Gilligan sat atop the grassy knoll overlooking the rolling Pacific Ocean. Six long months had passed since the S.S.Minnow had run aground and still no rescue in sight. What was worse he mused was with three women and four men on the island the sexual tension was starting to get to everyone. Firmly believing that rescue was only ever an hour away everybody had behaved impeccably, but now the façade was fading and everybody was getting decidedly edgy.
Gilligan had of course assessed the three candidates with his usual simplicity. Maryanne was bound to be a challenge because her mid-west attitude to sex would no doubt be conservative and she was the type of girl Gilligan had imagined could be his sister. Still she had that set of mouth-watering tits bound in that tied off chequered shirt and a nice tight arse in her cut-off denims. Ginger, well, she was a dead set root if ever there was and stories about her libido preceded her onto the Minnow. The rumour around port was she swung both ways like a saloon door in a gale and he smiled to himself as he suddenly pictured Ginger taking Maryanne first. As for Mrs. Howell, well, as a married woman Gilligan couldn't see her straying too far but at 54 she was still a looker and constantly wore no bra. Obviously she thought she would show the younger females that sex appeal knew no age.
Oh well, he thought, back to camp and see what the Skipper needs doing. It was a 10-minute walk down hill through some light tropical rainforest and Gilligan was surprised to hear a low moan emitting from the bushes just off the path.
"Yes baby, take me now, ooooooh, please quicker." Getting down on all four he snaked his way through the bushes getting closer to the clearly audible cries. As he finally pushed through the undergrowth his head pooped out right between a set of long shapely legs splayed at the knees. Astounded, his jaw dropped, as he watched a pair of delicate hands double pump a large banana into a glistening pink pussy topped with a mat of trimmed red hair. A gold evening dress was bunched around the waist and a pair of high heels lay next to a chain hip belt, Ginger!
"Oh fuck me Cary fuck me hard. Show me heaven Rock; stretch my pussy with your big throbbing prick. Oh Woody plant me good, I'm cumming baby, cumming, cumming, arrrrrrrrrgh!" Ginger screamed. Her hips slammed up and down off the grassy clearing and her calves strained and trembled as her cunt muscles clenched the banana in spasms of ecstasy. Soon one hand left the fruit and worked frantically over her clit now fully exposed from its hooded recess. Her grinding hips started to lose their rhythm as the full onslaught of her orgasm exploded. Almost half the banana disappeared up her cunt for a second then erupted out splitting the skin and showering Gilligans' face a mixture of warm mushy pulp and droplets of Gingers dew. Drawing breathes in short gasps Ginger slumped to the ground then she stared up in shock as Gilligan rose between her still spread legs.
" Wow Ginger that was some show. Where did you learn to peel bananas like that? I'll bet your dynamite with cucumbers," he chuckled "Oh and who are Cary, Rock and Woody I thought we where alone on the island," he said. Ginger smiled and ran her tongue over her gloss red lips. Then beckoned him over with only one thought in mind.
"Ooh Gilligan, you caught me practicing for Broadway. Still now that your here you silly boy why not finish me off. Ooh I need you baby, give me a real flesh and blood cock. Come here and fuck me silly please, pretty please," she begged, her arse slowly gyrating in the grass as she pulled and pinched her erect nipples.
"Nope," said Gilligan as he wiped the sticky warm pulp of his cheek and chin, " but thanks for the banana split." He giggled to himself and walked back to camp thinking, you'll keep you horny slut. As he disappeared down the path he heard Ginger scream in pure frustration
"BASTARD!"
Meanwhile back in camp the professor was in his jungle lab working on batch number 288 of an aphrodisiac. He was desperate for a fuck and only had eyes for Ginger. Unfortunately she referred to him as 'the egghead' but he was sure that once she swallowed his potion the only head she had to worry about was the head of his cock!
Don't put the cart before the horse he reprimanded himself, until then his right hand was still the main man. Carefully he put two shots of potion into a coconut shell and placed it on a ledge to cool. Then left the lab for a well-earned wank.
