Gilligan Fucks Mary Ann
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Knocking Up Mary AnnChapter 7: Gilligan Triumphant free porn video
Gilligan had been watching the events below with much interest. He became a little worried when he saw Ginger and the Skipper tie up Mary Ann. They couldn't be working for the pirates, could they? But when he saw Mary Ann give the Skipper a blow job he relaxed. They were just going to have fun. Gilligan had blown the Skipper many times, and he watched Mary Ann with a critical eye. Gilligan was sure that he was better.
Still, Gilligan had never had any sexual encounter with a woman until he ran into Ginger in the Professor's hut. Gilligan had never realized that women could be such fun as well. He felt a slight tinge of jealousy at the thought that the Skipper might prefer Mary Ann's blow jobs just because she was a girl. He frowned at the unfairness of it all. He watched as the Skipper put his cock in Mary Ann and started fucking her. Gilligan was not pleased. What if the Skipper started to like fucking her more than me, he thought.
Gilligan was too basically good-natured for his jealousy to last. The thought that perhaps he could fuck the girls too filled him with a determination to join the fun on the ground. Pirates forgotten, he reached for his knife to free himself. Realizing his nakedness, Gilligan grasped his legs and started climbing up himself until he got to the rope. Soon he was upright and climbing the rope up to the branch where the rope was attached.
Gilligan's plan to untie the rope from the branch and climb down the tree was surprisingly sound coming from him. Unfortunately, it was defeated when he found that the rope had only been thrown over the branch he was on, plus another one a few yards away before being secured to the ground. Gilligan was slowly pondering his options, when the branch broke.
The fall might killed him, but fortunately the other branch that the rope had been draped over did not break, and he found himself in a gentle swing right toward the threesome. Mary Ann, Ginger and the Skipper kept on fucking blissfully unaware of Gilligan's approach. The snap of the branch might have alerted them if it hadn't been drowned out by Mary Ann's lustful screams.
As Gilligan swung to the bottom of the arc, he started to pick up speed which alarmed him greatly. Instinctively, he grabbed the Skipper as he passed over. Instead of arresting his motion, both Gilligan and the Skipper continued the arc pulling him out of a very disappointed Mary Ann. Ginger, who had no idea what was going on, found herself pushed into the bush head first rudely interrupting her twentieth orgasm of the day.
The Skipper bellowed like an angry bull in frustration. He was about to cum in Mary Ann and redeem Ginger's promise when suddenly he found himself high in the air with Gilligan!
"Gilligan," yelled the Skipper, "Let me go!" The Skipper's command was understandable under the circumstances but not well considered.
Gilligan instantly complied even though he and the Skipper were at least ten feet in the air. Fortunately, they were over the creek that flowed down from the lagoon above the cave. The drop in elevation had turned the creek into a raging rapid with a strong current. Before the Skipper could realize his mistake, he splashed down into the rapids and was swept away leaving behind a long fading "Gil-li-gan!!!"
Gilligan was swinging back toward the girls. He was sorry about what happened to the Skipper, but the thought that he would have the girls to himself pleased him. Just as he was just a couple of inches above Ginger, still face down in the bush her long legs spread out and her ass sticking up in the air, the second branch snapped and Gilligan dropped right on to Ginger. In a supremely unlikely maneuver that only Gilligan's luck could manage, his erect cock was aimed perfectly into Ginger's pussy. The feel of it was like nothing Gilligan had ever felt before. By the time, he bottomed out, he was already cumming, squirting a huge load into her waiting womb.
"Oh, Ginger," Gilligan moaned.
"Gilligan!" exclaimed Ginger her response still muffled by the bush. She might have knocked Gilligan off before he came to much inside her, but Gilligan's unexpected entrance set off her interrupted orgasm.
"Oh, Gilligan," moaned Ginger as Gilligan instinctively started humping his squirting cock. Gilligan had been sporting an erection since Ginger's arrival, and he had a big load to shoot. Afterwards, Gilligan just lay there, more sexually satisfied than he knew it was possible to be. Within minutes, Gilligan was sound asleep.
Ginger did not instantly complain about her rather undignified position. She was in post-orgasmic haze of her own and she wasn't entirely sure where she was. Her head was in the bushes, face down on a downward slide that lead to the rapids below. Finally, Gilligan's snoring brought her to her senses.
"Gilligan," she protested, "Wake up and get off me. Really, you men are all alike."
"Sorry, Ginger," said Gilligan. He instantly got up with a motion that threatened to send Ginger into the rapids with the Skipper. After some fumbling, Gilligan managed to help Ginger to her feet. It was fortunate that Ginger could not see herself. Naked, with leaves in her tangled hair and Gilligan's cum streaking down her leg, she looked like a lust-crazed jungle girl. It was sexy as hell, but it was pretty far from the glamorous movie star image Ginger preferred to project.
"What happened to the Skipper?" Ginger asked looking around, still confused. Gilligan managed to give a barely coherent account of the last ten minutes. Ginger looked at the rapids with some concern.
"I hope the Skipper's all right."
"Gil-li-gan!" bellowed the Skipper from a distance.
"He's all right," said Gilligan with his typical grasp of the obvious, "This creek empties into our lagoon. It will take him back home in no time."
"Talk about cold showers," Ginger noted with amusement.
"Serves him right," said Mary Ann. Cooled down from her fucking, getting knocked up was striking her as a bad idea again. She was even regretting her lost virginity. What would her future husband say, a voice inside her wailed. She knew that most girls blamed it on horse riding, but she had never been much of an equestrian. Her ingrained prudishness had never made her easy around horses. But, her future husband didn't have to know that, she concluded firmly. But, coming back from the island with a bastard child or two would be a lot harder to explain.
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