Mary Ann wants more

After a few minutes, Mary Ann crawled up his body, her breasts dragging against his chest. "I want you inside me," she whispered against his ear.

She lifted her hips and aimed his fat cockhead at her aching, slick pussy. She inserted him into her love channel and slowly sank down, taking his full length. “Oh, fuck me, Gillian! Your cock is a gift to women.”

Gilligan's world exploded in sensation. He gasped as Mary Ann enveloped him completely, her warm wetness squeezing him like nothing he'd ever felt before. His hips jerked upward involuntarily, driving himself deeper into her.

"Oh my—" he choked out, unable to finish the thought. His hands found her hips, fingers digging into her soft skin.

Mary Ann began to move, rising and falling on him in a steady rhythm. Her head fell back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. Sunlight filtered through the jungle canopy, casting dappled patterns across her naked body. Her breasts bounced with each movement, hypnotizing him.

"You feel amazing," she panted, increasing her pace. "So much better than I imagined."

Gilligan could barely process her words. Every nerve ending in his body seemed focused on where they were joined. The jungle heat, the smell of exotic flowers, the distant call of tropical birds—everything intensified the experience. He'd spent so many nights on the Minnow dreaming of something like this, but reality was proving far more overwhelming.

"Mary Ann, I don't know how long I can—" he warned, feeling a familiar pressure building.

She leaned forward, changing the angle and pressing her breasts against his chest. Her lips found his ear. "It's okay," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Let go, Gilligan. Fill me up! I need your seed!"

Gilligan's body tensed as pure ecstasy overwhelmed him. With a strangled cry, he surrendered to the sensation, his hips jerking upward as he released deep inside her. Stars exploded behind his eyelids, and for several blissful moments, he forgot about being shipwrecked, forgot about the Skipper, forgot about everything except Mary Ann and the incredible pleasure coursing through his veins.

Mary Ann collapsed against his chest, her breath coming in quick gasps against his neck. Her skin was slick with sweat, sticking to his as they lay entangled beneath the jungle canopy. Gilligan wrapped his arms around her, hardly believing what had just happened.

"Wow," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "That was... I mean... wow."

Mary Ann giggled softly, the sound vibrating against his chest. "I never thought our first time would be on a deserted island," she murmured, tracing lazy patterns on his skin with her fingertip.

Gilligan's heart swelled. First time. That meant she wanted there to be more. The thought made him dizzy with happiness.

"We should probably get back," Mary Ann said reluctantly, pushing herself up on her elbows to look at him. Her hair was tousled, her lips swollen from their kisses. "They'll wonder where we've been."

"Yeah," Gilligan agreed, though he made no move to get up. He wanted to freeze this moment in his memory forever.

He watched as Mary Ann put her clothes back on, smiled at him, and ran back down the path to the beach.

Gilligan slowly stood up and found his clothes, dressing slowly as his mind replayed his tryst with the gorgeous farm girl. The image of her swaying breasts in front of his face lingered for many minutes.

He walked back to camp with a dazed look on his face.