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Addams Family - Eddie Cums to Visit
(FULL)(M+,F,f,m+,Inc,Beast,Bi-m,TV-Spoof)
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(Only "credit" I'll accept is for compiling the original 5 parts to ONE
story --- ALL kudos to the Originating writer, their identity, lost
forever! - Huo)
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Wednesday Addams looked out the window, waiting for her brother to
arrive. The length of cording in her hand was starting to make her hand
cramp.
She smiled to herself. She _liked_ cramps.
A movement at the end of the walk... yes! It was Pugsley. She watched as
he bounced along the walkway between the hedge works. Almost time...
almost...
Pugsley glanced down, and saw a small "x" chalked on the walkway ahead
of him. He paused, glancing up without moving his head. Yes, there she
is ... just behind that window shade....
A mischievous grin spread over his face. He stepped over the mark.
Wednesday released her cord.
Swish!
The huge blade swung past Pugsley, just brushing the seat of his pants
as he hurried forward at a pace slightly faster than normal. He turned
and watched the razor-sharp battle-ax swing back and forth on the end of
a slender cable over the walkway until it stopped.
He glanced up at the window; Wednesday had disappeared. He felt a cool
breeze, and felt the back of his pants. The ax had neatly sliced a
three-inch piece off the seat of his pants.
"Very close, Wednesday," he muttered, a sly grin on his face. "Very close."
He went on into the house and upstairs to change his pants. He had a
guest coming to stay the night. After all, it wouldn't be proper to
greet him with holed pants.
On his way to his room, he stopped outside the door to Wednesday's room.
"Better bring in your ax, Sis," he said to the closed door.
The door opened a crack. Wednesday's somber face peeked out. "What ax?"
Pugsley giggled. "Come on. Let's reset it for Father."
The two children dashed over to the window. Pugsley reached up and
pulled down the cord, raising the ax. Wednesday pushed a wire out the
window and caught the cable, and pulled it back, resetting the catch.
Once it was set, Pugsley tied off the cable, ready for the next try.
Wednesday walked around behind her brother, and noticed the hole in his
trousers. She stopped, looked at the opening in the fabric, and the
cleft in the white flesh behind it.
Quickly, she formed a fist with her thumb sticking up. She jammed it
between the exposed cheeks.
"Whoop!" Pugsley jumped, almost falling through the window. He whipped
around, his hands reaching back to cover himself.
"That's called a goose," Wednesday said, almost smiling.
Pugsley grinned, and looked lustfully at his sister. "Can I try it?"
"Why not?" Wednesday sneered. "It's your ass." She turned and walked away.
Pugsley, covering his bare spot, headed toward his room.
The door chimes rang hollowly. The smallish boy stood on the front porch
of the great house, looking around himself. "Looks a lot like home," he
thought.
The great door swung open slowly. The tall man looked down at him. "You
rang?" he groaned.
"I'm Eddie Munster," the boy grinned up at him. "Pugsley invited me over
to spend the night."
The tall butler moaned and nodded slowly. He stepped inside and motioned
toward the staircase.
Eddie picked up his gym bag and dashed up the stairs.
Morticia Addams called from her peacock chair in the sitting room.
"Lurch, is that Pugsley's little friend?"
The butler groaned assent as he entered the room.
"Very good. I hope they have a good time." She held out her teacup.
"Please?" Lurch took the cup and saucer and headed to the table where a
teapot sat steaming. He poured a cup and took it back to Mrs. Addams.
"Gomez is due home soon," she smiled up at him. "Do check to make sure
the children have not set up anything too deadly."
The butler nodded, turned, and headed toward the hall.
At that moment, there was a metallic clash outdoors, accompanied by a
shout of triumph.
The front door swung open. Gomez stood at the door, twirling the
battle-ax like a drum-major'
"I must congratulate the children," he said, gleefully. "Very ingenious,
but a tad slow." He removed the stub of a cigar from between his teeth.
"Still, it did ruin a fine cigar."
He handed the ax to Lurch as he entered the house, and followed Morticia
back into the sitting room. He stepped over by a small end table. A box
on the table opened, and a hand appeared, holding a new cigar.
"Why, thank you, Thing," Gomez grinned, taking the cigar. The hand
disappeared, and came back with a lighted match.
Gomez leaned forward, puffing the cigar as he lit it with Thing's match.
As Gomez straightened back up, Thing pulled the lid down on the box.
"Where are the children?" Gomez asked.
"They're upstairs," Morticia said. "Pugsley has a young friend over
tonight."
"Is tonight that night?" Gomez smiled. "The Munster boy, right?"
Morticia nodded.
"Have you met him yet?" he asked.
"No, I expect Pugsley to bring him down soon for a rendezvous."
"Rendezvous!" Gomez gasped. "Tish! That's French!"
He grabbed Morticia's hand, and kissed her fingers, then the back of her
hand, moving up her arm. When he reached her shoulder, she pushed him back.
"Save some for later," she said, mischievously.
"Eddie," Pugsley grinned, "I'd like you to meet my sister, Wednesday."
"Wednesday? Why not tonight?" Eddie asked, puzzled.
"Wednesday is my name, silly," Wednesday said, almost smiling.
"Oh. Sorry."
"It's all right," she said, touching his arm. "Everybody does the same
thing. It's Pugsley's little joke."
"What do you want to play?" Pugsley said, jumping up and down. "How
about 'Electric Chair'? I LIKE that one."
Wednesday shook her head. "How about 'Dungeon'?"
"That's a good one too," Pugsley said, clapping his hands.
"Let's go downstairs, then." Wednesday took Eddie's hand. "I'm so glad
you came along to spend the night."
Eddie looked at her, a small expression of puzzlement on his face.
Wednesday's face showed no expression at all. The three youngsters
headed downstairs.
Uncle Fester closed the cover on the listening-pipe. 'Dungeon', eh?" he
muttered. "That's one of MY favorites, too!"
He slithered out of his chair, and slipped into the secret passageway
that led to the basement.
The three children bounced down the stairs. As they reached the doorway
to the sitting room, Gomez sprang through the door, brandishing his
fencing foil. The tip of the blade quivered a few inches in front of
Pugsley's nose.
"What, ho!" Gomez shouted.
"Hello Father!" Pugsley grinned.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Gomez smiled.
"Father, this is my friend Eddie. Eddie Munster." The young man extended
his hand. Gomez put the foil under his left arm and shook Eddie's hand
solemnly.
"Pleased to meet you. Do you fence?"
"Only when there's a full moon," Eddie said.
"Eh?" Gomez scratched his head.
"Yeah, I fence all over the neighborhood." Eddie smiled, charmingly.
"He means sword-fighting," Pugsley whispered.
"Oh." Eddie looked chagrined. "I don't do that. I thought he meant
marking territory."
Gomez shook his head, puzzled. "You should introduce Eddie to your
mother," he told Pugsley.
Pugsley nodded. He ushered the others into the sitting room. Lurch
stepped up behind Gomez, as the smaller man watched the children
introduce Eddie to Morticia.
"There's something about that boy," Gomez mused. "I wonder what he meant
about territory."
Lurch moaned deeply, rolling his eyes, as he turned away.
Fester reached the lower levels of the house, and opened a small trap
door that looked into the play chamber with its equipment. He made sure
that he'd hidden completely in the shadows and settled himself into a
corner.
He twisted a few times on the stool to make sure it was still silent.
"All ready," he muttered. "Let's bring on the show." He watched the
stairway expectantly.
Introductions made, the children dashed to the stairs leading to the
basement.
Gomez called after them, "Be careful, children. Don't make too big a mess."
"We won't," Wednesday called back. At the foot of the first staircase,
Wednesday turned on the lights for the second stairwell. "Watch your
step, Eddie," she whispered. "The third step is a bit longer than the
others."
Eddie nodded. "Just like home," he grinned.
The three children bounced down the stairs and entered the playroom.
Eddie looked around at the equipment and smiled.
"I've always wanted a room like this," he said.
"I'm first!" Pugsley shouted. The sound, muffled by the walls, which
were covered with ancient Persian carpeting.
Wednesday nodded. "Then I get to choose the game." She pointed at an
upright post with chains and manacles.
"The Post!" Pugsley grinned. "Good choice."
"Take off your shirt," Wednesday instructed. Pugsley eagerly complied.
Wednesday latched the manacles around Pugsley's wrists, and pulled the
chains through a loop, tugging Pugsley's arms up over his head. Pugsley
faced the post, his naked back toward the other two. Wednesday chose a
cat-of-nine-tails from a rack, and swung it experimentally.
"Ready?" she asked. Pugsley nodded.
Wednesday swung the whip. <<CRACK!>> the lashes slapped Pugsley's back
with a nice snap. Eddie could see red welts forming.
"Oh, yes," Pugsley gasped. "That's good. Again!"
Wednesday was happy to comply. <<CRACK!>>
"YES! Again!" <<CRACK!
Uncle Fester, his dark corner, leaned forward, watching intently. His
hand went to his lap, where he rubbed at a growing lump under his robe.
Wednesday handed the whip to Eddie. "Your turn," she said. Eddie swung
the whip.
"Here," Wednesday said, as she held Eddie's wrist hand. She stood behind
him, guiding his arm through a proper swing. Eddie felt her young lithe
body pressing against his, her breath on his neck, and the warmth of her
hand on his. A stirring began in his groin. It was all he could do to
concentrate on what he was doing.
"Like this," she said, firmly. The whip flew through the air, cracking
sharply against Pugsley's skin.
"Nnnngh!" gasped Pugsley. "One more!"
Wednesday stepped back away from Eddie. He glanced back at her. Was that
a flush on her face, or was she just excited from the activity?
He turned his attention back to the matter at hand. He swung the whip,
and it snapped against Pugsley's bare skin again.
"Unngh! Good one!" Pugsley squirmed against the chain. "Now it's
Wednesday's turn."
Wednesday shook her head. "I want to do the wheel." She lowered
Pugsley's arms, and unfastened the manacles. She walked over to the
large wheel.
"Eddie, help me..." Pugsley and Eddie followed her.
Wednesday stepped up onto the foot supports, set about three feet apart
at the bottom of the wheel. Pugsley wrapped a leather band around her
left ankle. Eddie, following suit, fastened down her right ankle. She
stretched out her arms, gripping pegs that were set into the wheel.
Pugsley strapped down her left wrist, and Eddie worked on her right.
"Step back," Pugsley instructed. He reached up and grasped the edge of
the wheel, and pulled down on it. The wheel began to turn, Wednesday's
body turning with it, like a large wheel.
"Faster," Wednesday instructed.
Pugsley pulled on the wheel again, and it began to spin faster. Eddie
watched, fascinated as the girl's body spun in front of him. She seemed
to be flexing herself as she spun, but didn't seem to be in pain. Then
Eddie noticed that her dress was starting to work up her legs. It was
over her knees, revealing her white thighs.
"This is the part I like," Pugsley said, pulling on the wheel again.
Wednesday's dress continued to move up her body. It was almost as if it
had a will of its own. Nevertheless, Eddie noted, Wednesday controlled
it. When she was right side up, she had her body pressed against the
wheel, holding her dress still. However, when she was up side down, she
pushed away from the wheel, allowing the dress to slide.
Her white panties were visible now. They were tight against her body,
revealing the gentle curves of her body, the split mound between her
legs. Eddie was mesmerized.
The dress moved on, up her body, settling into a mound under her arms.
Her white belly quivered with excitement. Eddie involuntarily reached
for his groin. The pressure down there was getting rather high.
Pugsley glanced at him and grinned. "Getting a boner?" he whispered.
"This gives me one every time!"
He pulled a lever behind the wheel, and it screeched to a halt.
Wednesday was up side down, her body revealed to Eddie's hungry eyes.
"Why'd you stop?" Wednesday said, crossly.
"Our guest wanted a better look," Pugsley snickered.
Eddie stepped up closer. He reached out and touched Wednesday's mound
gently.
"Never seen it before?" Pugsley snickered.
Eddie shook his head. "My cousin always keeps her door closed. I've
tried, though."
Wednesday moaned, "Hey, let me up."
"In a minute, Sis." Pugsley reached over and stroked Wednesday's thigh.
"No," Wednesday moaned. "Not like this... Let me up."
Pugsley's hand moved down her thigh to the nexus of her legs. He took
hold of Eddie's hand, and pressed his fingers against Wednesday's
panty-covered pussy.
"It's warm," Eddie mumbled. "And wet."
Pugsley laughed. "It gets better."
Uncle Fester, behind his wall, stood up and pulled up his robe, and sat
back down. He gripped his cock and began to stroke, slowly.
"Let me up," Wednesday pleaded. "I'll give you... I'll give you..."
"Give us what?" Pugsley demanded.
"You know..." Wednesday whimpered.
Pugsley nodded. "Like last time?"
"Yeah. Let me up." With that, Pugsley rotated the wheel. When she was
upright, her dress fell back down, catching at her hips, hanging just
over her crotch. Pugsley began to unfasten her feet.
"Remember your promise," he chided.
Then he unfastened her hand. Eddie mirrored his actions on her right.
Wednesday rubbed her wrists. Pugsley stepped back, and began to unfasten
his pants.
Wednesday cocked her head at him. "Shouldn't our guest go first?" she asked.
Pugsley glanced over at the blushing Eddie. "I don't think he's ready
yet," he grimaced. "Are you, Eddie?"
Eddie, unsure of quite what was going on, shook his head.
"There, you see?" Pugsley exalted. "I'm first."
"Okay," Wednesday sighed resignedly. She turned to Eddie. "Watch
carefully, Eddie." Her eyes sparkled. "'because you're next."
Pugsley's pants were down around his feet. He kicked out of them, then
pulled down his underwear. Eddie could see his weenie, small but hard,
standing straight up, tight against his body. There was a thin curl of
dark hair around its base, but barely any scrotum underneath it.
Eddie thought about his own organs; he was built bigger than Pugsley, he
smiled to himself. In addition, he had a nice pair of balls hanging
under his cock. All he lacked was the curl of hair.
Wednesday stepped up to Pugsley and sat down on the floor in front of
him. She gripped Pugsley's erection with her hand, and began to pump it
slowly.
Uncle Fester, in his dark corner, slowed his own stroking to match the
speed of hers.
Pugsley closed his eyes, and tilted his head back. "I can do it myself,"
he told Eddie. "But it feels so much better when she does it to me."
Wednesday picked up her pace a little, her hand moving back and forth on
Pugsley's penis, until Pugsley took a deep breath and held it. Wednesday
leaned forward, placing her lips just on the tip end of his cock,
stroking once more as Pugsley came. He grunted, and Wednesday caught his
sperm in her little mouth.
After he had stopped spurting, Pugsley backed away from her, breathless,
until his back was against the whip- ping post. He sank to the floor,
leaning against the post.
"Oh so good," he finally breathed.
Wednesday scrambled to her feet and stepped over to a small cauldron,
and spat into it. She turned to Eddie. "Are you ready?"
Eddie blinked, blankly. Something inside him turned, and he felt a
little itchy... an all too familiar feeling... "Oh, no!" he thought,
"Not now!"
Wednesday stepped up to him, and placed her hand on the bulge in his
pants. "I think you're ready," she almost smiled. She pulled gently on
the waistband of his pants. "Take 'em off," she whispered. "I'll make it
feel good."
Eddie hesitated. "I've got to go to the bathroom," he said.
A frown crossed Wednesday's face. "Now?"
Eddie nodded, nervously.
She pointed at the stairs. "Up the stairs, both sets and to the right."
Eddie ran toward the steps. Wednesday gazed after him, a strange look in
her eyes.
"Nnngh!" Fester grunted quietly, as a glob of greenish-white goo gushed
out of his organ, landing on the wall ahead of him. It glowed in the
darkness of his hiding place. It joined several other splashes of older
stuff on the wall.
He reached up and closed the little door silently. He turned on his
stool and leaned against the wall, catching his breath.
"Should be time enough to recover before the other one comes back," he
muttered to himself.
Gomez stood beside his wife's peacock chair. He heard footsteps running
up the stone stairs, then the bathroom door slammed shut.
"What do you think of our little guest?" he asked, quietly.
Morticia's eyebrow rose slightly. "My first impression is that he's
quite a mensch."
"Mensch!" Gomez gasped. "Tish, that's French!" He grabbed at her hand.
Morticia pulled it away from his lips. "Yiddish, dear. Or German."
"Close enough," Gomez leered.
"Are you man enough?" Morticia leered back. "Are you truly?"
Gomez roared. A friendly, lusty, happy roar. He reached down and slipped
an arm under Morticia's knees, and the other under her shoulders. She
put her arms around his neck as he lifted her.
"I'll show you who is man enough!" he shouted. He carried her out the
door and up the stairs toward the master bedroom.
Eddie looked in the bathroom mirror. His feeling was right -- he was
growing hair.
"I forgot about the full moon," he whined.
He watched himself in the mirror as his nose turned dark and lengthened.
Fine, dark hair formed on each side of the nose, and spread quickly
across his face. He looked down at his hands; they too were rapidly
covering with fur. He scrambled out of his clothing; no need to ruin
another set of clothes. He stashed the clothes behind the wastebasket
under the sink and before he completely lost the use of his fingers, he
opened the bathroom door a crack.
He put his front paws up on the sink and looked at himself again in the
mirror. He shook his head sadly.
"Why now?" he thought, "just as I was about to get..." The wolf cub in
the mirror didn't offer any answer. There was a sound in the hallway;
someone was roaring. He nudged the door open with his nose and glanced
down the hall. Mr. Addams was carrying his wife upstairs. Glancing both
ways, he slipped out the door, and headed for the front door.
He jumped up and put a paw on the doorknob. It wouldn't turn under his pads.
"Eddie?" A voice behind him and down the hall. He slid over into the
shadows and looked back.
Wednesday had come upstairs looking for him. He looked at her with a
touch of sadness, remembering what was under that long dress of hers.
Involuntarily, he whined.
"Eddie?" Wednesday looked into the open door of the bathroom, then
followed the sound of the canine whine. Eddie waited until she was very
near, then sat up, wagging his tail.
"A puppy!" Wednesday exclaimed. "Where'd you come from?" She patted his
head.
Eddie panted; he enjoyed being scratched behind the ears.
"Where'd you go?" Pugsley's head appeared at the top of the stairs.
"I can't find Eddie," Wednesday called. "He said he had to go to the
bathroom, but he's not in there."
"Maybe Lurch took him somewhere. I'll look for him. He..." His eyes
squinted in the semi-darkness. "What have you got there?"
"It's mine," Wednesday said, firmly.
"Okay," Pugsley said, emerging from the staircase. He was still
shirtless, but he had pulled his pants back on. "What is it?"
"It's a dog." Wednesday squatted down beside Eddie and put an arm around
his neck. "And he's mine."
"Looks like a wolf to me," Pugsley squinted. Eddie licked the side of
Wednesday's face.
"He likes me," Wednesday said, almost smiling. "I'm going to take him up
to my room."
"Better not let Mama catch you with him up there."
"I know how to handle her," Wednesday said. "You go find Eddie, he's
your guest. I'm going up to bed." She stood up and whistled. "Come on, boy."
"How do you know it's a boy?" Pugsley said.
"I know. Believe me, I know." Wednesday headed upstairs to her room.
Gomez kicked open the door of the bedroom and charged inside, carrying
Morticia in his arms. He set her down lightly.
Morticia took two steps toward the bed, then turned to face Gomez.
She reached behind her, unfastened a clasp, and her dress literally
slithered down her body into a heap around her feet. She stood still,
looking at Gomez still standing next to the door. Gomez stared,
transfixed at the view of Morticia's bare body, from her long black
hair, past the firm, round globes of her breasts, past her flat stomach
and wide hips to the dark patch of long straight hair that poised at the
top of her legs.
He reached for the light switch, but Morticia said, "No, leave it on.
But close the door, we have guests."
Gomez grinned, his teeth flashing. "Shall we?" he asked, pointing upward.
Morticia nodded.
Gomez closed the door, and slid home the privacy latch. He stepped over
to the corner, and pulled a cord. There was the sound of movement above,
and he looked up to watch as the curtains on the ceiling parted to
reveal a large, plate-glass mirror over the bed.
Morticia smiled invitingly, then climbed onto the large bed, as Gomez
scrambled out of his striped suit, tossing each piece of clothing into a
pile on the floor. Naked, he leaped up onto the bed, standing between
Morticia's legs, looking down at his wife and his erection, which stood
out straight from his body.
Morticia bent her knees, and tilted her hips, revealing the pink lips of
her labia. "Are you just going to stand there admiring yourself?"
Gomez shook his head. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Morticia looked puzzled a moment, then a thought occurred and her face
lit up.
"Manger moi. Respondez s'il vous plait," she smiled.
"French!" Gomez shouted, and dropped down between her legs. He plunged
his face into her inviting cunt, his tongue darting forth, stroking
Morticia's clitoris and labia.
Morticia closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure.
Wednesday led Eddie down the hallway and into her room. She closed the
door, and patted Eddie on the head.
"Stay here, boy. I've got to get ready for bed."
Eddie watched as she stepped over to her dresser and pulled out a
nightgown. She set it down on the bed, and kicked off her shoes.
With one movement, she pulled her dress off over her head, standing
before the wolf cub in just her white panties.
Eddie gave a little canine 'yip' and panted, his tail wagging furiously.
"You like this?" Wednesday said, looking at him.
Eddie gave her his best 'doggie' grin.
Wednesday turned in front of him, her hands gently stroking her body. "I
like it too," she whispered. "Sometimes I go to bed without wearing
anything at all because it feels so good."
She pushed her panties down over her hips and stepped out of them, then
picked them up and dropped them onto the floor.
Again, she turned in front of Eddie's watchful eyes. "You like this,
too, don't you?"
Wednesday patted Eddie on the head. He licked at her hand. She stepped
back to the bed, picked up the nightgown, and stood a moment considering.
"Naah," she said, finally. She threw it over the headboard of her bed.
Then crawled naked between the sheets, then patted the side of the bed.
"C'mon, boy," she said softly. "Want to sleep up here?"
Eddie leaped onto the bed and snuggled up against her side. Wednesday
stroked his head and neck. As she stroked his head with one hand, the
other slid down her own body under the sheet. Eddie turned his head to
watch as she slid a hand down to her crotch. Her fingers slipped between
her legs. Eddie looked up into her face. She had her eyes closed and she
was biting her lower lip in concentration.
He rested his head on her chest, then realized that his chin was
directly over one of her budding breasts, and the nipple was very hard.
She stopped stroking his head, and pulled her hand under the sheet to
join the other one. She raised her knees, pulling them apart under the
sheet to allow access with both hands. The sheet rode down and Eddie
raised his head, allowing her pink buds to peek out.
Eddie paused a moment, then extended his tongue, stroking one peaked nipple.
Wednesday moaned, and her eyes snapped open.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
Eddie kept licking her nipple.
Wednesday closed her eyes again. "That feels good," she moaned softly.
Her hands were busy again.
Pugsley went back down to the dungeon, looking for Eddie. He looked
behind the wheel, and under the rack and even glanced inside the iron
maiden. No Eddie.
Uncle Fester, behind his hidden wall, heard the steps in the room. "The
show's starting up again," he thought. He leaned forward and opened the
peephole.
"Aaaugh!" he screamed.
Pugsley's face filled the opening.
"Uncle Fester!" the boy cried. "What... What are you doing?"
Fester attempted to compose himself. "Why, I was looking for the fuse
box," he lied.
Pugsley frowned. "The fuse box is on the first landing. What are you..."
A light dawned on him. He turned slowly, looking at Fester's view of the
room.
"Why, Uncle Fester!" he shouted. "You've been peeking on us!"
"Shh-- Shh--" Fester shushed. "Not so loud!"
Pugsley's voice became conspiratorial. "Don't worry. Wednesday's gone to
bed. I'm looking for Eddie. He's disappeared."
Fester frowned. "Disappeared? When?"
"Just a little while ago. I think he was scared of Wednesday."
Fester nodded. "Might be, your sister DOES have that effect on some
guys. You think he might have run home? Where have you looked?"
"Just down here," Pugsley shrugged.
"Okay," Fester said. "You look on the first floor and I'll try the
upstairs. Meet me up in the attic. If you find him, just tell Thing to
pass the word. Otherwise, meet me there in an hour, and we'll check
outside." Pugsley nodded, and headed up the stairs.
Fester closed the peephole and moved through the darkness toward the
secret passageway.
Gomez slid his tongue the length of Morticia's slit, tasting the
salty-musky flavor of her flowing juices. As he reached the nub of her
clitoris, he rolled it with the tip of his tongue, eliciting a low moan
from Morticia.
She opened her eyes, and gazed into the mirror above her. She admired
the view she had of Gomez, his head buried in her crotch, his body
turned to one side so she could see the magnificent hard on which
protruded from the matted curls of his pubic hair.
She felt the familiar tingling filling her as Gomez expertly tongued her
clit. She reached down and held his head in the best position. She began
to quiver as her orgasm began. Gomez continued to caress her clit with
his tongue as her pussy began to spasm. She rocked her hips, pressing
her pubic bone into Gomez's nose, pushing her clit harder against his mouth.
After a smashing, prolonged orgasm, her contractions began to subside.
Gomez slid up her body, kissing his way up her lower abdomen to her
navel, to her breastbone, then each full, warm breast, his tongue
rolling around each erect nipple.
He slid further up, his protruding organ demanding entrance to
Morticia's floodgate.
Morticia wrapped her arms around Gomez's torso, pulling him up and
close. His cock slid easily into her pussy and she wrapped her legs
around his.
They rolled over, still in a tight, intimate embrace. Gomez looked up
into the mirror and admired Morticia's naked back, the soft globes of
white flesh that formed her ass, and his own cock buried deep between
the lips of her vagina.
Morticia released her grip around his legs enough to begin to move. She
rocked her hips slowly, pulling his cock out slightly, then back in to
its full length.
Gomez took a long, ragged breath, breathing through his teeth.
Morticia released her arms, put her hands on Gomez's shoulders and
pushed back, raising herself up to a squatting position, still firmly
impaled on his magnificent cock.
Gomez gazed again at the mirror as he reached up to caress Morticia's
breasts, taking each nipple between the fingers of his hands. Morticia
began to use her legs to piston herself, sliding slowly and sensually up
and down Gomez's shaft.
She tilted her head back and opened her eyes, meeting his in the mirror.
She smiled broadly, and licked her lips.
Morticia began to move in small circles, pistoning with each leg in
turn, until Gomez could hold back no longer. He moved his hands to her
shoulders, holding her still, but it was too late. He dropped his hands
to her hips, holding them down, as he pushed up from below, to drive his
cock as deeply into her as he could as he climaxed.
When he had emptied himself into her, Morticia lay forward, draping
herself over his body. They lay together, Gomez's cock still inside her.
Just as Morticia was ready to roll over, there was a
scratching noise behind the wall.
"Shhh--" Gomez hissed. "Listen."
The scratching became a sliding sound, and a panel opened in the wall.
"Minonislilildikoph. Shidililolp. Dididididissolippp," a small
high-pitched voice spoke.
"Cousin Itt!" Gomez gasped. "What's the matter?"
The hairy creature entered the room and spoke again. "Oh, horny again,
eh?" Gomez smiled. He turned his face to Morticia. "What do you say,
Tish? A little three-way action?"
Morticia smiled. "A ménage e'tois?"
Gomez's eyes flashed. "Tish!..."
"I know, I know," she said, grinning. "It's French."
Cousin Itt stepped up close to the bed, hands emerged from under the
hair. They spread back a patch of hair and revealed a pair of shapely
female breasts.
"Perhaps we should call you Cousin 'TITT"," cracked Gomez.
Morticia rolled off Gomez's body, as Itt climbed into the bed. Itt lay
back, knees pulled up, and spread her legs. Gomez tore his eyes from the
shapely breasts and peered into Itt's crotch.
"Somehow I just knew you were always naked under all that hair," Gomez
grinned. "But I really didn't realize that you were keeping THAT secret."
Morticia raised herself up, and she too looked between Itt's legs.
She glanced up at her husband and smiled. "Gomez, it looks like we both
can have some fun."
Eddie pushed his nose under the sheets. His heightened sense of smell in
this form revealed much; Wednesday was in a high state of arousal. She
was almost oblivious to Eddie's movements as he crawled under the
sheets, around her leg, and crouched between her feet. Even in the
subdued light, his wolf sight revealed everything to him. She had two
fingers buried deep in her little slit, the fingers on her other hand
rolling her clit between them.
Her pace was increasing; Eddie watched interestedly until he could
resist no longer. He nudged forward and slid his canine tongue over her
fingers. She released the hand caressing her clit, grasping at Eddie's
head. He began to run his tongue over her now exposed clit.
Wednesday grabbed his ear. Eddie continued to lick. Suddenly, her body
tensed. The fingers in her pussy stopped moving, and her body shook.
"Ohhh, Puppy... Unnggh!.. Puppy, yes!"
Eddie backed away a little, until she stopped quivering. Then he eased
his forepaws up over her
hips, resting his head on her belly. Her hands on his head were damp
from her own fluids, and she was breathing heavily as she stroked his fur.
She flipped back the top sheet, letting the dog have a little more air.
Eddie looked up at her small breasts, the nipples hard and stiff. He
sighed and closed his eyes, comfortable just where he was.
Fester hurried through the hidden corridors, pausing at each room to
peek through his viewing holes, looking for the Munster kid.
He paused a moment before opening the sliding panel that looked into
Wednesday's room, steadying his breath. Then he held his breath and
carefully slid the panel open.
The room was dark, even to Fester's darkness accustomed eyes. He could
see a shape in Wednesday's bed. It looked like, he blinked, and it
looked like she was enjoying herself!
Her body was covered with a sheet, but her knees were drawn up, tenting
the sheet. He could see that both her hands were somewhere down in her
crotch, and she was breathing heavily and moaning.
"She's doing better all the time," he thought, grinning. Her body
tensed, and she sighed, letting her knees down. There was a bulge over
her groin and it moved, but it was too small to be the Munster boy.
Fester watched as the bulge moved up onto her body. Wednesday flipped
the top of the sheet back, revealing her small, developing breasts and
the black shape of a wolf cub's head.
Fester stepped back, unbelieving. He looked back through the peephole,
but she had stopped moving and the dark shape under the sheets didn't
quite look like a wolf anymore.
It could be - it probably was … yeah, just a pillow that Wednesday was
using to masturbate with. He shook his head and closed the panel softly.
Remembering why he was here, he continued to search for the young
Munster boy.
Gomez looked again between the spread legs of Cousin Itt. While the body
itself was covered with long hair, the area around the genitalia was
bare. Almost the exact reverse of hair growth on his own body. But that
wasn't the most unusual sight. In addition to a perfectly formed pair of
breasts, and a nice and tight-looking vagina, Itt was also in possession
of a penis the size of Gomez's -- and just as erect. Itt only lacked a
scrotum and balls.
Morticia leaned over and took the tip of Itt's cock into her mouth,
rolling her tongue around its knobbed end.
Gomez slipped his hand down between Itt's legs, and caressed the bulging
labia, which opened under his fingertips. He slid his middle finger down
the slit, then plunged it into the opening, releasing a flow of
lubricating juices over his hand. Morticia raised her head, but
continued to stroke Itt's cock with her hand.
"Gomez", she murmured, "If Itt gets on top of me, then you could..."
Gomez and Itt both nodded.
Morticia rolled over onto her back, and Itt rolled over onto her.
Morticia reached down between her legs and guided Itt's penis until it
slid into her wet vagina. Gomez moved around behind Itt, between
Morticia's legs. He slid forward, and slipped his cock into Itt's
accommodating vagina.
Itt responded with enthusiastic jabber, and began to move forward and
back. As Itt moved forward, Morticia was filled, and as Itt moved back,
Itt was filled.
Unseen to the participants in the bed, across the room from the panel
where Itt entered the bedroom, a small panel slid open. Behind the wall,
a pair of eyes peered into the room.
Morticia felt the tingling begin again. She rocked her hips with the
rhythm that Itt and Gomez had set up, so that Itt's pubic area pressed
against hers on each stroke.
Behind the wall, Fester reached down and stroked his erection through
his robe.
"Uncle Fester!"
The boy's whisper was harsh in the silence of the secret corridor.
Fester turned toward Pugsley and put his finger to his lips. Fester
reached down and opened another panel, just a little lower down on the
wall. He motioned for Pugsley to look through the hole. Pugsley got down
on all fours, and crawled over to the peephole.
"Oh, wow," he breathed. "Mother and Father and Cousin Itt are going at it!"
"Shhh," hissed Fester.
"They won't hear us," Pugsley whispered. "Listen to all the grunting and
groaning!"
Fester turned his attention to the action in the bedroom, but he became
intensely aware that Pugsley's ass was in close contact with his thighs.
Pugsley seemed to be pressing back against him and the bulge in his robe.
Eddie lifted his head sleepily. Wednesday's body was unmoving under him,
except for her soft breathing. He gazed at her little breasts, the
nipples now softened but still standing up on their own. He felt -- full
-- in his lower body.
He thought, "I got to pee," and moved slightly, but realized what the
pressure was.
His penis was stiff and extended from its hairy sheath. It pressed
against Wednesday's lower body as if it was searching for her opening on
its own. Eddie looked up at Wednesday's face. She was sleeping
peacefully, unaware of his condition. He stirred, moving slowly, and
slid upward a bit. The tip of his erection slipped between her distended
labia.
Wednesday's head turned. Eddie froze. Her even breathing resumed. Eddie
moved forward again,
and his cock slid further into her. Eddie could scarcely believe how
good it felt, even with just the tip of his cock inside her. He paused,
smiling a canine smile. With one more movement, he pushed his hips
forward, sliding his penis deep inside her.
Wednesday's eyes flashed open. "OH!"
She looked down into Eddie's wolf-cub face. "What are you doing puppy?"
Eddie licked his chops, then began to thrust his hips, pushing deep
inside her, then pulling back out partially then back in.
"Oh no! … Oh gosh!" Wednesday gasped. "Oh, yes... yes!"
Eddie's movements became quicker, and Wednesday wrapped her little legs
around his rear end, trying to slow him a little bit.
"It feels so good," she breathed. "It's so naughty fucking a dog, but it
feels so nice!" Her body stiffened a bit. "Oooooh, I think I'm gonna
cum!" She shook. Her cunt squeezed at Eddie's slim canine cock, but he
continued to thrust.
He felt his balls tighten, and a strange sensation built up just behind
his heart. His skin tingled, and a little itch began between his
shoulder blades. He glanced over at the window.
"Oh, NO!" he thought, "Not now... NOT NOW!"
The full moon was just disappearing behind the horizon. Eddie scrambled
off Wednesday, leaped out of the bed and dashed into the closet.
Wednesday quivered on the bed a moment longer, then sat up dazedly.
"Where'd you go, boy? What's wrong?"
Fester reached down and touched Pugsley's back. While the boy was in
this position, crouching down to look through the lower set of
peepholes, his ass was in such a tempting location.
Pugsley barely moved, but his hands reached back, grasped his waistband,
and pulled his pants down over his hips.
Fester pulled up his robe, releasing his knobbed penis. He slid the head
of his cock down between Pugsley's ass cheeks until it rested just at
the pucker of the boy's asshole.
Pugsley turned his head away from the peephole and whispered, "Do it.
Uncle Fester." Fester pushed forward. He felt Pugsley's anus open as his
knobbed cock slid slowly into it. Pugsley breathed slowly, inhaling
between clenched teeth.
"It hurts," he whispered. "It hurts so good!"
Fester's pelvis reached the bare skin of Pugsley's asscheeks, his cock
firmly placed deep inside Pugsley's coal chute. Fester leaned forward
and looked again into Gomez and Morticia's room, his cock throbbing
inside its warm sheath.
Back in the bedroom, Itt was gasping, Morticia was climaxing, and Gomez
was breathlessly catching up. Morticia's body shook, her pussy clamping
down on Itt's cock, holding Itt in place. Gomez continued to pump from
behind until Itt gave out a high-pitched whine and pulled away.
Itt scrambled out from between Gomez and Morticia, in a frantic,
ecstatic frenzy, and disappeared into the sliding panel, which closed
behind it.
He groaned in disappointment since he hadn't cum, but Morticia grabbed
his cock and pulled it forward into her. Gomez thrust rapidly a couple
of times and grunted, filling Morticia's cunt once more with his spunk.
He fell forward, covering Morticia, kissing her cheek.
Breathlessly, Morticia said, "Turn out the lights, darling."
Gomez dragged himself out of the bed and over to the light switch. He
watched as Morticia pulled aside the bedcovers and slid under them. She
held up one edge, letting Gomez get one more peek at her naked form.
Gomez turned out the lights, and leaped toward the bed.
Eddie curled up in the corner of Wednesday's closet. His body twitched,
expanded and itched.
Wednesday stood naked at the door of the closet and peered into the
darkness. "Where are you, Doggie?"
She heard a faint whimper in the back of the closet. She pushed some
clothes aside, and saw the naked form of Eddie Munster crouched in the
corner.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked. "And where's my dog?"
Eddie remained crouched but raised his head. "I think I've got some
explaining to do."
As the lights went out in Morticia's room, Fester and Pugsley slid their
peep holes shut.
Pugsley looked up at Fester. "Well," he whispered, "are you going to
fuck me, or just leave that thing up my ass?"
"Sorry," Fester whispered back. "I got distracted." He pulled back a
little, then rammed his cock back into the boy's anus.
Pugsley grunted. "Good... Yeah..."
Fester continued the thrusts, never pulling completely out but leaving
the knobbed head inside, then thrusting its full length inside. Pugsley
grunted with each thrust, until Fester held his breath and thrust once more.
Pugsley felt his uncle's cock throb inside him as Fester came. He waited
as Fester got his full release and slid back, collapsing to the floor
with a sloppy sound as his slick cock popped out of Pugsley's behind.
Pugsley stood up, stretching his legs. He turned to face Fester, who was
leaning up against the back wall of the secret corridor. Pugsley's cock
was at full erection, and pointed directly at the bald man's nose.
"Now it's your turn, Uncle," Pugsley grinned.
"A werewolf?" Wednesday's voice was full of disbelief and wonder. She
stared at the naked boy in her closet. A small smile, perhaps even her
first, crept over her face.
"It was kinky enough thinking I was fucking a dog," she grinned. "But I
fucked a werewolf! Cool!"
Eddie scrambled to his feet. "Then it's okay?"
"More than that," Wednesday said, stepping closer. "It was great." She
kissed his lips, while one hand reached down to caress his cock.
"But you didn't..." she wrapped her fingers around his stiffening organ.
"You didn't finish, did you?"
Eddie shook his head.
"C'mon," she whispered huskily in his ear, kissing its pointed tip. She
took his hand and led him back to the bed.
Pugsley shook his cock in front of Fester's nose.
"You know what I want," the boy said, firmly.
"Are you sure?" Fester asked, looking up at Pugsley's face. Pugsley
nodded. Fester leaned forward a bit, and put his lips around the boy's
cockhead.
Pugsley's body quivered. His teeth chattered. A faint blue glow formed
around him, as his balls erupted, splashing Fester's robe as Pugsley
fell backwards against the other wall of the narrow hallway. Pugsley lay
on the floor as Fester stood up. His eyes fluttered as his eyes appeared
to spin like a crazed slot machine.
"You said you wanted the old light bulb trick," Fester said softly.
Wednesday slipped back into the bed, and pulled Eddie up on top of her.
She kissed his lips lightly as she positioned herself under him, her
knees raised slightly, her legs spread wide.
Eddie's hips were below hers, his raging hard-on poised at her wet and
ready opening.
"Do it," Wednesday whispered, pulling him up. "Put it in me. I want you
to feel as good as you made me feel." Eddie slid up, and his penis slid
easily into her, all the way in, until their bodies were wedged tightly
together.
Wednesday closed her eyes. "Good," she breathed softly in Eddie's ear.
"You feel good. Better than before. Bigger." Eddie began to stroke,
slowly at first, then building in speed as he learned her rhythm.
Wednesday met each stroke with one of her own, her pussy clasping at his
cock as it moved, until Eddie began to breathe heavily.
Eddie felt like he was a balloon, inflated to the point of bursting. He
pushed in as deeply as he could - and the balloon burst. He felt like
his whole insides had melted and were forcing their way out his cock.
Spurt after spurt exploded from his penis. Eddie held his breath as he
came, and when his cock finally stopped spurting, he collapsed on top of
Wednesday. Wednesday felt all warm inside as she felt his cock soften
inside her. Eddie finally started breathing again, and she rolled them
over onto their sides and his cock slipped out of her.
A little later, Eddie and Wednesday lay together on the bed,
perspiration evaporating from their naked bodies. Wednesday pulled a
comforter up over them, and they cuddled under it.
"You don't think you'll get pregnant, do you?" Eddie whispered.
"Maybe I'll have puppies!" Wednesday giggled, then seeing the expression
on Eddie's face, she quickly shook her head. "No, Grand Mama took care
of that when she found out about the games Pugsley and I were playing.
The spell she cast doesn't end until I get married, so I can have PLENTY
of fun while I'm young."
Eddie breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you doing what we just did with
Pugsley?
"Nah. And I won't. Not since I've been with you." She traced the point
on his ear with her fingertip. "You're so much more interesting.
Besides, I think he likes boys."
"Boys? What do you mean?"
Wednesday chuckled, and settled her head on Eddie's shoulder.
"I'll tell you later. Where are your clothes?" she whispered.
"In the bathroom downstairs," Eddie replied.
"I'll go down before breakfast and get them. Let's get a little rest
right now."
"Eddie!" … Pugsley looked at his guest, puzzled. "I thought you went
home. We couldn't find you anywhere." He dug into a bowl of cornflakes,
and stuffed his mouth with a big spoonful. He crunched noisily.
Eddie shrugged. "You've got a big house…. I got lost."
Wednesday walked into the room, brushing her long hair. "I found him
wandering in the hallway last night. I tried to find you, Pugsley, but I
couldn't."
"Where'd you sleep?" Pugsley asked.
"He slept in the chair in my room," Wednesday said, crossly. "What were
you doing all night, anyway? You weren't in your room."
"Never mind!!"
Wednesday stepped over to a cabinet and took down a box of her brand of
cereal. When she walked toward the refrigerator for milk, Pugsley leaned
forward and whispered.
"Did ya see her naked? She never takes off her panties for me."
Eddie smiled, shyly. "I'm not telling."
"You did!" Pugsley grinned. "I know you did." Eddie blushed as Wednesday
returned to the table. She set a bowl full of her cereal in front of
Eddie, and poured another bowl for herself.
"Greetings, children," Gomez chuckled happily as he entered the room.
"Well, Young Munster, did you have a good time?"
"Yes Sir," Eddie smiled up.
"Very good. You are always welcome here," Gomez grinned, showing his
teeth. "Well, I'm off for my morning constitutional." He pulled out a
long, thin cigar. A box on the counter nearby opened, and Thing offered
a lighted match.
"Thank you, Thing," Gomez said, lighting his cigar. He marched out of
the room.
"He's in a good mood," Wednesday observed.
Pugsley nodded. "And I know why. He had a good time last night, too."
Wednesday, sitting next to Eddie at the table, slipped a hand over onto
Eddie's thigh and squeezed. He looked over at her, and they exchanged a
secret exchange. Pugsley merrily crunched his cornflakes, oblivious to
the blossoming of love across the table.
The End...