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PROLOGUE:

The morning sun glistened wetly off the naked branches of the trees
outside the house at 1313 Mockingbird Lane.

Lily Munster was in the kitchen, preparing the cauldron to make
breakfast.  She jumped when she heard the sound of the huge knockers
on the front door.

"Who could that be at this hour?" she muttered.  She wiped her hands
and headed to the front door.


The huge door swung open, revealing a young woman.  The young woman's
dark hair hung long around her face.  "Hello, Lily," she said, gently.

"Oh, my," Lily gasped.  "You told me you wouldn't..."

"Now, now," she murmured.  "I'm only here to talk."

Lily said in a loud whisper, "You're not to come here until..."

"Until I learned about my powers," finished the voice behind Lily.

Lily spun around to see Marilyn descending the staircase.

"It's all right, Aunt Lily," Marilyn said, putting a hand on her
shoulder.  "I know all about it."  She turned to the woman at the
door.  "Hello, Serena.  Or should I call you 'Mother'?"

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Introduction and commercial break:

This posting is segment one of two, the two segments forming part
three of a three-part crossover story, the first two parts being "The
Munsters" and "The Addams Family", respectively.  (If you can follow
the grammar in THAT sentence, Celeste!)

It would probably do you well to read the first two parts first.

Please don't email me for the other parts; they should be reposted at
the same time this segment is posted.  The finale is not yet completed
-- it will be posted (and the other parts reposted again) when it is
finished.

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The early sixties saw a lot of "fantasy" sitcoms, like "I Dream of
Jeannie", "Bewitched" and "My Favorite Martian".  Two popular series
that featured a "horror" theme were "The Addams Family" on ABC, and
"The Munsters" on CBS.

"Bewitched" also ran on ABC, and told the story of Samantha, a lovely
witch who married Darrin Stephens without telling him of her special
powers.  Those powers -- and Darrin's strange in-laws -- became
evident shortly after their wedding.

Samantha was played by the late, lamented Elizabeth Montgomery.  In
the early episodes, Darrin was played by Dick York and in later
episodes by Dick Sargent.  Endora (Samantha's Mother) was played by
Agnes Moorehead, and Larry Tate (Darrin's boss) was David White.

Darrin's role was not the only one to undergo a cast change.  The
roles of Louise Tate and Gladys Kravitz (the neighbor) were also
filled by a second cast of actors with no explanation to the audience.

There was also a full cast of occasional characters, played by Maurice
Evans, Marion Lorne, Paul Lynde, Alice Ghostly and Bernard Fox, all
gifted character actors.

Elizabeth Montgomery also played the recurring character of her
look-alike cousin, Serena.  Usually, she was billed in this role as
"Pandora Spocks".

The stories usually revolved around Samantha resolving not to use her
witchcraft, then Darrin ending up in a jam (because of some stupid
action on his part or a practical joke on the part of one of
Samantha's relatives), and Samantha coming to the rescue.

The couple was blessed in 1966 by the birth of Tabitha, and later by a
son, Adam.  Tabitha herself became the focus of a later series.

This is another show which has never been off the air since it began.
It has been seen in daytime reruns on ABC, then in syndication, and
now on Nickelodeon.

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This story breaks with my own tradition, in that it does not attempt
to be an episode of the actual show.  In writing it, I found that the
character "Serena" wanted to do a lot of expository stuff, and I found
room to work in several other television series as well.  But I
started out as "Bewitched", and will continue with that title.

It should also be noted that this story "got away from me" in that it
seemed to take on a life of its own.  Three specific "gags" that I had
in mind when I began the story have not even appeared yet!  In fact,
it got so far out of control that Samantha and Darrin appear only in a
cameo in this segment.  This should be corrected by the time the
second segment is completed.

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The woman smiled.  "Serena is fine, dear.  Whatever you feel
comfortable with."

"So where do we start?" Marilyn asked.

Serena turned to Lily.  "I'll bring her back soon, Lily."  She turned
back to Marilyn, and waved her hand.  "We'll start..."  There was a
flash of light, and Serena and Marilyn were -- elsewhere.  "...here,"
she said.

Marilyn looked around.  All about her was darkness and fog.  The two
women stood on a firm, but not hard, surface, and the only light to be
seen was glowing around them, with no apparent light source.

"Where are we?" Marilyn asked.

"The Continuum."  Serena spoke matter-of-factly.  "This is where we
really consider 'home', and it is from here that our powers
originate."

"Woah," Marilyn sighed.  "Continuum, home...  You're way over my head
already.  I thought it was just magic."

Serena smiled.  "Someone once said that magic was just science beyond
the current understanding.  It's not just magic, it's science.  Think
of it this way: Matter is energy, and thoughts are energy, and energy
is matter.  It's all the same."

"Sounds like Einstein."

"It should.  Einstein was one of us."

"So how do I use the power?  I discovered by accident that if I rubbed
my nose while I made a wish, it happened."

Serena laughed.  "Sounds like my cousin Samantha.  Except she doesn't
rub her nose, she just twitches it."

"Actually," she continued, "you can use any method you please.  Endora
snaps her fingers.  Esmerelda incants.  Me, I wave my hand.  It's just
a matter of focusing your thoughts."

"I see."

"My advice would be to pick something simple.  Something you can use
without drawing much attention."

Marilyn nodded.  "Are there any restrictions?  Can I do anything I
want?"

"Almost."  Serena looked grave.  "There are some restrictions.  You
cannot actually harm anyone -- you can inconvenience them, but not
hurt them.  You also cannot counteract someone else's 'spell'."
Serena smiled again.  "That's about it, though."

"Now, about why you didn't raise me as your own..."

A frown crossed Serena's face.  "That's a long story.  But the brief
version is that when you were born, it was very ... inconvenient ...
to have the responsibility of a daughter.  So Endora 'cast a spell'
that you would not be able to use your powers until after you lost
your virginity.  She thought that would give her enough time to come
up with something else."

She waved her hand.  Two chairs materialized.  Serena swept around and
sat down in one of them, and motioned to the other.  Marilyn took a
seat.

"Lily and Herman Munster have been friends of the family for a couple
of centuries.  They volunteered to be your 'uncle and aunt'; and it
worked out.  You were raised in a loving family, and I was left free
to pursue a separate existence."

Marilyn started to speak, but Serena raised her hand.  "I know, I
know.  It was selfish of me.  I'll admit it.  But I really think it
worked out for the best."

Marilyn sat still in her chair as Serena paused.  Then Serena leaned
forward in her chair.  "Now tell me about losing your virginity.  I'm
really interested."

"Not much to tell," Marilyn sighed.  "He was a jerk.  He used my body
to masturbate, then rolled over and went to sleep.  So I wished it
hadn't happened..."

"Oh!" Serena clasped a hand to her mouth.  "Then... you've regained
your virginity and retained your powers!  How clever!"

"Next time," Marilyn smiled, "it'll be different."

"I should hope so."  Serena smiled a secret smile.  "You want some
instruction?"

"About sex?"  Marilyn blushed a little.  "I'll admit I've been
curious.  I've heard Uncle Herman and Aunt Lily in their bedroom late
at night, but there's some heavy machinery involved, and the lights
all get dim."

"They're the exception, not the rule," Serena smiled.  "I've got an
idea.  Let's take a little trip and do some sightseeing."

She stood up and took Marilyn's hand.  Serena waved, and the scene
changed.

...........................................................

The room was dark.  The only light came from the outside window, and
the curtains were drawn, not letting much in.  It took Marilyn's eyes
a minute to adjust.

She and Serena were sitting on thin air, near the ceiling of the room.

"Don't worry," Serena said.  "They can't hear or see us."

"They who?" Marilyn said, blindly.  Then she noticed below her was a
bed, and two people were in it.

"Oh," she said.  "Oh, my."  She stared at the couple below.  "What're
they...?"

"Shh," said Serena.  "Just watch."


He snuggled up behind her, spoon-fashion, his erection throbbing,
pressing into the contours of her bottom.  He reached around her, his
hand covering her breast.

He heard her sigh softly in her sleep, nestling against his body.
Under his palm, he felt her nipple begin to stiffen.

She moaned softly as he kissed the back of her neck.  He moved his
hand in a small circle, massaging her breast gently.

She turned, rolling over to face him, her arms wrapping around his
body.  Their lips met, their mouths opened, and their tongues played.


Marilyn, hovering above with Serena, blushed.


After a long moment of kissing, she sat up.  He followed suit,
stroking her arm as she pulled the thin nightie off over her head.

She lay back on the bed.  He remained sitting, his fingertips
caressing her breasts, pinching her now-erect nipples lightly.

He leaned forward, and kissed her bare belly.  Then he moved down her
body, pushing the top sheet under which they lay down.


As he moved slowly down her body, Marilyn could see that he was
completely naked already.  The pale skin of his bare ass flashed in
the dim light.


His lips had found her trimmed pubic hair.  She spread her legs,
pulling up her knees slightly.  His tongue traced her opening labia,
locating the small button of her clit as he inhaled the fragrance of
her inner parts.

He ran his tongue the length of her slit, from clit to asshole, and
back again.  She reached over and wrapped her fingers around his
erection, tugging on it lightly, until he moved his lower body around.

She pushed on his nearest leg, and he lifted it up and over her head
to the other side, straddling her face.

She pushed his cock backwards until she could reach it with her mouth
and tongue.  She rolled her tongue briefly around his cockhead, then
took it into her mouth.

He worked his tongue around her clit, coaxing it into erection.  As it
warmed and lengthened under his ministrations, he moved a hand around
and worked a finger into her tight, moist hole.

She moaned, and worked her tongue back and forth over the head of his
cock; a sandpapering motion she knew drove him wild.

He rolled his tongue over her clit, as his fingers pressed upward
inside her.  She shivered, a wave of pleasure rolling through her
body.

She pulled her head back, gasping.  "Now, darling," she whispered.

He moved quickly around, pausing briefly between her legs as he rubbed
his cockhead over the entrance to her honeyhole.  Then he moved over
her, kissing her breasts, and slid his cock home.

She took in a deep breath through her teeth, then wrapped her legs
around his knees.  He began to make deep strokes, pushing his penis
deep inside her, then pulling back until only the very tip of his
sizable penis was at the entrance to her pussy.  Then back in again.
Each stroke deliberately slow and sensual.

She began to breathe heavily, and met each of his strokes with a tilt
of her pelvis, squeezing him inside her, rubbing her clit against his
shaft as she breathed into his ear.


Marilyn, looking down at them, felt herself getting wet, a warming
sensation in her groin.  Serena glanced over at her, and Marilyn met
her eyes for a second, then both gazes went back to the couple on the
bed below.


She whimpered; she was so close, so close to the edge.  She felt his
body begin to tense, and from long experience, knew he was about to
climax.

Then -- bang -- release.  Her vagina contracted, her abdomen vibrated.
He pushed deep inside her and held still as her body shivered, then
his ass began to jerk as he climaxed inside her.


Marilyn watched as the man held his woman close, their bodies
quivering.  Then the man rolled to the left, the woman to the right.
They slid back together into a spooned position, the man behind the
woman, his arm around her waist.  He kissed the back of her neck.

The woman looked up toward the ceiling -- right at the area where
Serena and Marilyn were hovering.

"Are you sure she can't see us?" Marilyn whispered.

Serena looked over at Marilyn, then waved her hand.

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They were back in the dark nothingness of the Continuum.

Marilyn sat limply in her chair.  Serena smiled at her.  "So what do
you think?"

"Was that ... normal?  Is that what I get to look forward to?"

Serena smiled again.  "Maybe.  Everything depends on the chemestry
between the man and the woman.  Not everyone does the same thing all
the time."

"Who were those people?"

"Not that it was important, but it was my cousin Samantha and her
husband Darrin.  He's a mortal, but he's pretty good in bed.  Probably
what keeps Samantha interested in him."

"You look in on them often?"

Serena grinned.  "From time to time.  They have something I've never
had -- not even with your father."

"Who was my father?"

Serena's smile vanished.  "I don't want to discuss that right now.
Are you ready for another peep?"

"Oh, I don't know, I..."

"C'mon," Serena smiled.  She waved her hand.

.............................................................

Again, Marilyn found herself floating near the ceiling of a darkened
room.  She strained her eyes to see, until Serena waved her hand and a
dim blue glow illuminated the room.

Below her on the bed were two bodies.  The covers thrown off the foot
of the bed, and Marilyn could see now that they were both women.

They were mirror images of each other, but one-half of the mirror was
flopped 180 degrees -- each lay on one side facing the other, each had
one leg raised, each lay over the lower leg of the other, the fingers
of one hand probing the other's pussy, their lips and tongues busy
with the other's clits.

Marilyn blinked.  The two girls looked very much alike; only their
hair-styles were different.

As she watched, the two girls began to move, together, in perfect
synchrony, they rolled over.  One took a sixty-nine position over the
other, continuing their finger-probing and tonguing.

Serena slipped her hand over onto Marilyn's knee.  Marilyn glanced at
it, then stared back at the young women on the bed below.  It was not
until Serena squeezed a bit that Marilyn looked up at her face.  There
was a little smile on Serena's face.

"You like this?" Serena asked.

Marilyn nodded, voicelessly.  She looked back as the girl on top began
to shudder, her head tilted back, gasping.  Her body quaked as Marilyn
watched, then she leaned forward again, her mouth buried between her
twin's thighs until the other girl began to gasp, too.

Marilyn felt her own abdomen churn, an ache -- an itch -- beginning
between her legs.  Serena's hand on her leg squeezed slightly.
Beginning to get flustered, Marilyn glanced over at Serena.

"Let's go," Serena whispered, and snapped her fingers.


Back in the comfy chairs in the Continuum, Marilyn sat limply, lying
back in the chair.  Serena sat forward, perched on the very edge of
the chair.

"Who were they?  Were they really twins?"

Serena smiled.  "Is that important?  Well, the truth is that they are
cousins.  Identical cousins all the way."

"Are they... like us?"

Serena shook her head.  "No, they're mortals."

Marilyn raised her head.  "You keep referring to mortals...  Does that
mean we're immortal?"

Serena sat back in the chair.  "We call ourselves 'witches'.  Most
inhabitants of this planet are what we call mortals.  You should know
-- perhaps better than most -- that there is a minority of inhabitants
of planet Earth that are ... different."

Marilyn nodded.  "Grampa, for instance.  And Uncle Herman."

Serena smiled.  "Your 'Grampa' is a vampire.  The Count is not one of
'us'; but he does tap into the power of the Continuum occasionally.
Even mortals can use the power of the Continuum.  Your 'Uncle' Herman
was a construct -- an artifact.  Built of parts of other humans."

"You mentioned others?"

"The water-breathing humans who live in the oceans -- what some would
call Atlantis -- for instance.  You know about vampires and werewolves
and other 'creatures of the night'.  There are everal genies and imps,
and individuals who arrived here from a future era.  There are a few
extra-terrestrials; Martians, Orkans, ... and of course, the
Immortals."

A question passed over Marilyn's face, and Serena continued.

"They go about with swords decapitating each other.  Eventually, there
can be only one in existence.  The rest of us take bets on who's going
to be the last one.  My bet's on a fellow named McLeod."

"Duncan McLeod?" Marilyn asked.

Serena nodded.

"I've met him.  He visited our house to talk to Grampa.  What a hunk."

Serena smiled.  "You noticed."

"Well, I may have be a virgin, but I don't intend to be a nun."

"From the way you acted when we got back from the Lanes', I don't
think you want to wait much longer to lose that virginity."

Marilyn blushed.  "I feel so... so..."

"The word is 'horny', dear,"  Serena smiled.

"But I want it to be romantic.  And exciting."

"The first time rarely is both," Serena frowned.  "I mean, it's
possible, but with our powers, we can create ... "

Rather than explain, she demonstrated.  Serena waved her hand, and a
man materialized.  He was muscular, but evidently not a weight-lifting
body builder.  Marilyn gasped as she realized the man was completely
naked.

His shoulders were broad, and his chest was covered with dark, curly
hair.  Marilyn's eyes followed the path of hair to a darker patch
below, where a heavy-looking penis hung limply.

"Who is he?" Marilyn breathed.

"You keep asking who they are.  It's not important, but his name's
Troy.  Adam Troy.  He's the skipper of a small boat in the South
Pacific, the Tiki.  He's just a guy who is sleeping back there, and is
having a very pleasant dream."  She waved her hand, and the man's
penis began to swell, pumping full of blood to a throbbing, massive
erection.

"A VERY pleasant dream," Serena grinned.

Serena waved again, and a bed materialized behind the man.  He turned
and walked slowly to it, threw back the covers, and climbed in.  He
lay on his back, his hands behind his head.  His penis stood up,
leaning slightly toward his head.

Marilyn stared, remaining in her chair.  Serena leaned forward, and
whispered.  "You want him?"

Marilyn sighed.  "I'm not quite ready."

"Then do you mind if I...?"

Marilyn gaped at her.  "You?  Here?  With me watching?"

Serena stood up.  She waved her hand, and her clothing vanished.  She
stood before Marilyn naked.  Her breasts were large, with dark
aureole, and hung down only slightly.  Her stomach was flat, with a
small bulge over the dark patch of fur that hid her pubic mound.

"Why not?" she smiled.  "You've watched people you don't know..."  She
strode over to the bed.  As she reached the side of the bed, she waved
her hand again, and Marilyn's chair slid effortlessly closer toward
the bed.

Serena climbed onto the bed, and straddled the man's head.  She
lowered herself over the man's face, upright, supported by her legs.

As her pussy got close to the man's mouth, Marilyn watched him open
his lips and extend his tongue so that it just touched the front
gather of Serena's slit.

She lowered himself further, allowing the man to tongue her clit.  "It
feels so good," Serena sighed, closing her eyes.  Her hands slid over
her body until she reached her breasts.  She lifted them, her fingers
pinching her nipples into erection.

Marilyn crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together.  A burning
sensation was crawling through her genitals.

Serena worked her hips forward and back as the man's tongue moved up
and down her slit from clit to pussy and back.  Marilyn could see her
breathing begin to speed up.  Serena paused as the man's mouth was
again over her clit, and she pressed herself down.  The man responded
by sealing his lips around her clit, beginning to suck gently on it as
his tongue continued to work.

Serena took a long, deep breath, and held it.  Her body began to
quiver a little, then shook violently.

She let out the breath, then with a smile toward Marilyn, moved off
the man's face and worked herself around to straddle the man's hips.
She put her hands on the man's shoulders, leaned forward, and allowed
the head of the man's cock to bounce against the entrance to her
pussy.

Slowly, deliberately, she slid down the man's shaft, until it was
fully inside her.

Marilyn shifted nervously, uncrossing, then crossing her legs the
other way.  The 'itch' was becoming almost unbearable.  Marilyn put
one hand in her lap, and pressed her fingers against her body, trying
to rub at the itch.  But her clothing prevented her from reaching it.

She stood up briefly, and pulled her skirt up over her hips.  She sat
back down, and pushed one hand into her panties.  Her fingers slid
down to her pubic mound, and she rubbed at the itch, which seemed to
center around her clitoris.  As her fingers moved over and around her
love-bud, she felt her body begin to tense, her abdomen begin to
tighten.

There was movement on the bed.  Serena had rolled over, the man now
sliding over and between Serena's legs.  She raised her legs, pulling
each one up to the man's shoulder level.  He hooked an arm around each
leg, pulling her up so that her pussy was on a level with his cock.

He slid into her again, making a slapping noise as his thighs hit the
soft skin of her ass.

Marilyn's fingers slid downward, the long middle one finding the slick
entry point to her pussy.  She slipped it inside, pressing the palm of
her hand against her throbbing clit.  She watched as the man thrust
mightily into Serena, and matched his thrusts with small movements of
her hand.

Serena was whimpering softly.  Marilyn could sense that Serena was on
the edge of orgasm again -- as she was herself.

Serena gasped, and held her breath.  Marilyn's body tensed, her pussy
clamping down on her finger.  The man grunted, and drove his cock
deeply into Serena's cunt, his ass muscles tightening.

"Oh, yessss," Serena finally exhaled, her body sliding down as the man
released his grip on her legs.

He rolled over, off of her.  Serena kissed his forehead lightly, then
waved her hand.  The man vanished.

Serena sprawled in the bed.  Marilyn could see between her spread
legs, the man's semen drooling out of her sopping pussy.

"Was it good for you?" Serena smiled at her.

Marilyn nodded.

"There are, you know, better ways of getting off," Serena said, a
strange smile on her face.  She waved her hand, and the man's semen
vanished.  Serena's hair reformed itself in order.  She sat up and
swung her legs over the side of the bed, sitting naked on the edge.

She leaned forward.  "Do you know what I mean?"

Marilyn shook her head.

Serena leaned forward and kissed Marilyn's forehead.  She slid down
off the bed, and knelt in front of Marilyn's chair, pressing her naked
body between Marilyn's knees.

Her hands slid down Marilyn's body, pausing to squeeze her breasts
through her clothing.

"Serena, I..." Marilyn muttered, but her voice stopped as Serena
kissed her lips.  Marilyn felt Serena's tongue pressing against her
lips.  She hesitated a moment, then opened her lips to allow Serena's
tongue to enter her mouth.

Serena's touch was gentle; much more gentle than Irvin's had been.
Marilyn found herself relaxing, returning the kiss, pressing her
tongue against Serena's.

Serena's hand waved; a cool flush of air made Marilyn realize that her
clothing had vanished.  Serena's hands were warm against the skin of
her naked breasts, her fingers caressing her erect nipples.

Marilyn moaned softly; Serena dropped one hand down to rest on
Marilyn's thigh.  As they continued to kiss, Serena's hand slid up her
thigh, her thumb pressed against Marilyn's pubic mound.

Serena slid her fingers down into Marilyn's crotch, palm up, one
finger sliding into Marilyn's wet slit.  It slipped effortlessly into
the warmth of Marilyn's cunt.

Marilyn broke the kiss; her head tilted back as she gasped.  "Oh
gosh!" she breathed.  "Oh!"

Serena began to slide her finger in and out of Marilyn's pussy,
slowly, drawing her hand against Marilyn's clit.

Marilyn slid down in the chair, tilting her pelvis forward.  Serena
slid down her body, kissing her breasts lightly, then her belly, then
her pubic mound.

She moved her hand to one side and began to tongue Marilyn's clit.
Immediately, Marilyn began to shudder.

Serena continued to work her finger in and out of Marilyn's cunt as
her tongue rolled her clit like a marble.

"Serena... I'm coming!  I'm coming!"

Her pussy clamped down on Serena's finger as her body shook violently.
Serena held her until the quivering stopped.

Marilyn's eyes were closed, her head tilted forward in her chair.
Serena's head was cradled against Marilyn's breasts.

A voice rang out.  "What are you doing to my daughter?"

...........................................................

Marilyn was startled by the male voice.  Serena fell backwards, waving
her hand.  The two women were instantly clothed again.

Serena scrambled to her feet to confront the man.  "What makes you
think she's your daughter?"

"Who else could she be?  She has my eyes, my nose... and my powers."

"I have powers, too, or have you forgotten?"

The man smirked.  "Mostly the power of deception, Serena.  And
successful enough to have hidden her from me all this time."  He
turned toward Marilyn, still slumped in her chair.

He took her hand and tugged her gently to her feet.

"Marilyn, my dear," he said softly, "how wonderful to meet you at
last."

Marilyn stood and looked him in the eyes.  "Are you really my father?"

The man smiled.  "Your father... and your grandfather..."

Marilyn's eyes widened.

"And your great-grandfather..."

Her eyes got even wider.

"And..."

"Don't tell me any more!"  Marilyn glared at him.  "What are you,
anyway?  Some kind of ultra-incestuous wierdo?"

The man laughed heartily.  "My dear girl, what a wonderful term!
'Ultra-incestuous'.  Wonderful!"

"That didn't answer my question."

"That's correct.  It didn't."  He smirked.  "Yes.  Just so.
Ultra-incestuous.  I'll have to remember to spring that one on
Jean-Luc."

"Who?"

"Never mind.  One of your descendents, about five hundred years from
now."

"How do you know about five hundred years from now?"

"It's a long story, my dear.  And more than some people want to hear
about."  He glanced over at Serena, who was sitting cross-legged on
the floor.

"The high points," Serena glared.  "Just give her the high points."

"Time is nothing to me," the man smiled.  "It's just another direction
of travel.  From star to star, planet to planet, time to time.
Nothing."

"Planet to planet?" Marilyn asked.

The man smirked again.  "What makes you think you're on Earth right
now?"

"I just assumed..." Marilyn faltered.  "You mean we're not?"

"Hardly."

"Look," Serena said, scrambling to her feet.  "I didn't tell her
everything -- because there's so much for her to learn.  She's only
known her true identity since this morning."

"Congratulations," the man said.

"For what?" Marilyn asked.

"On your marriage."  When Marilyn still looked perplexed, he turned to
Serena.  "She did get married first, didn't she?"

"Look, you arrogant son-of-a-bitch, my spell wasn't perfect.  She lost
her virginity on a date last night, then -- without knowing what she
was doing -- wished it back."  Serena took Marilyn's arm protectively.
"Whatever you were planning, and I think I know what it was, you'll
have to put it on hold for a while."

The man frowned.  "On hold?  You don't know the attraction I have for
your family's jewels.  I've spent damned near an eternity cultivating
your women to be beautiful and powerful; I don't intend on being
thwarted just because you didn't do your part correctly."

He snapped his fingers.  Marilyn's clothing vanished again.

The man grasped Marilyn by the shoulders, and pushed her down into the
chair.

"No!" Marilyn shouted.  "No!"

He reached down and grabbed her calves, and lifted them up.  Marilyn
slid down in the chair, her butt perched just on the front edge of the
seat.

The man's clothing flashed into nothingness; his large, purplish cock
throbbed into erection.  He pushed Marilyn's legs apart.

Serena saw Marilyn's pink slit.  "Wait!  You can't...!"

"I can!" he shouted.  "And I will!"

"No!" Marilyn screamed.

He pushed forward, his cockhead squeezing between her labia.

"No... no... noooo...!" Marilyn sobbed.

With a firm pelvic thrust, he entered her.

Marilyn felt her hymen break painfully.  Even though she was still wet
from Serena's ministrations, she was still not prepared for the size
of his cock.  It felt as if he were ripping her insides.  She
screamed.

"You're hurting her!" Serena shouted.

"Frankly, my dear," the man smirked, "I don't give a ..."  He wiggled
his hips.  "...DAMN!"

Serena watched as his cock jerked; he was coming inside the girl.

Marilyn whimpered as he withdrew his cock; it was covered with blood
and semen.

He snapped his fingers; another chair appeared, and he sank into it.
Marilyn lay in her chair, sobbing softly.

"Don't be sad," the man said.  "After all, it is your destiny.  Look!"

He waved his hand, and the air between them began to glow.  Within the
glow, Marilyn could see what looked like a ball.  From one side, a
cloud of what looked like dots with wiggling tails headed for the
ball.

"This is inside you right now," he said.  "That's your egg -- and my
sperm.  Watch!"

The cloud clustered around the ball.  Then suddenly, there was a
change, almost imperceptible, but the ball was 'different'.

"You are now officially pregnant," the man smirked.

Marilyn sprang from the chair.  "No!" she shouted.  She reached up and
rubbed her nose.  "Never happened!"

She heard a scream of frustration before she shimmered away.



There was a moment of discontinuity.



They were standing in front of the Munster home.

The woman smiled.  "Serena is fine, dear.  Whatever you feel
comfortable with."

"So where do we start?" Marilyn asked.

Serena turned to Lily Munster, who was still standing by the door.
"I'll bring her back soon, Lily."  She turned back to Marilyn, and
waved her hand.  "We'll start..."  There was a flash of light, and
Serena and Marilyn were -- elsewhere.  "...here," she said.

Marilyn looked into Serena's eyes.

"Did you just do what I think you did?" Serena asked.

Marilyn nodded.

"Brilliant!" Serena grinned.  "I wish I'd thought of it."

"One thing's bothering me," Marilyn frowned.  "When we peeped at those
people, it was night... but we started out now -- in the daytime."

Serena smiled.  "We did a little time travelling.  Just minor league
stuff compared to centuries or days -- or even dropping back hours to
avoid unpleasantries like we just did."

Marilyn nodded.

"I have an idea," Serena grinned.  "I know just the place we ought to
visit now."  She waved her hand.

...........................................................

The space was dark.  Marilyn's eyes slowly adjusted, as her ears
picked up the sound of soft, feminine voices in conversation.

Serena led the way into a softly-lighted area.  Marilyn glanced
around.  She could see nothing beyond the lights -- they must be in
the Continuum.

All around her were large and small pillows, and draped over the
pillows in various positions, were roughly ten women.  Marilyn looked
at them and noticed that they were of many ages -- and some whom she
could not determine their age.

Serena leaned closer to her.  "This is one of our regular gatherings;
what the mortals might call a 'coven', although that's not our term
for it."

Marilyn nodded.  "Are they all... like us?"

Serena smiled.  "Usually.  Sometimes one of the 'girls' will bring a
guest, but usually it's just us 'witches'."

"What do you do in these gatherings?"

There was a glint in Serena's eye as she winked.  "Just wait and see."

She led Serena to one of the larger pillows, and they sat down.


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Date: Tue, 25 Feb 1997 14:10:41 GMT

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PROLOGUE:

The space was dark.  Marilyn's eyes slowly adjusted, as her ears
picked up the sound of soft, feminine voices in conversation.

Serena led the way into a softly-lighted area.  Marilyn glanced
around.  She could see nothing beyond the lights -- they must be in
the Continuum.

All around her were large and small pillows, and draped over the
pillows in various positions, were roughly ten women.  Marilyn looked
at them and noticed that they were of many ages -- and some whom she
could not determine their age.

Serena leaned closer to her.  "This is one of our regular gatherings;
what the mortals might call a 'coven', although that's not our term
for it."

Marilyn nodded.  "Are they all... like us?"

Serena smiled.  "Usually.  Sometimes one of the 'girls' will bring a
guest, but usually it's just us 'witches'."

"What do you do in these gatherings?"

There was a glint in Serena's eye as she winked.  "Just wait and see."

She led Serena to one of the larger pillows, and they sat down.


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Introduction and commercial break:

This posting is segment two of two, the two segments forming part
three of a three-part crossover story, the first two parts being "The
Munsters" and "The Addams Family", respectively.  (If you can follow
the grammar in THAT sentence, Celeste!)

It would probably do you well to read the first parts first.

Please don't email me for the other parts; they should be reposted at
the same time this segment is posted.

...................................................................

The early sixties saw a lot of "fantasy" sitcoms, like "I Dream of
Jeannie", "Bewitched" and "My Favorite Martian".  Two popular series
that featured a "horror" theme were "The Addams Family" on ABC, and
"The Munsters" on CBS.

"Bewitched" also ran on ABC, and told the story of Samantha, a lovely
witch who married Darrin Stephens without telling him of her special
powers.  Those powers -- and Darrin's strange in-laws -- became
evident shortly after their wedding.

Samantha was played by the late Elizabeth Montgomery.  In the early
episodes, Darrin was played by Dick York and in later episodes by Dick
Sargent.  Endora (Samantha's Mother) was played by Agnes Moorehead,
and Larry Tate (Darrin's boss) was David White.

Darrin's role was not the only one to undergo a cast change.  The
roles of Louise Tate and Gladys Kravitz (the neighbor) were also
filled by a second cast of actors with no explanation to the audience.

There was also a full cast of occasional characters, played by Maurice
Evans, Marion Lorne, Paul Lynde, Alice Ghostly and Bernard Fox, all
gifted character actors.

Elizabeth Montgomery also played the recurring character of her
look-alike cousin, Serena.  Usually, she was billed in this role as
"Pandora Spocks".

The stories usually revolved around Samantha resolving not to use her
witchcraft, then Darrin ending up in a jam (because of some stupid
action on his part or a practical joke on the part of one of
Samantha's relatives), and Samantha coming to the rescue.

The couple was blessed in 1966 by the birth of Tabitha, and later by a
son, Adam.  Tabitha herself became the focus of a later series.

This is another show which has never been off the air since it began.
It has been seen in daytime reruns on ABC, then in syndication, and
now on Nickelodeon.

..................................................................

This story breaks with my own tradition, in that it does not attempt
to be an episode of the actual show.  In writing it, I found that the
character "Serena" wanted to do a lot of expository stuff, and I found
room to work in several other television series as well.  But I
started out as "Bewitched", and will continue with that title.

This explains why the characters of Samantha and Darrin appear only in
cameos, and Endora and Dr. Bombay and the others don't appear at all.

Perhaps sometime down the line I'll do a 'real' Bewitched episode.

It should also be noted that this story "got away from me" in that it
seemed to take on a life of its own.  Three specific "gags" that I had
in mind when I began the story did not appear until this segment.

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I also forgot to run the lyrics to the theme song in the first part.
So here they are:

Bewitched, bewitched,
You've got me in your spell.
Bewitched, bewitched,
You know your craft so well.
Before I knew what I was doing,
I looked in your eyes.
That brand of woo that you've been brewin'
Took me by surprise.

You witch, you witch,
One thing is for sure.
That stuff you pitch
Just hasn't got a cure.
My heart was under lock and key,
But somehow it got unhitched.
I never thought that I could be had,
But now I'm caught and I'm kinda glad
To be Bewitched,
Under your spell.

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Bewitched: "At Long Last, Marilyn  (Part 2)"



Serena nudged Marilyn and pointed, discretely.  "That's my cousin
Samantha -- you remember peeking in on her?"

Marilyn nodded.

"And that," Serena continued, "is Morticia Addams, and that..."

"Addams," Marilyn whispered.  "Eddie was visiting the Addams family
last night."

"One and the same."  Serena motioned to another woman.  "That's my
Aunt Esmerelda."

"So what are we doing?  What's this for?"

"Just a little get-together for the girls.  Look..."

Marilyn looked across the lighted space.  The woman Serena had
introduced as Samantha had a large black bag in her hand.  She opened
it, and pulled out a large, pinkish --- something.  The woman Samantha
was sitting with giggled loudly.

Samantha adjusted the thing in her hands, and there was a low buzzing
sound.  She held it out in front of her, and Marilyn could finally see
that it was a fairly large dildo.  As it buzzed, the shaft twisted,
wiggling from side to side like a snake.

Still giggling, the other woman snapped her fingers.  Her clothing
shimmered, then disappeared.  She leaned back naked on the pillow and
spread her legs.  A dark patch of hair was visible.  She reached down
between her legs and her fingers spread open her pussy.

Samantha slipped the dildo's head between the open lips.  The woman
gasped as it entered her.  The gasping turned to moans of pleasure.

"See?" Serena whispered.  "That's generally what goes on here.  Look
over there."  She pointed.

Two of the other women had formed a sixty-nine position with each
other, their tongues darting into each other's slits.

"And there..."

An older woman knelt in front of Morticia Addams, her face buried
between Morticia's thighs.  Morticia was sitting, her head thrown
back, her fingers tweaking her own nipples.

To one side of the group was a solo young woman, in a filmy, long,
black lace negligee.  The lace was thin enough to allow nothing to the
imagination, but the woman was distracted, scribbling in a legal pad
with a black quill plume pen.

"Serena, who's that?" Marilyn asked, nodding toward the writer.

"Oh," Serena shrugged, "that's just Ann.  She's one of us, but she
mostly just comes to watch... and write.  Sometimes we she joins in
the action, but she keeps stopping to write something down."

Marilyn looked around her; all around her the women were in various
stages of undress and intimacy.  Over there, two were necking, their
hands buried in the bosom of the other.  Behind her was a threesome --
one squatting over the face of one whose pussy was being fingered by
the third.

The air began to fill with low moans and gasps, and the musky scent of
sexually excited women.

Marilyn squirmed in her seat, peering around her.

"Getting horny?" Serena whispered, huskily.

Marilyn nodded.  "Oh, yeah!"

Serena's hand slid toward her, her fingers brushing Marilyn's breast.
Marilyn turned her face toward her, and Serena kissed her, lightly at
first, then with more feeling... touching and feeling.  Serena's
fingertips found Marilyns nipple and pinched it, while it tightened up
into a hard ball under her touch.

Marilyn's lips parted, and Serena's tongue slipped through them to
meet Marilyn's.  Her breath deepened, and she moved closer to the
older woman.

Serena's other hand waved -- and both of them were naked.  Marilyn
paused only a moment before pushing Serena back, and climbed over her,
lying atop her mother, their mouths still kissing while their hands
roamed over the other's body.

Marilyn broke the kiss, and slid down her mother's body, pausing a
moment to run her tongue over Serena's taut nipples.  She reached
Serena's black bush, and buried her nose in the dark curls.

Serena lifted her knees and spread them wide, opening herself to
Marilyn's lips and tongue.  Marilyn darted her tongue across Serena's
clit, then buried it as deeply as she could into Serena's moistening
quim.

A shudder ran through Serena's body as Marilyn worked her tongue in
and out of her pussy.

Marilyn was on all fours between Serena's legs as she lapped at her
mother's cunt.  She felt a pair of hands touch her bare ass, softly at
first, then with more pressure, pushing apart her rear cheeks.

She lifted her head from Serena's crotch briefly to look back.  The
woman in the black lace was behind her.

The woman's eyes met hers; there was an unspoken question and answer.

Marilyn dipped her head back into Serena's well of passion; the woman
in black lace knelt down behind her, and gently prodded Marilyn's
labia with her warm tongue.

Marilyn writhed as the woman expertly flicked her tongue over her
clit; she nearly forgot what she was doing as warmth flooded her
pelvic region.

"What's going on?" Serena asked, raising her head.  Spotting Ann
behind Marilyn, she lay back again and sighed.

Marilyn sensed motion and looked up.  Morticia Addams was slinking
toward them, her long, black hair flowing over her body, her breasts
peeking out from the dark tresses.

She knelt down beside the pillows on which Serena reclined and leaned
forward, planting a long, deep kiss on Serena's mouth.  Marilyn bent
back to her mother's pussy, caressing her warm slit with her tongue.

Behind her, Ann reached up, and with her finger probed Marilyn's wet
cunt, sliding it inside until it reached Marilyn's still-intact hymen.

"Oooh," Ann smiled, her thumb beginning to roll Marilyn's clit like a
marble in mud, "a virgin!  I LIKE virgins!"

She leaned back in, her tongue following the contours of Marilyn's
labia, while her finger worked in and out of her pussy, bringing forth
a flow of fragrant, sweet honey from Marilyn's well.

Marilyn felt as if she was about ready to burst.  She raised her head
from Serena's crotch as her contractions began.  Her body shook as it
fell forward onto Serena's.  Serena clutched at her, as did Ann, who
still had a couple of fingers inside Marilyn's clutching pussy.

Marilyn rolled over onto her back.  As she did, Morticia crawled over
Serena's head, positioning herself into a classic sixty-nine with her.
Marilyn glanced over, noting that Morticia's long hair nearly obscured
both of the women.  Serena immediately began to moan with pleasure.

Ann moved up between Marilyn's knees, and stroked her thighs gently,
applying some pressure to urge Marilyn to open her legs.

Slowly, Marilyn's legs moved apart, and Ann slipped two fingers back
into Marilyn's cunt, her thumb firmly pressing against Marilyn's clit.

"Ohhhh," Marilyn moaned.  "It feels so good..."

Beside her on the pile of pillows, she heard Morticia with an echoing
moan, "Say see bone..."

Marilyn's eyes snapped open.  Ann's fingers stopped moving inside her.

Marilyn looked over at the long-haired beauty whose body was draped
over Serena's.

"Say see bone?"  Marilyn asked, incredulously.  "Morticia, you don't
really SPEAK French, do you?"

Morticia lifted her head from Serena's crotch long enough to glare at
Marilyn, then turned back to twist her tongue around Serena's clit.

Marilyn chuckled -- then her attention was drawn back to the fingers
in her cunt.  "Oh, Ann..." Marilyn murmured, "isn't it your turn now?"

Ann smiled, then dropped down to a seated postion on the pillows.  She
leaned back, lifting her knees, as Marilyn slid betweeen them.
Marilyn slipped her index finger into Ann's wet pussy, then leaned
forward to draw her tongue across Ann's clitoris.

It seemed to buzz under her tongue.  She swirled her tongue over it
again, feeling it swell with the attention it was given.  Ann's cunt
squeezed around Marilyn's probing finger as Ann emitted a low moan.

There was movement behind Marilyn, then an exclamation of "Oh,
cheese!"

Marilyn glanced over and saw that the woman Serena had introduced as
'my cousin Samantha" was standing behind Morticia.

Ann muttered, "Please..."

Marilyn quickly reapplied her tongue to Ann's clit, and began to work
her finger in and out of Ann's pussy until the other woman began to
breathe shallowly.

"I'm very close," Ann muttered, her fingertips caressing her own hard
nipples.

Marilyn continued to swirl her tongue over Ann's clit, until Ann
gasped and cried, "nnnngggghhhh!"

She jerked and shook as her pussy convulsed around Marilyn's finger.
Ann put her hands on each side of Marilyn's face, and pulled it up to
her own.  She slid her tongue out, and licked at Marilyn's lips and
chin.  Marilyn opened her own mouth and extended her tongue.  As they
met, Marilyn felt an almost-electrical thrill.

They slid down to the pillows, holding each other in their arms.

The sounds coming from Morticia were curiosity-raising, though, and
Marilyn's eyes were drawn to the woman lying over Serena's body.
Samantha was now kneeling behind Morticia, working a very large dildo
in and out of the long-haired woman's cunt.

Serena was doing her best to keep her nose out of the way as she
sucked on Morticia's clitoris.

Morticia was gasping, her head raised from Serena's pussy.  It was
evident that she was on the edge of orgasm, and as Marilyn watched,
Morticia slid over the edge.  Her body convulsed with pleasure.

Samantha slid the dildo out, and touched its tip to her lip.  Her
tongue slid out to just touch the pointed end of the rubber cock.

"Next?" she whispered.

"Me."  With one final kiss on Marilyn's cheek, Ann got up, picked up
her notebook, and took Samantha's arm.  The two women stepped over to
another stack of pillows a few steps away.

Morticia rolled over onto her back beside Serena, breathless.


The three women lay motionless, resting.  Marilyn nearly drifted off
to sleep.

Suddenly, however, there was a flash of light.  A male voice laughed.

The women all stopped what they were doing, and turned to face the
intruder.

"At last!" the man shouted in glee.  "I've found you!"  He looked over
the array of naked women around him.  "What you -- ladies -- need is a
few good men."

"Now wait a minute," Samantha shouted.  "What makes you think..."

Marilyn's father laughed.  "Behold!" he boomed.  He waved his hand,
and there was another flash of light.

A dozen men materialized into a glowing area next to Q.  They stood in
a row, stock-still, their eyes closed, their bodies rigid.  They were
completely naked, their male organs in a state of complete erection.

Marilyn leaned over toward Morticia and Serena.  They moved together
conspiratorially.  "Do you know who any of those men are?"

Serena nodded.  "A couple.  That short one with the fat dick -- that's
a Marine sergeant... Vince somebody.  And that tall one with the dark
hair -- he's a comedy writer for television.  Bob Perkey... no,
Petrie.  Bob Petrie."

"The tallest one -- the one with the cock a foot long -- that's my
butler, Lurch," Morticia added.  "I don't know any of the others."

"I think that one standing to the right of Lurch is a policeman,"
Marilyn said.

"What makes you say that?" Morticia added.

"Coffee stains."

They laughed in a subdued manner.

"Any ideas?" Marilyn asked.

"When it seems inevitable," Morticia smiled, "just lie back and enjoy
it."

"Not everyone is into pain the way you are," Serena snapped.  She
turned to Marilyn and took her arm.  "Whatever happens," she said,
"you know you can escape."

Marilyn nodded.

Q stepped forward and clicked his fingers.  The men fell out of
stasis, and their eyes opened.  Each one seemed to zero in on a woman,
then they moved quickly.

Very quickly.

The women barely had a moment to move before they were covered with
one of the men.

Marilyn watched as Lurch lifted Morticia up, spun her around with her
back to his chest, then impaled her on his long cock.  A mixed
expression of pain and pleasure on her face.

The Marine sergeant grabbed Serena and turned her around, too.  He
bent her forward, and pressed the head of his penis against her anus.
Then with a single thrust, he entered her.

Serena gave a short, sharp cry, then through clenched teeth, she
turned to Marilyn and hissed, "Leave!"

Marilyn turned and ran, nearly stumbling over a lanky fellow who was
rapidly plunging a long, thin cock into Samantha's cunt.

Recovering, she dashed toward the darkness.

A flash of light, and she ran square into Q, who had materialized in
her path.

"Now you're going to fuck me," Q smirked.  "And you're going to love
it."

Marilyn stumbled backwards.

"Fuck you?" she asked.  Then an idea.  She reached for her nose.

"Yeah.  That's right," she smiled, her teeth clenched.  "Fuck you!"

She rubbed her nose.  She heard an echo of his angry roar as time
swirled around her.

................................................................

The car drove down the country lane, its headlights swallowed by the
darkness of the trees.  Irving was at the wheel, Marilyn in the
passenger seat.

"Where are we going?" Marilyn asked.

"You said you didn't want to go to that party," Irving said, pushing
his glasses up on his nose.

Marilyn felt a sensation of deja vu.  Then the realization of where --
and when she was.

"But that doesn't answer my question," she said.

"I thought you meant you wanted to be alone."  Irving looked over at
her.  "Didn't you?"

Marilyn smiled.  "It wasn't what I had in mind," she said, "but it
doesn't sound too bad..."

Irving grinned.  "I've heard tell about a spot out here that's perfect
for 'being alone' in."

"I've heard of the place, too."

"So it's O.K. with you?"

Marilyn smiled her approval, her mind working feverishly.

After a short drive, Irving stopped the car.  He and Marilyn sat a
moment, staring out the windshield at the vista before them.

They were parked on the edge of a cliff, which overlooked the city
below them.  The stars in the sky were matched by an equal number of
stars beneath them.

Irving yawned, and draped an arm over the back of the bench seat of
the car.

Marilyn laughed.  "You don't have to do that," she grinned.  "I know
about the cave.  And the blanket in the back."

Irving goggled through his glasses.  "Umm..."

Marilyn giggled.  She leaned over and pecked a kiss at Irving's cheek,
then looked into his eyes.  "Wanna fuck?"

She opened the car door.  After a moment's hesitation, Irving
scrambled out.  He gathered up a blanket from the back of his car, and
closed the trunk.  He took Marilyn's hand and she led him to the brink
of the cliff.

She stepped over the edge onto the narrow pathway just over the edge
of the cliff.

"This way," Marilyn whispered.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Irvin followed her.

"Here it is," Marilyn breathed.  She turned a corner around a rock.

Marilyn snatched the blanket out of Irving's hands, and spread it on
the ground.  She reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it
slide down her body to her feet.

She kicked it aside, and slipped down to sit on the blanket.

Irving dropped down beside her.  They wrapped their arms around each
other and kissed.

As Marilyn's lips parted, allowing Irving's  tongue to intrude, she
felt his hand on her back, searching for the bra hooks.

Irving's fingers fumbled a moment with the hook on her bra; it snapped
suddenly open.

Giggling, she pulled off the bra, and draped it around his neck.

Irving was goggle-eyed at seeing her bare breasts.  He pushed up his
glasses on his nose, and extended trembling fingers toward her left
breast.

Marilyn smiled as his fingertips brushed her erect nipple.  She put a
hand in Irving's lap, her fingertips pressing against his erection
through his pants.

"Irving," she whispered in his ear.  "If you want to put that thing in
me, there's something you've got to do first."

Irving sat back, puzzled.  "Oh," he said, finally.  "I've got a rubber
in my wallet."

Marilyn smiled.  "That's not what I meant.  What I want you to do is
go down on me."

"Oh? Oh. Oh!"  The realization of what she said finally got through to
Irving's lust-dulled mind.

Marilyn lay back on the blanket, and raising her hips, she slid her
panties off.  She spread her knees, allowing Irving a view of her damp
pussy in the full moon.

Irving's breath was short and ragged.  He extended a hand, touching
her vulva gently.

"Tongue me," Marilyn said firmly.  "Eat me.  Suck me.  Taste me.  Do
it. NOW!"

Irving leaned forward and touched her lower lips with his tongue.

Marilyn squirmed, pressing her pussy toward his mouth.  Irving's
tongue slid between her labia, and slid up to brush her clit.

"That's the spot!" Marilyn gasped.  "Suck it! Lick it!"

Irving did his best.  He fastened his lips around the little warm
nubbin and sucked gently, his tongue flicking it.

Marilyn wrapped her legs around Irving's shoulders, pulling him
tighter, closer.  She felt herself tighten inside... almost there...
then the contractions started.

Irving nearly smothered as Marilyn's legs tightened around his head as
Marilyn climaxed.  When she finally relaxed, he pulled back, gasping.

"Oh my gosh!" he wheezed.

Marilyn sat up a bit, grabbed Irving by the ears, and lay back,
pulling him on top of her.  Then she rolled them both over on the
blanket so that she was on top.

She pulled open his shirt, the buttons flying across the cave.

"Hey!" Irv complained.

"Shush," Marilyn hissed.  "I'm in a hurry."

She unfastened his trousers and jerked them down.  Irv's erection
pressed out against his jockey shorts.  Marilyn tugged them down as
well, freeing his cock.

Irv kicked out of his pants, as Marilyn bent over his penis, using her
tongue to swirl around the purple cockhead.  Then deftly, she raised
herself over his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy.

Slowly, she lowered herself on his rigid shaft until she felt the
resistance of her hymen.

Irving trembled under her; she realized he was holding himself back,
trying not to come.

It was decision time.  Lower herself and lose that virginity, or just
hold off two more seconds, and he'd climax and not be able to complete
the task.

Marilyn closed her eyes, took a deep breath.

She lowered herself.

With her eyes closed, she could be more aware of her own body.  She
felt a soft pop, a momentary sting, then felt Irving's cock jerk; he
was coming inside her.

Marilyn sighed.  She opened her eyes, and looked down into Irving's
face.

Only it wasn't Irving.

"Hello, darlin'," Q drawled.  "Whatever happened to soft lights and
music?"

Marilyn scrambled to her feet, and backed away from him.  Q got up to
his feet and dashed over to her, and grabbed her wrists, keeping her
hands from her nose.

"Did you like it better that time?  Not that it matters much," Q
smirked.  "You're still just as pregnant."  He pulled her closer to
him.

Marilyn squirmed, trying to pull away from him, but he was too strong.
She felt his heavy cock pressing against her body.  She felt a shiver
of revulsion.

What Morticia had said, "When it seems inevitable..." rang in her
head; she took a deep breath, and relaxed.  Then she wiggled her upper
lip from side to side.  Her nose moved.

Marilyn disappeared.

"Shit!" Q muttered.  "She did it again!"

................................................................

The car drove down the country lane, its headlights swallowed by the
darkness of the trees.  Irving was at the wheel, Marilyn in the
passenger seat.

"Where are we going?" Marilyn asked.

"You said you didn't want to go to that party," Irving said, pushing
his glasses up on his nose.

"I changed my mind," Marilyn frowned.  "Let's go to the party."

Irving looked a little disappointed, but turned the car around, and
they headed back into town.


As Marilyn stepped into the doorway of the house where the party was
being held, she stopped.  She felt a little dizzy.

"Are you all right?" Irving asked, taking her arm.

"I think so," Marilyn said, putting a hand to her temple.  "It just
seems like I lost ... a lot of time ... somewhere."

Irving squinted at her over his glasses.  He pushed them back up on
his nose.

Marilyn smiled at him.  "Never mind.  Let's go in and have a good
time."

She took Irving's arm, and the two of them went in to the party.


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