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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: "Passion Fruit" (Part 1)
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(Everybody sing!!)
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Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip
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That started in this tropic port, aboard this tiny Ship.
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The mate was a mighty sailin' man, the Skipper brave and sure,
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Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour.
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A three hour tour.
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The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed.
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If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Minnow would be lost.
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The Minnow would be lost.
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The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
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With Gilligan, the Skipper too, the Millionaire and his wife,
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A movie star, the Professor and Mary Ann, here on Gilligans Isle.
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Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage, as Ginger
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waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall.
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Her back was toward him as she moved under the waterfall. He saw her drop her
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clothing and caught a glimpse of her bare ass before it was covered with the
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white water.
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"C'mon, Ginger, turn around," he whispered. "Turn around..."
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He reached down into his pants and gripped his penis, already erect. He pulled
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it out and stroked it, watching the shadowy image of Ginger's naked bottom
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through the flowing water.
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Under the waterfall, Ginger smiled secretly to herself. "He's out there again,"
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she mumbled to herself. "Who could miss that hat?"
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She rubbed herself with the mild coconut soap the Professor had made for her.
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Her fingers rolling over her firm breasts and erect nipples, made firm not only
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by the cold water but by the knowledge that Gilligan was watching her again.
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Her hands moved down her body to her groin, around her hips, then to her groin,
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her fingers sliding through her red pubic hair into the warmth of her pussy.
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Her fingertips found her clit, and she sucked air through her teeth as she
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rubbed her love button.
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"I'll give Gilligan a thrill," she said, as she relaxed under the waterfall.
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Gilligan stared at the glimmering waterfall, as Ginger's rear end broke through
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the water. He saw the pink pucker of her asshole, the darkness of her nether
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lips below.
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"Nnnnnnngggggggghhhhh!" Gilligan groaned, as a glob of white burst from his
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cock, coating the palm leaves in front of him, as he fell backwards, landing on
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his ass. "Ow," he said, falling backwards into a somersault. His head hit a
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tree, and he blacked out.
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Ginger looked back through her legs and saw Gilligan's hat disappear. She
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giggled and stood up again and backed up into the waterfall to rinse the soap
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from her body. She reached over and grabbed her towel and wrapped it around
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her. Her body would dry on its own in this tropical air; she only brought the
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towel with her to cover up with.
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She casually glanced over to the bushes where Gilligan was hiding. He seemed to
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be gone. She smiled a secret little smile as she walked back to the hut.
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Roy Hinkley, otherwise known as "the Professor", was in his hut, working on the
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radio again. He had already cannibalized every electronic device that had been
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on the Minnow, and was frankly worried that his wizardry with the radio was
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finally at an end. He heated a wire held in a wooden handle over a candle, and
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attempted to resolder the broken circuit board.
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"Shit!" he sputtered, as the board slipped off the table and fell to the floor,
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breaking the jerry-rigged repairs once again.
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"That's it," he sighed. "We're completely out of touch with civilization."
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Lovey Howell stared into the mirror, and started to apply her makeup. The
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Professor's substitute for her pancake base was a little grainy, but it was the
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right color. The red berry lipstick was not. 'But it is tasty', she thought,
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licking the lipstick, the motion reminding her of.... something.
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"Oh!" she said, suddenly remembering. "Oh, it's been years..." She looked over
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at Thurston, snoring on the cot. "But I think the lipstick's bigger." She
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smiled, softly.
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Mary Ann was back behind her hut working at the stone oven. She plucked a
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freshly baked piecrust out of the oven, and set it on her table. She turned,
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and stirred the pineapple-coconut creme mixture in the bowl while the piecrust
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cooled.
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Captain Jonas Grumby was beside the lagoon, casting a fishing line into the
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water. Suddenly, there was a high pitched whine behind him. He turned, to see
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two men; one tall, dressed in blue shirt and black trousers, the other was
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dressed in a gold shirt and black trousers. The taller man's ears looked
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strangely pointed.
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The two looked at the Skipper a moment, then the shorter man said, "I thought
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you said this island was uninhabited."
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The man in blue said, "According to our records, this island was uncharted until
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1977. Logically, it would be assumed to be uninhabited."
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The man in gold reached behind him, and brought forward a small box, and flipped
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it open. "Beam us up, Mr. Scott."
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"Wait!" the Skipper shouted. "We're the passengers and crew of the Minnow!
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Can't you rescue us?"
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"Sorry," the man in gold shrugged. "We're not allowed to interfere."
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There was a high-pitched whine, and the two men seemed to dissolve. The Skipper
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was left alone on the beach, staring at the empty space where the two men had
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once been.
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Gilligan staggered back to his feet, and looked toward the waterfall. Ginger
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and her clothing were gone. He tucked his penis back into his pants, and headed
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back toward the compound.
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As he walked down the path, a bright yellow color caught his eye. He stepped
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over to the plant, a leafy vine curling up the side of a palm tree. The vine
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was covered with fairly large, bright yellow fruit.
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Gilligan picked one of the fruits and sniffed it. It smelled faintly of
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banana... no, of strawberry... no, of raspberry.... it smelled delicious.
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Without thinking, he popped the fruit into his mouth. It _was_ delicious.
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Gilligan started picking as many of the fruits as he could reach, gathering them
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up in his shirt, pulling the hem up to form a pocket.
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Mary Ann touched the piecrust; it was cool enough to put her pie filling into.
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She started scooping the coconut-pineapple mixture into the piecrust and sighed.
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"I'm so tired of coconut and pineapple..."
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At that moment, Gilligan burst out of the jungle. Mary Ann jumped, startled.
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"Oh, Gilligan, you scared me!" She fussed.
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"Sorry. Where's the Professor?"
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"He's in his hut. What have you got there?"
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"I don't know. I've never seen them before." He poured out the fruits on the
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table.
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Mary Ann picked one up and sniffed it. "Smells delicious."
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"They are."
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"Gilligan!" she exclaimed, "You didn't eat one, did you?"
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"Yeah."
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"You remember what the Professor said," she scolded, "Don't eat anything you
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don't know."
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Gilligan picked up one of the fruits and said, "I'm going to check with the
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Professor."
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As he left, Mary Ann sniffed the fruit again and smiled.
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"Where did you say you found these?" the Professor asked. He reached for a book
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on his makeshift shelf.
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"Between here and the sweetwater pool," Gilligan said.
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"Hmmmmm," the Professor said, turning pages. He took a knife and sliced open
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the fruit. Inside were a mass of tiny seeds.
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"Here it is," he said, pointing at the page. "Looks like you don't need to
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worry, Gilligan, they're perfectly safe to eat."
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"Thank goodness." Gilligan gasped. "I'll go tell Mary Ann."
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"And the Professor says they're good to eat?" Mary Ann asked.
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"No, he said they were safe to eat." Gilligan picked up another fruit. "I said
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they were good."
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"Then they're going in my pie. I'm very tired of coconut and pineapple." Mary
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Ann picked up a knife, and started slicing the fruits, and arranged the slices
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on the pie.
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Gilligan watched as Mary Ann sliced and arranged the slices. His vision seemed
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to go blurry, and for one second, he could have sworn Mary Ann was naked.
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"Go wash up for supper," Mary Ann said, continuing to slice the little yellow
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fruits.
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"Yes, Mother," Gilligan grinned, and headed to his hut.
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Dinner was a nice mess of fish the Skipper had caught and grilled. After
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dinner, Mary Ann brought out her pie.
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"These are those new fruits Gilligan found," she said, pointing out the bright
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yellow slices.
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"They're delicious," Mrs. Howell smiled. "Gilligan's always finding lovely
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things."
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"Now if he could only find a gin-and-tonic-tree," Thurston Howell grumbled.
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The Professor winced. "You know I've done my best since your liquor ran out,
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Mr. Howell. But juniper trees don't grow on this island."
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"Or a good Kentucky Bourbon tree."
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"Mr. Howell..." The Professor started.
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"Very well, very well," Howell said, with a grim face. "I'll just have to do
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with this fruit punch you made up..." He took a deep swig from his glass and
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hiccuped.
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Gilligan's vision blurred again. As he looked across the table, he could swear
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that Ginger and Mary Ann had removed all their clothing.
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He blinked. The vision was still there. He smiled, admiring Ginger's pink
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nipples and Mary Ann's darker brown ones. He glanced at Mrs. Howell. She too
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was naked, her breasts surprisingly pert for an "older" lady. Her nipples were
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erect and pointed at him.
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"Gilligan? Gilligan?"
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He had been staring for several minutes, a strange smile on his face. Gilligan
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blinked and looked around, his vision clear, and the girls were dressed.
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"Are you all right, Little Buddy?" the Skipper asked.
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"Yes, yes. Fine..." He looked down at his lap, realizing he had a boner. He
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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.
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Ginger and Mary Ann cleared the table, and the Professor headed back to his lab
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to work on the radio once more, just in case.
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"Skipper, did you notice anything different at supper," Gilligan asked.
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"Other than your staring at Mrs. Howell's bosom?"
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"You saw it too?"
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"Everyone saw it."
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"Weren't they beautiful?"
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"I meant everyone saw you staring... What are you talking about?"
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"Ummmm... nothing. Nothing. Good night, Skipper. I'm going for a walk."
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Gilligan stood up and walked down the path toward the lagoon.
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The Skipper sat back, leaning against the table, picking his teeth. He felt an
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unusual pressure in his groin, and reached down to adjust himself.
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"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
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dry.
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As Ginger dried her hands, she leaned against the washtub. "Who do you think is
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cuter, Mary Ann... The Professor or Gilligan?"
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"Do you realize how many times we've had this conversation?"
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"Yes, but I'm serious tonight."
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"Serious?"
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"Yeah... for some reason, I'm very horny tonight." Her hands slid down her
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body.
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Mary Ann dropped her towel over the towel rod and turned to face Ginger. "You
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know, I think I know what you mean."
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Ginger put a hand over her crotch. "I think I'm on fire."
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Mary Ann blushed. She reached down to her own crotch, surprised at the heat she
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found there.
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"You too?" Ginger asked.
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Mary Ann nodded.
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"We need men..." Ginger gasped.
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"Why?" asked Mary Ann, reaching over to Ginger. She stepped forward, pressing
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her breasts against Ginger's. She tenderly kissed Ginger's lips.
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"Oh gosh," Ginger whispered. "Let's go inside."
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The Professor was working on the radio again, a frustrating experience, because
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as soon as he made one connection, another broke. He sat back in his chair, his
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hand dropping to his lap.
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"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, fingering his erection through his pants. "What a
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hard-on!"
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He unzipped his pants, releasing his loveprod. He stroked it slowly, leaning
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back in his chair, closing his eyes.
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"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, but
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there was a burning sensation in her loins that she had not felt in years. She
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slipped behind her dressing-screen, and took off her dress and undergarments,
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and slipped into her flimsiest nightgown. She looked down at her breasts, the
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nipples distended and erect, tenting her nightgown. She slid her hands down her
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body to her crotch, which was hot ...and wet.
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She stepped around the screen. "Thurston..."
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Mr. Howell's eyes bugged. "Lovey, you're lovely!!"
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She slid around in front of him, and turned slowly, allowing him to view her
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entire body.
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Thurston took another deep swig of his drink, and set the bamboo glass on the
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endtable. He grabbed Lovey, and pressed his face between her breasts.
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"Oh, Thurston!" she whispered.
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Gilligan wandered around the lagoon, his erection tenting his pants. He reached
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down and untied his trousers, letting them drop around his feet. He took a firm
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grip on his penis, and began stroking, faster and faster.
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"Ginger... Ginger... " his voice, beginning low, became a chant as he pumped his
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cock. "Gin-ger-gin-ger-gin-ger-gin-ger"
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"Ginger!"
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Mary Ann's voice was a plea, as Ginger's mouth and tongue stroked Mary Ann's
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labia and clitoris.
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Ginger was kneeling beside Mary Ann's cot, between Mary Ann's legs. Mary Ann
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herself was seated on the edge of the cot, leaning backward, supporting her
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upper body on her arms.
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"My gosh, Ginger," Mary Ann gasped, "where did you learn to do that?"
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Ginger raised her head, but put her fingers where her mouth had been.
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"Sometimes you have to sleep with women in Hollywood, too," she smiled. Her
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fingers slipped up into Mary Ann's pussy, slippery with saliva and her
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lubricating juices.
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"Oh geez," Mary Ann cried, "I'm coming, I'm coming."
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Ginger bent back to Mary Ann's clit, sucking on the hard, hot nubbin, as Mary
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Ann shook the bed with the force of her orgasm.
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Mary Ann sat up, weakly, and leaned forward, taking Ginger's face between her
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hands. She kissed Ginger's lips softly, her tongue darting out, tasting her own
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juices on Ginger's mouth.
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"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,
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drunkenly, and dropped his pants to the floor and kicked them aside. He pulled
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down his boxer shorts, and kicked them over on top of his trousers. He sat back
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down, pushing his hips forward, his erection pointing at his wife's face.
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Lovey leaned forward, drawing his penis between her lips. "I was right," she
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thought, "The lipstick _was_ bigger."
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She took his full length into her mouth, her nose pressing against his pubic
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hair. His penis barely reached the back of her mouth.
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She rolled her tongue around the head of Thurston's penis, while with one hand
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she reached up and massaged his marble-sized testicles.
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"Oh, Lovey," Thurston moaned, and he came.
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Two spurts of watery fluid splashed into Lovey's mouth, with the vague taste of
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fruit juice. Thurston collapsed into the chair, and before Lovey could stand
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up, he was snoring.
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"Shit!" said Lovey, then covered her mouth. Such language!
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She stepped over to the window, and slowly opened the shutters. There in the
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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 he
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came, pinching the end, holding in the ejaculate. He almost rose out of the
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chair with the force of his orgasm, but he held his grip.
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Still holding his penis, he got up and stepped to the doorway of his hut. He
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stepped outside and around the corner, and let go of his cock. His semen flowed
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out his cock to the ground.
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He glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Nobody in sight. He tucked
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his deflating cock back into his pants. There was a light still on in Ginger
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and Mary Ann's hut.
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The Professor quietly crept up on their hut and pushed his fingers quietly
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through the palm-frond walls. He looked through the little space created by his
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fingers.
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Ginger was on her back on her cot, her legs spread wide, her knees raised. Mary
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Ann was crouched between Ginger's legs, leaning forward, her mouth pressed
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against Ginger's hot, wet pussy.
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"Now move your tongue around my clit," Ginger whispered. "That's it... yes,
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ummmm."
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Mary Ann's ass was raised up in the air, and as it happens, was pointed directly
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toward the Professor's peephole. He had an excellent view of the pucker of her
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asshole, and the dark-haired, wet pussy lips below. The Professor's cock began
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to grow again, and he unzipped, and released it from its prison.
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"Put a finger inside me," Ginger whispered.
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Mary Ann shifted slightly, and complied, her finger slipping effortlessly into
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the wetness of her cunt.
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"Now, press up with your finger. Ahh! UH! Oh yes... that's it... yessss."
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The Professor began to stroke his cock gently as it regained its full erection
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again.
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Gilligan was coming, his voice shouting over the surf, "Gin-ger! Gin-Ger!"
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He began to ejaculate, his semen launching from his cock like a pistol, landing
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in the sand ten feet away.
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Suddenly realizing that he was shouting, Gilligan clamped his hands over his
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mouth. He pulled up his pants and retied them. He started back to the
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compound.
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Mrs. Howell quietly slipped out of her hut, still wearing her filmy negligee.
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She stepped up behind the Skipper, who she could see was stroking an absolutely
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huge erection.
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"Captain," she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, "may I give you some
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help with that?"
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The Skipper jumped, his world suddenly becoming bigger than his cock. He looked
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up at Mrs. Howell, her breasts an an even level with his face. Her filmy
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negligee did nothing to hide her body.
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Lovey moved around in front of the Captain, knelt down, and planted a kiss on
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the knob on the end of his penis.
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She wrapped both hands around his shaft. The Skipper leaned back, as Lovey
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kissed his cock again.
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She tried to wrap her lips around his penis, but it was too big. She settled
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for placing her lips just around the tip of his cock, tickling his pisshole with
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her tongue.
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"Mrs. Howell, we mustn't..."
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She looked up. "Never mind Thurston," she said, softly. "He's out for the
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night."
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She stood up, without taking her hands from his penis. "This way, Captain," she
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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
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and Mary Ann's hut. He moved quietly, and picked up a sizable stick. He slid
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up behind a man peeping through the wall of the hut.
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He raised the stick, and stepped forward... and stepped on a dried branch. The
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Professor rolled to his right, away from the hut.
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Gilligan's swing was wide, and he struck the side of the hut.
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"What was that?" Ginger cried from inside the hut.
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Mary Ann jumped up, grabbed the nearest thing to wear she could find -- a shirt
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and threw it on. Ginger followed suit, wrapping a towel around her body. They
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ran outside.
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"Ginger!"
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"Professor!"
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"Mary Ann!"
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"GILLIGAN!"
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Ginger looked down at the Professor, still lying on the ground, his cock
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sticking out of his pants.
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"Were you peeping on us?" she accused.
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The Professor blushed. He nodded.
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"Well, why didn't you just join us?" Mary Ann grinned. She reached down and
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took hold of his penis. "This is just what I've been looking for."
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The Professor scrambled to his feet.
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Mary Ann led him into the hut. She stuck her head back out the door. "Ginger,
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do you mind...?"
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Ginger looked at Gilligan, then at the bulge in his pants. She reached down and
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felt. He had a raging hard-on. She turned back to Mary Ann. "No, I think I've
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found something to keep me busy for a while."
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Mary Ann's head disappeared into the hut.
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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,
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hiking her negligee up over her hips. The Skipper knelt down and kissed her
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nether lips, which opened under his touch. She was sweet and salty, like a
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marguerita, but hot. Gosh, was she hot.
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As his tongue worked up her slit to her clitoris, Lovey worked her hands through
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the Skipper's thinning hair. She took off his hat and tossed it aside.
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She took hold of his ears, and pulled his head up. "Never mind that, Captain,"
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she said, "I want your cock inside me. NOW!"
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The Skipper climbed up her body, pausing a moment to caress her breasts,
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surprisingly firm for a woman of her age. He placed the head of his cock
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against the opening to her vagina.
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"I'm afraid I'm too big," he whispered.
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"Nothing's too big," she whispered back. "Just go slowly, but give it to me
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now."
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The Skipper pushed slowly, and Lovey cooperated by opening her legs wider.
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Slowly his huge cockhead slid inside Lovey's cunt.
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"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, his
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cock standing upright. Mary Ann climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, his
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cock standing up just in front of her pubic hair.
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She wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking softly, her breasts bobbing up
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and down with the effort.
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The Professor stared at her breasts with the brown nipples for a long moment,
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before he reached up to tweak her nipples betwen his fingers.
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Mary Ann raised herself up, and guided Roy's cock to her pussy. Then she slowly
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lowered herself on his shaft. She paused as she reached bottom. She tossed her
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head back, sighing softly.
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"I can't believe we've been six years on this fucking island without fucking..."
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she whispered.
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"Neither do I," the Professor whispered back, reaching for Mary Ann's shoulders.
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He pulled her forward, and held her tightly, as he flipped over, putting Mary
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Ann on her back.
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He began to stroke inside her, his seven-inch cock taking full-length strokes,
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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
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pants, dropping them to the sand.
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Gilligan struggled out of his shirt, standing naked on the beach. Ginger
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dropped her towel, and turned around in front of him.
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"Does it look good?" she cooed.
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"Good," he nodded. "You look beautiful."
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"As good as it looks in the waterfall?"
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Gilligan gulped.
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Ginger giggled. "I know you've been watching me, but now..." she stepped up in
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front of him, reaching down to grip his throbbing penis. "...now we're going to
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do more than watch."
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She dropped to her knees in the sand, applying her lips to Gilligan's cock,
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rolling her tongue around it skillfully.
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"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
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pussy. Her labia were stretched almost to the limit around his shaft. She
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wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him in place.
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"It has been years since I've had a cock like that," she whispered. "Not since
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college..."
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The Skipper began to move again, slowly stroking with just his hips, supporting
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the bulk of his weight on his elbows. Lovey began to move with him, tilting her
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pelvis in time with his strokes. She was lubricating heavily, enabling Jonas to
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move his cock in and out more quickly.
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Lovey's pussy was stretched out enough to accommodate him easily, and the
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Skipper started to speed up, bouncing against her clit on each stroke.
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"Ummmph! Ummmmph!" Lovey grunted, "Oh yes... yes.... fuck yes...."
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Her eyes opened wide; such language! "Oh what the hell," she thought.
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"Fuck me, Captain, Fuck me!" she cried, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
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.............................................................................
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Ginger raised her head from Gilligan's penis, and grinned up at him. She slid
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back on her ass, and lay back, raising her knees.
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Gilligan knelt down between her legs, and leaned forward, taking her pink
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nipples between his lips. He tickled her nipples with his tongue, first one,
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then the other.
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Ginger grabbed his head and pulled it toward hers, kissing him deeply, her
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tongue reaching toward the back of his mouth.
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Gilligan fell forward, his cock stabbing into Ginger's pussy, impaling her.
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Ginger gasped, then wrapped her legs around his, her feet behind Gilligan's
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knees. He began a frantic pumping motion.
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Ginger reached down and grabbed his ass, squeezing his cheeks. "Slowly, dear
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boy, slowly. We've got lots of time..."
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.............................................................................
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"Oh gosh," Mary Ann gasped, "Oh gosh... I'm coming, I'm coming!"
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The Professor kissed her neck, and whispered, "So am I!"
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He began to ejaculate, just as the contractions of her pussy started, grabbing
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his cock, holding it inside her as he pumped her full of semen.
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.............................................................................
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"Nnnnnggggggghhhhhhhh! Oh, my," Lovey cried, as her pussy clamped around the
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Skipper's huge appendage.
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The Captain grunted, and began to ejaculate, the white sperm finding no space
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inside Lovey, squirting out around his shaft, flowing to the sandy soil upon
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which they lay.
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.............................................................................
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"Yes, yes, that's it, that's the way," Ginger whispered into Gilligan's ear.
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"Now just a little deeper, and... ooooooohh, yes.... oooooooooh. ummmmmm."
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She began to quiver in anticipation of orgasm, as Gilligan rolled back and forth
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upon her. She gripped him with her vaginal muscles, pulling her legs up over
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his hips.
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The pressure of her pussy against his cock forced him over the edge. Gilligan
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began to spurt inside her, as the contractions of her pussy shook the both of
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them. A wave of water from the lagoon washed over them.
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.............................................................................
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The Professor lay in Mary Ann's arms. Suddenly he was very sleepy... He sat
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up, a little dizzy.
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"What's wrong?" Mary Ann sat up next to him, and held her head. "Oh, I'm
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dizzy!"
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"Me too," the Professor nodded. "I think I'd better go back to my hut."
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"Why not stay here with me? Ginger won't mind..."
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"No, I'd better go." He got up, and stumbled around the room, picking up his
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clothing. He leaned over Mary Ann's bed and kissed her again.
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"Knock Knock," Ginger's voice from the door.
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"I was just leaving," the Professor said.
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"I was just coming," grinned Ginger. "I feel a little dizzy... I think I need
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to lie down a while."
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She turned and kissed Gilligan. "Good-night, sweetie."
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"Good-night, Ginger," said Gilligan, with a smile. "See you in the morning."
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The Professor rose from Mary Ann's side and headed for the door, his bare ass
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flashing in the moonlight.
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"Good-night, Roy."
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"Good-night."
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Ginger lay back in her bed, and like Mary Ann, slipped into a deep sleep.
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The Professor stumbled naked back to his hut and fell into his cot, immediately
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dropping into a sound, dreamless sleep.
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Gilligan felt drunk; or maybe on the heaving deck of a ship. He weaved back and
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forth, tripping over his own feet. Finally making it back to the hut he shared
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with the Skipper, he climbed into the upper hammock, and passed out.
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The Skipper and Mrs. Howell walked hand in hand back to the compound. They
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stepped up to the Howell's hut and Lovey peeked inside.
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"He's still asleep," she whispered. She leaned over and kissed the Captain's
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lips. "Good-night, sweet Skipper," she said with a smile.
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The Skipper watched her close the door behind her, then sauntered toward his
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hut. As he reached the doorway, a wave of dizziness hit him. He stumbled into
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the door, glancing up at the upper hammock, noting that Gilligan was already
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asleep, and wouldn't be asking any questions about where he was all evening.
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He dropped into the lower hammock, and blackness overtook him.
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.............................................................................
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Thurston Howell was still sitting in his lounge chair. Lovey walked over to her
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husband, and shook his shoulder. "Thurston," she said, softly, "come to bed,
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dear."
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Thurston opened his eyes halfway, taking in a view of Lovey's transparent
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nightie and breasts.
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"Time for nookie?"
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"Not tonight dear," she said. "I'm a little dizzy. But you shouldn't sleep in
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the chair."
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They climbed into the bed, Thurston cuddling up to Lovey's nearly naked body.
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She reached down and grabbed his teddy bear, and tucked it under his arm. She
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lay her head back on the pillow, remembering the wonderfully large cock of the
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Captain, and drifted into dreamless sleep.
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Morning. Seven sleepy castaways woke up and wandered toward the sweetwater pool
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to wash up. They looked at each other and smiled, not knowing exactly why.
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There was a sense of puzzlement that rushed between them.
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"Skipper, what happened after supper last night?" Gilligan said, finally.
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"Y'know, Little Buddy, I don't remember anything after supper at all. I must
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have gone to bed early..."
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"I don't remember anything after supper either," Mary Ann said. "We washed the
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dishes... and then I guess I went to bed, because that's the last thing I
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remember."
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"Me too," Ginger said.
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"I was working on the radio, then the next thing I remember is waking up this
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morning..." The Professor scratched his head.
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"Thurston and I went to bed right after supper, too," Mrs. Howell said. She
|
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thought to herself, "and Thurston must have tried to screw me in my sleep,
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because I'm a little sore down there."
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.............................................................................
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A few days later:
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Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage, as Ginger
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waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall.
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Her back was toward him as she moved under the waterfall. He saw her drop her
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clothing and caught a glimpse of her bare ass before it was covered with the
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white water.
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"C'mon, Ginger, turn around," he whispered. "Turn around..."
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He reached down into his pants and gripped his penis, already erect. He pulled
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it out and stroked it, watching the shadowy image of Ginger's naked bottom
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through the flowing water.
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"Gosh," Gilligan whispered, "I'd like to fuck her some day..."
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.............................................................................
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...to be continued...
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.............................................................................
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(Everybody sing again!)
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So this is the tale of our castaways, they're here for a long, long time.
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They'll have to make the best of things, it's an uphill climb.
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Gilligan, and the Skipper too, will do their very best
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To make the others comfortable in their tropic island nest.
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No phones, no lights, no motorcars, not a single luxury,
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Like Robinson Ca-ru-so, it's primitive as can be.
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So join us here each week my friends, you're sure to get a smile
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From seven stranded castaways, here on Gilligan's Isle!
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===========================================================================
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* This story takes up where the last one left off. The year is circa *
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* 1969, after the original series run. *
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* *
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* original material copyright (c) 1995, all rights reserved. *
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===========================================================================
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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: "Passion Fruit: Part two"
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(Everybody sing!!)
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Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip
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That started in this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship.
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The mate was a mighty sailin' man, the Skipper brave and sure,
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Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour.
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A three hour tour.
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The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed.
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If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Minnow would be lost.
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The Minnow would be lost.
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The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
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With Gilligan, the Skipper too, the millionaire and his wife,
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A movie star, the Professor and Mary Ann, here on Gilligans Isle.
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..........................................................................
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Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage, as
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Ginger waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall.
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Her back was toward him as she moved under the waterfall. He saw her drop
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her clothing and caught a glimpse of her bare ass before it was covered
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with the white water.
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"C'mon, Ginger, turn around," he whispered. "Turn around..."
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He reached down into his pants and gripped his penis, already erect. He
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pulled it out and stroked it, watching the shadowy image of Ginger's naked
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bottom through the flowing water.
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"Gosh," Gilligan whispered, "I'd like to fuck her some day..."
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His eyes unfocused a moment as a memory tried to force its way through his
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mind. There was a vague image of a naked Ginger on the beach at the lagoon
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and him falling on top of her...
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A splash brought his attention back to the waterfall, as Ginger turned
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around under the flowing water.
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He gulped as he got a clear view of her pink-nippled breasts, full and
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smooth. The nipples looked like they were hard. Down below, her red pubic
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hair flashed at him. He stroked his cock harder at the sight.
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She turned around again, her ass covered by the white water from the
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waterfall again.
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"Nnnnnnggghhhh!" He came, white semen spurting from the end of his cock,
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landing on the leaves in front of him.
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He clamped his hand over his mouth, hoping Ginger hadn't heard his moan.
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He peeped out at the waterfall again. Ginger was out of the water, her
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towel wrapped around her lovely body. He ducked down, peeking between the
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leaves until he saw her walk away from the pool.
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Then he tucked his penis back into his pants, and headed back toward the
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compound.
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..........................................................................
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The Professor looked over his bookshelf. He was trying to identify a plant
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he had found in the jungle. He pulled down his botany book, and flipped it
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open.
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The book opened to the page with the yellow fruit Gilligan had found last
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week. His eyes scanned the text again. Hmm... what was this footnote?
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He flipped to the reference page given, and read, growing more interested.
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...........................................................................
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Thurston Howell was hungover. He moaned, and sat up. "Lovey..."
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He glanced around. His wife was not in the hut. He struggled up to his
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feet and headed to the door. He staggered, his head pounding. Halfway to
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the door, he turned around. "Hair of the dog..." he mumbled, and staggered
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over to his liquor cabinet.
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He uncorked a bottle and held it to the light. "Damned fruit punch," he
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muttered, and tilted the bottle to his lips.
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..........................................................................
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Mary Ann opened the door to the outhouse and stepped out.
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She checked herself to make sure she had zipped her shorts. She did a
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little stretch to the left and right, and headed down the path for her
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daily power walk.
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..........................................................................
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Captain Grumby sat on the beach by the lagoon, looking out to sea. He
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sighed. "A seaman without a ship," he muttered, "is like a fish without
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fins..." He stared out at the vast expanse of the ocean, wishing and
|
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wanting. His eyelids began to get heavy, and he yawned widely.
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"I think I'll take a little nap," he thought, and tipped his cap over his
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eyes. He lay back against a palm tree, and dozed off.
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The faint sound of a motor awakened him.
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He spotted a dot on the horizon, and it caught his attention. His eyes
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were still sharp for unusual phenomena on the ocean.
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The dot grew bigger. "My gosh," he thought, "it's a boat!"
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He stood up. He waved his arms. He tried to shout, but his voice was caught in
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his throat.
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The small boat roared up into the lagoon, and spun around in a hot-dogging
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circle.
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Then it slid quietly up to the shore. The Skipper waded out to it.
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At the wheel of the boat was a man in a crisp blazer. A banjo lay nearby.
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He looked vaguely familiar to the Skipper, but he could not quite place
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him.
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The man at the wheel shut down the roaring engine.
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"Thank heavens!" the Skipper gasped. "We're rescued!"
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"I wouldn't count on that," the man said, gruffly. "Do you know who I am?"
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"You look a little familiar. You look a little like Dick Van Dyke."
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"A little familiar," the man repeated, sarcastically. "Yeah."
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He stood up and walked over to the side of the boat. "My name is Jerry Van
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Dyke. Dick is my brother."
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"Pleased to meet you. I'm the Captain of the Minnow..."
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"I know all that. I was supposed to be Gilligan."
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"What?"
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"I turned down being Gilligan so that my mother could be a car," Van Dyke
|
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grimaced. "Now nobody knows who I am."
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The Skipper shook his head, puzzled. "We don't care who you are, we're just
|
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happy to be rescued." The Captain smiled. "Let me go get the others!"
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"Never mind, I didn't come for that!" Van Dyke said, and sat back behind the
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wheel of his boat. He turned the key and the engine roared to life.
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"Wait!"
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But it was too late, the boat was backing away. The Skipper tried to hold
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on, but he fell away, splashing on his face into the lagoon.
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He stood up, dripping. The boat turned, and roared away, then circled
|
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back.
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"The only consolation is that at least I won't be on this island forever.
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Maybe I can get a job as an assistant Coach somewhere."
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The boat roared off again. The Skipper stared at the dot until it
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disappeared over the horizon.
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The Skipper waded back to shore, and sat under the palm tree, exhausted and
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wet. He stared at the horizon where the boat had disappeared.
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He must have dozed off. He awoke, his clothing perfectly dry. Had it just
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been a dream?
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Mrs. Howell had found a section of the beach that none of the others ever
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visited. Glancing around, she took off her clothes, lying naked on the
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sand in the sunshine.
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She sighed, remembering her college days and the halfback of the football
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team. He had a penis the diameter of the wide end of a baseball bat, and
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he had taken her in the woods behind the dorm ...
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She frowned. What the hell had brought that memory to mind?
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Her hands reached up to her breasts; her nipples were erect. She stroked
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them a moment, then reached down to her crotch. She fingered her clit,
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surprised at its sensitivity. Her labia were wet.
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She began to rub her clit, her fingers dipping into her cunt for
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lubrication. "Mmmmmm," she moaned.
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She stopped suddenly, sitting up. What was she doing? She looked up and
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down the beach, suddenly embarrassed at herself. She stood up and put her
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clothing back on.
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Fully dressed again, she sat back down on the sand and looked out to sea.
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Where was that halfback now?
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She shook her head. Why these thoughts? Why now?
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Thurston had been a good husband. He wasn't good in bed, but he did have
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money. They had a son, before Thurston had become such a drunk, and had
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lost much of his interest in sex.
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She shook her head sadly, staring out at the ocean, and sighed.
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..........................................................................
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Ginger was back in her hut, deciding which of her clothing to wear. She
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stood naked in front of her closet, moving the bamboo hangers back and
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forth, looking at the limited wardrobe.
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She decided on a little blue number that accented her long legs. She
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slipped it on, not bothering with underwear. Who cared? Three unattached
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men on the island, and no one bothered to look at her any more... nobody
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but Gilligan, who peeped at her when she was taking a shower.
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She sat down on the cot. The dress was split up to the hip, and it fell
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open, showing her bare thighs. She looked down at them, wishing for a pair
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of pantyhose; all her hose had worn out years ago.
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She ran her fingers along the insides of her thighs, feeling the soft skin.
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She really should exercise like Mary Ann, but it had always seemed like too
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much work.
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Her fingers touched her red pubic hair. She spread her legs a little, her
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fingers finding the outer lips of her pussy. She turned on the bed, and
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lay back, raising and separating her knees. The dress fell aside. She
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reached down, stroking her clitoris. Her outer lips opened, and some
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moisture dribbled down her slit.
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She plunged a finger deep into her pussy, while with the other hand, she
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kept pressure on her clit. "mmmmmmmmm," she moaned.
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..........................................................................
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The Professor put the book on the shelf. A strange little smile on his
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face, he stepped to the door of his hut. He looked toward the compound for
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Gilligan, but nobody seemed to be around.
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He headed for the jungle path toward the sweetwater pool.
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..........................................................................
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Mary Ann stopped along the beach, puffing. She stretched and twisted,
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working out some tight muscles.
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She looked up and down the beach. Seeing no one, she stripped off her
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blouse and shorts, and dashed into the surf. She swam out a short
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distance, and rolled over on her back, letting the water bob her up and
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down with the gentle waves.
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...........................................................................
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"Gilligan, I've been looking for you," the Professor said.
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Gilligan, startled, turned around to face the Professor. "What did I do
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now?"
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The Professor smiled. "Nothing, Gilligan. I just wanted to know where you
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found those yellow fruits last week."
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"Oh. Just over there," Gilligan pointed.
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"Show me," the Professor smiled, "Please."
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"Sure, Professor! This way."
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Gilligan led the Professor down the path, over a small rise, and up to the
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tree, where the leafy vine was.
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"I picked most of 'em last week, though."
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The Professor looked up the tree. "Looks like there are some up there."
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"Yeah," Gilligan grinned. "I couldn't reach them."
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"Let me boost you up," the Professor said. "Try to pick some more."
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Gilligan shrugged. "Okay."
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The Professor leaned against the tree, and interlaced his fingers together.
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Gilligan put his foot into the Professor's hands, and the Professor lifted
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him, pushing Gilligan up the tree.
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Gilligan quickly gathered the fruits he could now reach, tucking them into
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his shirt.
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"I got 'em all, Professor." Gilligan called.
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The Professor lowered Gilligan back to the ground. Gilligan emptied his
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shirt into a sailcloth napkin that the Professor held out for him.
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"What are you going to do with them?" Gilligan asked.
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"Can you keep a secret?" the Professor asked. Then he smiled. "Look who
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I'm asking!"
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"Who, me? What kind of secret?"
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"Tell me, Gilligan," the Professor said, putting an arm around Gilligan's
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shoulder. "Have you ever thought about having sex with Ginger or Mary
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Ann?"
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..........................................................................
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Mary Ann swam back to shore and lay on the sand, the sun baking down on her
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bare skin. She closed her eyes, slipping away from the beach in her mind,
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back to her home in the States, down on the farm.
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A sudden shadow passed over her face, and her eyes snapped open. Looking
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down at her was Ginger.
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"A good thing one of the men wasn't the one to find you this way," Ginger
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smiled.
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"I'm not sure about that," Mary Ann sighed. "I'd love to have a man look
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at me as more than a friend."
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Ginger sank down to the sand beside her. "I know what you mean. Back in
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Hollywood, if I didn't have two or three men a week, I thought I would go
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crazy. Here, it's been four years since..."
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Mary Ann rolled over on her side to face Ginger. "Did you have some
|
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strange dreams this week?"
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"Dreams? Like what?"
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"Well," her forehead crinkled. "I had a dream that I slept with the
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Professor."
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"Oh," Ginger smiled. "That kind of dream."
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Mary Ann nodded.
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"Yeah," Ginger nodded in assent. "I've had dreams like that this week,
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too."
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"With the Professor?"
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Ginger laughed. "Believe it or not, my dreams featured Gilligan."
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Mary Ann laughed. "So how was it? In your dreams, I mean."
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"In my dreams, he's got a cock about this long," Ginger smiled, holding her
|
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hands apart about a foot. "And he's gentle, and loving, and I come over
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and over again."
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Mary Ann grinned. "Same with my dreams, except it's the Professor." She
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rolled over on her back again, and reached up to tweak her nipples between
|
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her fingers. "The dreams are nice, but..."
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"But they're just dreams. I know."
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Ginger reached up and released the shoulder of her dress, and let it drop
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down, revealing her pink-nippled breasts. She stroked her nipples, letting
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her fingertips caress them, bringing them to erection.
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"Mary Ann," Ginger whispered, "do you trust me?"
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Mary Ann opened her eyes and looked into Ginger's. "Sure."
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Ginger crawled around to Mary Ann's legs. She gently separated them and
|
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moved between them. She caressed Mary Ann's thighs, sliding her fingers
|
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down the outside, then up the inside, her thumbs just touching Mary Ann's
|
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labia.
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"Oh!" gasped Mary Ann. "What are you doing?"
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"Trust me," Ginger whispered. She leaned forward, and kissed Mary Ann's
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dark pubic hair, her tongue darting out to taste. She moved farther down,
|
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her tongue brushing over her clit, to the taut lips below.
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"Oh gosh, Ginger..."
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Mary Ann lifted her knees, and Ginger leaned in, pushing her tongue between
|
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Mary Ann's labia, tasting her cunt juices.
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"Mmmmmm," Mary Ann moaned, her eyes closed. "That feels so good."
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|
Ginger moved up to caress Mary Ann's clit with her tongue, as she moved her
|
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fingers up to the entrance to Mary Ann's pussy. She spread her labia wide,
|
|
revealing the pink interior. She licked and sucked at Mary Ann's clit, as
|
|
she pushed first one, then two fingers into her love hole.
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|
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"Ginger..... ummmmmmmmm." Mary Ann lifted her head and looked down at the
|
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redhead as she sucked at her crotch.
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|
|
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"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
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...........................................................................
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|
Mrs. Howell walked back toward the compound. Thurston would be getting up
|
|
now, all hung over, and he'd need her help to get dressed. He could never
|
|
pick out his own clothing...
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|
|
|
She passed behind the Professor's hut. The Professor was giving Gilligan a
|
|
lecture about something. She stopped a moment to listen.
|
|
...........................................................................
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|
|
|
"See, Gilligan, right here in the book. This is the fruit you found." The
|
|
Professor pointed at the page. "And this is a reference to..." he flipped
|
|
the pages. "...this page. Read this."
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|
|
|
"Fruits of this genus..." Gilligan started.
|
|
|
|
"To yourself," the Professor said.
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|
|
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"Oh. Okay." Gilligan read the reference, his lips moving.
|
|
|
|
"What's an aphro... aphro..."
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|
|
"Aphorodesiac. It's a sexual stimulant. Strange that this note should
|
|
even appear in this book, but the report is based on some native folk
|
|
medicine."
|
|
|
|
Outside, Mrs. Howell listened intently.
|
|
|
|
"Do you remember last week, when we ate the fruits in the pie? Do you
|
|
remember what happened after supper?"
|
|
|
|
"We all went to sleep."
|
|
|
|
"That's all we remember. See, right here. The fruit also has an effect on
|
|
memory. Short term memory is erased."
|
|
|
|
"So?" Gilligan looked puzzled.
|
|
|
|
"Don't you get it? We might have screwed ourselves silly last week, and
|
|
then forgot all about it."
|
|
|
|
"Nawwwww! If I had screwed anybody, especially Ginger, I'd remember it."
|
|
|
|
"Not under the influence of this." He picked up one of the yellow fruits.
|
|
If everyone ate these, we would all be stimulated sexually, we would screw
|
|
our brains out, and then not remember it in the morning."
|
|
|
|
Gilligan looked puzzled. "What's the point in doing it if you can't
|
|
remember it?"
|
|
|
|
"That's what I wanted the fruits for. I've got this plan. If I slip some
|
|
of the juice from these fruits into Ginger and Mary Ann's drinks, they
|
|
would get stimulated."
|
|
|
|
"Yeah!"
|
|
|
|
"We're already stimulated. We don't need the juice. We can have our way
|
|
with them, and then in the morning, they would have forgotten..."
|
|
|
|
"But we'd remember!"
|
|
|
|
"Right!"
|
|
|
|
Gilligan and the Professor looked at each other conspiratorially.
|
|
|
|
Mrs. Howell smiled, and walked on toward her hut.
|
|
...........................................................................
|
|
|
|
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."
|
|
..........................................................................
|
|
|
|
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.
|
|
..........................................................................
|
|
|
|
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.
|
|
...........................................................................
|
|
|
|
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."
|
|
..........................................................................
|
|
|
|
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.
|
|
..........................................................................
|
|
|
|
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.
|
|
...........................................................................
|
|
|
|
Ginger and Mary Ann walked into the 'kitchen'.
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|
|
|
"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."
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They sat silently for a few minutes.
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The Skipper looked up at the stars. While he was looking away, Lovey quietly
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slipped the yellow fruit out of her bra and put it into the fruit basket on
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the table.
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The Professor and Mary Ann worked quietly, the Professor washing, Mary Ann
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drying the dishes. Every once in a while they would look at each other and
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smile.
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The dishes finally done, the Professor dried his hands. He turned to Mary
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Ann.
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"Would you like to take an after-dinner stroll?"
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Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. "Sure."
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They walked together slowly down the path toward the sweetwater pool.
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About halfway there, Mary Ann reached out and took his hand, and they
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strolled hand-in-hand to the pool.
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Lovey cleared her throat. The Skipper looked over at her. She took a
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banana from the fruit basket.
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"You're not going to let me eat alone, are you?" she asked.
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The Skipper shook his head. He reached for the fruit basket, but Lovey
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took the yellow fruit from the basket and handed it to him.
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His face lit up. "I thought these were all gone!" He bit into it.
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Lovey smiled. She took the entire peeling off the banana, slowly and
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deliberately.
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The Skipper took another bite.
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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
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beach and began to skip them into the surf.
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Ginger watched for a few minutes, then said, "Is this what you brought me
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here to see?"
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Nervously, Gilligan turned to face her. "No.... ummm..."
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He stepped up closer to her. He stood, nervously shifting from foot to
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foot.
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She batted her eyes at him. "Yes, Gilligan?"
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Finally, he leaned forward quickly and kissed her, a quick peck on the
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lips.
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He stepped back, half expecting her to slap him. She reached out and took
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his head between her hands, and pulled it toward her, planting a kiss on
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him that would melt steel.
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Mary Ann and the Professor reached the sweetwater pool. The moon reflected
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off the pool and the shimmering waterfall.
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They turned to face each other, and the Professor wrapped his arms around
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her. She melted in his arms, tilting her head back. He kissed her
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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
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sensually.
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The Skipper's jaw dropped, and he stared, watching her fellate the banana.
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The Professor dropped to his knees in front of Mary Ann, and untied the
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knot in her blouse. It dropped open, revealing her lovely, firm breasts
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and dark brown nipples.
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He took first one, then the other nipple between his lips, tickling the tip
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of each with his tongue and sucking gently.
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She ran her fingers through his hair, her head tilted back, her eyes
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closed.
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Ginger dropped her hands to Gilligan's waist, and untied his drawstring
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pants. They fell to the sand.
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She wrapped her fingers around his erection, and whispered in his ear, "Is
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this what you brought me here to see?"
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Gilligan gulped, and nodded.
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Ginger dropped to her knees and sat back on her heels. She turned his dick
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to the left, to the right, then up and down, examining it from all angles.
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She looked up and smiled. "Gilligan, I think it's a penis."
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...........................................................................
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Lovey finished her banana, the Skipper still staring, his hands shaking.
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She reached across the table and gripped his hand.
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"Come on," she whispered.
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"M-m-mrs. H-h-howell," he stammered.
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"Lovey... please," she smiled.
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"I-I-I don't think that..."
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"Shhhh," she whispered. "Don't worry about Thurston. Listen. You can
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still hear him snore."
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She stood up and pulled the Skipper to his feet, and led him down the
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pathway into the jungle.
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...........................................................................
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Ginger wrapped her lips around the end of Gilligan's cock, swirling her
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tongue around his cockhead.
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Gilligan moaned, unconsciously bucking his hips, pushing his penis further
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into her mouth.
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"Easy, now, Gilligan," she said, gripping him firmly. She applied her lips
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and tongue to his cock again, cupping his balls with one hand, a firm grip
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on his shaft with the other.
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...........................................................................
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Mary Ann moaned softly as the Professor kissed his way down her belly,
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pushing his tongue into her navel. His hands worked gently at her shorts,
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unbuttoning them. They slid down her legs, and she stepped out of them.
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She dropped her open blouse off her shoulders and stood naked in the
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moonlight. The Professor sat back on his heels, looking at her.
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She turned, slowly. "Like what you see?"
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"Prettiest girl on the island."
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"Hummph. That's not saying much."
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"Prettiest girl I've ever seen."
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"That's better." She leaned over and kissed his lips. "Now it's your
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turn. Stand up."
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He scrambled to his feet. Mary Ann unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped it
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back over his shoulders. She ran her hands down his hairless chest and
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down his belly. She unfastened his trousers, and let them drop. Then she
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pulled his boxer shorts down over his ass, and they joined his other
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clothing on the ground. He stepped out of his shoes as he freed his feet
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from his pants, his penis erect and throbbing.
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"Last one in's a rotten egg," she said, and dashed for the pool.
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The Professor wasn't far behind her. They hit the water at the same time,
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spashing into the cold water. They dove down, kissing under water, then
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broke the surface in an embrace, their feet just touching bottom as their
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heads bobbed at the surface. They held each other tightly.
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..........................................................................
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Gilligan tugged off his shirt and cap, and stepped out of his pants.
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Ginger stood up and turned around.
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"Unzip me," she said.
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Gilligan fumbled for the zipper pull, then worked it slowly down her back.
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The dress opened up, revealing her bare back -- no bra straps. The zipper
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ended just at the crack of her ass.
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She shrugged out of the dress facing away from her, and let it drop slowly.
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Gilligan stared at her ass, so round, so firm, so fully packed. He reached
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out and caressed it, gently, his hands shaking.
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...........................................................................
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Mary Ann wrapped her legs around the Professor's hips, clinging to him in
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the water. As they kissed, she worked herself up him, until the tip of his
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penis was just at the entrance to her pussy. She lowered herself on him,
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|
taking his thick cock fully inside her.
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The Professor stood in the water, marvelling at how the differential in
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ambient temperature between the aqua pura and Mary Ann's internal vaginal
|
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teperature...
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What the hell... the cold water made her cunt feel even hotter.
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He gripped her tighter.
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...........................................................................
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Lovey and the Skipper found a small clearing in the jungle and sat down.
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Lovey wrapped her arms around the Skipper's neck and kissed him gently on
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the lips.
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He hesitated a moment, then returned the kiss. She opened her mouth, and
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his tongue danced inside.
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She slid over into his lap, running one hand over his barrel chest, outside
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his shirt.
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...........................................................................
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Ginger turned around, giving Gilligan a good look at her firm, pink-nippled
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breasts, and the red-haired patch below. She wrapped her arms around his
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neck, and kissed him again.
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They sank to their knees on the sandy beach. She pushed Gilligan
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|
backwards, and he lay on his back. She moved quickly into a sixty-nine
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position on top of him, lowering her pussy over his face, as she drew his
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penis between her lips.
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Gilligan dove in greedlily, fastening his lips around her clit, stroking it
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with his tongue. He reached up, grabbing the white globes of her
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asscheeks, clinging to them as she moved sensually.
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She took his full length into her mouth, deep-throating him. Gilligan
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moaned.
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...........................................................................
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Mary Ann and the Professor worked their way back to the edge of the pool,
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and the Professor climbed out, Mary Ann still wrapped around him.
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He staggered a few feet, his cock firmly held inside her pussy. He dropped
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to his knees, and gently lowered her to the ground.
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She released her grip on his hips, and he began to take slow, deep strokes.
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She met each stroke with a tilt of her pelvis, rubbing her clit against his
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shaft.
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|
...........................................................................
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Lovey unbuttoned her blouse, letting it drop off her shoulders. She
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reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and shrugged out of it.
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She grasped the Skipper's shaking hands, and placed them on her breasts.
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His fingers found her nipples, and as he twisted them between his fingers,
|
|
she kissed his lips again.
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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.
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|
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|
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
|
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cunt against his jaw and tongue, keeping a firm grip on his penis.
|
|
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|
She started to come, her orgasm beginning at her clit, radiating through
|
|
her body in a warm rush.
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|
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.
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|
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|
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.
|
|
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|
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.
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|
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.
|
|
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|
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.
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|
"Nnnnngh," the Skipper moaned, and clasped at her.
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|
|
He began to come; there was no room inside her, so it gushed around his
|
|
cock and ran down into his pubic hair.
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|
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|
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.
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|
The contractions came suddenly, squeezing against his cock, shaking her
|
|
body. She collapsed forward, with him still inside her, and lay on his
|
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barrel chest.
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...........................................................................
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The Professor and Mary Ann took another dip in the pool, rinsing each other
|
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off with giggles and tender touches. They got dressed, and headed back to
|
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the compound.
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Ginger and Gilligan also arose, and dashed hand-in-hand into the surf in
|
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the lagoon to rinse off the sand, then they too dressed and headed 'home'.
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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
|
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girls headed into their hut.
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The Professor put his arm around Gilligan's shoulder. "So how did it go?"
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"It didn't go," Giligan grinned. "It came."
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The Professor chuckled. They headed back to their huts.
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...........................................................................
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Lovey reluctantly removed herself from the Skipper's cock; even in its
|
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flaccid state it was a sizable organ.
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She recovered her clothing, slipping into her blouse and skirt, tucking her
|
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bra and panties into her pocket. The Skipper arose, and tugged on his
|
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trousers and shoes.
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|
They walked hand in hand almost to the compound, dropping this last
|
|
physical contact when they approached the clearing, in case anyone was
|
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still up to see them.
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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.
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The Skipper walked her to the door of her hut.
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"Good-night, sweet Captain," she whispered.
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She kissed him quickly, and slipped through the hut door.
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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
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blankets up under his chin, he felt suddenly dizzy; then he fell into a
|
|
deep sleep.
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|
..........................................................................
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Lovey changed into her nightgown, using a hand towel to wipe away most of
|
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the Skipper's semen.
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She slipped into the bed, listened for a moment to the roar of the buzz
|
|
saw, then reached over for the soft gum earplugs.
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Thurston was cuddled up with his teddy bear.
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"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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|
..........................................................................
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Morning.
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|
The seven castaways headed for the outhouses and the sweetwater pool for
|
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their morning cleanup.
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|
The Professor and Mary Ann passed each other on the path. "Good morning,
|
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Roy," Mary Ann said, smiling.
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"'Morning," the Professor smiled back.
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She took his hand and leaned forward to kiss him lightly. "Thanks for last
|
|
night," she whispered. "It was great!" She continued toward the pool.
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The Professor was staggered; the juice was supposed to work on her
|
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memory...
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Gilligan was just coming out of the outhouse as Ginger approached. She
|
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slipped one hand under Gilligan's balls and kissed him lightly on the
|
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cheek. "Hi, Stud Muffin!"
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|
"H-h-hello!" Gilligan stammered and stumbled.
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She moved past him into the outhouse and closed the door. Gilligan ran
|
|
toward the other outhouse, where the Professor was just emerging.
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"It didn't work," he gasped.
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|
"What are you talking about?"
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"Ginger remembered! The juice didn't work!"
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"Of course it worked... You got laid, didn't you?" The Professor smiled.
|
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"Maybe it's better this way, anyhow."
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"Why's that?"
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"This way we can make love with the girls any time we want. We don't have to
|
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rely on the fruit."
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"Oh, yeah." Gilligan smiled. "Right."
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They walked up the path to join the others at the pool.
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...........................................................................
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Lovey watched the others as they played together in the water. It was
|
|
obvious that the younger folks were getting to know each other as lovers.
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Her eyes widened as she thought, "They remember! They weren't supposed to
|
|
remember!"
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|
The Skipper arrived at the pool. "Good morning, Mrs. Howell."
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"Good morning, Captain," she smiled. "And how did you sleep last night?"
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"I went to bed right after supper," he said, "and I slept like a baby all
|
|
night."
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Lovey heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't remember! She puzzled over it in
|
|
her mind, until she came to a sudden realization. It's not the juice of the
|
|
fruit that works, it's the pulp!
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She would have to talk to the Professor about that... someday.
|
|
...........................................................................
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|
|
...to be continued...
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...........................................................................
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|
(Everybody sing again!)
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|
|
So this is the tale of our castaways, they're here for a long, long time.
|
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They'll have to make the best of things, it's an uphill climb.
|
|
Gilligan and the Skipper too, will do their very best
|
|
To make the others comfortable in their tropic island nest.
|
|
No phones, no lights, no motorcars, not a single luxury,
|
|
Like Robinson Ca-ru-so, it's primitive as can be.
|
|
So join us here each week my friends, you're sure to get a smile
|
|
From seven stranded castaways, here on Gilligan's Isle!
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===========================================================================
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* Here is the last chapter of the Gilligan's Island parody. *
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* *
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* This story takes up where the last one left off. The year is circa *
|
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* 1969, after the original series run. *
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* *
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* original material copyright (c) 1995, all rights reserved. *
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===========================================================================
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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: "Passion Fruit: Part Three"
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(Everybody sing!!)
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Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip
|
|
That started in this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship.
|
|
The mate was a mighty sailin' man, the Skipper brave and sure,
|
|
Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour.
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A three hour tour.
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The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed.
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If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Minnow would be lost.
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The Minnow would be lost.
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The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
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With Gilligan, the Skipper too, the millionaire and his wife,
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A movie star, the Professor and Mary Ann, here on Gilligans Isle.
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..........................................................................
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Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage, as
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Ginger waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall.
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Her back was toward him as she moved under the waterfall. He saw her drop
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her clothing and caught a glimpse of her bare ass before it was covered
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with the white water.
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"C'mon, Ginger, turn around," he whispered. "Turn around..."
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He reached down into his pants and gripped his penis, already erect. He
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pulled it out and stroked it, watching the shadowy image of Ginger's naked
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bottom through the flowing water.
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Ginger turned around under the waterfall, and stuck her head through the
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flow. "Gilligan!" she shouted. "Get your ass over here right now!"
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Gilligan stood up and ran down to the pool. He pulled off his clothes and
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waded to the waterfall. Ginger reached through the flow of water and
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grabbed his hand, pulling him under the falls to the little alcove
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underneath.
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Ginger wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a passionate kiss,
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rubbing her wet, naked body against him.
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She reached down and grabbed his penis, stroking its length. She lowered
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herself in the water, pulling him down on top of her.
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Gilligan kissed her breasts, as she guided his cock to the entrance to her
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pussy. He pressed it inside her, and she moaned with pleasure, taking his
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full length easily. He began slow, easy strokes, the resistance of the
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water making his movements easier and slower.
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Ginger's clit pressed against the base of his cock with each stroke, and
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she gasped every time he pressed against it.
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"Oh, gosh," she whispered, "I'm coming..."
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Her pussy grabbed at his cock as her body shook, with a warm glow flowing
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from her pussy though the rest of her body.
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Gilligan pumped twice more, and with the pressure from her orgasmic pussy,
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he began to ejaculate inside her. He kissed her lips, as they caught their
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breath.
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They stood up, finally. Ginger picked up her bar of coconut-butter soap,
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and they lathered each other up, giggling and laughing.
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...........................................................................
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Roy Hinkley, "The Professor", was making his bed.
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Literally making his bed. He had gathered some nice pieces of bamboo, and
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was busily making a double-sized bed.
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Whistling as he worked, he was also trying to decide just how to approach
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Mary Ann about moving in with him. Making love in the moonlight in the
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great outdoors was great, but the rainy season was approaching.
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...........................................................................
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The Skipper was whistling, too, as he cast his fishing line into the surf.
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He waited for a nibble, holding the fishing rod braced against his belly.
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A strange, yet familiar voice sounded behind him.
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"Welcome to Sherwood."
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He turned to see a man all in green perched on a fallen treetrunk. He was
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carrying a huge bow, and a quiver of arrows on his back.
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He blinked twice, almost dropping his fishing rod. "Robin Hood?"
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"None other," the man in green said, grinning. "You look very familiar.
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Are you not the son of one of my merry men?"
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"No," the Skipper shook his head. "Not that I know of."
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"Strange," Robin said. He looked at the Skipper's fishing rod. "Fishing?
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Is there no game in the forest?"
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"Not that we've been able to find," the Skipper said. "How did you get
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here? Are you our rescue?"
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"Rescue? From Sherwood?"
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"This is NOT Sherwood. It's an island in the South Pacific." The Skipper
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reeled in his line and set the fishing rod aside.
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"South... Pacific? It looks like Sherwood..." Robin turned and looked
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around. "But then again..."
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"Believe me," the Skipper said, "it's not England. Do you have a boat?"
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Robin shook his head.
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"A plane? A helicopter?"
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Robin shook his head. Suddenly, he stood still. "Hark!"
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"What is it..."
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Robin placed a hand over the Skipper's mouth, silencing him. "A deer!" he
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whispered, "A fine stag to make a man's dinner."
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He nocked an arrow into the bow, and climbed over the fallen tree and into
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the jungle.
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Moments later, Mr. Howell walked out of the jungle onto the beach. The
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Skipper was staring into the jungle.
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"Captain..."
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"Did you see him?"
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"See who?" Howell frowned.
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"Robin Hood."
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"Captain, have you been raiding my liquor cabinet?"
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...........................................................................
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Mary Ann looked around the hut at her few meager possessions. She sat down
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on the cot, considering how quickly she could pack them all away if the
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Professor asked her the question she wanted him to ask. Five minutes,
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maybe less.
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"But what about Ginger? Would she be all alone in this hut if I moved in
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with the Professor? Or would Gilligan move in here with her?" she thought.
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"And that would leave the Skipper alone... oh, my... how complicated."
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Ginger walked in, wrapped in her towel. She had been to the waterfall
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again. And from the glow in her face, it looked like she had been there
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with someone.
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"Talking to yourself again?" Ginger grinned.
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"Was I?" Mary Ann blushed. "I've been doing a lot of thinking."
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"About the Professor?" Ginger sat on the other cot, facing her. "Has he
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asked you yet?"
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Mary Ann shook her head. Ginger reached over and took her hand.
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"He will. Don't worry." Ginger looked into Mary Ann's eyes. "And if he
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does, do it. Don't worry about me."
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Mary Ann reached out and took Ginger into her arms. "Thanks."
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Ginger's towel fell away. "In the meantime,..." she cooed.
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...........................................................................
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Gilligan sat down on a log near a clearing in the jungle. He sat in a
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position like Rodin's "The Thinker", his chin resting on his fist, his
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elbow on his knee.
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He was considering his relationship with Ginger. He loved her, he really
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did. Or was it just lust? Did he want to live the rest of his life with
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her, or was it that she was available, and here, and ...
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His vision blurred, and he blinked. Next to him on the log was a
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golden-haired fellow, about his same age. He blinked again. The fellow
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was still there.
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"Hi, Maynard, old buddy." The golden-haired fellow grinned.
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Gilligan sat up. "Maynard?"
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"Hey, where's your goatee?"
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Gilligan rubbed his chin.
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"What's wrong, Maynard?"
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"My name is Gilligan. Who are you?"
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"You mean you don't recognize your oldest friend? It's Dobie" The fellow
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laughed. "And you're Maynard."
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"Gilligan," he said. "My name is Gilligan."
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"It's Maynard, and I'll prove it. Watch this... 'work' "
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A shiver ran up Gilligan's spine. He shook it off.
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"See there," Dobie said. "You're Maynard."
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Gilligan shook his head.
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"Well, whatever, old buddy," Dobie grinned. "What's on your mind?"
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"Ummm," Gilligan squirmed. "I guess I can tell you since you're
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imaginary."
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"Who's imaginary?" Dobie grinned. "Que pasa?"
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"It's a girl," Gilligan said.
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"I figured that," Dobie smiled. "Why else would I be here?"
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"I'm not sure what I feel for her. Is it love or is it lust?"
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"Does it matter?"
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Gilligan looked at him. "Of course it matters."
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"Okay. Do you want to be with her even when you've got your clothes on?"
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"Yeah."
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"Then it's probably love. Go for it."
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Gilligan glanced away. "Go for it?"
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There was silence. He looked back, and Dobie was gone.
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He sat there a moment longer. "Go for it...."
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...........................................................................
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Lovey Howell adjusted her makeup in the small mirror. She had managed to
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get Thurston out of the hut for a while, anyway. He needed to get some
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fresh air, and away from the liquor cabinet for a few hours.
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She adjusted her clothing; it was getting a bit tattered with the years of
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wear. Thank goodness she had brought all of the trunks she had; she pitied
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the poor younger girls who only had a few outfits.
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And the Captain and Gilligan had only one set of clothes, since they had
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expected to be home that night so long ago.
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When they wore out their clothes, I guess they'd have to go naked...
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Thinking of the Captain naked brought a sly grin to her face. That might
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not be so bad after all.
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She headed out the door toward the Professor's hut. She needed to talk
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with him about the fruits.
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...........................................................................
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The Professor tied the last knots, and slid the double-sized bed towards
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the wall. He had to adjust the position of his lab-table and trunk, but it
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all fit. At least he didn't have to rebuild the hut.
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He stood back and admired his work, thinking about the workout he wanted to
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give it.
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There was a tap at the door. "Professor?"
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It was Mrs. Howell. He invited her in. She sat in his 'relaxing' chair,
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and he perched on his lab stool.
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"What can I help you with?"
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"This is rather awkward, Professor," she said, almost blushing.
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"Go ahead. We're all friends here," the Professor smiled.
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"It's about those yellow fruits Gilligan found last week."
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The Professor paused. "Yes? What about them?"
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"I know what they do, Professor." She looked away from him, slightly
|
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embarrassed. "And I want to grow some more."
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"Oh?" The Professor squirmed on his stool. "Are you and Mr. Howell having
|
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...problems?"
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"Yes..." Lovey lied. "That's it exactly."
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The Professor reached over and picked up the two remaining fruits from his
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lab table. They had softened, and were giving off a sour fragrance.
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"That's funny," he said, "I thought there were three."
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Mrs. Howell grimaced.
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The Professor handed them to her. He opened his botany book, and read from
|
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the page describing the fruit.
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"Looks like it should be planted in sandy soil, near a tree where the vine
|
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can climb. That's all the information I have." He closed the book. "I
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can't guarantee they'll grow, and I have no idea when the vines will bear
|
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fruit."
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"I understand, Professor," she said, smiling. "Thank you."
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"You're very welcome. I hope the problems work out."
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|
...........................................................................
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Lovey went into the jungle, looking for likely spots to plant her seeds.
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She found two trees close to the pathway that looked hopeful. She dug a
|
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shallow hole next to each tree, and placed the rotting fruits in them,
|
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covering the hole.
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She kissed her fingers, then the soil. "Grow, please grow," she whispered.
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|
...........................................................................
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Thurston Howell walked along the beach.
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"Damn this island," he said aloud. "Damn this beach, damn this ocean, damn
|
|
these waves, damn..."
|
|
|
|
He was so distracted by his tirade that he nearly fell over the barrel. He
|
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kicked it. It didn't move, and he hurt his foot.
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He hopped around on his good foot, holding the hurt one. He sat on the
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barrel, which was lying on the sand. He massaged his toes, muttering, "and
|
|
damn this barrel."
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As he worked on his sore toes, he looked down at the barrel. Stenciled on
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the side of the barrel was the name "Inverness."
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He looked up at the sky. "If there's a god in heaven, let this be full."
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|
He got up and pushed at the barrel. It was very heavy, it had SOMETHING
|
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inside.
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He pushed harder, and the barrel rolled over, exposing the bung. It was
|
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intact.
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"Praise the gods!" he shouted, then clamped his hands over his mouth. He
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looked around.
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"I've got to find Gilligan," he muttered.
|
|
..........................................................................
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Mary Ann and Ginger were in a sixty-nine position, with Ginger on top.
|
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Ginger's lips were locked around Mary Ann's clit, her tongue dancing around
|
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the tip of the sensitive nubbin. Mary Ann had her hands around the cheeks
|
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of Ginger's ass, her fingertips brushing her asshole.
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Mary Ann's tongue was stroking over Ginger's clit, her concentration on her
|
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nearing orgasm. Her body began to quiver under Ginger's ministrations.
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Ginger's fingers slid into Mary Ann's cunnie, pressing upward against her
|
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g-spot. Mary Ann's body tried to levitate, as an explosive orgasm shook
|
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her body.
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As her contractions slowed, she again applied herself to Ginger's pussy,
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sucking hungrily on her clit. Her fingertips approached Ginger's asshole
|
|
again, and slowly, Mary Ann slid her middle finger into Ginger's ass.
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"Mmmmmmmmm," Ginger moaned, "Oh, yes."
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With her other hand, Mary Ann slipped two fingers into Ginger's pussy.
|
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Ginger raised up, pushing back against Mary Ann's hands and mouth.
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"Yes... yes, that's it," she gasped, "Oh yes..."
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Her body began to quiver, and a gush of cunt honey ran down Mary Ann's
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face.
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Ginger's orgasm shook the bed, as Mary Ann slowed her tonguing of Ginger's
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clit.
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Ginger got up slowly and turned around, and lay beside Mary Ann in the
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narrow cot.
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...........................................................................
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Gilligan was sitting at the table in the compound, contemplating the basket
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of fruit. Which one was he least tired of?
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|
Mrs. Howell approached the compound. "Gilligan, there's something I want
|
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you to do for me."
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|
"What's that, Mrs. Howell?"
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"Do you think you could find any more of that yellow fruit?"
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Gilligan goggled at her for a moment, but remembered that she couldn't
|
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possibly know what it was good for. "I'll try, Mrs. Howell," he nodded.
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"Thank you." She headed for her hut.
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|
At that moment, Mr. Howell came running up the path from the beach.
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"Gilligan, dear boy. Just the man I was looking for..."
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"What do you want me to do?" sighed Gilligan.
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Howell looked back toward his hut. Lovey had gone inside. He dropped his
|
|
voice to a whisper. "I've made a wonderful find on the beach, and I need
|
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your help."
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"What did you find?" Gilligan asked, in a normal voice.
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"Shhhhh...." hissed Howell. "Keep your voice down."
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"Okay," whispered Gilligan, "what did you find?"
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"A whole barrel of Inverness Scotch."
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"A whole barrel?" Gilligan's voice rose to a normal level again.
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"Shhhhh!" Howell hissed again.
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"Sorry," whispered Gilligan.
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|
"Come with me. I need to roll it up away from the tide, and I'll need help
|
|
to get it open."
|
|
...........................................................................
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The Skipper landed his catch; a very nice, big fish. As he pulled it up
|
|
the beach, he glanced at the jungle, half expecting Robin Hood, or Tarzan,
|
|
or some other character to come popping out. But nobody did.
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He pulled out his knife, and started cleaning the fish.
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|
...........................................................................
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The Professor strolled over to the girls' hut, and tapped on the door.
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"Anybody home?"
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|
"Just a minute," Ginger's voice sounded from inside. The Professor heard
|
|
some scrambling around.
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|
|
|
Ginger jumped up, and grabbed a dress, slipping it over her head and
|
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zipping it up. Mary Ann retrieved her shorts and slipped them on, and
|
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buttoned her blouse.
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Ginger went to the door. "Hi, Professor." She batted her eyes at him.
|
|
"I was just coming... er, going." She walked out the door, winking at Mary
|
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Ann.
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"Come on in, Roy." Mary Ann sat on the edge of the bed.
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The Professor sat down next to her, and took her hand. "Mary Ann... I want
|
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to ask... "
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"Yes," she said, smiling.
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"You didn't know what I want to ask."
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"Yes I do, and I do." She kissed him. "Give me five minutes to pack up."
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She finished in four. The Professor picked up her little bag, and they
|
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walked hand-in-hand to his hut.
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|
..........................................................................
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Gilligan and Mr. Howell rolled the barrel up the beach to the edge of the
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jungle. They tipped it up on end to keep it from rolling back down to the
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|
water.
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"I don't think the tide gets this high," Gilligan observed.
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"Good. Now, how to open it."
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Gilligan smiled and picked up the tool box. "I know how to open barrels."
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He took out the hammer, and took aim at the top.
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"Wait! NO!" Howell shouted, and grabbed the hammer. "If you break the top,
|
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we can't close it back up!" He leaned over and looked in the tool box. He
|
|
picked up a brace and bit.
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"Now, this will make a small hole that we can plug up." He set the tip of
|
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the bit on the top of the barrel-end, and Gilligan started to turn the
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brace.
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|
...........................................................................
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The Skipper wrapped his fish filets in a sailcloth towel, and headed to the
|
|
compound. Suspiciously, he looked all around him as he walked, half
|
|
expecting to be accosted by some imaginary character.
|
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|
...........................................................................
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The hole was bored through. Gilligan pulled out the bit, and Howell leaned
|
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over to sniff the contents.
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"Heavenly," Howell sighed. "It's Scotch, all right." Then he frowned.
|
|
"But how do we get it out of the barrel?"
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"I could still smash the top," suggested Gilligan.
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Howell just frowned at him.
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"The Professor uses a kind of vine for tubing in his lab. Maybe we could
|
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find some."
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"Good idea. Go look for some. I'll just sniff for a while."
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|
Gilligan dashed into the jungle. He was looking for the vine that the
|
|
Professor used, but a flash of yellow caught his eye. He stopped and
|
|
looked closer. It was another vine-full of yellow fruits, just like the
|
|
ones he found before!
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|
He marked the place in his mind, and went looking for the tubing-vine. He
|
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found some, and pulled it down. Using his pocket knife, he cut off the
|
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leaves from a length of it, and took it back to Howell.
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Howell was standing over the barrel, his nose pressed against the hole.
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|
"So near and yet so far," he sighed.
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|
Gilligan handed him the vine, and Howell lowered one end into the barrel.
|
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He placed the other end between his lips and sucked.
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|
"Like drinking through a straw," Gilligan noted.
|
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|
|
The fluid finally reached Howell's mouth. He filled his mouth, then
|
|
pinched the end of the vine. He swirled the liquid around his mouth, then
|
|
swallowed.
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|
|
"Ambrosia," he said, "Nectar!" He raised his eyes to the sky. "Thank
|
|
you!"
|
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|
|
"You're welcome," said Gilligan.
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|
...........................................................................
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Ginger walked toward the compound table, just as the Skipper brought up his
|
|
load of fish.
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"I'll take that, Skipper," she said, and he handed over his bundle.
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|
"Thanks, Ginger." He stopped to wipe his brow, and said, "I'm going to go
|
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up to the waterfall and wash up."
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He started up the path to the sweetwater pool. Ginger took the fish over
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by the fireplace, and added some wood to the coals still smouldering there.
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Flames started to appear around the new wood.
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...........................................................................
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"Gilligan, dear boy, go back to my hut and get a couple of empty bottles,"
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Howell said, sipping from his straw.
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"Sure, Mr. Howell."
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"Oh... If Lovey is there, don't let her see you."
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"Okay." Gilligan started back toward the compound, but remembered the
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fruits. He doubled back into the jungle and located the vine. He picked
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three of the yellow fruits, and rolled them up in his shirt. Then he
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headed back toward the compound.
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..........................................................................
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The Professor and Mary Ann entered his hut... their hut. The Professor led
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her over to show her the new bed.
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"Oh, Roy," she said, "you expected me to say yes!"
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The Professor nodded.
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She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Let's break it in," she whispered,
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huskily.
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...........................................................................
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Gilligan ran into the compound and looked around for Mrs. Howell. Not
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seeing her, he tapped on their door. "Mrs. Howell?"
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"Yes, Gilligan dear?" She opened the door.
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"I found some," he said, breathlessly. He unrolled his shirt, and handed
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her the three fruits.
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"Oh, thank you, dear boy!" She took one and sniffed it. "Smells
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delicious!"
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"Ummm," Gilligan shifted from foot to foot. "Mrs. Howell, Mr. Howell sent
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me for a couple of his empty bottles. But I wasn't supposed to tell you."
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Lovey frowned slightly, but she was delighted to have the fruits. "Of
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course you can have his empties." She stepped away from the door and let
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Gilligan inside. "They're over there in the cabinet."
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Gilligan stepped over and opened the door. There were several bottles of
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different-colored fermented fruit juices, and several empties. He picked
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up two of the empty bottles.
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"Thanks," Gilligan said, clutching the bottles.
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"Thank YOU, Gilligan," she said, clasping the fruits to her chest.
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...........................................................................
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The Professor unbuttoned Mary Ann's blouse, and peeled it back over her
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shoulders. He caressed the smooth globes of her breasts, their dark brown
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nipples popping up like rubber erasers under his fingers.
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She moaned, and kissed his neck.
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His hands moved farther down, and unfastened her shorts, dropping them to
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her feet, where she stepped out of them, along with her shoes.
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She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers down his
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hairless chest. She dropped her hands down to his pants, unfastening them,
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and they joined Mary Ann's on the floor. He stepped out of his shoes.
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Mary Ann sank down into the bed, and lay on her back. She lifted her
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knees, extending her arms towards the Professor. He climbed into the bed,
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slipping up between her thighs.
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He ran his hands over her legs, and up her sides to her breasts, tweaking
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her nipples again. Then back down, running his fingers through her dark
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pubic hair to the warm wet place below.
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His thumb found her clit, warm and erect under its tiny hood. She gasped
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as his thumb brushed over it.
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The fingers of his other hand parted her labia, and he could see the moist
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pinkness within. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gripped it with
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her vaginal muscles.
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He bent down and touched her clit with his tongue. It felt hot, and he
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rolled his tongue over it.
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Mary Ann gasped and reached for his head, running her fingers into his
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hair.
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He moved his tongue down further, sliding down the slippery skin past her
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pisshole, plunging his tongue as deeply as he could into her pussy.
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She wiggled her hips, running her fingers over his head.
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He moved back up to her clit, sliding his tongue, around and over her clit.
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He fastened his lips around her clit, sucking gently, brushing her clit
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with the tip of his tongue. She gripped his hair, holding him in place.
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"OoooooOOOOOooooOOOOOOOoooooohhhhhh!" she moaned, thrashing her head from
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side to side.
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The Professor raised his head, and as Mary Ann released her grip on his
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hair, he slid up her body, to kiss her waiting lips. His cock poised on
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its own at the entrance to her cunt, the cockhead parting her labia, and
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sliding to its full length inside her.
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"Ummmmmmph" moaned Mary Ann into the Professor's mouth. Her clit pressed
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against the base of his cock, as she tilted her pelvis back. Her vaginal
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muscles clamped around his penis, holding him in place.
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.........................................................................
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Mrs. Howell walked around to the "kitchen", where Ginger was stirring the
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hot coals, ready to place the fish filets on the grill.
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"Do you know where the Captain is?" Mrs. Howell asked.
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"He said he was going up to take a shower in the waterfall," Ginger said.
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Mrs. Howell's eyebrow lifted. "Thanks, honey," she said.
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Lovey took another path, but moved around after she was out of Ginger's
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sight. She headed directly for the waterfall.
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...........................................................................
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Mr. Howell used the vine-hose to siphon his Scotch into the empty bottles
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Gilligan had brought back. Gilligan carved a piece of wood to fit the hole
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they had bored in the barrel. When he had filled the two bottles, Howell
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tamped the stopper into the barrel.
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"Thanks, dear boy." Howell grinned. "Now I'm a happy man."
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He staggered back toward the compound, clutching the precious bottles to
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his chest protectively.
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Gilligan shrugged, and followed Howell up the path.
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...........................................................................
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Mary Ann shivered, right on the edge of orgasm. The Professor's cock was
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deep in her pussy, her clit pressed hard against the base of his shaft.
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The Professor made a small stroke, pulling back about an inch, then moving
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back in deeply.
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Mary Ann gasped, the warm flow of orgasm sweeping over her, convulsing her
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body.
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Mary Ann lifted her legs, placing them up on the Professor's shoulders.
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This lifted her hips, and constricted her pussy, giving the Professor more
|
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friction in her slippery cunt.
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He began a rapid stroke, diving deeply into her cunt, pulling back until
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his cockhead was nearly completely out, then back again.
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He held his breath, holding himself back a little, but it was too late, he
|
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burst inside her, emptying his balls inside her.
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She let her legs down, he rolled over to her side, holding her in his arms.
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She tucked her head down under his chin, clinging tightly to him, their
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legs entangling.
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...........................................................................
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Mrs. Howell approached the sweetwater pool cautiously. The Captain was
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|
still there, under the waterfall.
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She could hear his voice, singing. "Roll me over, in the clover..."
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She ducked down behind some bushes, and watched, as the Skipper turned
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|
around under the water. She could see his cock, hanging down between his
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legs.
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"I should call him 'elephant'," she thought, and smiled.
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He finished rinsing off and stepped out from under the waterfall, reaching
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for his towel. He dried off, and wrapped the towel around his hips, hiding
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his manhood from her. He turned his back on her, rinsing out his clothing.
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She stood up, walked toward the pond, and cleared her throat. The Skipper
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turned, automatically checking to make sure his towel was in place.
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"Excuse me, Captain," she said, "I didn't know you were up here."
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"Just taking a shower and rinsing my clothes, Mrs. Howell," he said. "I'll
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be done in a minute."
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He pulled his clothes out of the water and wrung them out. He threw them
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over his arm and started away from the pool.
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"Oh!" Lovey said, as if she just remembered. "Gilligan found another one
|
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of these, and I knew how much you liked them." She pulled the yellow fruit
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out of her pocket and handed it to the Skipper.
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"Gee, Mrs. Howell, thanks." He took a bite of the fruit.
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"Don't spoil your appetite for supper," she said, smiling.
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The Skipper blinked, smiled, and blinked again. "Mrs. Howell..."
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|
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|
"Lovey, please."
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|
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|
"Lovey, did you just take off your clothes?"
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She looked down, no, she was still dressed.
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"No, why..."
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The Skipper blinked again. "No, I guess you didn't. Sorry."
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He started to turn to head back to the compound.
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"But I could," she said.
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|
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He turned to face her. She quickly unbuttoned her dress, letting it drop
|
|
to the ground. She had worn no bra today, just her lace panties.
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|
The Skipper stared. "Mrs. Howell!"
|
|
|
|
Her breasts bobbed as she walked over to him, her nipples beginning to
|
|
erect. She glanced down; his towel was beginning to tent.
|
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|
She put a hand on his cheek, then kissed him, her tongue pushing deep into
|
|
his mouth.
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|
|
|
The Skipper dropped his clothing in the grass, and wrapped his arms around
|
|
her. She reached down and unfastened his towel, and grabbed hold of his
|
|
penis with both hands.
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|
|
|
She stepped back, pulling him by the cock. She lowered herself to the
|
|
ground, pulling him with her. He crouched over her, kissing her mouth,
|
|
while she guided his cock to the entrance to her vagina.
|
|
|
|
He pressed his hips forward; his penis began to slide into her.
|
|
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|
It was getting easier, Lovey thought, easier all the time.
|
|
|
|
The Skipper's cock filled her completely. She wrapped her legs around his
|
|
hips, tilting her pelvis forward and back to rub her clit against the base
|
|
of his cock.
|
|
|
|
She was coming already, she thought, and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me
|
|
now, Jonas. Give it all to me."
|
|
|
|
The Skipper began to stroke, slowly at first, but building to a faster
|
|
pace. Lovey began to come, an orgasm sweeping through her, and right
|
|
behind that one, another, even more powerful.
|
|
|
|
The Skipper grunted, and Lovey held on as he came inside her, and a third,
|
|
even more powerful orgasm washed over her. The Skipper collapsed, rolling
|
|
them over to their sides, still tangled together, his huge cock still
|
|
filling her pussy.
|
|
...........................................................................
|
|
|
|
Thurston Howell looked both ways before he entered his hut. He stowed away
|
|
the two bottles of Scotch in his cabinet, hiding them behind the fruit
|
|
hooch. He started back outside, but noticed two fruits on the endtable.
|
|
|
|
"Hmmmm," he mused, picking up one of the fruits. "These were delicious, as
|
|
I recall." He took a big bite, chewing it with great gusto and a huge
|
|
smile. The next bite finished the fruit. He picked up the second one. He
|
|
ate that one as well.
|
|
|
|
He got out a drinking cup, and was reaching for his bottle of Scotch, when
|
|
he felt a strong pressure in his pants.
|
|
|
|
The feeling was so unusual for him that he lost his balance, landing on his
|
|
butt on the floor. He reached for his groin where the pressure was, and
|
|
found he had an erection.
|
|
|
|
He stood up and dropped his pants, looking in Lovey's mirror. "By gosh, it
|
|
is a boner, and a fairly big one at that. Wait till Lovey sees this!"
|
|
|
|
He pulled up his trousers, blousing them around his erection. He went
|
|
outside to the kitchen area, where Ginger was just taking the fish off the
|
|
grill.
|
|
|
|
"Have you seen Lovey?"
|
|
|
|
"She went that way," Ginger said, pointing down the pathway Lovey had
|
|
originally gone down.
|
|
|
|
Howell headed toward the path, then turned slowly, looking at Ginger. "My
|
|
dear, have you done something with your hair?"
|
|
..........................................................................
|
|
|
|
The Skipper had dozed off. Lovey got up, stepped over to the pool to rinse
|
|
off, and put on her dress. She stuffed her panties into her pocket. She
|
|
draped the Skipper's towel over him, and set his clothing nearby.
|
|
|
|
She headed back down the path toward the compound.
|
|
...........................................................................
|
|
|
|
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."
|
|
...........................................................................
|
|
|
|
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.
|
|
...........................................................................
|
|
|
|
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.
|
|
...........................................................................
|
|
|
|
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.
|
|
...........................................................................
|
|
|
|
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.
|
|
.........................................................................
|
|
|
|
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.
|
|
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|
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."
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"Must be the barrel of Scotch he found," Gilligan said, and immediately
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clamped his hands over his mouth.
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The Skipper and Gilligan helped move Mr. Howell to his hut. They lay him
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in his cot. He passed into a deep sleep.
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"I guess we can save supper for him," Gilligan said.
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"Now, what was that about a barrel of Scotch?" Lovey asked.
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"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
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the Professor. Then Ginger announced that Gilligan was moving in with her.
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The Skipper clasped Gilligan's shoulder and congratulated him.
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"Then you're not upset?" Gilligan asked.
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"Why would I be upset, Little Buddy?" the Skipper grinned.
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But there was something gnawing at the back of the Skipper's mind. After
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supper, he wandered alone down to the lagoon. He sat on a log and stared
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out at the ocean.
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"It's pretty, isn't it?" a voice behind him said.
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He turned, halfway expecting some spectre. It was Lovey Howell.
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"Yes. Yes, it is," the Skipper smiled at her.
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She stepped up and stood directly behind him. He sat, looking out at the
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moonlight reflecting off the top of the small waves.
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She put her hands on his shoulders. He jumped at her touch. She began to
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massage his shoulders and neck. The Skipper relaxed under her massage.
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"You're worried about the young folks, aren't you, Captain?" she asked.
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"A little," he nodded. "I hope they know what they're doing."
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"Who ever knows what is going to happen when you start a relationship?"
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Lovey said, shrugging, continuing to knead the Skipper's shoulders.
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There was a moment of silence, then he asked, "So what brings you down
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here?"
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"The young people paired off and left, and Thurston's asleep. I didn't
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feel like staying to hear him snore." She stepped over the log and sat
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down beside him. "Besides, I wanted to talk to you."
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"To me? What about?" He looked into her face. Was she blushing?
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"Captain," she said, shakily, "you know those fruits Gilligan found?"
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"Yeah!" he grinned. "Do you have some more?"
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"No... I must tell you the truth about them."
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"What do you mean? Truth?"
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"The fruit has an... unusual... effect on people."
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"Oh?"
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"Yes." She looked away, out to sea. "It makes people dizzy."
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"I don't remember that."
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"It also affects memory..."
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"Hmmmm. I get the feeling there is something else."
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"It excites people sexually."
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"Oh." The Skipper nodded, staring out to sea. Then he turned. "Is that
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what's causing the others to pair off?"
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"Partially," she nodded.
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"And you were giving me those fruits..." His eyes widened. "Did you...?"
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She nodded, blushing even more.
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The Skipper took a deep breath. "What about Mr. Howell?"
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"He ate some tonight. That's why he passed out." She turned toward him
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again. "Captain, Thurston is a fine man, and we've been married a long
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time. But..." She put her hand on his thigh. "But a woman needs... he's
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not very well endowed.
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"Now that Gilligan's moved in with Ginger, you're going to be alone in your
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hut at night." She looked into his eyes. "Would you mind if I came to
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visit you some nights, after Thurston's asleep?"
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The Skipper mulled it over a moment, silently, then said, "I suppose we
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could work it out. But nobody must know, because Mr. Howell must never
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know."
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Lovey nodded. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks."
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...........................................................................
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(Everybody sing again!)
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So this is the tale of our castaways, they're here for a long, long time.
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They'll have to make the best of things, it's an uphill climb.
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Gilligan and the Skipper too, will do their very best
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To make the others comfortable in their tropic island nest.
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No phones, no lights, no motorcars, not a single luxury,
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Like Robinson Ca-ru-so, it's primitive as can be.
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So join us here each week my friends, you're sure to get a smile
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From seven stranded castaways, here on Gilligan's Isle!
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This is the last of this tale. Like Alan Hale and Bob Denver, I don't want
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to be stuck on this island forever.
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A few notes on the cameos for those born after 1969: 1969 was the year Star
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Trek went off the air, thus, the crew was "looking for a place to retire"
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in Part 1. Jerry Van Dyke (part 2) was indeed the first choice to play the
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role of Gilligan. He turned down the part to play the lead in "My Mother,
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The Car", an extremely short-lived series. He now is Luthor Van Damme in
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"Coach". Bob Denver (Gilligan) played the beatnik Maynard G. Krebs in "The
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Many Loves of Dobie Gillis". Dobie would often soliloquize in front of the
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statue of Rodin's "The Thinker", assuming the same pose while pondering his
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fate (part 3). Alan Hale's father (whom he resembled greatly) appeared in
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"The Adventures of Robin Hood" with Errol Flynn in 1938 (also part 3).
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(Now you know why he was billed as Alan Hale, Jr.)
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