Part 2.1: Role Play It was hot and humid in the moonlit darkness. Gilligan could hear muffled voices as he walked along the jungle path toward the hut of Ginger and Marianne. More than once he had pleasured himself while peeking through the window at the beautiful pair making love. For their part, the two lovers enjoyed knowing that Gilligan was out there, watching, yearning, and stoking himself into a fit of passion. Not tonight though; Ginger’s breathy voice was coming through the forest ahead, where the light of a fire could be seen. Still bare except for his white boxers, Gilligan got down on his hands and knees and crawled through the underbrush towards the light. As he got closer he could make out three figures in a clearing. When he finally got close enough to view them, it seemed that, for one brief moment, the smoky, regal eyes of Ginger had glanced in his direction. From his vantage point -on all fours below the heavy, tropical leaves- Gilligan could see Ginger and Marianne on one side of a small fire, with the Professor opposite them. Marianne was seated on a deck chair reclaimed from their beached ship, The Minnow. She was silent but grinned mischievously, lasciviously. The petite brunette wore tight, cut off jeans and a blue-and-white gingham shirt, the front tails of which were tied in a knot between her breasts. Her hair was pulled into two pig tails. The overall effect was one of paradox: a powerful sexuality in the guise of sweetness. Ginger stood behind her, wearing a shimmering evening gown that sparkled with the light from the fire and stood out brilliantly from the dark and steamy jungle behind her. The fire also accentuated her fiery red hair. She was barefoot. Ginger's long, elegant fingers gently massaged Marianne's shoulders. Marianne began to suck seductively on one of her own fingers, causing a groan of pleasure from the Professor. The Professor was seated in a low chair assembled roughly from bamboo. Khaki-coloured clothes covered his fit, masculine form. His hands gripped the arms of the chair and Gilligan noticed that there was a fruit, fat and green, shoved into his mouth. He was unable to speak but stared at the two women with fierce intensity through the flickering tongues of the small fire. His light brown hair was damp with sweat. Ginger spoke up in a soft, breathy voice, "Oh, I do think the darling Professor is feeling very horny." In response, the Professor squirmed and moaned in his chair. "Too bad the pathetic little worm will never get to taste us." Marianne smiled devilishly as she bit her finger, "Mm-hm..." Ginger's long fingers moved from Marianne's shoulders, down across her firm breasts, over her stomach and down to the creamy skin of her thighs. Marianne moaned with pleasure as Ginger's fingers moved up towards her core, sliding over the hem of the shorts, at last reaching the seated woman's crotch, where her hands could feel the warm, moist heat pouring from Marianne's pussy. "Oh, my dear girl, your pussy feels so good, would you like someone to stroke it?" "Oh, yes..." Marianne whispered. "Do you think we should let the Professor touch your heavenly place?" "Mmm... no... just you..." "I agree, he doesn't deserve to even see your pussy." At this the Professor moaned, and, lifting one hand from the arm of the chair grabbed roughly at his cock through the material of his pants. Eyes burning, Ginger strode across the sand and administered a hard slap to the Professor's face. Immediately he returned his hand to the armrest. "That's better. Now, if you're a good worm, I MAY let you touch yourself, but later. Understood?" The Professor nodded. "One more mistake like that and we are finished." She turned her back to the Professor and strode proudly back to Marianne, this time standing before her. "Now where were we, oh yes, we were talking of someone worshiping your beautiful pussy... Now who should do it?" Without turning her head Ginger called to the darkness, "Gilligan, would you crawl over here please?" Startled, Gilligan was momentarily paralyzed. "How did Ginger know I was here?" he asked himself. But all questions were forgotten as he thought of running his tongue along Marianne hot, wet pussy. He crawled forward, making his was to Ginger's side. "Good boy," she whispered, and with her scarlet fingernails she scratched as you would a dog. "First, why don't you lean forward and press your nose into her jeans." Gilligan did as he was told and was rewarded with the hot, musky scent of Marianne's aroused pussy. "Did you enjoy that?" Ginger asked. Gilligan nodded, the scent of Marianne still on his lips. Ginger turned to the Professor. "I want you to see, Professor, just how much Gilligan is going to enjoy licking Marianne's darling pussy. More importantly, I want you to know that you will never, ever have it." The Professor moaned in agony of pleasure. "But I will allow you to touch yourself, but only with one finger, and only through your clothes." "Thank you, Mistress Ginger," the Professor mumbled through his gagged mouth. With his right index finger he began stabbing furiously at the stiff cock in his pants. "See, I'm not so cruel, am I?" Ginger asked teasingly. "No Mistress Ginger," The Professor replied. "Now Gilligan, help Marianne out of her shorts so that you can pleasure her. Of course you may pleasure yourself as well, but her pleasure must come first." Gilligan nodded and began to pull off Marianne's jean shorts. She raised her buttocks off the chair to make it easier. She wasn't wearing any panties and when he had finished pulling her shorts down past her feet, Gilligan caught his first glimpse of her pussy. Her pink and red lips were wet with passion and crowned with glossy black hair. He sat on his heels, in awe of her beauty and sexuality. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Ginger asked and placing her hand on the back of his head, gently guided him forward. Gilligan began to lick, gently at first, then moving outwards, taking long, probing licks with his tongue, sliding it inside her, gently teasing her clitoris. Gilligan felt thrilled with pleasure and, from the moans and gasps coming from Marianne, he knew she was too. The whole time his face was in Marianne glorious pussy, he was keenly, erotically aware of both Ginger's authoritative presence behind him and of the Professor who watched from a distance. Marianne began to buck and moan at Gilligan's tonguing, and she knew her climax was coming soon. "Harder, harder, harder..." she moaned and Gilligan felt firm pressure on the back of his head as Ginger pushed his face further and further into Marianne's hot wetness. "Now finger her, two fingers, do it now." Ginger commanded and Gilligan complied, gasping at the heat, wetness and pressure of Marianne's vagina. Suddenly, her muscles clamped around his penetrating fingers and her body arched. Marianne moaned with pleasure and with both hands pulled Gilligan's face tight into her crotch. He couldn't breathe, happily smothering in her. She collapsed in the chair, her beautiful round breasts heaving beneath her shirt. "Good work, Gilligan," Ginger said, "now follow me over to the Professor."
