Thank you very much for reading this story and supporting a new writer to Literotica! I'm beefing up this story now. The first chapter was written quickly to amuse myself but now that I'm publishing I want to make it enjoyable for everyone. Eventually all characters will join in the fun as the chapters progress.
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Mary Ann bustled around the campsite fixing dinner and getting the table ready while all the other castaways did nothing. At least, that's how it seemed. She cooked, she cleaned, she washed clothes, she even repaired the Skipper's pants that he busted every time he sat down. She was happy to do chores- on the farm she'd rise daily at 5am and sometimes she wouldn't finish until dark. But when there were six perfectly healthy people just mooching around complaining that their dinner was late, she sometimes had naughty thoughts about sticking the soup ladle 'where the sun don't shine'. Six times.
As she put the finishing touches to the mixed salad, Mary Ann couldn't get thoughts of Ginger and Gilligan out of her mind. The look on Gilligan's face as he did that...thing...to Ginger, and the incredible noises Ginger was making. Was that the first time they'd done it? And why did he choose Ginger?
The answer was obvious. Gilligan was horny and Ginger was easy.
Mary Ann blushed at the thought of Gilligan being horny, but it certainly explained a few things. Why he was so keen to get her out in the jungle by herself. Why he kept lifting her over rocks and streams so that his hands went on her behind. Why he kept bumping into her with that hard thing in his pocket. Which she now knew was the biggest prong she'd ever seen, apart from the ones on the bulls and stallions back home.
Shy, sweet Gilligan. Of all people!
Mary Ann would never be 'easy', but the sight of Ginger with Gilligan's loveprobe buried deep between her cheeks set her mind and pussy aflame with longing. She also knew that Gilligan had a low boredom threshold and he would soon get tired of Ginger's constant willingness. He needed an alternative.
And Mary Ann was going to be that alternative.
Smiling to herself, Mary Ann began carrying dishes out to the table where they all sat making yummy noises. She gave an especially big smile to Gilligan, and decided she was going to tempt him with a treat. A special treat. She fervently hoped she was up to the task. It was something she had never tried before, something that the girls across the tracks might do, and she blushed just thinking about it.
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Dinner on the island was always a noisy affair. As well as the scraping of forks and the clatter of coconut-shell cups there was Mr. Howell shouting about money and the Skipper shouting about the Navy and the Professor trying to ram scientific facts and figures down everyone's throats every night. Gilligan always finished eating before everyone else because he was so greedy. He sighed and propped his chin in his hand, listening to the droning going on around him and daydreaming about Mary Ann's sexy little tan legs spread wide, her virginal pussy just waiting for a big cock to bust through her cherry.
Gilligan couldn't believe how quickly things had happened with Ginger. He'd only had two or three sexual encounters in his whole life, and one of them had been a prostitute who sucked him off and then stole his wallet. But all those years of pent up frustration had finally taken its toll and had turned him into a man who wasn't prepared to wait any more. He was glad that Ginger was such a horny cumslut. She really didn't care what he called her, or how he treated her, as long as he gave it to her good. The feeling of being in control was very empowering, and he wanted to thank Ginger for it, only it would have ruined their game, and so he decided he'd just fuck her butthole extra hard next time as a way to show his gratitude.
Mary Ann was sitting opposite him, cutting her fish into neat little morsels. Every now and again she'd glance up and blush when their eyes met. The fifth time it happened, he winked. She went deep red and lowered her gaze to her plate and didn't look up again for ages, but he could see a smile playing on her pretty pink lips.
His thoughts, as always, drifted to her tight little virgin snatch encased in those itsy bitsy shorts. Mary Ann had become his best friend on the island after the Skipper, and he'd felt sure she would let him screw her when they first became shipwrecked. But it turned out she was proud of her virginity and wanted to keep it. Still, it didn't stop her tempting him by bending over while she did the laundry, or getting him to give her a leg up onto a rocky ledge to pick fruit. He decided she was repressed, like he had been for so many years, and that once she experienced a hot cock pounding into her tight hole she wouldn't look back.
If there was one thing guaranteed to give him a raging stiffy, it was thinking about reaming Mary Ann from behind while she squealed that it was a sin and then orgasmed like a whore. And he was getting a woody on right now.
"So I said to Ensign Wokowlski, if you don't shift your bony ass into first gear, I'll damn well do it for you!" the Skipper said, banging his fist down on the table and laughing.
"Who doesn't have change for a thousand dollar bill?" shouted Mr. Howell as he recounted a tale about a hapless shoeshine boy. "It's just petty cash!"
"The deepest part of the ocean is 35,813 feet deep and occurs in the Mariana Trench in the Pacific Ocean," the Professor blathered. " I'm sure Gilligan could tell us how deep that is in fathoms!" he added with a chuckle.
