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Gilligan's Island: Passion Fruit 6/12
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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: "Passion Fruit" (Part 6)
Thurston Howell was staggering around the hut in his underwear, his liquor
bottle clutched in one hand, his teddy bear in the other.
Lovey opened the door and stepped in. "Thurston, are you drinking again?"
"Bit of the hair of the dog," slurred Mr. Howell. "Where've you been?"
"I've been for a walk," Lovey said. She stepped over to the closet and
pulled out some clothing. "Here, put these on."
Thurston set down his bottle and struggled into his trousers and shirt. He
reached for the bottle again, but Lovey snatched it away from him.
"No more this morning," she said, crossly. "Now get out there and take in
some sunlight. It'll be good for you."
"I take after Dracula," Howell muttered. "Sunlight is hazardous to my
health."
"Get out there, or...."
"I'm going, I'm going..." Howell staggered out the door.
Mrs. Howell put a cork in the bottle, and stashed it back in Thurston's
cabinet. She sat down at her dressing table, and looked at herself in the
mirror.
"Now. If the Professor and Gilligan were fooling around with Ginger and
Mary Ann, and Thurston was passed out like he always is, then the only
person who could have been with me was... the Captain." She winked at
herself in the mirror.
"I do remember how sore I was the next morning. The Captain must be hung
like my halfback." She turned in her chair, thinking aloud. "I've got to
get some of that fruit."
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Mary Ann was coming.
"Nnnnnnngggggghh!" she gasped, "Oooooooooohhhh!"
She shook her head from side to side, her fingers pinching her nipples, her
pelvis tilting forward and back against Ginger's fingers, tongue and jaw.
Ginger sat back, lifting her head from Mary Ann's crotch, leaving her
fingers inside her pussy.
Mary Ann collapsed against the sand. Ginger crawled up beside her, and lay
her head on Mary Ann's breast. She kept her hand where it was. Mary Ann
squeezed her legs together, holding Ginger's hand in place.
"Gosh, that was good," Mary Ann whispered. "Who needs men?"
"Men are good for some things, though."
"Yeah, somebody's got to open the pickle jars."
Ginger giggled. "On the other hand, there's nothing feels as good as a
hard cock..."
"Well, try this," Mary Ann said, pushing Ginger over onto her back. She
reached down and pushed Ginger's legs apart and slipped down between them.
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The Skipper was collecting shellfish for supper. He was up to his knees in
the water, bending over, fumbling through the sandy bottom for them.
Mrs. Howell had just strolled to the lagoon, and spotted him. She stood,
admiring the view of the Skipper's rear end, imagining that she could see
his sex organs hanging down under it.
"Yoo hoo, Captain!" Mrs. Howell called.
The Skipper straightened up, his hands full of shells. "Oh, hello, Mrs.
Howell."
"Do you need some help with that?"
The Skipper looked at her. "In all the years we've been here on this
island, this is the first time you've offered help."
As he said it, a sliver of a memory of one other time... no... that must have
been a dream.
Lovey smiled at him. "There's a first time for everything."
She rolled up her pant legs, and waded out into the lagoon toward the
Skipper. He moved toward her. When they reached each other, the Skipper
handed her the shells he had collected, and turned back to get more.
She watched him bend over again, wanting to reach out and caress his
bottom. She turned, reluctantly taking her eyes from his ass, and took the
shells to shore.
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The Professor held the flask to the light, swirling the clear juice. "Very
nice," he said, turning to Gilligan.
They had mashed the fruits, and strained the juice using an improvised
centrifuge. The fruits had produced a little over 30 cubic centimeters of
juice.
"Why didn't you use all the fruit?" Gilligan asked, holding up the three
remaining yellow globes.
"Simple," the Professor smiled. "Seeds."
"Oh." Gilligan set the fruits back on the Professor's lab table. "Oh! I
get it. We can plant these and grow more."
The Professor nodded and smiled. "We're all ready for tonight."
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Ginger looked down her body at the dark-haired Mary Ann, who had her face
buried in Ginger's pussy.
"Oh gosh.... mmmmmmm," she moaned.
Mary Ann raised her eyes, looking up at Ginger, her lips fastened around
Ginger's clit, her fingers inside her pussy.
Ginger raised up on her elbows, and threw her head back. Her body was
shaking, and she rolled her pelvis against Mary Ann's mouth.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped, "Yes.... yes.... yesssss"
Her body seemed to explode, a rolling wave of orgasm sweeping over her.
She collapsed to the sand. Mary Ann crawled up her body, kissing her way
up Ginger's torso, pausing a moment at her breasts, then proceeding on to
kiss her lips.
They lay together, wordlessly, exhausted on the sand.
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The Skipper and Mrs. Howell carried the baskets of shellfish to the
compound, setting it on the table in their cooking area. They looked
around for Ginger or Mary Ann.
Not finding them, the Captain gathered some firewood to start a pot boiling
to steam the shellfish.
"I'll be back after a while," Mrs. Howell said, gently.
The Skipper nodded, absently.
Mrs. Howell walked past her own hut, listening to hear Thurston mumbling to
himself. He was back inside the hut again, probably drinking.
She walked quietly to the Professor's hut. She tapped at the door.
"Professor?"
There was no answer. She pushed the door open and crept inside. She
looked around, and spotted the bright yellow fruits on the lab table. She
slipped one of the fruits into her bra, between her breasts.
She slipped back out the door, and closed it behind her.
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Ginger and Mary Ann walked into the 'kitchen'.
"Let us take over now, Skipper," Mary Ann smiled.
"Okay," he nodded, and wandered back toward the lagoon.
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After supper that evening, Ginger and Mary Ann got up to fetch desert. The
Professor nodded at Gilligan. He then picked up the pitcher and refilled
all of their drinking cups. Gilligan distracted the others, while the
Professor slipped some of his juice into Ginger and Mary Ann's cups.
The girls returned with another banana creme pie. The Professor and
Gilligan smiled as they watched Mary Ann and Ginger drain their cups.
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The Professor volunteered to help Mary Ann with the dishes. She looked at
him with a strange expression on her face.
They cleared the table, and carried them to the washtub.
Mr. Howell yawned, and said "I think I need a drink." He got up and headed
toward his hut.
"Thurston," Mrs. Howell said, then she got up and followed him to their
hut.
Gilligan looked across the table at Ginger. She batted her eyes at him.
"Did you want to say something, Gilligan?" she asked.
"W-W-Would you like to take a walk?" Gilligan stammered.
"Why would I want to walk with you?" Ginger pried.
"There's something down at the beach I want to show you."
"Oh," Ginger smiled. "Well, okay then..."
Gilligan scrambled to his feet. Ginger got up gracefully. The two of them
walked off toward the lagoon, leaving the Skipper alone at the table.
The Skipper sat there for several minutes, picking his teeth. Soon he
began to hear a sound something like a moose with a head cold. Mr. Howell
must have fallen asleep.
The Skipper smiled and shook his head. How could his wife have stood that
all these years?
He turned around and leaned back against the table, his toothpick stuck in
the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the starry sky.
"All I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by," he muttered.
The door to the Howells' hut opened, and Lovey stepped out. She looked
over to the table and spotted the Skipper. She strolled up and sat down
beside him on the bench.
"He's unusually loud tonight," the Skipper commented.
"Yes."
They sat silently for a few minutes.
The Skipper looked up at the stars. While he was looking away, Lovey quietly
slipped the yellow fruit out of her bra and put it into the fruit basket on
the table.
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The Professor and Mary Ann worked quietly, the Professor washing, Mary Ann
drying the dishes. Every once in a while they would look at each other and
smile.
The dishes finally done, the Professor dried his hands. He turned to Mary
Ann.
"Would you like to take an after-dinner stroll?"
Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. "Sure."
They walked together slowly down the path toward the sweetwater pool.
About halfway there, Mary Ann reached out and took his hand, and they
strolled hand-in-hand to the pool.
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Lovey cleared her throat. The Skipper looked over at her. She took a
banana from the fruit basket.
"You're not going to let me eat alone, are you?" she asked.
The Skipper shook his head. He reached for the fruit basket, but Lovey
took the yellow fruit from the basket and handed it to him.
His face lit up. "I thought these were all gone!" He bit into it.
Lovey smiled. She took the entire peeling off the banana, slowly and
deliberately.
The Skipper took another bite.
Lovey nibbled one end of the peeled banana.
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Gilligan and Ginger reached the lagoon. He picked up a few shells on the
beach and began to skip them into the surf.
Ginger watched for a few minutes, then said, "Is this what you brought me
here to see?"
Nervously, Gilligan turned to face her. "No.... ummm..."
He stepped up closer to her. He stood, nervously shifting from foot to
foot.
She batted her eyes at him. "Yes, Gilligan?"
Finally, he leaned forward quickly and kissed her, a quick peck on the
lips.
He stepped back, half expecting her to slap him. She reached out and took
his head between her hands, and pulled it toward her, planting a kiss on
him that would melt steel.
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Mary Ann and the Professor reached the sweetwater pool. The moon reflected
off the pool and the shimmering waterfall.
They turned to face each other, and the Professor wrapped his arms around
her. She melted in his arms, tilting her head back. He kissed her
tenatively, then with more passion, and she returned the kiss.
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Lovey wrapped her lips around the banana, drawing it into her mouth
sensually.
The Skipper's jaw dropped, and he stared, watching her fellate the banana.
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