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@ddams F@milyWednesday Addams looked out the window, waiting forher brother to arrive. The length of cording in herhand was starting to make her hand cramp.She smiled to herself. She _liked_ cramps.A movement at the end of the walk… yes! It wasPugsley. She watched as he bounced along the walkwaybetween the hedgework. Almost time… almost…Pugsley glanced down, and saw a small “x” chalked onthe walkway ahead of him. He paused, glancing upwithout moving his head. Yes, there… behind thatwindow….A mischievous grin spread over his face. He steppedover the mark.Wednesday released her cord.Swish!The huge blade swung past Pugsley, just brushing theseat of his pants as he hurried forward at a paceslightly faster than normal. He turned and watchedthe razor-sharp battle-ax swing back and forth onthe end of a slender cable over the walkway until itstopped.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 off theseat of his pants.”Very close, Wednesday,” he muttered, a sly grin onhis face. “Very close.”He went on into the house and upstairs to change hispants. He had a guest coming to stay the night. Afterall, it wouldn’t be proper to greet him with holedpants.On his way to his room, he stopped outside the doorto Wednesday’s room. “Better bring in your ax, s*s,”he said to the closed door.The door opened a crack. Wednesday’s somber facepeeked out. “What ax?”Pugsley giggled. “Come on, let’s set it up for Papa.”The two c***dren dashed over to the window. Pugsleyreached up and pulled down the cord, raising the ax.Wednesday pushed a wire out the window and caught thecable, and pulled it back, resetting the catch.Once it was set, Pugsley tied off the cable, ready forthe next try.Wednesday walked around behind her brother, and noticedthe hole in his trousers. She stopped, looked at theopening in the fabric, and the cleft in the white fleshbehind it.Quickly, she formed a fist, with her thumb stickingout, she jammed it between the exposed cheeks.”Whoop!” Pugsley jumped, almost falling through thewindow. He whipped around, his hands reaching backto cover himself.”That’s called a goose,” Wednesday said, almostsmiling.Pugsley grinned, and looked lustfully at his sister.”Can I try it?””Why not?” Wednesday sneered. “It’s your ass.” Sheturned and walked away.Pugsley, covering his bare spot, headed toward hisroom.The door chimes rang hollowly. The smallish boy stoodon the front porch of the great house, looking aroundhimself. “Looks a lot like home,” he thought.The great door swung open slowly. The tall man lookeddown 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 steppedinside and motioned toward the staircase.Eddie picked up his gym bag and dashed up the stairs.Morticia Addams called from her peacock chair in thesitting 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 heldout her teacup. “Please?”Lurch took the cup and saucer and headed to the tablewhere a teapot sat steaming. He poured a cup and tookit back to Mrs. Addams.”Gomez is due home soon,” she smiled up at him. “Docheck to make sure the c***dren have not set up any-thing 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 triumph.The front door swung open. Gomez stood at the door,twirling the battle-ax like a drum-major’s baton.”I must congratulate the c***dren,” he said, gleefully.”Very ingenious, but a tad slow.” He removed the stubof a cigar from between his teeth. “Still, it did ruina fine cigar.”He handed the ax to Lurch as he entered the house, andfollowed Morticia back into the sitting room. He step-ped over by a small end-table. A box on the tableopened, and a hand appeared, holding a new cigar.”Why, thank you, Thing,” Gomez grinned, taking thecigar. The hand disappeared, and came back with alighted match.Gomez leaned forward, puffing the cigar as he lit itwith Thing’s match. As Gomez straightened back up,Thing pulled the lid down on the box.”Where are the c***dren?” Gomez asked.”They’re upstairs,” Morticia said. “Pugsley has ayoung friend over tonight.””Is tonight that night?” Gomez smiled. “The Munsterboy, right?”Morticia nodded.”Have you met him yet?” he asked.”No, I expect Pugsley to bring him down soon for arendezvous.””Rendezvous!” Gomez kaçak bahis gasped. “Tish! That’s French!”He grabbed Morticia’s hand, and kissed her fingers,then the back of her hand, moving up her arm. Whenhe reached her shoulder, she pushed him back.”Save some for later,” she said, “Eddie,” Pugsley grinned, “I’d like you to meet mysister, Wednesday.””Wednesday? Why not tonight?” Eddie asked, puzzled.”Wednesday is my name, silly,” Wednesday said, almostsmiling.”Oh. Sorry.””It’s all right,” she said, touching his arm. “Every-body does the same thing. It’s Pugsley’s little joke.””What do you want to play?” Pugsley said, jumping upand down. “How about ‘Electric Chair’? I LIKE thatone.”Wednesday shook her head. “How about ‘Dungeon’?””That’s a good one too,” Pugsley said, clapping hishands.”Let’s go downstairs, then.” Wednesday took Eddie’shand. “I’m so glad you came along to spend the night.”Eddie looked at her, a small expression of puzzlementon his face. Wednesday’s face showed no expression atall. The three youngsters headed downstairs.Uncle Fester closed the cover on the listening-pipe.’Dungeon’, eh?” he muttered. “That’s one of MYfavorites, too!”He slithered out of his chair, and slipped into thesecret passageway that led to the basement.The three c***dren bounced down the stairs. As theyreached the doorway to the sitting room, Gomez sprangthrough the door, brandishing his fencing foil. Thetip of the blade quivered a few inches in front ofPugsley’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 foilunder 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.” Eddiesmiled, charmingly.”He means sword-fighting,” Pugsley whispered.”Oh.” Eddie looked chagrined. “I don’t do that.I thought he meant marking territory.”Gomez shook his head, puzzled. “You should introduceEddie to your mother,” he told Pugsley.Pugsley nodded. He ushered the others into the sit-ting room.Lurch stepped up behind Gomez, as the smaller manwatched the c***dren introduce Eddie to Morticia.”There’s something about that boy,” Gomez mused. “I wonder what he meant about territory.”Lurch moaned deeply, rolling his eyes, as he turnedaway.Fester reached the lower levels of the house, andopened a small trap door that looked into the play-chamber with its equipment. He made sure that hewas hidden completely in the shadows, and settledinto a corner.He twisted a few times on the stool to make sure itwas still silent. “All ready,” he muttered. “Let’sbring on the show.”He watched the stairway expectantly.Introductions made, the c***dren dashed to the stairsleading to the basement.Gomez called after them, “Be careful, c***dren. Don’tmake too big a mess.””We won’t,” Wednesday called back.At the foot of the first staircase, Wednesday turnedon the lights for the second stairwell.”Watch your step, Eddie,” she whispered. “The thirdstep is a bit longer than the others.”Eddie nodded. “Just like home,” he grinned.The three c***dren bounced down the stairs and enteredthe playroom. Eddie looked around at the equipment andsmiled.”I’ve always wanted a room like this,” he said.”I’m first!” Pugsley shouted. The sound was muffledby the walls, which were covered with ancient Persiancarpeting.Wednesday nodded. “Then I get to choose the game.”She pointed at an upright post with chains and man-acles.”The Post!” Pugsley grinned. “Good choice.””Take off your shirt,” Wednesday instructed.Pugsley eagerly complied.Wednesday latched the manacles around Pugsley’swrists, and pulled the chains through a loop,tugging Pugsley’s arms up over his head.Pugsley faced the post, his naked back toward theother two. Wednesday chose a cat-of-nine-tails froma rack, and swung it experimentally.”Ready?” she asked.Pugsley nodded.Wednesday swung the whip. <> The lashesslapped Pugley’s back with a nice snap. Eddiecould see red welts forming.”Oh, yes,” Pugsley gasped. “That’s good. Again!”Wednesday was happy to comply. <>”YES! Again!” <bets10 güvenilir mi her body against his, her breath on hisneck, and the warmth of her hand on his. A stirringbegan in his groin. It was all he could do to con-concentrate on what he was doing.”Like this,” she said, firmly. The whip flew throughthe air,cracking sharply against Pugsley’s skin.”Nnnngh!” gasped Pugsley. “One more!”Wednesday stepped back away from Eddie. He glancedback at her. Was that a flush on her face, or wasshe just excited from the activity?He turned his attention back to the matter at hand.He swung the whip, and it snapped against Pugsley’sbare skin again.”Unngh! Good one!” Pugsley squirmed against thechain. “Now it’s Wednesday’s turn.”Wednesday shook her head. “I want to do the wheel.”She lowered Pugsley’s arms, and unfastened the man-acles.She walked over to the large wheel. “Eddie, helpme…” Pugsley and Eddie followed her.Wednesday stepped up onto the foot supports, setabout 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 wereset into the wheel. Pugsley strapped down her leftwrist, and Eddie worked on her right.”Step back,” Pugsley instructed. He reached up andgrasped the edge of the wheel, and pulled down on it.The wheel began to turn, Wednesday’s body turning withit, like a large wheel.”Faster,” Wednesday instructed.Pugsley pulled on the wheel again, and it began tospin faster. Eddie watched, fascinated as the girl’sbody spun in front of him. She seemed to be flexingherself as she spun, but didn’t seem to be in pain.Then Eddie noticed that her dress was starting to workup her legs. It was over her knees, revealing her whitethighs.”This is the part I like,” Pugsley said, pulling onthe wheel again.Wednesday’s dress continued to move up her body. Itwas almost as if it had a will of its own. But Eddienoted, it was Wednesday who was controlling it. Whenshe was right-side-up, she had her body pressed againstthe wheel, holding her dress still. But when she wasup-side-down, she pushed away from the wheel, allowingthe dress to slide.Her white panties were visible now. They were tightagainst her body, revealing the gentle curves of herbody, the split mound between her legs. Eddie wasmesmerized.The dress moved on, up her body, settling into a moundunder her arms. Her white belly quivered with excite-ment.Eddie involuntarily reached for his groin. The pres-sure 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 screechedto a halt. Wednesday was up-side down, her bodyrevealed 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 touchedWednesday’s mound gently.”Never seen it before?” Pugsley snickered.Eddie shook his head. “My cousin always keeps herdoor closed. I’ve tried, though.”Wednesday moaned, “Hey, let me up.””In a minute, s*s.” Pugsley reached over and strokedWednesday’s thigh.”No,” Wednesday moaned. “Not like this… Let me up.”Pugsley’s hand moved down her thigh to the nexus of herlegs. He took hold of Eddie’s hand, and pressed hisfingers 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 uphis robe, and sat back down. He gripped his cock andbegan 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, herdress fell back down, catching at her hips, hangingjust over her crotch.Pugsley began to unfasten her feet. “Remember yourpromise,” 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 pants.Wednesday cocked her head at him. “Shouldn’t our guestgo first?” she asked.Pugsley glanced over at the blushing Eddie. “I don’tthink he’s ready yet,” he grimaced. “Are you, Eddie?”Eddie, unsure of quite what was going on, shook hishead.”There, you see?” Pugsley exalted. “I’m first.””Okay,” Wednesday sighed resignedly. She turned toEddie. “Watch carefully, Eddie.” Her eye sparkled.”‘Cause you’re next.”Pugsley’s pants were mobilbahis down around his feet. He kickedout of them, then pulled down his underwear. Eddiecould see his weenie, small but hard, standing straightup, tight against his body. There was a thin curl ofdark hair around its base, but barely any scrotum un-derneath it.Eddie thought about his own organs; he was built biggerthan Pugsley, he smiled to himself. And he had a nicepair of balls hanging under his cock. All he lackedwas the curl of hair.Wednesday stepped up to Pugsley and sat down on thefloor in front of him. She gripped Pugsley’s erectionwith her hand, and began to pump it slowly.Uncle Fester, in his dark corner, slowed his own strok-ing to match the speed of hers.Pugsley closed his eyes, and tilted his head back. “Ican do it myself,” he told Eddie. “But it feels somuch better when she does it to me.”Wednesday picked up her pace a little, her hand movingback and forth on Pugsley’s penis, until Pugsley tooka deep breath and held it.Wednesday leaned forward, placing her lips just on thetip end of his cock, stroking once more as Pugsleycame. He grunted, and Wednesday caught his sperm inher little mouth.After he had stopped sperting, Pugsley backed away fromher, breathless, until his back was against the whip-ping post. He sank to the floor, leaning against thepost. “Oh so good,” he finally breathed.Wednesday scrambled to her feet and stepped over to asmall 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 onthe bulge in his pants. “I think you’re ready,” shealmost-smiled. She pulled gently on the waistband ofhis pants. “Take ’em off,” she whispered. “I’llmake it feel good.”Eddie hesitated. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” hesaid.A frown crossed Wednesday’s face. “Now?”Eddie nodded, nervously.She pointed at the stairs. “Up the stairs — bothsets — and to the right.”Eddie ran toward the steps. Wednesday gazed after him,a strange look in her eyes.”Nnngh!” Fester grunted quietly, as a glob ofgreenish-white goo gushed out of his organ, landingon the wall ahead of him. It glowed in the darknessof his hiding-place. It joined several other splashesof older stuff on the wall.He reached up and closed the little door silently. Heturned on his stool and leaned against the side wall,catching his breath.”Should be time enough to recover before the other onecomes back,” he muttered to himself.Gomez stood beside his wife’s peacock chair. He heardfootsteps running up the stone stairs, then the bath-room door slammed shut.”What do you think of our little guest?” he asked,quietly.Morticia’s eyebrow raised slightly. “My first impres-sion is that he’s quite a mensch.””Mensch!” Gomez gasped. “Tish, that’s French!” Hegrabbed 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 youtruly?”Gomez roared. A friendly, lusty, happy roar. Hereached down and slipped an arm under Morticia’s knees,and the other under her shoulders. She put her armsaround his neck as he lifted her.”I’ll show you who’s man enough!” he shouted. Hecarried her out the door and up the stairs toward themaster bedroom.###Eddie looked in the bathroom mirror. His feeling wasright — he was growing hair.”I forgot about the full moon,” he whined.He watched himself in the mirror as his nose turneddark and lengthened. Fine, dark hair formed on eachside of the nose, and spread quickly across his face.He looked down at his hands; they too were rapidlycovering with fur.He scrambled out of his clothing; no need to ruinanother set of clothes. He stashed the clothes behindthe waste basket under the sink, and before he comp-letely lost the use of his fingers, he opened thebathroom door a crack.He put his front paws up on the sink and looked athimself 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 downthe hall. Mr. Addams was carrying his wife upstairs.Glancing both ways, he slipped out the door, and headedfor the front door.He jumped up and put a paw on the doorknob. It wouldn’tturn under his pads.”Eddie?” A voice behind him — down the hall. He slidover into the shadows and looked back.Wednesday had come upstairs looking for him. He lookedat her with a touch of sadness, remembering what wasunder that long dress of hers. Involuntarily, he whined.”Eddie?” Wednesday looked into the open door of thebathroom, then followed the sound of the canine whine.

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