Chapter 6: The Mary Ann Trap

The island that the castaways have spent the last 3 years on is not large, but it is big enough for two people to wander on aimlessly for a very long time without bumping into to each other. However, Gilligan's luck was of a sort that often defied the laws of probability, especially when it involved running into people, and even more when the target was the Skipper.

"Gilligan," bellowed the Skipper as he picked himself up off the ground, "Why don't you look where you going?"

"Sorry, Skipper, but we got to rescue Mary Ann. Pirates are after her. We've got to get to the cave!"

The Skipper was about to hit Gilligan when he noticed an usual detail. The detail was not Gilligan babbling. That was all to common. It was the fact that Gilligan was not wearing any pants. After about fifteen minutes of pointed questioning on the Skipper's part and confused answering on Gilligan's, the Skipper came to two conclusions. The first conclusion was that Ginger said Mary Ann was going to Gilligan's pirate cave. The second was that Ginger was heading there, too.

"C'mon, Gilligan, take me to the pirate cave," ordered the Skipper.

"Sure thing, Skipper." And off they went. The Skipper only hoped that he would get there before the girls.

The Skipper would get his wish. Ginger was delayed both by taking care of the Professor and by the fact that she was forced to run with one arm cradling her tits. Mary Ann was both fast, being less top heavy, and had a head start. She should have been there long ago. However, Mary Ann's plunge into the jungle was a bit random and she did not take the direct route that Ginger took.

After about ten minutes of panicked running, a stray branch caught on the rip in Mary Ann's gown that Ginger had made during the examination. Soon the top left shoulder was completely torn off. Mary Ann suddenly realized that she was running around in nothing but a flimsy, half-ripped paper hospital gown. She quickly doubled backed to the Professor's hut for her gingham dress. Opening the door to the Professor's hut she heard a long, masculine groan coming from the darkened interior. This, of course, was nothing more than the Professor hitting stage 3. He was no threat, being firmly secured to the machine, but Mary Ann was spooked and ran into the jungle on a direct course to the pirate cave. By now, she was well behind Ginger.

By the time Ginger arrived at the pirate cave, she found the Skipper and Gilligan already hard at work. Once the Skipper had determined that Mary Ann was not hiding in the cave, he set to work on laying rope traps along the path that led to the cave. The rope traps were designed to trigger the minute someone stepped on them, tightening around their foot and carrying them up into the trees. Ginger had no difficulty in spying them once she started looking carefully, but a panicky Mary Ann would stumble into them easily.

"Hi, Ginger!" greeted Gilligan cheerfully. He was standing between two rope traps that he had just set up. His red shirt hung on a branch beside the path leaving him totally naked except for his white sailor hat. Ginger ran up to him and hugged him careful to step over the traps. Her hug was more friendly than erotic, but they were both naked so she was a little put out when Gilligan did not get a hard on. Well, the poor boy was still drained from coming on her face, she rationalized.

"Oh, Ginger," said the Skipper coming out of the pirate cave. The Skipper did not disappoint Ginger. He immediately began pulling off his clothes and running toward Ginger nearly tripping over his feet and getting caught in a trap in the process. Ginger fully expected the Skipper to knock her down and stick his now enormous erection into her. The thought of her first fuck in three years was beginning to make her weak in the knees. She just hoped she wasn't too out of practice.

"Ginger I can't wait. Please let me fuck you," pleaded the Skipper like a little boy asking for a cookie before dinner. Ginger was immediately turned off. Here she was, completely naked, hot and sweating after her run, dried cum on her face and hair, and nobody was man enough on this island to just take her. Ginger got a hold of herself and put her hands on her hips looking like a stern, if naked, school teacher.

"Skipper, if you want me, you're going to have to knock up Mary Ann first," said Ginger.

"But, I need it now," whined the Skipper, "Gilligan, bend over."

"Sure, Skipper," said Gilligan agreeably as if asked to pass the salt. Ginger pushed Gilligan back into one of the rope traps. Instantly, Gilligan was propelled up into the trees naked and upside down.

"Sorry, Skipper!" yelled Gilligan.

"Gilligan!" yelled Ginger, "Keep quiet and look for pirates." Amazingly, this seemed to work. Ginger turned to the Skipper. "You want relief, stick your dick in Mary Ann where it will do the most good. She should be here any minute now."

As if on cue, the sound of footsteps came out of the jungle. Ginger and the Skipper carefully, but quickly, ran into the cave to hide. For once, the plan worked perfectly, and Mary Ann was quickly high in the air, upside down with what was left of her hospital gown hanging down. Since the only thing the gown now covered was her face, Mary Ann was forced to rip it off her letting it settle to the ground. Gilligan just watched in silent interest.

"Gilligan," said Mary Ann, "What are you doing here?" Gilligan was in a rope trap just a few feet from her.

"Keeping a look out for pirates. I'm sure glad you are safe."

Mary Ann watched the Skipper and Ginger come out of the cave, confirming her worse fears. She was far from safe, but she didn't feel like explaining it to Gilligan. The look of lust on the face of both the Skipper and Ginger foretold her fate.

"Gee, Mary Ann, you sure look good without your clothes on."

Mary Ann turned sharply to Gilligan. His expression was not without lust, and his expanding dick certainly showed his excitement, but his tone was sweet and innocent. It was a nice change after the wild expression on the Skipper's, the calculating, ravenous look on Ginger or the air of clinical detachment on the Professor's. Mary Ann didn't even have the desire to try to cover up her nudity in front of Gilligan.

"Thank you, Gilligan," Mary Ann replied. Bizarre as it was to act like Gilligan had just complimented her on a new dress, it was hard to be mean to the boy.

"You don't have a pee-pee, either."

"No, Gilligan. Girls aren't built that way."

"That's what Ginger said."

"You have a very nice pee-pee, Gilligan." To her surprise, Mary Ann found that she meant it. It occurred to her that she was no longer a virgin. If she was careful, there was no reason why she couldn't fuck Gilligan. But not right now or the next few days, however.

Mary Ann looked down at the Skipper who was untying her rope. His cock throbbed with the threat of Ginger's schemes. If it weren't for the fact that she was ovulating, Mary Ann would have resigned herself. But she was determined to resist. You don't remain a virgin at 18 without having a few tricks up your sleeve, Mary Ann thought to herself, not even in Horner's Corner, Kansas.