Chapter 5:Gilligus Interruptus

Mary Ann's earlier cry for help when she had been first restrained had not gone unheeded. Only a couple hundred yards away, Gilligan was stomping through the jungle hunting for pirates. He was completely lost, of course, and was convinced that he was on the other side of the island from the huts. Thus, when he happened to pause and hear Mary Ann's faint cry for help, Gilligan instantly came to the one possible conclusion that would fit all the facts as he saw them - Mary Ann had been captured by pirates. Gilligan sped out in the direction of the cry for help as fast as he could.

It took Gilligan awhile to climb through the jungle until he got to the clearing where the huts stood. Just long enough for Ginger to finally get the Professor started on fucking Mary Ann. Had Gilligan not misinterpreted Mary Ann's orgasmic groans as clear evidence that she was being tortured, he might have paused long enough to recognize where he was. Instead, he wasted no time in entering the hut where the groans were coming from. Once inside, he of course might have recognized his fellow castaways. Unfortunately, the inside of the hut was very dark compared to the tropical midday sun and he blindly shot through the doorway vaguely aimed in the direction of Mary Ann's cries.

Gilligan ran right into the Professor and proceeded to bounce right off him. This propelled the Professor stomach right on to Ginger's head, knocking the wind out of him. When the Professor bumped Ginger's head, Ginger bit her tongue and fell off the examining table (and Mary Ann) knocking over the stand that held the weight that supplied the tension to the restraints. Freed, Mary Ann rolled off the table in the opposite direction right before the Professor collapsed face down on to the examining table, gasping for breath.

Gilligan and Ginger both got up from the floor at the same time. Both managed to collide as Gilligan blindly charged the examining table once again. In the collision, Gilligan managed to get his fist up Ginger's cunt which was no stranger to such violations although it had been 3 years. Ginger's orgasm had been interrupted and Ginger went from trying to fight Gilligan off to hugging him for dear life as they fell back on to the ground. Gilligan instinctively started nursing on Ginger's right tit.

Mary Ann got up from the floor beside the examining table. She was very much on her guard having just a few minutes before been bound and helpless while the Professor had fucked her to the best orgasm of her life. Mary Ann didn't think anything could have topped the orgasms that Ginger had given her that morning, but bound and helpless with an actual (if not very large or expertly wielded) cock fucking her, and knowing that the Professor was just seconds away from filling her fertile womb with his cum, drove her over the edge. Mary Ann knew that if they had been interrupted before she had cum, she would right now be climbing back on the Professor to finish the job.

Sexually satisfied, she instead surveyed her surroundings. To her relief, the Professor was lying incapacitated on the examining table, while Ginger and Gilligan were rolling around on the floor. At first she thought they were fighting. Then she thought they were fucking. Then she realized that Gilligan was fucking Ginger not with his dick, which was still inside his zipped up pants, but with his fist. Mary Ann's legs clenched together in sympathy as Gilligan went halfway up to the elbow inside Ginger's cunt. The Professor's dick had hurt a little going in, but Ginger was clearing in ecstasy clutching Gilligan so hard that is was surprising that she could still breathe.

Mary Ann decided to get out of the hut while the going was good. Ginger looked set to ride Gilligan's arm for hours, and she had no desire to get close to the raw sexuality Ginger was displaying. Mary Ann turned away from Ginger and glanced at the Professor who was still gasping for breath. Mary Ann put the Professor's feet and wrists in the restraint and set the stand upright. The Professor secured, Mary Ann ran out of the hut, into the jungle, determined to get to the hideout Ginger had shown her this morning. Only there would she be safe.

A rational speck of Ginger's mind noticed Mary Ann's escape. Unfortunately, the greater part of her mind was devoted to experiencing the exquisite sensations as Gilligan fisted her. Gilligan was merely a passive observer in the fisting and did not bring to it the artistry that Wanda would have. But Ginger was so close to an orgasm before Gilligan interrupted, that the minute Gilligan's hand slipped up her cunt she immediately began humping herself on it. Finally, it came rushing over her in a surprisingly devastating wave of pleasure. Ginger cried out in a guttural growl, half pleasure from the feel of Gilligan's hand in her cunt, half frustration from Mary Ann's escape.

Gasping, Ginger rolled off Gilligan. The concerned and confused look on Gilligan's face both broke her heart and made her want to burst out laughing.

"Gilligan," she said in the patient tones that one would speak to a backward child, "You did not hurt me. I was yelling from pleasure not pain. In fact, you gave me a great deal of pleasure." Gilligan look of concern turned to a big smile, but he still looked confused. Ginger smiled to herself and gave an internal laugh. Usually, Ginger never told a man before that he had pleasured her. Acting as if she would have rather done her nails usually kept them on their toes.