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Gilligan's Island: Passion Fruit 11/12
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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: "Passion Fruit" (Part 11)
Gilligan stepped out of his hut and walked around to the kitchen area.
Ginger was bending over the grill, removing the last few filets. He
stepped up behind her, and caressed her lovely bottom.
"Gilligan, is that you?" she asked without turning around.
"Who else would it be?"
"Well, it could be the Skipper. He's the only one not getting any lately."
Gilligan looked around, and seeing nobody around, lifted Ginger's skirt up
over her hips.
"What are you doing?" she asked, straightening up.
Gilligan shrugged.
"Well, if you want a quickie, let's not do it over the fire." She turned
and pulled the last piece of fish off the grill. "There. Now we have a
few minutes until everyone comes in for supper."
She took him into her arms, and kissed him. Gilligan's toes curled in his
worn sneakers.
"Come on," she whispered.
She took his hand and led him into her hut, closing the door behind her.
She flopped down on her cot, hiked up her skirt, and pulled down her
panties.
"Give me your love tool, Gilligan."
Gilligan, grinning, dropped his trousers and climbed on top of her. She
guided his rod to her pussy, and he started stroking, fast, furious
strokes.
He raised himself on his arms, arching his back as he came, pushing his
cock as deeply as he could into her.
He collapsed on top of her. She stroked his hair. "You owe me one," she
whispered. "You want to move in here with me to make up for it?"
He raised his head. "What?"
"Move in with me. Mary Ann's moved in with the Professor."
"What about the Skipper?"
"Fuck the Skipper." She looked at his expression. "No, not literally. I
mean the Skipper can take care of himself. I want you here with me, I want
you all night long."
Gilligan blushed. He nodded.
She pressed his head to her chest.
"Where is everybody?" Mrs. Howell's voice from outside. Gilligan
scrambled to his feet and tried to get his pants on. Ginger got up, her
skirt falling back down to cover her naked ass, and she leaned out the
door. "Be right there, Mrs. Howell."
"Have you seen Gilligan, dear?"
Ginger smiled. "Yes, did you want something?"
"Oh..." the light dawned on Lovey. "Tell him -- when you see him -- that
the Captain is asleep at the waterfall pool, and he's somewhat...
undressed."
"I will. Supper will be in a few minutes," she nodded.
Ginger closed the door. She turned to Gilligan, who had managed to put his
pants on backwards, and was unable to find the drawstrings.
"You heard that?"
"Yeah, I'll go wake him up."
He peeked out the door to see if Mrs. Howell was nearby before he headed
out.
"Why are you doing that?" Ginger asked. "I want everyone to know." She
threw open the door and shouted, "Gilligan is moving in with me!"
There was nobody in the compound to hear. She looked at Gilligan and said,
"Oh, well. We'll announce it at dinner. Go get the Skipper."
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Lovey went into her hut. She looked at the endtable where she had left her
two remaining fruits. They were gone.
"Oh gosh," she thought, "Thurston must have eaten them!"
She ran out the door looking for him.
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Mary Ann snuggled up to the Professor again. She smiled with the thought
that he would be there all night, so warm, so solid.
The Professor wrapped an arm around her, adjusting his position a bit. He
had remarkably the same thoughts.
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Gilligan ran up the path to the sweetwater pool. There was the Skipper,
lying in the grass, a towel over his hips.
He went over to the Skipper and shook his shoulder.
"Skipper, wake up."
The Skipper didn't move.
He took his hat and dipped some water from the pool. He dumped it into the
Skipper's face.
Sputtering, the Skipper sat up, wiping his face. "Gilligan! What did you
do that for?"
"You didn't wake up when I shook you."
"Oh." The Skipper looked around. "Now why would I go to sleep up here?"
He looked down at the towel. "And naked, as well!"
A frown creased Gilligan's brow. "Did you eat any of those yellow fruits I
found lately?"
The Skipper nodded. "Yeah. Mrs. Howell gave me one when I came out of the
shower. That's the last thing I remember." He rubbed his face.
Gilligan understood. He helped the Skipper stand up, and handed him his
clothing, which was now dry. The Skipper got dressed.
"It's time for supper," Gilligan said.
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Lovey stood in the compound, wondering which way to go to look for
Thurston. Could he have found Mary Ann, and... No, Mary Ann was probably
off somewhere with the Professor.
She turned, and almost ran into Ginger, who was carrying a platter of fish
filets to the table.
"Have you seen Thurston?" she asked.
"A little while ago, he was looking for you," Ginger said. "He went that
way." She pointed.
Lovey headed down the path, and nearly ran into Thurston.
"Where have you been, Lovey?" he asked. "I have something wonderful to
show you."
He guided her hand to his crotch.
"Oh my, Thurston," she gasped, "Is that a pistol in your pocket?"
"No. And am I happy to see you!"
He pulled her into his arms and tipped her backwards in an exaggerated
"movie kiss". Their lips met.
Then he dropped her.
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Ginger tapped on the Professor's door. "Supper's ready."
"Be right there," Mary Ann's voice said.
Ginger smiled and walked back towards the table.
Reluctantly, Mary Ann got up and gathered her clothing together. The
Professor rose, and she handed him his trousers.
"Let's go eat," she said, "then come back here for dessert."
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Thurston started to help Lovey up, but she said, "I'm fine, Thurston."
She reached down and hiked up her skirt, revealing her naked cunt. "Let's
take care of that boner of yours."
Thurston wasted no time dropping his pants and climbing between her legs.
He slipped his cock into her.
He began to move, frantically.
"What he lacks in size," Lovey thought, "he makes up for enthusiasm."
Without expecting it, she was actually getting turned on.
Thurston kept pumping, and pumping. Lovey put her legs around his, her
feet behind his knees. She began to move with him, tilting her pelvis
forward and backward with each stroke.
She WAS getting turned on! In fact, she was nearing orgasm. She clasped
at Thurston, whimpering, moaning.
She climaxed, for the first time with Thurston in what... twenty years?
Her cunt squeezed his small cock, her body moving in time with her
contractions.
Thurston began to come, too, his semen spurting hotly inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, nuzzling at her neck.
From her experience with the Captain, she knew she had to get Thurston back
to the compound before he went to sleep. She rolled him over and stood up,
her skirt falling back down around her legs.
She pulled Thurston to his feet. He put a hand to his head.
"I feel so dizzy," he said.
She pulled his trousers up and fastened them. She led him toward the
compound.
Gilligan and the Skipper were at the compound when she approached with
Thurston.
"Give me a hand with him," she said. "He's had too much to drink."
"Must be the barrel of Scotch he found," Gilligan said, and immediately
clamped his hands over his mouth.
The Skipper and Gilligan helped move Mr. Howell to his hut. They lay him
in his cot. He passed into a deep sleep.
"I guess we can save supper for him," Gilligan said.
"Now, what was that about a barrel of Scotch?" Lovey asked.
"Let's talk about that later," Gilligan said, blushing. "Let's go eat."
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Supper was uneventful until Mary Ann announced that she had moved in with
the Professor. Then Ginger announced that Gilligan was moving in with her.
The Skipper clasped Gilligan's shoulder and congratulated him.
"Then you're not upset?" Gilligan asked.
"Why would I be upset, Little Buddy?" the Skipper grinned.
But there was something gnawing at the back of the Skipper's mind. After
supper, he wandered alone down to the lagoon. He sat on a log and stared
out at the ocean.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" a voice behind him said.
He turned, halfway expecting some spectre. It was Lovey Howell.
"Yes. Yes, it is," the Skipper smiled at her.
She stepped up and stood directly behind him. He sat, looking out at the
moonlight reflecting off the top of the small waves.
She put her hands on his shoulders. He jumped at her touch. She began to
massage his shoulders and neck. The Skipper relaxed under her massage.
"You're worried about the young folks, aren't you, Captain?" she asked.
"A little," he nodded. "I hope they know what they're doing."
"Who ever knows what is going to happen when you start a relationship?"
Lovey said, shrugging, continuing to knead the Skipper's shoulders.
There was a moment of silence, then he asked, "So what brings you down
here?"
"The young people paired off and left, and Thurston's asleep. I didn't
feel like staying to hear him snore." She stepped over the log and sat
down beside him. "Besides, I wanted to talk to you."
"To me? What about?" He looked into her face. Was she blushing?
"Captain," she said, shakily, "you know those fruits Gilligan found?"
"Yeah!" he grinned. "Do you have some more?"
"No... I must tell you the truth about them."
"What do you mean? Truth?"
"The fruit has an... unusual... effect on people."
"Oh?"
"Yes." She looked away, out to sea. "It makes people dizzy."
"I don't remember that."
"It also affects memory..."
"Hmmmm. I get the feeling there is something else."
"It excites people sexually."
"Oh." The Skipper nodded, staring out to sea. Then he turned. "Is that
what's causing the others to pair off?"
"Partially," she nodded.
"And you were giving me those fruits..." His eyes widened. "Did you...?"
She nodded, blushing even more.
The Skipper took a deep breath. "What about Mr. Howell?"
"He ate some tonight. That's why he passed out." She turned toward him
again. "Captain, Thurston is a fine man, and we've been married a long
time. But..." She put her hand on his thigh. "But a woman needs... he's
not very well endowed.
"Now that Gilligan's moved in with Ginger, you're going to be alone in your
hut at night." She looked into his eyes. "Would you mind if I came to
visit you some nights, after Thurston's asleep?"
The Skipper mulled it over a moment, silently, then said, "I suppose we
could work it out. But nobody must know, because Mr. Howell must never
know."
Lovey nodded. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks."
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