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Gilligan's Island: Passion Fruit 3/12
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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: "Passion Fruit" (Part 3)
Gilligan was coming, his voice shouting over the surf, "Gin-ger! Gin-Ger!"
He began to ejaculate, his semen launching from his cock like a pistol, landing
in the sand ten feet away.
Suddenly realizing that he was shouting, Gilligan clamped his hands over his
mouth. He pulled up his pants and retied them. He started back to the
compound.
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Mrs. Howell quietly slipped out of her hut, still wearing her filmy negligee.
She stepped up behind the Skipper, who she could see was stroking an absolutely
huge erection.
"Captain," she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, "may I give you som
help with that?"
The Skipper jumped, his world suddenly becoming bigger than his cock. He looke
up at Mrs. Howell, her breasts an an even level with his face. Her filmy
negligee did nothing to hide her body.
Lovey moved around in front of the Captain, knelt down, and planted a kiss on
the knob on the end of his penis.
She wrapped both hands around his shaft. The Skipper leaned back, as Lovey
kissed his cock again.
She tried to wrap her lips around his penis, but it was too big. She settled
for placing her lips just around the tip of his cock, tickling his pisshole wit
her tongue.
"Mrs. Howell, we mustn't..."
She looked up. "Never mind Thurston," she said, softly. "He's out for the
night."
She stood up, without taking her hands from his penis. "This way, Captain," sh
said, and led him into the jungle away from the compound.
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Gilligan approached the compound. As he neared, he saw a movement near Ginger
and Mary Ann's hut. He moved quietly, and picked up a sizable stick. He slid
up behind a man peeping through the wall of the hut.
He raised the stick, and stepped forward... and stepped on a dried branch. The
Professor rolled to his right, away from the hut.
Gilligan's swing was wide, and he struck the side of the hut.
"What was that?" Ginger cried from inside the hut.
Mary Ann jumped up, grabbed the nearest thing to wear she could find -- a shirt
and threw it on. Ginger followed suit, wrapping a towel around her body. They
ran outside.
"Ginger!"
"Professor!"
"Mary Ann!"
"GILLIGAN!"
Ginger looked down at the Professor, still lying on the ground, his cock
sticking out of his pants.
"Were you peeping on us?" she accused.
The Professor blushed. He nodded.
"Well, why didn't you just join us?" Mary Ann grinned. She reached down and
took hold of his penis. "This is just what I've been looking for."
The Professor scrambled to his feet.
Mary Ann led him into the hut. She stuck her head back out the door. "Ginger,
do you mind...?"
Ginger looked at Gilligan, then at the bulge in his pants. She reached down an
felt. He had a raging hard-on. She turned back to Mary Ann. "No, I think I'v
found something to keep me busy for a while."
Mary Ann's head disappeared into the hut.
Ginger took Gilligan's hand and they headed toward the lagoon.
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Lovey and the Skipper found a small clearing in the jungle, and Lovey lay down,
hiking her negligee up over her hips. The Skipper knelt down and kissed her
nether lips, which opened under his touch. She was sweet and salty, like a
marguerita, but hot. Gosh, was she hot.
As his tongue worked up her slit to her clitoris, Lovey worked her hands throug
the Skipper's thinning hair. She took off his hat and tossed it aside.
She took hold of his ears, and pulled his head up. "Never mind that, Captain,"
she said, "I want your cock inside me. NOW!"
The Skipper climbed up her body, pausing a moment to caress her breasts,
surprisingly firm for a woman of her age. He placed the head of his cock
against the opening to her vagina.
"I'm afraid I'm too big," he whispered.
"Nothing's too big," she whispered back. "Just go slowly, but give it to me
now."
The Skipper pushed slowly, and Lovey cooperated by opening her legs wider.
Slowly his huge cockhead slid inside Lovey's cunt.
"Oh, my!" Lovey gasped, "my, my, my!"
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The Professor was on his back on Mary Ann's cot, his clothing stripped away, hi
cock standing upright. Mary Ann climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, hi
cock standing up just in front of her pubic hair.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking softly, her breasts bobbing u
and down with the effort.
The Professor stared at her breasts with the brown nipples for a long moment,
before he reached up to tweak her nipples betwen his fingers.
Mary Ann raised herself up, and guided Roy's cock to her pussy. Then she slowl
lowered herself on his shaft. She paused as she reached bottom. She tossed he
head back, sighing softly.
"I can't believe we've been six years on this fucking island without fucking...
she whispered.
"Neither do I," the Professor whispered back, reaching for Mary Ann's shoulders
He pulled her forward, and held her tightly, as he flipped over, putting Mary
Ann on her back.
He began to stroke inside her, his seven-inch cock taking full-length strokes,
rubbing against her clit on each movement. Mary Ann began to breathe heavily.
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Ginger and Gilligan reached the beach. Ginger turned and untied Gilligan's
pants, dropping them to the sand.
Gilligan struggled out of his shirt, standing naked on the beach. Ginger
dropped her towel, and turned around in front of him.
"Does it look good?" she cooed.
"Good," he nodded. "You look beautiful."
"As good as it looks in the waterfall?"
Gilligan gulped.
Ginger giggled. "I know you've been watching me, but now..." she stepped up i
front of him, reaching down to grip his throbbing penis. "...now we're going t
do more than watch."
She dropped to her knees in the sand, applying her lips to Gilligan's cock,
rolling her tongue around it skillfully.
"Oh my gosh," Gilligan gasped, "it's better than I ever dreamed..."
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The Skipper had finally worked his whole cock inside Mrs. Howell's waiting
pussy. Her labia were stretched almost to the limit around his shaft. She
wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him in place.
"It has been years since I've had a cock like that," she whispered. "Not since
college..."
The Skipper began to move again, slowly stroking with just his hips, supporting
the bulk of his weight on his elbows. Lovey began to move with him, tilting he
pelvis in time with his strokes. She was lubricating heavily, enabling Jonas t
move his cock in and out more quickly.
Lovey's pussy was stretched out enough to accommodate him easily, and the
Skipper started to speed up, bouncing against her clit on each stroke.
"Ummmph! Ummmmph!" Lovey grunted, "Oh yes... yes.... fuck yes...."
Her eyes opened wide; such language! "Oh what the hell," she thought.
"Fuck me, Captain, Fuck me!" she cried, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
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Ginger raised her head from Gilligan's penis, and grinned up at him. She slid
back on her ass, and lay back, raising her knees.
Gilligan knelt down between her legs, and leaned forward, taking her pink
nipples between his lips. He tickled her nipples with his tongue, first one,
then the other.
Ginger grabbed his head and pulled it toward hers, kissing him deeply, her
tongue reaching toward the back of his mouth.
Gilligan fell forward, his cock stabbing into Ginger's pussy, impaling her.
Ginger gasped, then wrapped her legs around his, her feet behind Gilligan's
knees. He began a frantic pumping motion.
Ginger reached down and grabbed his ass, squeezing his cheeks. "Slowly, dear
boy, slowly. We've got lots of time..."
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"Oh gosh," Mary Ann gasped, "Oh gosh... I'm coming, I'm coming!"
The Professor kissed her neck, and whispered, "So am I!"
He began to ejaculate, just as the contractions of her pussy started, grabbing
his cock, holding it inside her as he pumped her full of semen.
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"Nnnnnggggggghhhhhhhh! Oh, my," Lovey cried, as her pussy clamped around the
Skipper's huge appendage.
The Captain grunted, and began to ejaculate, the white sperm finding no space
inside Lovey, squirting out around his shaft, flowing to the sandy soil upon
which they lay.
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"Yes, yes, that's it, that's the way," Ginger whispered into Gilligan's ear.
"Now just a little deeper, and... ooooooohh, yes.... oooooooooh. ummmmmm."
She began to quiver in anticipation of orgasm, as Gilligan rolled back and fort
upon her. She gripped him with her vaginal muscles, pulling her legs up over
his hips.
The pressure of her pussy against his cock forced him over the edge. Gilligan
began to spurt inside her, as the contractions of her pussy shook the both of
them. A wave of water from the lagoon washed over them.
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