-------------------------------------------------------------------- PORNO TV: The Classic Pornographic Television Network Presents: -------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------ Bewitched: "Long Lost Marilyn" ------------------------------------------------------------------ The woman smiled. "Serena is fine, dear. Whatever you feel comfortable with." "So where do we start?" Marilyn asked. Serena turned to Lily. "I'll bring her back soon, Lily." She turned back to Marilyn, and waved her hand. "We'll start..." There was a flash of light, and Serena and Marilyn were -- elsewhere. "...here," she said. Marilyn looked around. All about her was darkness and fog. The two women stood on a firm, but not hard, surface, and the only light to be seen was glowing around them, with no apparent light source. "Where are we?" Marilyn asked. "The Continuum." Serena spoke matter-of-factly. "This is where we really consider 'home', and it is from here that our powers originate." "Woah," Marilyn sighed. "Continuum, home... You're way over my head already. I thought it was just magic." Serena smiled. "Someone once said that magic was just science beyond the current understanding. It's not just magic, it's science. Think of it this way: Matter is energy, and thoughts are energy, and energy is matter. It's all the same." "Sounds like Einstein." "It should. Einstein was one of us." "So how do I use the power? I discovered by accident that if I rubbed my nose while I made a wish, it happened." Serena laughed. "Sounds like my cousin Samantha. Except she doesn't rub her nose, she just twitches it." "Actually," she continued, "you can use any method you please. Endora snaps her fingers. Esmerelda incants. Me, I wave my hand. It's just a matter of focusing your thoughts." "I see." "My advice would be to pick something simple. Something you can use without drawing much attention." Marilyn nodded. "Are there any restrictions? Can I do anything I want?" "Almost." Serena looked grave. "There are some restrictions. You cannot actually harm anyone -- you can inconvenience them, but not hurt them. You also cannot counteract someone else's 'spell'." Serena smiled again. "That's about it, though." "Now, about why you didn't raise me as your own..." A frown crossed Serena's face. "That's a long story. But the brief version is that when you were born, it was very ... inconvenient ... to have the responsibility of a daughter. So Endora 'cast a spell' that you would not be able to use your powers until after you lost your virginity. She thought that would give her enough time to come up with something else." She waved her hand. Two chairs materialized. Serena swept around and sat down in one of them, and motioned to the other. Marilyn took a seat. "Lily and Herman Munster have been friends of the family for a couple of centuries. They volunteered to be your 'uncle and aunt'; and it worked out. You were raised in a loving family, and I was left free to pursue a separate existence." Marilyn started to speak, but Serena raised her hand. "I know, I know. It was selfish of me. I'll admit it. But I really think it worked out for the best." Marilyn sat still in her chair as Serena paused. Then Serena leaned forward in her chair. "Now tell me about losing your virginity. I'm really interested." "Not much to tell," Marilyn sighed. "He was a jerk. He used my body to masturbate, then rolled over and went to sleep. So I wished it hadn't happened..." "Oh!" Serena clasped a hand to her mouth. "Then... you've regained your virginity and retained your powers! How clever!" "Next time," Marilyn smiled, "it'll be different." "I should hope so." Serena smiled a secret smile. "You want some instruction?" "About sex?" Marilyn blushed a little. "I'll admit I've been curious. I've heard Uncle Herman and Aunt Lily in their bedroom late at night, but there's some heavy machinery involved, and the lights all get dim." "They're the exception, not the rule," Serena smiled. "I've got an idea. Let's take a little trip and do some sightseeing." She stood up and took Marilyn's hand. Serena waved, and the scene changed. ........................................................... The room was dark. The only light came from the outside window, and the curtains were drawn, not letting much in. It took Marilyn's eyes a minute to adjust. She and Serena were sitting on thin air, near the ceiling of the room. "Don't worry," Serena said. "They can't hear or see us." "They who?" Marilyn said, blindly. Then she noticed below her was a bed, and two people were in it. "Oh," she said. "Oh, my." She stared at the couple below. "What're they...?" "Shh," said Serena. "Just watch." He snuggled up behind her, spoon-fashion, his erection throbbing, pressing into the contours of her bottom. He reached around her, his hand covering her breast. He heard her sigh softly in her sleep, nestling against his body. Under his palm, he felt her nipple begin to stiffen. She moaned softly as he kissed the back of her neck. He moved his hand in a small circle, massaging her breast gently. She turned, rolling over to face him, her arms wrapping around his body. Their lips met, their mouths opened, and their tongues played. Marilyn, hovering above with Serena, blushed. After a long moment of kissing, she sat up. He followed suit, stroking her arm as she pulled the thin nightie off over her head. She lay back on the bed. He remained sitting, his fingertips caressing her breasts, pinching her now-erect nipples lightly. He leaned forward, and kissed her bare belly. Then he moved down her body, pushing the top sheet under which they lay down. As he moved slowly down her body, Marilyn could see that he was completely naked already. The pale skin of his bare ass flashed in the dim light. His lips had found her trimmed pubic hair. She spread her legs, pulling up her knees slightly. His tongue traced her opening labia, locating the small button of her clit as he inhaled the fragrance of her inner parts. He ran his tongue the length of her slit, from clit to asshole, and back again. She reached over and wrapped her fingers around his erection, tugging on it lightly, until he moved his lower body around. She pushed on his nearest leg, and he lifted it up and over her head to the other side, straddling her face. She pushed his cock backwards until she could reach it with her mouth and tongue. She rolled her tongue briefly around his cockhead, then took it into her mouth. He worked his tongue around her clit, coaxing it into erection. As it warmed and lengthened under his ministrations, he moved a hand around and worked a finger into her tight, moist hole. She moaned, and worked her tongue back and forth over the head of his cock; a sandpapering motion she knew drove him wild. He rolled his tongue over her clit, as his fingers pressed upward inside her. She shivered, a wave of pleasure rolling through her body. She pulled her head back, gasping. "Now, darling," she whispered. He moved quickly around, pausing briefly between her legs as he rubbed his cockhead over the entrance to her honeyhole. Then he moved over her, kissing her breasts, and slid his cock home. She took in a deep breath through her teeth, then wrapped her legs around his knees. He began to make deep strokes, pushing his penis deep inside her, then pulling back until only the very tip of his sizable penis was at the entrance to her pussy. Then back in again. Each stroke deliberately slow and sensual. She began to breathe heavily, and met each of his strokes with a tilt of her pelvis, squeezing him inside her, rubbing her clit against his shaft as she breathed into his ear. Marilyn, looking down at them, felt herself getting wet, a warming sensation in her groin. Serena glanced over at her, and Marilyn met her eyes for a second, then both gazes went back to the couple on the bed below. She whimpered; she was so close, so close to the edge. She felt his body begin to tense, and from long experience, knew he was about to climax. Then -- bang -- release. Her vagina contracted, her abdomen vibrated. He pushed deep inside her and held still as her body shivered, then his ass began to jerk as he climaxed inside her. Marilyn watched as the man held his woman close, their bodies quivering. Then the man rolled to the left, the woman to the right. They slid back together into a spooned position, the man behind the woman, his arm around her waist. He kissed the back of her neck. The woman looked up toward the ceiling -- right at the area where Serena and Marilyn were hovering. "Are you sure she can't see us?" Marilyn whispered. Serena looked over at Marilyn, then waved her hand. ........................................................... They were back in the dark nothingness of the Continuum. Marilyn sat limply in her chair. Serena smiled at her. "So what do you think?" "Was that ... normal? Is that what I get to look forward to?" Serena smiled again. "Maybe. Everything depends on the chemestry between the man and the woman. Not everyone does the same thing all the time." "Who were those people?" "Not that it was important, but it was my cousin Samantha and her husband Darrin. He's a mortal, but he's pretty good in bed. Probably what keeps Samantha interested in him." "You look in on them often?" Serena grinned. "From time to time. They have something I've never had -- not even with your father." "Who was my father?" Serena's smile vanished. "I don't want to discuss that right now. Are you ready for another peep?" "Oh, I don't know, I..." "C'mon," Serena smiled. She waved her hand. ............................................................. Again, Marilyn found herself floating near the ceiling of a darkened room. She strained her eyes to see, until Serena waved her hand and a dim blue glow illuminated the room. Below her on the bed were two bodies. The covers thrown off the foot of the bed, and Marilyn could see now that they were both women. They were mirror images of each other, but one-half of the mirror was flopped 180 degrees -- each lay on one side facing the other, each had one leg raised, each lay over the lower leg of the other, the fingers of one hand probing the other's pussy, their lips and tongues busy with the other's clits. Marilyn blinked. The two girls looked very much alike; only their hair-styles were different. As she watched, the two girls began to move, together, in perfect synchrony, they rolled over. One took a sixty-nine position over the other, continuing their finger-probing and tonguing. Serena slipped her hand over onto Marilyn's knee. Marilyn glanced at it, then stared back at the young women on the bed below. It was not until Serena squeezed a bit that Marilyn looked up at her face. There was a little smile on Serena's face. "You like this?" Serena asked. Marilyn nodded, voicelessly. She looked back as the girl on top began to shudder, her head tilted back, gasping. Her body quaked as Marilyn watched, then she leaned forward again, her mouth buried between her twin's thighs until the other girl began to gasp, too. Marilyn felt her own abdomen churn, an ache -- an itch -- beginning between her legs. Serena's hand on her leg squeezed slightly. Beginning to get flustered, Marilyn glanced over at Serena. "Let's go," Serena whispered, and snapped her fingers. Back in the comfy chairs in the Continuum, Marilyn sat limply, lying back in the chair. Serena sat forward, perched on the very edge of the chair. "Who were they? Were they really twins?" Serena smiled. "Is that important? Well, the truth is that they are cousins. Identical cousins all the way." "Are they... like us?" Serena shook her head. "No, they're mortals." Marilyn raised her head. "You keep referring to mortals... Does that mean we're immortal?" Serena sat back in the chair. "We call ourselves 'witches'. Most inhabitants of this planet are what we call mortals. You should know -- perhaps better than most -- that there is a minority of inhabitants of planet Earth that are ... different." Marilyn nodded. "Grampa, for instance. And Uncle Herman." Serena smiled. "Your 'Grampa' is a vampire. The Count is not one of 'us'; but he does tap into the power of the Continuum occasionally. Even mortals can use the power of the Continuum. Your 'Uncle' Herman was a construct -- an artifact. Built of parts of other humans." "You mentioned others?" "The water-breathing humans who live in the oceans -- what some would call Atlantis -- for instance. You know about vampires and werewolves and other 'creatures of the night'. There are everal genies and imps, and individuals who arrived here from a future era. There are a few extra-terrestrials; Martians, Orkans, ... and of course, the Immortals." A question passed over Marilyn's face, and Serena continued. "They go about with swords decapitating each other. Eventually, there can be only one in existence. The rest of us take bets on who's going to be the last one. My bet's on a fellow named McLeod." "Duncan McLeod?" Marilyn asked. Serena nodded. "I've met him. He visited our house to talk to Grampa. What a hunk." Serena smiled. "You noticed." "Well, I may have be a virgin, but I don't intend to be a nun." "From the way you acted when we got back from the Lanes', I don't think you want to wait much longer to lose that virginity." Marilyn blushed. "I feel so... so..." "The word is 'horny', dear," Serena smiled. "But I want it to be romantic. And exciting." "The first time rarely is both," Serena frowned. "I mean, it's possible, but with our powers, we can create ... " Rather than explain, she demonstrated. Serena waved her hand, and a man materialized. He was muscular, but evidently not a weight-lifting body builder. Marilyn gasped as she realized the man was completely naked. His shoulders were broad, and his chest was covered with dark, curly hair. Marilyn's eyes followed the path of hair to a darker patch below, where a heavy-looking penis hung limply. "Who is he?" Marilyn breathed. "You keep asking who they are. It's not important, but his name's Troy. Adam Troy. He's the skipper of a small boat in the South Pacific, the Tiki. He's just a guy who is sleeping back there, and is having a very pleasant dream." She waved her hand, and the man's penis began to swell, pumping full of blood to a throbbing, massive erection. "A VERY pleasant dream," Serena grinned. Serena waved again, and a bed materialized behind the man. He turned and walked slowly to it, threw back the covers, and climbed in. He lay on his back, his hands behind his head. His penis stood up, leaning slightly toward his head. Marilyn stared, remaining in her chair. Serena leaned forward, and whispered. "You want him?" Marilyn sighed. "I'm not quite ready." "Then do you mind if I...?" Marilyn gaped at her. "You? Here? With me watching?" Serena stood up. She waved her hand, and her clothing vanished. She stood before Marilyn naked. Her breasts were large, with dark aureole, and hung down only slightly. Her stomach was flat, with a small bulge over the dark patch of fur that hid her pubic mound. "Why not?" she smiled. "You've watched people you don't know..." She strode over to the bed. As she reached the side of the bed, she waved her hand again, and Marilyn's chair slid effortlessly closer toward the bed. Serena climbed onto the bed, and straddled the man's head. She lowered herself over the man's face, upright, supported by her legs. As her pussy got close to the man's mouth, Marilyn watched him open his lips and extend his tongue so that it just touched the front gather of Serena's slit. She lowered himself further, allowing the man to tongue her clit. "It feels so good," Serena sighed, closing her eyes. Her hands slid over her body until she reached her breasts. She lifted them, her fingers pinching her nipples into erection. Marilyn crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together. A burning sensation was crawling through her genitals. Serena worked her hips forward and back as the man's tongue moved up and down her slit from clit to pussy and back. Marilyn could see her breathing begin to speed up. Serena paused as the man's mouth was again over her clit, and she pressed herself down. The man responded by sealing his lips around her clit, beginning to suck gently on it as his tongue continued to work. Serena took a long, deep breath, and held it. Her body began to quiver a little, then shook violently. She let out the breath, then with a smile toward Marilyn, moved off the man's face and worked herself around to straddle the man's hips. She put her hands on the man's shoulders, leaned forward, and allowed the head of the man's cock to bounce against the entrance to her pussy. Slowly, deliberately, she slid down the man's shaft, until it was fully inside her. Marilyn shifted nervously, uncrossing, then crossing her legs the other way. The 'itch' was becoming almost unbearable. Marilyn put one hand in her lap, and pressed her fingers against her body, trying to rub at the itch. But her clothing prevented her from reaching it. She stood up briefly, and pulled her skirt up over her hips. She sat back down, and pushed one hand into her panties. Her fingers slid down to her pubic mound, and she rubbed at the itch, which seemed to center around her clitoris. As her fingers moved over and around her love-bud, she felt her body begin to tense, her abdomen begin to tighten. There was movement on the bed. Serena had rolled over, the man now sliding over and between Serena's legs. She raised her legs, pulling each one up to the man's shoulder level. He hooked an arm around each leg, pulling her up so that her pussy was on a level with his cock. He slid into her again, making a slapping noise as his thighs hit the soft skin of her ass. Marilyn's fingers slid downward, the long middle one finding the slick entry point to her pussy. She slipped it inside, pressing the palm of her hand against her throbbing clit. She watched as the man thrust mightily into Serena, and matched his thrusts with small movements of her hand. Serena was whimpering softly. Marilyn could sense that Serena was on the edge of orgasm again -- as she was herself. Serena gasped, and held her breath. Marilyn's body tensed, her pussy clamping down on her finger. The man grunted, and drove his cock deeply into Serena's cunt, his ass muscles tightening. "Oh, yessss," Serena finally exhaled, her body sliding down as the man released his grip on her legs. He rolled over, off of her. Serena kissed his forehead lightly, then waved her hand. The man vanished. Serena sprawled in the bed. Marilyn could see between her spread legs, the man's semen drooling out of her sopping pussy. "Was it good for you?" Serena smiled at her. Marilyn nodded. "There are, you know, better ways of getting off," Serena said, a strange smile on her face. She waved her hand, and the man's semen vanished. Serena's hair reformed itself in order. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, sitting naked on the edge. She leaned forward. "Do you know what I mean?" Marilyn shook her head. Serena leaned forward and kissed Marilyn's forehead. She slid down off the bed, and knelt in front of Marilyn's chair, pressing her naked body between Marilyn's knees. Her hands slid down Marilyn's body, pausing to squeeze her breasts through her clothing. "Serena, I..." Marilyn muttered, but her voice stopped as Serena kissed her lips. Marilyn felt Serena's tongue pressing against her lips. She hesitated a moment, then opened her lips to allow Serena's tongue to enter her mouth. Serena's touch was gentle; much more gentle than Irvin's had been. Marilyn found herself relaxing, returning the kiss, pressing her tongue against Serena's. Serena's hand waved; a cool flush of air made Marilyn realize that her clothing had vanished. Serena's hands were warm against the skin of her naked breasts, her fingers caressing her erect nipples. Marilyn moaned softly; Serena dropped one hand down to rest on Marilyn's thigh. As they continued to kiss, Serena's hand slid up her thigh, her thumb pressed against Marilyn's pubic mound. Serena slid her fingers down into Marilyn's crotch, palm up, one finger sliding into Marilyn's wet slit. It slipped effortlessly into the warmth of Marilyn's cunt. Marilyn broke the kiss; her head tilted back as she gasped. "Oh gosh!" she breathed. "Oh!" Serena began to slide her finger in and out of Marilyn's pussy, slowly, drawing her hand against Marilyn's clit. Marilyn slid down in the chair, tilting her pelvis forward. Serena slid down her body, kissing her breasts lightly, then her belly, then her pubic mound. She moved her hand to one side and began to tongue Marilyn's clit. Immediately, Marilyn began to shudder. Serena continued to work her finger in and out of Marilyn's cunt as her tongue rolled her clit like a marble. "Serena... I'm coming! I'm coming!" Her pussy clamped down on Serena's finger as her body shook violently. Serena held her until the quivering stopped. Marilyn's eyes were closed, her head tilted forward in her chair. Serena's head was cradled against Marilyn's breasts. A voice rang out. "What are you doing to my daughter?" ........................................................... Marilyn was startled by the male voice. Serena fell backwards, waving her hand. The two women were instantly clothed again. Serena scrambled to her feet to confront the man. "What makes you think she's your daughter?" "Who else could she be? She has my eyes, my nose... and my powers." "I have powers, too, or have you forgotten?" The man smirked. "Mostly the power of deception, Serena. And successful enough to have hidden her from me all this time." He turned toward Marilyn, still slumped in her chair. He took her hand and tugged her gently to her feet. "Marilyn, my dear," he said softly, "how wonderful to meet you at last." Marilyn stood and looked him in the eyes. "Are you really my father?" The man smiled. "Your father... and your grandfather..." Marilyn's eyes widened. "And your great-grandfather..." Her eyes got even wider. "And..." "Don't tell me any more!" Marilyn glared at him. "What are you, anyway? Some kind of ultra-incestuous wierdo?" The man laughed heartily. "My dear girl, what a wonderful term! 'Ultra-incestuous'. Wonderful!" "That didn't answer my question." "That's correct. It didn't." He smirked. "Yes. Just so. Ultra-incestuous. I'll have to remember to spring that one on Jean-Luc." "Who?" "Never mind. One of your descendents, about five hundred years from now." "How do you know about five hundred years from now?" "It's a long story, my dear. And more than some people want to hear about." He glanced over at Serena, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor. "The high points," Serena glared. "Just give her the high points." "Time is nothing to me," the man smiled. "It's just another direction of travel. From star to star, planet to planet, time to time. Nothing." "Planet to planet?" Marilyn asked. The man smirked again. "What makes you think you're on Earth right now?" "I just assumed..." Marilyn faltered. "You mean we're not?" "Hardly." "Look," Serena said, scrambling to her feet. "I didn't tell her everything -- because there's so much for her to learn. She's only known her true identity since this morning." "Congratulations," the man said. "For what?" Marilyn asked. "On your marriage." When Marilyn still looked perplexed, he turned to Serena. "She did get married first, didn't she?" "Look, you arrogant son-of-a-bitch, my spell wasn't perfect. She lost her virginity on a date last night, then -- without knowing what she was doing -- wished it back." Serena took Marilyn's arm protectively. "Whatever you were planning, and I think I know what it was, you'll have to put it on hold for a while." The man frowned. "On hold? You don't know the attraction I have for your family's jewels. I've spent damned near an eternity cultivating your women to be beautiful and powerful; I don't intend on being thwarted just because you didn't do your part correctly." He snapped his fingers. Marilyn's clothing vanished again. The man grasped Marilyn by the shoulders, and pushed her down into the chair. "No!" Marilyn shouted. "No!" He reached down and grabbed her calves, and lifted them up. Marilyn slid down in the chair, her butt perched just on the front edge of the seat. The man's clothing flashed into nothingness; his large, purplish cock throbbed into erection. He pushed Marilyn's legs apart. Serena saw Marilyn's pink slit. "Wait! You can't...!" "I can!" he shouted. "And I will!" "No!" Marilyn screamed. He pushed forward, his cockhead squeezing between her labia. "No... no... noooo...!" Marilyn sobbed. With a firm pelvic thrust, he entered her. Marilyn felt her hymen break painfully. Even though she was still wet from Serena's ministrations, she was still not prepared for the size of his cock. It felt as if he were ripping her insides. She screamed. "You're hurting her!" Serena shouted. "Frankly, my dear," the man smirked, "I don't give a ..." He wiggled his hips. "...DAMN!" Serena watched as his cock jerked; he was coming inside the girl. Marilyn whimpered as he withdrew his cock; it was covered with blood and semen. He snapped his fingers; another chair appeared, and he sank into it. Marilyn lay in her chair, sobbing softly. "Don't be sad," the man said. "After all, it is your destiny. Look!" He waved his hand, and the air between them began to glow. Within the glow, Marilyn could see what looked like a ball. From one side, a cloud of what looked like dots with wiggling tails headed for the ball. "This is inside you right now," he said. "That's your egg -- and my sperm. Watch!" The cloud clustered around the ball. Then suddenly, there was a change, almost imperceptible, but the ball was 'different'. "You are now officially pregnant," the man smirked. Marilyn sprang from the chair. "No!" she shouted. She reached up and rubbed her nose. "Never happened!" She heard a scream of frustration before she shimmered away. There was a moment of discontinuity. They were standing in front of the Munster home. The woman smiled. "Serena is fine, dear. Whatever you feel comfortable with." "So where do we start?" Marilyn asked. Serena turned to Lily Munster, who was still standing by the door. "I'll bring her back soon, Lily." She turned back to Marilyn, and waved her hand. "We'll start..." There was a flash of light, and Serena and Marilyn were -- elsewhere. "...here," she said. Marilyn looked into Serena's eyes. "Did you just do what I think you did?" Serena asked. Marilyn nodded. "Brilliant!" Serena grinned. "I wish I'd thought of it." "One thing's bothering me," Marilyn frowned. "When we peeped at those people, it was night... but we started out now -- in the daytime." Serena smiled. "We did a little time travelling. Just minor league stuff compared to centuries or days -- or even dropping back hours to avoid unpleasantries like we just did." Marilyn nodded. "I have an idea," Serena grinned. "I know just the place we ought to visit now." She waved her hand. ........................................................... The space was dark. Marilyn's eyes slowly adjusted, as her ears picked up the sound of soft, feminine voices in conversation. Serena led the way into a softly-lighted area. Marilyn glanced around. She could see nothing beyond the lights -- they must be in the Continuum. All around her were large and small pillows, and draped over the pillows in various positions, were roughly ten women. Marilyn looked at them and noticed that they were of many ages -- and some whom she could not determine their age. Serena leaned closer to her. "This is one of our regular gatherings; what the mortals might call a 'coven', although that's not our term for it." Marilyn nodded. "Are they all... like us?" Serena smiled. "Usually. Sometimes one of the 'girls' will bring a guest, but usually it's just us 'witches'." "What do you do in these gatherings?" There was a glint in Serena's eye as she winked. "Just wait and see." She led Serena to one of the larger pillows, and they sat down. -------------------------------------------------------------------- to be continued! -------------------------------------------------------------------- The Finale coming soon... -------------------------------------------------------------------- public praise: alt.sex.stories.d email: stbush@iglou.com -------------------------------------------------------------------- ========================= Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Path: ix.netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.erols.net!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!uunet!in2.uu.net!192.107.41.5!iglou!iglou1!stbush From: Shelby Bush <stbush@iglou.com> Subject: Celestial Repost D: PORNO TV: "Bewitched - Part 2" X-Sender: stbush@iglou1 X-Nntp-Posting-Host: iglou1 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII X-Nntp-Posting-User: stbush Message-ID: <Pine.GSO.3.95.970225090958.28482D-100000@iglou1> Sender: news@iglou.com (News Administrator) Organization: IgLou Internet Services (1-800-436-4456) Mime-Version: 1.0 Date: Tue, 25 Feb 1997 14:10:41 GMT Lines: 708 -------------------------------------------------------------------- PORNO TV: The Classic Pornographic Television Network Presents: -------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------------------- PORNO TV: The Classic Pornographic Television Network Presents: ____________________________________________________________________ | _ | | |_) . _|_ _ |_ _| | | |_) (Z \/\/ | | (_ | | (Z (_| | | | | (part two) | | | | Original Material Copyright (C) 1996 All Rights Reserved | |____________________________________________________________________| 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. "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. ====================================================================== the end ====================================================================== public praise: alt.sex.stories.d email: stbush@iglou.com ======================================================================