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Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2005 20:05:37 +0000
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Addams Family: "Eddie Comes to Visit" Part 3 of 5 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 up- stairs 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, tos- sing 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 some- thing?"
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 nighgown. 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 nighgown, and stood a moment considering. "Naah," she
said, finally. She threw it over the head board 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 peep hole.
"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. "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. 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 peep hole 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. Morticia
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 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 con- tinued 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 breast- bone, then
each full, warm breast, his tongue rolling around each erect nipple. He slid
further up, his protruding organ demanding entrance to Morticia's flood gate.
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 huge 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 for- ward, 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."
Continued in part 4...
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