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From richard.dunstan@indiefilm.comTue Jul 16 18:15:48 1996
Date: Tue, 16 JUL 1996 09:37:42 GMT 
From: Richard Dunstan <richard.dunstan@indiefilm.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Gilligan MahShuKah 2/3 

Gilligan Mahshukah part 2

     Gilligan had never had much trouble sleeping and, even in
his current state of anxiety, he was soon falling fast asleep. As
he faded off, the image of the head on the totem pole continued
to plague him, and although there was none in the original
episode (but then again, there was no SEX in the original episode
either), he began to detect the wavy images and tinkling music of
an upcoming dream sequence.
     He could feel the bamboo crown of the totem pole head on his
own head and his torso was covered with a reed breastplate.
Around his hips was the grass skirt of a native and his wrists
and ankles were adorned by brightly colored bird feathers. He
could feel and smell the warpaint which covered his face and body
as he lurked in a cover of jungle shrubbery.
     He listened, and could hear a voice approaching.
     "Here we go gathering nuts in May, nuts in May, nuts in
May."
     It was the sweet and innocent voice of Mary Ann as she
skipped down the jungle path carrying a basket of fruit. She was
dressed in Gilligan's favorite outfit: her short, almost bare
shouldered, yellow halter top and her short denim cut-offs, cut
just short enough to show the slight curve of her buttocks where
they met with her delectable thighs. Missing was the rise in
front that usually hid her bellybutton, which now winked at him
from above her tight shorts reminding him of a sweet lifesaver
candy ready to be licked. The sight of her made his mouth water
and his stomach rumble, and as she passed him he sprang on her
from his jungle cover like a pouncing leopard.
     "Eeak", she screamed and dropped the basket of fruit. He
grabbed her and dragged her over to a nearby stake.
     "Oh, kind sir! You have such a kind face. How can I talk you
out of doing this horrible deed!" she pleaded as he pushed her up
against the stake and started to tie her hands to the stake with
some jungle vines.
     "Oh, please! Do not harm me cannibal!" she begged, as he
tightened the vines around her lithe body.
     He started a dance around her, and as he did so he heard a
chorus of drums begin to beat a sensual rhythm. Turning around,
he saw two large cooking pots nearby, one taller and narrower,
the other a little shorter and wider. He stooped to pick up the
fruit that Mary Ann had dropped and, walking over to the shorter
pot, he threw it in. Picking up a large spoon he stirred the
water in the pot, and scooped up a small amount of it which he
brought to his lips to taste.
     It tasted like hot water.
     "Needs salt," he said, and grabbing a handful of salt from a
nearby box he dropped it into the steaming water and tasted it
again. This time it tasted just like onion soup.
     He also discovered that he now had a bone in his nose.
     Turning around again he looked over at Mary Ann. He wasn't
sure how she'd gotten there (but one doesn't question a dream,
especially if you're Gilligan) but Ginger was now tied to a stake
right next to Mary Ann. Ginger was dressed in her two-piece pink
floral sarong. Her shoulders and midriff were bare, and one
creamy white leg protruded from the slit in the lower part the
sarong which covered her from her ankles to her 24 inch waist.
Next to her stood a long-haired, muscle-bound cannibal warrior
who was pinching the meat on her voluptuous thigh. Ginger
struggled half-heartedly against her bonds as the warrior moved
his hands to feel her ample white belly. Concluding the caress,
he licked his fingers.
     "I can't believe it's not butter!" the hunkish warrior
exclaimed in a funny Italian accent.
     Gilligan strode toward the bound Mary Ann feeling very much
like the Cannibal King, and walked up to inspect his catch.
Looking down at her feet, which were bare, he brought his gaze up
to her delicate ankles, and then to her firm, trim and tanned
legs and lingered his gaze a while at her equally firm, yet plump
and curvy thighs. Letting his gaze scan up past her tight-fitting
shorts, he drank in the sight of her perfect, flat tummy. He had
lost count of how many times he had looked at that tummy before
and how many times he had secretly fantasized about sticking his
tongue into her tiny, deep navel. Above her belly he could see
her nipples poking out through the fabric of her yellow halter
top, and the cleavage of her small, pert breasts above the lace
ruffles at the elastic edge. Her brown chest and shoulders ended
at the bottom of her long tapering neck, above which was her
innocent angelic face surrounded by jet-black hair; braided into
pig-tails.
     Gilligan smacked his lips at the sight and poked her gently
on her perfect tummy. He had to know her taste, and this was the
place to do it.
     He got down onto his knees, and unfastened the button on her
shorts. Pulling aside the flaps as he unzipped her shorts, he
leaned forward and plunged his tongue into her waiting navel.
She moaned and wiggled as he licked her tummy in long, random
sweeps. The taste reminded him of roast beef au jus, which Mary
Ann's golden brown coloring had always reminded him of.
     Standing back up Gilligan licked his lips again.
     "UNGAWA!" he said with a big smile while rubbing his belly,
although he had no idea what the word meant or why he said it.
     Now he turned his attention to Ginger. As Mary Ann was
petite and dark, Ginger was tall, voluptuous and light. Her long
red hair fell about her pale white shoulders and her pink sarong
top barely contained her large, soft breasts.
     "Oh Gilligan, you wouldn't do anything to me, would you?
We've always been friends, Gilligan" she said in a pleading, but
still characteristically sensuous voice.
     Gilligan did not answer. All he could do was to stare at
those breasts. He had always wanted to feast his eyes on them,
and now he would. Reaching out with his left hand, he grabbed
hold of the fabric encasing his prize, and he gave it a firm
pull. The sarong top fell away easily and Ginger's breasts fell
free.
     They were white as buttermilk, with rosebud pink nipples at
the tips. Gilligan reached out his hands to stroke them. They
felt soft and velvety in his hands. They were large, and more
than a mouthful, so he opened his mouth wide and wrapped his jaws
around one of Ginger's milky-white globes. He sucked it in as far
as he could get it to go, and swirled his tongue around her
translucent titty-flesh. Her breast tasted like vanilla ice-
cream, with a sweet maraschino cherry on top. He squeezed her
other breast with his hand as he licked around the one.
     Switching, he moved his mouth to the other breast, which had
now picked up an added flavor of whipped cream. He slid his
tongue down the crease in the middle of her belly, which tasted
like white chocolate, down to her navel. Pressing his tongue deep
into Ginger's bellybutton, he could taste one of Mary Ann's
coconut-cream pies.
     As he tongued Ginger's bellybutton, he ran his hands up her
legs under the sarong. From sensuous calves to tender thighs
to...
     ... He felt the soft down of her bush.
     Removing his tongue from Ginger's navel he pulled aside the
flaps of the sarong, and as he did so he saw a flash of red.
     In seeming anticipation of what was coming next, Ginger
raised her legs and wrapped them around Gilligan's head. He
licked his lips in preparation for the next taste treat and
closed his eyes, ready to take the plunge into that delightful
patch of strawberry colored fur.
     He brought up his hands and grabbed hold of Ginger's sensual
thighs, but...
     Something was wrong. He felt...
     HAIR!
     Gilligan opened his eyes and fell backward out of the grip
of Ginger's legs, and looking up he saw that Ginger was gone. In
her place was a tall, thin man with a moustache.
     "Hey, Waddaya think YOU'RE doing!" the man said in a
familiar voice. "What are ya, some kinda wise guy?"
     Gilligan turned his head, and tied to the next stake where
Mary Ann should have been was a short, plump man dressed in
jungle khakis and a pith helmet.
     "You've been a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad boy!" said the man
in a high pitched, whiny voice.
     Gilligan woke up screaming.

End of Part 2

