http://www.mrdouble.com From richard.dunstan@indiefilm.comTue Jul 16 18:15:48 1996 Date: Tue, 16 JUL 1996 09:37:42 GMT From: Richard Dunstan Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Gilligan MahShuKah 2/3 Gilligan Mahshukah part 2 Gilligan had never had much trouble sleeping and, even in his current state of anxiety, he was soon falling fast asleep. As he faded off, the image of the head on the totem pole continued to plague him, and although there was none in the original episode (but then again, there was no SEX in the original episode either), he began to detect the wavy images and tinkling music of an upcoming dream sequence. He could feel the bamboo crown of the totem pole head on his own head and his torso was covered with a reed breastplate. Around his hips was the grass skirt of a native and his wrists and ankles were adorned by brightly colored bird feathers. He could feel and smell the warpaint which covered his face and body as he lurked in a cover of jungle shrubbery. He listened, and could hear a voice approaching. "Here we go gathering nuts in May, nuts in May, nuts in May." It was the sweet and innocent voice of Mary Ann as she skipped down the jungle path carrying a basket of fruit. She was dressed in Gilligan's favorite outfit: her short, almost bare shouldered, yellow halter top and her short denim cut-offs, cut just short enough to show the slight curve of her buttocks where they met with her delectable thighs. Missing was the rise in front that usually hid her bellybutton, which now winked at him from above her tight shorts reminding him of a sweet lifesaver candy ready to be licked. The sight of her made his mouth water and his stomach rumble, and as she passed him he sprang on her from his jungle cover like a pouncing leopard. "Eeak", she screamed and dropped the basket of fruit. He grabbed her and dragged her over to a nearby stake. "Oh, kind sir! You have such a kind face. How can I talk you out of doing this horrible deed!" she pleaded as he pushed her up against the stake and started to tie her hands to the stake with some jungle vines. "Oh, please! Do not harm me cannibal!" she begged, as he tightened the vines around her lithe body. He started a dance around her, and as he did so he heard a chorus of drums begin to beat a sensual rhythm. Turning around, he saw two large cooking pots nearby, one taller and narrower, the other a little shorter and wider. He stooped to pick up the fruit that Mary Ann had dropped and, walking over to the shorter pot, he threw it in. Picking up a large spoon he stirred the water in the pot, and scooped up a small amount of it which he brought to his lips to taste. It tasted like hot water. "Needs salt," he said, and grabbing a handful of salt from a nearby box he dropped it into the steaming water and tasted it again. This time it tasted just like onion soup. He also discovered that he now had a bone in his nose. Turning around again he looked over at Mary Ann. He wasn't sure how she'd gotten there (but one doesn't question a dream, especially if you're Gilligan) but Ginger was now tied to a stake right next to Mary Ann. Ginger was dressed in her two-piece pink floral sarong. Her shoulders and midriff were bare, and one creamy white leg protruded from the slit in the lower part the sarong which covered her from her ankles to her 24 inch waist. Next to her stood a long-haired, muscle-bound cannibal warrior who was pinching the meat on her voluptuous thigh. Ginger struggled half-heartedly against her bonds as the warrior moved his hands to feel her ample white belly. Concluding the caress, he licked his fingers. "I can't believe it's not butter!" the hunkish warrior exclaimed in a funny Italian accent. Gilligan strode toward the bound Mary Ann feeling very much like the Cannibal King, and walked up to inspect his catch. Looking down at her feet, which were bare, he brought his gaze up to her delicate ankles, and then to her firm, trim and tanned legs and lingered his gaze a while at her equally firm, yet plump and curvy thighs. Letting his gaze scan up past her tight-fitting shorts, he drank in the sight of her perfect, flat tummy. He had lost count of how many times he had looked at that tummy before and how many times he had secretly fantasized about sticking his tongue into her tiny, deep navel. Above her belly he could see her nipples poking out through the fabric of her yellow halter top, and the cleavage of her small, pert breasts above the lace ruffles at the elastic edge. Her brown chest and shoulders ended at the bottom of her long tapering neck, above which was her innocent angelic face surrounded by jet-black hair; braided into pig-tails. Gilligan smacked his lips at the sight and poked her gently on her perfect tummy. He had to know her taste, and this was the place to do it. He got down onto his knees, and unfastened the button on her shorts. Pulling aside the flaps as he unzipped her shorts, he leaned forward and plunged his tongue into her waiting navel. She moaned and wiggled as he licked her tummy in long, random sweeps. The taste reminded him of roast beef au jus, which Mary Ann's golden brown coloring had always reminded him of. Standing back up Gilligan licked his lips again. "UNGAWA!" he said with a big smile while rubbing his belly, although he had no idea what the word meant or why he said it. Now he turned his attention to Ginger. As Mary Ann was petite and dark, Ginger was tall, voluptuous and light. Her long red hair fell about her pale white shoulders and her pink sarong top barely contained her large, soft breasts. "Oh Gilligan, you wouldn't do anything to me, would you? We've always been friends, Gilligan" she said in a pleading, but still characteristically sensuous voice. Gilligan did not answer. All he could do was to stare at those breasts. He had always wanted to feast his eyes on them, and now he would. Reaching out with his left hand, he grabbed hold of the fabric encasing his prize, and he gave it a firm pull. The sarong top fell away easily and Ginger's breasts fell free. They were white as buttermilk, with rosebud pink nipples at the tips. Gilligan reached out his hands to stroke them. They felt soft and velvety in his hands. They were large, and more than a mouthful, so he opened his mouth wide and wrapped his jaws around one of Ginger's milky-white globes. He sucked it in as far as he could get it to go, and swirled his tongue around her translucent titty-flesh. Her breast tasted like vanilla ice- cream, with a sweet maraschino cherry on top. He squeezed her other breast with his hand as he licked around the one. Switching, he moved his mouth to the other breast, which had now picked up an added flavor of whipped cream. He slid his tongue down the crease in the middle of her belly, which tasted like white chocolate, down to her navel. Pressing his tongue deep into Ginger's bellybutton, he could taste one of Mary Ann's coconut-cream pies. As he tongued Ginger's bellybutton, he ran his hands up her legs under the sarong. From sensuous calves to tender thighs to... ... He felt the soft down of her bush. Removing his tongue from Ginger's navel he pulled aside the flaps of the sarong, and as he did so he saw a flash of red. In seeming anticipation of what was coming next, Ginger raised her legs and wrapped them around Gilligan's head. He licked his lips in preparation for the next taste treat and closed his eyes, ready to take the plunge into that delightful patch of strawberry colored fur. He brought up his hands and grabbed hold of Ginger's sensual thighs, but... Something was wrong. He felt... HAIR! Gilligan opened his eyes and fell backward out of the grip of Ginger's legs, and looking up he saw that Ginger was gone. In her place was a tall, thin man with a moustache. "Hey, Waddaya think YOU'RE doing!" the man said in a familiar voice. "What are ya, some kinda wise guy?" Gilligan turned his head, and tied to the next stake where Mary Ann should have been was a short, plump man dressed in jungle khakis and a pith helmet. "You've been a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad boy!" said the man in a high pitched, whiny voice. Gilligan woke up screaming. End of Part 2