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Bewitched - Part 2 of 2
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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.
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.
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.
"Oh 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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The End
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BEHIND THE SCENES:
I recently received email from an outfit offering
autographed photos of Pat Priest, who was one of the
actresses who played Marilyn Munster.
While the mail was interesting on its own, it gave me
pause to consider: WHERE DID THEY GET MY ADDRESS?
Evidently, someone, somewhere, associated with Pat
Priest is reading my story -- or at least called it up
through Deja News to get the address.
If she did read it, I wonder if she liked it. And if she
didn't, I suppose she could just consider the story to
be concerning one of the other four or five actresses
who have played the part.
By the way; Pat Priest's email address is
Priest000@aol.com.
--the author
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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