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Gilligan's Island: Passion Fruit 10/12
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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: "Passion Fruit" (Part 10)
Gilligan ran into the compound and looked around for Mrs. Howell. Not
seeing her, he tapped on their door. "Mrs. Howell?"
"Yes, Gilligan dear?" She opened the door.
"I found some," he said, breathlessly. He unrolled his shirt, and handed
her the three fruits.
"Oh, thank you, dear boy!" She took one and sniffed it. "Smells
delicious!"
"Ummm," Gilligan shifted from foot to foot. "Mrs. Howell, Mr. Howell sent
me for a couple of his empty bottles. But I wasn't supposed to tell you."
Lovey frowned slightly, but she was delighted to have the fruits. "Of
course you can have his empties." She stepped away from the door and let
Gilligan inside. "They're over there in the cabinet."
Gilligan stepped over and opened the door. There were several bottles of
different-colored fermented fruit juices, and several empties. He picked
up two of the empty bottles.
"Thanks," Gilligan said, clutching the bottles.
"Thank YOU, Gilligan," she said, clasping the fruits to her chest.
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The Professor unbuttoned Mary Ann's blouse, and peeled it back over her
shoulders. He caressed the smooth globes of her breasts, their dark brown
nipples popping up like rubber erasers under his fingers.
She moaned, and kissed his neck.
His hands moved farther down, and unfastened her shorts, dropping them to
her feet, where she stepped out of them, along with her shoes.
She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers down his
hairless chest. She dropped her hands down to his pants, unfastening them,
and they joined Mary Ann's on the floor. He stepped out of his shoes.
Mary Ann sank down into the bed, and lay on her back. She lifted her
knees, extending her arms towards the Professor. He climbed into the bed,
slipping up between her thighs.
He ran his hands over her legs, and up her sides to her breasts, tweaking
her nipples again. Then back down, running his fingers through her dark
pubic hair to the warm wet place below.
His thumb found her clit, warm and erect under its tiny hood. She gasped
as his thumb brushed over it.
The fingers of his other hand parted her labia, and he could see the moist
pinkness within. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gripped it with
her vaginal muscles.
He bent down and touched her clit with his tongue. It felt hot, and he
rolled his tongue over it.
Mary Ann gasped and reached for his head, running her fingers into his
hair.
He moved his tongue down further, sliding down the slippery skin past her
pisshole, plunging his tongue as deeply as he could into her pussy.
She wiggled her hips, running her fingers over his head.
He moved back up to her clit, sliding his tongue, around and over her clit.
He fastened his lips around her clit, sucking gently, brushing her clit
with the tip of his tongue. She gripped his hair, holding him in place.
"OoooooOOOOOooooOOOOOOOoooooohhhhhh!" she moaned, thrashing her head from
side to side.
The Professor raised his head, and as Mary Ann released her grip on his
hair, he slid up her body, to kiss her waiting lips. His cock poised on
its own at the entrance to her cunt, the cockhead parting her labia, and
sliding to its full length inside her.
"Ummmmmmph" moaned Mary Ann into the Professor's mouth. Her clit pressed
against the base of his cock, as she tilted her pelvis back. Her vaginal
muscles clamped around his penis, holding him in place.
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Mrs. Howell walked around to the "kitchen", where Ginger was stirring the
hot coals, ready to place the fish filets on the grill.
"Do you know where the Captain is?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"He said he was going up to take a shower in the waterfall," Ginger said.
Mrs. Howell's eyebrow lifted. "Thanks, honey," she said.
Lovey took another path, but moved around after she was out of Ginger's
sight. She headed directly for the waterfall.
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Mr. Howell used the vine-hose to siphon his Scotch into the empty bottles
Gilligan had brought back. Gilligan carved a piece of wood to fit the hole
they had bored in the barrel. When he had filled the two bottles, Howell
tamped the stopper into the barrel.
"Thanks, dear boy." Howell grinned. "Now I'm a happy man."
He staggered back toward the compound, clutching the precious bottles to
his chest protectively.
Gilligan shrugged, and followed Howell up the path.
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Mary Ann shivered, right on the edge of orgasm. The Professor's cock was
deep in her pussy, her clit pressed hard against the base of his shaft.
The Professor made a small stroke, pulling back about an inch, then moving
back in deeply.
Mary Ann gasped, the warm flow of orgasm sweeping over her, convulsing her
body.
Mary Ann lifted her legs, placing them up on the Professor's shoulders.
This lifted her hips, and constricted her pussy, giving the Professor more
friction in her slippery cunt.
He began a rapid stroke, diving deeply into her cunt, pulling back until
his cockhead was nearly completely out, then back again.
He held his breath, holding himself back a little, but it was too late, he
burst inside her, emptying his balls inside her.
She let her legs down, he rolled over to her side, holding her in his arms.
She tucked her head down under his chin, clinging tightly to him, their
legs entangling.
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Mrs. Howell approached the sweetwater pool cautiously. The Captain was
still there, under the waterfall.
She could hear his voice, singing. "Roll me over, in the clover..."
She ducked down behind some bushes, and watched, as the Skipper turned
around under the water. She could see his cock, hanging down between his
legs.
"I should call him 'elephant'," she thought, and smiled.
He finished rinsing off and stepped out from under the waterfall, reaching
for his towel. He dried off, and wrapped the towel around his hips, hiding
his manhood from her. He turned his back on her, rinsing out his clothing.
She stood up, walked toward the pond, and cleared her throat. The Skipper
turned, automatically checking to make sure his towel was in place.
"Excuse me, Captain," she said, "I didn't know you were up here."
"Just taking a shower and rinsing my clothes, Mrs. Howell," he said. "I'll
be done in a minute."
He pulled his clothes out of the water and wrung them out. He threw them
over his arm and started away from the pool.
"Oh!" Lovey said, as if she just remembered. "Gilligan found another one
of these, and I knew how much you liked them." She pulled the yellow fruit
out of her pocket and handed it to the Skipper.
"Gee, Mrs. Howell, thanks." He took a bite of the fruit.
"Don't spoil your appetite for supper," she said, smiling.
The Skipper blinked, smiled, and blinked again. "Mrs. Howell..."
"Lovey, please."
"Lovey, did you just take off your clothes?"
She looked down, no, she was still dressed.
"No, why..."
The Skipper blinked again. "No, I guess you didn't. Sorry."
He started to turn to head back to the compound.
"But I could," she said.
He turned to face her. She quickly unbuttoned her dress, letting it drop
to the ground. She had worn no bra today, just her lace panties.
The Skipper stared. "Mrs. Howell!"
Her breasts bobbed as she walked over to him, her nipples beginning to
erect. She glanced down; his towel was beginning to tent.
She put a hand on his cheek, then kissed him, her tongue pushing deep into
his mouth.
The Skipper dropped his clothing in the grass, and wrapped his arms around
her. She reached down and unfastened his towel, and grabbed hold of his
penis with both hands.
She stepped back, pulling him by the cock. She lowered herself to the
ground, pulling him with her. He crouched over her, kissing her mouth,
while she guided his cock to the entrance to her vagina.
He pressed his hips forward; his penis began to slide into her.
It was getting easier, Lovey thought, easier all the time.
The Skipper's cock filled her completely. She wrapped her legs around his
hips, tilting her pelvis forward and back to rub her clit against the base
of his cock.
She was coming already, she thought, and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me
now, Jonas. Give it all to me."
The Skipper began to stroke, slowly at first, but building to a faster
pace. Lovey began to come, an orgasm sweeping through her, and right
behind that one, another, even more powerful.
The Skipper grunted, and Lovey held on as he came inside her, and a third,
even more powerful orgasm washed over her. The Skipper collapsed, rolling
them over to their sides, still tangled together, his huge cock still
filling her pussy.
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Thurston Howell looked both ways before he entered his hut. He stowed away
the two bottles of Scotch in his cabinet, hiding them behind the fruit
hooch. He started back outside, but noticed two fruits on the endtable.
"Hmmmm," he mused, picking up one of the fruits. "These were delicious, as
I recall." He took a big bite, chewing it with great gusto and a huge
smile. The next bite finished the fruit. He picked up the second one. He
ate that one as well.
He got out a drinking cup, and was reaching for his bottle of Scotch, when
he felt a strong pressure in his pants.
The feeling was so unusual for him that he lost his balance, landing on his
butt on the floor. He reached for his groin where the pressure was, and
found he had an erection.
He stood up and dropped his pants, looking in Lovey's mirror. "By gosh, it
is a boner, and a fairly big one at that. Wait till Lovey sees this!"
He pulled up his trousers, blousing them around his erection. He went
outside to the kitchen area, where Ginger was just taking the fish off the
grill.
"Have you seen Lovey?"
"She went that way," Ginger said, pointing down the pathway Lovey had
originally gone down.
Howell headed toward the path, then turned slowly, looking at Ginger. "My
dear, have you done something with your hair?"
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The Skipper had dozed off. Lovey got up, stepped over to the pool to rinse
off, and put on her dress. She stuffed her panties into her pocket. She
draped the Skipper's towel over him, and set his clothing nearby.
She headed back down the path toward the compound.
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