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Mrs. Howell's eyebrow lifted.  "Thanks, honey," she said.
Lovey took another path, but moved around after she was out of Ginger's
sight.  She headed directly for the waterfall.
............................................................................
Mr. Howell used the vine-hose to siphon his Scotch into the empty bottles
Gilligan had brought back.  Gilligan carved a piece of wood to fit the hole
they had bored in the barrel.  When he had filled the two bottles, Howell
tamped the stopper into the barrel.
"Thanks, dear boy." Howell grinned.  "Now I'm a happy man."
He staggered back toward the compound, clutching the precious bottles to
his chest protectively.
Gilligan shrugged, and followed Howell up the path.
............................................................................
Mary Ann shivered, right on the edge of orgasm.  The Professor's cock was
deep in her pussy, her clit pressed hard against the base of his shaft.
The Professor made a small stroke, pulling back about an inch, then moving
back in deeply.
Mary Ann gasped, the warm flow of orgasm sweeping over her, convulsing her
body.
Mary Ann lifted her legs, placing them up on the Professor's shoulders.
This lifted her hips, and constricted her pussy, giving the Professor more
friction in her slippery cunt.
He began a rapid stroke, diving deeply into her cunt, pulling back until
his cockhead was nearly completely out, then back again.
He held his breath, holding himself back a little, but it was too late, he
burst inside her, emptying his balls inside her.
She let her legs down, he rolled over to her side, holding her in his arms.
She tucked her head down under his chin, clinging tightly to him, their
legs entangling.
............................................................................
Mrs. Howell approached the sweetwater pool cautiously.  The Captain was
still there, under the waterfall.
She could hear his voice, singing.  "Roll me over, in the clover..."
She ducked down behind some bushes, and watched, as the Skipper turned
around under the water.  She could see his cock, hanging down between his
legs.
"I should call him 'elephant'," she thought, and smiled.
He finished rinsing off and stepped out from under the waterfall, reaching
for his towel.  He dried off, and wrapped the towel around his hips, hiding
his manhood from her.  He turned his back on her, rinsing out his clothing.
She stood up, walked toward the pond, and cleared her throat.  The Skipper
turned, automatically checking to make sure his towel was in place.
"Excuse me, Captain," she said, "I didn't know you were up here."
"Just taking a shower and rinsing my clothes, Mrs. Howell," he said.  "I'll
be done in a minute."
He pulled his clothes out of the water and wrung them out.  He threw them
over his arm and started away from the pool.
"Oh!" Lovey said, as if she just remembered.  "Gilligan found another one
of these, and I knew how much you liked them."  She pulled the yellow fruit
out of her pocket and handed it to the Skipper.
"Gee, Mrs. Howell, thanks."  He took a bite of the fruit.
"Don't spoil your appetite for supper," she said, smiling.
The Skipper blinked, smiled, and blinked again.  "Mrs. Howell..."
"Lovey, please."
"Lovey, did you just take off your clothes?"
She looked down, no, she was still dressed.
"No, why..."
The Skipper blinked again.  "No, I guess you didn't.  Sorry."
He started to turn to head back to the compound.
"But I could," she said.
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.
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.
She put a hand on his cheek, then kissed him, her tongue pushing deep into
his mouth.
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.
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.
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.
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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?"
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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."
...........................................................................
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."
"Must be the barrel of Scotch he found," Gilligan said, and immediately
clamped his hands over his mouth.
The Skipper and Gilligan helped move Mr. Howell to his hut.  They lay him
in his cot.  He passed into a deep sleep.
"I guess we can save supper for him,"  Gilligan said.
"Now, what was that about a barrel of Scotch?"  Lovey asked.
"Let's talk about that later," Gilligan said, blushing.  "Let's go eat."
............................................................................
Supper was uneventful until Mary Ann announced that she had moved in with
the Professor.  Then Ginger announced that Gilligan was moving in with her.
The Skipper clasped Gilligan's shoulder and congratulated him.
"Then you're not upset?" Gilligan asked.
"Why would I be upset, Little Buddy?"  the Skipper grinned.
But there was something gnawing at the back of the Skipper's mind.  After
supper, he wandered alone down to the lagoon.  He sat on a log and stared
out at the ocean.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" a voice behind him said.
He turned, halfway expecting some spectre.  It was Lovey Howell.
"Yes.  Yes, it is," the Skipper smiled at her.
She stepped up and stood directly behind him.  He sat, looking out at the
moonlight reflecting off the top of the small waves.
She put her hands on his shoulders.  He jumped at her touch.  She began to
massage his shoulders and neck.  The Skipper relaxed under her massage.
"You're worried about the young folks, aren't you, Captain?" she asked.
"A little," he nodded.  "I hope they know what they're doing."
"Who ever knows what is going to happen when you start a relationship?"
Lovey said, shrugging, continuing to knead the Skipper's shoulders.
There was a moment of silence, then he asked, "So what brings you down
here?"
"The young people paired off and left, and Thurston's asleep.  I didn't
feel like staying to hear him snore."  She stepped over the log and sat
down beside him.  "Besides, I wanted to talk to you."
"To me?  What about?"  He looked into her face.  Was she blushing?
"Captain," she said, shakily, "you know those fruits Gilligan found?"
"Yeah!" he grinned.  "Do you have some more?"
"No... I must tell you the truth about them."
"What do you mean?  Truth?"
"The fruit has an... unusual... effect on people."
"Oh?"
"Yes."  She looked away, out to sea.  "It makes people dizzy."
"I don't remember that."
"It also affects memory..."
"Hmmmm.  I get the feeling there is something else."
"It excites people sexually."
"Oh."  The Skipper nodded, staring out to sea.  Then he turned.  "Is that
what's causing the others to pair off?"
"Partially," she nodded.
"And you were giving me those fruits..."  His eyes widened.  "Did you...?"
She nodded, blushing even more.
The Skipper took a deep breath.  "What about Mr. Howell?"
"He ate some tonight.  That's why he passed out."  She turned toward him
again.  "Captain, Thurston is a fine man, and we've been married a long
time.  But..."  She put her hand on his thigh.  "But a woman needs... he's
not very well endowed.
"Now that Gilligan's moved in with Ginger, you're going to be alone in your
hut at night."  She looked into his eyes.  "Would you mind if I came to
visit you some nights, after Thurston's asleep?"
The Skipper mulled it over a moment, silently, then said, "I suppose we
could work it out.  But nobody must know, because Mr. Howell must never
know."
Lovey nodded.  She leaned over and kissed his cheek.  "Thanks."
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(Everybody sing again!)
So this is the tale of our castaways, they're here for a long, long time.
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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This is the last of this tale.  Like Alan Hale and Bob Denver, I don't want
to be stuck on this island forever.
A few notes on the cameos for those born after 1969: 1969 was the year Star
Trek went off the air, thus, the crew was "looking for a place to retire"
in Part 1.  Jerry Van Dyke (part 2) was indeed the first choice to play the
role of Gilligan.  He turned down the part to play the lead in "My Mother,
The Car", an extremely short-lived series.  He now is Luthor Van Damme in
"Coach".  Bob Denver (Gilligan) played the beatnik Maynard G. Krebs in "The
Many Loves of Dobie Gillis".  Dobie would often soliloquize in front of the
statue of Rodin's "The Thinker", assuming the same pose while pondering his
fate (part 3).  Alan Hale's father (whom he resembled greatly) appeared in
"The Adventures of Robin Hood" with Errol Flynn in 1938 (also part 3).
(Now you know why he was billed as Alan Hale, Jr.)
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