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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.

"The Addams Family" appeared on ABC, beginning in 1964 and ending in 1966 --
the same time period as "The Munsters".

The series was based on cartoons by Charles Addams for the New Yorker magazine,
and Addams named them for the first time when the series was proposed.

Gomez, the enthusiastic head of the family, was played by John Astin. His
somber, sophisticated wife Morticia was played by Carolyn Jones. Uncle Fester
-- whatever he was -- was played by former child star Jackie Coogan. Lurch,
the seven-foot butler, was Ted Cassidy (who also provided the disembodied hand
for "Thing").

This series, like "The Munsters", refused to die when the network attempted to
kill it. It was revived in a tv movie, and an animated version of the show
appeared on Saturday morning cartoons. Recently, a pair of theatrical movies
rose from the crypt, featuring Raul Julia as Gomez and Angelica Huston as

A personal note. When this show originally aired, the only television our
family owned would only receive VHF signals, and the ABC station in the area
was UHF. The Addamses were only a distant rumor to me at the time.

The theme music was a catchy little tune. I'm sure you'll all sing along...

They're creepy and they're kooky,
Mysterious and spooky,
They're altogether ookie,
The Addams Family.

Their home is a museum
When people come to see 'em,
It really is a scream,
The Addams Family.


So put a witch's shawl on,
A broomstick you can crawl on,
We're going to pay a call on
The Addams Family.

(snap snap)

This particular story is a "crossover" with the last story in the PTV series,
"The Munsters" and... well, you'll see.


The Addams Family:
"Eddie Comes to Visit"

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 hedgework. 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... behind that

A mischievous grin spread over his face. He stepped over the mark.

Wednesday released her cord.


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 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 set it up for Papa."

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 out, 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

The front door swung open. Gomez stood at the door, twirling the battle-ax
like a drum-major's baton.

"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 to 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.

"Hi, Pop!" Pugsley grinned.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Gomez smiled.

"Pop, 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

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

Lurch moaned deeply, looking equally puzzled.


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 was
hidden completely in the shadows, and settled onto a stool.

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 was 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. The lashes slapped Pugley'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.

"YES! Again!"

Uncle Fester, on the other side of his wall, 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 body 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.

"Unngh! Good one!" Pugsley squirmed against the chain. "Now it's Wednesday's

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. But Eddie noted, it was Wednesday who was controlling it.
When she was right-side-up, she had her body pressed against the wheel, holding
her dress still. But 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. "Gettin' 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,

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."

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

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 eye sparkled. "'Cause you're next."

Pugsley's pants were around his feet. He kicked out of them, then pulled down
his underwear. Eddie could see his penis, small but hard, standing straight
out from 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. And 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, behind his peep-hole, 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."

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.

She 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 semen in her

Pugsley backed away from her, breathless, until his back was against the
whipping post. He sank to the floor, leaning against the post. "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... a 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

"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 side 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 raised slightly. "My first impression is that he's quite a

"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's 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

"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 a trash can 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 -- 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

"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

"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-haired head, 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

Morticia smiled invitingly, then climbed into the large bed, as Gomez scrambled
out of his striped suit, tossing each piece of clothing into a pile on the

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 crotch, 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 nightie. 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 into a hamper.

Again she turned in front of Eddie's watchful eyes. "You like this, too, don't

Wednesday patted Eddie on the head. He licked at her hand.

She stepped back to the bed, picked up the nightie, and stood a moment

"Naah," she said, finally. She threw the nightie over the head of her bed.
She 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 into 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 trap door.

"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

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 trap door and moved through the darkness toward the secret


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
Gomez's pubic hair.

She felt the familiar tingling feeling filling her as Gomez expertly tongued
her clit. She reached down and held Gomez's 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.

As 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 asking entrance to Morticia's gaping

Morticia wrapped her arms around Gomez's torso, pulling him up and close.
Gomez's 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

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

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.

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. Dididididodissolippp," a small high-pitched
voice spoke.

"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's. "What
do you say, Tish? A little three-way action?"

Morticia smiled. "A menage 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, and 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 of 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. "It looks like we both can have some


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
slit, the fingers on the other hand rolling her clit.

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.

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

She flipped back the topsheet, letting the dog have a little 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. But he could see
a shape in Wednesday's bed. It looked like -- he blinked -- 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 -- 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.


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.

To 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

Gomez moved around behind Itt, between Morticia's legs. He slid forward, and
slipped his cock into Itt's accommodating vagina.

Itt responded with an enthusiastic jabber, and began to move forward and back.
As Itt moved forward, Morticia was filled, and as Itt moved back, Itt was

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 peep hole. "Oh, wow," he
breathed. "Mom and Pop and Cousin Itt are going at it!"

"Shhh," hissed Fester.

"They won't hear us," Pugsley whispered. "Listen to all the grunting and

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 gotta 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 the opening on its own.

Eddie looked up at Wednesday's face. She was sleeping peacefully, unaware of

He stirred, moving slowly, and slid upward a bit. The tip of his penis 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?!"

Eddie licked his chops, then began to thrust his hips, pushing deep inside her,
then pulling back out partially, then back in.

"Oh gosh," Wednesday gasped. "Oh, yes... yes!"

Eddie's movements became quicker, and Wednesday wrapped her 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 come..."

She shook. Her cunt squeezed at Eddie's slim canine cock, but he continued to

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 of Wednesday, leaped out of the bed and dashed into the

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 peep-holes, 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 peep hole and whispered, "Do it."

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
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
breathless 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.

Gomez groaned in disappointment since he hadn't come, 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

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 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

"It was kinky enough fucking a dog," she grinned. "But I fucked a werewolf!

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

"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 when
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, Grandmama 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."

Eddie breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you doing... what we just did... with

"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



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 guess 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

"Didja 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 chucked 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

"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.


MEANWHILE, back at 1313 Mockingbird Lane...

The morning sun glistened wetly off the naked branches of the trees outside the

Lily 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'?"


to be continued!


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