Gilligan walked towards the lagoon at his usual meandering way when suddenly he saw the skipper flat on his back.
"Hang on skipper, I'm coming!" he cried, and crashed through the remaining undergrowth and onto the small beach. "Skipper, Skipper is you alright. "
"Hey little buddy, I'm fine, relax and get your breath back. "
"But Skipper you where down and I thought... "
Taking of his hat the Skipper gave Gilligan one of his customary slaps across the head.
"RELAX, and that's an order. Now let me tell you what happened," he said with a broad grin. As they made their way back to camp the Skipper regaled how he had finally nailed Ginger but laughed even louder when Gilligan told him about Ginger and the banana and his shagging of Marianne.
As they entered the clearing Marianne, Ginger and Lovey where sitting at the table talking softly, but one thing was obvious if they glowed any brighter the boys would need sunglasses. Seeing the boys they all got up and went their separate ways, but their smiles where undeniable. Later that afternoon as Gilligan passed Mrs. Howells hut he heard his name being called.
"Gilligan, Gilligan my dear boy, be a sweetie and give me a hand in here would you?"
Once inside he asked her what she wanted and she told him to reach up and hold one of the low ceiling poles. Then standing on a chair Lovey reached over and tied his wrists to the pole with some sturdy palm vine.
"There that's better," she said admiring her handy work," now my boy its time for your birthday present. "
"But Mrs. Howell its not my birthday," Gilligan stammered.
"Then it must be mine," giggled Lovey as she started to undo his shirt.
Button by button Lovey undid his shirt pulling and tugging it gently out of Gilligans jeans till she finally opened it and ogled his smooth chest. Using both hands she lightly traced her fingertips over the firm flesh occasionally scratching gently and tweaking his nipples. When she finally licked his nipples her warm moist mouth brought them to instant attention and Gilligan groaned as his prick throbbed mercilessly. Tonguing her way to his navel Lovey undid his jeans with all the care of a mothers touch dropping his jeans and boxers to free his rock hard erection.
Lovey kissed his prick then ran her tongue from his balls to his shaft head, which made his prick twitch uncontrollably before she stepped away. Retrieving a shell of coconut oil Lovey returned to lather Gilligan, working her hands more forcefully over his body and bringing it to a glossy sheen. She payed special attentions to his arse and ran a finger into his rectum and felt the fire that only fanned her own. Standing again she picked up Thurston's riding crop and bent it a few times, smiling devilishly.
"Oh Shit," whimpered Gilligan.