Knocking Up Mary AnnChapter 5 Gilligus Interruptus
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"42, 43, 44, and 45," counted the Professor as he stacked the bananas into the storage hut. "Not a bad haul, Gilligan."
"There were more," said Gilligan sadly, "but the Skipper squashed some."
"Well who's fault was that?" bellowed the Skipper hitting Gilligan with his hat, "What were you doing running in here like that?"
"I saw Ginger and Mary Ann and I had to tell you quick."
"You see Ginger and Mary Ann all the time Gilligan. That's no excuse for running in and dumping bananas all over us." As if to reinforce his point, the Skipper hit Gilligan with his hat again.
"Well, they were running," said Gilligan trying to remember what so special about them. The Skipper's temper always threw off his memory.
"What where they running from, Gilligan?" asked the Professor, curious in spite of himself.
"I think Mary Ann was running from Ginger. They both looked pretty upset."
"Now, Gilligan, I know that Ginger and Mary Ann have been fighting lately and that is has been upsetting you," said the Skipper gently a little guilty to see his little buddy genuinely upset, "but that is no reason to come running in here so recklessly."
"You might have hurt yourself," added the Professor.
"Among others," muttered the Skipper.
"Well, the really weird thing was that they didn't have any clothes on. I mean, they usually don't do that," said Gilligan smiling happily to himself, glad to have remembered at last what was so important. He didn't even notice the rather stunned expressions on the Skipper and the Professor.
"Gilligan, are you sure you weren't dreaming? I mean we've all been on this island a long time, and it would only be natural to have dreams of a sexual nature," patiently explained the Professor.
"I don't know about that. I have dreamed about Mary Ann and Ginger without any clothes on. But I wasn't dreaming this time."
"Gilligan," began the Professor even more patiently, "You have had problems in the past about distinguishing fantasy from reality."
"He means your nuts," barked the Skipper in response to Gilligan's blank look.
"I'm not nuts. When have I ever made anything up?"
"Oh, Gilligan, just a week ago you were going on about pirates! All they turned out to be were 3 monkeys and a parrot."
"They were the pirates' pets! There are pirates, Skipper, and they're still on the island. And, Ginger and Mary Ann were running around without any clothes on."
"Gilligan, you find those pirates and we'll believe you about Ginger and Mary Ann."
"Gee, thanks, Skipper," said Gilligan taking off at an even faster pace then he came in no longer being burdened with bananas.
"I swear, Professor, Gilligan is getting worse and worse. It's one thing to fantasize about pirates, but having wet dream about Mary Ann and Ginger and thinking it was true..."
"I don't know, Skipper," said the Professor in a strange voice, "I'm beginning to believe Gilligan's story."
"Professor, are your nuts..." The Skipper's voice trailed off as he turned to look at what the Professor was staring at - Ginger walking toward them still without a stitch of clothing on. Not even so much as a palm leaf.
The Skipper stood frozen like a statue, transfixed by the erotic vision before him. He realized that his imagination's mental undressing had not done Ginger's body any justice. Especially the all over tan. Where the hell had she been able to do that, Skipper wondered.
A part of Skipper's brain urged him to jump her. Well, it had done so many times in the last 3 years, but never was it shouting louder. The Skipper didn't know what it was about Ginger. The Skipper in his life had taken both men and women sexually with far less provocation than Ginger gave just by breathing. Gilligan hadn't been working for him for more than an hour before he was bent over below decks taking all that the Skipper could give to him. But, there was something about Ginger that reduced him to a helpless lump of jelly.
The Professor merely gulped. He prided himself on his control, and tried to observe Ginger's behavior clinically. The castaways had often exhibited strange behavior under the stress of being marooned, but this was the most extreme so far. A calculating part of his brain whispered that this could be helpful to his research. A more primitive part of his brain was thinking along the same lines of the Skipper.
"Hi, boys," said Ginger in her most breathless Marilyn Monroe voice. She casually strolled up to the table, placed one foot on a chair, thrust out her hips and put a finger in her pussy in with the absent-minded manner of someone picking at their fingernails. The Skipper went even more rigid with desire. The Professor crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows as if in challenge.
Ginger sighed in her mind. Well, these two were the best of the lot. Castaway with four men you might think she could have gotten at least one decent bed partner. Unfortunately, the Professor, in his mild-mannered cerebral way, was more uptight, always-in-control, and obsessive than any director she had ever met in Hollywood. Even worse, strategic rubbing against each of the men while wearing a towel that had just managed not to slip off, revealed the Professor to be only slightly bigger erect than Mr. Howell's perpetually limp dick.
"I need you to do me a teeny tiny favor," Ginger said in her best sexy little girl voice while slipping yet another finger in her cunt. Ginger could feel her juices dripping down her leg. The way the guys were sniffing, her scent must be reaching them. The Skipper looked like his mind was starting to melt. The Professor was even starting to sweat.
"I'm sure we can accommodate you," said the Professor in a voice that struggled for control, "What is it that you want?"
Ginger leaned in real close, until she was nose to nose with the Professor. "I want you to knock up Mary Ann." She pulled back until she was speaking to both of them. "She's fertile today guys. Whoever gets her first, will get me. All of me. Willingly. And, I will definitely make it worth your while." As if to emphasize her point, she stuck another finger in.
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