Thurston J. Howell III was even more unhappy than usual about being stranded on the uncharted island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Just that morning, he had heard the financial news on the radio in The Skipper's tent, and the information had started a chain of thought in his financially brilliant mind. In a few hours, he had concocted a scheme that would have netted him an additional umpteen million dollars. Unfortunately for Mr. Howell, he was unable to implement his idea, or even tell anybody about it, and that fact was what was making him even more unhappy than usual.
"It isn't fair," he groused. "I should be even richer than I am, and I would be, if I weren't stuck on this God-forsaken island."
Mrs. Howell, Lovey to her husband, but only to him, had somewhat mixed feelings about being on the island. She missed all the teas and other engagements that, as a social leader, she would have been hosting or attending, but her flower garden was thriving, and she was getting more and better and different fucking than she had ever gotten. There weren't very many young people around to give her opportunities to exercise her match-making skills, but there were no other busybodies around either, who would have competed with her in those endeavors. Furthermore, the match she had made of a young couple, Mary Ann and Gilligan, just that morning, had the potential to be one of her best. Ginger and The Professor, the other couple Mrs. Howell had fixed up, seemed to be doing quite well also, and she was proud of her accomplishments in that area. All in all, the island was really a marvelous place to be, despite what her husband said about it.
That day, at least, Gilligan and Mary Ann were almost ecstatic about being on the island. Mary Ann had always enjoyed the tropical evening breezes, swimming in the lagoon and everything else about the environment. Lately, she had started also enjoying the presence of Gilligan, the sweet little cutie. She was much too shy to mention that to anybody, until she told it, in the strictest confidence, to the motherly Mrs. Howell.
Gilligan liked the pleasant weather and laid back atmosphere but, mostly, he REALLY liked the beautiful, charming Mary Ann. After all, what young man wouldn't? His big problem was that he was too shy to tell her, or anybody else about it, except for Mrs. Howell, who was like a mother to him. She, of course, knew exactly what to do about both those pieces of information that had been told to her in absolute, cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die confidence.
Right at that minute, those two lucky people were extremely happy she had chosen to break her solemn word. Mary Ann's red and white gingham blouse and pink bra were hanging from one bush and her cutoff denim jeans and white cotton panties were hanging from another. Completely naked, the beautiful farmer's daughter was lying on her back enjoying the view of Gilligan's bare shoulders and his white sailor's hat between her legs. He had removed his shirt, but his head was inside the hat, and he was avidly eating her pussy, which was vastly more fun for her than just looking at his hat, or shoulders, or the scenery or anything else. Mrs. Howell, busybody and inveterate matchmaker that she was, had passed the word on to either of them when she had the chance. After that, in the normal course of events, the two infatuated young people headed to a remote part of the island to demonstrate what they felt for each other.
Being unmarried, Mary Ann was, of course, a virgin, and she was determined to maintain that condition until her wedding night. That night would follow a church ceremony, which would be presided over by an ordained member of the clergy, and her father would give her away to the handsome, young bridegroom, who would also be a virgin. However, she knew of ways to maintain her innocence while still having fun sexually, and she was happily teaching them to Gilligan, who hadn't seemed very disappointed at the limitations she insisted on placing on him. Mary Ann was glad of that, because he seemed to be a very quick learner. Already, he was giving her a better time than her steady boyfriend back home ever had, although her advanced condition of horniness probably contributed to how much she relished what he was doing.
Most of Gilligan's sexual experiences had occurred, literally, under The Skipper. What he was learning from Mary Ann was about a zillion times better, and he was already hoping for frequent lessons in the future. Her pussy was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, with its smooth, creamy white skin and its untrimmed sprinkling of dark brown pubic hair. A tight slit ran up the middle, and there appeared to be pretty, dark pink flower petals pushing their way through it. Her legs rested on his shoulders, while his arms were wrapped around her soft thighs, bringing his face inches from the view that held him in such rapture.
Lovingly, he placed his index fingers on the sides of the narrow opening, and gently pulled them apart. Inside the slit, Mary Ann was even more beautiful, with a pink lining that was shiny with her wetness. A cloud of incredible fragrance arose when he spread open the aperture, and he breathed deeply of it, finding it the most delightful aroma of his rather limited experience.
"Careful, Gilligan, Mary Ann admonished him. "Don't put your finger in there. You can put your tongue in, though."
He took her suggestion, but only the tip, and Gilligan was amazed that the flavor of her wetness was even more delectable than the scent. Eagerly, he started licking everywhere she was wet.
"Oooo, that feels wonderful. But don't be in so much of a hurry. Lick along the sides of the slit first."
So far, everything had been so much fun, and Mary Ann was so sweet and pretty that Gilligan did what she wanted, even though the place he had first licked felt and tasted better to his tongue than anything else ever had, even warm chocolate pudding. With broad, slow strokes, his tongue started caressing the place where Mary Ann had directed him. He was surprised at how good her soft pubic hair felt. Enjoying every second of what he was doing, Gilligan slowly licked all the way to the pleasant bulge just below Mary Ann's flat belly. Everything about her pussy was delightful, the looks, the aroma, the flavor and, especially, feeling that part of the beautiful young brunette's body against his tongue. He even loved the way her soft thighs felt, squeezing the sides of his face as her body squirmed under him. Being as fond of her as he was, he especially enjoyed the soft murmurs of happiness that his mouth was eliciting.
"Oooo, yeah, Gilligan! That feels really, really good! Now, do the other side! The same way!"
