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ADAM FAM, PART 3
"Eddie Comes to Visit" By Uncle Mike
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...
Authors name: Uncle Mike, © 1995 Story Title : Addams Family:
"Eddie Comes to Visit" Part 1 of 5
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