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Gilligan's Island: Passion Fruit 1/12
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The events in these stories take place circa 1969, after the original run of
the series.
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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: "Passion Fruit" (Part 1)
(Everybody sing!!)
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip
That started in this tropic port, aboard this tiny Ship.
The mate was a mighty sailin' man, the Skipper brave and sure,
Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour.
A three hour tour.
The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Minnow would be lost.
The Minnow would be lost.
The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
With Gilligan, the Skipper too, the Millionaire and his wife,
A movie star, the Professor and Mary Ann, here on Gilligans Isle.
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Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage, as Ginger
waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall.
Her back was toward him as she moved under the waterfall. He saw her drop her
clothing and caught a glimpse of her bare ass before it was covered with the
white water.
"C'mon, Ginger, turn around," he whispered. "Turn around..."
He reached down into his pants and gripped his penis, already erect. He pulled
it out and stroked it, watching the shadowy image of Ginger's naked bottom
through the flowing water.
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Under the waterfall, Ginger smiled secretly to herself. "He's out there again,
she mumbled to herself. "Who could miss that hat?"
She rubbed herself with the mild coconut soap the Professor had made for her.
Her fingers rolling over her firm breasts and erect nipples, made firm not only
by the cold water but by the knowledge that Gilligan was watching her again.
Her hands moved down her body to her groin, around her hips, then to her groin,
her fingers sliding through her red pubic hair into the warmth of her pussy.
Her fingertips found her clit, and she sucked air through her teeth as she
rubbed her love button.
"I'll give Gilligan a thrill," she said, as she relaxed under the waterfall.
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Gilligan stared at the glimmering waterfall, as Ginger's rear end broke through
the water. He saw the pink pucker of her asshole, the darkness of her nether
lips below.
"Nnnnnnngggggggghhhhh!" Gilligan groaned, as a glob of white burst from his
cock, coating the palm leaves in front of him, as he fell backwards, landing on
his ass. "Ow," he said, falling backwards into a somersault. His head hit a
tree, and he blacked out.
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Ginger looked back through her legs and saw Gilligan's hat disappear. She
giggled and stood up again and backed up into the waterfall to rinse the soap
from her body. She reached over and grabbed her towel and wrapped it around
her. Her body would dry on its own in this tropical air; she only brought the
towel with her to cover up with.
She casually glanced over to the bushes where Gilligan was hiding. He seemed t
be gone. She smiled a secret little smile as she walked back to the hut.
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Roy Hinkley, otherwise known as "the Professor", was in his hut, working on the
radio again. He had already cannibalized every electronic device that had been
on the Minnow, and was frankly worried that his wizardry with the radio was
finally at an end. He heated a wire held in a wooden handle over a candle, and
attempted to resolder the broken circuit board.
"Shit!" he sputtered, as the board slipped off the table and fell to the floor,
breaking the jerry-rigged repairs once again.
"That's it," he sighed. "We're completely out of touch with civilization."
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Lovey Howell stared into the mirror, and started to apply her makeup. The
Professor's substitute for her pancake base was a little grainy, but it was the
right color. The red berry lipstick was not. 'But it is tasty', she thought,
licking the lipstick, the motion reminding her of.... something.
"Oh!" she said, suddenly remembering. "Oh, it's been years..." She looked ove
at Thurston, snoring on the cot. "But I think the lipstick's bigger." She
smiled, softly.
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Mary Ann was back behind her hut working at the stone oven. She plucked a
freshly baked piecrust out of the oven, and set it on her table. She turned,
and stirred the pineapple-coconut creme mixture in the bowl while the piecrust
cooled.
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Captain Jonas Grumby was beside the lagoon, casting a fishing line into the
water. Suddenly, there was a high pitched whine behind him. He turned, to see
two men; one tall, dressed in blue shirt and black trousers, the other was
dressed in a gold shirt and black trousers. The taller man's ears looked
strangely pointed.
The two looked at the Skipper a moment, then the shorter man said, "I thought
you said this island was uninhabited."
The man in blue said, "According to our records, this island was uncharted unti
1977. Logically, it would be assumed to be uninhabited."
The man in gold reached behind him, and brought forward a small box, and flippe
it open. "Beam us up, Mr. Scott."
"Wait!" the Skipper shouted. "We're the passengers and crew of the Minnow!
Can't you rescue us?"
"Sorry," the man in gold shrugged. "We're not allowed to interfere."
There was a high-pitched whine, and the two men seemed to dissolve. The Skippe
was left alone on the beach, staring at the empty space where the two men had
once been.
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Gilligan staggered back to his feet, and looked toward the waterfall. Ginger
and her clothing were gone. He tucked his penis back into his pants, and heade
back toward the compound.
As he walked down the path, a bright yellow color caught his eye. He stepped
over to the plant, a leafy vine curling up the side of a palm tree. The vine
was covered with fairly large, bright yellow fruit.
Gilligan picked one of the fruits and sniffed it. It smelled faintly of
banana... no, of strawberry... no, of raspberry.... it smelled delicious.
Without thinking, he popped the fruit into his mouth. It _was_ delicious.
Gilligan started picking as many of the fruits as he could reach, gathering the
up in his shirt, pulling the hem up to form a pocket.
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Mary Ann touched the piecrust; it was cool enough to put her pie filling into.
She started scooping the coconut-pineapple mixture into the piecrust and sighed
"I'm so tired of coconut and pineapple..."
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At that moment, Gilligan burst out of the jungle. Mary Ann jumped, startled.
"Oh, Gilligan, you scared me!" She fussed.
"Sorry. Where's the Professor?"
"He's in his hut. What have you got there?"
"I don't know. I've never seen them before." He poured out the fruits on the
table.
Mary Ann picked one up and sniffed it. "Smells delicious."
"They are."
"Gilligan!" she exclaimed, "You didn't eat one, did you?"
"Yeah."
"You remember what the Professor said," she scolded, "Don't eat anything you
don't know."
Gilligan picked up one of the fruits and said, "I'm going to check with the
Professor."
As he left, Mary Ann sniffed the fruit again and smiled.
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"Where did you say you found these?" the Professor asked. He reached for a boo
on his makeshift shelf.
"Between here and the sweetwater pool," Gilligan said.
"Hmmmmm," the Professor said, turning pages. He took a knife and sliced open
the fruit. Inside were a mass of tiny seeds.
"Here it is," he said, pointing at the page. "Looks like you don't need to
worry, Gilligan, they're perfectly safe to eat."
"Thank goodness." Gilligan gasped. "I'll go tell Mary Ann."
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"And the Professor says they're good to eat?" Mary Ann asked.
"No, he said they were safe to eat." Gilligan picked up another fruit. "I sai
they were good."
"Then they're going in my pie. I'm very tired of coconut and pineapple." Mary
Ann picked up a knife, and started slicing the fruits, and arranged the slices
on the pie.
Gilligan watched as Mary Ann sliced and arranged the slices. His vision seemed
to go blurry, and for one second, he could have sworn Mary Ann was naked.
"Go wash up for supper," Mary Ann said, continuing to slice the little yellow
fruits.
"Yes, Mother," Gilligan grinned, and headed to his hut.
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