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Archive name: Adamfam3.txt (mf, Mf, inc, ped)
Authors name: Uncle Mike
Story Title : Addams Family: "Eddie Comes to Visit"
Part 3 of 5

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Eddie waited until she was very near, then sat up,
wagging his tail.

"A puppy!" Wednesday exclaimed.  "Where'd you come
from?"  She patted his head.

Eddie panted; he enjoyed being scratched behind the
ears.

"Where'd you go?"  Pugsley's head appeared at the top
of the stairs.

"I can't find Eddie," Wednesday called.  "He said he
had to go to the bathroom, but he's not in there."

"Maybe Lurch took him somewhere.  I'll look for him.
He..."  His eyes squinted in the semi-darkness.  "What
have you got there?"

"It's mine," Wednesday said, firmly.

"Okay," Pugsley said, emerging from the staircase.  He
was still shirtless, but he had pulled his pants back
on.  "What is it?"

"It's a dog."  Wednesday squatted down beside Eddie
and put an arm around his neck.  "And he's mine."

"Looks like a wolf to me," Pugsley squinted.

Eddie licked the side of Wednesday's face.

"He likes me," Wednesday said, almost-smiling.  "I'm
going to take him up to my room."

"Better not let Mama catch you with him up there."

"I know how to handle her," Wednesday said.  "You go
find Eddie -- he's your guest.  I'm going up to bed."
She stood up and whistled.  "Come on, boy."

"How do you know it's a boy?" Pugsley said.

"I know.  Believe me, I know."  Wednesday headed up-
stairs to her room.

			###

Gomez kicked open the door of the bedroom and charged
inside, carrying Morticia in his arms.  He set her down
lightly.

Morticia took two steps toward the bed, then turned to
face Gomez.

She reached behind her, unfastened a clasp, and her
dress literally slithered down her body into a heap
around her feet.  She stood still, looking at Gomez
still standing next to the door.

Gomez stared, transfixed at the view of Morticia's bare
body, from her long black hair, past the firm, round
globes of her breasts, past her flat stomach and wide
hips to the dark patch of long straight hair that
poised at the top of her legs.

He reached for the light switch, but Morticia said,
"No, leave it on. But close the door, we have guests."

Gomez grinned, his teeth flashing.   "Shall we?" he
asked, pointing upward.

Morticia nodded.

Gomez closed the door, and slid home the privacy latch.
He stepped over to the corner, and pulled a cord.

There was the sound of movement above, and he looked up
to watch as the curtains on the ceiling parted to reveal
a large, plate-glass mirror over the bed.

Morticia smiled invitingly, then climbed onto the large
bed, as Gomez scrambled out of his striped suit, tos-
sing each piece of clothing into a pile on the floor.

Naked, he leaped up onto the bed, standing between
Morticia's legs, looking down at his wife -- and his
erection, which stood out straight from his body.

Morticia bent her knees, and tilted her hips, revealing
the pink lips of her labia.  "Are you just going to
stand there admiring yourself?"

Gomez shook his head.  "Aren't you forgetting some-
thing?"

Morticia looked puzzled a moment, then a thought
occurred and her face lit up.

"Manger moi. Respondez s'il vous plait," she smiled.

"French!" Gomez shouted, and dropped down between her
legs.  He plunged his face into her inviting cunt, his
tongue darting forth, stroking Morticia's clitoris and
labia.

Morticia closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure.

			###

Wednesday led Eddie down the hallway and into her room.
She closed the door, and patted Eddie on the head.

"Stay here, boy.  I've got to get ready for bed."

Eddie watched as she stepped over to her dresser and
pulled out a nighgown.  She set it down on the bed, and
kicked off her shoes.

With one movement, she pulled her dress off over her
head, standing before the wolf cub in just her white
panties.

Eddie gave a little canine 'yip' and panted, his tail
wagging furiously.

"You like this?" Wednesday said, looking at him.

Eddie gave her his best 'doggie' grin.

Wednesday turned in front of him, her hands gently
stroking her body.  "I like it too," she whispered.
"Sometimes I go to bed without wearing anything at
all because it feels so good."

She pushed her panties down over her hips and stepped
out of them, then picked them up and dropped them onto
the floor.

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

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

She stepped back to the bed, picked up the nighgown,
and stood a moment considering.

"Naah," she said, finally.  She threw it over the head
board of her bed.  Then crawled naked between the
sheets, then patted the side of the bed.

"C'mon, boy," she said softly. "Want to sleep up here?"

Eddie leaped onto the bed and snuggled up against her
side.  Wednesday stroked his head and neck.

As she stroked his head with one hand, the other slid
down her own body under the sheet.

Eddie turned his head to watch as she slid a hand down
to her crotch. Her fingers slipped between her legs.

Eddie looked up into her face. She had her eyes closed,
and she was biting her lower lip in concentration.

He rested his head on her chest, then realized that
his chin was directly over one of her budding breasts,
and the nipple was very hard.

She stopped stroking his head, and pulled her hand
under the sheet to join the other one.  She raised
her knees, pulling them apart under the sheet to
allow access with both hands.  The sheet rode down,
and Eddie raised his head, allowing her pink buds to
peek out.

Eddie paused a moment, then extended his tongue,
stroking one peaked nipple.

Wednesday moaned, and her eyes snapped open.

"What are you doing?"  she gasped.

Eddie kept licking her nipple.

Wednesday closed her eyes again.  "That feels good..."
she moaned softly.  Her hands were busy again.

			###

Pugsley went back down to the dungeon, looking for
Eddie.  He looked behind the wheel, and under the rack,
and even glanced inside the iron maiden.  No Eddie.

Uncle Fester, behind his hidden wall, heard the steps
in the room.   "The show's starting up again,"  he
thought.  He leaned forward and opened the peep hole.

"Aaaugh!" he screamed.

Pugsley's face filled the opening.

"Uncle Fester!" the boy cried.  "What... What are you
doing?"

Fester attempted to compose himself.  "Why, I was
looking for the fuse box," he lied.

Pugsley frowned. "The fuse box is on the first landing.
What are you..."  A light dawned on him.  He turned
slowly, looking at Fester's view of the room.

"Uncle Fester!" he shouted.  "You've been peeking on
us!"

"Shh-- Shh--" Fester shushed.  "Not so loud!"

Pugsley's voice became conspiratorial.  "Don't worry.
Wednesday's gone to bed.  I'm looking for Eddie.  He's
disappeared."

Fester frowned.  "Disappeared?  When?"

"Just a little while ago.  I think he was scared of
Wednesday."

Fester nodded.  "Might be.  He might have run home.
Where have you looked?"

"Just down here," Pugsley shrugged.

"Okay," Fester said.  "You look on the first floor,
and I'll try the upstairs.  Meet me up in the attic
if you find him -- just tell Thing to pass the word.
Otherwise, meet me there in an hour, and we'll check
outside."

Pugsley nodded, and headed up the stairs.

Fester closed the peep hole and moved through the
darkness toward the secret passageway.

			###

Gomez slid his tongue the length of Morticia's slit,
tasting the salty-musky flavor of her flowing juices.
As he reached the nub of her clitoris, he rolled it
with the tip of his tongue, eliciting a low moan from
Morticia.

Morticia opened her eyes, and gazed into the mirror
above her.  She admired the view she had of Gomez,
his head buried in her crotch, his body turned to one
side so she could see the magnificent hard-on which
protruded from the curls of his pubic hair.

She felt the familiar tingling filling her as Gomez
expertly tongued her clit.  She reached down and held
his head in the best position.

She began to quiver as her orgasm began.  Gomez con-
tinued to caress her clit with his tongue as her pussy
began to spasm.  She rocked her hips, pressing her
pubic bone into Gomez's nose, pushing her clit harder
against his mouth.

After a smashing, prolonged orgasm, her contractions
began to subside. Gomez slid up her body, kissing his
way up her lower abdomen to her navel, to her breast-
bone, then each full, warm breast, his tongue rolling
around each erect nipple.

He slid further up, his protruding organ demanding
entrance to Morticia's flood gate.

Morticia wrapped her arms around Gomez's torso, pulling
him up and close.  His cock slid easily into her pussy,
and she wrapped her legs around his.

They rolled over, still in a tight, intimate embrace.

Gomez looked up into the mirror and admired Morticia's
naked back, the soft globes of white flesh that formed
her ass, and his own cock buried deep between the lips
of her vagina.

Morticia released her grip around his legs enough to
begin to move. She rocked her hips slowly, pulling his
cock out slightly, then back in to its full length.

Gomez took a long, ragged breath, breathing through his
teeth.

Morticia released her arms, put her hands on Gomez's
shoulders and pushed back, raising herself up to a
squatting position, still firmly impaled on his
magnificent cock.

Gomez gazed again at the mirror as he reached up to
caress Morticia's breasts, taking each nipple between
the fingers of his hands.  Morticia began to use her
legs to piston herself, sliding slowly and sensually
up and down Gomez's huge shaft.

She tilted her head back and opened her eyes, meeting
his in the mirror.  She smiled broadly, and licked her
lips.

Morticia began to move in small circles, pistoning
with each leg in turn, until Gomez could hold back no
longer.  He moved his hands to her shoulders, holding
her still -- but it was too late.  He dropped his hands
to her hips, holding them down, as he pushed up from
below, to drive his cock as deeply into her as he could
as he climaxed.

When he had emptied himself into her, Morticia lay for-
ward, draping herself over his body. They lay together,
Gomez's cock still inside her.

Just as Morticia was ready to roll over, there was a
scratching noise behind the wall.

"Shhh--" Gomez hissed.  "Listen."


Continued in part 4...

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