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Gilligan's Island: Passion Fruit 2/12
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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: "Passion Fruit" (Part 2)
Dinner was a nice mess of fish the Skipper had caught and grilled. After
dinner, Mary Ann brought out her pie.
"These are those new fruits Gilligan found," she said, pointing out the bright
yellow slices.
"They're delicious," Mrs. Howell smiled. "Gilligan's always finding lovely
things."
"Now if he could only find a gin-and-tonic-tree," Thurston Howell grumbled.
The Professor winced. "You know I've done my best since your liquor ran out,
Mr. Howell. But juniper trees don't grow on this island."
"Or a good Kentucky Bourbon tree."
"Mr. Howell..." The Professor started.
"Very well, very well," Howell said, with a grim face. "I'll just have to do
with this fruit punch you made up..." He took a deep swig from his glass and
hiccuped.
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Gilligan's vision blurred again. As he looked across the table, he could swear
that Ginger and Mary Ann had removed all their clothing.
He blinked. The vision was still there. He smiled, admiring Ginger's pink
nipples and Mary Ann's darker brown ones. He glanced at Mrs. Howell. She too
was naked, her breasts surprisingly pert for an "older" lady. Her nipples were
erect and pointed at him.
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"Gilligan? Gilligan?"
He had been staring for several minutes, a strange smile on his face. Gilligan
blinked and looked around, his vision clear, and the girls were dressed.
"Are you all right, Little Buddy?" the Skipper asked.
"Yes, yes. Fine..." He looked down at his lap, realizing he had a boner. He
pulled the sailcloth napkin over his lap to conceal the swelling.
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After supper, Mr. & Mrs. Howell excused themselves to go back to their hut.
Ginger and Mary Ann cleared the table, and the Professor headed back to his lab
to work on the radio once more, just in case.
"Skipper, did you notice anything different at supper," Gilligan asked.
"Other than your staring at Mrs. Howell's bosom?"
"You saw it too?"
"Everyone saw it."
"Weren't they beautiful?"
"I meant everyone saw you staring... What are you talking about?"
"Ummmm... nothing. Nothing. Good night, Skipper. I'm going for a walk."
Gilligan stood up and walked down the path toward the lagoon.
The Skipper sat back, leaning against the table, picking his teeth. He felt an
unusual pressure in his groin, and reached down to adjust himself.
"Geez," he muttered to himself, "I've got a stiffy that won't quit..."
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Ginger and Mary Ann finished washing the wooden dishes, and racked them up to
dry.
As Ginger dried her hands, she leaned against the washtub. "Who do you think i
cuter, Mary Ann... The Professor or Gilligan?"
"Do you realize how many times we've had this conversation?"
"Yes, but I'm serious tonight."
"Serious?"
"Yeah... for some reason, I'm very horny tonight." Her hands slid down her
body.
Mary Ann dropped her towel over the towel rod and turned to face Ginger. "You
know, I think I know what you mean."
Ginger put a hand over her crotch. "I think I'm on fire."
Mary Ann blushed. She reached down to her own crotch, surprised at the heat sh
found there.
"You too?" Ginger asked.
Mary Ann nodded.
"We need men..." Ginger gasped.
"Why?" asked Mary Ann, reaching over to Ginger. She stepped forward, pressing
her breasts against Ginger's. She tenderly kissed Ginger's lips.
"Oh gosh," Ginger whispered. "Let's go inside."
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The Professor was working on the radio again, a frustrating experience, because
as soon as he made one connection, another broke. He sat back in his chair, hi
hand dropping to his lap.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, fingering his erection through his pants. "What a
hard-on!"
He unzipped his pants, releasing his loveprod. He stroked it slowly, leaning
back in his chair, closing his eyes.
"Mary Ann," he whispered. "Mary Ann..."
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Lovey Howell looked at her husband in a new light; he was deep in his drink, bu
there was a burning sensation in her loins that she had not felt in years. She
slipped behind her dressing-screen, and took off her dress and undergarments,
and slipped into her flimsiest nightgown. She looked down at her breasts, the
nipples distended and erect, tenting her nightgown. She slid her hands down he
body to her crotch, which was hot ...and wet.
She stepped around the screen. "Thurston..."
Mr. Howell's eyes bugged. "Lovey, you're lovely!!"
She slid around in front of him, and turned slowly, allowing him to view her
entire body.
Thurston took another deep swig of his drink, and set the bamboo glass on the
endtable. He grabbed Lovey, and pressed his face between her breasts.
"Oh, Thurston!" she whispered.
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Gilligan wandered around the lagoon, his erection tenting his pants. He reache
down and untied his trousers, letting them drop around his feet. He took a fir
grip on his penis, and began stroking, faster and faster.
"Ginger... Ginger... " his voice, beginning low, became a chant as he pumped hi
cock. "Gin-ger-gin-ger-gin-ger-gin-ger"
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"Ginger!"
Mary Ann's voice was a plea, as Ginger's mouth and tongue stroked Mary Ann's
labia and clitoris.
Ginger was kneeling beside Mary Ann's cot, between Mary Ann's legs. Mary Ann
herself was seated on the edge of the cot, leaning backward, supporting her
upper body on her arms.
"My gosh, Ginger," Mary Ann gasped, "where did you learn to do that?"
Ginger raised her head, but put her fingers where her mouth had been.
"Sometimes you have to sleep with women in Hollywood, too," she smiled. Her
fingers slipped up into Mary Ann's pussy, slippery with saliva and her
lubricating juices.
"Oh geez," Mary Ann cried, "I'm coming, I'm coming."
Ginger bent back to Mary Ann's clit, sucking on the hard, hot nubbin, as Mary
Ann shook the bed with the force of her orgasm.
Mary Ann sat up, weakly, and leaned forward, taking Ginger's face between her
hands. She kissed Ginger's lips softly, her tongue darting out, tasting her ow
juices on Ginger's mouth.
"Now it's your turn," Mary Ann said, softly.
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Mrs. Howell knelt down beside her husband's chair. Thurston stood up,
drunkenly, and dropped his pants to the floor and kicked them aside. He pulled
down his boxer shorts, and kicked them over on top of his trousers. He sat bac
down, pushing his hips forward, his erection pointing at his wife's face.
Lovey leaned forward, drawing his penis between her lips. "I was right," she
thought, "The lipstick _was_ bigger."
She took his full length into her mouth, her nose pressing against his pubic
hair. His penis barely reached the back of her mouth.
She rolled her tongue around the head of Thurston's penis, while with one hand
she reached up and massaged his marble-sized testicles.
"Oh, Lovey," Thurston moaned, and he came.
Two spurts of watery fluid splashed into Lovey's mouth, with the vague taste of
fruit juice. Thurston collapsed into the chair, and before Lovey could stand
up, he was snoring.
"Shit!" said Lovey, then covered her mouth. Such language!
She stepped over to the window, and slowly opened the shutters. There in the
compound by the dinner table sat the Captain. And what was that in his hand?
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The Professor was approaching orgasm. He grabbed the end of his cock just as h
came, pinching the end, holding in the ejaculate. He almost rose out of the
chair with the force of his orgasm, but he held his grip.
Still holding his penis, he got up and stepped to the doorway of his hut. He
stepped outside and around the corner, and let go of his cock. His semen flowe
out his cock to the ground.
He glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Nobody in sight. He tucked
his deflating cock back into his pants. There was a light still on in Ginger
and Mary Ann's hut.
The Professor quietly crept up on their hut and pushed his fingers quietly
through the palm-frond walls. He looked through the little space created by hi
fingers.
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Ginger was on her back on her cot, her legs spread wide, her knees raised. Mar
Ann was crouched between Ginger's legs, leaning forward, her mouth pressed
against Ginger's hot, wet pussy.
"Now move your tongue around my clit," Ginger whispered. "That's it... yes,
ummmm."
Mary Ann's ass was raised up in the air, and as it happens, was pointed directl
toward the Professor's peephole. He had an excellent view of the pucker of her
asshole, and the dark-haired, wet pussy lips below. The Professor's cock began
to grow again, and he unzipped, and released it from its prison.
"Put a finger inside me," Ginger whispered.
Mary Ann shifted slightly, and complied, her finger slipping effortlessly into
the wetness of her cunt.
"Now, press up with your finger. Ahh! UH! Oh yes... that's it... yessss."
The Professor began to stroke his cock gently as it regained its full erection
again.
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