his mouth. The Professor began kissing her wet pussy lips. Ginger was now deepthroating his hard cock. His hips thrust wildly, pushing his cock deeply inside of her wet, warm mouth. His tongue began licking at Mary Ann's hot wet pussy. 

"God, I need you to put that deep inside of my hot pussy" Ginger seductively stated. She straddled his huge cock and thrust herself down on it. He was instantly buried all the way inside of her hot, red haired pussy. Ginger rocked back and forth on his hard cock, wiggling her shapely hips. She literally fucked him silly. Mary Ann climaxed and her hot, pussy juices were flowing across the Professor's chin. She stood, and walked around the hut naked. She watched as Ginger rode the Professor's big hard cock, like a cowboy would ride a mean assed bull. The Professor was thrusting his hips upward each time Ginger's hot pussy made an upstroke, he didn't want one inch of his cock to not be buried inside of her wet, tight wonderful pussy. 

They were all startled by a knock at the door. Gilligan came bursting in. He looked quite shocked as he watched Ginger riding the Professor's big hard cock. Mary Ann quickly pulled Gilligan's pants off, and had his cock inside of her mouth. Gilligan giggled as she began to lick his balls. She sucked his young cock making him quite hard. Gilligan began moaning, as Mary Ann deepthroated his 8 inch cock. She licked the precum from the throbbing head. 

The Skipper was looking for Gilligan, and heard the moans coming from the girl's hut. He quicky made his way to their hut to investigate. He flung the door open, and saw his "little buddy" getting his cock sucked by Mary Ann. He looked at Ginger, who was still riding the Professor's long thick cock. Ginger was moaning and thrashing about wildly. The Professor moaned, and he shot his load deep inside of her tight pussy. Ginger grunted as she felt the hot fluid explode into her. The Skipper was completely naked now. 

He was stroking his hard 7 inch cock. He walked over to Mary Ann and pushed it into her tight pussy doggy style. Mary Ann groaned as the Skipper thrust himself roughly inside of her hot , tight pussy. It felt so good to the Skipper. Her pussy clung to his hard cock tightly. He pushed in and out of her with long deep strokes. Gilligan began to moan, and Mary Ann knew he was going to be cumming soon. She stopped blowing him. 

"Please, don't stop, Mary Ann" Gilligan begged her. "I'm very close" he added.

"Oh don't you worry Gilligan" Mary Ann told him. "you will be cumming soon." Mary Ann pushed the Skipper onto his back. She slid her hot wet tight pussy down upon his cock. She then instructed Gilligan to put his cock in her butt. Gilligan thought this was kind of strange, but hell he was horny. He began pushing his swollen cockhead against her tight, puckered asshole. He firmly pushed until he slid inside of her. Mary Ann screamed wildly. She was totally filled with cock now. This was what she truly needed. She rode the Skippers hard cock, while Gilligan slammed his hard 8 inch cock deeply inside of her tight asshole. 

Mary Ann came quickly. She climaxed harder than she imagined possible. She almost felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. The Professor was regaining his second wind, and he thrust his long thick 10 and 1/2 inch cock into her mouth. She graciously accepted him, and was deepthroating his long cock. Every hole she had was completely filled with hard throbbing cock. Mary Ann was in heaven. She rocked back and forth so her pussy and asshole could both be pentrated deeply. 

"MMm God, " she groaned. The Skipper was the first to cum. He began yelling "Oh, Mary Ann , yes, take my load" and he sprayed a gusher inside of her tight pussy. Her pussy gripped him tightly and she came. This caused her asshole to grip Gilligan's hard cock even tighter. Gilligan moaned and his load exploded inside of Mary Ann's hot little ass. Mary Ann could feel both holes being filled with hot cum. She had never felt such an incredible experience before. The Professor, quite excited by all of the cumming, began to shoot his hot load. His large cock exploded inside of her hot mouth. His cum erupted splashing deeply into her warm tight throat. 

Mary Ann hungrily swallowed as he continued pumping her mouth full of his jism. Mary Ann still had the Skipper's and Gilligan's cocks in both of her holes. They were done cumming, and she could feel them going soft. Both men pulled their cocks from her holes. Cum dripped sloppily from both holes. Ginger knelt between Mary Ann's thighs and began sucking all of the hot cum from both of her still open holes. Mary Ann moaned as she climaxed against Ginger's pretty face. The Professor's cock was shrinking, and she let it fall from her hot mouth. 

The 3 men dressed and left. Ginger picked up the homemade rubber dong that the Professor had made for them. She inserted one end into her own hot, moist pussy. Then she shoved the other end into Mary Ann's very wet cum filled pussy. Ginger began thrusting her hips, shoving the large rubber dildo into Mary Ann. Both girls were completely filled with the rubber cock. They pushed against each other, gyrating their hips wildly. They wiggled around making the huge dildo squirm inside of themselves. They fucked one another passionately, and they climaxed simultaneously, both quivering, and shaking uncontrollably. They rode each other a few more minutes, then they began to slide apart. 

The large rubber dildo was once again visible as it slid from their hot pussies. Ginger grabbed the fake dick and pulled it from Mary Ann's pussy. It made a loud plop as the head slid from her pink lips. Ginger put the dildo beside their beds. "God, what a day" Mary Ann moaned. 

"Yes, I am wore out" Ginger added. They kissed each other and went to sleep. Life wasn't going to be so bad on that deserted island after all. 

"I wonder how big Mr. Howell's cock is?" Mary Ann asked Ginger. 

"Who cares, with all of that money" Ginger replied. Both giggled. They knew that they would probably find out real soon. They dozed off and had wonderful wet dreams.

Gilligan's Island Ch. 01



It was to be but a three hour tour out from Pearl Harbor and around the surrounding islands. Small white puffy clouds dotted the deep blue of the sky as S.S. Minnow, crew and passengers departed without any fan-fare. The Skipper held the wheel in his steady hands guiding the small vessel around much smaller vessels and avoiding anything larger than they. Half an hour later the tiny yacht escaped the confines of the busy harbor and soon the swells of deep water rocked the boat. 

“Gilligan,” the Skipper hollered through the open hatch leading below decks. “Get your skinny butt up here and give me a hand. There’s a squall line coming up and I want everything shipshape before the blow hits us.” 

By now the seas were becoming more pronounced as larger and larger waves crashed over the bow spreading green foamy froth along the teak wood deck. As the tiny ship began being tossed on the every increasing sea a homely face poked up from the open hatch, the head covered by an upside down sailors ‘Dixie’ cup hat. To call him ugly would have been cruel, but he wasn’t anywhere near what could be called handsome. 

“OK, Skipper, what should I do first?” Gilligan asked timidly. The pair had been together for so long neither could remember just how they came to become what could loosely be called a team. 

“Dang it Gilligan,” the Skipper groaned smacking the skinny young man with his captains hat, “make sure all the hatches are secured and the passengers are wearing their life vests. Oh, yeah, pay special attention to the Howell’s. He’s got money enough to buy a thousand boats like this with just pocket change.” 

“Sure thing, Skipper, I mean Aye, Aye captain.” Gilligan had quickly amended his words not wanting another smacking of the Skipper’s hat since it was now sodden from the salt water spray and he knew it would really hurt. “Hey everybody,” Gilligan announced after slipping on the wet ladder and coming to rest on the deck. “Skipper says to batten down the hatches and get ready for a storm. Oh, yeah, he said put on your life jackets. I wonder why he said that?” the skinny young lad wondered aloud. 

“Gilligan, Gilligan,” came the harsh cries from above. “Get your skinny good for nothing worthless butt up here and help me. Here, take the wheel while I check the engine. It’s been running real rough and I can’t trust you,” the Skipper complained. 

Gilligan grasped the wheel as the Skipper moved and skidded his way towards the engine room hatch. He was half way down the steep ladder when the tiny ship was tossed. The hatch cover banged his head and he went down hard and heavy just as his overly large fat laden body deserved just as the diesel engine died. The wheel was ripped from Gilligan’s hands spinning around and around until nobody could have guessed their direction. Below decks the passengers were tossed about knocking all of the unconscious. In the tiny cockpit Gilligan was finally overwhelmed, his head smacking the edge surrounding him and the darkness quickly engulfed his as well.

The sky was a brilliant blue dotted with puffs of white clouds as the sun warmed the tiny ship. There wasn’t much left of the valiant craft that had just weathered a most severe tropical storm as it lay beached, the bow deeply imbedded in the soft sand. Birds began their morning chirping ritual and slowly arousing the now to known cast-a-ways. It was the Professor to be first to awaken, gently shake his head and look about the jumbled mess of a cabin. He looked about and saw the Howell’s heaped together in a tangle of legs and arms and still quite unconscious. The same was true for the two other passengers, Ginger and Maryanne. As he began to regain some of his senses Maryanne stirred. 

“Wha, what happened?” she asked with a slightly fearful voice. 

“Without having time to look about,” the Professor began, “off hand I would say we’ve become shipwrecked, marooned on some small spit of and island,” he replied with the voice of authority. His gaze was looking towards the now open hatch and failed to see the how she had ended. 

Maryanne took stock of herself and found nothing more than a few slight bruises. Other than that she was fine except for her somewhat skimpy blouse. Not only were all the buttons ripped off, but it was very open and exposing her very naked breasts of which she was blessed with an abundance. While being from Kansas and modest to most, Maryanne was none the less very proud of her body. She quickly pulled together the ripped halves and covered herself as best she could and noticed, with some small chagrin, that he hadn’t even noticed. 

“Hello down there,” came the call from above decks. “Is everybody alright?” Gilligan poked his head inside and found only the Professor and Maryanne awake. 

“Yes, I do believe we are none the worse for wear,” replied the Professor in his usual academic manner. “You might want to check on the others, however,” he continued. “By the looks of things they should be just fine. Now, where are we?” he asked. 

“I don’t know, besides, why ask me? I’m just a deck hand. You’ll have to ask the Skipper, well, when he wakes up that is.” 

Gilligan carefully made his way down the steps of the sloping ladder slipping several times before finally standing inside the cabin. He saw the young Maryanne sitting up while she held her blouse close, then went to check on Ginger. She was laying in what looked to be a comfortable position in spite of all the tossing about of the tiny ship. Her ankle length sheath dress that had so tightly covered her very tall form was torn in several places. The slit up one side had expanded upwards and now exposed all of one leg nearly showing her, well, what was normally easily hidden area of her body. The bodice of her gown, cut low enough to expose her bust and enticing cleavage, rose and fell with each breath she took. Gilligan’s eyes became transfixed on her bosom before he remembered the Howell’s. Mr. Howell looked to be resting peacefully, his eyes closed and his breathing slow yet regular. Mrs. Howell, on the other hand, wasn’t so well disposed. While being in her early fifties, she exuded a sensuality about her when awake and now that she was still unconscious she was absolutely lovely, or so he thought. 

Dressed in a linen skirt that was now drawn up nearly to her crotch with a matching jacket, she looked so much younger than her years. The jacket was open and Gilligan saw her still damp silk blouse that was now almost shear enough to see through. He was able to see enough to know her bra was well filled, covered with lace and very erotic as the swell of her breasts all but overflowed the very small cups containing her breasts. A slight breeze wafted through the cabin causing her nipples to thicken and swell as the poked at the thin material covering them. 

Maryanne hadn’t said a word as she watched Gilligan inspecting the passengers. She couldn’t put a finger on it, but she found him very attractive and sexually stimulating. Her nature beauty was in deep contrast to his homeliness, his so very skinny body, yet still it was more than enough to arouse her. She thought it best, at least for the time being, to keep her desires quite and wait to see what might happen. 

“Gilligan,” came the weak voice from above. “Oh my aching head,” the Skipper lamented as his deck hand appeared. “Ah there you are little buddy. How are the others? Anybody hurt?” 

“Naw,” Gilligan replied slowly. “Just all bunched up like little kittens,” he smiled. 

“OK, now where the heck are we? Oh, why do I ask you,” he relented to himself. “Let’s get everybody ashore and take stock of things. Speaking of stock, you did replenish the galley?” the Skipper asked questionably already knowing the answer. 

“Aw geez, Skipper. We set sail so fast I sort of forgot. Hey look,” he pointed. “Coconut trees. I’ll bet we can find bananas, too.” Gilligan was desperate to keep from receiving another of the Skipper’s famous captains hat beatings. He quickly beat a hasty retreat as the Skipper doffed his hat and swiped at him and missing. 

Supper that first night on the island consisted of what little Maryanne and Ginger could find in the galley. While not the Waldorf-Astoria, it filled their bellies. The sun had settle below the horizon and it was quickly becoming dark. The temperature cooled and since all their clothing was still damp they became chilled. Gilligan and the Skipper hauled out comfortable cushions from the cabin along with canvas from the hold. They brought all the gear ashore and with the help of the Professor constructed a make-shift temporary camp. 

“I say,” Mr. Howell began saying. “Do you really expect Mrs. Howell and myself to sleep in such primitive accommodations? After all, there seems to be no butler to addend to my needs nor a chamber maid for my wife. Captain, Skipper, I must protest in the strongest of words at our treatment. Never have we been subjected to such unworthy actions. I won’t stand for it, no, I won’t tolerate such treatment. I insist you do something worthy of Thurston Howell III.” 

“Yes, what he said,” Mrs. Howell chimed in with her words. 

“Come, Lovey, we’ll seek better accommodations elsewhere.” 

“Uh, Mr. Howell,” the Professor spoke. “I’m afraid what you see here is the best you’ll find for tonight at least. I think the Skipper and Gilligan are doing all they can to make us as comfortable as possible. Perhaps you should reconsider.” 

“Yes, quite right young man,” Mr. Howell agreed after truly assessing the situation. “Come Lovey, we’ll retire to this corner.” With that he escorted his lovely wife away from the rest. 

Now only the small fire set into the sand surrounded by driftwood shed a glow of the only light to be found for miles. Ginger moved closer to the Professor and held his arm. 

“Professor, I’m frightened. I’ve played many parts in Hollywood of people stranded on deserted islands but I never thought it would be for real. Will you stay close and keep me company and protect me from the wild vicious animals?” She squeezed his arm tightly and pressed her body to his. 

“Uh, well, that is, yes Ginger. I’ll make sure you’re safe but trust me when I say there are no vicious wild animals in this part of the South Seas.” 

“Are you really sure?” she asked seductively. 

“Well, fairly certain,” he replied feeling her one breast pressing firmly to his arm. “Of course one can never be all that certain. Yes, I think it best you keep very close to me.” The Professor couldn’t help but feel her physical charms working on him as suddenly he found the crotch of his pants much to tight. 

The Howell’s kept to themselves and did the Skipper and Gilligan. Only Maryanne was left alone but she didn’t mind. Cold, damp and very frightened she huddled to herself knowing she had to protect her one remaining value, her virginity and these men were making her nervous. 

“Professor, Professor,” Ginger whispered nudging his side. 

“Huh, uh what,” came his sleepy answer. 

“I have to go, you know, visit the ladies room. Will you come with me just to make sure nothing happens?” 

He grunted and rolled his body upright taking her hand. Ginger rose with all the elegance she could muster under the circumstances and followed him. About a hundred yards away he showed her to a clump of tall bushes instructing her this was the bathroom. The Professor politely turned his back as Ginger raised her gown and squatted. She voided and the sound was loud in the jungle stillness. 

“I’m finished,” Ginger said softly. “Would you give me a hand with standing?” 

The Professor, deep in thought of their plight, shook his head and turned. There he saw her still squatting, her gown pulled up enough for him to see her sleek thighs in the pale moonlight. He extended his arm and she took his hand to stand. Suddenly her body lurched to one side and she would have fallen had he not reached out and grasped her. The two became frozen in time as Ginger felt his hand firmly upon one breast. An electric shock coursed through her body and suddenly her breathing became labored. 

“Oh, uh, well I’m sorry,” the Professor stammered as she stood upright. 

“I’m not,” Ginger cooed sweetly moving her hand over his trapping it to her breast. “It’s been a long time since any of my leading men have been so bold as to touch my body. I’ve missed the feeling. Please, don’t stop now.” 

Seconds later they were engaged in a full body contact embrace their lips searching with wanton desire. The Professor’s hand was still clutching Ginger’s breast as their mouths clung tightly together. Tongue found tongue and they dueled with all the subtlety of two people with swords, probing, lunging each seeking a weakness in the other until both surrendered to the inevitable. Groin to groin they pressed hard, moving towards who knew what, but they both knew. 

“Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss,” Ginger gasped when their lips finally parted. “I like a man to take me as he wants and be rough. Take me tiger and do what you will. It’s been so long and I need a man.” 

The Professor roughly ground his groin to hers feeling his rising desire and needs. His hand tightened it’s grip of her breast, squeezing it and pressing it hard to her chest. Ginger’s fingers rapidly moved down between them searching for and finding the zipper of his pants. Deftly she pulled it down only to jam her hand inside his pants and find his now rock hard pulsing hot organ. She knew nothing could stop her now as she carefully exposed him to the cool night air, her fingers tightly curled around his shaft. Her body slipped down lower until she was resting comfortably on her knees, his pulsing organ before he open lips. Without words she engulfed him taking well over half of his seven inch member. The Professor groaned and hunched his hips to her greedy face, lip and mouth. Instantly he felt the bulging head touching her throat as she milked his manhood. 

If not the greatest actress on Hollywood, Ginger was at least very accomplished at giving head. Well, it was to be expected. It’s wasn’t just because she had blown so many producers and writers trying to get whatever parts she could, but Ginger truly loved to give oral pleasure to men. While her acting might not have been all that good, her lips and mouth would have won her an Academy Award if one were to ever be presented for oral sex. Rumor had it she could suck a golf ball through a half inch hose fifty feet long. 

“Awwwwwwwwwwww, Ginger, stop,” the Professor gasped. 

“Am I hurting you Professor,” Ginger asked fearfully. 

“Not in the least, but if you don’t stop I’m going to climax and it’s not your mouth I want.” 

He helped her to stand and turn around. His fingers easily found and slipped the zipper of her gown down to just above her buttocks. The Professor slipped the garment from her shoulders and down her body until it lay in a heap at her feet. Ginger stepped from the mound and turned to face him. Only her wispy panties were between him and her totally naked body. He gazed with lust at her luscious naked breasts as the moved rapidly up and down in time with her quick breathing. His fingers slipped inside the waistband of her panties and quickly tugged them over her sensual hips, down her slender longs sexy legs and finally to her feet. Ginger moved her legs apart allowing his eyes to seek and find her shaven sex as his fingers deftly moved upward to touch it. With his first touch her body stiffened then shuddered as a mild climax erupted. The touch of his finger slipping inside, his tongue lapping the swollen center of her sex brought yet another climax. Again and again he teased her with his fingers and tongue bringing about several orgasms before he finally stopped. 

“Ginger, though out my academic career I’ve never found a woman I desire as much as I desire you,” he panted opening and slipping off his pants. The buttons of his shirt flew in all directions when he pulled open the front and cast it aside. Standing in all his naked glory complete with throbbing organ stiffly in front of him the Professor pulled her to his arms. The stiffness below his waist slipped between her legs, the shaft feeling the heat and wetness of her body as his hands again found her naked breasts. His fingers curled into her flesh digging deeply into the pliant flesh. He felt her nipples swell to the hardness of rocks in his palms. 

“Take me Professor,” she exclaimed with wanton lust. “Don’t be gentle. Take my breasts in your hands and crush them. Feel my nipples, rub them, roll them around, suck them hard and make me feel the pain. Throw my body on the ground and take me. Ravish my breasts and suck them hard. Bite my sensitive nipples and make me climax. Feel the heat of my sex and take it. Fill me with your hot hard manhood and give me you seed. I want your body in me. I want you to do what you want with me even to the point of raping me. Now, Professor, take me any way you want.” 

Her words enflamed him to the breaking point as he roughly shoved her to the ground. Ginger’s legs spread and lifted in an open invitation and the Professor obliged her. With the first attempt his pulsing organ found and entered her body she being more than wet enough. Before either could have know he was buried fully and deeply inside her feeling her wet burning heat. After but a moment to reflect their bodies began moving. His hips rising and falling as hers met his thrusts. Ginger was deep in the throws of passionate sex while the Professor was giving into his repressed sexual desires. Throughout their love making both made loud sounds, enough to wake one sleep person. 

Maryanne heard the not normal sounds and crept silently closer. Her eyes went wide as she witnessed the Professors rock hard organ plunging hard and deep into Gingers wet and willing sex. As they came closer to mutual orgasm she felt the hot tingling between her legs and moved a hand to relive the need. The body movements of the couple increased and she knew they were close to orgasm as he felt hers approaching. Finally Gingers grimaced and groaned as her body became rigid for a few moments. The Professor did the same, stopping his hips from plunging his organ into her body, then both resumed with humping and pumping. Moments later the release was obvious as the slowed and began to relax. Maryanne quickly retreated not wishing to be found spying. As she re-entered the makeshift camp her eyes cast themselves upon the slumbering form of Gilligan. 

While she knew him to be homely yet far from ugly, there was something about him she liked. Yeah, he was a bumbling inept deck hand but was just about the nicest person she had ever known. From all she had heard from girlfriends back home in Kansas it was the homely skinny guys that always seemed to have the best and most equipment hidden inside their pants. She, of course, didn’t have any first hand knowledge, but wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity especially since it looked like they might be marooned for quite some time. Her virginity still intact Maryanne decided it would be the most unlikely of men to have it, namely the one named Gilligan.

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Some of you readers will likely remember the T.V. series of Gilligan’s Island. Many, I’m sure, will also remember with disgust at having to forced to watch the re-runs. I’ve always liked the original series and dearly love the re-runs. I also hold a very special place in my heart and mind for Bob Denver from the first time seeing him as Maynard G. Krebs in the old Dobie Gillis series. If you don’t recall that series or the ‘Gilligan’s Island’, then I feel sorry for all you have missed. Bob Denver was a marvelous actor and, in my opinion, without equal for his talents. I’m not sure if he is still alive and if my reference to him the past tense is in error, I apologize.




Gilligan's Island Ch. 01



"I'm right with ya on that one," the Skipper said, "But how are we going to be able to tell, Professor?"

"I know…I know what to do," said Gilligan.

"Quiet, little buddy. I'm asking the Professor."

"But I know what to do!" Gilligan said again.

"What would you do, Gilligan?" Asked the Professor

"I'd take a picture of us now and a picture of everyone later and compare the photos and we'll be able to tell if anyone got skinnier or fatter. We can save one photo because we know the Skipper won't lose any weight."

"Ha-ha, very funny, Gilligan, but that's the dumbest thing I ever heard," the Skipper said. "We don't even have a camera!"

"Brilliant idea, Gilligan! We ought to elect you king of the island and all bow down to our new ruler!" Mr. Howell chimed in. He was still a little upset with Gilligan. He still had a lingering feeling that if it were not for Gilligan screw-ups, they wouldn't have been stranded here in the first place.

"But he is on the right track," said the Professor, "What we need to do is get a medical photo, or history, on everyone here. This will give us something to compare ourselves to later on."

"Great idea, Professor!" squealed Ginger. "I can be a lot of help, too! I have a nursing outfit that I used to wear while I was doing an old burlesque revival show Off-Off-Broadway. I look great in that nurse's outfit, too. It's very sexy and revealing!" She was beaming and obviously feeling better and was eager to help. 

"Oh, and I have my nurse outfit too," cried Mrs. Howell, "I used to give comfort to the boys back in the Great War as part of the Beverly Hills USO. I was always the most popular nurse they had. The boys all used to request me for their sponge bath. Even the ones who could take showers asked for my help. They all loved me so much!"

"Always the caring soul, lovey," Mr. Howell said. 

Since they had gotten on the island, Mrs. Howell had become insatiable. Every morning he awoke with his stiff cock buried all the way down her throat. Before he could get fully awake, she would climb on top of him and ride him. He was hoping he could keep up with her but she was always hinting and wanting more.

Everyone was shaking their heads and agreeing with the Professor's idea. It seemed a reasonable request. The Professor was thrilled it was so easy after his initial hesitation. 

"Good we'll start first thing this morning. Who wants to go first?" 

Six hands shot up and Gilligan even did a little "pick-me dance" but the Professor was looking squarely at only one person.

He never took his eyes of her as he said, "Good, Mary Ann will go first then! Thanks for being my first volunteer, Mary Ann, I'll try to be gentle!"

"I'll get dressed and be right over!" Ginger and Mrs. Howell cried in unison.

Oh, shit they'll ruin everything! Thought the Professor. 

Acting quickly he said, "I need you both to do me a favor first...um...we're...we're going to need boiling water! Why don't you two gather up the water, first, and get it boiling. Then, I can start on the preliminary exam of Mary Ann."

"Okay, Professor" said Ginger and Mrs. Howell.

"I'll help you get the water, Ginger, and that will leave Mrs. Howell to help the Professor with Mary Ann," the Skipper said, trying to be helpful. He liked the idea of getting Ginger alone. He thought of her like a movie queen. She was larger than life in his eyes. He didn't think for one moment she would lean over the edge of the ledge and expose her ass like Mary Ann had. 

She was too worldly not to realize the situation immediately. His thoughts were interrupted and his dick immediately started to harden when he heard.

"Why, aren't you the big, strong, hard...working one?" purred Ginger in her sexiest voice as she moved closer to the Skipper. "We just might have to start a reward program for you and all the help you've given me!" she went on in a sultry voice. 

She teased the Skipper by letting her thigh brush up against the front of his pants. She could see her teasing was having the desired effect by the bulge building in the front of his pants. She decided to play some more.

"There are, after all, many, many, ways a big strong man like you can cum in handy. I bet you can think of all kinds of handy things you could do to, uh, I mean with me, eh, Skipper?" She said the last part as she was stroking his arm, giving him a great view down her low-cut evening dress and pressing her thigh into his stirring member. He blushed and thought she was just teasing him, doing some part sexy part out of a movie or something.

The Professor was frantic and had to think quickly about what to do with Mrs. Howell. 

"Uh, Mrs. Howell, I don't need your help right away. I think it would be best for you to take Gilligan and Mr. Howell to the forest to collect whatever tapioca root you can find. We will need it to make a flu shot to prevent tropical fever." It was a barefaced lie but it was all he could come up with under short notice. 

Mrs. Howell said, "How splendid, a tapioca hunt! What does one wear to a tapioca hunt?" She asked no one in particular. She was actually thinking of what to wear to entice Gilligan. She loved to teach young shy boys how to use their cocks and the fine arts of pleasuring a woman. 

The real reason she was so popular at the USO is she could suck cock better than anyone alive! Her proudest achievement was that she had made every man she had ever sucked cum before the fourth stroke of her mouth on his dick. 

That's how she landed Mr. Howell in the first place. One fantastic earth shattering blowjob and he gave her everything she could ever want. She missed the things he had given her: her gardener with his oral abilities, the grocery boy she had taught to slam her in the ass, and the paper boy's gigantic member. She would also miss the lesbian exchange student living in their beach house! Such gifts!

She was trying to get all of her needs satisfied by Mr. Howell but he was running out of steam. Gilligan could prove the entertainment she so desperately needed. Now what does one wear to entice a galley boy? She contemplated as she ran to change.

Ginger said, "Let me change out of this long dress, first, Skipper, and then we'll go get water. 

You do know where to get water don't you, Skipper?"

"You betcha," the Skipper replied. It dawned on the Professor that Ginger, because of her recent illness, had not been to get water. The Skipper was grinning from ear to ear like a schoolboy. He'll probably spill the bucket a dozen times! The Professor thought. 

With everyone busy, the Professor had averted a disaster and would have Mary Ann alone for hours. His dick was already at full mast thinking about all the places on Mary Ann that needed examining.

Mary Ann changed and decided to wear some revealing clothes. She was feeling funny about the Professor. She had never thought about having sex and, now, that was all she could think about. 

She knew she should wait to have sex until she was married, but now she was actually hoping the Professor would be her first. It made her tingle to be dressing nastily for him.





Gilligan's Island Ch. 01



She knew she could do it if she just opened her throat and let him drive his cock home. She wanted so badly to make him cum. She was so excited she couldn't believe how much she wanted to feel the Professor cum!

The Professor decided to take charge by gripping her pigtails and driving his cock all the way down her throat hard with the first stroke. It took her by surprise and when she swallowed, she ended up with his nine-inch dick completely buried in her mouth. He started humping her hard and fast giving her no chance to catch her breath.

At first, she thought she was going to gag, but she overcame her fear. She relaxed her throat and started to time her breathing to the thrust of his cock. She was also using just her nails on his balls, stoking them lightly with each push of his cock down her throat. He found a rhythm and she sucked hard on every thrust.

"Ugh, uh sllupp uh slllupppppp um-um-um. Slllupp." The noises coming from her mouth were incredible! He was driving as fast and deep as he could and she was taking it all!

He then reached down and cupped her pussy in his hand and it was too much for him. Her virgin mouth was giving him the best blowjob of his life and soon he knew he'd be fucking the little virgin pussy he felt in his hand! He felt his balls swell and his cum rise to the surface and there was no stopping it. He was going to cum in her mouth.

"Here it comes, Mary Ann. Swallow hard," he commanded her, "You need to swallow every drop." 

With a wicked smile on his face he slammed his cock into her mouth and exploded, forcing her head onto him and holding it there. 

"Oh! OOOOHHHH YA! FUCK YES! HERE IT COMES BABY! SUCK IT ALL DOWN! FUCK YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" 

She felt his cock force its way deep into her throat and he held it there. Then she felt the explosion of cum in her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed and she thought she would never swallow it all! She was determined to get every drop but she felt some leak out and run down her chin. His cum had a salty taste to it, but otherwise wasn't bad. When he removed his dick she wiped the cum off her face with her fingers and sucked them dry by sticking them in her mouth.

He was so glad he decided to skip jerking off that morning so he had a full load for her.

He removed his hand from her pussy as she sat up. He knew she was still on fire because her cotton shorts were soaked and he could smell her sex on his hand. He was, on the other hand, drained. He needed to recharge.

She couldn't believe he grabbed her pussy and stroked her clit like that. It felt soooo goood! She was extremely horny now and wished he hadn't stopped rubbing her. She was fidgeting, crossing and uncrossing her legs subconsciously trying to get some relief.

The Professor decided it was time for some range of motion exercises. This would give him some much-needed time to recoup. He had drawn two footprints facing the wall on the floor and had Mary Ann step into them.

He then had her bend this way and that. He always kept at least one hand on her and brushed her pussy, tits, or ass constantly as he positioned her. He especially enjoyed when she had to bend over forward and reach as far as possible behind her spread legs. Her shorts road up the outline of her pussy showed. 

He placed his left hand on her ass as he bent to get the measurement, letting his hand "slip" and caress the folds of her pussy. This measurement for some reason had to be taken over a few times. Each time he took the opportunity to stroke her pussy again, just enough stimulation to keep her excited.

He stood her up. "Okay. Good. Take off your shorts and panties for the next part of the examination," She complied willingly. She was so hot and ready, she was ripped her clothes off. He sat her back up on the table and spread her legs at the knees slightly, stepping between them. 

"Now I am going to give you a reflex test. Now, I don't have a suitable hammer so I am going to use my tongue. I will lick you in sensitive spots and see how your reflexes react."

Mary Ann looked hesitant. She didn't like to be tickled. "Are you sure this is the best way?"

"I can honestly say it's the best way I can think of."

He had one hand on each thigh now, looking into her eyes reassuringly. He was slowly rubbing his hands up and down the inside of her thighs. It was driving her crazy! She just wanted to cum so bad!

"Okay," she said. 

So he laid her back with her knees in the air and placed her feet up on the edge of the table. He kept his hands on the inside of her thighs and knelt down by her ankles. 

"I have to feel the muscle in the inside of your thighs to see if one or both legs respond to my tongue since I can't lick you and see them at the same time."

His hand had slid up her thighs to just below her pussy. If he rotated his hands, he could touch her pussy easily. The Professor then licked the length of the bottom of her right foot.

"UHHHGGGHHH!" she cried as she tried to pull her foot away. When she returned, he had repositioned his hand, so it caressed her pussy. He then moved his hand away.

"Okay, Mary Ann?"

Oh, yes, you just caught me off guard and it tickles." The sensation of having his hand touching her pussy was too much for her. She wanted it again. "Go ahead when you're ready Professor." She braced for the next onslaught.

The Professor continued licking. First, he licked her feet and the inside of her ankles and then, the back of her calves and the inside of her knees. He eventually dropped the pretense of pulling his hand away from her pussy after each lick. Instead he let one finger rest along the length of her slit and let it ride up and down each time she jump from one of his tongue lashings.

Finally, he lifted her legs straight up and held them by the back of her knees. He then lowered his head down to the crease on side of her pussy and gave a long slow lick,

"OOOHHHHH! OHHHH MY! UH-UH UH," she cried.

The Professor then licked the other side of her pussy the same way. He stuck his tongue in her ass and licked straight up, stopping first to ream her butt hole, then to shove his tongue deep into her clit, and then finding her clit and circling it with his tongue. 

She was wiggling her ass, lost in passion. The sensations were unbelievable. His tongue kept stroking her clit and he placed a finger at the entrance of her pussy.

"EEEEEYYYYEEEEEE AH! OOH! OH! UHUHUH!" she screamed as his finger entered her. Her breathing was keeping time with her hips. He knew she was going to cum soon. He stood up and backed away from her, holding her legs up in the same position.

"NOOooooooooooo don't stop please!" she suddenly pleaded. She was sooo close!

He stood and enjoyed the sight of Mary Ann grinding her hips into the air trying to find something to rub against so she could cum. She was hoping to make contact with anything that might finish her off. She was now ready for him and she was going to get it good!

"Oh, I'm so close! Please, Professor, help me!" she begged.

"Well, Mary Ann, your reflexes are perfect," he said just to tease her, "Now I need to take your temperature. I going to place a long hard object in your pussy to see just how hot it is!" He chuckled to himself as he approached her pussy with his now rock-hard cock. 

He was standing, cock in hand, at the entrance of her pussy. He slowly eased forward until the head made contact with her cunt lips, then slowly slid it into her waiting pussy. Finally, the moment he had been dreaming about was here! HE WAS ABOUT TO FUCK MARY ANN AND TAKE HER VIRGINITY! 

He pumped a couple inches of his cock in and out slowly because she was so unbelievably tight. She had her eyes closed and was rocking her head from side to side. 

He pressed forward until he felt her hymen, then he pressed though and shoved his cock in to the hilt. 

" OOOWWWW OHH OOWWWW OHH MY GOD THAT FEELS SOOO GOOOOD!!!!" She screamed. "I want you to FUCCCKK MEEEE!" There, she had said it. She really wanted it to be the Professor.

He waited buried deep inside her feeling her pussy spasm around his cock. 

"Yes Oh yes that's sooooo good. Uh hu UH HU OH OH OH I'M COOOOMMMMINNNGGGG PROFESSOR! OH HO OH HO OHOHOHH! YES I'm CCUUUMMMING. OHOHOHOHOHOHO"

He was glad he had just cum from her blowjob or he would have cum with her.

The Professor continued to pump his cock in and out as she came for several minutes. He played with her clit and her tits while he continued to fuck her hard. He stopped and rolled her over on the table so she was doubled over it. He readjusted his cock, found her pussy, and started pumping her from behind. He was watching his dick be sucked in and out of her pussy. He pushed his dick in to the hilt and held it there. He waited and felt his cum well up in his balls.

"Okay that's good," he mumbled to no one. He then slid his dick slowly out of her cunt forcing her to shift her ass back to try and keep him in her pussy. He finally fell right out. He had come up with yet another brilliant idea.

"Just one more exam, Mary Ann, and that's the prostate!" He stuck his fingers in the coconut oil on the side of the table. He spread it lightly over her cheeks and started to work a finger in and out of her ass.

"Oh, that feels funny." She didn't know if she liked the sensation or not. She spread her legs and relaxed her spincter muscle, making it easier for him.

"It will feel a lot better in a moment." He said as he worked his whole finger into her ass and then began to rotate it around.

"Humm, what's this?" he tried to sound professional. He then drove his finger in to the hilt and rotated it. He continued forcing his finger deep and twisting it around as if he was trying to feel something.

"Do you feel that?"

"I don't know!" she stammered. The twisting of his finger drove her wild. She rocked her hips on his finger. She knew she didn't want him to stop. His fingers had her all hot again.

"I think I fell something Professor." 

He removed his finger.

"OHHHH NOOO! Can you try feeling it again?" she asked, holding her ass high in the air and rotating it in slow circular motions. 

It was such a turn on to see her so hot!

"Yes, I can try again," he said. This time he returned to her ass, shoved two fingers deep in her asshole, and twisted them wickedly.

"OOHHHHH! OHHH YES!" she cried with happiness. " Can you feel it now, Professor?" 

He twisted and rammed his fingers around and around again. "No I'm afraid I can't quite reach it to make it out. I'll have to use something longer." 

With that, he pulled his finger from her ass and placed his still throbbing erection at the entrance of her ass. He dipped his fingers into the coconut oil again and spread it over his cock.

"Here, let me try this." He pushed his coconut-oiled cock against her ass and, once past her sphincter muscle, rammed his cock home.

"UHHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Yes that's sooooooooooooooo goooooooooooooooood! Ohhhh stick in deep Professor! OHH YEEEESSSSSSS!"

"I can feel something deep in there but I can't make it out. Let's me see if I can feel it by rubbing against it," the Professor then proceeded to pump his cock in and out of her tight virgin ass, eventually losing all control. He knelt up on the step stool and literally tried to "rip her a new asshole" by driving his cock as deep and hard as he could. 

"Yes, I believe this will work," he moaned as he started to increase his speed. He reached underneath her and put two fingers in her cunt. He started stroking his cock through the thin wall separating her ass and her pussy. He felt his cock explode in her ass as he slammed it home.

"Oh, fucking yes. Oh fuck me good!" cried the Professor as he finished filling her with cum. She felt him cum and it sent her over the edge. She came with the Professor as he filled her ass with cum.

When he finished, he pulled his cock out and squeezed both cheeks of her ass in his hands and said, "Remember, you need a dose of mans-seed every day."

"Could you take my temperature every day too?" she asked sheepishly.

"Of course Mary Ann. I'm as concerned about your health as you are." 

"Oh this is so much better than some silly old shot, Professor."

"I couldn't agree with you more, Mary Ann. I couldn't agree with you more!"

He watched as she put on her clothes, completely at ease being naked in front of him. This being marooned business might not be so bad. After all, he still had Ginger to examine.



Gilligan's Island Ch. 01



I hope you like this first offering of my spoof of ‘Gilligan’s Island’. While I would dearly love to write more, there is no way I could ever attempt to write enough to cover the years the series ran, well almost. If this little submission is to your liking, or even if you don’t like it, let me know. It’s being offered under the heading of Novellas in the hopes of more to follow, but I leave that to you readers.

Many of you have responded with praise of my stories and for that I’m eternally grateful. No writer can exist or continue without a loyal readership and I’ve found just that in what I would call a group of fans. Without your support I would have nothing to present and it’s with you continued support that I’m able and willing to continue writing for your pleasure, not to mention my own. Again, many thanks and keep them cards and letters coming in folks.

Yours, Trog.

P.S. Yes, I’m still working on all the other unfinished stories so many of you have expressed a desire to read. Please, be patient for my fertile mind tends to wander. Stories in the likes of ‘Nick Stud’, ‘Sexploration’ and ‘Milk Duds’ just to name a few. Never fear, I will return to those and hopefully many more.



Gilligan's Island Ch. 02



Before beginning the second episode let's go back. During the run of the series the Professor was always called Professor. Does anyone out there know what his name was? If so, speak up and win a prize, well not really a prize except knowing you saw the one episode where his name was given. OK, enough of the trivia and on with the story.

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The second day:

Again, as was normal in the south seas, the sun rose bright and warm. Soft breezes from the ocean gently wafted across the island and Maryanne was the first. She had the night before found her small bag and silently, so as to disturb the others, crawled from the temporary shelter and disappeared beyond the line of palm trees. Checking to make sure she was well hidden she opened her bag and retrieved her still slightly damp under garment, the top of her not so revealing bikini. Casting aside her badly torn blouse she covered herself feeling a slight chill from it's dampness. Instants Maryanne felt her nipples harden and waited until the fabric warmed enough for them to subside. After using a bush for her morning toilet she returned to the beach.

"Good morning Maryanne," Gilligan greeted with his lopsided smile.

"Hello Gilligan," she replied. Once again Maryanne looked at him still remembering what all the girls back in Kansas had said about the homely guys. She noticed him looking and quickly shifted her eyes to his crotch. There seemed to be no sign that he would be any better endowed than other men, but of course being a virgin she really wouldn't know.

"Good morning Mrs. Howell," Gilligan greeted the older woman as she immerged from the shelter.

"Oh there you are Gilligan. Would you be so kind as to direct me to the ladies powder room? I need to fix my make-up," Mrs. Thurston Howell III said in her most lady like manner. Of course what she really needed was to relive herself, but it just wouldn't do to say such a thing.

"Gee, I'm sorry Mrs. Howell but we don't have one of them things. I could show you to some real nice bushes," he said in all the innocence he seemed to have.

"Oh dear," she exclaimed. "Might as well make the best of things but the Skipper will hear if this. Very well young man, lead on."

With her head held high Mrs. Howell followed the skinny homely young deck hand into the jungle. After ten minutes Gilligan paused and pointed.

"Over there Mrs. Howell. See those big bushes? If you go behind them nobody will be able to see you powder your nose," Gilligan said confident that was what she wanted.

As Mrs. Howell started to move she found they were between two palm trees set very close together. She had to turn sideways to pass and in doing so her very ample chest bushed firmly over his. A sudden electric charged passed through her body despite the obvious difference in their ages. Mrs. Thurston Howell III might well be almost old enough to be his mother she still wasn't without feelings and desires as she felt her nipples swell inside her thin tight bra cups.

She retreated behind the bushes Gilligan had pointed out, raised her skirt and squatted to empty herself. Feeling much better she called out to him.

"Gilligan, could you please come assist me? I seem to be having a slight problem." Even in her suddenly arouse state Mrs. Howell could do nothing less than act and sound the lady most thought she was. If only they knew the real her, she mused silently.

Aw, now you wonder. It seems not all that many years back, before meeting and marring the disgustingly Thurston Howell III, Mrs. Howell had been rather common. While never could she have said to be a whore, she did take on many gentleman callers and give them the pleasure of her flesh. In the years they had been married she had become quite the socialite while at the same time exhausting her rich husband. Now her sex life had grown almost non-existent and she still had needs.

"Gosh Mrs. Howell, how could any woman have a problem with their make-up?" Gilligan asked as he came around the bush she was behind. He suddenly stopped short and found himself just inches from her kneeling form.

"Gilligan have you ever been with a woman before," she asked looking up at him.

"Well sure, Mrs. Howell. I'm with you right now."

"That's not quite what I meant young man. I mean have you ever slept with a woman? Are you still a virgin?"

"Gosh no I'm not a virgin. I've never slept with a woman before but I've had sex with some." Gilligan's mind went back a couple of days when he saw her unconscious in the cabin. He visualized the swelling of her breasts captured inside her wet blouse and felt himself becoming aroused. That's when he really noticed her blouse was now not quite fully buttoned, but partly open exposing some of her cleavage. "Why do you ask?" but he thought he already knew the answer.

"Well I know I'm not a young woman anymore and I was wondering if you found me attractive." Mrs. Howell toyed with the next button of her blouse slipping it open exposing most of her cleavage.

"Wow, Mrs. Howell. I don't think you're old and you really do look nice," Gilligan gulped.

"You know it's been such a long time since I've been with a man your age," she continued finally slipping open the last button and spreading the front of her blouse. "Do you think my breasts are still nice enough for someone as young as you?" Her fingers started to unsnap the front of her bra when another voice sounded out.

"Gilligan, Gilligan where the heck are you?" It was the Skipper.

"Right her Skipper," Gilligan replied quickly moving away from Mrs. Howell. 

"There you are little buddy. Where have you been?"

"I was using the little boys room, you know, the one behind the bushes. I feel much better now."

"Well OK, but we have lots to get done today. We have to start building better shelter and find food. Now get started," he said taking a half hearted swipe at him with his captains hat.

With the help of the Professor they quickly found what was needed. Bamboo poles were cut and lashed together forming an outer shell. Palm fronds covered the roof and sides and after several hours work three huts had been built.

"Skipper, I've been giving our problem a lot of thought," the Professor said. "In my opinion we're likely to be here for a long, long time and we'll need to improve our living conditions even more."

"I see what you mean Professor," Skipper agreed. "What do you suggest?"

"To start with a kitchen for preparing meals, a shower to keep clean and most important bathroom facilities, one for us men and one for the women. Just because we're marooned doesn't mean we can't be civilized."

"Absolutely right Professor. I was thinking just the same things. I'll get Gilligan and we'll start right now. Um, do you know how to build these things? When it comes to boats and sailing I'm the best, but I don't know how to make buildings."

For the next several hours Skipper and Professor put their heads together and drew up plans. Gilligan set about gathering some of the needed bamboo poles and palm fronds while the girls looked for food. As night fell everything seemed in place for the next day.

The second night:

It was dark in the hut where the men were sleeping when Gilligan awoke. A hand was lightly pressed to his mouth. Light from a full moon helped him to see as Mrs. Howell smiled down at him. She lifted her hand from his mouth indicating for him to be quiet and follow her. He followed into the dense palms until she stopped behind some very large bushes.

"What is it Mrs. Howell?" he asked looking around. "Did you hear something strange out here?"

"No silly, I heard something strange in here," she said pressing his hand firmly to her chest.

"Maybe I should go get Mr. Howell so he can help you," Gilligan offered.

"It's not Mr. Howell I want," she replied moving his hand over her right breast. "I want you. Does this feel nice? Do you like my breast?"

"It feels real good Mrs. Howell, but what about Mr. Howell. Won't he be mad? I mean I sure don't want him mad at me."

"You don't need worry about him," she said rubbing his crotch. "He hasn't been able to give me what I want for a long time, but I'm sure you can," she continued feeling the growing inside his pants.

While to most of the world Gilligan might seem innocent and without any knowledge of things sexual, he really was a man in every respect. He moved back only enough to look down at the lovely buxom older woman as his fingers easily opened the buttons of her blouse. Slipping the garment from her shoulders and down her arms it lay at their feet. Gilligan gazed longingly at her large expanse of cleavage lightly running his fingers over the tops of her breasts. Mrs. Howell gasped as her hand rubbed more forcefully at his growing erection from outside his pants. Her fingers moved down as his erection grew ever longer until it was well down his left pant leg.

"You do seem to be nicely hung," she gasped. "You do like my breasts don't you? Wouldn't you much rather have them naked and in your hands, your lips taking my nipples?" She was very close to the height of her arousal and reverting to her more lustful ways.

Gilligan didn't say anything as his fingers tightly grasped the front of her bra, then yanked open the front. The metal snaps broke as the cups parted, her large breasts bouncing from the force of his actions. Light from the full moon was easily more than enough for him to see them. Her nipples were swollen erect and hard centered in the light red of her areolas, the nipples much darker. As he looked Gilligan marveled at how well they stood up high on her chest.

"Gee, Mrs. Howell, I don't know why you wear a bra. Your boobs really don't need one," he said gently grasping both in his hands and feeling their firm fullness.

"Don't be bashful Gilligan," Mrs. Howell gasped. "Take them and feel them. I love having my breasts squeezed, my nipples sucked and bitten."

While he didn't want her to stop rubbing him Gilligan couldn't help it as he moved to bend down to her chest. Taking her right breast firmly in his hand he squeezed and sucked hard at her swollen nipple. He heard her gasp loudly before switching to the other. Back and forth his lips and mouth moved giving equal and fair treatment to both. At the same time he was squeezing her firm breasts and hearing her moans of pleasure.

"Gilligan," Mrs. Howell finally manage to gasp out, "let me taste you. I want to give you some pleasure, too."

He knew what that meant and reluctantly released her breasts. Mrs. Howell quickly dropped to her knees and just as quickly opened his pants pulling them down over his skinny hips. She again gasped as his erect organ popped free and bobbed in front of her face.

"Why I can't remember the last time I've ever seen such a huge erection on a man," Mrs. Howell commented. "In fact this is the biggest ever. It's so long and thick I'm not sure I can really please you." She curled the fingers of both hands around his thick shaft and couldn't touch the tips together. "It might take me awhile, but I'm damn sure going to get this monster into my mouth before it goes inside my body."

At the first touch of her open lips to his organ Gilligan's hips involuntarily lurched forcing three of his nine inches into her mouth. Mrs. Howell paused and let herself become accustomed to his thick size before trying to take more. After about seven inches had slipped into her mouth she couldn't take more and started bobbing her head. She cupped his heavy down hanging testicles gently caressing and squeezing them all the time tasting his flowing pre-cum fluid. Her body was hot and she couldn't wait any longer as she suddenly released him. Standing Mrs. Howell stripped of her skirt and panties to stand naked before the homely skinny first mate.

"Now Gilligan, take me now. I can't hold myself back any longer. I simply must have you inside me, filling my body with your lovely huge organ. Take me and fill me with your seed."

She lay on her back as Gilligan fell upon her naked body. Between her raised open legs his manhood easily slipped inside her fully to the hilt. Pubic hairs entwined with pubic hairs and they ground their bodies together. As much as Gilligan would have liked to take more time both felt a need as their bodies began to slam together harder and harder. He was groaning as she spoke.

"Yes, Gilligan, pump yourself into me. Yeah, aaaagggghhhh, yes, fuck me. It's been so long since I've had a young cock in me."

Strange sounds woke Maryanne as she made her way into the jungle. She knew the sounds having heard the lovemaking of her parents back in Kansas, but she also knew they couldn't have come here. Closer and closer she came to where the sounds were coming from and then she parted two fronds. In the clearing just a few feet from her she saw Gilligan hunched over Mrs. Howell. In the bright moonlight it was easy for her to see Gilligan's massive organ slipping in and out of the very wet Mrs. Howell. A horse was her first thoughts seeing the long thickness of the skinny young man, then she remembered what she had been told back home and started thinking it was true as she watched his immense organ penetrate and pummel her body. She slipped two fingers inside herself as her body grew hot and aroused.

In the clearing the two lovers had no idea they were being watched as they continued to hump their bodies together. Maryanne heard their groans of pleasure and passion as they moved closer to climax. She, too, was very close.

"Now Gilligan, I'm cumming now. Pound me with your cock and fill me with your hot creamy cum," moaned Mrs. Howell.

"Uuuuuuunnnnnngggggggg," Gilligan grunted pounding his hips harder into the open legs of the wanton Mrs. Howell. "Here's my fucking creamy fuck seed you fucking cum loving cunt," he shouted as his cock swelled to it's thickest and gushed his seed inside her hot wet pussy.

Maryanne saw and heard, her own body reacting in much the same way. Her fingers drove deeply inside her open vagina as she climaxed with the two lovers. As Gilligan's hips slowed having released his load she gasped silently seeing his still long thick cock pull from the tightly clinching lips of Mrs. Howell's cunt. Her mouth watered as she watched him move his cum slicked cock to her lips and saw the older woman sucking him clean. It took all she had to keep from crawling from the bushes to lap eagerly at the dripping cunt of the other woman wanting to taste the fluids from both of them. Reluctantly Maryanne quietly moved away and silently stole her way back to the small hut she shared with Ginger. With a sigh she rested her head and quickly drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with the sight of Gilligan's massive thick organ.

The third day:

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Sorry, gonna have to wait for this one. Fingers got tired and something suddenly 'came up', if you know what I mean. Until next time my friends...

Yours, Trog.



Gilligans Island Ch. 1



Gilligan sat atop the grassy knoll overlooking the rolling Pacific Ocean. Six long months had passed since the S.S.Minnow had run aground and still no rescue in sight. What was worse he mused was with three women and four men on the island the sexual tension was starting to get to everyone. Firmly believing that rescue was only ever an hour away everybody had behaved impeccably, but now the façade was fading and everybody was getting decidedly edgy.

Gilligan had of course assessed the three candidates with his usual simplicity. Maryanne was bound to be a challenge because her mid-west attitude to sex would no doubt be conservative and she was the type of girl Gilligan had imagined could be his sister. Still she had that set of mouth-watering tits bound in that tied off chequered shirt and a nice tight arse in her cut-off denims. Ginger, well, she was a dead set root if ever there was and stories about her libido preceded her onto the Minnow. The rumour around port was she swung both ways like a saloon door in a gale and he smiled to himself as he suddenly pictured Ginger taking Maryanne first. As for Mrs. Howell, well, as a married woman Gilligan couldn't see her straying too far but at 54 she was still a looker and constantly wore no bra. Obviously she thought she would show the younger females that sex appeal knew no age.

Oh well, he thought, back to camp and see what the Skipper needs doing. It was a 10-minute walk down hill through some light tropical rainforest and Gilligan was surprised to hear a low moan emitting from the bushes just off the path. 

"Yes baby, take me now, ooooooh, please quicker." Getting down on all four he snaked his way through the bushes getting closer to the clearly audible cries. As he finally pushed through the undergrowth his head pooped out right between a set of long shapely legs splayed at the knees. Astounded, his jaw dropped, as he watched a pair of delicate hands double pump a large banana into a glistening pink pussy topped with a mat of trimmed red hair. A gold evening dress was bunched around the waist and a pair of high heels lay next to a chain hip belt, Ginger!

"Oh fuck me Cary fuck me hard. Show me heaven Rock; stretch my pussy with your big throbbing prick. Oh Woody plant me good, I'm cumming baby, cumming, cumming, arrrrrrrrrgh!" Ginger screamed. Her hips slammed up and down off the grassy clearing and her calves strained and trembled as her cunt muscles clenched the banana in spasms of ecstasy. Soon one hand left the fruit and worked frantically over her clit now fully exposed from its hooded recess. Her grinding hips started to lose their rhythm as the full onslaught of her orgasm exploded. Almost half the banana disappeared up her cunt for a second then erupted out splitting the skin and showering Gilligans' face a mixture of warm mushy pulp and droplets of Gingers dew. Drawing breathes in short gasps Ginger slumped to the ground then she stared up in shock as Gilligan rose between her still spread legs.

" Wow Ginger that was some show. Where did you learn to peel bananas like that? I'll bet your dynamite with cucumbers," he chuckled "Oh and who are Cary, Rock and Woody I thought we where alone on the island," he said. Ginger smiled and ran her tongue over her gloss red lips. Then beckoned him over with only one thought in mind.

"Ooh Gilligan, you caught me practicing for Broadway. Still now that your here you silly boy why not finish me off. Ooh I need you baby, give me a real flesh and blood cock. Come here and fuck me silly please, pretty please," she begged, her arse slowly gyrating in the grass as she pulled and pinched her erect nipples.

"Nope," said Gilligan as he wiped the sticky warm pulp of his cheek and chin, " but thanks for the banana split." He giggled to himself and walked back to camp thinking, you'll keep you horny slut. As he disappeared down the path he heard Ginger scream in pure frustration

"BASTARD!"

Meanwhile back in camp the professor was in his jungle lab working on batch number 288 of an aphrodisiac. He was desperate for a fuck and only had eyes for Ginger. Unfortunately she referred to him as 'the egghead' but he was sure that once she swallowed his potion the only head she had to worry about was the head of his cock!

Don't put the cart before the horse he reprimanded himself, until then his right hand was still the main man. Carefully he put two shots of potion into a coconut shell and placed it on a ledge to cool. Then left the lab for a well-earned wank.

Just then Maryanne walked past and spotted the coconut shell. How sweet of the professor, she thought, opening up a fresh coconut so she could use the milk in her latest pie. This one will be my best ever she mused and wandered off to do the baking. As she passed the Howells hut she thought she heard a small squeal but dismissed it as another tropical bird and continued on. 

" Lovey dear just a fraction more," Thurston Howell 3rd grunted as he pushed his cock further up her arse. " You know you love it, now giddy up you randy old mare."

Using his riding crop he lightly spanked her arse leaving a delightful pattern of dull red welts on her smooth buttocks whilst continuing to invade her bowels. Yes riding Lovey was his favourite past time outside of the Hunt and he could tell today she was into it, as her thrusting into his groin grew more passionate. He was lathering up just nicely and her hot cunt muscles rippled up and down his throbbing whip. Looking back over her shoulder she growled excitedly " Daaaaarling ooh you're such a stallion now bring mummy home. Hands and heals, hands and heals!" Thurston increased his rating to a staggering 40 strokes a minute whilst spanking her flank, as the finishing post loomed large. Loveys hips slapped out a reggae beat against his thighs and her pendulous tits swung wildly anti-clockwise.

With one smooth movement she slipped two fingers up her cunt and whipped them back and forth and with her other hand gently squeezed Thurston's' balls. With a final lunge he shot his wad, gripping her love handles as she bucked her arse frenetically and whinnied into full orgasm. Slowly she drew breath and turned around on unsteady legs. Running her hand over his semi flaccid cock she flicked her tongue into his mouth and scratched his chest.

" Darling guess what I could do with now?" she said seductively.

" Cuppa tea?" he winked.

"Such a thoughtful lover," she smiled and reclined on her bamboo lounge.

Maryanne had out done herself. The coconut cream pie from heaven lay before her. That coconut the professor had gathered seemed to give it extra lift and it smelt warm and tasty. For some reason she felt the need to push her finger deep into it, and as it sank into the pie the warmth radiated down her arm and straight to her pussy. Shivering slightly she removed a dollop of pie and licked it greedily off her finger. Soon the hut seemed very hot and she felt herself flushing, her nipples had started to swell and she could feel that tingly itch around her clit.

Stumbling out into the jungle she sought relief in the cool air but had got no further than her palm exercise mat one hundred yards away when she felt the need to brace herself the palms. Maryanne teased herself by rubbing her swelling nipples through her cotton shirt and settled onto the mat beneath the palm. A cool zephyr caressed her skin as she yanked off her denim shorts and then lay face down. Her apple breasts pooled slowley into the mat. Just then Gilligan walked out into the small clearing and saw Maryanne. Rushing over he knelt beside her to see if she was okay.

"Maryanne, what happened, are you alright?" he quizzed then noticed her shorts where off and her naked buns quivered in the sunshine like freshly made guava jelly. She look up and grinned maliciously then whispered, " I'm all yours Gilligan you know I've always had a thing for you sweetie. Show me your cumquats," she giggled. Her eyes where glazed with a sexual appetite he'd never seen before.

" Yes siree anything you say Maryanne. What about a massage?"

" Make me nice and relaxed," she purred seductively slowly rubbing her pussy against the mat. 

Straddling her upper thighs Gilligan set about his task with all the enthusiasm of a sqirrel on a nut hunt. He worked quickly and deftly and soon his kneading and rubbing had worked him down to her delicious buns. Unable to restist he fondled them like they fruits from the gods and Maryanne raised her hips to let his hand slide down between her thighs.

Raising herself up onto her elbows she felt her hard nipples rub erotically across the mat. Casually Gilligan rubbed his hand over her cunt lips then slipped a finger up her pussy. Maryanne responded by tightly gripping her thighs against his hand then relaxing with a small sighing sound. By now Gilligan was sporting a huge boner that stretched his jeans to the limit. Fingering her was fun but what he really wanted was her big juicy tits. The biggest and best passion fruits in town.

"Maryanne, have you ever, well what I mean is, been tit fucked before?" he asked boldly and she mumbled a reply and shook her head. "Anything you suggest for starters is just fine, honey."

He slipped another finger into her and arched his wrist so his outer palm caressed her clit. Increasing his pistoling finger fuck Maryanne's arse rocked back and forth till she suddenly spewed out the juices of her orgasm. After a brief break he stood and removed his jeans releasing his 8-inch cock, then sank back down and putting one hand on her arm and the other on her leg, he turned her over. Now for the tit job.

Her perfect breasts greeted his gaze, the brown button nipples at full attention. Leaning forward he spread her arms out and positioned himself over her chest. Bracing himself with his knees in her side he took her wrists and guided her hands to her wobbling rack. Maryanne took hold of her tits and pressed them around his cockshaft and he started to hump in a smooth motion. His cock head protruded from between her round masses of tit flesh and she craned her head to lick his knob. Soon she found if she raised her shoulders a little more she could suck in almost half his cock.

Gilligan pumped harder as Maryanne sucked intently. She could taste his pre cum and knew he was about to erupt. A second later she snapped her head back and squeezed her tits even tighter around his shaft till Gilligan shot a large hot wad of cum over her face and tits then fell beside her in exhausted bliss.

"Beautiful, beautiful boy" she murmured," I could get use to that, but right now could you relax me a little bit more? Enough of the appetiser how about the main course." 

Always ready for a challenge, as the Skipper had taught him, Gilligan knew he was about to embark on the top event. Yep pay day, going for the doctor, the whole nine yards. Do a decent job and the little lady's yours he thought. Moving down he spread her thighs wide and gazed at her pussy that radiated like St.Elmos Fire. Taking hold of his cock at the base he rubbed the head around her pussy lips making her groan and writhe, teasingly putting in only an inch then pulling out. Once satisfied she was completely wet he lunged forward and drove all his 8 inches into her in one stroke, she shrieked wildly and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He grabbed her tits and tweaked her nipples while her hot cunt walls stroked his driving shaft. What followed was 20 minutes of non-stop bump and grind as Gilligan reamed her in and out with all the efficiency of a swabbies mop. Finally time for a big finish he thought, lets really nail this one good.

Deftly he removed a hand off her tits and cupped her pussy mound tracing her clit with two fingers. Pushing back her little sheath he lightly gripped her clit and rubbed it tenderly between his fingers. Maryanne soon bucked and humped on his throbbing pole with a fierce passion that sent them both over the edge.

"Do my clit lover, fuuuuuuuuck," she cried as her pussy swelled in a powerful orgasm and milking his cock with clenching spasms. Gilligan thrust up till his balls slapped into her clenched arse cheeks his world a tumbling kaleidoscope of tits and lips and legs and not a banana in sight! 

To Be Continued...



Gilligans Island Ch. 2



Gilligan and Maryanne rested briefly with the cool ocean breeze caressing their glistening naked bodies. A deep tongue kiss signalled Maryanne's' appreciation of Gilligan's efforts and her thrilling orgasm, while Gilligan fingered her still hot muff with gentle strokes. Before getting dressed both agreed to keep their session a secret and each returned to their huts.

Meanwhile the Skipper was fishing at the lagoon hoping to catch some fish for dinner. He was a stout man of six foot whom although he carried a bit of a gut his muscular arms and legs, courtesy of years of sailing, make him appear rock solid. Unknown to the Skipper he was at that very moment being spied on by the vivacious Ginger. Her self-gratifying wank session and Gilligan's knock back had left her as horny as hell and she viewed the Skippers arse like a hungry lioness. Springing out of the shrubbery she onto the Skipper before he knew what hit him. Her arms entwined around his girth and she nibbled his ear.

"Ooh Skipper you beautiful hunk of a man," she cooed, " You're a sailor boy if ever there was."

"Well yes Ginger I, err, suppose I am. I must say you surprised me for a second there. What can I do to help you?"

Ginger slowly rubbed a hand up his fishing pole in a slow sensuous stroke.

"Well this little woman needs a mans touch, if you get my drift, and sailors are a girls best friend. Right?"

The Skipper positively trembled and spluttered an incoherent response. The large bulge in his pants though gave Ginger the answer she was looking for. Turning the Skipper around Ginger gave him a light peck with her gloss red lips and with a small coo and wiggled of her shoulders she sank to her knees. Dropping his trousers, Ginger was greeted by the Skippers yardarm. Taking a short breath Ginger had to admit this was a pretty impressive pole and would take all her expertise to conquer. Still who was to know he hid a 12-inch boner in those sailor pants.

Taking hold of the thick cock Ginger lapped the large helmet head and giggled at his salty pre cum. Then with practised skill she proceeded to gobble down his twitching pole. Deeper and deeper she swallowed stopping only once to reposition her hold on his hips. The Skipper trembled and groaned in absolute ecstasy as Ginger deep throated him like never before.

"I must say Ginger you really are a talented girl aren't you, aaaaaaargh," he cried as she answered him with a slobbering gurgle and a tug of his balls. Soon Ginger was stroking like a rower in heat taking his cock in and out at a furious pace. Skipper felt the familiar knee tremble coming on and braced himself on Gingers shoulders. 

Feeling the pressure in his cock reach breaking point and his balls retracted high in his sack, Ginger knew her reward was on its way. The Skipper bellowed a massive roar and shot his load with staggering force. Ginger had to relinquish six inches of his cock as her head snapped back and she gulped his surging wad of cum. Still she was unable to capture it all as cum spilt out the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Removing the remainder of his cock the Skipper crashed to the beach. His huge erection saluted the morning sun and his breathing subsided to a slower rate. Next instant though the sun was blocked as Ginger straddled him and hoisted her evening dress up around her waist.

"Skipper, permission to board sir?" she requested in time honoured navy fashion.

"Permission granted!" he replied in a commanding tone.

"Boy I'm gunna fuck you silly." Ginger promised as the Skipper just smiled like a cat with the cream as she torpedoed herself on his boner. Her hot cunt gripped as much of his cock as possible before she eased forward and started fucking him with a smooth regular motion. Wasting no time the Skipper pulled down the straps of her halter neck dress and greedily mauled at her big swinging tits. Her nipples where long and hard and tasted divine, he gorged on both, chewing, sucking and biting.

In fact he kneaded her tits like teats on a cow trying to fit as much of her breast into his mouth as possible. This only spurred the insatiable Ginger onto greater heights, and she started to sing as her orgasm approached. Although a bit disconcerting the Skipper thought who am I to argue. So as he slammed his cock relentlessly into her he joined in. A screaming chorus of 'God bless America' signalled their mutual orgasm, before the force of Gingers orgasm tossed her off and onto the beach. They lay there for a while before the Skipper said thankyou with a big slap of her arse.

"Well Ginger you certainly are the catch of the day'" he giggled

"Anything for my fans, anything." Ginger decreed as she rose on unsteady legs, adjusted her hair, and proceeded to waddle up the beach bow legged. It would take some time to recover, as she could not remember the last time her pussy had been stretched to capacity like that. 

Meanwhile Thurston and Mrs. Howell where out on the back nine of the islands golf course. They where at the tricky 12th, designed by Gilligan, where the dogleg to the left took you perilously close to out of bounds, which happened to be a cliff.

"Pass me the 4 wood Lovey, I'm going to thrash the blasted ball through the jungle and onto the green," he stated boldly. Lovey handed him his club and stood back to admire his purposeful swing. Unbeknown to Thurston though was the fact that at just 100 yards away the Professor was shagging a knot in a palm tree. He had taken too much of his own aphrodisiac and although well lubricated with jellyfish oil fucked the tree with no care for possible splinters.

Thurston let go a booming drive that never got above three and half feet and sliced wildly to the left. The scream that followed left the Howells mystified as they proceeded onto the undergrowth. But the sight that befell them as they entered the clearing was staggering. For there was the Professor, pants around his ankles, his erect cock poking into a palm tree and a golf ball half buried up his arse.

"Talk about a bad lye Lovey how am I expected to play through. Egghead old man, I don't mean to be rude but shagging a palm tree? Where is the logic man?" Thurston enquired.

"Poor dear," Lovey sighed, "Let me help you out."

Kneeling down behind the Professor Mrs. Howell admired his well-developed buns and shivered slightly as she ran her hands over them. They where tight and firm like Thurston's used to be and her pussy tingled and she unconsciously massaged them.

"Lovey, the ball," implored Thurston, breaking her trance, and she refocused on the ball. Slowly and carefully Lovey worked a manicured digit up the Professors arse. Hooking the golf ball she popped it out in one smooth action. It rolled about three feet past the palm giving Thurston a perfect shot at the green. Wasting no time Thurston grabbed his 9 iron and played through. Lovey though had left her finger firmly planted up the Professors arse and wondered at its hot rubbery feel as she fingered his prostate. The Professor now had his cock fully erect again and worked his arse around her finger totally immersed with the sensation.

Boldly Lovey reached up with her other hand and stroked his large balls then lent forward and licked his buns. After caressing his balls for a few minutes she deftly manoeuvred her hand around his hot sticky cock and eased it out of the palm tree. Turning him around she saw his large tool was red and raw and angry.

"Poor boy," she cooed again, and ran the tip of he tongue over the crown of his cock. "Let me help you dear. Nobody needs to fuck a tree when my nest is always ready for a homeless boner."

The professor had never given anybody but Ginger a second thought and although Mrs Howell was most definitely and older woman she was still very attractive. More so at this point as she started to suck his cock and ease his flaming itch with her warm moist saliva. The Professors 7 inch dick made up for its lack of length by its 5-inch circumference. Loveys lips where stretched tight and her jaws fully open as she took his cock in one all engulfing blowjob. 

This was all too much for the Professor. Grabbing Lovey he pulled her up and kissed her passionately. He proceeded to remove her riding pants and panties before ripping open her blouse and attacking her pendulous titties. While sucking mercilessly on her large nipples he lifted her left leg up and she wrapped it round his waist. Then in one clean jerk he impaled her onto his cock. With her back against the palm for support he thrust into her hard and deep lifting her right foot of the ground with every manic effort. Loveys' cunt was still tight and her well-developed thigh muscles, from all her horse riding, squeezed the Professors hips like a vice.

They came together in a heaving mass of arms and legs and lips. Lovey took his load like the seasoned professional she was and the Professor finally had relief for his over filled balls. Grunting and heaving they leant against the palm, then Lovey spoke.

"My dear boy anytime you feel the need I am totally yours," she smiled and kissed him lightly.

"Thank you Mrs. Howell for a truly awesome fuck and thank Thurston too for his wayward drive." They both laughed and moved off. Up at the ninth Thurston had managed to save his par but it was the Professor who had scored a hole in one.



Gilligans Island Ch. 3



Gilligan walked towards the lagoon at his usual meandering way when suddenly he saw the skipper flat on his back. 

"Hang on skipper, I'm coming!" he cried, and crashed through the remaining undergrowth and onto the small beach. "Skipper, Skipper is you alright. "

"Hey little buddy, I'm fine, relax and get your breath back. "

"But Skipper you where down and I thought... "

Taking of his hat the Skipper gave Gilligan one of his customary slaps across the head. 

"RELAX, and that's an order. Now let me tell you what happened," he said with a broad grin. As they made their way back to camp the Skipper regaled how he had finally nailed Ginger but laughed even louder when Gilligan told him about Ginger and the banana and his shagging of Marianne. 

As they entered the clearing Marianne, Ginger and Lovey where sitting at the table talking softly, but one thing was obvious if they glowed any brighter the boys would need sunglasses. Seeing the boys they all got up and went their separate ways, but their smiles where undeniable. Later that afternoon as Gilligan passed Mrs. Howells hut he heard his name being called. 

"Gilligan, Gilligan my dear boy, be a sweetie and give me a hand in here would you?"

Once inside he asked her what she wanted and she told him to reach up and hold one of the low ceiling poles. Then standing on a chair Lovey reached over and tied his wrists to the pole with some sturdy palm vine. 

"There that's better," she said admiring her handy work," now my boy its time for your birthday present. "

"But Mrs. Howell its not my birthday," Gilligan stammered. 

"Then it must be mine," giggled Lovey as she started to undo his shirt. 

Button by button Lovey undid his shirt pulling and tugging it gently out of Gilligans jeans till she finally opened it and ogled his smooth chest. Using both hands she lightly traced her fingertips over the firm flesh occasionally scratching gently and tweaking his nipples. When she finally licked his nipples her warm moist mouth brought them to instant attention and Gilligan groaned as his prick throbbed mercilessly. Tonguing her way to his navel Lovey undid his jeans with all the care of a mothers touch dropping his jeans and boxers to free his rock hard erection. 

Lovey kissed his prick then ran her tongue from his balls to his shaft head, which made his prick twitch uncontrollably before she stepped away. Retrieving a shell of coconut oil Lovey returned to lather Gilligan, working her hands more forcefully over his body and bringing it to a glossy sheen. She payed special attentions to his arse and ran a finger into his rectum and felt the fire that only fanned her own. Standing again she picked up Thurston's riding crop and bent it a few times, smiling devilishly. 
 "Oh Shit," whimpered Gilligan. 

********

Meanwhile the Professor was back in his hut experimenting. The sensation of having a golf ball up his arse had set his mind towards finding out what else might feel good. Convincing himself that if he tried it on himself first then it might prove useful if he ever nailed Ginger. 

His insertions of firstly a lubricated banana then pawpaw and finally a polished bamboo dildo had only mild returns. Then he spied the perfect tool. It was a fruit he had engineered as a cross between a cucumber and a pineapple, which he called a 'cucumble'. Grabbing at the fruit he rammed it firmly up his arse. 

Outside Marianne heard a horrible scream and looked on stunned as the Professor ran out stark naked with a funny coloured object hanging out his rear as he bolted for the lagoon. Unfortunately the Prof had just discovered that his 'cucumble' contained a highly acidic juice and he was now feeling the effect of its attack somewhat like a heavy night out on the Bombay curry. 

*********

Gilligan stood rigid, trussed up like a turkey dinner, as before him Lovey Howell disrobed while still holding the riding crop. Her tits were heavy and sagged but her erect nipples made Gilligans mouth water. Lovey carried no fat and her thighs where firm with only a slight trace of cellulite. But Gilligan was stunned at the sight of a totally shaved pussy, which displayed Loveys pouting lips in all their glory

Lovey moved forward and pressed her body against Gilligans and gyrated slowly using the coconut oil to lube herself too. Spreading her thighs she straddled his leg and massaged her smooth cunt up and down his quad till she was totally wet. Talking hold of his cock Lovey then stood on her tiptoes and inserted the tip, then dropping down let it cram smoothly up her steaming cunt. She clung to him with one arm round his neck and set up a gradual rocking motion on his fully embedded cock. Every thrust of his hips was met with a crack of the riding crop across his arse, and Gilligans mind reeled at this painful yet totally orgasmic sensation. 

Settling in to a steady pace Gilligans cock stoked Loveys furnace, her glistening pussy lips where stretched to the limit and his wiry pubic hair tickled her clit. Gilligan wondered at the flexability of this senior citizen sex maniac. God she was tight for a 50 year old and her tongue worked magic as she basted his tonsils with passionate French kisses and all the while whipped his arse. All this motion though had finally worked the vine free and as their mutual orgasm approached they crashed to the floor. Gilligan quickly took control. 

" My turn, slut," he laughed as he rolled her onto her back. Grabbing her ankles he spread her legs and draped them over his shoulders. Then pinning her arms to the floor he plunged into her swollen pussy with a series of savage thrusts. His bloated balls slapped hard against her arse and her heavy tits bounced uncontrollably every time he hit the hilt. 

"God, God, God," she squealed, " Fuck me boy, harder, harder awwwwwwwwww. "

Loveys cunt gripped his cock like a vice as she rocked to her orgasm. Her arse pounded the floor and her stomach rippled as each new orgasm exploded one after the other. Gilligan too was lost to the world of orgasm. Sweat hurt his eyes and his breath was ragged as he pounded away, then he erupted as his balls tingled and he delivered his wad in a wave of heated fury. Collapsing on top of Lovey he took a stiff nipple into his mouth and hungrily devoured her tit. This bought on Loveys final orgasm and as she raised her hips one last time Gilligan slapped her arse to return the favour and Lovey shuddered to fulfilment. 

*******

Down at the lagoon the skipper had removed the offending cucumble and was washing out his rectum. Bent over and reaching behind he gently fingered his arse with soothing cool water. Soon though he became aware of another presence and froze in position. He heard somebody wade up behind him and was startled to feel a smooth soft hand massaged his buns. Then his cock sprang to instant attention as a tongue invaded his hole in tender circular strokes and a hand fondled his balls. He spun around and there was Marianne on her knees her wet shirt clinging to her magnificent breasts and a sensuous tongue licking her lips. 

"I know a little first aid Professor, does this help ease the pain?"

To Be Continued... 



Gilligans Island Ch. 4



For a second the Professor stared dumbly down at Maryannes stunning body. His mind raced with wild thoughts as he watched her heaving tits stretch the fabric of her wet cotton shirt. All he had ever considered was nailing Ginger, but now, good god here was an opportunity not to be missed.

'Well Maryanne that little arse rimming certainly did ease my discomfort, but now I have a slightly more pressing problem."

" Never mind Professor I've got just the remedy."

Pulling him to the ground she quickly straddled his legs and franticly undid his belt and unzipped his fly. Pulling down his virgin white Y-fronts she gasped as the Professors' degree saluted her in all its glory. Wasting no more time than necessary repositioning herself Maryanne greedily devoured his cock. He moaned in utter bliss as first his bloated knob was drowned in a sea of warm moist saliva but as it continued its travels past her tonsils and down her vacuum like throat.

With each long drawn motion of Maryannes head, the smooth constant up & down precision of a perfect blowjob convinced the Professor that this little vixen would suck his cock off given half a chance. It wasn't long though before his swollen balls started to itch with that telltale sign off impending orgasm. Fighting hard hie clenched his butt cheeks together to try to prolong the inevitable but he just couldn't.

Maryannes felt the oncoming rush too an jacked her hand up and down his cock.

' Cum over my face, I want your hot cum all over my fuckin face' she cried, and was duly rewarded as the Professor shot his wad all over her face. 

- // -

Gilligan was just walking away from Lovey Howells hut when he walked straight into Ginger.

"Gilligan your such a klutz" she sneered "never looking out for other people" 

" Come off it Ginger, still peeved at my seeing your banana tango, I see. Well I also happen to know all about you and the Skipper, so bite me!" Ginger let rip with clattering forearm slap that caught Gilligan just above the ear, he just smiled and returned the favour. Ginger reeled back more from shock than pain. Gilligan had hit a woman and she was stunned but more over totally aroused.

"Listen bitch, the only slapping that will ever take place between us ever again will be my cock up your cunt OK, now come here" he demanded.

Ginger moved forward totally transfixed by Gilligans authority, totally turned on by his domineering attitude and totally soaked in anticipation

Gilligans mouth crushed her full lips then his tongue smashed its way into her exploring her with expert dexterity. His hands firmly massaged her arse cheeks pulling her red-hot cunt onto his rigid boner. Even through his jeans & her dress Ginger knew she was rubbing against a pretty impressive tool.

Pulling down her dress he mauled her ample tits with an urgency she had never known. Gilligan suckled her erect nipples till they felt on fire then crammed as much tit flesh as was humanly possible into his eager mouth.

" Oh yes, suck me baby. Suck mom's titties. Harder, harder, oh god yes. I'm so fuckin wet. Eat me Gilligan now, now, now!"

Gilligan sunk to his knees and like all good sailors instinctively knew the way home.

- // -

Hearing Gingers raucous screams the Skipper bolted down the island path seeking out his morning lover. When he entered the small clearing where all the noise was coming from he was stunned to see Ginger spread eagled against a tree, tits bouncing in the breeze and Gilligans head planted firmly on her cunt whist his hands controlled her gyrating arse.

" Hey little buddy what all this" he stammered.

" Nothing Skipper, just servicing this horny minx."

" SUCK" Ginger pleaded.

Gilligan gave her hot sticky snatch one final tongue lashing then rose to his feet and winked at the Skipper. The Skipper new the signal well enough and moved into position behind Ginger. As he dropped his trousers and Gilligan removed his jeans Ginger ogled at the two rods of man meat about to ravish her and smiled hungrily.

Taking hold of his rigid cock Gilligan crouched slightly and nestled his knob against her willing gash for just a second then plunged upwards in one powerful stroke. Ginger groaned deliriously as her cunt was stuffed to the hilt by his throbbing pole. Gilligan reached down and grabbed her knee and lifted it up to his thigh. This only increased Gingers raging hormones as she rutted back and forth on Gilligans cock. It also exposed her pretty little butt hole and the Skipper was about to go drilling for oil.

He grabbed his cock and slowly wiped it back and forth over her crack lubricating he dick with her ever-present pussy juice. Then with a practiced aim slowly penetrated her arse hole till his balls rested on her cheeks.

Ginger let out a gurgled moan as the boys gave her the DP of the century. Her head lolled back and forth as she was lost in her own world of orgasmic bliss. Her twat quivered and rippled with uncontrollable tremors and her rectum play a gripping solo on the Skippers pole performance.

When her orgasm finally hit Ginger screamed to the heavens. Her knees turned to jelly as she slumped forward only supported by these two jackhammering cocks. The Skipper reached round and grabbed a handful of tit while Gilligan quickly grabbed her arse to prevent her falling completely. Ginger couldn't of cared less as her multiple orgasm rocked her towards unconsciousness in the nicest possible way. The Skipper and Gilligan then climaxed in unison as Gingers last thought was of floating on her own sea of cum. 



Gilligan's Island Or How We Stopped



GILLIGAN'S ISLAND
OR
How We Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the Island 


PROLOGUE
Call Me Ishmael

Except From The Log Of The M.V. Minnow 

September 26, 1964

Departed port of Hilo at 1000 hours with five passengers and two crew members, bound for Kailua Kona where passengers will disembark after a three hour tour. Making 10 knots, wind from the northeast at two knots, light chop, weather fine, but with low clouds on the northeastern horizon. ETA 1300 hrs.

Jonas Grumby, Master M.V. Minnow

The skipper of the forty foot excursion boat M.V. (Motor Vessel) Minnow, Jonas Grumby, retired Senior Chief Petty Officer and late Boatswain of the U.S.S. Short Splice (AK 249), stood by the helm sighing to himself as he watched his first mate and only crew member, Gilligan, getting tangled up in the anchor line... again, as he tried to cast off the bow line. They'd five passengers this trip, about as good a haul as usual, though sometimes they had eight or ten. But what the hell, it was off season and it was enough to pay the bills, plus a bit more. Fortunately the passengers were aft under the canopy, watching a cruse liner clear the harbor, so didn't see Gilligan unhook the anchor line to untangle himself, then leave it to cast off the stern line. As it turned out, neither had Grumby, because at that moment he turned away to check that the stern was clear of the boat tied up aft of them. 

While the weather appeared fine, Grumby was somewhat uneasy that he hadn't had time to check the weather report, what with Gilligan forgetting to load the extra food and water for the trip and having to do it himself. But what the hell, it was only three hours after all, what could happen?

Off Kāhilipali point, an hour and a half into the voyage, the low clouds Grumby noted as the Minnow cleared the harbor rapidly overtook the little boat. The two knot breeze from the northeast freshened to more than forty knots, then within five minutes the seas increased from a light chop to over fifteen feet. In minutes the little boat was driven out of sight of land and out into the wide Pacific, drifting to the southwest. 

For three mortal days Grumby and Gilligan fought to save their boat and passengers from the raging sea. Grumby had managed to rig a sea anchor, a jury-rigged second one actually, as Gilligan had deployed the first one without tying it off. So at least now they were in less danger of being swamped by the towering seas, plus were able to conserve what fuel they had as the sea anchor kept the bow of the boat pointed into the waves without having to use the engine. Grumby used all of his considerable knowledge gained from a lifetime spent at sea to keep the boat afloat and everyone alive, though hardly comfortable. At dawn of the second day the wind veered to the north northeast and increased to fifty knots, causing their drift to change from southwest to generally south, deep into the open Pacific.

* * *

Sometime after dawn of the third day I slowly swam up to consciousness and found myself laying in the cockpit of the Minnow, and to a massive headache. In fact I ached allover; not surprising considering the beating the storm had given me, given all of us. I made it to my feet, swaying gently, and looked about groggily, then bellowed. "Gilligan!" I immediately regretted this as I clutched my head at the pain. No answer. Fuck, I thought, I should have at least had the fun of getting drunk to feel this bad. 

I looked sharply around, finally noticing the lack of movement. 

Damn! I thought. We're aground. Lifting my bleary gaze I saw that to the southwest there appeared to be a green hill or small mountain, rising from a small palm and brush covered, roughly triangular plane. Over the tops of the trees and tall coconut palms I could just see two shallow valleys meeting at the apex of the plane, maybe a quarter mile from the beach. To the north, west, and south there was ocean, as far as the eye could see. 

About a hundred or so yards off the beach we were grounded on was a low coral reef, inclosing a calm, shallow looking lagoon. It appeared to be low tide as there was several feet of reef sticking above the water, though the storm swell was still breaking on the ocean side of the reef. Enough of the swell was getting through the reef so that two foot waves were rolling up the white sand beach the Minnow was on, but not reaching the beached boat. From my vantage point I couldn't see a passage through it anywhere, which gave rise to a horrible suspicion. I undogged the hatch to the hold as quickly as I could; heaving the hatch aside I dropped into the engine compartment with a grunt. And found myself standing on oil covered sand. The Minnow no longer had a bottom. Hell, it looked as if the keel, along with about a foot or so of hull had been planed off when we were driven over the reef. It was also glaringly obvious that we no longer had an engine, shaft, or propeller, all of which appeared to have dropped out when the bottom was removed. To make things perfect the fuel tank was ruptured and empty, all and all we were well and truly fucked.

Well, I thought philosophically as I grunted and heaved my way out of the hold, at least we didn't sink, that was the most important thought to hold onto, especially when I break it to the passengers. Now, where the hell is Gilligan?

CHAPTER 1

A New Beginning

Of course it's a desert island, don't you see the fucking camels? Got here on bloody driftwood, they did.

Billy Bones to his 'very good friend' Chaz... mina

2nd Month – Day 1

A full month has passed since that fateful day the passengers and crew of the Minnow were wrecked on an uncharted island in the course of its three hour tour. An island the passengers have since christened 'Gilligan's Island'; a name given not so much in tribute as in blame. 

It had begun to dawn on the everyone, well the Skipper anyway, that rescue may take a bit longer than originally thought. And that, conceivably, they may have to rescue themselves. This was because as the Skipper was setting up the shortwave radio and testing it, Gilligan came running up to help, tripped over his own feet, and knocked the powered up radio into a tidal pool, soaking it in sea water and shorting it out. Which, according to the Professor, wrecked it beyond repair. 

Once the shock and subsequent mental lethargy caused by the storm and shipwreck began to fade, tensions start to build among the passengers. Additionally, a mild form of posttraumatic stress disorder started to manifest itself, so the 'tensions' are surfacing in a variety of unlikely ways as personalities, and suppressed, as well as not so suppressed idiosyncrasies and personal foibles started bubbling to the surface. Gilligan in particular became the focus of mild hostility as the passengers slowly came to realized that his incredible ineptness, thoughtlessness, and downright stupidity were the root cause of their predicament. 

The first day on the island the Skipper and Gilligan built, and moved into, a lean-to on the beach so that the passengers could use the three cabins aboard the grounded Minnow. The Howells, of course, taking the largest for themselves. With no fuel to run the stove they also set up a cooking area, but everyone continued to eat on the boat. No other arrangements were made as everyone expected immediate rescue. However, as the days turn to weeks with no rescue in sight, the need for more permanent housing, better cooking arrangements, and finding new sources of food to eke out the rapidly dwindling supply carried by the Minnow had become pressing. Although, fresh water was not a problem as there was a stream coming from the peak and across the little level area they were on.

So far the castaways had only wandered around the small flattish area between the lagoon and the peak, gathering food as they stumbled across it. Plus, of course, what they could glean from the sea. But now the Skipper and the Professor began organizing regular exploring parties, consisting of the Skipper and Gilligan, the professor and Ginger, and Maryann with the Howells, so that they could get a better handle on the islands geography and resources. 

The first day of exploration saw all of them make the trek to the highest point on the island through the tangled tropical vegetation, following the relatively gentle slope from the beach. Once the top of the peak was reached they saw that the coast of the island was completely vertical, except for two valleys which plunged steeply from the peak to the sea and had boulder strewn beaches. The beaches, however, were only a few square yards in size, smothered in foam from the constant surf.

After a week of exploration a picture of the island's resources began to emerge. As is usual for a Pacific island it is an extinct volcano with a small fringe of reef. The flat bit they had fortuitously grounded on had formed when a side of the peak collapsed into the sea, thus giving the coral a shallow enough base on which to build a reef. This allowed a lagoon to form, with decomposed coral carpeting the floor of the lagoon and the beach as fine white sand. Two valleys had been cut into the loose rubble after the crater collapsed and were much shallower and more flattened at the bottom than the others. At the same time those streams brought down a lot of fine material which had helped smooth out the rubble and created some very good soil. 

2nd Month – Day 8

Roy Hinkley (who the others now called 'The Professor' since he seemed to have an encyclopedic knowledge of almost every subject, from the best way to purify water to how to build a, relatively, waterproof hut) entered the new clearing dragging another load of green fronds, cut from the numerous coconut and thatch palms that thickly dotted the comparatively flat area they were building their huts on. 

The Professor had drawn up some plans for huts based on the materials they had found on the island and what tools were available from the Minnow's tool chest. The frames were made of the heaviest, thickest bamboo they could find, about six inches in diameter, which were cut from the thick stands that choked one of the shallow valleys and some of the ridges. 

Using a hatchet and machete, these extremely strong bamboo poles had been felled then cut to length with the saw. The corner posts had been driven as deeply as possible into the bottom of four foot deep holes which had been dug into the rock studded soil, braced with coral rubble, then filled with soil and tamped. Then the corner posts were notched so the cross pieces could slot into them, making a quite strong, flexible joint after being tied together. The sides of the huts were panels made of woven grass and palm frond leaves. These panels were then tied to smaller bamboo poles which were used as studs, leaving openings for a door and windows, each of the windows had their own panels, hinged at the top, to use as shutters. 

The roofs had a framework of bamboo to which a layer of striped branches was tied. Green palm fronds were then tied to the bamboo and branches until a mat about a foot thick was formed. As they had no nails everything was tied together with palm leaves, vines, and thick twine. The Professor had shown them how to make the twine, first by striping the fibers from suitable vegetation, letting it dry, then rolling it into suitable thickness on a bare thigh. Unfortunately, it turned out one of the vines had been somewhat poisonous, or perhaps Ginger was allergic. In any case, she had come down with a bad case of hives, so had been unable to help for the last week or so as she lay in her bunk on the Minnow, skin pink from the last of the calamine lotion, trying not to scratch; her hands incased in thick cloth work gloves to keep from making scars when she did.

* * *

I stopped and wiped the sweat from my forehead, gazing at the half completed hut we were building for the girls. I'll build my own, I thought. It'll be larger and a damned sight sturdier and more waterproof than the ones this pack of mental defectives are building. The Skipper, who was standing next to the unfinished hut, called out to Gilligan, breaking my train of thought.

"Better get a move on, little buddy. We need to finish the roof of the hut before dark. I don't like the looks of those clouds." He called, staring with a furrowed brow at the clouds starting to build beneath the slowly descending sun. Glancing in the same direction I calculated we still had about three, maybe four hours of daylight, but it looked like rain might come in before that, so we did need to hurry to get a roof on the girl's hut to keep the dirt floor dry. 

"Gilligan, get those palm fronds from the Professor and hurry!" The Skipper yelled. Getting no response he looked around, frowning, then walked over to the other side of the hut as I followed him still dragging the damned fronds, then dropped them on the pile next to the hut. And there was Gilligan, standing behind Maryann again. I watched the Skipper as his frown deepened to a scowl and he started forward, then stopped, glaring first at Gilligan then Maryann. 

Maryann was stranding on the third rung of our makeshift ladder, the eave of the roof at her waist. She was bent over, stretched out across the roof holding a palm frond so Mr. Howell could tie it to the ridgepole, the fronds making a still somewhat thin overlapping mat that drooped over the eave pole, which was about seven feet above the ground. This was to allow for a floor to be raised a foot or so above the ground and was to made with planks from the defunct Minnow. Today she was wearing a small pair of tight red shorts that seemed to be painted on and, probably because of the heat and humidity, wasn't wearing a bra under her white blouse, which she had unbuttoned and tied like a halter, just under her small, apple shaped breasts.

Every time she stretched out to hold the frond in place so Howell could tie it off, the shorts would bunch up into the crack of her ass. She would then take one hand off the frond and tug futilely at the hem of her shorts, causing the frond to slip. Gilligan had wandered over and put his nose a few inches from her ass, drawn to her like a bee to a flower, with much the same instinctive idea I suppose. 

I figured the Skipper and Gilligan were, perhaps, a bit more than employer and employee. In fact, last week on the beach, before the moon set, I had seen the Skipper and Gilligan coming out of the lagoon after a swim; both were nude and the Skipper had his arm around Gilligan's waist. Just goes to show that it's true what they say about old sailors, they'll fuck anything. 

The Skipper shook himself out of what ever his thoughts were. 

"Gilligan," the Skipper called. Again, no response.

"GILLIGAN!" he bellowed, taking off his hat and slapping his thigh with it. Gilligan turned his head and gave the Skipper a vacant stare. "Gilligan, Goddamn it. Quit fooling around and get your ass over here. Now!"

"Right away, Skipper." Gilligan said and turned to run to the Skipper. The only problem being that Gilligan had moved quite close to the ladder to look at Maryann's ass, so when he turned he tripped and fell, taking the ladder with him. Maryann pitched forward, tearing a hole in the new roof and ended up draped over the eave pole. As she fell she hit her head on one of the roof poles, gashing her forehead. She squealed and started kicking her feet, trying to free herself. Inside the hut Howell was treated to an eyeful of jiggling tits as he looked up her blouse, totally ignoring the blood trickling down her face and dripping from her chin.

"Mr. Howell, help me. I'm stuck. I can't get off," Maryann squealed.

"Don't worry, Maryann. I'll come around and get you down. Just stay there and don't move," I heard Howell say as he hurried through the door.

We all arrived at Maryann about the same time and stopped for a moment gazing at that round, perfect ass. Well, at least Howell and I did. The Skipper was busy helping Gilligan to his feet and brushing him off.

"Stay still, Maryann. We'll get you down," I said, "Gilligan, you take one leg, Skipper, you the other. Mr. Howell, you get underneath her and I'll get her from behind." I had to suppress a smile at that image.

We took our positions. The Skipper and Gilligan each grabbed a leg and pulled them apart, giving us an even better view, especially of her prominent camel-toe. Howell stooped down and placed his hands on her bare stomach as I grabbed her by the waist.

"Okay, when I count to three, pull her down," I ordered, "One...Two..."

I never got to three. Gilligan, as usual, screwed up and pulled early, messing everything up. As Maryann slid off the pole Mr. Howell's hands slipped up her blouse and found a breast. I let my hands slide down to cup her ass as she came off the roof, knocking me down and landing on my crouch, my hands cushioning the impact of her luscious ass on my hardening dick. Howell, refusing to let go of her breast, fell on top of both of us, twisting around as he fell and ending up between her legs. Then the Skipper was pulled on top of all three of us, his crotch pressing against Howell's ass. Gilligan, the cause if it all, just stood there, looking at us vacantly, no doubt wondering what had happened. I swear to God, one day I'm going to kill that fucking moron.

* * *

I landed with a soft thump on the Professors lap, somehow his hands had moved from my waist to my butt and I could feel his dick getting hard and starting to poke into the crack of my ass. Mr. Howell had a death grip on my right boob, his thumb on the nipple, and I could feel his dick hardening and starting to push against my coochie. When the Skipper landed on Mr. Howell it almost knocked my breath out. The Skipper had a funny look on his face and I could feel Mr. Howell pressing into me as the Skipper rubbed against his butt. Mr. Howell was looking at me but I couldn't see much because the blood was really in my eyes now.

Finally the Skipper rolled off Mr. Howell, who gave my booby a last squeeze as he got up. Then he and the Skipper helped me up off of the Professor.

"That's a nasty cut you have there Maryann." He said as he examined it. "Here, sit on the table while I clean it up and take a better look."

The Professor made me sit with my hips right on the edge of the table, legs dangling, then he stood between them and pressed his hips against mine. I could feel his dick getting hard again as he slowly rubbed it up and down as he washed the blood off. Then I yelped and jumped, really ramming my coochie against his dick as he put something on the cut that burned terribly.

"There, there Maryann, this will only sting for a moment." Then he put on a bandage. "But I'm afraid you might have a small scar after this heals though." My eyes started to tear up. Goddamn Gilligan to hell, I thought.

"Oh Professor do you think so, I don't want to be marked for life because... because of..." And I looked over at where Gilligan was standing, watching us in his creepy way.

"Now, now Maryann, you're young yet, just eighteen, and cuts like this often heal without any mark when one is young, and if there is a scar it will very probably fade to nothing in a year or two for much the same reason."

"Oh thank you Professor! I squealed, hopping off the table and on to him, my legs locked around his hips as I hugged him. His dick was still hard as I pushed my coochie into it as hard as I could and rubbed, just a little. 

2nd Month – Day 20

Well it took a while but I was able to build my hut the way I wanted. It took as long as it did because Gilligan insisted on helping, that alone added an extra two weeks. Fortunately I was able to divert the little twit by having him gather grass, vines, and palm fronds, though less than half of what he brought in was usable. The Skipper was a much bigger help, harvesting bamboo, cutting it to size, and notching them with the saw, at least he was good for something. I was even able to put in a floor made from planks from the Minnow, it tuned out there was enough to make floors for all the huts. The planks raised the floor of my hut about two feet off the ground, rather than the foot or less of the others, with three solidly built steps to the ground. Now I just need to weave some soft reed mats to cover the rough planks. No land crabs in my hut at night! 




Gilligan's Island Or How We Stopped



That night, as I lie on nice clean sheets from the Minnow, I was surrounded by the smell of fresh cut grass from my new mattress, the old ones from the Minnow were mildewed. The new mattress was on a rather creaky bunk made from bamboo and strung with rope. 

I was rapidly soaking my clean sheets with sweat as I lay there naked in the heat and humidity, not a hint of breeze coming through the windows or doorway to cool my sweating body. Without a breeze to rustle the palms it was quiet enough that I could hear the soft murmur of the surf on the reef. Thank God there didn't seem to be any mosquitoes or other biting insects on the island as I had been unable to come up with anything to make screens or mosquito nets. 

The incident with Maryann was praying on my mind as I gently stroked my hardening dick, thinking about the feel of her tight little ass pressed against it. Damnit, I had to think of a way to get into those tight shorts she was always wearing. There was no way that little bitch was as innocent as she appeared to be. 

It's funny, I thought, it's only here, in this isolated bit of nowhere that I seem to be happy, or at least not actively unhappy anyway, and that makes for a change. Well, living here might not be such a bad thing after all. I was far away from all those damned busybodies, always prying into things which did not concern them, so persistent in their lack of imagination and intelligence. 

Their officious meddling forcing me move on and start over, again and again. First forced from my position as an associate professor at Vassar, and having to take a subordinate position at that cow collage in the Midwest. Each time, I was forced to take a lower status position, ruining the cozy relationships I had built up with those beautiful girls in my classes. 

I stroked my dick faster as I remembered Jane and her mother Helen, they had been the last ones, before I had had to leave town so quickly. Jane had been a junior in one of my classes at that wretched high school in northern New Jersey; unable to keep up with the class work, her mother was anxious the dumb little blond would get a passing grade so she could stay on the cheer squad with those other blond bimbos, why are they always blond, I wondered. Setups of that sort just didn't come more perfect. The memory of sinking my dick into that muscular little bitch's sweet pussy, no virgin her, while her fat assed mother sucked on my balls was enough to send me over the edge as I stroked faster and faster, my hand flying up and down my dick, slick with pre-cum. My ass clinched and my hips arched as wad after wad of cum spewed from my pulsing dick, splashing onto my chest and stomach, one wad even landing on my chin, my tongue snaking out to claim it. 

As my muscles relaxed after the orgasm I heard a soft rustle outside. Glancing at the window I was in time to see someone silhouetted as they turned to leave. Damn, Howell, of all people, and it looked like he was buck naked. I smiled. Well, well, if that wasn't food for thought I don't know what is. This could make any scheme I came up with to get at the girls, even Mrs. Howell, what does Howell call her... ah yes, Lovey, more... feasible, as I do believe it is quite possible Howell will be an ally if properly manipulated. Perhaps some sort of phased approach? Well, perchance it well come to me as I sleep. Ah to sleep, perchance to dream. I thought sleepily, totally relaxed after my orgasm.

* * *

I slowly moved back from the window, my body still shaky from the orgasm after I ejaculated on the wall of the hut. I couldn't see the Professor's face, as it was in deep shadow, but I don't think he heard when my prick brushed against the hut wall as I was stroking it. My God, the man was magnificent, and his prick, why, it must be at least eight or nine inches long! And what a lot of cum. The sight of it made my mouth water, and thinking about it made my prick stiffen again so it was now waving in the warm night air, leading the way as I hurried back to our hut, my bare feet making no sound in the soft sandy soil. I couldn't help but wonder if he, but no, still... perhaps I could get Lovey to help. I knew she had her sights set on Ginger; however, she'd told me just a couple of days ago she had seen the Professor bathing in the stream down by the beach and thought she might make a run at him as well. Well, a ménage a trois would be nice. Much as it had been at home with Pablo and Lovey, or Maria and Pablo for that matter. So what if she was his sister, some money and a not so veiled threat of the INS had taken care of any dispute.

My prick was still nice and hard as I slipped into our hut and made my way to where Lovey was laying on the bed, naked in the sultry night air. Her fair skin shown like silver in the bright moonlight streaming in from the window as it fell full on her, giving me a most satisfying view of her still very trim thirtyish body. She was laying on her back with her legs spread, no doubt to catch any cooling breeze, as well as give her fingers access to her sweet twat. The plump lips of her lovely slit were peeking through the thatch of thick curly hair between her legs. Hair which would match the color of her golden-brown mane spread over the pillow if it were sunlight rather than pale moonlight illuminating her. Her large, grapefruit sized, breasts were somewhat flattened, but the fat, thick nipples were very prominent, set slightly off center on the dark, silver dollar sized areoles. 

I stopped at the foot of our new bed, a little lumpy but... acceptable, stroking my prick for a bit as I watched her, legs spread wide with a couple of fingers up her cute slit. I carefully crawled onto the bed and between her legs until I was nuzzling the hair covering her sweet twat. Working around her fingers I gently licked her slit from bottom to top, giving her clit an extra flick that made her hips twitch. Then, gently extracting her fingers and licking her sweet elixir from them, I started tonguing the protruding dark inner lips, softly sucking them in my mouth then running my tongue up and down them. Lovey's eyelids fluttered as my tongue did it's work.

I raised up to my knees and positioned myself, then as slowly as I could, I slid my prick into her sweet snatch, her eyes flying open when I hit bottom. She smiled sleepily up at me as I started to thrust in earnest. Her hips begin moving in synchrony with mine as I started to really pound into her, just the way she liked it. Between her pussy griping my prick like a vise and the thought of sucking on the Professor's large prick I was soon ready to explode. Lovey, with her usual perception, seemed to know I was ready and grabbed my nipples, twisting them hard, the pain sending my over the edge, my cum flooded into her as I jerked my hips in time to the spurting of the cum from my prick. She bucked into me as her own orgasm took her, the strong muscles in her pussy rippled as they milked the last drops of cum from my prick as we both shuttered to the end.

As I collapsed onto her perspiration covered breasts and chest, I felt her quivering with the last of her orgasm.

"Well, from the evidence I would say that your midnight skulking has been successful this time my dear. Who was it?" Lovey asked, just a little breathlessly.

My breathing slowed enough for me to answer. "Indeed, it has proved most successful my love. And as to who, why none other than our brainy Professor." I rolled off of her on to my side of the bed to squeaks from our bamboo love nest, my prick making an audible pop as it came out of her still tight slit. "Not that he was... busy with anyone but himself, you understand. But I must admit, it was magnificent. Why his prick must be at least eight, perhaps nine inches long and thick in proportion. And such a vast amount of lovely cream he produced." I stroked my own rather used up prick, but alas it was not up to the challenge quite yet, perhaps in an hour or so. But sleep was rapidly overtaking us both, so Lovey and I cuddled as I carefully parted her perspiration dampened bum cheeks then nestled my limp, still moist prick between them. Reaching over I wrapped a hand around one of her large, slick pear shaped breasts, thumb firmly resting on the large, even now stiff nipple; the wonderful perfume of our lovemaking still surrounding and clinging to us as we drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 2

The Most Wonderful Thing Has Happened

We are right to note the license and disobedience of this member which thrusts itself forward too inopportunely when we do not want it to, and which so inopportunely lets us down when we most need it; it imperiously contests for authority with our will: it stubbornly and proudly refuses all our incitements, both of the mind and hand.

Michel De Montaigne on the penis (his, presumably)

2nd Month – Day 29

I was finally able to get time for myself to just sit and think of how to satisfy my wants and needs. After several days of cogitation I have now determined on a course of action which, once put in place, is sure to prove successful, in that it will ultimately lead to my getting access to all the lovely woman on this... idyllic island. After all, how could a group with such obviously low intelligence match any plan someone with my high intelligence would came up with. Inconceivable, utterly and in every way inconceivable that they would even know they were being manipulated. 

Up until the last few days I had been unable to take the time to turn my considerable intelligence to devising a plan or scheme to ensure my success in getting at the women, as it was imperative for all of us to commence preparing for a longer stay. After the first month it had become apparent to even the slowest of us, except Gilligan of course, that we were going to be here much longer than any of us could have imagined. With this realization came the recognition that we had to consider growing much of our food in addition to catching fish and gathering shellfish from the reef and lagoon rather than just stumbling over it as had been the practice before. As we had begun to run out of the prepackaged food carried by the Minnow an additional source of some kind of vegetables was needed to keep us healthy; after all, coconut does grow tiresome rather quickly and frankly is not all that nutritious. 

It has become obvious, at least to me, from the time of our first explorations that we were not the first to reach this island. The fact that there are wild chickens in the valleys as well as taro and yams growing about the small plane on which we had built the huts, point to the fact that aboriginal Polynesians have spent some time here, then either leaving or dying out. 

We had also found a number of lime and orange trees as well, which is most fortuitous. This leads me to the conclusion that some time in the last century an English war ship, or perhaps an expedition of some sort, had stopped here and planted these trees, or rather their forefathers. It is probable the citrus trees were planted to aid shipwrecked mariners just such as ourselves. Though why the location of the island is not marked on any of the charts the Skipper has is puzzling, perhaps the coordinates of the island had been miss-marked or perchance someone failed to mark them down. Well, be that as it may, these resources improves our chances of surviving, indeed of thriving, here from fifty-fifty to one hundred percent.

Even the possibility of a great storm, such as a typhoon annihilating us has been solved with the discovery of a cave up on the side of the peak, well above any conceivable storm surge. It is a cave, or lava tube rather, which is large and dry enough that we can store any surplus food and other material safely, and is of ample size to use as a shelter in the event of such a storm. 

I do not believe I would be remiss in stating that we could all live here quite comfortably for as long as we wished. I know that I am in no hurry to return to civilization as long as Jane's father, Joe Carlucci, has his thugs looking for me, I am sure he plans to do more than break my kneecaps. Also I am lead to wonder if any of the others feel the same; in retrospect, some of the remarks I have overheard leads me to suppose this may be so. Thus I have continually procrastinated in seeking a practical plan to leave the island. Interestingly enough the Skipper has also shown little or no interest in finding a way off the island, and he told me over two months ago he knew approximately were we are and how the currents and winds set in this part of the Pacific.

The first part of the ruse came to me last night as I was undressing and noticed I had several rips in my shirt. Previously, I had begun to contemplate a better way of washing our clothes than pounding them on a rock, as we had run out of soap over a month ago. So a number of weeks ago I began experimenting with making soap from coconut oil and wood ashes, with considerable success. Unfortunately this had not solved the problem of our clothes wearing out.

While pondering the rips and tears in my shirt, it suddenly occurred to me this was legitimate grounds for us to conserve our clothes by only wearing the absolute minimum. The ultimate goal would be, of course, to have all of us nude, the climate certainly favors this. But it is obvious such a proposal would be unworkable unless the concept were to be introduced slowly, which would hopefully also lead to a concurrent lessening of inhibitions.

This evening I took the first steps in what I believe is a winning strategy and met with very positive reactions from the others, again showing that these people are easily manipulated and no match for my intelligence. Calling a meeting just after supper I proposed that we adopt loincloths, or a kind of wrap around the waist for the men and wraparounds for the women, all to be pieced together from our ruined clothing, of which we had an unfortunate overabundance. I pointed out to them that these items were traditional wear of the Polynesians and are thus ideal for the island, what with its heat, humidity, and frequent rains.

Going topless for the men will not make much of a change as the four of us have become accustomed to working shirtless and in cutoffs when we are doing heavy labor or are out on the reef, so we have all developed quite good tans. I also showed them samples of a sandal made from the fiber of coconut husks, coir, that are simple to make and repair, with which we can replace our rapidly deteriorating shoes. 

The loincloths for the men would consist of an eighteen or twenty inch by six or seven inch rectangular cloth held in place by another strip of cloth, twine, or rope around the waist. For the ladies the wraparound, known locally as a lava-lava or muumuu, would be just long enough to reach from under the arms to somewhere above the knee, well above the knee if I can manage it, and just wide enough to provide a minimum overlap and be held in place by tucking, or perhaps knotted at the shoulder. 

All agreed to met tomorrow after breakfast and decide on my proposal.

It made my dick hard, well harder anyway, as I stroked it at the thought of the women parading around in such dress, bending over, showing their lovely pussies. This time though I put on some coconut oil on my dick to try to keep down the chafing and to make the sensation last as long as possible. While enjoyable, I am getting damned tired of masturbating. This was not the longest stretch in which I hadn't fucked someone, but by God, it was getting there.

* * *

"So, Maryann, what'd you think of the Professors idea?" I asked as we were preparing for bed.

"Well," she said, her voice muffled as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. "I guess it's a good idea, my clothes are certainly getting kind of ratty, I mean, just look at this!" She said thrusting the t-shirt at me. I took my eyes off of her boobs and glanced at the rather worst for wear garment, then went back to looking at her tits, and nice tits they were.

"Uh, Ginger, my face is up here."

"Yes, but your booby's are so nice, I could just eat them up." 

She sighed. "Okay, go ahead. But first," she said, lightly slapping my reaching hand. "I want you to tell me what you think about the Professors idea as well."

"Okay, if that's what you want." I pouted. "Then we can have some fun." I said as I slipped out of my shorts and halter then sat on the bed, kicking off my sandals, keeping my legs wide open so she could see my pussy. "Well, given that our clothes are getting kind of worn out, I think he may have a good idea there. I know none of us brought very much with us. Course the Skipper and Gilligan were living on the boat so have all their clothes. But neither of them come close to fitting any of us."

"You don't think maybe he has some other motive in getting us to wear less, do you Ginger?" She waved her hand. "Yes I know it'll be more comfortable if the men wore, what did he call them... breechclouts or rather loincloths, and we wear some kind of wraparound, what with the heat and humidity and all. And frankly my shoes are ruined already so the sandals are a good idea. But I wonder? Is he trying to get us naked? And if so, why?" 

"Well, if he is, I for one wouldn't mind at all. Shit, most of the time I was on camera I was nude. And you know what? I really liked that! It made me feel so sexy, and horny. And as to why, well it's probably so he can fuck us, and that sounds like fun!" 

I stretched out on the bed, my arms over my head, lifting my tits, my legs also stretched out and spread, causing my reddish blond bush to almost pop out, my really hairy bush, seeing as we ran out of razorblades over two months ago. The Skipper had a barber kit on the boat so he keeps everybody's hair trimmed. There is also a straight razor that he uses to shave the guys once a week or so. But there's no way Lovey, Maryann, or I were going to shave our pussies, legs, and armpits with it, or have the Skipper do it, even if he is a fairy. Everyone will just had to get used to hairy legs, pits, and cunts. I know I already have.

Maryann's eyes were bouncing back and forth between my pussy and tits as I slowly stretched and writhed on our bed, arching my back, flexing my toes. 

"Yes... well..." she licked her full, red lips, her own nipples growing hard. "Well," she cleared her throat. "Perhaps, yes, you know that does sound kind of nice, in a lewd sort of way."

"Yes it does, doesn't it. Now take off those shorts and come to bed love. I want to taste you." 

Maryann giggled as she stepped out of her shorts and shimmied over to our newly larger bed. Before, it had been two smaller ones on opposite sides of the hut but we had tied them together after our little... conversation a few weeks ago. 

About two weeks ago Lovey and I had decided we'd finally had enough of the teasing little bitch and so had set up a little... training session for her. That evening as she was taking off her t-shirt I grabbed her hands when they were stretched over her head tangled in her t-shirt. As she opened her mouth in shock (or outrage, who the fuck cared) I shoved a wad of cloth in it and pushed her facedown onto the table. So far she was too startled to do much of anything but stare at me with huge round eyes.

Grabbing one of the ropes I had ready, I quickly wrapped it a couple of times around her pinned wrists, then took a couple of wraps between her wrists and tied it off. The Skipper had put a hook on the bottom edge of the table for me while Maryann was out working in the garden that morning, so it was easy to quickly attach the rope to the hook, leaving her stretched out, her cute little butt in the air, legs feebly kicking in the air.

Pulling out a strip of cloth I tied it over the gag so she couldn't spit it out, then went behind her. Her frightened eyes followed me as far as they could before she had to turn her head, though, given her position, she couldn't see over her shoulder very well. She was kicking and bucking now, but the table was quite heavy and nothing she did could do more than make it rock a bit. 




Gilligan's Island Or How We Stopped



Stooping down behind her I grabbed her shorts at the waist and yanked them down off her hips, my nails leaving red marks on her butt, then pulled them down her legs and off, taking her shoes with them. Still crouched behind her, dodging her flailing legs, I grabbed her left ankle and quickly lashed it to the table leg. Shifting over I grabbed the other and tied it to the other table leg. 

Maryann was now completely helpless, laying face down on the table, her naked butt in the air, legs spread. Going to the front I bent down so that I could look her in the eye.

"Okay bitch, you've been waving your ass and tits at everyone on the island, cock-teasing the guys and cunt-teasing Lovey and me. Well now it's time you learned there're consequences for little teases." Maryann shook her head franticly but I just gave her a big smile. 

Getting up I slowly shed my clothes as I strolled over to my bed and pulled the splendid little whip Lovey had given me out from under the mattress. It was made of leather, but the nine, foot long thongs sprouting from the top were covered with soft red velvet, the handle was braded leather over a solid core with a silver knob at the end. I stepped back in front of her and shook out the whip so she could see it, her eyes got very large and round as she shook her head repeatedly and croaked something into the gag, I think it was no. I giggled.

Taking station behind her I lightly flicked the whip across her round, muscular rump, she shivered at the touch. I did this several times, pausing a couple of seconds each time. After the third time I brought the thongs smartly across her ass. This time she didn't shiver, she jumped, well, jumped as much as she could tied down as she was. I gave her four more medium strokes for a total of five. Her butt was crisscrossed with red lines but no welts. I'd decided beforehand that I wouldn't whip her hard enough to leave welts, this time anyway. After all, this was only a training session for the little bitch tease. 

Not like that fat little producer, he'd made me whip him hard, leaving large welts, sometimes even breaking the skin. Then I'd fuck him in the ass with a strap-on; funny, he never got a hard-on, and the fat little bastard still never got me more than bit parts in his movies either, in fact none of the producers and directors I fucked ever gave me more than bit parts. Shit, maybe the critics were right after all, perhaps the T & A parts I could get was the high point of my 'acting' career. If so, what did that make me? A dominatrix, a whore , fucking anyone I could to get those few bit parts. Fuck, maybe Gilligan had done me a favor with this shipwreck. I sighed, back to work, or rather pleasure, this is fun.

"Well you fucking bitch, how is it so far? Do you like it? Does it make you hot?" I ran my free hand over her hairy pussy, it was sopping. My God, she did like it! Giving her one more flick I shoved the knob of the whip up her pussy, it slid in easily. Just as I though, the bitch was no virgin, even if she acted like one.

"Okay you midwestern slut, how does this feel? You like having this up your cunt, eh?" I said as I slid the whip handle in and out of her slopping cunt. She was still crying, but now her butt was moving, trying to keep the handle in her pussy as I pushed it in and out. 

"Not so high and mighty now, are you bitch?" I said as I jerked out the handle with an audible pop then gave her a couple of strokes across the butt where the marks wouldn't show.

I leaned over in front of her, moved her hair out of the way and licked an ear, all the way around it, then stuck my tongue into it. She shook her head and I taped the top of it with the metal knob, it wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it stopped her from moving. Then I licked the other. 

Going behind I squatted down and buried my face in her cunt, licking it from top to bottom, not leaving out her clit. After a minute or two of this she started to shake, and sure as hell it wasn't because she was afraid. No, the little bitch was having a orgasm, a big one judging from the way she was shaking and squirming her ass, plus the muted squeals. I quickly stood and started whipping her ass as her orgasm took her. She was shaking, crying, and trying to push her ass up to take the whip. Finally as she came down I stopped, the sweat almost dripping from my arm pits. Squatting in front of her I looked her in the eyes.

"This is what happens to cock and cunt-teases. If you do it again this will happen again, only harder. And Lovey will help. Do you understand?" She nodded her head. I untied the gag and took the wet wad of cloth from her mouth. "Now, what do you say?"

"Please Ginger..." 

I taped her on the head again. "Mistress, bitch, you will call me Mistress." 

"Yes Mis... Mistress, I, I'll be good from now on." She stammered as I put the handle of the whip under her chin and lifted her head.

"I'm sure you will bitch." I said, then slid the knob, still wet with her juices into her mouth and pumped it in and out a bit. "Just remember cunt, backslide and your backside will get it again. Understand?" She nodded.

"Yes, Mistress."

I untied her feet then detached her bound hands from the hook under the table, not yet untying them. I lead her to my bed and sat down on it, motioning her to kneel in front of me. I spread my legs, my pussy gapping open. "Okay bitch, now lick. And don't forget the asshole." She was actually rather good. I suspect this wasn't her first time.

* * *

"Thurston?"

"Yes, Lovey? Anything the matter?" I said lifting my head from between her legs, my tongue living a trail of saliva and her wonderful nectar from her slit to her knee.

"Well, no, not with what you're doing at any rate. But I was wondering just what you make of the proposal the Professor made tonight." 

I leaned forward a bit, resting one hand on her knee, keeping the other covering her delectable quim, thumb firmly on her clit, rubbing it gently. "I'm not sure just what to make of it my dear. On the face of it, it seems quite logical. I know that neither of us has much in way of presentable clothing left after the rough and tumble of the island. And frankly such dress would indeed be very much more comfortable in this climate."

"So you don't think he has some sort of personal agenda?"

"Well, I wouldn't rule out such an idea of course, there is something somewhat shifty about the Professor. But if he does I can only think it is to get all of you in a state of nudity so he can more easily get that wonderful prick of his into all you lovely women, something I heartily approve. As you well know."

"Yes, and frankly my dear it is something of which I also approve. You know how much I love showing off my body; and while I'm most certainly not tired of your lovely dick and tongue I wouldn't mind a change. However, I thought perhaps our... clothing should be silk, in keeping with our status you understand. Yours could come from that lovely yellow shirt that was so horribly water stained, and mine could come from that beautiful flower print dress, the one with the bad zipper." She said thoughtfully, "and it will save some of our clothes for our rescue." 

"That sounds wonderful my dear, as usual you are at the forefront of fashion and taste." I said. "However, about that rescue my love," I continued, clearing my throat. "I didn't tell you at the time because I didn't want to worry you, but I received a telegram from Bill Cunningham as we were getting ready to leave the hotel for the boat." She looked at me with a puzzled expression. "You know, the FTC lawyer we bribed?"

"Oh, yes, I remember now. What did the corrupt little weasel have to say?"

"Nothing good my love. It seems they had uncovered our stock dealings and the... creative bookkeeping with the pension fund. Plus the FBI has traced the money we... acquired, to that bank in Antigua. I'm afraid the only funds we have are the paltry hundred and fifty thousand we brought with us. And," I paused clearing my throat, "it seems arrest warrants have been issued for us. I'm afraid that it would be... most awkward if we left this island, at least not until things quiet down."

"And how long do you think that might be dear?" She asked a little breathlessly, her hips moving around and around as my thumb continued to caress her clit.

"Well, I believe the statute of limitations for the... umm, difficulties we have encountered is about ten years my love."

"I see, well, it could be much worse dear. This island is quite charming, in its own way; and I believe our companions are going to prove quite useful in all sorts of ways."

"That sounds wonderful my dear, as usual you are right on top of everything, always seeing the platinum lining." I said as I moved back to her fragrant quim, my tongue plunging deep into her slit as her hips rose to meet my attack.

* * *

"Well little buddy, what'd you think." I asked as I pulled Gilligan down onto my knee. I was sitting on the edge of our bunk, having already gotten undressed. Thank God we got rid of those damned hammocks after we removed our double sized bunk from the Minnow and installed in our new hut. Gilligan had already kicked off his shoes, taken off his pants, and was pulling his jumper over his head when I grabbed of him.

"Think about what Skipper?" He asked after he dropped his jumper on the new plank floor and kissed me, reaching down between us and slipped his small, soft hand around my hardening cock.

"Why about what the Professor said after dinner of course."

"Oh that, I don't know, its okay I guess. You know I like to run around without anything on. He slowly stroked my cock and licked my ear. "And now that you've lost some weight you'd look great in, in... what'd the Professor call it?"

"A loincloth little buddy, a loincloth." I grasped his long thin cock in my big, rough hand, while I kissed him, my tongue slipping into his mouth and finding his. My other hand slid down his back, a thick, callused finger parting his skinny ass cheeks as it wormed its way to his asshole and started rubbing it. 

Gilligan sighed and leaned into me, lifting up a bit to give my hand more room as I reached over to our new bamboo night table, dipped my fingers in the small bowl of coconut oil and then slowly pushed a finger past his tight sphincter, pausing to let him get used to it before I slipped in a second. All this time, as we were kissing tongue to tongue, my other hand was alternating between rubbing and twisting his nipples then diving back down to stroke his stiff cock. One of his hands was on my back, steadying himself as he wiggled on my fingers, the other had a death grip on my thick cock.

"Okay baby, get on the bed, ass in the air." I said. He jumped off my knee and got into his favorite position as I oiled my cock and worked more oil into his asshole. Holding my cock against his butthole I slowly pushed it past the relaxed sphincter and deep into him, holding it there for a moment as he got used to the hard, thick invasion. He groaned with pleasure as I slowly began pumping in and out, then, after a minute or so, I really started slamming into it, slapping his ass with one hand and holding on to his hip with the other. 

After about ten minutes of fucking Gilligan was moaning with pleasure when I felt my orgasm start to build. I slammed into him one last time as my balls tightened and I groaned, pushing against his ass as thick wads of cum spurted into his bowels from my shuddering cock. 

As my orgasm died down I rested my weight on his back, my breathing slowing as my deflating cock slipped out of his butt. Keeping Gilligan on his knees I grabbed the damp cloth and wiped the oil and cum off his ass. Rinsing the rag in a bowl of water, I washed my cock as well. 

Turning Gilligan around I had him sit on the edge of our bunk, then knelt between his legs. Leaning forward I kissed the tip of his thin cock, lightly flicked the tip with my tongue, causing him, and it, to jump. I could taste the sweetness of his precum on my tongue as I swirled it around the head, then gently took the tip full into my mouth. Sucking lightly, I slowly lowered my head. The thin shaft slid between my lips until I had taken it all down my throat, my nose buried in his thick pubic hair. I reversed direction, until just the head was again in my mouth. 

I could feel the combination of the slight sting of my teeth and the pressure of my tongue on the most sensitive part of his dick had him rapidly approaching the point of no return, as usual. Just as he was about to cum, however, I stopped the action of my tongue and squeezed the shaft to keep him from blowing his load too soon. Once I felt his butt muscles relax I began teasing and probing the tip and its hole with my tongue while I gently pumped his shaft with one hand and fondled his little nut sack with the other. After a couple of minutes of this action I again took his entire cock into my mouth and throat, bobbing my head up and down sucking hard all the while.

After a couple of minutes his hips began to buck. I pulled back so I had just the head in my mouth as he shot his load, spurt after spurt of his musky sweet cum hitting the back of my throat. When he shuttered to a stop I began milking his dick for the last little drop as a bit of cum dribbled down my chin. 

Later, as we cuddled, Gilligan asleep in my arms, I began thinking again about us and the island. From the very first I figured we'd be here for quite a while. But after thinking it over I began to wonder if we shouldn't just stay here. I knew we could build some sort of seaworthy raft, and I had a general idea of where we were and how the currents and winds were. But... why leave. I mean, I had everything I needed right here. And without the Minnow, Gilligan and I were on the beach and had no way to make a living. I'd had to cancel the insurance on the boat after the time Gilligan had run it aground and the premiums had gone up so high. I think the Professor wanted to stay as well for some reason, and the Howell's looked like they were settling in as well, leastwise they hadn't been bugging me about getting off the island. Ginger and Maryann didn't seem practically unhappy either, I thought sleepily as I drifted off.

2nd Month – Day 30

Today we had eggs, just one each but it was... incredible. And, it looked like we would be able to have one every couple of days. We had been able to capture about fifteen of the wild chickens so far and keep them in a pen and coop the Skipper, the girls, and I had built from loosely woven bamboo strips. So far we were getting about three to four eggs a day from them, and as we had no refrigeration they had to be used up within a couple of days as they were fertilized, and who wants a beak looking at him from his egg in the morning, especially with no coffee. 

Well, once we were done with that most agreeable breakfast and the dishes cleared I called everyone to order. Our resident fairies, the Skipper and Gilligan sat together. Hell, Gilligan was practically in the Skippers lap, and he had his hand between Gilligan's legs. Howell was feeling Lovey up under the table and Ginger had her hand on Maryann's butt. I sighed, just another day in paradise, except for the eggs of course.

Oookay then, time to start. 

"All right everyone," I said, standing up. "I know this idea of mine came at you somewhat suddenly, but I do believe we need to move on it as soon as possible." I caught the eye of each of them as my glaze swept the table. "I assume that everyone talked it over last night. Do any of you have anything to add before I take a vote?" 

Lovey raised a hand. "I think it's only fair we should be able to choose what type of cloth our new 'clothing' is to be made of. Thurston's and mine are to be made of silk, of course."

"Why, yes of course. That seems quite reasonable. Are there any other questions or comments?" I looked around the table, no one spoke up. "Very well then, all those in favor of the plan please signify by raising their right hand." 

Everyone raised their right hand, except Gilligan, of course, who raised his left. "Very well the plan is approved. Now besides Maryann and Ginger, who can sew?" Much to my surprise the Skipper raised his hand and, somewhat less of a surprise, Gilligan his. "Alright then, you four will do the sewing, Mrs. Howell will be the fashion coordinator." She dimpled at that. "And of course Mr. Howell and I will help in anyway we can." Everyone nodded. "So, I suggest we get started once the dishes are cleaned."



CHAPTER 3

All Things Come To He Who Waits

Sex can have a strong influence on the weak-minded Luke. So, take your hands off Lea's ass, she's your sister. 

Obi-Wan 

3rd Month – Day 6

Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen. Better in fact, as Mrs. Howell is wearing her muumuu tied at the shoulder, leaving the side open, giving a nice view of her tits and sometimes her pussy, every time she bends over; which she does constantly, for some reason. Maryann is wearing hers tucked under her arms, but it's cut so short so that if she bends over rather than squat, her fine little ass and hairy pussy are in full view. Ginger, for some reason, has decided to just tie hers around her waist, leaving her really, really nice tits exposed. Not only that, she's wearing it so short the material is all bunched up at the knot, high on her hip, while the other side barely comes down to mid thigh. If I didn't know better I would think the women are deliberately showing off their bodies. 

I was able to get Maryann to help me mark a route for a bamboo pipe-line to bring fresh water from the stream to the restroom and bathing hut we built. It was damned hot, slow work surveying the route plus driving in the stakes to get the right grade, so we were not even halfway finished when I called a halt for lunch. I steered her to a shady palm down by the stream, making sure the spot was well away from the huts. The perfect setup for seduction, I thought.

"My, it certainly is warm today. I'm very hot and sticky" Maryann said, pulling at the top of her muumuu, loosening the already sagging garment. 

"Well, my dear, the stream is right here and we have lots of time to finish this project. Why don't you cool off in that pool over there? I'm sure it will refresh you."

"Oh, Professor, I couldn't." She said, looking down and dragging a toe in the dirt. "Not with you standing there, watching."

"Tosh, my dear, I'll just sit on this rock with my back turned while you bathe. Come, it will do you a world of good." My dick started to harden at the thought of this luscious little piece naked and at my mercy, or rather lack of mercy. As soon as she was naked and in the water I will strip off my loincloth and join her. After that it should be no problem at to bend her over a rock and fuck her senseless.

* * *

It was so transparent what The Professor was up to it was hard not to laugh. Sometimes I think he thinks we're all idiots. He must really be desperate for a piece of ass to be this... obvious. Come to think of it, yesterday, after Mr. Howell had fucked me doggy style while Ginger spanked him and then as we were both licking his limp dick, he confided to us that The Professor was jacking-off every night now. Well, at least every night Howell spied on him, so he must be getting frantic. Now, it looks like The Professor has finally screwed his lust to the sticking point and is going to shove his big dick in me; yummy. The front flap of his loincloth didn't even come close to hiding his hard-on, and damn that big thing looked good. Okay, here goes.

"Well, if you promise not to look, I guess it would be alright. Anyway it is so very hot and that water does look sooo cool." I hoped I wasn't overdoing it. The man may be an arrogant asshole, but he wasn't a total moron. However, from the look on his face his dick was doing all his thinking right now. 




Gilligan's Island Sex/Drug Episode



Gilligan is peeking into Mary Ann and Ginger's Hut through a hole he had made earlier in the day.

He sees the girls getting ready for bed, They are taking their clothes off and looking in the mirror comparing breasts sizes and color of bush and they hear someone out side,

They scream and cover the naked bodies that they were just admiring a few short seconds ago, Then Ginger gets a glimpse of Gilligan and tells Mary Ann and together they quickly come up with an idea.

Ginger lays down on her back and pulls Mary Ann down on top of her, They start kissing each other on the mouth as their naked bodies rub together.

They can hear Gilligan just outside the hut beating his meat, They start to giggle but quickly regain their composure, Then Mary Ann turns around placing her face right over Ginger's red bush... As she dives into her pussy Ginger lets out a loud moan and pushes herself up into Mary Ann's mouth, Ginger grabs Mary Ann's legs and pulls them apart as She jets up into Mary Ann's pussy, Just as Mary Ann lets out a soft squeal Gilligan come crashing through the wall of the hut with his pants around his ankle's and his Hard cock in his hand shooting cum like a fountain all over his clean red shirt.

At that point Gilligan was laying on his back looking up at the girls and they teased him about not being able to contain himself as they giggled He ran out the Hut's doorway.

The Next day; Gilligan had gotten up early and headed for the lagoon and sat down on a large rock once there, Thinking about what had happened the night before... He was in hopes that the Girls wouldn't say anything to the others. However he was getting a hard on thinking about the girls going at each other.

That is when He looked up and saw this big black thing floating in the lagoon. It was a Large package (about the size of a 25 inch color TV) wrapped in black plastic.

A closer look meant going for a bit of a swim, So he took off his hat and dived into the water, He swam out to the package and pushed it back up to the land, Pulled it from the water and placed it on the big rock he had been sitting on.

As he felt through the plastic, (He thought to himself that this was odd, It felt like a bale of hay) He then started opening it and soon found a familiar smell was in his nose, This was no bale of hay this was a kilo of Marijuana.

Two point two pounds of some of the best looking weed he had ever seen. He quickly hid his findings and started scanning the water for any more. Alas after a very long search of the entire area he found no more.

He took his findings to an open patch of land far away from the others but near the fresh water supply, It didn't take long before he had started a plantation complete with a hut for drying and a hut for smoking.

He had so much weed it wasn't funny, He used every bit of it as well, Making rope from the hemp quickly learned how to make a bong from bamboo stalks and killer smoking bowls from the coconuts and coconut seeds.

Gilligan had taken some of his new found smoke to Mary Ann and asked her to try it, She had never smoked anything before and was unsure about all this, However He was able to talk her into just two puffs and told her how she needed to hold the smoke in as long as she could hold her breath and she agreed to try it, For she came out of the Midwest to try new things.

She was amazed at how good it made her feel and before long she was laughing and giggling at everything, Who could stop after just two puffs she thought to herself and said, "OH NO I am a drug person now" Gilligan said relax you can't get hooked on this stuff. With that they laughed real hard and took another puff...

Just then she started to feel the buzz coming on even more and she got a little loose with her words and feeling a bit horny asked him if he enjoyed the show that Ginger and her had put on for him?

Gilligan said yes I always did like your firm titties and that was not the first or last time that he had spied on them. She said do you want to touch them? I need to have my nipples pinched right now, I am getting so horny that I need a cock inside me. As she told him that she was rubbing her pussy through her short shorts she had on and reaching inside her top with her other hand and started pinching her already hard nipple.

Gilligan said lets go to the beach and he grabbed her butt and pulled her up on his back giving her a ride all the way to the beach laughing and giggling all the way.

Once at the beach she pulled her top off showing him that she had no bra on and her hard nipples were standing erect begging to be played with, He wasted no time falling to his knees in front of her sucking them like a hungry teenage boy.

She started sliding her short shorts down showing off her cute little mound. Her pussy lips were puffy and wet and once she had her shorts around her ankles she stepped out of them and sat on the sand of the beach, Gilligan dove his face down into her love juices and she didn't hold back as his mouth reached her pussy she pushed it up into his face he in turned slid his hands under her holding her cute little ass with his hands eating her like he was holding a slice of watermelon till she came all over his face.

He then quickly undid his pants and ever so gently sliding his huge cock head just inside her wet and wanting pussy, He moved inch by inch till he had all of his eight inch cock deep inside her, It felt so good he didn't want to pull it out but as he started to pull out it felt even better so he started pumping her pussy as she was moaning.

The Moaning was driving him crazy and he pumped faster and faster till he shot his cum deep inside her screaming as he did, She could feel the cum filling her and started cumming again herself.

They were both so high that they fell fast asleep naked on the beach, Till the cool night air woke them and they got dressed and headed back to their own huts.

They were still stuck on that island but... They didn't care now for they had something new and fun to do, And were going to be exploring this aspect of the island more.

Stay tuned for the next "Gilligan's Island Lost Sex/Drug Episode" 



Gilligan's Island: Temptation



Three years they'd been on that island. Three long, sexless years, and Ginger Grant was done with fucking cucumbers and bananas for her sexual thrills. She had long since given up on the Professor. He'd seemed interested once, but those days were long gone. Now she was more likely to find him with his face stuck in a book, rather than between her widespread thighs.

She'd noticed Gilligan looking at her lately. It amused her, in a way. He had always been so scared of her and she had to admit it was funny to see him run away in panic whenever she approached. She enjoyed flirting with him and teasing him, but that had always been as far as it went. She also though he was more interested in Mary Ann, seeing as the two of them spent so much time together. She had wondered on occasion if the farm girl and the First Mate were fucking each other. But if they were, there was never any real evidence of it, and Mary Ann continued to play the paragon of virtue, even in those skimpy shorts she always wore.

Ginger sighed and lay back in the grass, about to embark on another lonely act of masturbation. Her dress was bunched up around her hips, her fingers sliding over her slick clit, when suddenly there was a rustling noise and the sun went into shadow. She opened her eyes and looked up.

Gilligan was standing there, watching her intently.

"Gilligan!" she cried, shocked. "Do you mind??"

"Do you mind?" he replied. "If I watch you?"

Ginger was astounded. "How rude!" she shouted. "Who do you think you are, Gilligan? You can't just walk around like this whole island belongs to you. What about respecting other people's privacy once in a while?"

"Gee, Ginger, I just thought this time it would be polite to ask, instead of watching from the bushes like I normally do," Gilligan responded.

"What?" Ginger was furious. "You've been watching me from the bushes? You disgusting, dirty little pig!"

"Hey, I have my needs too, Ginger. Anyway, that's a fine thing for you to say," Gilligan smirked. "I never saw anyone put a whole cucumber inside of them before. You must be pretty big down there. Plenty of visitors, huh, Ginge?"

"How dare you!" Ginger screeched. "Anyway, what would you know? I bet you don't even know what your cock is for!"

"I know what it's for, I just never got the chance to use it, what with you and Mary Ann being so frigid and all. All those times we've been out in the jungle and she won't even let me put my finger in her. I think that's a cheap trick, don't you? Seems you girls just want it all your own way."

Ginger's eyes narrowed. "I'll give you frigid, you upstart. I'll give you cheap trick. You want my pussy? Come and get it. I dare you."

Gilligan inspected the glistening folds of her pussy, which was displayed quite openly before him. His cock twitched in his pants and became harder than he'd ever known it. "Seriously?" he said, his eyes wide and hungry. "'cause if I take you up on that, there's no going back. I swear, Ginger, I'll show you what my cock is for."

Ginger laughed sarcastically. "That's fighting talk, Gilligan. Think you're man enough?"

Gilligan threw his hat aside and began removing his shirt. "Challenge accepted," he grinned. 

Ginger got to her feet and let her gown slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. Naked and exposed, she felt a tremor of excitement wash over her as Gilligan stared openly at her breasts. "Holy moly," he uttered. "Those are the most beautiful tits I've ever seen!"

Ginger licked her lips as Gilligan threw aside his red shirt and then his T-shirt and her eyes roved over his slender frame. He didn't look so skinny with his clothes off. He had dark hair on his forearms and some dark hair on his chest, though not much- just a little patch right there in the middle. He began unbuckling his belt and she went over to him and moved his hands away. She grabbed hold of his belt and pulled her to him, and then she kissed him, hard.

Gilligan had never before responded to any of her kisses. But this time things were different. His lips met hers hungrily, and soon their tongues were battling it out together, probing the depths of each other's mouths. Ginger rubbed his cock and balls through his denim pants, marveling at how big and hard he felt. It had been too long since she felt a solid rod of meat inside her pussy, and just the thought of being impaled on Gilligan's rock hard shaft brought the juices flowing out from between her legs.

Gilligan broke the kiss and began sucking on her tits like a starving man. Ginger groaned, holding the back of his head, grinding her boobs into his mouth. His tongue wriggled against her nipples inside his mouth. He made soft murmuring noises of appreciation. His hand crept down and delved between her thighs and his fingers worked gently against her clit, bringing her to her knees.

As Ginger lay back on the grass, Gilligan removed his pants and there was his rigid pole, standing proudly to attention for all the world to see. It swayed hypnotically in front of her like a King Cobra, mesmerising her. "Gilligan! Where have you been hiding that weapon, you gorgeous boy?" she declared.

"Not so shabby now, huh, Ginger? I bet if you'd known about this, you'd have fucked me a long time ago instead of always treating me like a kid."

"My, you are bold today! What happened to the boy who always runs a mile when he sees me coming?"

"I've had enough, Ginger. Turnabout is fair play. Now it's time to show you that the Skipper and the Professor aren't the only men around here."

Ginger smiled wryly. "I don't know if it's escaped your notice, but they hardly look at me or Mary Ann either. Can you blame me for humping bananas and cucumbers? I'm in the prime of my life and I get more attention from fruit and vegetables these days." All the while she was talking, she never took her eyes away from Gilligan's cock. Finally she could bear it no more, and she got to her knees and took his cock into her mouth.

Gilligan closed his eyes and groaned. He held Ginger's head in his hands as she fellated him expertly. Her tongue circled over the taut, shiny head and dipped into the small, salty hole at the tip. As she began to take him further into her mouth, he bucked his hips forward and drove his cock deep into the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She thought she heard him utter, "Oh yeah, suck my cock, you bitch." She trembled with anticipation. He gripped her head and drew his cock out again, slowly. He held a hank of her hair in one hand and rubbed the meaty head across her lips like a giant lipstick, leaving a trail of pre-cum. He began to masturbate himself, gazing down at her through eyes that were heavy with lust. "You want it, Ginger? Huh? Want this piece of meat inside you?"

"Yes," she whispered, "Oh, God, yes."

He held her head in both hands. One in her hair and the other under her chin. He pushed his cock into her mouth and she swallowed it deep into her throat. He felt his cockhead go past her tonsils. The back of her throat was warm, wet and tight. He fucked her mouth and he came quickly, shooting hot spunk into her throat while he shuddered and cried out, over and over again. Ginger gulped down the hot jizz, swallowing constantly, drool hanging off her chin and dropping onto her bouncing tits.

"Now it's your turn," Gilligan whispered, when he'd recovered. "I haven't eaten pussy since High school, and I can't wait to get my face up into your dirty fuck hole."

"Oh, Gilligan," Ginger smile, wiping strings of cum and drool from her mouth. "I don't know when you became such a bad boy, but I like it!" 

"Then lay down," Gilligan told her. "Because I got something else you're gonna like, too."

Ten minutes later, all thoughts of Rock Hudson and Gregory Peck were gone. The knowledge that Gilligan, the shy, frightened fawn who had once been so scared of her, was licking her pussy, was enough to make Ginger come at once. She looked down at his long fingers gripping her thighs, his dark head moving slowly between her legs. She revelled in the soft, wet sounds of his tongue sliding back and forth, up and down between her sensitive nether lips. She pushed her fingers through his hair and lifted her hips, rotating herself against his eager mouth. She moaned his name, over and over, and didn't once think of anyone else. 

"Gilligan...Gilligan, don't stop...don't stop...so goooood..."

Her heels dug into the grass, ripping it to pieces, sinking into the soft earth below. Gilligan shifted, pushed himself closer. He moved his right hand up to her left tit and began to pinch and rub her erect nipple. He probed at her moistened opening with his tongue flexed into a point. She squealed and moaned, realising that he was going to tongue fuck her. She reached under her own buttocks to spread her dripping pussy lips even further apart. Her fingers grazed his cheeks and felt the faintest hint of stubble on his chin. Gilligan wiggled the tip of his tongue into her hot, sopping hole. "Oh God, please," she cried. 

His tongue darted noisily in and out of her sopping wet slit, probing and lapping like a honey badger, eating his fill. Ginger groaned loudly and wriggled in his clutches but he was stronger than she'd expected and he wasn't done with her yet. After fucking her almost senseless with his tongue, Gilligan clamped his mouth onto Ginger's swollen clit and sucked hard, assaulting the tender nubbin until she could barely stand the torture. She was already hovering on the brink of orgasm and when Gilligan slid two fingers deep inside her she finally screamed out, lost in the most incredible orgasm she'd ever experienced in her life. Considering how many men she'd fucked, that was really saying something! Her head rolled side to side as she moaned and wailed. Her pussy juices poured out and ran down Gilligan's chin. He sucked and licked and probed her even as she orgasmed, bucking around on the grass in waves of the most exquisite pleasure. Gilligan leisurely ate his fill of Ginger Grant's hot, creamy pussy until the actress was no more than a gasping, trembling wreck, lying flat out on the grass like a filleted fish.

Gilligan scrambled to his knees. Ginger stared up at him through glassy eyes, her clit throbbing and pulsing like a signal flare, the remnants of her orgasm still fizzing through her limbs. His mouth glistened with her juices and his hair hung over his forehead, damp with perspiration. He took hold of his magnificent cock, which was already erect again. He looked down at her and gave her a very naughty smile. As he guided the sleek, shiny head of his rigid cock to her soaking, orgasm-ravaged pussy, he leaned down and engaged her in the hottest, deepest kiss of her life, and she tasted her own cum all over his greedy lips and tongue. "You're about to get a royal fucking, Ginger," he whispered. "No more bananas for you. From now on, it's the real thing."

"Ohhhhh! Fuck me, Gilligan," Ginger moaned. "Fuck me hard with your beautiful cock." She raked her nails over his back, finding his favourite spot and making him sigh and shudder. She teased him like that for a few moments and then she put her hands behind her knees and spread her legs wide. Gilligan grinned at her. 

"Eating you out was fun, Ginger, but I'm really looking forward to fucking you," he said in that boyish way of his. "I can see you're gonna like it, too."

Ginger gasped. It turned her on completely to hear Gilligan being so authoritative. 

"Fuck me, Gilligan," she begged. "Do me deep and hard!"

Gilligan took his solid tool and slowly pushed the first couple of inches into her, opening her up like a ripened fruit. She gasped out loud, the breath rushing from her lungs. Gilligan waited a moment, then he drove his slender hips forward and buried his entire eight inch rod inside her silky wet love tunnel until his balls were resting on her ass.

Ginger clung to him and cried out. He looked down into her face, intently watching every nuance of her expression. What he saw obviously pleased him, because he broke into a wide grin. 

"You're very sexy, Ginger, you know that? One of my favourite fantasies is of fucking both you and Mary Ann until you scream. Want me to make you scream, Ginger?"

"Oh, Godddd...." Ginger wailed, nodding.

Gilligan drew his cock out of her, then plunged it back in. Breath hissed out of Ginger's lungs as eight inches of solid man-meat rammed into her trembling snatch. He repeated the motion, grinning at her expression of ecstacy. "Maybe one day I'll bring you both out here and fuck you blind, one after the other," he giggled. "Get you back for all the times you thought you were better than me. All the times you led me on and then laughed in my face."

"Oh, Gilligan, you beautiful boy! Talk dirty to me," Ginger sighed.

"Slut," Gilligan said. "Whore. Spunk bag. Frigid bitch."

"Oh, oh, oh, Gilligaaaan!"

Gilligan fell into a steady rhythm, his hips rocking back and forth as he thrust forward, his balls slapping against her ass. After a while the only sound coming out of his mouth was a series of throaty grunts as he stroked into her, his stiff pole gliding smoothly in and out of her hungry, dripping slit. Soon he was slamming her faster and faster, ignoring her wails, impaling her on his cock, ravaging her without mercy. His balls slapped her over and over, splashing into her copious love juice. His iron-hard rod plundered her deepest recesses, taking her without mercy. He rose up on his hands and fucked Ginger faster and faster, deeper and harder, until Ginger began howling like an air-raid siren.

"You like this?" Gilligan gasped, fucking her into oblivion. "You like this, huh? You crazy whore. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll wish we'd never met!"

The young First Mate fucked the horny Hollywood actress in spectacular fashion. Ginger babbled dementedly as Gilligan's thick shaft pummelled her aching, battered twat. There was no let up from the onslaught until Gilligan suddenly roared out like a lion and shuddered to a climax, shooting jets of spunk deep into her velvet tunnel, coating her insides with more sticky ropes of man milk. There was so much of his cum it squelched out of her before they'd even done fucking. Ginger came again too, crying out into the trees as she clung onto Gilligan's skinny shoulders like a drowning woman clutching at a life raft.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Gilligan fell on top of her, breathing hard. His back was slick with sweat. His heart pounded against her tits. "Boy," he gasped, breathlessly. "That sure was some fuck, Ginger!"



Gilligan's Island: Temptation 02



Gilligan fucked Ginger solidly all afternoon, making up for lost time. His sex drive had been buried for many years, but now the only thing that was buried was his huge cock inside the movie star's pulsing twat. Ginger's pussy had a life of its own. It sucked and grabbed at his plunging cock, milking his throbbing balls of every last drop of cum while the actress lay face down on the grass, moaning piteously while Gilligan drove his thick shaft into her from behind.

Ginger could barely dress herself after four hours of non-stop fucking. She leaned against Gilligan for support as they made their way back to camp. "Oh, Gilligan," she sighed. "That was the best day of my life. I can't believe you had that gorgeous fucktool hidden away in your pants all this time."

"You never asked. And in the early days I would have rather fucked a palm tree than your filthy slit. I bet you went through Hollywood like a heat-seeking missile. I bet you rode three cocks every night, didn't you? Just to get in the movies. I bet you ate so much cock you forgot what real food tastes like."

"Gilligan! When did you learn to talk like that? You've always been so innocent!"

"I still am, Ginger. I'm still sweet, loveable Gilligan. But sex-crazed whores like you don't deserve to be treated nice." He pulled up her dress as they walked and stuck a finger deep into her ass, making her squeal. "See? You love it." He wriggled his finger past her sphincter and deep into her anus, grinning mischievously. Ginger stopped to lean her palms against the nearest tree and pushed back against his hand, moaning with pleasure. "You've got spunk all down your legs, by the way."

Ginger bit her lip as Gilligan's finger windmilled around inside her asshole. She spread her legs wide, displaying her battered pussy, still swollen from the almighty pounding Gilligan had given it. He came right up behind her, pushing her against the tree, his chin resting on her shoulder. With his left hand he delved into her ass, and with his right hand he delved into her pussy. Ginger squawked and bleated as he set to work building her up for another earth-shattering orgasm. 

Gilligan laughed at the slippery, squelching sounds emanating from her nether regions. Her two holes were being stretched to the limit by all ten of his digits as he played with her like a kid with a new toy. Pussy juice coated his fingers and dripped down her thighs. Ginger rotated her smooth, toned ass cheeks, yowling like a cat in heat while she clung to the tree. Bark stuck to her cheeks and twigs and leaves tangled in her hair. Gilligan unzipped his pants and soon his cock had joined in the fun, slipping in and out of her pussy while his fingers stretched her asshole and teased her bulging clit.

"You're gonna make us late for supper, Ginger," he said in a stern manner. "But I guess you don't care. Whores like you just need an endless supply of dick to keep you going, right?"

Ginger nodded, too far gone to speak intelligibly. Her mouth was open in a soft 'o' and all the sounds that came out of it were 'o' shaped.

Gilligan plundered her pussy for a while, enjoying the sensations it produced. "Oh, yeah," he grunted, his eyes closed and his hips thrusting quickly back and forth. "Oh yeah..." Then he pulled his cock out of her pussy with a sound like a finger squishing out of guava jelly and pushed his cockhead against her asshole. "Want it in here, Ginger?"

Ginger moaned and nodded again.

"I'd like to be the first guy to ream your poop hole, but I bet you've had more butt sex than I've had coconut crème pies," Gilligan said as his cock began to disappear up her ass. "Am I right?"

Another nod came from the actress, who could barely speak as eight solid inches of muscle plowed their way deep into her bowels and began fucking.

Meanwhile, Mary Ann was out looking for Gilligan, wondering why he wasn't back at camp yet. Usually he was there at the first sign of food preparation, getting in her way and bumping into her. She smiled to herself. She was very fond of Gilligan, because he was so kind and well meaning, but golly, he was so clumsy! One time, he'd bumped into her from behind, and she had never forgotten the feel of what seemed to be something very hard and solid in his pocket. He had held it there against her ass for only a couple of seconds, but it had been enough for her pussy to moisten incredibly, and after supper she had gone off by herself and fingered her clit until the cum ran down her arm, all the while thinking of Gilligan pressing up against her. 

She had never told him, of course. She was a good girl, a fresh-faced, nineteen year old farmer's daughter from the Midwest. She didn't do that kind of thing. Putting your finger down there was something the girls on the other side of the tracks did, the girls who did things with boys and their fathers for money. When she and Gilligan went out in the jungle on explorations and adventures, she always made sure that they didn't get too physically close. Sometimes Gilligan's hand brushed her hip or thigh, and he often offered to give her a leg up onto a rocky ledge or carry her across a stream, and once his finger had almost gone inside her hotpants, but he'd pulled it out quickly when she rebuked him sternly. 

But sometimes when she looked at Gilligan, especially when he went swimming or walked around the hut barefoot in just his pants and T-Shirt (and of course, his hat) she felt a wetness and a pulsing down there that she couldn't control. The only thing that would alleviate the throbbing and the fiery itch was to ravage herself with her hand until she moaned and wept with relief.

Mary Ann rounded a corner onto a new path and stopped suddenly. Was there a monkey being killed somewhere ahead of her? It certainly sounded like an animal in pain! She froze, not knowing where to run. The sound was so loud, it seemed to be all around her.

Mary Ann eased further into the trees and kept walking, looking out for wild animals. When she finally discovered the source of all the noise she stopped dead, freezing in her tracks. There, just off the path and about fifty yards away, were Gilligan and Ginger. 

Ginger was braced against a tree, facing forward with her dress bunched around her waist and her breasts swinging like a cow's udders, her hips thrust out behind her. Clinging onto those hips for dear life and pumping back and forth like a madman was Gilligan, with his pants down around his ankles and his head thrown back, his cute face twisted into an expression of sheer ecstacy. 

Oh, my! Thought Mary Ann, crouching quickly behind a bush. Oh, my!

Gilligan's cock pistoned in and out of Ginger's ass so fast it was a blur. Her sphincter sucked and slurped around his meaty shaft, and below it, her pussy gaped and twitched enviously. He wished he had something to shove in there, too. It would be fun to fuck her with a banana and then eat it out of her hot, wet snatch. He decided to try it sometime. Instead, he used his fingers to delve in underneath his balls and finger her twat ruthlessly until finally she screamed out loud and started cumming and cumming, her head banging against the tree as her pussy juice squirted out and drenched his sleeve. Her orgasm made her butt clench around Gilligan's cock and soon he was cumming too. His aching balls sent streams of thick jizz along his shaft and deep into Ginger's bowels, filling her up with his hot seed. 

When their latest session was over, Gilligan pulled his pants up, straightened his hat, and helped Ginger to her feet, where she wobbled precariously like a drunk. Gilligan's hot cum bubbled out of her stretched ass and began running down her legs. Her expression was soft and dreamy, a sated smile weaving its way over her lips. Gilligan tucked her tits back inside her dress and gave her ass cheek a playful slap. "What a good little slut you are," he grinned. "I think I'm gonna keep you."

As they headed back down the path, Gilligan passed within inches of Mary Ann, who was hiding in the bushes with her fingers wedged firmly down her shorts. She had cum so hard she almost passed out, and as she waited for the coast to clear, she knew just one thing. She was going to steal Gilligan and his amazing love torpedo away from Ginger if it was the last thing she did.



Gilligan's Island: Temptation 03



Thank you very much for reading this story and supporting a new writer to Literotica! I'm beefing up this story now. The first chapter was written quickly to amuse myself but now that I'm publishing I want to make it enjoyable for everyone. Eventually all characters will join in the fun as the chapters progress. 

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Mary Ann bustled around the campsite fixing dinner and getting the table ready while all the other castaways did nothing. At least, that's how it seemed. She cooked, she cleaned, she washed clothes, she even repaired the Skipper's pants that he busted every time he sat down. She was happy to do chores- on the farm she'd rise daily at 5am and sometimes she wouldn't finish until dark. But when there were six perfectly healthy people just mooching around complaining that their dinner was late, she sometimes had naughty thoughts about sticking the soup ladle 'where the sun don't shine'. Six times.

As she put the finishing touches to the mixed salad, Mary Ann couldn't get thoughts of Ginger and Gilligan out of her mind. The look on Gilligan's face as he did that...thing...to Ginger, and the incredible noises Ginger was making. Was that the first time they'd done it? And why did he choose Ginger? 

The answer was obvious. Gilligan was horny and Ginger was easy. 

Mary Ann blushed at the thought of Gilligan being horny, but it certainly explained a few things. Why he was so keen to get her out in the jungle by herself. Why he kept lifting her over rocks and streams so that his hands went on her behind. Why he kept bumping into her with that hard thing in his pocket. Which she now knew was the biggest prong she'd ever seen, apart from the ones on the bulls and stallions back home.

Shy, sweet Gilligan. Of all people!

Mary Ann would never be 'easy', but the sight of Ginger with Gilligan's loveprobe buried deep between her cheeks set her mind and pussy aflame with longing. She also knew that Gilligan had a low boredom threshold and he would soon get tired of Ginger's constant willingness. He needed an alternative.

And Mary Ann was going to be that alternative. 

Smiling to herself, Mary Ann began carrying dishes out to the table where they all sat making yummy noises. She gave an especially big smile to Gilligan, and decided she was going to tempt him with a treat. A special treat. She fervently hoped she was up to the task. It was something she had never tried before, something that the girls across the tracks might do, and she blushed just thinking about it. 

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Dinner on the island was always a noisy affair. As well as the scraping of forks and the clatter of coconut-shell cups there was Mr. Howell shouting about money and the Skipper shouting about the Navy and the Professor trying to ram scientific facts and figures down everyone's throats every night. Gilligan always finished eating before everyone else because he was so greedy. He sighed and propped his chin in his hand, listening to the droning going on around him and daydreaming about Mary Ann's sexy little tan legs spread wide, her virginal pussy just waiting for a big cock to bust through her cherry.

Gilligan couldn't believe how quickly things had happened with Ginger. He'd only had two or three sexual encounters in his whole life, and one of them had been a prostitute who sucked him off and then stole his wallet. But all those years of pent up frustration had finally taken its toll and had turned him into a man who wasn't prepared to wait any more. He was glad that Ginger was such a horny cumslut. She really didn't care what he called her, or how he treated her, as long as he gave it to her good. The feeling of being in control was very empowering, and he wanted to thank Ginger for it, only it would have ruined their game, and so he decided he'd just fuck her butthole extra hard next time as a way to show his gratitude. 

Mary Ann was sitting opposite him, cutting her fish into neat little morsels. Every now and again she'd glance up and blush when their eyes met. The fifth time it happened, he winked. She went deep red and lowered her gaze to her plate and didn't look up again for ages, but he could see a smile playing on her pretty pink lips.

His thoughts, as always, drifted to her tight little virgin snatch encased in those itsy bitsy shorts. Mary Ann had become his best friend on the island after the Skipper, and he'd felt sure she would let him screw her when they first became shipwrecked. But it turned out she was proud of her virginity and wanted to keep it. Still, it didn't stop her tempting him by bending over while she did the laundry, or getting him to give her a leg up onto a rocky ledge to pick fruit. He decided she was repressed, like he had been for so many years, and that once she experienced a hot cock pounding into her tight hole she wouldn't look back. 

If there was one thing guaranteed to give him a raging stiffy, it was thinking about reaming Mary Ann from behind while she squealed that it was a sin and then orgasmed like a whore. And he was getting a woody on right now.

"So I said to Ensign Wokowlski, if you don't shift your bony ass into first gear, I'll damn well do it for you!" the Skipper said, banging his fist down on the table and laughing.

"Who doesn't have change for a thousand dollar bill?" shouted Mr. Howell as he recounted a tale about a hapless shoeshine boy. "It's just petty cash!"

"The deepest part of the ocean is 35,813 feet deep and occurs in the Mariana Trench in the Pacific Ocean," the Professor blathered. " I'm sure Gilligan could tell us how deep that is in fathoms!" he added with a chuckle.

Not as deep as Ginger's Trench, thought Gilligan, while he nodded and smiled benignly at everyone. 

Midway through a delightful daydream about inserting a pineapple into Ginger's snatch, Gilligan felt something tickle against his lower leg. He squawked and his hand shot out and knocked the Skipper's drink over.

"Gilligan! Watch what you're doing, you nitwit!" the Skipper yelled. 

"Sorry, Skipper, there was a bug on my leg!" Gilligan blustered. He tried mopping up the mess but he pushed the liquid off the table and into the Skipper's lap.

"You idiot! Now look what you've done!" Skipper smacked Gilligan's hand away and stood up revealing a large wet patch all over his crotch. "Now I'll have to change my pants!" He stomped off, muttering, while Ginger giggled and Mrs. Howell went "tut-tut".

"The first electronic digital computer was developed in 1946 and contained over 18,000 vacuum tubes," said the Professor, oblivious to what had just happened.

"Just like Gilligan's head," said Mr. Howell.

"Mr. Howell! That's not very nice!" said Mary Ann, defending Gilligan, as usual.

"Well, it's true! The boy is a bumbling idiot!"

"He most certainly is not!"

"It's okay, Mary Ann," said Gilligan. "I'm used to it."

"Well, I don't think it's very nice."

"Mary Ann, it's okay. Really." Gilligan smiled at her, and she smiled back, her cheeks going pink. 

It bothered Gilligan that the others would never stop treating him like a birdbrain, but he was grateful for Mary Ann's friendship. She always stood up for him when the others were against him. They were so smug, always convinced everything was his fault, even when it wasn't. But they weren't as great as they thought they were, and besides, did any of them have their own personal fuck slave, like he did? 

Next to him, Ginger squealed and babbled every time anyone said anything, even when it wasn't worthy of a comment. This was because Gilligan, in his boredom, had slipped his hand in under her dress and was now idly tormenting both of her moistened holes while he continued to gaze out into the distance with his chin in his hand.

"Ginger, dear, are you all right?" asked a concerned Mrs. Howell.

"Ooooh! Eek! Yes, Mrs. Howell, I'm, eeeek, perfectly fine, thank y-ooooh!" Ginger giggled, trying to move her ass around on Gilligan's hand without being noticed.

Meanwhile, the tickling sensation on Gilligan's leg had reappeared. This time he realised it wasn't a bug, after all. 

It was a toe. 

He glanced down to see a small, tan foot disappear up his pants leg. He stared in complete disbelief at Mary Ann. She kept her head down and carried on eating, ignoring him completely. Gilligan was surprised and delighted at this new development. The eternal virgin Mary Ann playing footsie with him under the table was the very last thing he'd ever expected. The feel of her toes tickling his leg hairs made his cock swell and harden until he had to spread his thighs apart to get comfortable.

Ginger sidled closer to Gilligan until their arms were pressed together. He buried his fingers even deeper inside her. Her love tunnel was saturated with juices and her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around the two fingers he had inserted. Meanwhile his thumb was deep inside her ass. He was holding her like a bowling ball and he thought how funny it would be to launch her down the alley and into the pins for a strike.

Mary Ann's foot crept up Gilligan's leg to his thigh. He glanced down at her slim, dainty toes and perfectly pedicured toenails. Her small foot was perfect in every way. Her arches were high and her ankles were supple and slender. He liked the contrast of tan skin and smooth, pink sole. He wondered, not for the first time, whether she was tan all over. He sometimes had dreams about her in which she was naked and carefree, cavorting around on the beach like a little water nymph with her long chocolate brown hair hanging loose on her shoulders and a garland of seaweed around her head. Her firm, round breasts would be tipped with chocolate nipples the size of dollar bits and her pubic area would be as soft as velvet. He would catch her by the arm as she skipped by. She would squeal in surprise as he spun her around, and he'd ignore her squeals and hoist her onto his rigid pole, sheathing his monster cock inside her delicate lovenest and putting an abrupt end to her innocence and virginity. At first she would be shocked and bewildered, her eyes wide and questioning, but then she would start bouncing up and down, laughing girlishly while he thrust up hard and deep inside her, full of the joys of life, happy to be joined with him at last. Sometimes when he awoke from these dreams he found he had exploded in a giant mess inside of his pants.

Just like he was about to do now.

Mary Ann's toes were now pressing gently between Gilligan's legs. She tickled and groped the flesh of his inner thighs while above the table she carried on eating her dinner and laughing at the Howells' and the Professor's chatter as though everything was completely normal. Meanwhile, for Ginger, everything was definitely not normal. Gilligan worked on her clit, rubbing it in small circular motions, sometimes grazing directly over it, revelling in the way she wriggled and twitched, knowing how much she wanted to let go and start screaming. He flicked the little wet pearl with his fingernail. Ginger bit down on her fork and murmured softly. Her bulbous breasts strained at her evening gown, her giant, hardened nipples poking through the fabric. He wished he could chow down on her glorious tits while he made her cum like a bitch.

A few more flicks, some more circular rubbing, and Ginger finally started cumming. He felt her entire body shudder on his hand. She leaned forward and lifted her buttocks up and her internal muscles clenched around Gilligan's pumping fingers. Her engorged pussy lips pulsated and twitched and opened up, coating his wrist with rivers of cum. Right at that moment the Professor asked her a question, something stupid about atoms and molecules, which she had no idea about, and she shook her head and made a noise like a mouse caught in a trap while orgasmic tremors coursed through her. 

At the same time Ginger was cumming, Mary Ann's foot pressed into Gilligan's ball sack and her toes squeezed his nads. He gasped, muffling the sound with his hand. His fingers flexed inside Ginger's twat and she kept cumming and cumming, gyrating like a pro belly dancer from the waist down while everything above the table appeared relatively normal, although you'd have to be blind not to notice those enormous tit bullets poking through her dress. 

Mary Ann laughed musically at the Professor's boring science 'facts' while her big toe played gently over Gilligan's nuts, relishing their firm but spongy texture through the material of his pants. Gilligan bit the inside of his lips, both of them. He started seeing spots in front of his eyes. Mary Ann began stroking his huge erection up and down, up and down, pushing her foot against the throbbing bulge and gently kneading his balls. He pushed forward, she pushed back, and then she began to jack him off with those glorious little brown toes that were tipped with perfect little white nails. 

Ginger tried to ease herself off Gilligan's hand but he held her firmly in place. He was going to need something to hold onto when he started cumming. His thumb stayed buried in her sticky ass, his fingers inside her cavernous fuck hole. Mary Ann's toes were gliding up and down his solid shaft and pretty soon there was going to be one heck of a mess inside his pants.

Gilligan couldn't believe what was happening. The two girls who had treated him like their loveable dopey brother for so long were now competing for his sexual attentions in the most spectacular way. He wondered why Mary Ann was suddenly coming on to him- the coy little virgin had always kept him at arm's length. The only thing he could think of was that she knew he'd started banging Ginger. It was probably written all over Ginger's face that she had spent the whole afternoon fucking like a bitch in heat. Her eyes were vacant at the best of times, but now the actress looked like a total idiot, sitting there impaled on his hand like some grotesque ventriloquist's dummy with her makeup slithering off her face. Yes, that was probably it- girls could sense that sort of thing.

Mary Ann's technique was not bad for a girl who thought a cock was just a male bird and sex before marriage was a sin. She used the sole of her foot to caress his loveprod, pumping up and down, then she rubbed her big toe firmly over its large, bulbous head before pumping it again between two toes. It wasn't long before Gilligan felt his balls getting ready to unload, and to help bring himself off he went back to his water nymph fantasy and imagined her smooth, silky cheeks bulging outwards in her little face as he pushed his raging tumescence into her mouth and whacked off down her throat.

Uuuuunnnghhhh.....

Gilligan's dick shot a hot wad of cum into the crotch of his jeans, and then another, and another, pumping it out like a squirt gun. His hips jerked and the bench he and Ginger were sitting on rocked backwards. Mary Ann gave him one last squeeze with her pretty little toes. He launched backwards, the bench tipped over, and both he and Ginger landed flat on their backs in the sand with a loud thud.

The Howells and the Professor stood up and peered over the table in astonishment to where they were both sprawled out. Gilligan was thankful that Ginger's gown was long enough to cover her hips and pussy. His fingers were somehow still inside it and he thought it lucky he hadn't busted his wrist! To all intents and purposes, it just looked as if Ginger had fallen on top of him. Which was good, because no-one could see the large wet patch forming on his now-softening crotch, either.

"What on earth?" cried Mr. Howell.

"A bug bit me!" Gilligan babbled. "A bug, a bug!"

"Gilligan, you idiot!" said Ginger, acting like she normally did.

"Sorry, Ginger," he said meekly, giving her an extra firm jab up the ass with his thumb just to let her know she wouldn't be getting away with it.

Mary Ann's sweet, innocent face peered over the table at last, smiling down at Gilligan like an angel. "That must have been quite a bug," she giggled, as perfectly innocent as the day she'd been born.

"Oh, it was, Mary Ann," Gilligan nodded. "It was. But don't worry. Next time I see that bug, it'll get what's cumming to it, I'll make sure of that!"



Gilligan's Island: Temptation 04



The day after Mary Ann jacked Gilligan off with her foot, she went right back to being a pissy little virgin. When Gilligan found her in the Supply Hut bending over to pick up a box of mangoes, he decided to fondle her cute little ass in those sexy little shorts, thinking she would love it. But he was wrong. The minute his hand touched the top of her smooth, satiny thigh, she stood up and fixed him with a haughty stare. 

"Gilligan! You can't just grab me whenever you want!"

"What about last night?" he asked, wide eyed. "You made me cum so hard I shot ten gallons of spunk inside my pants!"

"That's different. Last night was a treat. Any more treats have to be earned. And please, mind your language."

Fuck that, thought Gilligan, and reached for her again. She slapped his hand firmly.

"No, Gilligan. Now please, I have chores to do."

"Why can't we fool around?" he whined. "I've been waiting years for you to do something like that to me, and you wanna pretend it never happened?"

"I wasn't saying that at all. Why don't you ever listen? Always twisting things round to suit yourself. I said 'any further treats have to be earned'."

Gilligan was busy ogling her pert breasts that were almost falling out of the tiny, sleeveless top she wore. All the buttons were open and she had tied the ends under her bra-less tits and her smooth, tan curves and inviting cleavage were making his mouth water. 

"Are you even listening to me, Gilligan?" she demanded. 

"Uh, yeah," he uttered. "Tits have to be earned. I mean, treats."

"That's right. Earned." Mary Ann put her hand under Gilligan's chin and made him look up at her face. "I know you like me, Gilligan, and I like you too. But I'm not like Ginger. Yes, I saw you ravishing her in the jungle yesterday. I was coming to find you for dinner when I heard her squealing like a stuck pig, making enough noise to wake the dead." Mary Ann allowed this information to sink in. She thought he might look embarrassed or ashamed, but he didn't. "Anyway, what I'm saying is, just because Ginger lets men stick their thing inside her whenever they want, it doesn't mean I'm going to. You have to be nice to me first."

"I am nice to you!" Gilligan protested. 

"Grabbing my bottom and pressing up against me and trying to put your finger inside my panties all the time is not being nice to me, Gilligan." Mary Ann was standing with her hands on her hips while she made her little virgin speech and Gilligan stood there and took it like a naughty little boy. "You have to let me come to you when I am ready."

"Like last night?" he said. 

"Yes, just like last night."

"But what did I do to earn that?" he pleaded. "I'd like to know, because then I can do it again!"

Mary Ann laughed and stood on tip toes to kiss his cheek. "Patience, Gilligan, patience. It's a virtue. I'm sure you remember those?"

Gilligan turned and watched her leave the hut with the mangoes. His cock was hardening at the thought of pushing her to the floor and rubbing fleshy, juicy mangoes all over her tits and ass and then licking it all off. His cock became so hard he knew he'd have to find Ginger fast, but then he heard the Skipper yelling his name like someone pulling on a damn foghorn over and over and over.

"Coming Skipper," he muttered. "but I'd much rather be cumming with Mary Ann."

Gilligan was grouchy and frustrated all morning. As usual, the Skipper was making him do all the work. He dug drainage ditches and fixed leaks in the water supply while his big buddy stood in the shade complaining about how hot it was. 

"If you did some work, you'd lose some weight," Gilligan told him, but the only response he got to that was a smack on the head with the Skipper's hat and a shouted lecture on following orders or being thrown in the brig. "In the Navy you'd be court martialed!" he yelled.

In the Navy, you wouldn't be so fat, Gilligan sulked, shoveling dirt over his shoulder.

Later on, Mary Ann brought them lemonade. By this time, Gilligan was down to his T-shirt, which had sweat rings under the arms and a sweat patch on the back. She stood and watched him as he drank thirstily, like he'd been out in the desert for a month. She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed, and licked her lips when lemonade leaked from the corner of his mouth and trickled down his throat. 

"I like a man who works hard," she smiled, shyly. 

"You like it hard?" Gilligan said, handing her his empty cup.

"Don't be naughty," she giggled, swinging her hips like a little girl.

"You won't give me a chance to." Gilligan stepped a little closer to her and she breathed in the scent of his fresh sweat and felt the heat burning off of him. His chest was almost against her beautiful boobs, his arms ready to encircle her. 

"Don't, Gilligan. Anyway, Skipper will see you.".

Gilligan glanced over to where the Skipper lay collapsed under a shady tree with his hat fallen down over his face at a lopsided angle and his arms and legs splayed out. He was already beginning to snore and grumble in his sleep. "Skipper's too busy dreaming about beer and steaks," he said, leaning down to inhale the papaya shampoo on Mary Ann's hair and brush his nose against her neck, just under her right ear.

"Gilligan, stop that," she said, trying to sound strict.

"Can't I have a treat?" he murmured. "I've worked awful hard."

"Well, I suppose that's true," Mary Ann agreed, biting her lip as his warm, lemonade scented breath tickled her earlobe. 

"How about a kiss?" he suggested, bringing his arms up and around her, but barely touching her, like a loose cage that she could easily escape from if she wanted to. All the while his cock was screaming, fuck her! Fuck her! But he knew he wouldn't get the chance if he didn't play by her rules and so he waited for her to say something. 

"Yes," she said chastely. "You can have a kiss. But just one."

Gilligan needed no further encouragement. He lifted one hand to the side of her face and cupped her cheek. He tilted her face up and looked into her eyes, and then he closed his eyes and covered her mouth with his and kissed her gently, circling their mouths together until she began to sigh, and then a little bit deeper, opening his mouth and tasting her lips and monitoring her reaction. When he knew she was lost in the exquisite sensations of his lips on hers, he kissed her as deeply as it was possible to. He crushed her mouth and bruised her lips. His arms went tighter around her to hold her still when she gave a muffled moan at the invasion of his hot, wet tongue snaking forcefully past her lips. He slid both of his hands down the silky skin of her exposed torso and onto her soft, rounded ass cheeks and pulled her forward onto the erection that threatened to burst out of his jeans. She yelped when she felt how rigid he was. He ground his hardened bulge against her pubic bone while he plunged into her mouth with his tongue, then adjusted his position so that he could grind himself against her clit, which he guessed was right there in the front of her figure hugging shorts. 

Mary Ann moaned and sucked on Gilligan's tongue while he pushed his cock hard up against her. He made his next move very quickly. He lifted one hand to the front of her open blouse and whipped out one of her glorious tits. He was about to lower his head and suck fiercely on her rock hard nipple when Mary Ann suddenly wrenched herself out of his grasp.

"No, Gilligan, stop that! I'm the one dishing out the treats here!" She tucked her tit back into her shirt, hiding that succulent nipple away from his lust crazed eyes and hungry mouth.

"But Mary Annnn!" he pouted. "I want to!"

"'I want' doesn't get," Mary Ann retorted, as primly as she could with her mouth still tingling and wet from Gilligan's kiss, her chin faintly pink from being scratched and rubbed by his stubble and her engorged pussy lips flaming with desire and seeping love juices into the gusset of her shorts.

"You know what you are, Mary Ann?" Gilligan said, so angry and frustrated at being denied that he was almost shaking. "You're nothing but a...."

"A what?" said Mary Ann, staring at him defiantly. 

"Nothing, Mary Ann." Gilligan sighed, blatantly adjusting his pants in front of her. "Thank you for my treat."

"That's more like it. Now, you better get back to work because I think the Skipper is about to wake up."

Gilligan was momentarily distracted and turned to look at the Skipper, who was still shouting, snoring and grunting under the tree. "No, he isn't, he..." 

But when he turned back, Mary Ann was gone.

ooooooo

Ginger and Gilligan's clothes lay strewn around the beach. His hat was up in a tree where Ginger had thrown it like a frisbee as she ripped his shirt off. There was no time for small talk or pleasantries. Gilligan stuck his tongue down her throat and mauled her tits for about ten seconds. His balls ached so much from Mary Ann's rejection that he had to have Ginger's ass, pussy and mouth as soon as possible. 

Ginger wasn't arguing. She was so turned on by Gilligan's eagerness to fuck that she sank to her knees straight away and started sucking his huge cock like a lollipop, drool running down her chin, gagging while he pushed his cockhead past her tonsils and right down into her throat. Gilligan held her head and thrust into her mouth with his skinny hips pumping back and forth.

"Fuck you, Mary Ann," he hissed, ramming Ginger's face with his engorged prong. "Fuck you, you tightassed little bitch."

Gilligan yanked Ginger's head up by the hair and unceremoniously pushed her down onto her face. Ginger shivered as she stuck her glorious ass up into the air and anticipated the first thrust of his engorged cock into her pink, dripping fuck hole. A second later, Gilligan's thick rod speared into her and came to rest against the neck of her womb, and Ginger let out a loud "aaaaah!" and fell forward onto the beach..

Ginger's mouth filled with sand as she lay face down with her hands and feet digging holes and kicking sand everywhere and her hair and neck and tits and stomach and everywhere else coated with sand. Behind her, with his hands grasped firmly on her hips, Gilligan began slamming her deep and hard, banging her wet pussy and then plunging his cock into her puckered asshole, knowing how much she wanted it. He soon fell into a steady rhythm of plowing both of her eager holes, making her go "uh...uh...uh...uh...uh..." with every forward stroke. 

Gilligan watched his fat cock plunder Ginger's slutty cunt and gaping asshole and started to feel a lot better. Mary Ann could shove it up her ass. He didn't care about her prim little virgin snatch. He had his beautiful, slutty fuck toy right here, and Ginger would do anything for him that he wanted. Her pathetic little squeals were music to his ears.

"So, anyway, Mr. Howell wanted me to caddy for him, and Mrs. Howell got mad because he was meant to be taking her on a walk. She picked up the golf ball and threw it over the cliff with about a million other balls that she's already thrown over, and when he complained, she told him he was lucky she hadn't shoved it in his ass." Now that he was getting what he wanted, Gilligan chatted away quite happily as he pumped his shaft in and out of Ginger's dripping holes, switching effortlessly from ass to pussy to ass because they were both so wet and stretched by the jackhammering he was giving her. 

"Th-aa-t's niii-iice, Gii-llli-gaaan," Ginger gasped. She was rocking backwards and forwards with the force of each thrust. Her nipples dug little trenches in the sand and began to chafe, and she struggled up on to her hands only to fall face down again as Gilligan thrust forward like a battering ram. 

"Stay down, bitch," he told her in the same chatty, conversational tone. "I know how much you like having things shoved in your ass. Gee, I bet I could get my whole arm up there!"

Gilligan had been on the verge of cumming all day, but now that he was here, he didn't want it to end too soon. He pulled out of Ginger's slurping cunt and got down behind her and proceeded to rim her asshole, which was so open he could fit his tongue right inside it, licking out the inside of her sphincter, which puckered and grasped at his tongue like a little mouth. He pulled her ass cheeks apart with his thumbs, clamped his mouth right onto her pink starfish and delved even deeper, tongue-punching her savagely while he tried to keep his wet cockhead out of the sand. They had brought a blanket, but it was only small and where sand was concerned it didn't matter- that damned stuff got everywhere.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yessss!" Ginger wailed and pushed back onto Gilligan's face and ground her ass against his mouth. He slid his hand along her stomach and grabbed her tit. He pinched the nipple as it was hanging down and swung her tit like a bell on a rope, feeling how heavy it was. Both of Ginger's tits started swinging like church bells and she sang out like the choir within as Gilligan dove into her asshole over and over again. Who would have thought the First Mate of the Minnow could use his tongue like this? Normally he just spoke utter crap with it.

Ginger got up onto her hands and knees and began rotating her hips and creaming Gilligan's face with hot pussy nectar and fresh ass juices. He laughed at her frantic attempts to get his tongue deeper inside her. He nibbled and bit sharply on her sphincter ring, chewing it like it was a rubber band. He let go of her swinging breast and diddled with her clit and stuck his thumb into her pussy while he continued to suck and bite and tongue her ass until she made a noise that sounded like she was crying and laughing at the same time, riding his face like the dirty bitch she was.

Unbeknownst to Gilligan, a little ways off in the jungle, Mary Ann was crouching down behind a bush, her slim little hand working down into her shorts. She played with her throbbing clit as she watched the scene before her with wide and hungry eyes fixed on the actions of Gilligan's mouth against Ginger's ass and his huge, reddened cock waving around like one of the bulls on her father's farm. As she watched his tongue glide and slide and probe and prod into Ginger's butthole, her own tiny, virgin anus began to throb in time with her pussy lips, and she imagined Gilligan doing the same to her, and she had to put her other hand over her mouth to stop the moan of pleasure that almost escaped from her lips.

After rimming Ginger into a shuddering heap, Gilligan rolled her over onto her back and slapped the sand off her tits, making her squeal and shout. He enjoyed the sight of her large, soft breasts quivering and wobbling like jell-o every time his palm came into contact with them. Her stiff nipples were so pale, unlike Mary Ann's, which were dark brown and inviting, like hot little chestnuts just waiting to be bitten into. Nevertheless, beggars can't be choosers. 

Gilligan slapped Ginger's tits until they were red and throbbing, then he dove down to suck hard on her inflamed nipples, groping and fondling her with his work roughened hands. His moistened cockhead prodded her belly and dripped a trail of pre-cum all over her and made her russet pubes even wetter and stickier than they already were.

As he chewed on her tits, he fingered her clit. When she moaned loudly he told her to shut up because someone would hear her and then she'd be in big trouble. "Then again," he mumbled cheerfully, tugging on her right nipple with his teeth, "if Skipper saw me fucking you it might wake up that shriveled sausage in his pants that he calls a prick. He might finally get a hard-on and want to fuck you too. Or how about Mr. Howell? I bet he'd pay you to suck his old man's cock. Or the Professor, once he puts those darned books down. You could have three cocks at once, with one on standby. We'd rotate around until each of us had fucked every hole at least half a dozen times. I know how much you miss that." Gilligan finished mauling her tits and turned around so that his face was between her legs and his dong was hanging down on Ginger's lips. He pulled her sodden pussy lips apart and dove down into the deep pink folds, his head moving up and down, licking and slurping her juices and fingering both of her gaping holes. Ginger groaned and opened her mouth wide as she could and took his stiff cock right down into her throat until his balls were in her face and they began to sixty nine each other right there on the beach. 

Mary Ann almost fainted. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She flicked herself frantically as Gilligan lifted and lowered his hips in a series of shallow, rapid thrusts downwards into Ginger's mouth. Ginger was holding onto his ass and digging her nails into his skin, gagging and drooling and gulping and swallowing constantly as Gilligan's thick tool pushed into her throat. At regular intervals he thrust right down until Ginger's head was in the sand and his balls were in her eyes, blinding her. He ground his hips onto Ginger's face and Mary Ann swore she could see the bulge of his huge cockhead sliding deep down inside Ginger's throat. He pulled out slowly and plunged in hard and deep, and Ginger gargled against the pole of flesh that thrust down inside her mouth and sent streams of saliva coursing down her cheeks and into her flame red tresses. She poked a long, sharp fingernail into his rectum and he shouted out between her legs, and she chuckled around his cock and he called her a bitch and made her gag deliberately on his lethal weapon.

Gilligan felt his balls swelling with cum as he fucked Ginger's face relentlessly. He matched the rhythm of his thrusting rod with the thrusts of his tongue and fingers between her trembling milky-white thighs and soon Ginger was cumming like never before. Her hips lifted right up off the sand with two of Gilligan's middle fingers wedged inside her sticky asshole and three more plundering the depths of her wet, spasming channel and his mouth clamped down on her clit. He tortured her man in a boat with his skilful tongue until she almost lost consciousness, gasping for air around his meaty shaft as he carried on riding her face without a care in the world. Ginger's strangled gasps turned Gilligan on more than he would have ever thought, but bless her, she was still sucking him off like the good little slut she was, eating his dick and balls like a seasoned pro even though she couldn't breathe, and sticking her finger in his ass which was driving him into a frenzy of lust. Accompanied by the wild, erotic sounds of the movie star's orgasmic moaning and gagging, Gilligan's frantic thrusts soon brought forth a tidal wave of thick jism from his engorged cockhead. In no time at all he was happily unleashing his full load in a series of hot bursts, pumping his cream straight down Ginger's cock-bruised oesophagus and into her waiting stomach, making her choke helplessly on squirt after squirt of thick, hot cum. 

Gilligan fell forward with his face buried in Ginger's steaming, tongue-lashed pussy. His rigid pole finally began to soften in the depths of her semen filled throat. He listened to Ginger dragging air into her lungs and whimpering softly with her hot, sexy mouth crammed full of man-meat and saliva mixed with rivers of hot, fresh cum. She sounded happy enough, he thought. As for him, he had just had the best balls-draining orgasm of his life. 

Gilligan sighed contentedly, nestling his face into the hot, sex-scented folds of Ginger Grant's amazing twat. He felt as if he could lay there forever.

Meanwhile, deep in the bushes and hidden away from sight, Mary Ann ground her soaking pussy onto her fingers and brought herself to a second teeth-clenching climax. She knew it wouldn't be long before she surrendered her precious virginity to Gilligan's pumping fucktool. She couldn't wait for the day that the First Mate of the Minnow stretched her tiny channel with his solid loveprobe and shot his load inside her, filling her up completely with the precious nectar that Ginger loved so much.



Gilligan's Island - The Castaways Throw A Party



 ( a fictional story about fictional characters)

(I realize the audience for this story is limited, but I grew up when this show was originally on TV and always had a crush on the Mary Ann character. Hope some of the older readers enjoy it. Who was your favorite: Ginger or Mary Ann?)



As Mary Ann strolled along one of the now well-worn paths through the lush tropical foliage gathering coconuts for, yet another, meal of some sort of banana/coconut cuisine; she was reflecting on the time the seven passengers of the SS Minnow had spent on the island after being shipwrecked by a furious storm. In some ways it seemed like yesterday when their "three-hour-tour" had been rudely interrupted by one of the worst squalls that the Skipper had ever seen; and in other aspects, it seemed like they had been marooned on the island for an eternity. In some respects, she guessed they were very lucky: none of the boats passengers or crew had been injured when the boat ran aground; the island, under any other circumstances, was a virtual paradise, with a fresh water source and plenty of food; and they had become very adept at self-sufficiency. Also, they had all become good friends who could be counted on to always help each other.

Gathering the coconuts also reminded her of how she no longer took many things for granted. The simple coconut: sometimes it seemed like they used it for just about everything. The shells, of course could be cut and used for bowls, cups, dippers, even helmets. Ginger had once even used two halves for a bikini top. The milk was a source of so many vitamins and nutrients. The pulp,or meat, was delicious and the Professor had shown them that if you squeezed the meat, you could extract the coconut oil. This was used for everything from cooking and burning as lamp oil, to keeping their metal tools from rusting. It kept their skin from cracking under the tropical sun, and was a wonderful lubricant. They kept a bowl of it handy always. She would have never known how versatile the plain coconut could be. 

Her "hut-mate," Ginger Grant, was a beautiful, famous Hollywood actress, who never failed to enthrall her with tales of other actors and "Tinseltown." If you didn't know Ginger, your first impression would be that she was self-absorbed and narcissistic; but she was actually very friendly and insecure. Thurston Howell (the 3rd), and his ditzy wife Lovey were millionaires, and the stay on the island had brought their egos down to earth... somewhat. She thought it must be the hardest on them, because they were used to a life of complete luxury; never having to do anything for themselves. The fourth passenger was Dr. Roy Hinkley, but everyone just called him "Professor." She would never admit it to anyone, but she had developed a crush on this genius. She sometimes wondered though, of all the inventions (some of them life-saving) he had concocted on the island; why is it that he could not design a simple raft to get them off the island. She remembered reading in high school that primitive islanders had traveled thousands of miles on simple rafts made from reeds and bamboo.

The crew consisted of the Skipper, whose real name was Jonus Grumby; and his first-mate Gilligan. The Skipper had been on boats and ships all his life, and was the true authority figure on the island; she guessed that he would be considered their leader. Gilligan was the sweetest, nicest person she had ever met; but he was also the clumsiest, most incompetent sailor on earth. Although completely unintentional, it seemed like every time they had a slim opportunity to escape the island prison; Gilligan would always do something to foil them. "Poor Gilligan," she thought, "he always seemed to get stuck with the worst, dirtiest jobs on the island." They were supposed to take turns with "latrine duty," but sweet Gilligan almost always volunteered to take the others' turns. They had a small hut which contained a sunken pail under a stool with a hole in it. This was their toilet, and twice a week someone took the pail far into the jungle, dug a hole, and buried the contents. It was a distasteful job and Mary Ann figured Gilligan volunteered for it as a way of compensating for the guilt he felt about them still being shipwrecked.

Just as she had almost filled her canvas bag with coconuts, a frantic Gilligan, with the radio pressed against his ear, went rushing by shouting, "Skipper, Skipper."

"Now what," she thought, as she hurried after him. 

When they reached the clearing where all the huts were located, everyone had heard his yelling and were gathered around the, centrally located, dinner table. Out of breath, and gasping, Gilligan handed the radio to the Skipper, who set it on the table, and joined everyone in listening to the news report: " a maritime tribunal has concluded that the loss of the SS Minnow was solely attributed to incompetence, and negligence of the ship's captain, Jonas Grumby."

The Professor swiftly shut the radio off, and everyone, stunned, just stared at the Skipper; waiting for his reaction. Having lived through the violent storm, absolutely none of the castaways put any blame on the Skipper. Mr. Howell's first thought after listening to the radio was that the first thing he was going to do after being rescued, was to buy the company that made the batteries in their radio, because the charge seemed eternal. The Skippers shoulders slumped forward and down, and he dropped into the nearest chair. He removed his hat and twisted it in his hands, as he looked from one castaway to the next.

The Professor was the first to speak, "why that's just preposterous Skipper; we all know there was nothing you could do."

"Why that's downright slander," Mr. Howell added, "when we get back to civilization, I'll have my lawyers sue those scoundrels." 

"That's right Skipper, you saved our lives," Mary Ann said, attempting to sooth him.

"I don't know what to say everybody," the Skipper stated solemnly, "but if the maritime court says I'm to blame, then so be it."

Everyone continued to try to comfort him for several minutes, until the Skipper said he wanted to be alone, and he wandered off into the jungle. All afternoon, anytime one of the group saw the Skipper, they would try to soothe his ego; but he just moped around and sighed. He just sat by the lagoon and didn't join them for dinner, which gave them an opportunity to discuss the situation. Mr. Howell asked the Professor what his opinion was on Skipper's mental state. "Well, I only minored in Psychology," answered the Professor, "but in such cases of extreme emotional trauma; it is not unprecedented for the individual to entertain thoughts of suicide. Depression can be a powerful feeling."

"We have to do something to cheer him up," Gilligan said; echoing all their thoughts.

"I know what always cheers me up," Ginger suggested, "let's throw him a party to show him how much we appreciate him."

"That's a marvelous idea," Mrs. Howell agreed, "you put it all together, and we will come."

"Yes, I think that is a good idea," the Professor added, "and we can all remind him of something positive he has done here on the island."

"Oh boy, oh boy, a party. I'll start gathering coconuts and berries so Mary Ann can make some pies," volunteered Gilligan.

"Thanks Gilligan," Mary Ann said, rolling her eyes, "but remember, we have to keep this a surprise until tomorrow."

Right after dinner, everyone went about preparing for the next day's celebration: Ginger and Mary Ann began making streamers out of leaves, vines, and some blossoms they found down by the lagoon. As soon as Gilligan returned with the coconut, bananas and berries; Mary Ann would begin baking; the Professor went to work on some makeshift fireworks made from magnesium filings from some of the Minnow's tubing they had salvaged ; and the Howells tried to decide what to wear (not that it was much of a choice), and say in their speech. Mary Ann wondered, for about the hundredth time, why they had brought so many clothes on a "three-hour-tour."

When Gilligan returned, he was all excited about some new kind of purple berry he had found. "Try these Mary Ann, they are so sweet," he urged.

"Gilligan, are you sure they're safe; not poisonous," she inquired.

"Well, I thought of that so I just ate a couple; but I feel great," he responded.

Mary Ann frowned, but ate a couple berries, and confirmed, "oh you're right Gilligan...they really are sweet. There are enough here to make a couple pies. Thank you."

"Oh you're welcome Mary Ann; by the way you look really nice today," he responded.

As he turned to go do his remaining chores, Mary Ann called out, "why thank you Gilligan," and thought to herself, "what a strange thing for him to say...oh that Gilligan." Watching him walk away, she wondered why she had never noticed before what a cute butt he had. She quickly made a couple berry pies to go with a banana one and a coconut creme. By the time the baking was finished, it was time for everyone to hit the hammocks for a good night's sleep. 

As she was laying in her hammock waiting for sleep to overtake her, Mary Ann thought again about the belongings everyone had brought on the sightseeing cruise. She was sure her contribution was the most essential: her sewing and knitting bag which contained all types of needles, thread, knitting needles, buttons, cloth, and a couple pair of scissors. They had all used these articles for some purpose. One of the pairs of scissors had been taken apart and used as spear tips for fishing (or protection, if the need ever arose). Their clothes had been repaired countless times; she even had needles large enough to accommodate fishing line, so that they could fashion useful bags and carryalls from burlap and canvas. Ginger had actually made a dress from one of the Minnows towels.  

She chuckled as she thought about the one thing they had not been able to make more of: underwear. No one ever discussed the subject, but she knew her underwear had disintegrated long ago from being constantly worn and scrubbed, and she and Ginger had been without bras or panties for months. She just assumed that everyone on the island was in the same predicament. She wondered what they would do when all their clothes reached the point of being un-wearable. She guessed they would try to fashion clothes out of leaves. 

She thought of how personal hygiene had drastically changed since being shipwrecked. They were still able to keep reasonably clean thanks to the soap the Professor made from finely ground pumice and different resins they harvested from the trees, but things like shaving were different. The Skipper had lived on the Minnow, so he had a couple of straight razors aboard (leave it to him to be "old school"), but the men had to share one, and the women the other. Since modesty was a luxury they left behind, Mary Ann soon found out that Ginger completely shaved her pubic area, along with her legs and underarms. She told Mary Ann that she had read about it in a fashion magazine: supposedly all the French models did it so that their bikini lines would be smooth. She had convinced, and assisted, Mary Ann to trim her generous bush so that it didn't peek out under the legs of her shorts. This was something she would never have done back home in Kansas. As she was drifting off to sleep, she imagined what the Professor would look like without clothes; and even while almost unconscious: she blushed.  

After breakfast and some morning chores, like replenishing the fresh water, they asked the Skipper to go to the lagoon and make sure the signal firewood was still covered and dry. This was a daily chore and he didn't think anything of it; but they were just trying to get him out of camp so they could finish decorating. They arranged all the food on the table, hung the makeshift streamers, and then all went to change into their "party" clothes. Ginger squeezed into the dress she had made from the Minnow's towel; Mary Ann slipped into her least ragged, print dress; the Howells put on the finest clothes from their chest (Mr. Howell even had one of those collapsible top-hats); and the Professor and Gilligan just wore the only clothes they had (but Mr. Howell loaned the Professor a jacket). 

When the Skipper re-entered the clearing, they all jumped up and down and yelled "surprise." Mr. Howell started a chorus of "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow," and they all joined in. Everyone slapped him on the back and told him how much they appreciated him and they all gave him some memento that would remind him of all the good things he had done on the island. Gilligan gave him a scary-mask that Skipper had worn to frighten away the headhunters that had once landed on the island. They did their best to convince him that without his wisdom and strength, they would have all perished. By the time they all sat down at the table for a pie-lunch, the Skipper seemed his old jolly self. 

Gilligan passed around the pie made from the new berries, and insisted that everyone try some. The Professor wanted to know if he was sure the new berries were edible and safe, and Gilligan assured him, " Mary Ann and I both sampled the berries yesterday, and we're still alive."

"Well, that's good enough for me," chuckled Mr. Howell, as he gulped down a slice, "my this is tasty...so sweet."

"See, I told you," boasted Gilligan as he had a second helping. "These pies are wonderful, Mary Ann; just like you," he added with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes, Mary Ann, I concur," the Professor agreed; "and the pies are very tasty also," and he winked at her. If the Professor had consulted his horticultural encyclopedia, he would have recognized the berries as being from the Patchouli plant; an herb thought by many of the native tribes to be a powerful aphrodisiac. 

"Why Mary Ann," said Mr. Howell as she cuddled onto Mr. Howell's lap, "you must give me the recipe so I can have our cook bake one."

The Skipper merely nodded his head in agreement as he downed a third slice of the pie, seemingly forgetting all about the news report of the previous day. Ginger shimmied up in front of Skipper with pie juice dripping from her index finger, and very deliberately stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean of the purple berry juice. The towel-dress hugged her curves like a body-stocking as she swayed to the imaginary music in her head and assured him, "I'm going to do a special dance just for you, to show you how much we all appreciate you. I used to perform at private parties before I got my break in Hollywood."

If anyone had been looking at anyone but Ginger, they would have seen Mrs Howell, sitting on her husband's lap, reach her hand down the front of his trousers and fondle his erect penis. Ginger insinuated herself between the Skipper's knees as he sat enthralled by her gyrations. She began to give him a "lap dance" before lap dances had been invented; bending down and rubbing her ass against his groin. She could feel his erection straining against his pants when she pressed against him and her nipples were now clearly hard, as they protruded through the towel. Gilligan was absentmindedly rubbing his crotch, and Mary Ann had stood in front of the Professor and was leaning back against him, as he leaned against the table. She could feel his hard-on pressing against her ass cheeks, and the sensation was causing her head to spin. She had never confided to Ginger that she was still a virgin, so she was now in uncharted territory. She had a boyfriend back in Kansas, but he had never pressured her to go beyond French-kissing.

Ginger leaned over and pressed her luscious lips against the Skipper's, and she slipped her tongue between his teeth. She swayed her hips from side to side, reached up to her shoulders and began to peel the sheath down her body. When her breasts sprang free of the material, the four men gave a collective sigh. They were not huge, probably only about 34 B; but they were perfectly round and capped with the pinkest areola they had ever seen. Her erect nipples were like red jellybeans, and were abnormally long. The Skipper, shaking, extended his hands, grasped the dress, and assisted Ginger in rolling it down over her shapely hips, until it dropped to the ground. None of the men had ever seen a shaved pubic mound before and just stared at Ginger's crotch, as she continued to shimmy and sway in front of the Skipper; now totally naked. Her nude form was the perfect hour-glass figure, and the men seemed hypnotized by her perfection.

Mary Ann, her heart rapidly beating, casually reached behind her and started to rub the Professor's penis through his pants. She had never even felt the outline of a man's organ before and was amazed at how hard it was. Gilligan sidled over to Mary Ann, and unexpectedly brought both his hands up to the front of her plain dress and cupped her impressive breasts. She involuntarily moaned, "ohhhh," as she squeezed the Professors cock.

Ginger, meanwhile, had dropped to her knees in front of the Skipper, and was busy unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants. He raised up off the chair to allow her to tug his trousers down his legs, freeing his erection. Her hand tried to encircle his hard cock, but her fingers could not reach all the way around its girth. His tool was not that long, perhaps six or seven inches; but it was as thick as a soda can. Ginger lowered her head into his lap, and as her red hair cascaded around his groin; stuck her tongue out and licked the pre-cum from his cock slit.

The Skipper grunted and reached down to grasp her tiny waist. The powerful man actually lifted her slim body off the ground, saying, " Ginger, you are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen. I've dreamed of this since you first boarded the Minnow." He lifted her up as if she were a doll, and she extended her wonderful legs to his sides, as he began to lower her onto his lap. As her body descended, she reached down with both hands and spread her pussy lips wide apart. She felt his bulbous crown nudge against her open slit, spreading her cunt lips wide. Without any warning, he forced her down onto his pole; completely impaling her.

As her cunt stretched wider than it had ever been, Ginger shrieked, "oh my God Skipper."

He sat back in his chair with Ginger straddling his lap; her incredibly long legs wrapped around his wide waist. He sat there for a couple minutes, enjoying how the walls of her pussy gripped his huge cock. Her cunt hugged him like an unbelievably tight condom. She couldn't quite lock her ankles because of his large waistline, but she dug her heels into his ass cheeks; as he grabbed her perfectly round ass in his rough hands and began to thrust up into her.

"Fuck me Skipper! Fuck me, you big hunk of a man," she groaned, throwing her head straight back so that her silky red hair hung down to her ass.

The Skipper hardly needed to be coaxed, as he jammed his cock into her wet hole. He leaned forward and took her right nipple between his teeth and gently nibbled. Her cunt tightened around his cock, and he felt her body shudder as she came in his arms. He glanced over her shoulder and saw Gilligan standing with his pants down, now jerking his erect prick as fast as he could, as he watched Ginger being fucked.

"Not bad," thought the Skipper, as he noticed Gilligan's not unimpressive eight inch cock.

He shouted, "come on over here, Little Buddy, and bring the bowl of coconut oil with you. There's something I want you to try. I'm going to share my good fortune with my First Mate."

Gilligan, wanting nothing more than to get closer to a naked Ginger; removed his pants completely, grabbed the bowl from the table, and shuffled over to the Skipper; never taking his hand off his cock.

"Well, don't just stand there Little Buddy," the Skipper implored, dip your cock in that oil, and I'll spread her cheeks apart for you. You don't mind, do you Ginger."




Gilligan's Island - The Castaways Throw A Party



She was so horny from the berries and the huge cock pounding into her, that Ginger just groaned, "fuck me, and don't you dare stop. I think the thing I've missed most about being away from civilization, is having a big, hard cock jammed up inside my pussy."

The Skipper didn't know it, but Gilligan was still a virgin; and he had never even imagined that men put their penises in that hole, but at this point he would have stuck his hard-on into a knot hole. He dipped his crown into the coconut oil, wedged it tight against Ginger's ass hole, and pushed forward with all his might. When his sizable head popped through her sphincter ring, he wasted no time in forcing his entire length into her ass. It felt so great to have Ginger's flesh surrounding his cock, that he didn't even care which hole he was in. As she leaned forward against the Skippers broad chest, Gilligan reached around her and grasped both her tits in his hands and began to knead, and squeeze them. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, as he started to withdraw and thrust back into her. He and the Skipper began to thrust in unison, and they could feel the pressure of each others cock, separated only by a thin layer of skin.

Despite what people assumed, Ginger had only limited sexual experience, and this was certainly something new. Both her holes were being stretched by big, hard cocks; and she felt like she had died and gone to heaven. "Nothing in the world could ever feel better than this," she thought, as her naked body squirmed between the two sailors. "Fuck me, you guys...fuck me harder," she pleaded as she lay her head on Skipper's shoulder and just let her body go limp. The Skipper squeezed her ass cheeks even harder, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, as he spread them for Gilligan. They began to pound their cocks up into her holes, and a drop of spittle drooled from the corner of Ginger's mouth. Her cunt and ass were completely stuffed with cock, and she came again as the Skipper ground the base of his cock against her clit. 

The Skipper glanced over Ginger's shoulder and saw that Mrs. Howell had striped naked and was bent forward over a chair, with her legs spread and her ass pointed up in the air. Mr. Howell, his trousers bunched down around his ankles, was behind her and plowing her pussy like a demon. All of the Howell's friends back in the States just assumed that Lovey had been brought up in high society; but the truth was that before she married Thurston, she had been a dancer in several Las Vegas shows. Even at her age, her legs were still very shapely; and as her tits hung down and swayed in time with his thrusts, they were huge and pendulous. She was pleading with him, "oh darling, fuck me harder."

As he slammed into her cunt, he responded, "my dear Lovey, I'm fucking you as hard as I can. I'm nearly done, and I'd like you to turn around so I can squirt on your face. You know how much I enjoy that."

As the Skipper watched Mr. Howell pull his cock out of Mrs. Howells pussy, he was astounded: Mr. Howell's cock was absolutely gigantic. It must have been over a foot long, and as thick as a beer bottle. The Skipper thought to himself, as Thurston covered Lovey's face with his seed, "there really is no justice in this world. The man is a millionaire, and he gets to walk around with that in his pants."

The Skipper and Gilligan continued to thrust in and out of Ginger's stretched out holes, as Mary Ann ground her ass against the Professors bulge. The Professor himself was a virgin, having devoted his entire life to the pursuit of science. Up until today, sex had been considered a clinical act, and nothing more. He had never had the time for dating or socializing, and had never even had a girlfriend; but the effects of the berries were guiding his actions now. Like he had been doing it all his life, he slid the sleeves of Mary Ann's dress off her smooth shoulders, and as she lowered her arms to permit it, the dress floated to the ground leaving her completely nude. She was truly a vision of loveliness: her breasts were even larger than Ginger's; a full 34 C, and perfectly shaped as they hung on her chest. Her areola large and pink, capped by gumdrop sized nipples. Her close-cut dark, bush glistened with her excitement. She was not the least bit self-conscious, as all eyes in the clearing were inspecting her naked body.

The Professor feverishly unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down his legs. Just like everyone else, he wore no underwear and his erection waved in front of him, slapping against Mary Ann's prominent ass. His cock was an impressive eight inches, with a huge crown, the size of a tennis ball. No one would have guessed that they were both virgins, because they seemed to know just what to do. Mary Ann spread her legs wide, letting his hard-on stick between them. It was almost comical, because in that position, it appeared that she had a cock protruding between her legs. The Professor, trying to soothe her, whispered, "I'm a novice at this, but I will attempt to be gentle, Mary Ann."

Sweet, innocent, little Mary Ann replied, "gentle, Hell. I've waited all my life for this. Shove that thing up inside me, now."

She leaned back against him, spread her legs even wider, and using both hands, pulled her slit as wide open as she could. The Professor bent his knees and squatted, until his crown was nudging against her hole; then slowly raised up until his oversized head had penetrated her pussy. Mary Ann moaned as he made contact with the proof of her virginity, and he abruptly stopped, only a couple of inches inside her. She assured him, "do it , Roy...fuck me." He pushed up with his legs, felt her hymen give way, and then stood up, completely impaling her on his rock-hard cock. They just stood there, his cock buried deep inside her belly; getting used to the feeling.

"It feels so good being inside you, Mary Ann," the Professor whispered in her ear, "and, by the way, you can call me Professor...I actually prefer it." 

"Oh my stars that hurt so much...but now it feels sooooo good," Mary Ann answered. "I think I love you Professor," she admitted.

"And I, you," he professed. He reached behind him and used his arm to swipe everything off the table, onto the ground. He extended his arms around Mary Ann's waist and hoisted the both of them up onto the table, where he scooted back and lay down with Mary Ann still impaled on his cock.

As she felt him move inside her, a wonderful, warm sensation began to grow in her pussy. In a way she was glad she was a virgin for him, but she scolded herself for not having sex much sooner. The feeling of a big, hard cock deep inside her pussy was indescribable and exquisite. She planted her feet on either side of his body and began to raise herself up off his invading pole; then plunge herself down again. She had never seen the Professor so excited: when she would begin to lower herself, he would thrust upward with all his strength, jamming his cock into her cunt. She looked down between her legs and watched her pussy lips grip his penis as it slid in and out of her. She noticed a few drops of blood mixing with their mutual lubrication, and couldn't believe that only a couple minutes ago, she was a virgin. Her ample tits bounced up and down on her chest as she rode the Professor's cock. When he encircled her waist with his hands and began to rub her engorged clit, she exploded in a massive orgasm; her entire body convulsing and shivering.

Mrs. Howell had collapsed into a chair after the violent fucking by her husband, who was now walking around the clearing like he was on an inspection tour, naked from the waist down. He approached the chair where the Skipper had Ginger on his lap being double-fucked by him and Gilligan. "Most impressive, Ginger," he remarked, "after we are rescued, if you ever would like an employment opportunity, please contact me. I am usually in charge of the entertainment for the "Millionaires Club" annual meeting, and I think you would perform admirably. The compensation is exceptional and you would never have to work again, if you invested your earnings wisely." She barely heard him as she concentrated on the hard cocks pounding her holes. Skipper and Gilligan were fucking her so hard that a white froth had built up at her entrances.

When he got to the dinner table, the Professor had pulled Mary Ann's back down against his chest, and was kneading her impressive tits as he continued to slide his pole in and out of her incredibly tight hole. She ground her perfect ass down against his lap and he was on the verge of climax when his eyes suddenly flew wide open. Even through the haze of the berries, his practical side surfaced and he whispered in Mary Ann's ear, "oh my goodness, what about birth control?"

"Oh lover, I would love to have your baby...it's ok...cum in me , Professor," she stated.

And for the first time in his life, the Professor came deep inside a woman's pussy. For the first time in her life, Mary Ann felt a man's cock twitch and jerk inside her cunt, as her tunnel was flooded with his hot seed. He pumped and squirted as he filled her up with the most intense orgasm of his life. "Oh my gosh Professor," she moaned, "fuck me baby, fuck me." Even though he had just cum, his cock remained rock hard; a product of being so completely aroused by his first sexual experience. He kept sliding it in and out of her, as she relaxed and lay back against his chest.

Mr. Howell stood at the end of the table and watched the Professor's fluid leak out around the edges of Mary Ann's cunt. With the help of a chair, Mr. Howell climbed up on the table to join them and observing her hefty tits flattened out on her chest like water balloons, said to her, "those are an impressive set of breasts you have there Mary Ann, I hope you don't mind if I take advantage of them." After eating the berry pie, Mary Ann was agreeable to anything, as Mr. Howell kneeled between their legs and lay his monster cock on her chest between her breasts. It was still coated with Mrs. Howell's secretions, and resembled a large snake as he began to slide it up and down in the valley between her tits.  

She was almost hypnotized, watching his enormous log sawing on her chest, and she used both hands to push her breast-bags together, providing him with a fleshy tunnel. On the upstroke, his crown actually touched her chin, so she stuck out her tongue and lapped at his slit. She had always thought the taste would be disgusting, but was pleasantly surprised at the salty flavor. She wasn't sure why she licked it, she had certainly never done anything like that before; but she was somehow drawn to it like a moth to one of their torches.

Had Ginger not been so busy, she would have been an interested observer as her best friend lost her virginity, but at the moment she was having her brains fucked out. The Skipper and Gilligan were slamming their hard cocks into her holes as fast as they could. She never dreamed that her holes could be so stuffed with cock. She was almost delirious by the sensation of being double-fucked. Birth control was the absolute last thing on her mind as she begged them, "fuck me, fuck me...cum inside me." "Oh my God, I've missed being fucked," she thought as they pounded her pussy and ass.

The Skipper bellowed out, "I hope you're ready too Little Buddy, because here it comes."

Acting as a team, they slammed their cocks as far into Ginger as they could, and began pumping her full of their seed. She screeched, "oh my fucking God...fuck those wonderful cocks into me."

Gilligan and the Skipper both groaned loudly as they flooded her holes with their seed. Gilligan couldn't believe how great if felt to shoot his load inside a woman...and not just any woman; the gorgeous Ginger. Just as they had finished pumping her holes full, without warning, the Skipper's chair gave out and the trio went tumbling to the ground. Their logs slipped out of Ginger and they landed in a big heap; a tangle of arms and legs. When Ginger stood up laughing, Gilligan pointed at the gooey, white fluid drooling down her thighs. She surprised them by scooping it with her fingers, and then licking them clean. As the Skipper and Gilligan sat on the ground staring at the magnificence of Ginger's nude form, they heard Mr. Howell's voice demand, "Gilligan my boy, bring that bowl of oil over here. I am going to make a real woman of Mary Ann."

Used to following orders, Gilligan retrieved the bowl and swiftly walked to the table where the Professor was fucking Mary Ann, and Mr. Howell was fucking her tits. Mr. Howell withdrew his prodigious tool from Mary Ann's tit-valley, scooted back a little, and lay his log on her stomach. It was incredible: it reached all the way to her cleavage. Mary Ann released her huge breasts, and they flopped down on her chest. The Professor had stopped thrusting momentarily and was just resting with his cock still embedded inside her. They both looked down between her breasts with curiosity, waiting to see what Mr. Howell's plan entailed. Mary Ann could not believe how large his cock was; it was actually heavy as it stretched out on her stomach. Mr. Howell accepted the bowl from Gilligan and proceeded to pour its contents along the length of his pole. Gilligan took the bowl from him, and Mr. Howell hefted his cock and sat back with the crown poised at Mary Ann's slit.

Sensing what his intentions were, the Professor declared, "with all due respect Mr. Howell, I'm not finished here," and he and Mary Ann smiled at one another.

"Oh quite so, my good man," Mr. Howell replied, "I would never dream of depriving you of this beautiful young lady's charms..now that you have her all loosened up, I'm just going to join you. This will be a thrill of a lifetime for you Mary Ann." 

Neither was quite sure what he meant, until he began to attempt to wedge his cock-head into Mary Ann's slit, on top of the Professors. If not for the effects of the berries, Mary Ann and the Professor would have surely objected; but they just stared in amazement at his objective. Mary Ann's eyes grew wide at the realization: she had never even been penetrated before, and now Mr. Howell was trying to add a second cock to her pussy! He was indeed struggling to push his head through her opening. Her cunt lips had never been stretched that far before and, even with the coconut oil, their flexibility was being put to the test. He corkscrewed his crown around her slit until it finally slid past her opening and into her cunt. He paused only momentarily, and then pushed steadily forward; his enormous cock stretching her cunt walls as he drove all the way into her.

Tiny little Mary Ann now had nearly two feet of hard cock stretching her, formally virgin, pussy to its extreme. Her cunt was so completely stuffed with cock that she was finding it difficult to breathe. She felt delirious, almost unconscious with ecstasy. Her little body jerked and quivered as she came once, and then twice. Her slit was stretched so wide that Mr. Howell's cock was in constant contact with her clit. When they began to withdraw in tandem, the sensation was so overwhelming that her arms and legs flailed uncontrollably. Innocent little Mary Ann, who until today had never uttered a swear word, shrieked, "holy fucking shit...fuck me...fuck the shit out of me...ram those fucking cocks up my pussy."

The Professor and Mr. Howell followed each other's lead as they varied the pace of their thrusts. Sometimes they thrust in unison; sometimes they alternated...one withdrawing while the other was driving into her. The other four castaways had gathered around the table to watch the spectacle. A banana was sticking half-way out of Mrs. Howell's pussy; and Ginger was standing between Gilligan and the Skipper, a cock in each of her hands, jerking them both off. None of them could believe that little Mary Ann could have that much cock inside her. When Mr. Howell thrust in, her stomach distended and they could see just how far up his cock was inside her.

Mary Ann's pussy was utterly and completely stuffed with hard meat, and she lay back on the Professor's chest and basked in the attention. Never in her wildest imagination did she think her cunt could be penetrated by two cocks simultaneously. She was being double-fucked; and loving it. "Oh my God...fuck me...fuck me," she begged.  

Her tits bounced on her sweaty chest, and Mrs. Howell leaned over and began to lick her nipples; first one and then the other. Mr. Howell and the Professor were now fucking Mary Ann as hard and fast as they could; their cocks slamming up into her cunt. With every thrust, they were stretching her pussy to new extremes. Mary Ann had lost track of how many times she had cum; she just knew that she was going to be dehydrated after this. They continued to drive their cocks in and out of her incredibly tight hole as they fucked the beautiful Mary Ann. Mr. Howell had overheard the baby conversation, and out of consideration for his island-mates; when he felt his balls swell, he withdrew his monster cock from Mary Ann's pussy and spewed his fluid on her pale stomach. Feeling her cunt loosen around his cock, the Professor jammed his prick as far up inside Mary Ann as he could, and blasted his seed against her womb. 

Seeing Mr. Howell coat Mary Ann's belly, the Skipper and Gilligan were close to climax, and when Ginger felt them begin to twitch in her hands, she bent down, and one by one took each cock in her mouth. She attempted to swallow every drop as they spewed their cum against the back of her throat. Ginger thoroughly licked each shaft until every drop had disappeared into her mouth. Then she stood, leaned over Mary Ann's prone body and began to lick Mr. Howell's cum off her tummy. The Professor just lay there on the table, his arms wrapped around his new love's soft , naked body; his fingers toying with her hard nipples. Mary Ann could feel the Professor's cock begin to shrivel inside her; and when it did slide out, it was followed by a stream of warm, sticky fluid drooling down between her ass cheeks. She knew her cunt was still stretched wide open, because she could feel the cool air way up inside her. She turned around in his arms to face him, and they kissed each other tenderly.

The Skipper bluntly said, "there is some pie left. I think we should stop for a snack and then get back to it...I know I want some of Mary Ann's pussy. This is my party; remember."

Surprisingly, everyone agreed...even the Professor and Mary Ann. All of the men were quickly regaining their erections; and all of the women still craved a good fucking. If the Professor had consulted his encyclopedia, he would have known that one of the side-effects of the Patchouli berry is that the events experienced while under its influence are not remembered after a sleep period. This would lead to a lot of questions the next morning, and a few months later.



(Hope you enjoyed the story. All feedback is welcome and appreciated.)