****** Gilligan's Island by G-boy ******
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Gilligan's Island


The huts were finally finished, and Professor walked around the deserted isle,
wondering how long they would be there before rescue. He admired the flora and
fauna and determined that the vegetation alone would provide them with plenty
of food. The lagoon was fresh water, so they would have water to drink. But,
NASA was developing the technology to put a man on the moon, and he wanted to
be there for that. He'd worked so hard on developing the rocket fuel they'd
need, but all of his hard work would go unrecognized if he were trapped on this
chunk of rock in the middle of nowhere.

In their hut, Ginger, a B-movie starlet with bright red hair and sultry looks
glanced over at her roommate, Maryanne. The girl, with her short frame, brown
hair tied into two ponytails, and her lush little figure was cute. Her milkmaid
wholesomeness made Ginger feel a little funny whenever she looked at the girl.
Maryanne bent over in her tight denim shorts, and Ginger realized that Miss
Farm Girl wasn't wearing any panties. Her own silk clad crotch dampened and she
quickly turned and finished covering her own cot.

"Skipper, do you think we'll ever get off this island?" Gilligan asked for the
hundredth time.

Skipper set his hat back on his graying hair and looked at the skinny youth in
exasperation. He scratched his fat hairy belly and shrugged.

"What the fuck does it matter, little buddy?" he growled. "Got a hot date
waiting for you back in port? Some little cunt you're itching to get at?"

"Gee, Skipper, you know I don't. Girls? Bleagh!" Gilligan giggled.

"Then shut the fuck up, cunt. We're all trying to figure out a way to get out
of this shit hole," Skipper said and slapped the skinny boy's head with his
skipper cap. "Now, finish making the hammocks, pussy."

"Lovey, I think we'll put the bed over here, and the vanity will go into the
foyer," Thurston Howell, the millionaire said to his hag of a wife.

"Whatever you think is best, dear," his wife, at one time a pretty woman said.

"And, right here, we'll hang the whips, what do you think?" he went on.

"But, if you do that, they won't be within easy reach, darling," Mrs. Howell
pointed out.

"By Jove, you're right, dear! We'll put them here, on the wall," Thurston said.

Professor sat on the edge of his cot. He knew he should be outside, judging
wind currents and average noontime temperature, to help determine their exact
longitude and latitude, but the stifling heat had him beat down. He stripped
off his oxford shirt and khaki trousers, and that seemed to help somewhat.
Outside, Ginger peeked through the slats of his door and gasped. His boxers
were tented out; his cock was easily eight inches long, and very thick. Her
mouth filled with saliva, her silk panties almost dripped honey, and they were
so wet. She quickly retreated to the small hut they'd built as a restroom. She
opened the door and almost passed out from the stench. She'd have to point out
that having the outhouse in direct sunlight wasn't the best place in the world.
But, it had solved one problem. She wasn't so damned horny anymore. She slammed
the flimsy door and walked back to the hut she and Miss Goody Two shoes shared.

Maryanne was also feeling the heat and frustration. She'd stripped completely
nude and was stretched out on top of her cot. Her fitful sleep was punctuated
by visions of her favorite horse, Buck, and his huge cock. Eighteen inches
long, and tree trunk thick, it produced some of the best cream a farm girl
could drink. And his rough tongue! Oh! When he'd swipe it across her tits,
she'd orgasm just from that alone. As she snoozed, her hand slid down to her
hairless mound and she rubbed her swollen cunt lips absently. Ginger watched as
the fleshy buttocks wiggled. Maryanne slept on her belly, but Ginger knew what
that hidden hand was doing. She wondered, for the hundredth time, whether Farm
Girl would eat pussy. She pulled her own gown off, dropped her sticky panties
to the floor and crawled into her own cot. Two fingers plunged into her red
bush and her other hand tweaked and pulled her small nipples. She stifled the
scream as she came hard.

"But, darling, it's too hot!" Mrs. Howell complained.

"Silence, bitch! Did I give you permission to speak?" Thurston thundered and
brought the riding crop down across her sagging breasts.

She groaned as another orgasm ripped through her and the riding crop slashed
again and again.

"Did I?" he yelled again.

"No, darling, you didn't," she groaned.

"Now, for that, you must be punished," he smiled. "Assume the punishment
position."

She turned and bent at the waist. Her long fingernails pulled her wrinkled butt
cheeks apart and she bit down on her lower lip as the riding crop slashed into
her hanging pussy lips. She almost fell from the force of the orgasm that
jolted through her. Roughly, he shoved the handle of the crop deep into her
open anus, and she grunted. His three-inch erection jabbed into her open,
dripping pussy, and she endured his fifteen seconds of ragged thrusts. She
gasped and pretended to have another orgasm as he dribbled his thin spurts into
her. She missed the chef, the gardeners, and the big black chauffeur at home
and prayed that they'd get off this fucking rock before she killed little dick
in a sexual frenzy.

"Gee, Skipper, the coconut lube Professor made for you gets sticky fast,
doesn't it?" Gilligan asked.

"Shut up, bitch," Skipper grunted and thrust his short fat cock into the
youth's clutching ass.

With a groan he emptied his fat balls into the sweetest, tightest ass he'd ever
fucked. He greedily gobbled Gilligan's long, thin cock into his throat and
milked the boy dry. Then he took Gilligan's shirttail and wiped his sticky cock
clean. Gilligan happily pulled up his tight white slacks and climbed into his
hammock.

"Have a nice nap, Skipper," he called down into the lower hammock.

"You too, little fuck buddy," Skipper said.

"You sure do suck a mean cock," Gilligan giggled.

"You sure do have a tight pussy," Skipper guffawed.

Professor woke up and slipped into his clothing again. He walked around to the
other huts, but there was no sound coming from any of them, except for the
Howells'. Gentle snoring could be heard, and he smiled. In spite of their
earlier fears and frustrations, the seven passengers of the SS Minnow seemed to
be adapting to the tropical climate. He picked a few mangos and ate the sticky
fruit. He mused that this one looked just like a breast, like Ginger's nice
sized mounds. Or, like the little one, what's her name? Maryanne. His cock
began to swell in his pants, as he thought of fucking one of them, hard. He'd
have to develop condoms, or birth control pills from the natural resources
available. He wanted to fuck one, or both of them, but didn't want to risk
pregnancy. As soon as a woman got knocked up, she seemed to expect commitment,
monogamy. He should know. Back in the States, there were three women looking
for him. That's why he fled to Hawaii. The silly little tour seemed like a good
idea at the time, especially when he saw Ginger getting on the small craft.
He'd planned to seduce her, then a quick fuck and he'd be on the next plane to
Houston before she even discovered what his name was. Then Maryanne had
clambered aboard, and he thought of a threesome, but, trapped on this island,
there'd be no escaping the bitches if they got themselves in the duff. He
spotted the Skipper, that fat ass tub of lard, leaning against a tree, and he
walked over.

"Hey, Skipper, what you doing?" he called out.

"Taking a piss," Skipper grunted and shook his fat cock dry.

"Well, why aren't you using the outhouse for that?" Professor wrinkled his
nose.

"Have you smelled that shit hole?" Skipper grumbled. "I almost passed out from
the smell."

"Holy cow! I see what you mean!" Professor exclaimed and slammed the door shut.

That night, after a coconut and mango dinner, they discussed the problem. The
solution was to have a bucket put in there, instead of a hole in the sand, and
someone would have to empty it every morning and evening.

"I volunteer Maryanne," Thurston said.

"Me? Why me?" Maryanne squeaked.

"You're a farm girl, you're used to outhouses and the smell of manure," he
sneered.

"You should be used to the smell of manure, too, you're so full of shit,"
Ginger snapped in defense of her roommate.

"Manure!" Professor crowed. "That's it! We'll use the offal matter as manure."

"How dare you tell my husband he's full of shit?" Mrs. Howell screeched.

"Oh, fuck you, douche bag," Ginger hissed.

"Oh! Well I never!" Mrs. Howell gasped.

"Bull shit," Ginger smirked. "The stretch marks around your mouth say you have,
and plenty."

"Ginger!" Maryanne giggled. "You've got a potty mouth."

"I'll take care of the waste product," Professor declared. "I've always been
fascinated with the recycling process, and this is as controlled an environment
as you can get."

Thus decided, the castaways called it a night. Gilligan kneeled and lovingly
applied the coconut lubricant to Skipper's fat cock. After the cock was all
greasy, he lay on his back. He cooed and sighed happily as Skipper rammed his
cock into his bony ass. Skipper happily thrust in and out of the tight hotness
and cruelly pinched Gilligan's nipples. With a powerful heave, he shot his
thick cream deep into Gilligan's bowels and collapsed. Gilligan squealed and
grunted under the large man's bulk, but he enjoyed the closeness, and shoved
his tongue into Skipper's mouth. When Skipper regained his breath, he kissed
his way down to Gilligan's throbbing cock and gobbled it down. Within seconds,
Gilligan's load gurgled down Skipper's throat.

"Good night, Skipper," Gilligan called down.

"Good night, little fuck buddy," Skipper called up.

"So, what do you do on a farm for fun?" Ginger asked.

"You mean, besides fucking my three brothers and my dad?" Maryanne asked. " I'd
milk the cows, suck the bull and my horse off, and see if I could get one of
the hounds to lick my cunt. That's about it, really."

"You fucked your daddy and your three brothers?" Ginger gasped in shock. "And
do it with animals, too?"

"Well, yeah, it was my job, when Mom died, I had to take care of the men. It's
a woman's place, you know," Maryanne shrugged. "My baby sister was too young,
she's only fourteen."

"At fourteen, I was fucking my fifth director," Ginger said. "And my seventh
leading man."

"Yeah, well, Annmarie isn't a total slut B-movie actress, you know?" Maryanne
huffed. "But, I'll give her this. If she sucks cock anything like she eats
pussy, she's taking good care of Dad and the boys while I'm stuck here."

"How about you?" Ginger asked breathlessly.

"How about me what?" Maryanne asked.

"Do you eat pussy anything like you suck cock?" Ginger husked.

"Actually," Maryanne hesitated.

"Yes?" Ginger asked.

"Yeah, I do. I love the taste of cunt almost as much as sperm, but I could
never do it with anyone outside of my family! That would be wrong, wouldn't
it?" she asked in innocence.

"Listen, while we're stuck here, we'll pretend we're sisters, all right?"
Ginger said.

"Oh! All right!" Maryanne giggled.

"And, we'll do whatever sisters do, all right?" Ginger breathed heavily.

"Okay. Are you the big sister or the baby sister?" Maryanne asked.

"The big sister, of course," Ginger smiled.

"Oh, okay," Maryanne happily agreed.

"Now, little sister, come eat big sister's pussy," Ginger ordered and straddled
Maryanne's face.

She used Maryanne's ponytails as handles and pulled the farm girl's face into
her cunt. Maryanne eagerly slurped at the juices that ran out of the bright red
thicket and lapped at the heavy lips and large clitoris that dangled in front
of her. With a shriek, Ginger filled Maryanne's mouth with her thick
ejaculation. Maryanne slowed her pace and cleaned 'big sister' thoroughly.

"My turn," Maryanne declared, and with strength from years of hard labor,
pinned Ginger's head between her plump thighs.

Ginger hesitated at first, then carefully stuck out her tongue. The smooth
hairless mound and the sweet pink lips released their intoxicating aroma, and
she began to delve into the sweet hot pussy before her. Maryanne came when
Ginger shoved two fingers deep into her hot little cunt, and Ginger lovingly
licked every drop she could get.

Thurston cuddled with his teddy bear while Mrs. Howell cuddled with a phallus
she'd made out of a large bamboo trunk. She lovingly hugged it to her sore
nipples and dreamed of it spurting loads of hot white come all over her face
and chest. Maybe she'd even let the faceless man with the large smooth shaft
piss all over her whipped flesh. She groaned in her sleep as she dreamed of not
just one large cock spraying her painful welts, but two or three at once. In
her sleep, her tongue extended as she tried to catch the streams of hot urine.

"Now, the average human digestive cycle takes thirty six hours, and we've been
here for twelve days, seventeen hours, which means the body has had time to
adjust to the new diet," Professor mused. "So, the average waste output should
be no more than three hundred grams per day. Unless we supplement it with fresh
fish, seawater for cooking, then we can expect to increase the metabolism by
one-point four hundred grams. So, their asses should be just about ready for a
good reaming. Now, factor in the normal reproductive cycle, and Maryanne won't
be fertile for another fifteen days. Ginger, however, has eighteen days left on
her schedule. So, fuck the farm girl first, get her out of the way, and then
bang the bombshell. During their fertile period, ass fuck the hell out of them
both."

"Oh, that's good," Maryanne moaned as Ginger slowly suckled each large nipple,
then worked her way down to the hairless cunt. "Oh, yeah. Get each lip, baby."

Ginger sucked each lip into her mouth and gently ran a tongue alone the length
of each one. Then she delved her tongue into the hot depths. She coaxed the
clitoris from under its hood and sucked it like a little penis. Maryanne
shuddered in orgasm, and grabbed handfuls of Ginger's teased red hair.

"Now, your turn," Ginger cooed, and squatted over Maryanne's smiling face.

"Oh, oh, I have to piss," she giggled, and released a hot acrid stream into
Maryanne's mouth. "That's it, baby, don't spill a drop now."

They heard Gilligan ring the ship's bell, and leisurely dressed for breakfast.
Gilligan had found some bird eggs, and they were treated to scrambled eggs for
breakfast. After breakfast the men all hid in the bushes and watched as the
women showered. The castaways had rigged a large tub of rainwater and some
hollow bamboo stalks, to make a shower of sorts. Skipper and Gilligan watched,
as they didn't want the others to suspect that they were fucking each other,
but Gilligan did notice that looking at Mrs. Howell was giving him a stiff one.
She looked so much like his grandmother, the only one in his family that didn't
treat him like an idiot. The fact that she was blind and deaf may have had
something to do with it, but he loved spending time with her and masturbating
as he spied on her changing clothes, bathing, or just going to the bathroom.
They all watched as Ginger dragged her razor through her forest of red hair,
shaving her cunt as smooth as Maryanne's.

"What a fucking shame," Professor muttered. "I wanted to see my cock jamming in
that red bush."

"Yeah, really," Skipper agreed. "But, baby smooth pussy is good too."

"Yeah, but why have red if you're not going to sport it?" Thurston said.

"Maryanne's cute, too," Skipper said.

"Yeah, and that ass! I'd love to corn hole her 'til she screams," Professor
sighed.

"Yeah, I'll bet it's almost as tight as mine," Gilligan said, which got him
stares from the Professor and Mr. Howell, and a head slap from Skipper's cap.

"Oh, hey, look, if you two are fruit, that's cool," Professor said
reassuringly.

"Oh, absolutely!" Thurston agreed. "Our chef at home is a fucking fudge packer,
but we love him anyway."

"Well, yeah, we are," Skipper blushed and nodded.

"What's a fudge packer?" Gilligan asked.

"The one that places his penis into the other's anal cavity," Professor
explained.

"Huh?" Gilligan said.

"I'm the fudge packer, you're the cunt," Skipper growled.

"Oh! The shit sticker!" Gilligan said.

"I wonder if Maryanne knows what a fudge packer is," Professor laughed as they
watched the women jiggle under the cold spray.

"Mrs. Howell does," Thurston bragged.

"Yeah? Does she go in for water sports too?" Professor asked.

"Oh, she's been known to drink her fair share of piss," Thurston laughed.

"They're watching us again," Maryanne grumbled.

"Oh, those boys are so silly," Mrs. Howell complained.

"Let's give them something to watch," Ginger suggested.

"Like what?" Maryanne asked.

"Let me eat you," Ginger begged.

"Okay," Maryanne giggled, and spread her legs wide.

The men watched in fascination as Ginger knelt in front of Maryanne and began
to lick her pussy. Mrs. Howell, not to be left out, begun to rub Ginger's
slender buttocks, then shoved a finger into the actress's smooth cunt. Within
moments, her entire hand was shoving in and out of Ginger's stretched twat.
Mrs. Howell then lay down on the rock shelf and both Maryanne and Ginger
sprayed her with twin streams of hot piss.

In the bushes, Skipper had Gilligan's pants down around his knees and was
thrusting in and out of his clutching ass. Professor and Mr. Howell both face
fucked the skinny boy. Mr. Howell shot off in moments, but Professor's thick
eight inches wormed down Gilligan's twitching throat. With a groan, he and
Skipper shot off deep into either end of Gilligan. Gilligan caught his own
spurts into the palm of his hand and lapped his cram up.

"We're finished, boys!" Ginger called out. "You can take your shower now."

With guilty looks, the men came out of their hiding place and stood under the
rigged up shower. Gilligan dropped the coconut soap and bent over to pick it
up. With a chortle, Skipper rammed his cock up the unsuspected ass hole.
Gilligan gasped and groaned in pleasure as he took the fat cock for the second
time that morning. Professor decided another face fuck was in order and lined
up his throbbing cock. Gilligan took it and all three groaned in pleasure as
they shot their wads. Mr. Howell looked on sadly; his cock just wouldn't rise
to the occasion.

"Gilligan, you are a pussy," Professor groaned as he wiped his dripping cock
all over Gilligan's face.

"Tell me about it," Skipper groaned and pulled his slimy cock out of Gilligan's
hot hole. "I only had to rape him twice in the ship's head before he started
coming to me for his daily cock treat."

Lunch consisted of mango and palm salad and coconut bread, and the seven
castaways went to snooze off the noon heat. Professor stayed up and mixed his
latest formula, an airborne aphrodisiac. He quickly worked it into some beeswax
and made a candle. He slunk down to the girls' cabin and listened quietly. No
sound. He looked around, then slipped in and stuck the candle on the
candleholder between the two cots. Just as quietly, he slipped out again and
returned to his own cottage.

Gilligan managed to trap a large bird and they had a real treat for supper. The
talk was lively, and Skipper and he jerked each other off underneath the table.
On the other side, Maryanne sat primly as Ginger's fingers plumbed her pussy.
Mrs. Howell wondered if Thurston knew that she had a bamboo stick shoved up her
hairy box. Thurston wondered if Lovey knew that he had a large bamboo stick
firmly imbedded in his rectum. Professor, while enjoying the meal, wished it
would end and the girls would retire to their hut. Instead, they stayed up and
played a few hands of poker. Finally, Ginger announced that she was tired, and
she and Maryanne left. Both Howells got to their feet stiffly, and Gilligan and
Skipper offered to clean up. Professor walked off as if he were going to his
cabin, but walked around to the back of the girls' cabin. The soft flicker of
the candle glowed through the loose frond wall. He listened to the girls'
chatter.

"Well, I don't know what else to do," Maryanne grumbled. "I mean, you eat pussy
like a good dog should, but I want some cock."

"Well, why don't you just ask him to fuck you?" Ginger said. "I mean, we've
been here for almost two weeks now, unless he's ass fucking that little fairy
Gilligan, he's probably ready to bust. I could go for some good cock myself."

"I like this candle. Smells nice. Where'd you get it?" Maryanne asked as she
pinched Ginger's small nipples.

"Me? I thought you got it," Ginger groaned and sucked one of Maryanne's large
nipples into her mouth.

"Nope. Maybe one of the boys brought it by," Maryanne mused and delved two
fingers into Ginger's dripping cunt.

"Mm-hmm," Ginger moaned and sucked harder.

"Damn, I wish you had a cock," Maryanne moaned.

"She doesn't, but I do," Professor announced and stripped his khaki trousers
off.

"Me first! Me first!" both girls cried out.

"Gee, Skipper, I like that," Gilligan gasped as Skipper licked the last of the
coconut cream pie from his balls.

"Mm-hmm," Skipper moaned and engulfed Gilligan's length.

"No, fuck me first," Gilligan wheezed.

Skipper stood up and spread Gilligan's legs. The dining table was at the right
height and he entered the bony bottom easily. Gilligan wrapped his legs around
his lover's ample girth and pulled him in deep. The table rocked and shook as
Skipper picked up speed.

"Lovey, you've been a bad little slut, haven't you," Thurston demanded.

"Yes, darling," Mrs. Howell agreed.

He kicked the base of her homemade dildo and she gasped as it drove into her
innards. He grabbed her head of curly white blonde hair and thrust his shaky
erection into her open mouth. She gasped and gurgled as he pissed into her
throat. Viciously, he kicked the base of her dildo again and again and she
grunted in painful orgasm. His own orgasm followed and he slapped her face
furiously.

"You are such a filthy little slut," he hissed.

"Yes, Thurston," she agreed.

"Just for being such a dirty whore, you will have to sleep with that, that,
thing up your ass, all night long," he ordered.

"Thank you, darling," she submitted.

"Now, let's see if we can help Lovey take her new toy," he purred and pulled it
out of her gaping cunt. "Oh, it's pretty wet, bend over."

She squealed as it was thrust deeply into her.

"Oh, God, it's splitting me in half," Maryanne grunted as Professor shoved his
cock into her bowels.

"Shut up and eat me," Ginger ordered.

"You heard her, fuck toy, get to work," Professor chortled.

He knew his second shot wouldn't be long in coming, not the way Maryanne's ass
muscles kept trying to push his cock out of her backside. His first load oozed
out of Ginger's hot pussy, and Maryanne avidly licked it up. He watched
Ginger's mounds jiggle, and planned to tit fuck her as soon as he was finished
with this hot ass. He held on to Maryanne's hips tightly and really began to
fuck her hard. With a grunt, he shot his load deep into Maryanne's ass, and
slapped both jiggling cheeks as he pulled out.

"Okay, who's next?" he asked, as he used Ginger's discarded panties to wipe the
shit from his dick.

"No more," Maryanne whined as her rectum quivered and burned from the rough
treatment.

"That's enough cock for one night," Ginger agreed. "Go away now, we'll see you
tomorrow night."

"Didn't make the candle strong enough," Professor mused as he returned to his
cabin.

The next morning, he was working on the formula, mixing and measuring, when
Skipper knocked at his door.

"Hey, Professor, this coconut lube isn't doing the job. My little buddy's ass
is getting all chapped," Skipper said as he entered the cabin.

"Oh, well, I'll get to it, first thing," Professor said.

"Hey, what's that you're working on?" Skipper said as he sniffed the air.

"It's an aphrodisiac," Professor admitted.

"Well, it seems to be working," Skipper agreed. "I ever tell you how cute you
look in those khakis?"

"Um, hey, Skipper, I ain't like that, okay?" Professor said.

"Yeah? That's the same shit Gilligan said the first time I reamed his rowboat.
Now, the little bitch can't get enough of my oar," Skipper said as he advanced
on Professor.

Swiftly, the large man had Professor bent over his desk, pants around his
ankles. He grabbed a dollop of coconut lube and smeared it on Professor's
tightly clenched ass hole.

"Here, let me show you what I mean, this fuck grease ain't doing the job," he
guffawed, and rammed his cock into Professor's squirming rectum.

"Ah!" Professor moaned in agony.

"Oh, you're tight! What a tight shit hole you've got! Make a good bitch out of
you!" Skipper groaned and began fucking Professor hard.

His nose firmly pressed against the aphrodisiac formula he had created for the
girls didn't help ease the absolute agony his ass was experiencing. Skipper
gripped his hips and really began to pound his raw shit chute. With relief, he
felt the hot spunk gush into his bowels, and knew his torment was over.

"Oh bitch, you got some pussy juice on my cock," Skipper taunted, and shoved
his smelly cock into Professor's unexpecting mouth. "Clean it for me, twat."

Professor was thoroughly humiliated as he sucked the Skipper's slimy cock
clean, and felt like throwing up when Skipper shot another load into his mouth.
Skipper slapped his face and laughed as he sauntered out of the hut.

Mrs. Howell was in ecstasy. She'd been out exploring, and really had to piss.
So, she simply squatted in the middle of the trail, eased her panties aside,
and went. Then Gilligan had popped up, and she was at first startled, then
angry as she watched him watch her and stroke his long thin cock. The silly boy
had begged to clean her piss hole for her, and she let him squat and lick her
hairy hole clean of piss. But he didn't stop there! He also licked her puckered
ass hole clean, and was now getting it soiled again as he plowed her hungry ass
with his thin tool. Oh, but it reached all the way in! She pushed her wrinkled
ass back against him and urged him on. She squealed as he clumsily grabbed her
sagging tits, covered as they were in welts. She took the parasol she was
carrying and folded it. She eased the tip of it to her gaping cunt and shoved
it in her hole. With a sob, Gilligan loosed his thin stream of come into her
ass hole, and she joined him in a sobbing orgasm.

Thurston watched as Ginger and Maryanne swam in the lagoon. The two nubile
mermaids played with each other and squealed in delight. Oh, how he wished to
whip their perky tits until they bled. Then, he'd fuck them until they screamed
for mercy. Maryanne would get it first; those large nipples were driving him
crazy. He stroked himself and dumped his load into his saggy shorts.

"Let's go back to the hut," Ginger suggested. "I want to eat some farm pussy."

"Let's do sixty-nine," Maryanne suggested. "You're not the only one hungry for
cunt."

Squealing and giggling, they got out of the lagoon and ran for their hut, their
naked bodies glistening. Thurston shrugged and went looking for his wife. The
dirty old slut would have a little dick coming her way.

Professor found it difficult to walk, as his backside was sore. Skipper watched
him and guffawed. Gillligan and Mrs. Howell returned, her lips still smeared
from sucking Gilligan's cock clean. A flushed Thurston soon joined the
castaways, and the five sat and listened to Maryanne and Ginger as the girls
ate each other out in the privacy of their hut.

"So, Skipper, you think we'll ever get off this island?" Gilligan asked.

"What the hell does it matter, little bitch buddy?" Skipper asked. "We've got
food, water, and plenty of holes to fuck."

"You know, Skipper, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you planned this whole
shipwreck thing, just to get us all here," Thurston observed.

Ginger and Maryanne slept in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Neither one of
them noticed Professor as he silently put the new candle into the candleholder.
All they knew was, when they woke up in the twilight and lighted it, they
wanted Professor's dick. Skipper and Gilligan also lighted the candle that
Skipper had swiped from Professor's desk, and both wanted Professor's ass. The
girls cabin was the scene of carnal lust that night. Professor's cock was deep
within Ginger's hot cunt, while Maryanne's mound was being slurped at by
Ginger. Professor's aching ass received Gilligan's shaft, while Skipper
plundered Gilligan's butt. Skipper's nuts were being licked by Mrs. Howell,
while her husband whipped her sagging tits. Maryanne opened her mouth wide in
time to catch Mr. Howell's spraying spunk.

None of them noticed the large ocean liner a few hundred feet from shore.

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