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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.

The Munsters appeared on network television in 1964, and ran only two

Herman was the Frankenstien monster, Lily his vampire wife, Eddie
their werewolf son. Grampa was Count Dracula. Their niece, Marilyn,
was the only "normal-looking" member of the family; to them, she was

But the Munsters were a friendly, fun-loving family; the "horror"
element was played largely for laughs. Meals were made in a cauldron.
Their "telephone booth" was a wall-mounted coffin. Eddie's
fire-breathing pet lived under the stairs (and was never seen).

Herman was played by the late Fred Gwynne, Lily was Yvonne DeCarlo,
Grampa was Al Lewis (paired again with Gwynne, because they had both
been in "Car 54 Where Are You?") and Eddie was Butch Patrick. Marilyn
was first played by Beverly Owen, who left the series early on to get
married, and was replaced by Pat Priest.

The series inspired a theatrical movie with the original cast,
"Munsters Go Home", and a revival tv-movie (with a new Eddie and
Marilyn). Recently, there was a revival series with a completely new
cast, and even later, another tv-movie.

The theme music was an instrumental on the show, but there were words
written by the show's producer, Robert Mosher. The vocal version of
the song was released only on a children's album. Years later, an
adult Butch Patrick released an album that contained a different
version of the lyrics, which was titled "Whatever Happened to Eddie?".
The first set of lyrics is what I've listed below.


When you are walking the street at night,
And behind you there's no-one in view.
But you hear mysterious feet at night,
Then the Munsters are following you.

If you should meet this strange family,
Just forget what some people have said.
The Munsters may shake your hand clammily,
But they're not necessarily dead.

Behind their house you mustn't be afraid
To see a figure digging with a spade,
Perhaps someone didn't quite make the grade
With the Munsters, with the Munsters.

If when you're sleeping you dream a lot,
Ghoulish nightmares parade thru your head.
And then you wake up and scream a lot
Oh, the Munsters are under your bed.

At midnight if creatures should prowl about,
And if vampires and vultures swoop down,
And werewolves and fiends shriek and howl about,
Well, the Munsters are out on the town.

One night I dared peek thru their window screen.
My hair turned white at such a crazy scene
Because every evening is Halloween,
At the Munsters, at the Munsters.

(Don't blame me, I didn't write it!)


By the way, one of the things we used to do when I was a kid was
discuss what would happen if different tv series got mixed up. Like,
who was more powerful, Jeannie or Samantha? (Jeannie was more
powerful, but Samantha could probably out-smart her.) This story is
the first in a cross-over set, as you'll see.


The Munsters: "An Evening, In and Out"
It was a dark and stormy night at 1313 Mockingbird Drive. But then,
it was ALWAYS a dark and stormy night at the home of Herman and Lily

Grampa stood by the front windows, staring out at the driving rain.

"What a wonderful night," sighed Grampa.

"Isn't it?" smiled Lily, who had slipped up behind Grampa.

"I think I'll go out and hang out with the guys down at the
courthouse," Grampa grinned. "There's a lovely bell-tower there."

"That would be nice," Lily smiled at him. "Eddie's spending the night
with the Addamses, and Marilyn's out on a date."

"She has a date?" Grampa mused. "Poor girl doesn't go out much."

Lily smiled sadly. "Well, at least I hope she has a good time. Give
my regards to the boys in the belfry."

Grampa touched her cheek affectionately, and walked to the front door.
He opened it and stepped out onto the front porch. Lily watched as he
squared his shoulders, tugged at his cummerbund, and transformed
himself into a bat. Flapping his wings, he flew off into the full

Lily smiled up at the face of the moon, peeking out from behind the
dark clouds. "I hope Eddie doesn't get too rambunctious tonight," she

She stepped back into the house, and pushed the huge door shut behind
her. She glided down the short hallway past the stairs into the dusty
living room.
Herman Munster sat on the huge sofa in the living room. He frowned as
he perused the headlines in the newspaper. He looked up as Lily

"Lily," he said, a half-smile on his face, "I thought you were going
to have a woman come in and dust."

Lily cocked her head. "I did," she murmured.

Herman set down his newspaper and pounded the arm of the sofa. A
cloud of dust raised into the air and slowly settled back.

"You call this dust?" Herman asked. "When I want dust, I mean DUST!"

Lily laughed, and Herman joined in.

"It's very quiet tonight," Herman commented.

"We're all alone in the house tonight," Lily said, in a low tone of

"Alone?" Herman's eyes sparkled. "Well, what do you say we go
upstairs and hook up the old electrodes?"

"Exactly what I had in mind," Lily murmured, draping herself against
Herman's arm.


The bell tower over the old courthouse was dark; the city wasted no
money on lights for the old clock; besides, it was broken.

The bat circled the tower once, then glided into the small window. It
fluttered up to the wooden truss under the stone ceiling. Several
other bats were also hanging from the beam.

"Hi, Bruce," said Grampa's voice. "Hi, Dick. Barbara, you're looking
lovely tonight." The other bats sidled over, giving him room to land.

There was a quiet puff of smoke, and Grampa transformed back into
human form, hanging upside-down by his knees from the wooden support.
"Marvelous evening," he said, smiling contentedly.


The car drove down the country lane, its headlights swallowed by the
darkness of the trees.

"Where are we going?" Marilyn asked.

"You said you didn't want to go to that party," Irvin said, pushing
his glasses up on his nose.

"But that doesn't answer my question."

"I thought you meant you wanted to be alone." Irvin 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..."

Irvin 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.

Irvin grinned again, and drove on through the woods.


Herman made an unusually graceful move; he turned slowly, gathering
Lily up into his arms, cradling her like a baby. Her arms wrapped
around his neck, she kissed his cheek.

He turned his head to meet her second kiss with his lips. They kissed
long and hard until Herman started walking toward the staircase.

He carried her upstairs, and paused a moment at the closed door to
their bedroom.

Herman puzzled a moment, debating with himself which hand he needed to
free in order to open the door.

Lily smiled. "Wait," she whispered. She barely waved her hand; the
latch clicked, and the door swung open. Herman carried her into the
room, and the door closed behind them.


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. She slid
over on the seat next to him.

Irving snickered. He dropped his arm down around Marilyn's shoulders.

Marilyn looked up into his face.

Irving pushed up his glasses.

Marilyn licked her lips gently.

Irving pushed up his glasses again.

Marilyn reached up and took his glasses off. She set them on the
dashboard, then reached up and put a hand on each side of his face.
She pulled him gently toward her until their lips met.

Marilyn's lips parted, and her tongue darted out to brush Irving's
lips. After a moment's hesitation, his mouth opened too. He
tentatively extended his tongue until it met hers.

Marilyn felt an almost-electrical tingle as their tongues slid over
and around each other. Her chest was tightening; her nipples
distended, pressing almost painfully against her clothing.

She could feel his breath quickening as well. She broke the kiss
while wrapping her arms around Irving's neck, pulling him against her.

Irving's breath was hot against her neck as he nuzzled her, then
another sensation as Irving's hands moved down her back, exploring the
contours of her spine.

Marilyn used her fingers to twirl circles in Irving's short-cropped

Irving's fingers were exploring the line of Marilyn's bra through her
clothing. Marilyn felt his fingers sliding from her back around to
her side under her arm.

She eased her embrace a little bit, allowing his hand to move more
around front. He was very gentle, but insistent, as his hand cupped
her clothed breast.

Marilyn gasped slightly as he squeezed her breast gently.

Irving paused a moment, but Marilyn's lips sought his again. As they
kissed, Irving began to squeeze her breast rhythmically.

Marilyn broke the kiss again. She whispered into Irving's ear, "Isn't
there more room in the back seat?"

Irving whispered back, "I've a better idea."


Grampa yawned and stretched, still hanging from his perch in the

"Well, fellas," he said, "I think I'll go stretch my wings."

The other bats chattered away as Grampa transformed again and
fluttered out the window.


Herman set Lily back on her feet. She glided away from him, spinning
slowly on her toes.

Her skirts began to billow as she spun, rising slowly, revealing her
shapely legs.

Herman grinned as he watched.

Lily spun, her dress loosening, flowing wider and wider as her spin
sped up. She raised her arms over her head, and the dress flew up,
hovering like a spinning top over her head.

She stopped short, poised on her tiptoes, with her arms stretched over
her head. Her long, black hair whipped around her, barely covering
her firm, full breasts with the pale, pink nipples.

Herman's eyes drifted down her body; her stomach was firm and flat,
leading to a mound just above her black, straight pubic hair. Her
pubes were neatly trimmed into a bat-like shape.

Lily paused under the spinning, hovering dress, an inviting expression
on her face.

The dress began to drift downward. Herman lashed out, sweeping his
wife into his arms as the dress fell to the floor.

He kissed her, hard, as his hands roamed over her body, touching her
breasts and sides and hips and ass.

After a few moments, Lily slipped away again, leaping lithely away.

"You have too many clothes on, my dear," she warbled from the other
side of the bed.

Herman began to fumble with his clothes, pulling them off with no
gentleness. He soon stood on his side of the bed naked, his flaccid
manhood -- and a big one it was, too -- hanging in front of him.

Lily shook her head. "Wherever the Doctor found that..." she mumbled.

"Let's just not go to the Kentucky Derby," Herman grinned.


Irving gathered up a blanket from the back of his car, and closed the
trunk. He took Marilyn's hand and led her to the brink of the cliff.

They stood a moment at the edge of the rocks, looking over the edge.
Marilyn gazed at the lights below. "It really is a marvelous night,"
she breathed.

Irving tugged at her hand. Marilyn turned, and saw what Irving had
been looking for. There was a narrow pathway just over the edge of
the cliff.

"This way," Irving whispered. He stepped over the cliff-edge onto the

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Marilyn followed him.


Grampa flapped his wings, then extended them in a glide, swooping
around the bell-tower.

"Yeee-hah!" he exalted.

He loved to fly in the moonlight -- it reminded him of the old days,
long before he and the other members of the family had moved here from
the old Country.

Below him was a small park; under the streetlights were benches, and
all of them were empty.

Grampa flapped a little higher, and swooped again around to the north
end of the park. There below him was an unlit streetlight. The bench
below was occupied.

"A young couple is taking advantage of the darkness to do a little
necking," Grampa thought. "Necking... ah, yes..."

Grampa swooped again, and lighted at the top of a nearby tree. He
hung by his feet in his bat-form, watching the young people below.


Lily climbed up on the huge bed, and slid over to the headboard. She
opened a panel on the headboard, revealing a handwheel. She turned
the wheel, and a set of electrical cables dropped down from the
ceiling. Each cable was equipped with a clamp, like a set of jumper

Lily sat back on her heels, and crooked her finger at Herman, who
climbed up onto the bed with her.

He too sat on his heels. Lily reached over and gripped his organ
holding it in her hand like a rubber firehose.

With her free hand, she attached the electrical cables, one on each
side, to the electrodes on the sides of Herman's neck.

She bent forward and kissed Herman's cockhead gently, then
straightened up again, reaching over to throw closed a large
knife-switch next to the handwheel.

There was a whine as distant machinery sprang to life. Lily opened
another panel, revealing a meter and a black bakelite knob. A light
slowly began to glow behind the meter, and the needle began to move

Lily turned the knob slowly.

Herman's organ began to engorge, and grow stiff in her other hand.

Lily examined the effect, then adjusted the knob again.

"mmmmm" Herman moaned. "mmmmMMMM"

His penis grew more erect, filling up, lifting tautly in Lily's hand.

Lily bent forward and kissed it again, her tongue darting lightly
around Herman's glans.

"Oh, Baby," Herman gasped. "Oh!"

Lily moved closer, wrapping her arms around Herman's neck, she pulled
herself up. She wrapped her long legs around his torso, feeling his
increasing erection throbbing behind her back.

She slid up, and whispered into Herman's ear, "Now."

Herman wrapped his arms around her, his left hand sliding down to his
penis, pulling it toward him.

It slid through the cleft in Lily's ass, past her asshole to the
entrance to her pussy.

He held it still; Lily relaxed her grip a little, allowing her to
slide down on Herman's manhood, taking the huge organ deep inside her.

"Oh, yes, my darling," Lily whispered. "Give it all to me."

She slid down farther, until her ass was against his thighs, Herman's
entire organ inside her.

Lily's face glowed with joy; Herman held her close as they rocked
forward and back on the bed.


"Here it is," Irving breathed. He turned a corner around a rock.
Marilyn followed him, into a shallow cave on the side of the cliff.
The light from the full moon filled the cave. Marilyn glanced around
at the empty beer cans piled near a back wall and the evidence of
previous campfires.

Irving shook out the blanket and lay it on the ground. He held out
his hand.

Marilyn took it and stepped onto the blanket, and sat down. 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 zipper pull. She smiled
inwardly -- at least he had the right idea.

Irving found the little handle, and pulled the zipper down slowly.
Marilyn first felt a cool breeze on her bare back, then Irving's
fingers, as he slid his hand into the opening.

They continued to kiss, Marilyn's tongue pushing Irving's back into
his mouth and sliding on inside.

Irving's fingers fumbled a moment with the hook on her bra; it snapped
suddenly open.

Marilyn gasped and pulled away from the kiss.

Giggling, she pulled her dress-front down, pulling her arms from the
sleeves. She shrugged out of her bra, laying it on the blanket beside

Irving was goggle-eyed at seeing her bare breasts. He pushed up his
glasses on his nose, and extended trembling fingers toward her left

Marilyn smiled as his fingertips brushed her erect nipple.

He cupped her breast in his hand as she leaned forward to kiss him


The couple on the park bench were into heavy groping, Grampa noted.
The boy's hand was slipped up underneath the girl's blouse, and her
hand was buried in the boy's crotch.

The didn't notice Grampa in his bat-form hanging from the top branch
of the tree.

Grampa watched as the girl moved her hand up, and deftly unzipped the
boy's trousers, releasing a nicely-sized penis. She gripped it in her
fingers, gently stroking the length of it.

Grampa shifted his wings, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

There was more movement below. The girl had broken off kissing the
boy's lips, and was now applying her mouth to a more sensitive area--
the tip of the boy's cock.

The boy gazed up at the sky, a look of sheer bliss on his face.

Grampa was getting more and more uncomfortable. He shifted from one
foot to the other, then finally gave up. As he flapped his wings and
flew away from the tree, he heard a definite grunt from the boy.


Herman held onto Lily tightly, as he pushed forward, laying Lily on
her back as he kept himself inside her.

As her back met the bed, Lily relaxed the grip she had around Herman's

Freed from her grip, Herman began to thrust, pulling his hips back,
allowing most of his cock to pull out of her, then back in again all
the way to its hairy hilt.

Lily was meeting each thrust enthusiastically, her hips rocking back
and forth under him.

Herman reached up and turned the knob on the headboard another quarter
turn to the right. The needle on the meter raised a couple of points.

Herman's thrust-speed increased slightly. Lily smiled, and increased
her pace to accomodate him.


Marilyn's hand slid down Irving's side to his hip, then down and
forward to cover the surprisingly large bulge in his lap. She gently
probed the bulge, following the contours of the stiff tube within
until she located its tip. She pressed her fingertips against it, and
Irving moaned into her mouth.

She moved her fingertips around to the pull on his zipper. She
gripped it and pulled -- and nothing happened. It wouldn't move.

She tried again. Nothing.

Irving broke the kiss and pulled back. He reached down, grasped
Marilyn's hand, and lifted it to his lips. He kissed it.

Then he let go, dropping his hands to his pants. He unbuckled his
belt, opened his trousers, and kicked them off. He unbuttoned his
shirt quickly and pulled it off. Now he sat beside her in his jockey
shorts and shoes.

"Turnabout is fair play," he grinned at her.

Marilyn nodded. She wiggled out of her dress and curled her legs
under her, dressed only in her panties.

Irving goggled at her. Marilyn smiled.

"Show me yours, and I'll show you mine," she whispered.

Irving kicked off his shoes, and reached up for his shorts.

"Wait," Marilyn said. "Let me."

She pulled Irving up onto his knees, kneeling in front of her.
Marilyn crouched down, grasped the waistband of Irving's shorts, and
tugged them down over his hips. His erection bounced out, almost
hitting her nose.

Marilyn sat back a little, admiring the view. Her fingers gently
touched his privates, exploring his long, thin shaft with the
throbbing purplish head and the hanging sack below.

"Haven't you ever seen one before?" Irving snickered.

"I've seen Eddie's... but he was just a little kid."

"Mine's a lot bigger and hairier than his, huh?"

"Well, bigger..." Marilyn smiled. The last time she saw Eddie naked
was when he was dashing through the house howling under a full moon.

"What was that you said about turnabout?" Irving whispered, pushing
his glasses up on his nose.

"Okay," Marilyn sighed. She rose up to her knees, as Irving crouched

Irving held his breath as he tugged Marilyn's panties over her hips
and pushed them down to her knees. In the moonlight, Marilyn's
untrimmed honey-blonde pubic hair sparkled.

"Oh, my," Irving said, finally.

"Is something wrong?" Marilyn moaned.

"Well, you said you'd let me see. But there's so much wool..."

Marilyn laughed. "Okay. Better view, then." She dropped down on the
blanket, and pulled her panties off her legs. She lay for a moment
with her knees together while Irving moved around her.

Slowly, she spread her legs, revealing her snatch to Irving's
interested eyes.

Irving pushed his glasses up and bent forward to peer more closely
between her legs. He reached forth and touched her gingerly, his
fingertips stroking her labia as they glistened damply in the

"You smell so -- terrific," he whispered. "I never knew..."

"So it's the first one you've seen, too, huh?" Marilyn giggled.

"I've seen magazines," Irving admitted. "But..."

Marilyn put her hands on each side of his face. "Kiss me, you fool,"
she said.

Irving leaned forward and kissed her belly, his tongue slipping into
her navel. He pushed forward, and kissed each breast, his tongue
caressing Marilyn's taut nipples.

Then he slid further up, his mouth meeting hers. Marilyn's tongue
slipped between Irving's lips... and Irving's cock slipped between
Marilyn's lower lips.

Marilyn felt a sharp sting.

She gasped, realizing that this was IT. She was no longer a virgin.

"Oh gosh," she breathed. "Oh...."

Irving began to thrust, rapidly, his cock throbbing inside her for a
few moments, then he grunted.

"No..." Marilyn began, "I'm not..."

Irving plunged deeply into her as he came, pumping his semen deep
inside her pussy.

"...ready..." Marilyn moaned.

Irving collapsed on top of her, holding on to her as his cock wilted
inside her.


Grampa flapped his wings harder. He was having a little trouble
staying aloft. It was almost like he had too great a drag

He glanced down at himself. Of course!

His bat form had a big bat-boner!

That couple had more of an effect on him than he had realized. No
wonder he had been uncomfortable.

He extended his wings into a glide, glancing around for a perch.

There, below him, a woman was walking alone down the street.

Grampa thought a moment, made a decision, and glided down.

Lily's breathing was shallow; her body tightening. She rocked her
hips under her husband's thrusts, rubbing her sensitive clit against
the base of his huge cock.

She was very close to orgasm.

Herman was puffing; a veritable steam-engine, thrusting deep into
Lily's cunt. He pushed up, giving himself a little more leverage.

Lily's hands left his back -- she stretched her body backward, arching
her back.

One of her hands brushed the black knob on the headboard, edging it to
the right.

Lily screamed; a high-pitched siren, not a scream of pain, as her body
shook with the force of her orgasm. Herman, unable to stop, kept

Lily gasped and screamed again. As her contractions slowed she pushed
at Herman; who fell over onto his side, his cock still inside her, his
hips still thrusting.

She rolled them over so that she was on top. Herman's hips kept
thrusting. Gathering her legs under her, she held herself still over
him, allowing him to do the movement, surging upwards into her.

She arched her back, throwing her head back, her long black hair
falling down behind her.

Herman jumped, throwing her off-balance. Grasping for support, she
pushed against the headboard, again nudging the black knob.

>From somewhere, there was a whine of machinery. White smoke began to
billow from the headboard.

Sparks flew from the ceiling as Herman's balls tightened.

As his cock erupted with come, a bluish glow surrounded the fucking
couple. Lily's hair began to rise, standing upright behind her head.
The white streaks from each of her temples formed a lightning-bolt

Herman's come filled Lily's love-tunnel, spilling out around his huge
cock. Lily was coming again, too, her body quivering with electricity
and orgasm.

Lily hissed, her breath ragged.

There was a small explosion behind the headboard. The mechanical
whine ceased, and Lily completely collapsed onto Herman's massive


Grampa pulled up for a landing just around the corner from the young woman. He transformed back into human form and stepped around the
corner just as the woman stepped past.

"Pardon me, miss," he said, genteelly.

"Buzz off, buster," the woman said, gruffly. "I'm off duty."

"I only wanted to..."

"I know what you want. You Shriners are all the same. Huff, Puff,
one, two... grunt and go."

Grampa shook his head. "You don't understand. I..."

"Like I said, buster. Buzz off. You suck." The woman brushed past

Grampa gazed after her a moment, and a strange look came over his

"As a matter of fact," he mused, "I do suck."

He followed her, surprisingly fast for a man of his years. He caught
up with her just as she reached an alleyway between two buildings.

He caught her arm, she spun in anger -- then his eyes met hers.

She could not break the gaze. She stopped, dropped her arms in
surrender to his will.

Grampa led her into the little alleyway.

She was completely docile as Grampa fumbled with her tube-top, pulling
it up over her breasts. He licked his lips as he watched her nipples
harden in the cool of the night air.

He unzipped the woman's short skirt, and pushed it down over her hips.
As he had expected, she wore no underwear. She WAS a working-girl
after all.

He unfastened his own trousers, allowing his cock out into the night

"I'll have to thank that couple somehow," Grampa thought, "I haven't
had a boner like this in a century."

He lifted the woman's leg and pushed her up against the building.
Looking into her eyes, he muttered, "You want me. You need me."

"I want you," she said, softly. "I need you. Fuck me."

Grampa thrust his cock into the open, waiting pussy. A few thrusts,
and it was just like the woman had said -- one, two, grunt. Grampa
came, suddenly. He left his deposit in the woman's letter slot, and
backed away, rebuttoning his pants.

"What can you expect from a 375-year-old penis?" Grampa muttered.

The woman stirred, trying to cover herself.

Grampa waved his hand; she met his gaze again and dropped her hands.

Grampa stepped over to her. "You're not done yet," he whispered. He
lifted her arm, turning her wrist so that her palm was up. He licked
his lips and sank his fangs into her wrist.

The girl moaned softly as he sipped the warm blood from her arm.


Marilyn lay on the blanket looking out at the moon, dropping just to
the horizon. Irving was snuggled up beside her, snoring softly.

A tear formed in her eye. She had imagined losing her virginity in a
more romantic way... her virginity!

The sudden realization hit her. Grampa and Aunt Lily will know --
they can "sense" virginity. It will be so embarrassing!

She sniffed. Now her nose was running.

Irving wiggled in his sleep, gripping her around the waist with one

Marilyn wiped at her nose, wiggling it back and forth as she thought,
"I wish this had never happened..."

>> discontinuity <<

She was crouched down in front of Irv, who was on his knees, wearing
his jockey shorts.

Marilyn blinked. She glanced over at the opening to the cave. The
moon was high over the horizon.

"What's going on here?" she thought. Irving pushed his shorts down
over his hips. His erection bounced out, almost hitting her nose.

Marilyn sat back a little, pondering.

"Haven't you ever seen one before?" Irving snickered.

"I've seen Eddie's... but he was just a little kid," Marilyn said,
still puzzled. She remembered doing this before -- doesn't Irv?

"Mine's a lot bigger and hairier than his, huh?"

"Well, bigger..." Marilyn smiled. "Maybe I'm getting a second
chance," she thought. "This time I can do it differently..."

She leaned forward and grasped Irving's cock, wrapping her fingers
around it. She began to stroke, slowly at first, then picking up the

"Oh, yeah," Irving gasped. "That feels good."

Marilyn was getting into this. She sped up still more. Irving's hips
were twitching forward, thrusting into her hand.

"Put your mouth on it," Irving gasped. "Please... your mouth on

Marilyn didn't comply, she kept stroking.

Irving let go; a long, white jet of come spurted from the end of his
cock, spattering against Marilyn's breast.

Her strokes stopped, but Irving didn't. Another spurt spattered on
Marilyn's shoulder, and a third hit her on the neck.

Irving collapsed down onto his heels. Marilyn wiped at the come on
her body. Irving wrapped an arm around her and pulled her down onto
the blanket. He clumsily kissed her cheek.

"Let me rest a minute," he moaned. "Then..." He dozed off.

Marilyn stewed a moment, then carefully extricated herself from
Irving's grip.

She stood up. She picked up Irving's shirt and cleaned his spunk from
her skin. Dropping the shirt, she quietly gathered up her bra and
dress, and put them on. She picked up Irving's trousers, and reached
into the pockets, pulling out his car keys and wallet. These she
dropped on the blanket, and picked up the rest of Irving's clothes.
She stepped over to the cave opening, and hurled the clothing over the
edge of the cliff.

Experimentally, she reached up and rubbed her nose and breathed, "I
wish I was home."


Grampa gripped the woman's wrist tightly, and wiggled his fingers over
it. The flow of blood stopped, and the small wounds left by his
incisors closed up.

"At least I've learned how to do some things right in all these
years," he muttered.

He tugged the girl's tube top down over her full breasts, and managed
to get her skirt back on her -- backwards, but it was on her.

He gazed into the woman's eyes again, and instructed, "Forget."

The woman stepped out of the alleyway onto the sidewalk. She
immediately began to walk in the direction she had been heading, as if
nothing had happened.

Grampa patted his stomach, and licked his lips. He squared his
shoulders and transformed into a bat, flapping his way toward home.


Lily lay nestled under her husband's arm, her naked white body twined
around Herman's darker, greenish limbs.

"How long do you think it'll take to fix the generator?" she

"Not long... why?" Herman whispered back.

"I was just wondering when I could expect you to be back in service."

Herman laughed and pulled her closer.


Marilyn stood in darkness.

She reached out one hand, and touched a wall.

She followed the wall until her fingers brushed a light switch. She
flipped it on, and was pleasantly pleased to find herself in her own

She stepped over and sat on the edge of her bed, thinking.

There were sounds in the house. The scratching from the attic was
probably Grampa coming home from a night on the wing. The faint
scraping from the basement was probably Eddie's pet.

The faint scent of smoke in the air probably was one of Uncle Herman's
pieces of equipment breaking down again.

Home again. Everything back to normal.

"I wish I knew what was happening to me," she sighed. Then an
inspiration struck her.

She reached up and rubbed her nose and repeated, "I wish I knew what
was happening to me."

Marilyn smiled.

"I'll have to have a talk with Aunt Lily in the morning," she said


Next on PORNO TV:

The Addams Family: "Eddie Visits, or Wolf in the Folds"



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