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From: shelbyb@iglou.iglou.com (Shelby Bush)
Classic Television Pornography Presents:
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This is a REPOST, containing all three parts.  They were originally separate
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The events in these stories take place circa 1969, after the original run of
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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND: "Passion Fruit" (Part 1)
(Everybody sing!!)
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.
A three hour tour.
The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Minnow would be lost.
The Minnow would be lost.
The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
With Gilligan, the Skipper too, the Millionaire and his wife,
A movie star, the Professor and Mary Ann, here on Gilligans Isle.
.........................................................................
Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage, as Ginger
waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall.
Her back was toward him as she moved under the waterfall.  He saw her drop her
clothing and caught a glimpse of her bare ass before it was covered with the
white water.
"C'mon, Ginger, turn around," he whispered.  "Turn around..."
He reached down into his pants and gripped his penis, already erect.  He pulled
it out and stroked it, watching the shadowy image of Ginger's naked bottom
through the flowing water.
.........................................................................
Under the waterfall, Ginger smiled secretly to herself.  "He's out there again,"
she mumbled to herself.  "Who could miss that hat?"
She rubbed herself with the mild coconut soap the Professor had made for her.
Her fingers rolling over her firm breasts and erect nipples, made firm not only
by the cold water but by the knowledge that Gilligan was watching her again.
Her hands moved down her body to her groin, around her hips, then to her groin,
her fingers sliding through her red pubic hair into the warmth of her pussy.
Her fingertips found her clit, and she sucked air through her teeth as she
rubbed her love button.
"I'll give Gilligan a thrill," she said, as she relaxed under the waterfall.
.........................................................................
Gilligan stared at the glimmering waterfall, as Ginger's rear end broke through
the water.  He saw the pink pucker of her asshole, the darkness of her nether
lips below.
"Nnnnnnngggggggghhhhh!" Gilligan groaned, as a glob of white burst from his
cock, coating the palm leaves in front of him, as he fell backwards, landing on
his ass.  "Ow," he said, falling backwards into a somersault.  His head hit a
tree, and he blacked out.
.........................................................................
Ginger looked back through her legs and saw Gilligan's hat disappear.  She
giggled and stood up again and backed up into the waterfall to rinse the soap
from her body.  She reached over and grabbed her towel and wrapped it around
her.  Her body would dry on its own in this tropical air; she only brought the
towel with her to cover up with.
She casually glanced over to the bushes where Gilligan was hiding.  He seemed to
be gone.  She smiled a secret little smile as she walked back to the hut.
.........................................................................
Roy Hinkley, otherwise known as "the Professor", was in his hut, working on the
radio again.  He had already cannibalized every electronic device that had been
on the Minnow, and was frankly worried that his wizardry with the radio was
finally at an end.  He heated a wire held in a wooden handle over a candle, and
attempted to resolder the broken circuit board.
"Shit!" he sputtered, as the board slipped off the table and fell to the floor,
breaking the jerry-rigged repairs once again.
"That's it," he sighed.  "We're completely out of touch with civilization."
.........................................................................
Lovey Howell stared into the mirror, and started to apply her makeup.  The
Professor's substitute for her pancake base was a little grainy, but it was the
right color.  The red berry lipstick was not.  'But it is tasty', she thought,
licking the lipstick, the motion reminding her of.... something.
"Oh!" she said, suddenly remembering.  "Oh, it's been years..."  She looked over
at Thurston, snoring on the cot.  "But I think the lipstick's bigger."  She
smiled, softly.
.........................................................................
Mary Ann was back behind her hut working at the stone oven.  She plucked a
freshly baked piecrust out of the oven, and set it on her table.  She turned,
and stirred the pineapple-coconut creme mixture in the bowl while the piecrust
cooled.
.........................................................................
Captain Jonas Grumby was beside the lagoon, casting a fishing line into the
water.  Suddenly, there was a high pitched whine behind him.  He turned, to see
two men; one tall, dressed in blue shirt and black trousers, the other was
dressed in a gold shirt and black trousers.  The taller man's ears looked
strangely pointed.
The two looked at the Skipper a moment, then the shorter man said, "I thought
you said this island was uninhabited."
The man in blue said, "According to our records, this island was uncharted until
1977.  Logically, it would be assumed to be uninhabited."
The man in gold reached behind him, and brought forward a small box, and flipped
it open.  "Beam us up, Mr. Scott."
"Wait!" the Skipper shouted.  "We're the passengers and crew of the Minnow!
Can't you rescue us?"
"Sorry," the man in gold shrugged.  "We're not allowed to interfere."
There was a high-pitched whine, and the two men seemed to dissolve.  The Skipper
was left alone on the beach, staring at the empty space where the two men had
once been.
.........................................................................
Gilligan staggered back to his feet, and looked toward the waterfall.  Ginger
and her clothing were gone.  He tucked his penis back into his pants, and headed
back toward the compound.
As he walked down the path, a bright yellow color caught his eye.  He stepped
over to the plant, a leafy vine curling up the side of a palm tree.  The vine
was covered with fairly large, bright yellow fruit.
Gilligan picked one of the fruits and sniffed it.  It smelled faintly of
banana... no, of strawberry... no, of raspberry.... it smelled delicious.
Without thinking, he popped the fruit into his mouth.  It _was_ delicious.
Gilligan started picking as many of the fruits as he could reach, gathering them
up in his shirt, pulling the hem up to form a pocket.
.........................................................................
Mary Ann touched the piecrust; it was cool enough to put her pie filling into.
She started scooping the coconut-pineapple mixture into the piecrust and sighed.
"I'm so tired of coconut and pineapple..."
.........................................................................
At that moment, Gilligan burst out of the jungle.  Mary Ann jumped, startled.
"Oh, Gilligan, you scared me!"  She fussed.
"Sorry.  Where's the Professor?"
"He's in his hut.  What have you got there?"
"I don't know.  I've never seen them before."  He poured out the fruits on the
table.
Mary Ann picked one up and sniffed it.  "Smells delicious."
"They are."
"Gilligan!" she exclaimed,  "You didn't eat one, did you?"
"Yeah."
"You remember what the Professor said," she scolded, "Don't eat anything you
don't know."
Gilligan picked up one of the fruits and said, "I'm going to check with the
Professor."
As he left, Mary Ann sniffed the fruit again and smiled.
.........................................................................
"Where did you say you found these?" the Professor asked.  He reached for a book
on his makeshift shelf.
"Between here and the sweetwater pool," Gilligan said.
"Hmmmmm," the Professor said, turning pages.  He took a knife and sliced open
the fruit.  Inside were a mass of tiny seeds.
"Here it is," he said, pointing at the page.  "Looks like you don't need to
worry, Gilligan, they're perfectly safe to eat."
"Thank goodness."  Gilligan gasped.  "I'll go tell Mary Ann."
.........................................................................
"And the Professor says they're good to eat?"  Mary Ann asked.
"No, he said they were safe to eat."  Gilligan picked up another fruit.  "I said
they were good."
"Then they're going in my pie.  I'm very tired of coconut and pineapple."  Mary
Ann picked up a knife, and started slicing the fruits, and arranged the slices
on the pie.
Gilligan watched as Mary Ann sliced and arranged the slices.  His vision seemed
to go blurry, and for one second, he could have sworn Mary Ann was naked.
"Go wash up for supper," Mary Ann said, continuing to slice the little yellow
fruits.
"Yes, Mother," Gilligan grinned, and headed to his hut.
.........................................................................
Dinner was a nice mess of fish the Skipper had caught and grilled.  After
dinner, Mary Ann brought out her pie.
"These are those new fruits Gilligan found," she said, pointing out the bright
yellow slices.
"They're delicious," Mrs. Howell smiled.  "Gilligan's always finding lovely
things."
"Now if he could only find a gin-and-tonic-tree," Thurston Howell grumbled.
The Professor winced.  "You know I've done my best since your liquor ran out,
Mr. Howell.  But juniper trees don't grow on this island."
"Or a good Kentucky Bourbon tree."
"Mr. Howell..."  The Professor started.
"Very well, very well," Howell said, with a grim face.  "I'll just have to do
with this fruit punch you made up..."  He took a deep swig from his glass and
hiccuped.
.........................................................................
Gilligan's vision blurred again.  As he looked across the table, he could swear
that Ginger and Mary Ann had removed all their clothing.
He blinked.  The vision was still there.  He smiled, admiring Ginger's pink
nipples and Mary Ann's darker brown ones.  He glanced at Mrs. Howell.  She too
was naked, her breasts surprisingly pert for an "older" lady.  Her nipples were
erect and pointed at him.
.........................................................................
"Gilligan?  Gilligan?"
He had been staring for several minutes, a strange smile on his face.  Gilligan
blinked and looked around, his vision clear, and the girls were dressed.
"Are you all right, Little Buddy?" the Skipper asked.
"Yes, yes.   Fine..."  He looked down at his lap, realizing he had a boner.  He
pulled the sailcloth napkin over his lap to conceal the swelling.
.........................................................................
After supper, Mr. & Mrs. Howell excused themselves to go back to their hut.
Ginger and Mary Ann cleared the table, and the Professor headed back to his lab
to work on the radio once more, just in case.
"Skipper, did you notice anything different at supper," Gilligan asked.
"Other than your staring at Mrs. Howell's bosom?"
"You saw it too?"
"Everyone saw it."
"Weren't they beautiful?"
"I meant everyone saw you staring...  What are you talking about?"
"Ummmm... nothing.  Nothing.  Good night, Skipper.  I'm going for a walk."
Gilligan stood up and walked down the path toward the lagoon.
The Skipper sat back, leaning against the table, picking his teeth.  He felt an
unusual pressure in his groin, and reached down to adjust himself.
"Geez," he muttered to himself, "I've got a stiffy that won't quit..."
.........................................................................
Ginger and Mary Ann finished washing the wooden dishes, and racked them up to
dry.
As Ginger dried her hands, she leaned against the washtub.  "Who do you think is
cuter, Mary Ann... The Professor or Gilligan?"
"Do you realize how many times we've had this conversation?"
"Yes, but I'm serious tonight."
"Serious?"
"Yeah...  for some reason, I'm very horny tonight."  Her hands slid down her
body.
Mary Ann dropped her towel over the towel rod and turned to face Ginger.  "You
know, I think I know what you mean."
Ginger put a hand over her crotch.  "I think I'm on fire."
Mary Ann blushed.  She reached down to her own crotch, surprised at the heat she
found there.
"You too?" Ginger asked.
Mary Ann nodded.
"We need men..." Ginger gasped.
"Why?" asked Mary Ann, reaching over to Ginger.  She stepped forward, pressing
her breasts against Ginger's.  She tenderly kissed Ginger's lips.
"Oh gosh," Ginger whispered.  "Let's go inside."
.........................................................................
The Professor was working on the radio again, a frustrating experience, because
as soon as he made one connection, another broke.  He sat back in his chair, his
hand dropping to his lap.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, fingering his erection through his pants.  "What a
hard-on!"
He unzipped his pants, releasing his loveprod.  He stroked it slowly, leaning
back in his chair, closing his eyes.
"Mary Ann," he whispered.  "Mary Ann..."
.........................................................................
Lovey Howell looked at her husband in a new light; he was deep in his drink, but
there was a burning sensation in her loins that she had not felt in years.  She
slipped behind her dressing-screen, and took off her dress and undergarments,
and slipped into her flimsiest nightgown.  She looked down at her breasts, the
nipples distended and erect, tenting her nightgown.  She slid her hands down her
body to her crotch, which was hot ...and wet.
She stepped around the screen.  "Thurston..."
Mr. Howell's eyes bugged.  "Lovey, you're lovely!!"
She slid around in front of him, and turned slowly, allowing him to view her
entire body.
Thurston took another deep swig of his drink, and set the bamboo glass on the
endtable.  He grabbed Lovey, and pressed his face between her breasts.
"Oh, Thurston!" she whispered.
.........................................................................
Gilligan wandered around the lagoon, his erection tenting his pants.  He reached
down and untied his trousers, letting them drop around his feet.  He took a firm
grip on his penis, and began stroking, faster and faster.
"Ginger... Ginger... " his voice, beginning low, became a chant as he pumped his
cock.  "Gin-ger-gin-ger-gin-ger-gin-ger"
.........................................................................
"Ginger!"
Mary Ann's voice was a plea, as Ginger's mouth and tongue stroked Mary Ann's
labia and clitoris.
Ginger was kneeling beside Mary Ann's cot, between Mary Ann's legs.  Mary Ann
herself was seated on the edge of the cot, leaning backward, supporting her
upper body on her arms.
"My gosh, Ginger," Mary Ann gasped, "where did you learn to do that?"
Ginger raised her head, but put her fingers where her mouth had been.
"Sometimes you have to sleep with women in Hollywood, too," she smiled.  Her
fingers slipped up into Mary Ann's pussy, slippery with saliva and her
lubricating juices.
"Oh geez," Mary Ann cried, "I'm coming, I'm coming."
Ginger bent back to Mary Ann's clit, sucking on the hard, hot nubbin, as Mary
Ann shook the bed with the force of her orgasm.
Mary Ann sat up, weakly, and leaned forward, taking Ginger's face between her
hands.  She kissed Ginger's lips softly, her tongue darting out, tasting her own
juices on Ginger's mouth.
"Now it's your turn," Mary Ann said, softly.
.........................................................................
Mrs. Howell knelt down beside her husband's chair.  Thurston stood up,
drunkenly, and dropped his pants to the floor and kicked them aside.  He pulled
down his boxer shorts, and kicked them over on top of his trousers.  He sat back
down, pushing his hips forward, his erection pointing at his wife's face.
Lovey leaned forward, drawing his penis between her lips.  "I was right," she
thought, "The lipstick _was_ bigger."
She took his full length into her mouth, her nose pressing against his pubic
hair.  His penis barely reached the back of her mouth.
She rolled her tongue around the head of Thurston's penis, while with one hand
she reached up and massaged his marble-sized testicles.
"Oh, Lovey," Thurston moaned, and he came.
Two spurts of watery fluid splashed into Lovey's mouth, with the vague taste of
fruit juice.  Thurston collapsed into the chair, and before Lovey could stand
up, he was snoring.
"Shit!" said Lovey, then covered her mouth.  Such language!
She stepped over to the window, and slowly opened the shutters.  There in the
compound by the dinner table sat the Captain.  And what was that in his hand?
.........................................................................
The Professor was approaching orgasm.  He grabbed the end of his cock just as he
came, pinching the end, holding in the ejaculate.  He almost rose out of the
chair with the force of his orgasm, but he held his grip.
Still holding his penis, he got up and stepped to the doorway of his hut.  He
stepped outside and around the corner, and let go of his cock.  His semen flowed
out his cock to the ground.
He glanced around to see if anyone was watching.  Nobody in sight.  He tucked
his deflating cock back into his pants.  There was a light still on in Ginger
and Mary Ann's hut.
The Professor quietly crept up on their hut and pushed his fingers quietly
through the palm-frond walls.  He looked through the little space created by his
fingers.
.........................................................................
Ginger was on her back on her cot, her legs spread wide, her knees raised.  Mary
Ann was crouched between Ginger's legs, leaning forward, her mouth pressed
against Ginger's hot, wet pussy.
"Now move your tongue around my clit," Ginger whispered.  "That's it... yes,
ummmm."
Mary Ann's ass was raised up in the air, and as it happens, was pointed directly
toward the Professor's peephole.  He had an excellent view of the pucker of her
asshole, and the dark-haired, wet pussy lips below.  The Professor's cock began
to grow again, and he unzipped, and released it from its prison.
"Put a finger inside me," Ginger whispered.
Mary Ann shifted slightly, and complied, her finger slipping effortlessly into
the wetness of her cunt.
"Now, press up with your finger.  Ahh! UH!  Oh yes... that's it... yessss."
The Professor began to stroke his cock gently as it regained its full erection
again.
.........................................................................
Gilligan was coming, his voice shouting over the surf, "Gin-ger! Gin-Ger!"
He began to ejaculate, his semen launching from his cock like a pistol, landing
in the sand ten feet away.
Suddenly realizing that he was shouting, Gilligan clamped his hands over his
mouth.  He pulled up his pants and retied them.  He started back to the
compound.
.........................................................................
Mrs. Howell quietly slipped out of her hut, still wearing her filmy negligee.
She stepped up behind the Skipper, who she could see was stroking an absolutely
huge erection.
"Captain," she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, "may I give you some
help with that?"
The Skipper jumped, his world suddenly becoming bigger than his cock.  He looked
up at Mrs. Howell, her breasts an an even level with his face.  Her filmy
negligee did nothing to hide her body.
Lovey moved around in front of the Captain, knelt down, and planted a kiss on
the knob on the end of his penis.
She wrapped both hands around his shaft.  The Skipper leaned back, as Lovey
kissed his cock again.
She tried to wrap her lips around his penis, but it was too big.  She settled
for placing her lips just around the tip of his cock, tickling his pisshole with
her tongue.
"Mrs. Howell, we mustn't..."
She looked up.  "Never mind Thurston," she said, softly.  "He's out for the
night."
She stood up, without taking her hands from his penis.  "This way, Captain," she
said, and led him into the jungle away from the compound.
.........................................................................
Gilligan approached the compound.  As he neared, he saw a movement near Ginger
and Mary Ann's hut.  He moved quietly, and picked up a sizable stick.  He slid
up behind a man peeping through the wall of the hut.
He raised the stick, and stepped forward... and stepped on a dried branch.  The
Professor rolled to his right, away from the hut.
Gilligan's swing was wide, and he struck the side of the hut.
"What was that?" Ginger cried from inside the hut.
Mary Ann jumped up, grabbed the nearest thing to wear she could find -- a shirt
and threw it on.  Ginger followed suit, wrapping a towel around her body.  They
ran outside.
"Ginger!"
"Professor!"
"Mary Ann!"
"GILLIGAN!"
Ginger looked down at the Professor, still lying on the ground, his cock
sticking out of his pants.
"Were you peeping on us?" she accused.
The Professor blushed.  He nodded.
"Well, why didn't you just join us?" Mary Ann grinned.  She reached down and
took hold of his penis.  "This is just what I've been looking for."
The Professor scrambled to his feet.
Mary Ann led him into the hut.  She stuck her head back out the door.  "Ginger,
do you mind...?"
Ginger looked at Gilligan, then at the bulge in his pants.  She reached down and
felt.  He had a raging hard-on.  She turned back to Mary Ann.  "No, I think I've
found something to keep me busy for a while."
Mary Ann's head disappeared into the hut.
Ginger took Gilligan's hand and they headed toward the lagoon.
.........................................................................
Lovey and the Skipper found a small clearing in the jungle, and Lovey lay down,
hiking her negligee up over her hips.  The Skipper knelt down and kissed her
nether lips, which opened under his touch.  She was sweet and salty, like a
marguerita, but hot.  Gosh, was she hot.
As his tongue worked up her slit to her clitoris, Lovey worked her hands through
the Skipper's thinning hair.  She took off his hat and tossed it aside.
She took hold of his ears, and pulled his head up.  "Never mind that, Captain,"
she said, "I want your cock inside me.  NOW!"
The Skipper climbed up her body, pausing a moment to caress her breasts,
surprisingly firm for a woman of her age.  He placed the head of his cock
against the opening to her vagina.
"I'm afraid I'm too big," he whispered.
"Nothing's too big," she whispered back.  "Just go slowly, but give it to me
now."
The Skipper pushed slowly, and Lovey cooperated by opening her legs wider.
Slowly his huge cockhead slid inside Lovey's cunt.
"Oh, my!" Lovey gasped, "my, my, my!"
.........................................................................
The Professor was on his back on Mary Ann's cot, his clothing stripped away, his
cock standing upright.  Mary Ann climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, his
cock standing up just in front of her pubic hair.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking softly, her breasts bobbing up
and down with the effort.
The Professor stared at her breasts with the brown nipples for a long moment,
before he reached up to tweak her nipples betwen his fingers.
Mary Ann raised herself up, and guided Roy's cock to her pussy.  Then she slowly
lowered herself on his shaft.  She paused as she reached bottom.  She tossed her
head back, sighing softly.
"I can't believe we've been six years on this fucking island without fucking..."
she whispered.
"Neither do I," the Professor whispered back, reaching for Mary Ann's shoulders.
He pulled her forward, and held her tightly, as he flipped over, putting Mary
Ann on her back.
He began to stroke inside her, his seven-inch cock taking full-length strokes,
rubbing against her clit on each movement.  Mary Ann began to breathe heavily.
.........................................................................
Ginger and Gilligan reached the beach.  Ginger turned and untied Gilligan's
pants, dropping them to the sand.
Gilligan struggled out of his shirt, standing naked on the beach.  Ginger
dropped her towel, and turned around in front of him.
"Does it look good?" she cooed.
"Good," he nodded.  "You look beautiful."
"As good as it looks in the waterfall?"
Gilligan gulped.
Ginger giggled.  "I know you've been watching me, but now..."  she stepped up in
front of him, reaching down to grip his throbbing penis.  "...now we're going to
do more than watch."
She dropped to her knees in the sand, applying her lips to Gilligan's cock,
rolling her tongue around it skillfully.
"Oh my gosh," Gilligan gasped, "it's better than I ever dreamed..."
.........................................................................
The Skipper had finally worked his whole cock inside Mrs. Howell's waiting
pussy.  Her labia were stretched almost to the limit around his shaft.  She
wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him in place.
"It has been years since I've had a cock like that," she whispered.  "Not since
college..."
The Skipper began to move again, slowly stroking with just his hips, supporting
the bulk of his weight on his elbows.  Lovey began to move with him, tilting her
pelvis in time with his strokes.  She was lubricating heavily, enabling Jonas to
move his cock in and out more quickly.
Lovey's pussy was stretched out enough to accommodate him easily, and the
Skipper started to speed up, bouncing against her clit on each stroke.
"Ummmph! Ummmmph!" Lovey grunted, "Oh yes... yes.... fuck yes...."
Her eyes opened wide; such language!  "Oh what the hell," she thought.
"Fuck me, Captain, Fuck me!" she cried, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
.........................................................................
Ginger raised her head from Gilligan's penis, and grinned up at him.  She slid
back on her ass, and lay back, raising her knees.
Gilligan knelt down between her legs, and leaned forward, taking her pink
nipples between his lips.  He tickled her nipples with his tongue, first one,
then the other.
Ginger grabbed his head and pulled it toward hers, kissing him deeply, her
tongue reaching toward the back of his mouth.
Gilligan fell forward, his cock stabbing into Ginger's pussy, impaling her.
Ginger gasped, then wrapped her legs around his, her feet behind Gilligan's
knees.  He began a frantic pumping motion.
Ginger reached down and grabbed his ass, squeezing his cheeks.  "Slowly, dear
boy, slowly.  We've got lots of time..."
.........................................................................
"Oh gosh," Mary Ann gasped, "Oh gosh... I'm coming, I'm coming!"
The Professor kissed her neck, and whispered, "So am I!"
He began to ejaculate, just as the contractions of her pussy started, grabbing
his cock, holding it inside her as he pumped her full of semen.
.........................................................................
"Nnnnnggggggghhhhhhhh!  Oh, my," Lovey cried, as her pussy clamped around the
Skipper's huge appendage.
The Captain grunted, and began to ejaculate, the white sperm finding no space
inside Lovey, squirting out around his shaft, flowing to the sandy soil upon
which they lay.
.........................................................................
"Yes, yes, that's it, that's the way," Ginger whispered into Gilligan's ear.
"Now just a little deeper, and... ooooooohh, yes....  oooooooooh.  ummmmmm."
She began to quiver in anticipation of orgasm, as Gilligan rolled back and forth
upon her.  She gripped him with her vaginal muscles, pulling her legs up over
his hips.
The pressure of her pussy against his cock forced him over the edge.  Gilligan
began to spurt inside her, as the contractions of her pussy shook the both of
them.  A wave of water from the lagoon washed over them.
.........................................................................
The Professor lay in Mary Ann's arms.  Suddenly he was very sleepy...  He sat
up, a little dizzy.
"What's wrong?"  Mary Ann sat up next to him, and held her head.  "Oh, I'm
dizzy!"
"Me too," the Professor nodded.  "I think I'd better go back to my hut."
"Why not stay here with me?  Ginger won't mind..."
"No, I'd better go."  He got up, and stumbled around the room, picking up his
clothing.  He leaned over Mary Ann's bed and kissed her again.
"Knock Knock," Ginger's voice from the door.
"I was just leaving," the Professor said.
"I was just coming," grinned Ginger.  "I feel a little dizzy... I think I need
to lie down a while."
She turned and kissed Gilligan.  "Good-night, sweetie."
"Good-night, Ginger," said Gilligan, with a smile.  "See you in the morning."
The Professor rose from Mary Ann's side and headed for the door, his bare ass
flashing in the moonlight.
"Good-night, Roy."
"Good-night."
Ginger lay back in her bed, and like Mary Ann, slipped into a deep sleep.
.........................................................................
The Professor stumbled naked back to his hut and fell into his cot, immediately
dropping into a sound, dreamless sleep.
.........................................................................
Gilligan felt drunk; or maybe on the heaving deck of a ship.  He weaved back and
forth, tripping over his own feet.  Finally making it back to the hut he shared
with the Skipper, he climbed into the upper hammock, and passed out.
.........................................................................
The Skipper and Mrs. Howell walked hand in hand back to the compound.  They
stepped up to the Howell's hut and Lovey peeked inside.
"He's still asleep," she whispered.  She leaned over and kissed the Captain's
lips.  "Good-night, sweet Skipper," she said with a smile.
The Skipper watched her close the door behind her, then sauntered toward his
hut.  As he reached the doorway, a wave of dizziness hit him.  He stumbled into
the door, glancing up at the upper hammock, noting that Gilligan was already
asleep, and wouldn't be asking any questions about where he was all evening.
He dropped into the lower hammock, and blackness overtook him.
.........................................................................
Thurston Howell was still sitting in his lounge chair.  Lovey walked over to her
husband, and shook his shoulder.  "Thurston," she said, softly, "come to bed,
dear."
Thurston opened his eyes halfway, taking in a view of Lovey's transparent
nightie and breasts.
"Time for nookie?"
"Not tonight dear," she said.  "I'm a little dizzy.  But you shouldn't sleep in
the chair."
They climbed into the bed, Thurston cuddling up to Lovey's nearly naked body.
She reached down and grabbed his teddy bear, and tucked it under his arm.  She
lay her head back on the pillow, remembering the wonderfully large cock of the
Captain, and drifted into dreamless sleep.
.........................................................................
Morning.  Seven sleepy castaways woke up and wandered toward the sweetwater pool
to wash up.  They looked at each other and smiled, not knowing exactly why.
There was a sense of puzzlement that rushed between them.
"Skipper, what happened after supper last night?" Gilligan said, finally.
"Y'know, Little Buddy, I don't remember anything after supper at all.  I must
have gone to bed early..."
"I don't remember anything after supper either," Mary Ann said.  "We washed the
dishes... and then I guess I went to bed, because that's the last thing I
remember."
"Me too," Ginger said.
"I was working on the radio, then the next thing I remember is waking up this
morning..." The Professor scratched his head.
"Thurston and I went to bed right after supper, too," Mrs. Howell said.  She
thought to herself, "and Thurston must have tried to screw me in my sleep,
because I'm a little sore down there."
.........................................................................
A few days later:
Gilligan was crouching in the bushes, peering through the foliage, as Ginger
waded into the sweetwater pool under the waterfall.
Her back was toward him as she moved under the waterfall.  He saw her drop her
clothing and caught a glimpse of her bare ass before it was covered with the
white water.
"C'mon, Ginger, turn around," he whispered.  "Turn around..."
He reached down into his pants and gripped his penis, already erect.  He pulled
it out and stroked it, watching the shadowy image of Ginger's naked bottom
through the flowing water.
"Gosh," Gilligan whispered, "I'd like to fuck her some day..."
.........................................................................
                              PART TWO
.........................................................................
His eyes unfocused a moment as a memory tried to force its way through his
mind.  There was a vague image of a naked Ginger on the beach at the lagoon
and him falling on top of her...
A splash brought his attention back to the waterfall, as Ginger turned
around under the flowing water.
He gulped as he got a clear view of her pink-nippled breasts, full and
smooth.  The nipples looked like they were hard.  Down below, her red pubic
hair flashed at him.  He stroked his cock harder at the sight.
She turned around again, her ass covered by the white water from the
waterfall again.
"Nnnnnnggghhhh!" He came, white semen spurting from the end of his cock,
landing on the leaves in front of him.
He clamped his hand over his mouth, hoping Ginger hadn't heard his moan.
He peeped out at the waterfall again.  Ginger was out of the water, her
towel wrapped around her lovely body.  He ducked down, peeking between the
leaves until he saw her walk away from the pool.
Then he tucked his penis back into his pants, and headed back toward the
compound.
......................................................................
The Professor looked over his bookshelf.  He was trying to identify a plant
he had found in the jungle.  He pulled down his botany book, and flipped it
open.
The book opened to the page with the yellow fruit Gilligan had found last
week.  His eyes scanned the text again.  Hmm... what was this footnote?
He flipped to the reference page given, and read, growing more interested.
.......................................................................
Thurston Howell was hungover.  He moaned, and sat up.  "Lovey..."
He glanced around.  His wife was not in the hut.  He struggled up to his
feet and headed to the door.  He staggered, his head pounding.  Halfway to
the door, he turned around.  "Hair of the dog..." he mumbled, and staggered
over to his liquor cabinet.
He uncorked a bottle and held it to the light.  "Damned fruit punch," he
muttered, and tilted the bottle to his lips.
......................................................................
Mary Ann opened the door to the outhouse and stepped out.
She checked herself to make sure she had zipped her shorts.  She did a
little stretch to the left and right, and headed down the path for her
daily power walk.
......................................................................
Captain Grumby sat on the beach by the lagoon, looking out to sea.  He
sighed.  "A seaman without a ship," he muttered, "is like a fish without
fins..."  He stared out at the vast expanse of the ocean, wishing and
wanting.  His eyelids began to get heavy, and he yawned widely.
"I think I'll take a little nap," he thought, and tipped his cap over his
eyes.  He lay back against a palm tree, and dozed off.
The faint sound of a motor awakened him.
He spotted a dot on the horizon, and it caught his attention.  His eyes
were still sharp for unusual phenomena on the ocean.
The dot grew bigger.  "My gosh," he thought, "it's a boat!"
He stood up.  He waved his arms.  He tried to shout, but his voice was caught in
his throat.
The small boat roared up into the lagoon, and spun around in a hot-dogging
circle.
Then it slid quietly up to the shore.  The Skipper waded out to it.
At the wheel of the boat was a man in a crisp blazer.  A banjo lay nearby.
He looked vaguely familiar to the Skipper, but he could not quite place
him.
The man at the wheel shut down the roaring engine.
"Thank heavens!" the Skipper gasped.  "We're rescued!"
"I wouldn't count on that," the man said, gruffly.  "Do you know who I am?"
"You look a little familiar.  You look a little like Dick Van Dyke."
"A little familiar," the man repeated, sarcastically.  "Yeah."
He stood up and walked over to the side of the boat.  "My name is Jerry Van
Dyke.  Dick is my brother."
"Pleased to meet you.  I'm the Captain of the Minnow..."
"I know all that.  I was supposed to be Gilligan."
"What?"
"I turned down being Gilligan so that my mother could be a car," Van Dyke
grimaced.  "Now nobody knows who I am."
The Skipper shook his head, puzzled.  "We don't care who you are, we're just
happy to be rescued."  The Captain smiled.  "Let me go get the others!"
"Never mind, I didn't come for that!" Van Dyke said, and sat back behind the
wheel of his boat.  He turned the key and the engine roared to life.
"Wait!"
But it was too late, the boat was backing away.  The Skipper tried to hold
on, but he fell away, splashing on his face into the lagoon.
He stood up, dripping.  The boat turned, and roared away, then circled
back.
"The only consolation is that at least I won't be on this island forever.
Maybe I can get a job as an assistant Coach somewhere."
The boat roared off again.  The Skipper stared at the dot until it
disappeared over the horizon.
The Skipper waded back to shore, and sat under the palm tree, exhausted and
wet.  He stared at the horizon where the boat had disappeared.
He must have dozed off.  He awoke, his clothing perfectly dry.  Had it just
been a dream?
......................................................................
Mrs. Howell had found a section of the beach that none of the others ever
visited.  Glancing around, she took off her clothes, lying naked on the
sand in the sunshine.
She sighed, remembering her college days and the halfback of the football
team.  He had a penis the diameter of the wide end of a baseball bat, and
he had taken her in the woods behind the dorm ...
She frowned.  What the hell had brought that memory to mind?
Her hands reached up to her breasts; her nipples were erect.  She stroked
them a moment, then reached down to her crotch.  She fingered her clit,
surprised at its sensitivity.  Her labia were wet.
She began to rub her clit, her fingers dipping into her cunt for
lubrication.  "Mmmmmm," she moaned.
She stopped suddenly, sitting up.  What was she doing?  She looked up and
down the beach, suddenly embarrassed at herself.  She stood up and put her
clothing back on.
Fully dressed again, she sat back down on the sand and looked out to sea.
Where was that halfback now?
She shook her head.  Why these thoughts?  Why now?
Thurston had been a good husband.  He wasn't good in bed, but he did have
money.  They had a son, before Thurston had become such a drunk, and had
lost much of his interest in sex.
She shook her head sadly, staring out at the ocean, and sighed.
......................................................................
Ginger was back in her hut, deciding which of her clothing to wear.  She
stood naked in front of her closet, moving the bamboo hangers back and
forth, looking at the limited wardrobe.
She decided on a little blue number that accented her long legs.  She
slipped it on, not bothering with underwear.  Who cared?  Three unattached
men on the island, and no one bothered to look at her any more... nobody
but Gilligan, who peeped at her when she was taking a shower.
She sat down on the cot.  The dress was split up to the hip, and it fell
open, showing her bare thighs.  She looked down at them, wishing for a pair
of pantyhose; all her hose had worn out years ago.
She ran her fingers along the insides of her thighs, feeling the soft skin.
She really should exercise like Mary Ann, but it had always seemed like too
much work.
Her fingers touched her red pubic hair.  She spread her legs a little, her
fingers finding the outer lips of her pussy.  She turned on the bed, and
lay back, raising and separating her knees.  The dress fell aside.  She
reached down, stroking her clitoris.  Her outer lips opened, and some
moisture dribbled down her slit.
She plunged a finger deep into her pussy, while with the other hand, she
kept pressure on her clit.  "mmmmmmmmm," she moaned.
......................................................................
The Professor put the book on the shelf.  A strange little smile on his
face, he stepped to the door of his hut.  He looked toward the compound for
Gilligan, but nobody seemed to be around.
He headed for the jungle path toward the sweetwater pool.
......................................................................
Mary Ann stopped along the beach, puffing.  She stretched and twisted,
working out some tight muscles.
She looked up and down the beach.  Seeing no one, she stripped off her
blouse and shorts, and dashed into the surf.  She swam out a short
distance, and rolled over on her back, letting the water bob her up and
down with the gentle waves.
.......................................................................
"Gilligan, I've been looking for you," the Professor said.
Gilligan, startled, turned around to face the Professor.  "What did I do
now?"
The Professor smiled.  "Nothing, Gilligan.  I just wanted to know where you
found those yellow fruits last week."
"Oh.  Just over there," Gilligan pointed.
"Show me," the Professor smiled, "Please."
"Sure, Professor!  This way."
Gilligan led the Professor down the path, over a small rise, and up to the
tree, where the leafy vine was.
"I picked most of 'em last week, though."
The Professor looked up the tree.  "Looks like there are some up there."
"Yeah," Gilligan grinned.  "I couldn't reach them."
"Let me boost you up," the Professor said.  "Try to pick some more."
Gilligan shrugged.  "Okay."
The Professor leaned against the tree, and interlaced his fingers together.
Gilligan put his foot into the Professor's hands, and the Professor lifted
him, pushing Gilligan up the tree.
Gilligan quickly gathered the fruits he could now reach, tucking them into
his shirt.
"I got 'em all, Professor."  Gilligan called.
The Professor lowered Gilligan back to the ground.  Gilligan emptied his
shirt into a sailcloth napkin that the Professor held out for him.
"What are you going to do with them?" Gilligan asked.
"Can you keep a secret?" the Professor asked.  Then he smiled.  "Look who
I'm asking!"
"Who, me?  What kind of secret?"
"Tell me, Gilligan," the Professor said, putting an arm around Gilligan's
shoulder.  "Have you ever thought about having sex with Ginger or Mary
Ann?"
......................................................................
Mary Ann swam back to shore and lay on the sand, the sun baking down on her
bare skin.  She closed her eyes, slipping away from the beach in her mind,
back to her home in the States, down on the farm.
A sudden shadow passed over her face, and her eyes snapped open.  Looking
down at her was Ginger.
"A good thing one of the men wasn't the one to find you this way," Ginger
smiled.
"I'm not sure about that," Mary Ann sighed.  "I'd love to have a man look
at me as more than a friend."
Ginger sank down to the sand beside her.  "I know what you mean.  Back in
Hollywood, if I didn't have two or three men a week, I thought I would go
crazy.  Here, it's been four years since..."
Mary Ann rolled over on her side to face Ginger.  "Did you have some
strange dreams this week?"
"Dreams?  Like what?"
"Well," her forehead crinkled.  "I had a dream that I slept with the
Professor."
"Oh," Ginger smiled.  "That kind of dream."
Mary Ann nodded.
"Yeah," Ginger nodded in assent.  "I've had dreams like that this week,
too."
"With the Professor?"
Ginger laughed.  "Believe it or not, my dreams featured Gilligan."
Mary Ann laughed.  "So how was it?  In your dreams, I mean."
"In my dreams, he's got a cock about this long," Ginger smiled, holding her
hands apart about a foot.  "And he's gentle, and loving, and I come over
and over again."
Mary Ann grinned.  "Same with my dreams, except it's the Professor."  She
rolled over on her back again, and reached up to tweak her nipples between
her fingers.  "The dreams are nice, but..."
"But they're just dreams.  I know."
Ginger reached up and released the shoulder of her dress, and let it drop
down, revealing her pink-nippled breasts.  She stroked her nipples, letting
her fingertips caress them, bringing them to erection.
"Mary Ann," Ginger whispered, "do you trust me?"
Mary Ann opened her eyes and looked into Ginger's.  "Sure."
Ginger crawled around to Mary Ann's legs.  She gently separated them and
moved between them.  She caressed Mary Ann's thighs, sliding her fingers
down the outside, then up the inside, her thumbs just touching Mary Ann's
labia.
"Oh!" gasped Mary Ann.  "What are you doing?"
"Trust me," Ginger whispered.  She leaned forward, and kissed Mary Ann's
dark pubic hair, her tongue darting out to taste.  She moved farther down,
her tongue brushing over her clit, to the taut lips below.
"Oh gosh, Ginger..."
Mary Ann lifted her knees, and Ginger leaned in, pushing her tongue between
Mary Ann's labia, tasting her cunt juices.
"Mmmmmm," Mary Ann moaned, her eyes closed.  "That feels so good."
Ginger moved up to caress Mary Ann's clit with her tongue, as she moved her
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.
"Ginger.....  ummmmmmmmm."  Mary Ann lifted her head and looked down at the
redhead as she sucked at her crotch.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
.......................................................................
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...
She passed behind the Professor's hut.  The Professor was giving Gilligan a
lecture about something.  She stopped a moment to listen.
.......................................................................
"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."
"Fruits of this genus..."  Gilligan started.
"To yourself," the Professor said.
"Oh.  Okay."  Gilligan read the reference, his lips moving.
"What's an aphro... aphro..."
"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."
[END]
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