Chapter 2

Lovey wrapped her lips around the banana, drawing it into her mouth sensually.

The Skipper's jaw dropped, and he stared, watching her fellate the banana.

The Professor dropped to his knees in front of Mary Ann, and untied the knot in her blouse. It dropped open, revealing her lovely, firm breasts and dark brown nipples.

He took first one, then the other nipple between his lips, tickling the tip of each with his tongue and sucking gently.

She ran her fingers through his hair, her head tilted back, her eyes closed.

Ginger dropped her hands to Gilligan's waist, and untied his drawstring pants. They fell to the sand.

She wrapped her fingers around his erection, and whispered in his ear, "Is this what you brought me here to see?"

Gilligan gulped, and nodded.

Ginger dropped to her knees and sat back on her heels. She turned his dick to the left, to the right, then up and down, examining it from all angles.

She looked up and smiled. "Gilligan, I think it's a penis."

Lovey finished her banana, the Skipper still staring, his hands shaking.

She reached across the table and gripped his hand.

"Come on," she whispered.

"M-m-mrs. H-h-howell," he stammered.

"Lovey... please," she smiled.

"I-I-I don't think that..."

"Shhhh," she whispered. "Don't worry about Thurston. Listen. You can still hear him snore."

She stood up and pulled the Skipper to his feet, and led him down the pathway into the jungle.

Ginger wrapped her lips around the end of Gilligan's cock, swirling her tongue around his cockhead.

Gilligan moaned, unconsciously bucking his hips, pushing his penis further into her mouth.

"Easy, now, Gilligan," she said, gripping him firmly. She applied her lips and tongue to his cock again, cupping his balls with one hand, a firm grip on his shaft with the other.

Mary Ann moaned softly as the Professor kissed his way down her belly, pushing his tongue into her navel. His hands worked gently at her shorts, unbuttoning them. They slid down her legs, and she stepped out of them.

She dropped her open blouse off her shoulders and stood naked in the moonlight. The Professor sat back on his heels, looking at her.

She turned, slowly. "Like what you see?"

"Prettiest girl on the island."

"Hummph. That's not saying much."

"Prettiest girl I've ever seen."

"That's better." She leaned over and kissed his lips. "Now it's your turn. Stand up."

He scrambled to his feet. Mary Ann unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped it back over his shoulders. She ran her hands down his hairless chest and down his belly. She unfastened his trousers, and let them drop. Then she pulled his boxer shorts down over his ass, and they joined his other clothing on the ground. He stepped out of his shoes as he freed his feet from his pants, his penis erect and throbbing.

"Last one in's a rotten egg," she said, and dashed for the pool.

The Professor wasn't far behind her. They hit the water at the same time, spashing into the cold water. They dove down, kissing under water, then broke the surface in an embrace, their feet just touching bottom as their heads bobbed at the surface. They held each other tightly.

Gilligan tugged off his shirt and cap, and stepped out of his pants. Ginger stood up and turned around.

"Unzip me," she said.

Gilligan fumbled for the zipper pull, then worked it slowly down her back. The dress opened up, revealing her bare back -- no bra straps. The zipper ended just at the crack of her ass.

She shrugged out of the dress facing away from her, and let it drop slowly. Gilligan stared at her ass, so round, so firm, so fully packed. He reached out and caressed it, gently, his hands shaking.

Mary Ann wrapped her legs around the Professor's hips, clinging to him in the water. As they kissed, she worked herself up him, until the tip of his penis was just at the entrance to her pussy. She lowered herself on him, taking his thick cock fully inside her.

The Professor stood in the water, marvelling at how the differential in ambient temperature between the aqua pura and Mary Ann's internal vaginal temperature...

What the hell... the cold water made her cunt feel even hotter.

He gripped her tighter.

Lovey and the Skipper found a small clearing in the jungle and sat down. Lovey wrapped her arms around the Skipper's neck and kissed him gently on the lips.

He hesitated a moment, then returned the kiss. She opened her mouth, and his tongue danced inside.

She slid over into his lap, running one hand over his barrel chest, outside his shirt.

Ginger turned around, giving Gilligan a good look at her firm, pink-nippled breasts, and the red-haired patch below. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him again.

They sank to their knees on the sandy beach. She pushed Gilligan backwards, and he lay on his back. She moved quickly into a sixty-nine position on top of him, lowering her pussy over his face, as she drew his penis between her lips.

Gilligan dove in greedlily, fastening his lips around her clit, stroking it with his tongue. He reached up, grabbing the white globes of her asscheeks, clinging to them as she moved sensually.

She took his full length into her mouth, deep-throating him. Gilligan moaned.

Mary Ann and the Professor worked their way back to the edge of the pool, and the Professor climbed out, Mary Ann still wrapped around him.

He staggered a few feet, his cock firmly held inside her pussy. He dropped to his knees, and gently lowered her to the ground.

She released her grip on his hips, and he began to take slow, deep strokes. She met each stroke with a tilt of her pelvis, rubbing her clit against his shaft.

Lovey unbuttoned her blouse, letting it drop off her shoulders. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and shrugged out of it.

She grasped the Skipper's shaking hands, and placed them on her breasts. His fingers found her nipples, and as he twisted them between his fingers, she kissed his lips again.

She pushed him gently backwards, until he lay on the soft grass. She knelt between his legs, and unfastened his pants. She reached inside, and wrapped her fingers around his growing penis. Her fingers did not reach all the way around it.

He lifted his hips, and she slid his pants down, and maneuvering around, managed to get them down his legs and off, taking his shoes with them. She knelt again between his legs, and licked his penis, which was too big to take into her mouth. She cupped his balls in one hand, gently massaging them as she worked over his huge cockhead with her lips and tongue.

Ginger's body shook as she neared orgasm. Gilligan was nothing if not diligent in his efforts at her clit. She sat back a little, pressing her cunt against his jaw and tongue, keeping a firm grip on his penis.

She started to come, her orgasm beginning at her clit, radiating through her body in a warm rush.

As her contractions ended, she slid off his face, and turned to kiss his lips, tasting her own juices on his mouth.

The Professor rolled over onto his back, pulling Mary Ann over on top of him. She sat up, impaling herself on his cock. She sat there, making small circles, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone and base of his cock.

She could feel little contractions beginning in her pussy, and reached down to stroke her clit. He pushed her hands aside, and using his thumbs, made circular motions over her clit.

Mary Ann tilted her head back, her eyes closed, her breasts thrust forward, a lovely sight for the Professor.

Her cunt clamped down on him as she climaxed, her body quivering with the force of her orgasm.

Lovey stood up and unfastened her skirt, allowing it to drop to the ground. As the Skipper watched interestedly, she turned, and pulled her panties down over her ass, giving him a view not only of her asshole but a good look at her pussy.

Now naked, she turned again towards him, stepping over his legs, and squatting over his hips. His huge cock stood up in front of her dark pubic hair. She wrapped both hands around his cock, and stroked gently, as he reached up to tweak her nipples with his fingers.

She raised herself up and forward, guiding his penis to the entrance to her cunt. She lowered herself, breathing deeply as his cockhead forced her cuntlips aside, pushing slowly inside her.

Mary Ann began to move again, pushing herself up and down with her legs. The Professor reached up and took hold of her breasts, rolling her erect nipples with his thumbs.

He neared orgasm. He moved his hands from her breasts to her shoulders, and pulled her on top of him. He kissed her lips, as his balls exploded, pumping spurt after spurt into her hot, waiting pussy.

Ginger lay back on the sand. Gilligan scrambled up between her legs, and kissed his way up her body, pausing briefly to suck on her pink nipples.

She pulled him to her, and kissed his mouth, her tongue slipping through their lips. She reached down and guided his cock into her dripping pussy.

He began slow, easy strokes, her legs wrapped around his, her feet just behind his knees.

Gilligan neared orgasm, and pushed himself deeply into Ginger's cunt. Ginger slid her legs up around his hips, holding him inside her as he started to ejacualte.

He collapsed on top of her and they breathed heavily together.

The Skipper was breathing heavily, too, as Lovey continued to lower herself on his huge shaft.

Lovey moaned softly, allowing her body to adjust to the Skipper's size. She was lubricating freely, which was making it easier for the Skipper's cock to slide inside her.

She reached the bottom of his shaft. She sat still a moment, savoring the sensation of being completely filled up. He was the size of her fullback in college, and that brought back some lovely memories.

The Skipper was caressing her breasts, rolling his thumbs over her nipples. She tilted her head back, arching her back, pressing her tits into his hands. She reached down and stroked her clit, pressing it between her fingers and his penis. She shivered with pleasure.

She raised herself just a bit, allowing the Skipper's cock to slide out about two inches, then lowered herself again. The movement was getting easier. She did it again, and again, picking up a little speed, holding her clit against his penis.

"Nnnnngh," the Skipper moaned, and clasped at her.

He began to come; there was no room inside her, so it gushed around his cock and ran down into his pubic hair.

She continued to work herself up and down his shaft, nearing orgasm herself. As the Skipper's cock softened, and with the extra lubrication of his come, she picked up some speed.

The contractions came suddenly, squeezing against his cock, shaking her body. She collapsed forward, with him still inside her, and lay on his barrel chest.

The Professor and Mary Ann took another dip in the pool, rinsing each other off with giggles and tender touches. They got dressed, and headed back to the compound.

Ginger and Gilligan also arose, and dashed hand-in-hand into the surf in the lagoon to rinse off the sand, then they too dressed and headed 'home'.

The four of them arrived at the girls' hut at the same time. With knowing glances at each other, the two couples kissed again good-night. The two girls headed into their hut.

The Professor put his arm around Gilligan's shoulder. "So how did it go?"

"It didn't go," Gilligan grinned. "It came."

The Professor chuckled. They headed back to their huts.

Lovey reluctantly removed herself from the Skipper's cock; even in its flaccid state it was a sizable organ.

She recovered her clothing, slipping into her blouse and skirt, tucking her bra and panties into her pocket. The Skipper arose, and tugged on his trousers and shoes.

They walked hand in hand almost to the compound, dropping this last physical contact when they approached the clearing, in case anyone was still up to see them.

They needn't have bothered; there was no one in the compound, and the only sound was the buzz-saw roar of Thurston Howell's snores.

The Skipper walked her to the door of her hut.

"Good-night, sweet Captain," she whispered.

She kissed him quickly, and slipped through the hut door.

The Skipper sauntered back to his hut. He noted that Gilligan was already in the top hammock, and he rolled into the lower one. As he pulled the blankets up under his chin, he felt suddenly dizzy; then he fell into a deep sleep.

Lovey changed into her nightgown, using a hand towel to wipe away most of the Skipper's semen.

She slipped into the bed, listened for a moment to the roar of the buzz saw, then reached over for the soft gum earplugs.

Thurston was cuddled up with his teddy bear.

"He couldn't care less if I was here or not," she muttered. She lay back against the pillow, thinking about the Captain's penis.

Morning.

The seven castaways headed for the outhouses and the sweetwater pool for their morning cleanup.

The Professor and Mary Ann passed each other on the path. "Good morning, Roy," Mary Ann said, smiling.

"'Morning," the Professor smiled back.

She took his hand and leaned forward to kiss him lightly. "Thanks for last night," she whispered. "It was great!" She continued toward the pool.

The Professor was staggered; the juice was supposed to work on her memory...

Gilligan was just coming out of the outhouse as Ginger approached. She slipped one hand under Gilligan's balls and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Hi, Stud Muffin!"

"H-h-hello!" Gilligan stammered and stumbled.

She moved past him into the outhouse and closed the door. Gilligan ran toward the other outhouse, where the Professor was just emerging.

"It didn't work," he gasped.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ginger remembered! The juice didn't work!"

"Of course it worked... You got laid, didn't you?" The Professor smiled. "Maybe it's better this way, anyhow."

"Why's that?"

"This way we can make love with the girls any time we want. We don't have to rely on the fruit."

"Oh, yeah." Gilligan smiled. "Right."

They walked up the path to join the others at the pool.

Lovey watched the others as they played together in the water. It was obvious that the younger folks were getting to know each other as lovers.

Her eyes widened as she thought, "They remember! They weren't supposed to remember!"

The Skipper arrived at the pool. "Good morning, Mrs. Howell."

"Good morning, Captain," she smiled. "And how did you sleep last night?"

"I went to bed right after supper," he said, "and I slept like a baby all night."

Lovey heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't remember! She puzzled over it in her mind, until she came to a sudden realization. It's not the juice of the fruit that works, it's the pulp!

She would have to talk to the Professor about that... someday.

Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage, as Ginger waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall.

Her back was toward him as she moved under the waterfall. He saw her drop her clothing and caught a glimpse of her bare ass before it was covered with the white water.

"C'mon, Ginger, turn around," he whispered. "Turn around..."

He reached down into his pants and gripped his penis, already erect. He pulled it out and stroked it, watching the shadowy image of Ginger's naked bottom through the flowing water.

Ginger turned around under the waterfall, and stuck her head through the flow. "Gilligan!" she shouted. "Get your ass over here right now!"

Gilligan stood up and ran down to the pool. He pulled off his clothes and waded to the waterfall. Ginger reached through the flow of water and grabbed his hand, pulling him under the falls to the little alcove underneath.

Ginger wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a passionate kiss, rubbing her wet, naked body against him.

She reached down and grabbed his penis, stroking its length. She lowered herself in the water, pulling him down on top of her.

Gilligan kissed her breasts, as she guided his cock to the entrance to her pussy. He pressed it inside her, and she moaned with pleasure, taking his full length easily. He began slow, easy strokes, the resistance of the water making his movements easier and slower.

Ginger's clit pressed against the base of his cock with each stroke, and she gasped every time he pressed against it.

"Oh, gosh," she whispered, "I'm coming..."

Her pussy grabbed at his cock as her body shook, with a warm glow flowing from her pussy though the rest of her body.

Gilligan pumped twice more, and with the pressure from her orgasmic pussy, he began to ejaculate inside her. He kissed her lips, as they caught their breath.

They stood up, finally. Ginger picked up her bar of coconut-butter soap, and they lathered each other up, giggling and laughing.

Roy Hinkley, "The Professor", was making his bed.

Literally making his bed. He had gathered some nice pieces of bamboo, and was busily making a double-sized bed.

Whistling as he worked, he was also trying to decide just how to approach Mary Ann about moving in with him. Making love in the moonlight in the great outdoors was great, but the rainy season was approaching.

The Skipper was whistling, too, as he cast his fishing line into the surf.

He waited for a nibble, holding the fishing rod braced against his belly.

A strange, yet familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Welcome to Sherwood."

He turned to see a man all in green perched on a fallen treetrunk. He was carrying a huge bow, and a quiver of arrows on his back.

He blinked twice, almost dropping his fishing rod. "Robin Hood?"

"None other," the man in green said, grinning. "You look very familiar. Are you not the son of one of my merry men?"

"No," the Skipper shook his head. "Not that I know of."

"Strange," Robin said. He looked at the Skipper's fishing rod. "Fishing? Is there no game in the forest?"

"Not that we've been able to find," the Skipper said. "How did you get here? Are you our rescue?"

"Rescue? From Sherwood?"

"This is not Sherwood. It's an island in the South Pacific."

The Skipper reeled in his line and set the fishing rod aside.

"South... Pacific? It looks like Sherwood..." Robin turned and looked around. "But then again..."

"Believe me," the Skipper said, "it's not England. Do you have a boat?"

Robin shook his head.

"A plane? A helicopter?"

Robin shook his head. Suddenly, he stood still. "Hark!"

"What is it..."

Robin placed a hand over the Skipper's mouth, silencing him. "A deer!" he whispered, "A fine stag to make a man's dinner."

He nocked an arrow into the bow, and climbed over the fallen tree and into the jungle.

Moments later, Mr. Howell walked out of the jungle onto the beach. The Skipper was staring into the jungle.

"Captain..."

"Did you see him?"

"See who?" Howell frowned.

"Robin Hood."

"Captain, have you been raiding my liquor cabinet?"

Mary Ann looked around the hut at her few meager possessions. She sat down on the cot, considering how quickly she could pack them all away if the Professor asked her the question she wanted him to ask. Five minutes, maybe less.

"But what about Ginger? Would she be all alone in this hut if I moved in with the Professor? Or would Gilligan move in here with her?" she thought.

"And that would leave the Skipper alone... oh, my... how complicated."

Ginger walked in, wrapped in her towel. She had been to the waterfall again. And from the glow in her face, it looked like she had been there with someone.

"Talking to yourself again?" Ginger grinned.

"Was I?" Mary Ann blushed. "I've been doing a lot of thinking."

"About the Professor?" Ginger sat on the other cot, facing her. "Has he asked you yet?"

Mary Ann shook her head. Ginger reached over and took her hand.

"He will. Don't worry." Ginger looked into Mary Ann's eyes. "And if he does, do it. Don't worry about me."

Mary Ann reached out and took Ginger into her arms. "Thanks."

Ginger's towel fell away. "In the meantime,..." she cooed.

Gilligan sat down on a log near a clearing in the jungle. He sat in a position like Rodin's "The Thinker", his chin resting on his fist, his elbow on his knee.

He was considering his relationship with Ginger. He loved her, he really did. Or was it just lust? Did he want to live the rest of his life with her, or was it that she was available, and here, and...

His vision blurred, and he blinked. Next to him on the log was a golden-haired fellow, about his same age. He blinked again. The fellow was still there.

"Hi, Maynard, old buddy." The golden-haired fellow grinned.

Gilligan sat up. "Maynard?"

"Hey, where's your goatee?"

Gilligan rubbed his chin.

"What's wrong, Maynard?"

"My name is Gilligan. Who are you?"

"You mean you don't recognize your oldest friend? It's Dobie" The fellow laughed. "And you're Maynard."

"Gilligan," he said. "My name is Gilligan."

"It's Maynard, and I'll prove it. Watch this... 'work' "

A shiver ran up Gilligan's spine. He shook it off.

"See there," Dobie said. "You're Maynard."

Gilligan shook his head.

"Well, whatever, old buddy," Dobie grinned. "What's on your mind?"

"Ummm," Gilligan squirmed. "I guess I can tell you since you're imaginary."

"Who's imaginary?" Dobie grinned. "Qué pasa?"

"It's a girl," Gilligan said.

"I figured that," Dobie smiled. "Why else would I be here?"

"I'm not sure what I feel for her. Is it love or is it lust?"

"Does it matter?"

Gilligan looked at him. "Of course it matters."

"Okay. Do you want to be with her even when you've got your clothes on?"

"Yeah."

"Then it's probably love. Go for it."

Gilligan glanced away. "Go for it?"

There was silence. He looked back, and Dobie was gone.

He sat there a moment longer. "Go for it..."

Lovey Howell adjusted her makeup in the small mirror. She had managed to get Thurston out of the hut for a while, anyway. He needed to get some fresh air, and away from the liquor cabinet for a few hours.

She adjusted her clothing; it was getting a bit tattered with the years of wear. Thank goodness she had brought all of the trunks she had; she pitied the poor younger girls who only had a few outfits.

And the Captain and Gilligan had only one set of clothes, since they had expected to be home that night so long ago.

When they wore out their clothes, I guess they'd have to go naked...

Thinking of the Captain naked brought a sly grin to her face. That might not be so bad after all.

She headed out the door toward the Professor's hut. She needed to talk with him about the fruits.

The Professor tied the last knots, and slid the double-sized bed towards the wall. He had to adjust the position of his lab-table and trunk, but it all fit. At least he didn't have to rebuild the hut.

He stood back and admired his work, thinking about the workout he wanted to give it.

There was a tap at the door. "Professor?"

It was Mrs. Howell. He invited her in. She sat in his 'relaxing' chair, and he perched on his lab stool.

"What can I help you with?"

"This is rather awkward, Professor," she said, almost blushing.

"Go ahead. We're all friends here," the Professor smiled.

"It's about those yellow fruits Gilligan found last week."

The Professor paused. "Yes? What about them?"

"I know what they do, Professor." She looked away from him, slightly embarrassed. "And I want to grow some more."

"Oh?" The Professor squirmed on his stool. "Are you and Mr. Howell having... problems?"

"Yes..." Lovey lied. "That's it exactly."

The Professor reached over and picked up the two remaining fruits from his lab table. They had softened, and were giving off a sour fragrance.

"That's funny," he said, "I thought there were three."

Mrs. Howell grimaced.

The Professor handed them to her. He opened his botany book, and read from the page describing the fruit.

"Looks like it should be planted in sandy soil, near a tree where the vine can climb. That's all the information I have." He closed the book. "I can't guarantee they'll grow, and I have no idea when the vines will bear fruit."

"I understand, Professor," she said, smiling. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome. I hope the problems work out."

Lovey went into the jungle, looking for likely spots to plant her seeds. She found two trees close to the pathway that looked hopeful. She dug a shallow hole next to each tree, and placed the rotting fruits in them, covering the hole.

She kissed her fingers, then the soil. "Grow, please grow," she whispered.

Thurston Howell walked along the beach.

"Damn this island," he said aloud. "Damn this beach, damn this ocean, damn these waves, damn..."

He was so distracted by his tirade that he nearly fell over the barrel. He kicked it. It didn't move, and he hurt his foot.

He hopped around on his good foot, holding the hurt one. He sat on the barrel, which was lying on the sand. He massaged his toes, muttering, "and damn this barrel."

As he worked on his sore toes, he looked down at the barrel. Stenciled on the side of the barrel was the name "Inverness."

He looked up at the sky. "If there's a god in heaven, let this be full."

He got up and pushed at the barrel. It was very heavy, it had something inside.

He pushed harder, and the barrel rolled over, exposing the bung. It was intact.

"Praise the gods!" he shouted, then clamped his hands over his mouth. He looked around.

"I've got to find Gilligan," he muttered.

Mary Ann and Ginger were in a sixty-nine position, with Ginger on top. Ginger's lips were locked around Mary Ann's clit, her tongue dancing around the tip of the sensitive nubbin. Mary Ann had her hands around the cheeks of Ginger's ass, her fingertips brushing her asshole.

Mary Ann's tongue was stroking over Ginger's clit, her concentration on her nearing orgasm. Her body began to quiver under Ginger's ministrations.

Ginger's fingers slid into Mary Ann's cunnie, pressing upward against her g-spot. Mary Ann's body tried to levitate, as an explosive orgasm shook her body.

As her contractions slowed, she again applied herself to Ginger's pussy, sucking hungrily on her clit. Her fingertips approached Ginger's asshole again, and slowly, Mary Ann slid her middle finger into Ginger's ass.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Ginger moaned, "Oh, yes."

With her other hand, Mary Ann slipped two fingers into Ginger's pussy. Ginger raised up, pushing back against Mary Ann's hands and mouth.

"Yes... yes, that's it," she gasped, "Oh yes..."

Her body began to quiver, and a gush of cunt honey ran down Mary Ann's face.

Ginger's orgasm shook the bed, as Mary Ann slowed her tonguing of Ginger's clit.

Ginger got up slowly and turned around, and lay beside Mary Ann in the narrow cot.

Gilligan was sitting at the table in the compound, contemplating the basket of fruit. Which one was he least tired of?

Mrs. Howell approached the compound. "Gilligan, there's something I want you to do for me."

"What's that, Mrs. Howell?"

"Do you think you could find any more of that yellow fruit?"

Gilligan goggled at her for a moment, but remembered that she couldn't possibly know what it was good for. "I'll try, Mrs. Howell," he nodded.

"Thank you." She headed for her hut.

At that moment, Mr. Howell came running up the path from the beach. "Gilligan, dear boy. Just the man I was looking for..."

"What do you want me to do?" sighed Gilligan.

Howell looked back toward his hut. Lovey had gone inside. He dropped his voice to a whisper. "I've made a wonderful find on the beach, and I need your help."

"What did you find?" Gilligan asked, in a normal voice.

"Shhhhh..." hissed Howell. "Keep your voice down."

"Okay," whispered Gilligan, "what did you find?"

"A whole barrel of Inverness Scotch."

"A whole barrel?" Gilligan's voice rose to a normal level again.

"Shhhhh!" Howell hissed again.

"Sorry," whispered Gilligan.

"Come with me. I need to roll it up away from the tide, and I'll need help to get it open."

The Skipper landed his catch; a very nice, big fish. As he pulled it up the beach, he glanced at the jungle, half expecting Robin Hood, or Tarzan, or some other character to come popping out. But nobody did.