The Addams Family
by Frank Zapper
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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.
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