Part 2.2: Role Play Ginger walked toward the Professor, her perfect toes pressing lightly into the sand. Gilligan followed, crawling on all fours. The Professor was slouched down in his chair, the heels of his canvas shoes pressing into the sand and his finger digging fiercely at his stiff cock. It's outline was clearly visible through his trousers. "Do you think we should give the Professor a treat for being such a good little worm?" she asked Gilligan. He nodded in reply. "Professor, would you like to taste Marianne pussy?" she asked. Mouth still gagged with the fat green fruit, the Professor nodded wildly. "And would you like to kiss another man?" Eyes wide, the Professor shook his head no, desperately wanting to avoid any same-sex contact. "Well, you can't have one with the other, so I'm having Gilligan give you a kiss. Gilligan?" She grabbed Gilligan gently by the hair and lifted him up onto the nearly-prone figure of the Professor. Wearing only his boxer shorts, Gilligan could feel the Professor's stiff cock pressing against his own hard member. He laid his still-wet lips on the Professor's, who had his eyes closed in fear. As Gilligan pulled away, he saw the Professor lick his lips and shudder at the faint taste of heaven he found there. "Good boy," Ginger said, stroking Gilligan's dark hair. "Professor, I think some day I'll have Gilligan fuck Marianne. How would like that?" The Professor shook his head no. "Hmm... that's too bad. I'm going to do it anyway. And then I think I'll have him ejaculate inside her. Would you like that?" "No!" The Professor moaned and began to cry with frustration. "And then," Ginger said coolly, "I think I'll have her squat over you so that his cum runs out of her pussy and into your mouth. You'll be mere inches away and won't be able to taste her, only another man's semen. Would you like that?" "NOOO!" he cried, shaking his head back and forth frantically. "You know, I don't think I like how much you keep saying no. Do you worship me as the goddess I am?" The Professor nodded. "The you should be saying yes to everything I have to say. Don't you agree?" Reluctantly, the Professor nodded. "And I know just how to test your new-found loyalty AND give you a little treat for being such a good worm. Do you want to see my pussy?" The Professor nodded so violently Gilligan was worried he'd break his neck. "I have the most delightful red pussy hair. And Marianne always says the taste is divine, don't you darling?" "Mm-hmm!" Marianne replied. She was still seated, naked from the waist down and fingering her pussy and clitoris. "I think it's time for you to drink my nectar," Ginger proclaimed. The Professor, a look of horror on his face, was just beginning to shake his head in refusal when Ginger raised one pale, strong arm. The palm was poised, ready to strike. "Ah, ah, ah..." she said, reprimanding. "And if you're really good, I may even let you orgasm. Now lie on the ground." The Professor scrambled out of his chair and lay flat on his back. Ginger stood astride him. Elegantly, she sat down on his chest. "Now, I'm going to pull your gag out, but you are finished if you utter a single word I do not want to hear, understood?" The Professor nodded and Ginger pulled the fruit out his mouth, tossing it away. She shuffled forward so that she was above his face, the hem of her gown obscuring the Professor's head from Gilligan's view. From inside her gown, which glowed translucent in the firelight, the Professor could see that her pussy was suspended mere inches above his face. He could see the elegant hairs and the pale wet lips, which were edged in pink. "Open your mouth, and do not spill a drop," Ginger said and Gilligan saw the Professor begin to squirm under her. He heard the faint hiss as she began pissing into the mouth of the Professor. Gilligan could also hear the Professor frantically swallowing, gulping huge mouthfuls right from the source he so worshiped. Finally she finished, then stood up and walked back to Marianne who was still seated and masturbating. Her back to Gilligan, Ginger lifted the front of her gown and said to Marianne, "Be a dear and finish me off?" Eagerly, Marianne leaned forward, licking away the last few golden drops and then began licking Ginger in earnest. "Now Professor," Ginger said in a breathy voice,"you may cum. But you must do it laying down on your stomach, with your hands behind your back." Gilligan looked to the Professor, whose face was still wet with drops of Ginger's urine. The Professor flipped over onto his stomach, linked his arms behind his back, and began frantically grinding himself into the sand, attempting to bring himself to a long-overdue orgasm. Ginger moaned lightly, her famous composure momentarily slipping under the pressure of Marianne's expert tongue. She dug her fingers into the brunette hair and shuddered. As she came, Marianne gave a slight yelp; she had been masturbating as she licked her lover's pussy and she too had just come. Finally, with a load roar of release, the Professor orgasmed, beating his body against the sand and earth. He rolled over onto his back, revealing an enormous wet stain across the front of his trousers. Ginger walked over to Gilligan and looked down at him, "Nothing for you?" Gilligan shook his head no. "You're a dear," she said and smiled lovingly at him. As Marianne shrugged herself back into her shorts, Ginger walked over to where the Professor was laying and placed one beautiful, sandy foot on his face, grinding it in. "You call yourself a man of knowledge, a man of culture, a man of science, but you're nothing but an animal, a worm." She removed her foot and spit a large drop of saliva onto his face. Gilligan saw that the Professor's face bore a wide smile of pleasure and satisfaction and he knew that although Ginger's actions may seem cruel, she was in fact truly kind, and had given the Professor a wonderful gift. Marianne stepped over the Professor, using his crotch as a stepping stone, giggling as he winced in pain. With the girls gone and the Professor in bliss on the ground, Gilligan stood up and walked towards the hut of the millionaires, Mr. and Mrs. Howell, wondering what other surprises this night had in store for him...
