I would like to thank GeekGirlie for doing a great job of editing this story. She made the text fit the voices we all have in our head for these characters.
Chapter 1: Shipwrecked
"Better get a move on, little buddy. We need to finish the roof on the hut before dark. I don't like the looks of the storm clouds," the Skipper said, staring off into the distance with a furrowed brow. "Gilligan, get some more palm fronds and hurry!" the Skipper waited and there was no response. The Skipper grabbed his hat off his head and looked around for Gilligan. He wasn't surprised by what he saw. Gilligan had wandered off to stand behind Mary Ann again.
Mary Ann was stranding on the third rung of a ladder and the roof was at her waist. She was bent over and stretched out across the roof tying palm fronds to the top. She had one leg stuck out to the side to keep her balanced. Today, she was wearing a small pair of tight red shorts that seemed to be painted on.
The shorts rode up into the tight crack of her ass as she reached forward and the Skipper could clearly see her shorts were no longer covering either side of her perfect little mound. He could see the outline of her pussy lips framed in her pink underwear that strained to cover her. Gilligan had wandered over and put his nose a few inches from her crotch, drawn to her again like a moth to a flame.
The Skipper had to admit he had had more than one nasty thought about Mary Ann. Thoughts about how he would love to fuck her and take her virginity; turn her into a nasty cock-sucking whore who would submit to his every wish. He was starting to get an erection just thinking about it.
He shook himself out of it. Time was of the essence!
"Gilligan," the Skipper called.
Again, the Skipper got no response.
"GILLIGAN!" he shouted, wringing his hat in his hand. Gilligan turned his head. "Gilligan, hmmp! Quit fooling around and get over here. NOW!"
"Right away, Skipper." Gilligan said and turned to run to the Skipper. The only problem is he had one foot under the ladder. When he turned, he pulled the ladder out from Mary Ann and tripped and fell down. She fell forward and ended up bent over the roof beam. She started kicking her feet, trying to free herself.
Inside the hut, as Mary Ann hung above them, the Professor and Mr. Howell were getting an eyeful of jiggling tits by looking up her blouse.
"Professor, help me. I'm stuck. I can't move," Mary Ann said looking him straight in the eye. She had a look of complete panic.
"Don't worry, Mary Ann. I'll come around and get you down. Just stay there," the Professor said.
"We're on our way. We will rescue you!" Mr. Howell added as they raced out the door.
Gilligan and the Skipper arrived at Mary Ann the same time as the Professor and Mr. Howell. They all stood for a moment gazing up at that round, perfect ass with the cheeks hanging out of the bottom of her shorts.
"Stay still, Mary Ann. We'll get you down," the Professor said, "Gilligan, you take one leg and, Skipper, you take the other. Mr. Howell, you get underneath her and I'll get her from behind."
They took their positions. The Skipper and Gilligan each grabbed a leg and pulled them apart. Mr. Howell placed his hands on her stomach and the Professor grabbed her by the inside of both thighs.
"Okay, when I count to three, pull her down," the Professor ordered, "One…Two…"
He never got to three. Gilligan pulled earlier and set off a whole chain of events. Mary Ann slid off the truss and Mr. Howell's hands slip up her blouse and found her breast.
The Professor let his hands slide up to cup her ass. As she came off the roof, she fell back on the Professor and knocked him down. Mr. Howell refusing to let go of her breast fell on top of both of them. The Skipper was pulled on top of all three of them.
Mary Ann was sandwiched between the Professor and Mr. Howell. She could feel the Professor's cock hardening in the crack of her ass and Mr. Howell was still fondling her breast. It seemed like an eternity until they all got up.
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The Professor lay on the bunk in his new hut stroking his throbbing hard-on while thinking of Mary Ann. She seemed completely unaware of her ability to entice men. Was it an act or was she really that naive? The Professor new it didn't matter; he knew he had to have her either way.
She was driving him nuts and consuming all his energy.
Her perky little attitude matched her perky little breasts!
He thought as he started stroking faster. That ass was really driving him insane. The Professor had managed to have one great encounter with that tight little ass of Mary Ann's. How to have another was consuming his every thought. He started to think about yesterday.
Mary Ann had come bouncing across the camp looking sweet and innocent.
She asked him, "Professor, would you help me get water from the stream?"
"Well, of course I'll help, Mary Ann," he replied, " This is a rudimentary task that will take some planning. We need to round up some gourds and buckets...and maybe get the Skipper and Gilligan to help..."
"Oh, come on, Professor, we can do it. Just you and me!" Mary Ann said encouragingly, with a wide-eyed innocence that froze the Professor. He decided to take the opportunity to get Mary Ann alone.
"Okay, Mary Ann. You are right. We can do it alone. You lead the way," The Professor made a sweeping gesture toward the path to the stream, waited for her, and fell in behind. He couldn't take his eyes off her little ass as she went joyfully bouncing up the path.
At one point, she had to climb over some rocks.
"Can you help me up, Professor? Then maybe I can help you get up!"
