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Archive name: Adamfam2.txt (mf, Mf, inc, ped)
Authors name: Uncle Mike
Story Title : Addams Family: "Eddie Comes to Visit"
Part 2 of 5

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Wednesday handed the whip to Eddie.  "Your turn," she
said.

Eddie swung the whip.

"Here," Wednesday said, as she held Eddie's wrist hand.
She stood behind him, guiding his arm through a proper
swing.

Eddie felt her body against his, her breath on his
neck, and the warmth of her hand on his.  A stirring
began in his groin.  It was all he could do to con-
centrate on what he was doing.

"Like this," she said, firmly.  The whip flew through
the air,cracking sharply against Pugsley's skin.

"Nnnngh!" gasped Pugsley.  "One more!"

Wednesday stepped back away from Eddie.  He glanced
back at her.  Was that a flush on her face, or was
she just excited from the activity?

He turned his attention back to the matter at hand.
He swung the whip, and it snapped against Pugsley's
bare skin again.

"Unngh!  Good one!"  Pugsley squirmed against the
chain.  "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, help
me..."  Pugsley and Eddie followed her.

Wednesday stepped up onto the foot supports, set
about three feet apart at the bottom of the wheel.
Pugsley wrapped a leather band around her left ankle.
Eddie, following suit, fastened down her right ankle.

She stretched out her arms, gripping pegs that were
set into the wheel.  Pugsley strapped down her left
wrist, and Eddie worked on her right.

"Step back," Pugsley instructed.  He reached up and
grasped the edge of the wheel, and pulled down on it.
The wheel began to turn, Wednesday's body turning with
it, like a large wheel.

"Faster," Wednesday instructed.

Pugsley pulled on the wheel again, and it began to
spin faster.  Eddie watched, fascinated as the girl's
body spun in front of him.  She seemed to be flexing
herself as she spun, but didn't seem to be in pain.

Then Eddie noticed that her dress was starting to work
up her legs. It was over her knees, revealing her white
thighs.

"This is the part I like," Pugsley said, pulling on
the wheel again.

Wednesday's dress continued to move up her body.  It
was almost as if it had a will of its own.  But Eddie
noted, it was Wednesday who was controlling it.  When
she was right-side-up, she had her body pressed against
the wheel, holding her dress still.  But when she was
up-side-down, she pushed away from the wheel, allowing
the dress to slide.

Her white panties were visible now.  They were tight
against her body, revealing the gentle curves of her
body, the split mound between her legs.  Eddie was
mesmerized.

The dress moved on, up her body, settling into a mound
under her arms. Her white belly quivered with 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 screeched
to a halt.   Wednesday was up-side down, her body
revealed to Eddie's hungry eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" Wednesday said, crossly.

"Our guest wanted a better look," Pugsley snickered.

Eddie stepped up closer.  He reached out and touched
Wednesday's mound gently.

"Never seen it before?" Pugsley snickered.

Eddie shook his head.  "My cousin always keeps her
door closed.  I've tried, though."

Wednesday moaned, "Hey, let me up."

"In a minute, Sis."  Pugsley reached over and stroked
Wednesday's thigh.

"No," Wednesday moaned.  "Not like this...  Let me up."

Pugsley's hand moved down her thigh to the nexus of her
legs.  He took hold of Eddie's hand, and pressed his
fingers against Wednesday's panty-covered pussy.

"It's warm," Eddie mumbled.  "And wet."

Pugsley laughed.  "It gets better."

			###

Uncle Fester, behind his wall, stood up and pulled up
his robe, and sat back down.  He gripped his cock and
began to stroke, slowly.

			###

"Let me up," Wednesday pleaded.  "I'll give you...
I'll give you..."

"Give us what?"  Pugsley demanded.

"You know..." Wednesday whimpered.

Pugsley nodded.  "Like last time?"

"Yeah.  Let me up."

Pugsley rotated the wheel.  When she was upright, her
dress fell back down, catching at her hips, hanging
just over her crotch.

Pugsley began to unfasten her feet.  "Remember your
promise," he chided.  Then he unfastened her hand.
Eddie mirrored his actions on her right.

Wednesday rubbed her wrists.  Pugsley stepped back,
and began to unfasten his pants.

Wednesday cocked her head at him.  "Shouldn't our guest
go first?" she asked.

Pugsley glanced over at the blushing Eddie.  "I don't
think he's ready yet," he grimaced.  "Are you, Eddie?"

Eddie, unsure of quite what was going on, shook his
head.

"There, you see?" Pugsley exalted.  "I'm first."

"Okay," Wednesday sighed resignedly.  She turned to
Eddie.  "Watch carefully, Eddie."  Her eye sparkled.
"'Cause you're next."

Pugsley's pants were down around his feet.  He kicked
out of them, then pulled down his underwear.  Eddie
could see his weenie, small but hard, standing straight
up, tight against his body.  There was a thin curl of
dark hair around its base, but barely any scrotum un-
derneath it.

Eddie thought about his own organs; he was built bigger
than Pugsley, he smiled to himself.  And he had a nice
pair of balls hanging under his cock.  All he lacked
was the curl of hair.

Wednesday stepped up to Pugsley and sat down on the
floor in front of him.  She gripped Pugsley's erection
with her hand, and began to pump it slowly.

			###

Uncle Fester, in his dark corner, slowed his own strok-
ing to match the speed of hers.

			###

Pugsley closed his eyes, and tilted his head back.  "I
can do it myself," he told Eddie.  "But it feels so
much better when she does it to me."

Wednesday picked up her pace a little, her hand moving
back and forth on Pugsley's penis, until Pugsley took
a deep breath and held it.

Wednesday leaned forward, placing her lips just on the
tip end of his cock, stroking once more as Pugsley
came.  He grunted, and Wednesday caught his sperm in
her little mouth.

After he had stopped sperting, Pugsley backed away from
her, breathless, until his back was against the whip-
ping post.  He sank to the floor, leaning against the
post.  "Oh so good," he finally breathed.

Wednesday scrambled to her feet and stepped over to a
small cauldron, and spat into it.  She turned to Eddie.
"Are you ready?"

Eddie blinked, blankly.  Something inside him turned,
and he felt a little itchy... a familiar feeling...
"Oh, no!" he thought, "Not now!"

Wednesday stepped up to him, and placed her hand on
the bulge in his pants.  "I think you're ready," she
almost-smiled.  She pulled gently on the waistband of
his pants.  "Take 'em off," she whispered.  "I'll
make it feel good."

Eddie hesitated.  "I've got to go to the bathroom," he
said.

A frown crossed Wednesday's face.  "Now?"

Eddie nodded, nervously.

She pointed at the stairs.  "Up the stairs -- both
sets -- and to the right."

Eddie ran toward the steps.  Wednesday gazed after him,
a strange look in her eyes.

			###

"Nnngh!"  Fester grunted quietly, as a glob of
greenish-white goo gushed out of his organ, landing
on the wall ahead of him.  It glowed in the darkness
of his hiding-place.  It joined several other splashes
of older stuff on the wall.

He reached up and closed the little door silently.  He
turned on his stool and leaned against the side wall,
catching his breath.

"Should be time enough to recover before the other one
comes back," he muttered to himself.

			###

Gomez stood beside his wife's peacock chair.  He heard
footsteps running up the stone stairs, then the 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!"  He
grabbed at her hand.

Morticia pulled it away from his lips.  "Yiddish, dear.
Or German."

"Close enough," Gomez leered.

"Are you man enough?"  Morticia leered back.  "Are you
truly?"

Gomez roared.  A friendly, lusty, happy roar.  He
reached down and slipped an arm under Morticia's knees,
and the other under her shoulders.  She put her arms
around his neck as he lifted her.

"I'll show you who's man enough!" he shouted.  He
carried her out the door and up the stairs toward the
master bedroom.

			###

Eddie looked in the bathroom mirror.  His feeling was
right -- he was growing hair.

"I forgot about the full moon," he whined.

He watched himself in the mirror as his nose turned
dark and lengthened.  Fine, dark hair formed on each
side of the nose, and spread quickly across his face.

He looked down at his hands; they too were rapidly
covering with fur.

He scrambled out of his clothing; no need to ruin
another set of clothes.  He stashed the clothes behind
the waste basket under the sink, and before he comp-
letely lost the use of his fingers, he opened the
bathroom door a crack.

He put his front paws up on the sink and looked at
himself again in the mirror.  He shook his head sadly.
"Why now?" he thought, "just as I was about to get..."
The wolf-cub in the mirror didn't offer any answer.

There was a sound in the hallway; someone was roaring.

He nudged the door open with his nose and glanced down
the hall.  Mr. Addams was carrying his wife upstairs.
Glancing both ways, he slipped out the door, and headed
for the front door.

He jumped up and put a paw on the doorknob. It wouldn't
turn under his pads.

"Eddie?"  A voice behind him -- down the hall.  He slid
over into the shadows and looked back.

Wednesday had come upstairs looking for him.  He looked
at her with a touch of sadness, remembering what was
under that long dress of hers. Involuntarily, he whined.

"Eddie?"  Wednesday looked into the open door of the
bathroom, then followed the sound of the canine whine.

Conntinued in paat 3...

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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!!  You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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