The Addams Family

by Frank Zapper

It was a dark and stormy night, but then it always was at the Addams's place. A perpetual rain cloud hung overhead complete with occasional lightning and thunder. The nearby neighbors actually preferred it when a good loud storm rolled through - then they couldn't hear the strange chilling noises that otherwise carried over and through the high, thick thorny hedges around the huge place: noises that sounded like multiple moans rising in an odd chant, like deep throaty roars that gradually degenerated into insane giggling, or like children screaming. Wierd sudden smoke or brilliant brief flames would sometimes accompany these frequent occurences.

Then there were the other strange goings on in the vicinity. Such as the beautiful young newlyweds who had bought the old brownstone next door. After they had remodeled and turned it into a minor mansion they introduced themselves to everyone in the neighborhood (even the very strange Addams'), charming everyone and throwing a fabulous house warming party. Not long thereafter they seemed to go on a sudden vacation and hadn't been seen since.

Their lonely dog howled constantly after this, along with his canine neighbors who had howled this same way as long as anyone could remember. An unusual number of bugs, bats, and rats seemed to inhabit the area drawing an equally unusual number of cats, owls, snakes and other predators. No one new how long it had been this way. Even the elders said that their elders knew it no differently. But that's only to be expected : no one remembers the Salem witches anymore, either.

What little of the house that could be seen from the street or sidewalk looked unbelievably ancient. An architect could make out samples of every style he had ever studied, and many he hadn't, thrown together like a jigsaw. The path leading up to the creaking, sagging porch was of uneven cobbles with unruly wild rose bushes reaching out to hook and entangle the careless. Strangely, blossoms and buds littered the path, neatly clipped at the base. The only parts left growing were the snarled snaggly thorny stems and gnarled roots desperately trying to claw into the ground.

I suddenly knew that I had gradually been drawn to this one eternal point in space as if by some hitherto unknown soul-magnet without even realizing it. My long dead self had been attracted to this one place across the vast face of the continent. After my long lecherous, voyeuristic, and varied journey I suddenly felt at home. My entire ectoplasmic being was throbbing and pulsing with this sudden realization.

I drifted up the broken walk reaching hands out to either side, caressing the bushes. I sighed deeply, as one does when returning home after a long time away. The trees and bushes swayed in reply, even though there was no wind. The moon came out from behind the swirling, blowing evening clouds for just a moment, smiled at me, and retreated. As I reached the door a gentle distant thunder urged me on to whatever awaited inside.

Rather than materialize, I drifted through the massive doors and stopped just inside. Sitting in a gigantic rattan chair was a beautiful woman. She faced directly toward me, with her hands resting on the arms of the chair, her eyes closed. I moved near to her. Her hair was glossy deep black, straight as a violin string. It splayed across her shoulders and breasts, hanging all the way to her waist. Her eyes were closed. Her skin was as white as alabaster, contrasting perfectly with her hair and black dress. Her skin was smooth and flawless, showing not even a trace of a crease or wrinkle. It was impossible to tell her age.

Ahhh, the dress! Black and glossy as her hair, it hugged her tall very slim body, sheer as a thin sheen of sweat, so that no imagination was required to visualize the small delicate nipples punctuating her perfect breasts. It was obvious she didn't wear underclothes. The indentation of her navel was apparent, even the hollows in her ass cheeks could not hide. Looking lower, Her lap seemed strangely full. The dress flowed down her legs and writhed across the floor around her feet like tentacles.

As I watched, a smile lifted the corners of her bright red lips. So she was alive, after all! I hadn't been sure.

Her mouth opened, releasing an "Ahh!" and revealing utterly perfect small white teeth and a delicate pink tongue.

"Oh, Thing! You know just how a lady likes it!"

As I watched, the strange shape in her lap collapsed so that her smooth pussy hair could be seen under the dress. She closed her legs tightly, rubbing her thighs together.

I heard something that sounded like a thump on the floor, then a disembodied hand skittered from under her dress and ran across the floor directly beneath me. If I had been materialized I would have jumped so violently that I would have had to scrape myself off the ceiling! I turned around just in time to see "Thing" disappear at the top of the stairs.

I had seen ghostly disembodied parts before but they were always dying ectoplasmic remnants of life force resulting from mutilation, accidental or otherwise. They weren't corporeal and evaporated quickly once they realized they no longer had a body or soul to be a part of. On the other hand *that* Thing was alive!

Looking back toward the woman I saw that she had opened her eyes. And beautiful eyes they were, too! Deep dark brown, framed by black lashes, they were the most dreamily sensual eyes I had ever beheld. She didn't see me, of course. I was still in spirit mode.

As I admired her and felt a stirring in my jaded sexuality, a man entered the front door and crossed over to her. In contrast to the woman, he was very average looking. Average height, average weight, average mustache, average wool suit, average shoes: totally average. You could meet this guy a million times and not remember his name!

"Ah, Morticia!" He exclaimed, kneeling in front of her. She extended her arm and he began kissing the back of her hand in a most elegant, european way.

"I've missed you so!"

"And you're so sweet, Gomez. I missed you too. I've been waiting all day just for you."

What is this? The Brady Bunch? I thought to myself.

"Oh, 'Ticia! You haven't been out of my thoughts for a second." he declared. He moved his kissing from the back of her hand and began working his way up her arm.

Kissing her through the nearly non-existent dress he began suddenly, passionately, working his lips up her arm to her delicate throat with an enthusiastic "M. M. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mmm!"

Morticia raised her head to one side giving him better access to her throat and wrapped her arms around his neck as he seemed to apply a serious hicky. After a minute they broke, gazing into each other's eye's as though in a mesmerism contest.

Morticia slipped her dress off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to floor. Sheer as it was, it drifted fluidly down her body to puddle on the floor around her feet. Totally exposed, her perfect black pussy hair was clearly damp. Her small, erect nipples were a delicate pink. Cher had nothing on this lady!

Gomez, still apparently under a spell, didn't move as she reached down to unbuckle his belt, unsnap then unzip his pants, and drop them to the floor. Does anybody in this place own underwear?

She gracefully dropped to her knees in front of Gomez, her eyes glinting. Then I noticed that this guy had two dicks! Two perfectly formed (and average) penises were located one above the other about 2 inches apart, complete with balls and quite erect. Maybe he wasn't so average after all!

Morticia took the upper penis in her mouth, sucking lustily and at the same time tickled the lower penis and balls with a strand of her hair. After a minute she switched penises, reversing the treatment. Gomez responded by moaning loudly, VERY loudly, getting louder and louder as they continued. Morticia did the same, but her moans were muffled by the dick in her mouth. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have TWO dicks being stimulated - one being tickled by her hair, the other tickled by her suckling and the vibrations of her moans, both at the same time. The thought immediately made my dick as big as a house (figuratively speaking).

Without a word, Morticia suddenly got up and turned around. Resting her hands on the on the arms of the chair, she kneeled with her head down, her hair hiding her face, with her ass stuck out. What an incredibly beautiful ass and pussy! Delicate pink pussy lips surrounded by profoundly black, smooth pussy hair. So far as I could tell, her pussy had never been touched, so pink and perfect it was (except for the obvious drooling wetness of her arousal)! And above that was an equally virgin asshole. My ethereal penis began to ooze.

Gomez dropped to his knees behind her, lowering his face to the glorious crack of her ass. Holding her ass cheeks in his hands, he began licking her ass and pussy like a puppy with long wet strokes from her clit to her asshole, especially her asshole which he flicked with the very tip of his tongue. He sucked and licked for a while, concentrating on the bung. Now it was Morticia's turn to be heard and Gomez' turn to be muzzled. Morticia began squirming her ass from side to side, moaning loudly. He bit her on the ass leaving two small punctures that dripped blood, which he greedily licked and sucked. Looking closer I noticed traces of nearly healed similar punctures - the only imperfections to be seen on her smooth white body.

"Now, Gomez, NOW!" she screamed.

Gomez got up on his knees, arranged his drooling dicks so that one could enter her pussy, the other her asshole - a perfect fit. Grasping her by the shoulders, he savagely plunged both of them into her all the way up to the hilt with a deafening howl and began thrusting with a vicious rapid rhythm! Morticia matched his howls with her own high pitched rythmic screams. Gomez grabbed a fistful of her hair in one hand and a fistful of her hip in the other and began jerking her onto him as hard and as fast as as he could. I could hear the slapping and slurping of their union despite their vocalizations. Morticia reached her hand up between her legs and began grinding her clit with her fingers, screaming even louder. The noise reached a shrieking crescendo. Their motions became even more violent! Lord, it was like wildcats mating multipied by a million!

Since they were occupied I decided it was safe to materialize my hard penis and my hand and began jerking off to match their rapid rythm. As they came, the moans and screams began to decrease in frequency (but not in intensity). Then, I came, harder than I had for at least a millenium. Not since Caligula's Rome had things been so HOT! My ectoplasmic cum sprayed everywhere, floating gently on the air once it left it's source. After a long series of wrenching orgasmic throbs and squirts I was sated and dematerialized my parts.

Gomez' and Morticia's noise had subsided to a soft mutual purring just before they separated. Gomez stood, still panting, and drew up his trousers and smoothed his hair. Morticia rose to her feet and turned around even more radiant than before, cum streaming down her thighs and an expreession like Mona Lisa on her face. She stepped over to where her dress was puddled on the floor and it seemed to crawl up her body without any assistance from her.

She sat back in her chair, smiling smugly. A quizzical look crossed her face as she noticed my cloud of jiz drifting toward her with the breeze.

"How odd. What's this?" she asked, reaching a finger out to touch one of the larger droplets. When she made contact it sorbed to her skin, almost seeming to leap for her. She smelled it curiously.

"Why, it smells like cum!" She exclaimed.

"Tastes like it, too! Sort of like Cum Lite!" She said, greedily sucking her finger. "Not bad!" She began dabbing more of it.

Gomez did the same. "By George, I believe you're right, 'Ticia." he agreed. "Makes me horny, too! Let's do it again!"

"Oh, dear Gomez. You are such a hopeless romantic!"

I decided to explore the upstairs while they went for a repeat performance.

Chapter 2

Drifting up the stairway I found a long hall with many doors. Cobwebs filled the corners, the spidery architects large and fat. The house looked even larger from the inside than out - like a castle! I paused to listen and could hear not only Gomez and Morticia starting up anew below me, but a very soft weeping from the next level above - the attic. First things first, though, I thought, and entered the first door on the right.

I found a very young girl lying on her bed, apparently asleep. It was obvious she was Morticia's daughter: similar features, slim, black hair, very white smooth skin. Her glossy black hair was in pigtails and her dress was of black velvet, a blowsy schoolgirl's dress that fell to just below her knees. Her hands were clasped across her belly just beneath her small breasts.

Lying on top of the red satin bedspread, she might have been a child's coffin advertisement, but I knew better by now. Since she didn't move, I thought about materializing a hand to raise her garment for a better view (I figured *she* didn't have any underwear, either). Before I could, though, here came Thing climbing up the bedcovers like some kind of spelunking cliff climber!

Thing paused after reaching mattress level, its pointing finger scoping things out like some kind of strange submarine. Then, Thing jumped up to her thigh and 'walked' up her leg to the hem of her dress. Kicking the dress ahead of 'him', he uncovered her nearly hairless pussy where just a few curls of black hair had begun to appear high up on her mons pubis. She stirred in her sleep and spread her legs slightly farther apart.

Thing jumped from her thigh, falling onto his 'back' between her legs close to her snatch and reached up his thumb to massage her clitty. She sighed quietly and spread her legs even more, giving Thing full access. Given more room, Thing scooted forward, still massaging the girl's clit area gently with his thumb. In her sleep, the young girl began to moan softly and gently squirm and thrust her hips.

Thing reached the ball of his thumb lower to slide it up and down her virginal slit, picking up a generous portion of the slimy wetness she had now secreted, and scooted forward a little further on his 'back' to apply it to her clit with his thumb, more forcefully now in a circular motion. At the same time he began to, ever so slowly, work his middle finger into her small hole. She responded by spreading her legs all the way apart and pulling the top of her dress down to uncover her tiny pointed breasts. Thing was in up to the knuckle, now.

Definitely her mother's daughter, her cone-shaped tits were topped by small delicate, erect, even *sharp*, light pink nipples. Not fully developed yet, her breasts were pointy even while she lay on her back. She reached both hands up to squeeze, rub, and stimulate them and began to toss her head from side to side with passion, panting.

As if taking a cue, Thing began working her clit even harder with his thumb while starting to work his pointer finger into her pussy. Her small pussy was stretched by the two fingers. The girl began to buck her hips, taking Thing for a ride! Thing was hanging on gamely, curling up his fingers inside the girl to hang on. Bucking her hips now, Thing was being thrown forward and back like rodeo bronco buster. When she threw him forward his thumb bumped and stroked her clit while on the backward ride he curled up his fingers inside of her pressing on her G-spot. I envied the beautifully groomed hand!

"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" She said! (No way could she be asleep now, I thought.)

"Uhhh! UUhhhh! UUUUUHHHHHhhh! AAAAAhhhhhh!!!" She cried!

Thing was stimulating her as much as he could, now! The girl was very wet. Getting a little slippery and hard to hang on, Thing curled up more tightly, applying even more stimulation to her clit and G-spot. She was forcefully rubbing and squeezing her tiny breasts, the nipples and aureola projected out like small fleshy cones. The scene was so intensely erotic I almost came just watching.

Then she came, bucking her hips violently and screaming wildy! She was in the throes of her orgasm for a full minute, emitting a piercing scream with each thrust of her hips, throwing her head from side to side! The violent bucking slowed and a mottled blush spread down from her face and neck across her breasts. She'd stopped screaming but was still gasping.

Thing let her down slowly, continuing to gently massage her internally and externally, as if trying to rub his thumb and fingers together through her pussy. She continued to move back and forth, leisurely now. The girl gradually slowed till she was still again and seemed to have fallen back asleep.

Thing scooted back, disengaging himself from the soaking wet pussy, completely covered with her cum. "Standing" up, he gave her slit one last loving caress with his middle finger, walked slowly to the edge of the bed and disappeared over the edge with a thump.

What more surprises awaited me in this house?

Chapter 3

Floating back down the stairs to the living room I found that Gomez and 'Ticia had departed. The door in the back the room led to the kitchen, which reminded me of nothing else but a medieval castle. The walls were constructed of large stones. In one wall was a huge fireplace with a large couldron suspended from an iron hook over the fire. The food smelled good but I don't eat much these days. In another wall a stone doorway framed a set of stairs leading down. Intrigued, I started down the stone stairs. A few feet down the passageway was carved from solid stone. Its incalculable age was shown by the deep smooth groove worn in the center of the tread. After a turn or two the light dwindled to nothing. After several more turns in the passage and a long way down the air became cool, the walls damp. The way was dimly lit by phosphorescent growth on the walls.

Unexpectedly, I encountered a heavy wooden door secured by an iron bolt. Passing through the door I entered a room lit by oil lamps set in niches in the walls. In front of me a beautiful girl lay asleep on her side, her legs drawn up in the fetal position, naked except for a wedding ring. She was sleeping on a thick horsehair blanket, like a carriage blanket (scratchy but no doubt much better than the stone floor). A short chain led from manacles on her wrists to an iron ring in the floor.

Her hair was long and blond. She was slender, her breasts small and firm. I kneeled to better appreciate her charms: the pink nipples adorning her shapely breasts, the fine hair on her abdomen and legs, the pink slit peeking out from between the back of her thighs. I materialized my hand and reached down to gently stoke and spread her labia. Slipping my finger gently into her love tunnel caused her to stir in her sleep. She was smooth and tight, undoubtedly a fabulous fuck.

Taking in the rest of the chamber I saw a young man, also naked, at the other end of the room. He was secured to an upright wooden frame by wide leather straps at his wrists and ankles. Apparently asleep, he snored quietly, his head fallen forward to rest on his chest. His features were very handsome, at least as far as I could tell with his eyes blindfolded. His body was magnificent, reminding me of a Soloflex ad or an olympic swimmer. I wondered what kind of exercise one would use to develop such a well built penis. Looking closer I saw he wore a wedding ring that matched the girl's.

Just then I heard the bolt thrown back on the door and a short rotund man carrying an oil lamp entered followed by a giant carrying a small chest. The short man wore a green monk's robe secured by a rope around his ample waist. His face was white as paste, the eyes set deep in dark sockets. An idiotic smile adorned his face, displaying gapped teeth.

The large man wore a tuxedo. His grim face was pale, the eyes dull and lifeless. His head brushed the ceiling. About 7 feet tall, I judged.

"See, Lurch? Gomez brought home some new toys!" the short man said with a lispy giggle.

Lurch's only reply a long, deep, rumbling "Uh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h" which echoed from the hard walls like thunder.

"Who's there?" demanded the blindfolded young man, awake now.

"It's just Uncle Fester, my friend. Don't be alarmed." replied Fester.

Now the girl was awake, too, and spoke: "Please let us go! I promise we won't tell anyone! Please! We have lots of money! We'll pay you! PLEASE!"

"Ah, my dear! You are more precious than any amount of money! And I've brought you a very special treat. Let me show you." said Fester, setting lamp in an empty niche.

Motioning Lurch to set down the chest, Fester opened it to remove a box with several knobs connected by tubes and wires to a strange contraption formed of pliable rubber. It was roughly 12 inches long, saddle shaped and smooth on one side where the connections were made, but possessing strange protuberances on the other. Three straps were attached.

"This is a new invention of mine." began Fester "I call it the Superanal Graffenberg Hyperclitoral Orgasmitron. Since it is designed for the female of the species I am unable to test it personally, you see, so you will have the indescribable pleasure of evaluating its effectiveness."

The girl stared.

"It works like this." Fester continued. "This is the phallic projection. Its breadth and length are infinitely adjustable by means of hydraulics. In fact, it can also be made to vibrate at any frequency and amplitude by this means. Near its base you will notice the small corrugated Graffenberg stimulator, also hydraulically actuated. This small hole here above the phallus sucks in the clitoris which is also stimulated by suckling hydraulic pulsations. This lower phallus is the anal projection. They are quite small now, but watch!"

Fester flipped a switch on the box and it began to hum. Holding the rubber contraption with one hand he turned a knob with the other and the phallic projection elongated smoothly to about 10 inches, still only about 1/2 inch wide. Twisting another knob caused it to swell to about 2 inches in diameter. It was a perfect simulation of a human penis, even possessing a slight upward curve.

"Now watch this!" said Fester proudly. "This is the amplitude control."

The penis began to throb and twitch in a most lifelike manner. The girl's eyes opened wide. Further adjustments caused the throb to increase to grotesque dimensions. Then a further adjustment increased the speed of the throbbing higher and higher until it entered the audible range and began to hum loudly. The speed combined with the magnitude of throbbing combined forcefully, making the contraption hard to hold. The clit sucker started slurping obscenely, vibrating vigorously. The girl's hand went to her mouth, her eyes now displaying terror.

"You get idea I think." said Fester, giggling crazily "but that's not all! The Orgasmitron also has an enhanced automatic mode incorporating an RS4000 microprocessor. Inputs from the Orgasmitron provide feedback on various physiological and psychological parameters. This feedback is input to an artificial intelligence algorithm programmed to maximize sexual stimulation. The result is non-repetitive action which prevents numbing or extinction of the sexual nerve inputs and it also automatically adjusts the physical dimensions to compensate for orgasmic changes in the sexual organs. The effects are quite profound. Sound interesting?"

"No, No!" the girl screamed, trying to back away.

"Try it, you'll like it!" lisped Fester.

At a nod from Fester Lurch grabbed the struggling girl's ankles and dragged her to the limit of her chain while spreading her legs. Still struggling, she was no more than a rag doll in his huge hands. Fester crouched over her and installed the device. He enlarged the phalli enough so that they could be inserted into the appropriate orifices and tightened the straps firmly.

With Lurch still holding her ankles, Fester returned to the box, flipped another switch and stood back. At first nothing much seemed to happen. The girl closed her eyes and relaxed somewhat, pausing to catch her breath.

Then her eyes flew open wide, she gasped loudly. The phallic projections swelled to fill her, throbbing slowly at first, and the clit sucker took her in. Her hips bucked. The vibrations could be heard now, the various parts of the apparatus changing pitch independently in a seemingly random manner. The noise slowly increased in pitch and volume as the Orgasmitron began to optimize. The girl moaned, rolled her head and eyes back, then arched her back up off the floor. A long throaty growl left her throat as eyes closed, then opened, glazed, staring at the ceiling.

Her fine nipples erected, she began gasping and swiveled her hips in a lewd manner. Now she added squirming to her motions, moving like a horizontal belly dancer. Her whole body was an intensely sexual organ, entering the throes of orgasm. She violently thrust her hips forward again and again as if meeting a demon lover's thrusts.

Lurch let go of her ankles and dropped his pants to reveal an immense organ, 14 inches at least! He began to stroke it with his huge hands, his eyes riveted on the girl as she added screams to her pelvic rhythms.

Fester raised the front of his robe, tucking it into the rope around his waist, and likewise began stroking his tool. "It works! It works!" he shrieked.

The girl began rolling on the floor, occasionally emitting an "Oh, God! Oh, God!" when she could catch enough breath. The machine turned up yet another notch and she lay on her back, eyes glazed, gasping desperately, her legs spread, and just shuddered as orgasm after orgasm washed over her. Her nipples and aureola had swollen so that they protruded. She was covered with sweat and a wet puddle of girl cum formed under her hips.

After some time like this she began to shake uncontrollably, spattering pussy juice everywhere. The machine turned up yet another notch, its noise echoing in the stone chamber. She spasmed, jerked and flopped, spittle now drooling down her cheek. The machine's pulsations were now powerful enough that they could be seen propagating in waves through her abdomen and up through her glistening breasts. As the waves echoed through her body they interacted to form standing waves with nodes concentrated at her nipples, clit, G-spot, and anus. She went stiff, catatonic, immersed completely in a universe that was one cataclysmic never-ending orgasm. She WAS an orgasm.

"Well, we don't want to kill her, do we?" said Fester, as he switched off the machine.

The girl rolled her eyes in Fester's direction. "Please, no! I want more! Don't ever turn it off!" she gasped weakly.

Fester smiled broadly. Lurch reached down and tore the contraption from her. She was soaked with her own juices. Her pussy pulsed visibly, swollen from unbelievably intense arousal. Lurch lowered himself over her and placed the fist sized head of his penis against her vulva. She strained against the chain to reach him and take him in. Lurch began to push into her with thunderous "Uh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h". A short time ago I would never have believed it would fit. But now, her pussy wet with juice and loosened by the Orgasmitron, the head of his penis pushed in. As he began to thrust he gradually worked in deeper, the girl trying to writhe against his body for more stimulation, wrapping her legs around his back. She began to buck against him, now almost completely hidden under him, her legs still wrapped around his buttocks.

After a short while the girl was approaching another orgasm as Lurch approached his own. As he came he suddenly stopped his rapid powerful thrusts, his face distorted in a mask of ecstasy.

"I can feel it squirt! I can feel it squirt!" screamed the girl shuddering into her own climax. Lurch began to thrust and grunt with each ejaculation. They seemed to go on like this forever, The huge man filled her to overflowing with cum, the excess spilling out of her. He came so powerfully that I could see it squirt out of her around his dick and run down her buttocks to pool on the blanket. Man this giant must have put out a gallon of jiz! Finally, they were done.

Lurch rose. The girl was still weakly begging "More, please! More!", but I could see that after being ravished by Lurch (to say nothing of the Orgasmitron) she was going to need some rest before a mere mortal (well, former mortal) could satisfy her.

Lurch grabbed her thighs, his hands large enough to completely encircle each of them and picked her up like a toy. Holding her upside down like this he began to use his tougue (so large it reminded me of a cow's tongue at the supermarket) to lick and tickle her pussy. He thrust his tongue deep inside and wiggled it around. He lapped her like a dog. He covered her entire pussy/ass crack with his mouth and sucked. She responded with "Yes! Yes! Yes!" to each ministration.

Wow, this house was a veritable garden of unearthly delights!

As I started back up the stairs I looked back and saw Fester on his knees in front of the young man, fellating him while one finger was inserted in the man's anus. Ah, well. Different strokes, etc.