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Gilligan's Island: Passion Fruit 7/12
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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: "Passion Fruit" (Part 7)
The Professor dropped to his knees in front of Mary Ann, and untied the
knot in her blouse. It dropped open, revealing her lovely, firm breasts
and dark brown nipples.
He took first one, then the other nipple between his lips, tickling the tip
of each with his tongue and sucking gently.
She ran her fingers through his hair, her head tilted back, her eyes
closed.
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Ginger dropped her hands to Gilligan's waist, and untied his drawstring
pants. They fell to the sand.
She wrapped her fingers around his erection, and whispered in his ear, "Is
this what you brought me here to see?"
Gilligan gulped, and nodded.
Ginger dropped to her knees and sat back on her heels. She turned his dick
to the left, to the right, then up and down, examining it from all angles.
She looked up and smiled. "Gilligan, I think it's a penis."
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Lovey finished her banana, the Skipper still staring, his hands shaking.
She reached across the table and gripped his hand.
"Come on," she whispered.
"M-m-mrs. H-h-howell," he stammered.
"Lovey... please," she smiled.
"I-I-I don't think that..."
"Shhhh," she whispered. "Don't worry about Thurston. Listen. You can
still hear him snore."
She stood up and pulled the Skipper to his feet, and led him down the
pathway into the jungle.
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Ginger wrapped her lips around the end of Gilligan's cock, swirling her
tongue around his cockhead.
Gilligan moaned, unconsciously bucking his hips, pushing his penis further
into her mouth.
"Easy, now, Gilligan," she said, gripping him firmly. She applied her lips
and tongue to his cock again, cupping his balls with one hand, a firm grip
on his shaft with the other.
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Mary Ann moaned softly as the Professor kissed his way down her belly,
pushing his tongue into her navel. His hands worked gently at her shorts,
unbuttoning them. They slid down her legs, and she stepped out of them.
She dropped her open blouse off her shoulders and stood naked in the
moonlight. The Professor sat back on his heels, looking at her.
She turned, slowly. "Like what you see?"
"Prettiest girl on the island."
"Hummph. That's not saying much."
"Prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"That's better." She leaned over and kissed his lips. "Now it's your
turn. Stand up."
He scrambled to his feet. Mary Ann unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped it
back over his shoulders. She ran her hands down his hairless chest and
down his belly. She unfastened his trousers, and let them drop. Then she
pulled his boxer shorts down over his ass, and they joined his other
clothing on the ground. He stepped out of his shoes as he freed his feet
from his pants, his penis erect and throbbing.
"Last one in's a rotten egg," she said, and dashed for the pool.
The Professor wasn't far behind her. They hit the water at the same time,
spashing into the cold water. They dove down, kissing under water, then
broke the surface in an embrace, their feet just touching bottom as their
heads bobbed at the surface. They held each other tightly.
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Gilligan tugged off his shirt and cap, and stepped out of his pants.
Ginger stood up and turned around.
"Unzip me," she said.
Gilligan fumbled for the zipper pull, then worked it slowly down her back.
The dress opened up, revealing her bare back -- no bra straps. The zipper
ended just at the crack of her ass.
She shrugged out of the dress facing away from her, and let it drop slowly.
Gilligan stared at her ass, so round, so firm, so fully packed. He reached
out and caressed it, gently, his hands shaking.
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Mary Ann wrapped her legs around the Professor's hips, clinging to him in
the water. As they kissed, she worked herself up him, until the tip of his
penis was just at the entrance to her pussy. She lowered herself on him,
taking his thick cock fully inside her.
The Professor stood in the water, marvelling at how the differential in
ambient temperature between the aqua pura and Mary Ann's internal vaginal
teperature...
What the hell... the cold water made her cunt feel even hotter.
He gripped her tighter.
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Lovey and the Skipper found a small clearing in the jungle and sat down.
Lovey wrapped her arms around the Skipper's neck and kissed him gently on
the lips.
He hesitated a moment, then returned the kiss. She opened her mouth, and
his tongue danced inside.
She slid over into his lap, running one hand over his barrel chest, outside
his shirt.
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Ginger turned around, giving Gilligan a good look at her firm, pink-nippled
breasts, and the red-haired patch below. She wrapped her arms around his
neck, and kissed him again.
They sank to their knees on the sandy beach. She pushed Gilligan
backwards, and he lay on his back. She moved quickly into a sixty-nine
position on top of him, lowering her pussy over his face, as she drew his
penis between her lips.
Gilligan dove in greedlily, fastening his lips around her clit, stroking it
with his tongue. He reached up, grabbing the white globes of her
asscheeks, clinging to them as she moved sensually.
She took his full length into her mouth, deep-throating him. Gilligan
moaned.
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Mary Ann and the Professor worked their way back to the edge of the pool,
and the Professor climbed out, Mary Ann still wrapped around him.
He staggered a few feet, his cock firmly held inside her pussy. He dropped
to his knees, and gently lowered her to the ground.
She released her grip on his hips, and he began to take slow, deep strokes.
She met each stroke with a tilt of her pelvis, rubbing her clit against his
shaft.
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Lovey unbuttoned her blouse, letting it drop off her shoulders. She
reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and shrugged out of it.
She grasped the Skipper's shaking hands, and placed them on her breasts.
His fingers found her nipples, and as he twisted them between his fingers,
she kissed his lips again.
She pushed him gently backwards, until he lay on the soft grass. She knelt
between his legs, and unfastened his pants. She reached inside, and
wrapped her fingers around his growing penis. Her fingers did not reach
all the way around it.
He lifted his hips, and she slid his pants down, and maneuvering around,
managed to get them down his legs and off, taking his shoes with them. She
knelt again between his legs, and licked his penis, which was too big to
take into her mouth. She cupped his balls in one hand, gently massaging
them as she worked over his huge cockhead with her lips and tongue.
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Ginger's body shook as she neared orgasm. Gilligan was nothing if not
diligent in his efforts at her clit. She sat back a little, pressing her
cunt against his jaw and tongue, keeping a firm grip on his penis.
She started to come, her orgasm beginning at her clit, radiating through
her body in a warm rush.
As her contractions ended, she slid off his face, and turned to kiss his
lips, tasting her own juices on his mouth.
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The Professor rolled over onto his back, pulling Mary Ann over on top of
him. She sat up, impaling herself on his cock. She sat there, making
small circles, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone and base of his
cock.
She could feel little contractions beginning in her pussy, and reached down
to stroke her clit. He pushed her hands aside, and using his thumbs, made
circular motions over her clit.
Mary Ann tilted her head back, her eyes closed, her breasts thrust forward,
a lovely sight for the Professor.
Her cunt clamped down on him as she climaxed, her body quivering with the
force of her orgasm.
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Lovey stood up and unfastened her skirt, allowing it to drop to the ground.
As the Skipper watched interestedly, she turned, and pulled her panties
down over her ass, giving him a view not only of her asshole but a good
look at her pussy.
Now naked, she turned again towards him, stepping over his legs, and
squatting over his hips. His huge cock stood up in front of her dark pubic
hair. She wrapped both hands around his cock, and stroked gently, as he
reached up to tweak her nipples with his fingers.
She raised herself up and forward, guiding his penis to the entrance to her
cunt. She lowered herself, breathing deeply as his cockhead forced her
cuntlips aside, pushing slowly inside her.
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Mary Ann began to move again, pushing herself up and down with her legs.
The Professor reached up and took hold of her breasts, rolling her erect
nipples with his thumbs.
He neared orgasm. He moved his hands from her breasts to her shoulders,
and pulled her on top of him. He kissed her lips, as his balls exploded,
pumping spurt after spurt into her hot, waiting pussy.
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Ginger lay back on the sand. Gilligan scrambled up between her legs, and
kissed his way up her body, pausing briefly to suck on her pink nipples.
She pulled him to her, and kissed his mouth, her tongue slipping through
their lips. She reached down and guided his cock into her dripping pussy.
He began slow, easy strokes, her legs wrapped around his, her feet just
behind his knees.
Gilligan neared orgasm, and pushed himself deeply into Ginger's cunt.
Ginger slid her legs up around his hips, holding him inside her as he
started to ejacualte.
He collapsed on top of her and they breathed heavily together.
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The Skipper was breathing heavily, too, as Lovey continued to lower herself
on his huge shaft.
Lovey moaned softly, allowing her body to adjust to the Skipper's size.
She was lubricating freely, which was making it easier for the Skipper's
cock to slide inside her.
She reached the bottom of his shaft. She sat still a moment, savoring the
sensation of being completely filled up. He _was_ the size of her fullback
in college, and that brought back some lovely memories.
The Skipper was caressing her breasts, rolling his thumbs over her nipples.
She tilted her head back, arching her back, pressing her tits into his
hands. She reached down and stroked her clit, pressing it between her
fingers and his penis. She shivered with pleasure.
She raised herself just a bit, allowing the Skipper's cock to slide out
about two inches, then lowered herself again. The movement was getting
easier. She did it again, and again, picking up a little speed, holding
her clit against his penis.
"Nnnnngh," the Skipper moaned, and clasped at her.
He began to come; there was no room inside her, so it gushed around his
cock and ran down into his pubic hair.
She continued to work herself up and down his shaft, nearing orgasm
herself. As the Skipper's cock softened, and with the extra lubrication of
his come, she picked up some speed.
The contractions came suddenly, squeezing against his cock, shaking her
body. She collapsed forward, with him still inside her, and lay on his
barrel chest.
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The Professor and Mary Ann took another dip in the pool, rinsing each other
off with giggles and tender touches. They got dressed, and headed back to
the compound.
Ginger and Gilligan also arose, and dashed hand-in-hand into the surf in
the lagoon to rinse off the sand, then they too dressed and headed 'home'.
The four of them arrived at the girls' hut at the same time. With knowing
glances at each other, the two couples kissed again good-night. The two
girls headed into their hut.
The Professor put his arm around Gilligan's shoulder. "So how did it go?"
"It didn't go," Giligan grinned. "It came."
The Professor chuckled. They headed back to their huts.
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Lovey reluctantly removed herself from the Skipper's cock; even in its
flaccid state it was a sizable organ.
She recovered her clothing, slipping into her blouse and skirt, tucking her
bra and panties into her pocket. The Skipper arose, and tugged on his
trousers and shoes.
They walked hand in hand almost to the compound, dropping this last
physical contact when they approached the clearing, in case anyone was
still up to see them.
They needn't have bothered; there was no one in the compound, and the only
sound was the buzz-saw roar of Thurston Howell's snores.
The Skipper walked her to the door of her hut.
"Good-night, sweet Captain," she whispered.
She kissed him quickly, and slipped through the hut door.
The Skipper sauntered back to his hut. He noted that Gilligan was already
in the top hammock, and he rolled into the lower one. As he pulled the
blankets up under his chin, he felt suddenly dizzy; then he fell into a
deep sleep.
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Lovey changed into her nightgown, using a hand towel to wipe away most of
the Skipper's semen.
She slipped into the bed, listened for a moment to the roar of the buzz
saw, then reached over for the soft gum earplugs.
Thurston was cuddled up with his teddy bear.
"He couldn't care less if I was here or not," she muttered. She lay back
against the pillow, thinking about the Captain's penis.
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