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PORNO TV: "Bewitched - Part 2 of 2"

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PROLOGUE:

The space was dark. Marilyn's eyes slowly adjusted, as her ears picked up the
sound of soft, feminine voices in conversation.

Serena led the way into a softly-lighted area. Marilyn glanced around. She
could see nothing beyond the lights -- they must be in the Continuum.

All around her were large and small pillows, and draped over the pillows in
various positions, were roughly ten women. Marilyn looked at them and noticed
that they were of many ages -- and some whom she could not determine their age.

Serena leaned closer to her. "This is one of our regular gatherings; what the
mortals might call a 'coven', although that's not our term for it."

Marilyn nodded. "Are they all... like us?"

Serena smiled. "Usually. Sometimes one of the 'girls' will bring a guest, but
usually it's just us 'witches'."

"What do you do in these gatherings?"

There was a glint in Serena's eye as she winked. "Just wait and see."

She led Serena to one of the larger pillows, and they sat down.

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Introduction and commercial break:

This posting is segment two of two, the two segments forming part three of a
three-part crossover story, the first two parts being "The Munsters" and "The
Addams Family", respectively. (If you can follow the grammar in THAT sentence,
Celeste!)

It would probably do you well to read the first parts first.

Please don't email me for the other parts; they should be reposted at the same
time this segment is posted.

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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.

"Bewitched" also ran on ABC, and told the story of Samantha, a lovely witch who
married Darrin Stephens without telling him of her special powers. Those
powers -- and Darrin's strange in-laws -- became evident shortly after their
wedding.

Samantha was played by the late Elizabeth Montgomery. In the early episodes,
Darrin was played by Dick York and in later episodes by Dick Sargent. Endora
(Samantha's Mother) was played by Agnes Moorehead, and Larry Tate (Darrin's
boss) was David White.

Darrin's role was not the only one to undergo a cast change. The roles of
Louise Tate and Gladys Kravitz (the neighbor) were also filled by a second cast
of actors with no explanation to the audience.

There was also a full cast of occasional characters, played by Maurice Evans,
Marion Lorne, Paul Lynde, Alice Ghostly and Bernard Fox, all gifted character
actors.

Elizabeth Montgomery also played the recurring character of her look-alike
cousin, Serena. Usually, she was billed in this role as "Pandora Spocks".

The stories usually revolved around Samantha resolving not to use her
witchcraft, then Darrin ending up in a jam (because of some stupid action on
his part or a practical joke on the part of one of Samantha's relatives), and
Samantha coming to the rescue.

The couple was blessed in 1966 by the birth of Tabitha, and later by a son,
Adam. Tabitha herself became the focus of a later series.

This is another show which has never been off the air since it began. It has
been seen in daytime reruns on ABC, then in syndication, and now on
Nickelodeon.

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This story breaks with my own tradition, in that it does not attempt to be an
episode of the actual show. In writing it, I found that the character "Serena"
wanted to do a lot of expository stuff, and I found room to work in several
other television series as well. But I started out as "Bewitched", and will
continue with that title.

This explains why the characters of Samantha and Darrin appear only in cameos,
and Endora and Dr. Bombay and the others don't appear at all.

Perhaps sometime down the line I'll do a 'real' Bewitched episode.

It should also be noted that this story "got away from me" in that it seemed to
take on a life of its own. Three specific "gags" that I had in mind when I
began the story did not appear until this segment.

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I also forgot to run the lyrics to the theme song in the first part.
So here they are:

Bewitched, bewitched,
You've got me in your spell.
Bewitched, bewitched,
You know your craft so well.
Before I knew what I was doing,
I looked in your eyes.
That brand of woo that you've been brewin'
Took me by surprise.

You witch, you witch,
One thing is for sure.
That stuff you pitch
Just hasn't got a cure.
My heart was under lock and key,
But somehow it got unhitched.
I never thought that I could be had,
But now I'm caught and I'm kinda glad
To be Bewitched,
Under your spell.

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Bewitched: "At Long Last, Marilyn (Part 2)"

Serena nudged Marilyn and pointed, discretely. "That's my cousin Samantha --
you remember peeking in on her?"

Marilyn nodded.

"And that," Serena continued, "is Morticia Addams, and that..."

"Addams," Marilyn whispered. "Eddie was visiting the Addams family last
night."

"One and the same." Serena motioned to another woman. "That's my Aunt
Esmerelda."

"So what are we doing? What's this for?"

"Just a little get-together for the girls. Look..."

Marilyn looked across the lighted space. The woman Serena had introduced as
Samantha had a large black bag in her hand. She opened it, and pulled out a
large, pinkish --- something. The woman Samantha was sitting with giggled
loudly.

Samantha adjusted the thing in her hands, and there was a low buzzing sound.
She held it out in front of her, and Marilyn could finally see that it was a
fairly large dildo. As it buzzed, the shaft twisted, wiggling from side to
side like a snake.

Still giggling, the other woman snapped her fingers. Her clothing shimmered,
then disappeared. She leaned back naked on the pillow and spread her legs. A
dark patch of hair was visible. She reached down between her legs and her
fingers spread open her pussy.

Samantha slipped the dildo's head between the open lips. The woman gasped as
it entered her. The gasping turned to moans of pleasure.

"See?" Serena whispered. "That's generally what goes on here. Look over
there." She pointed.

Two of the other women had formed a sixty-nine position with each other, their
tongues darting into each other's slits.

"And there..."

An older woman knelt in front of Morticia Addams, her face buried between
Morticia's thighs. Morticia was sitting, her head thrown back, her fingers
tweaking her own nipples.

To one side of the group was a solo young woman, in a filmy, long, black lace
negligee. The lace was thin enough to allow nothing to the imagination, but
the woman was distracted, scribbling in a legal pad with a black quill plume
pen.

"Serena, who's that?" Marilyn asked, nodding toward the writer.

"Oh," Serena shrugged, "that's just Ann. She's one of us, but she mostly just
comes to watch... and write. Sometimes we she joins in the action, but she
keeps stopping to write something down."

Marilyn looked around her; all around her the women were in various stages of
undress and intimacy. Over there, two were necking, their hands buried in the
bosom of the other. Behind her was a threesome -- one squatting over the face
of one whose pussy was being fingered by the third.

The air began to fill with low moans and gasps, and the musky scent of sexually
excited women.

Marilyn squirmed in her seat, peering around her.

"Getting horny?" Serena whispered, huskily.

Marilyn nodded. "Oh, yeah!"

Serena's hand slid toward her, her fingers brushing Marilyn's breast. Marilyn
turned her face toward her, and Serena kissed her, lightly at first, then with
more feeling... touching and feeling. Serena's fingertips found Marilyns
nipple and pinched it, while it tightened up into a hard ball under her touch.

Marilyn's lips parted, and Serena's tongue slipped through them to meet
Marilyn's. Her breath deepened, and she moved closer to the older woman.

Serena's other hand waved -- and both of them were naked. Marilyn paused only
a moment before pushing Serena back, and climbed over her, lying atop her
mother, their mouths still kissing while their hands roamed over the other's
body.

Marilyn broke the kiss, and slid down her mother's body, pausing a moment to
run her tongue over Serena's taut nipples. She reached Serena's black bush,
and buried her nose in the dark curls.

Serena lifted her knees and spread them wide, opening herself to Marilyn's lips
and tongue. Marilyn darted her tongue across Serena's clit, then buried it as
deeply as she could into Serena's moistening quim.

A shudder ran through Serena's body as Marilyn worked her tongue in and out of
her pussy.

Marilyn was on all fours between Serena's legs as she lapped at her mother's
cunt. She felt a pair of hands touch her bare ass, softly at first, then with
more pressure, pushing apart her rear cheeks.

She lifted her head from Serena's crotch briefly to look back. The woman in
the black lace was behind her.

The woman's eyes met hers; there was an unspoken question and answer.

Marilyn dipped her head back into Serena's well of passion; the woman in black
lace knelt down behind her, and gently prodded Marilyn's labia with her warm
tongue.

Marilyn writhed as the woman expertly flicked her tongue over her clit; she
nearly forgot what she was doing as warmth flooded her pelvic region.

"What's going on?" Serena asked, raising her head. Spotting Ann behind
Marilyn, she lay back again and sighed.

Marilyn sensed motion and looked up. Morticia Addams was slinking toward them,
her long, black hair flowing over her body, her breasts peeking out from the
dark tresses.

She knelt down beside the pillows on which Serena reclined and leaned forward,
planting a long, deep kiss on Serena's mouth. Marilyn bent back to her
mother's pussy, caressing her warm slit with her tongue.

Behind her, Ann reached up, and with her finger probed Marilyn's wet cunt,
sliding it inside until it reached Marilyn's still-intact hymen.

"Oooh," Ann smiled, her thumb beginning to roll Marilyn's clit like a marble in
mud, "a virgin! I LIKE virgins!"

She leaned back in, her tongue following the contours of Marilyn's labia, while
her finger worked in and out of her pussy, bringing forth a flow of fragrant,
sweet honey from Marilyn's well.

Marilyn felt as if she was about ready to burst. She raised her head from
Serena's crotch as her contractions began. Her body shook as it fell forward
onto Serena's. Serena clutched at her, as did Ann, who still had a couple of
fingers inside Marilyn's clutching pussy.

Marilyn rolled over onto her back. As she did, Morticia crawled over Serena's
head, positioning herself into a classic sixty-nine with her. Marilyn glanced
over, noting that Morticia's long hair nearly obscured both of the women.
Serena immediately began to moan with pleasure.

Ann moved up between Marilyn's knees, and stroked her thighs gently, applying
some pressure to urge Marilyn to open her legs.

Slowly, Marilyn's legs moved apart, and Ann slipped two fingers back into
Marilyn's cunt, her thumb firmly pressing against Marilyn's clit.

"Ohhhh," Marilyn moaned. "It feels so good..."

Beside her on the pile of pillows, she heard Morticia with an echoing moan,
"Say see bone..."

Marilyn's eyes snapped open. Ann's fingers stopped moving inside her.

Marilyn looked over at the long-haired beauty whose body was draped over
Serena's.

"Say see bone?" Marilyn asked, incredulously. "Morticia, you don't really
SPEAK French, do you?"

Morticia lifted her head from Serena's crotch long enough to glare at Marilyn,
then turned back to twist her tongue around Serena's clit.

Marilyn chuckled -- then her attention was drawn back to the fingers in her
cunt. "Oh, Ann..." Marilyn murmured, "isn't it your turn now?"

Ann smiled, then dropped down to a seated postion on the pillows. She leaned
back, lifting her knees, as Marilyn slid betweeen them. Marilyn slipped her
index finger into Ann's wet pussy, then leaned forward to draw her tongue
across Ann's clitoris.

It seemed to buzz under her tongue. She swirled her tongue over it again,
feeling it swell with the attention it was given. Ann's cunt squeezed around
Marilyn's probing finger as Ann emitted a low moan.

There was movement behind Marilyn, then an exclamation of "Oh, cheese!"

Marilyn glanced over and saw that the woman Serena had introduced as 'my cousin
Samantha" was standing behind Morticia.

Ann muttered, "Please..."

Marilyn quickly reapplied her tongue to Ann's clit, and began to work her
finger in and out of Ann's pussy until the other woman began to breathe
shallowly.

"I'm very close," Ann muttered, her fingertips caressing her own hard nipples.

Marilyn continued to swirl her tongue over Ann's clit, until Ann gasped and
cried, "nnnngggghhhh!"

She jerked and shook as her pussy convulsed around Marilyn's finger. Ann put
her hands on each side of Marilyn's face, and pulled it up to her own. She
slid her tongue out, and licked at Marilyn's lips and chin. Marilyn opened her
own mouth and extended her tongue. As they met, Marilyn felt an
almost-electrical thrill.

They slid down to the pillows, holding each other in their arms.

The sounds coming from Morticia were curiosity-raising, though, and Marilyn's
eyes were drawn to the woman lying over Serena's body. Samantha was now
kneeling behind Morticia, working a very large dildo in and out of the
long-haired woman's cunt.

Serena was doing her best to keep her nose out of the way as she sucked on
Morticia's clitoris.

Morticia was gasping, her head raised from Serena's pussy. It was evident that
she was on the edge of orgasm, and as Marilyn watched, Morticia slid over the
edge. Her body convulsed with pleasure.

Samantha slid the dildo out, and touched its tip to her lip. Her tongue slid
out to just touch the pointed end of the rubber cock.

"Next?" she whispered.

"Me." With one final kiss on Marilyn's cheek, Ann got up, picked up her
notebook, and took Samantha's arm. The two women stepped over to another stack
of pillows a few steps away.

Morticia rolled over onto her back beside Serena, breathless.


The three women lay motionless, resting. Marilyn nearly drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, however, there was a flash of light. A male voice laughed.

The women all stopped what they were doing, and turned to face the intruder.

"At last!" the man shouted in glee. "I've found you!" He looked over the
array of naked women around him. "What you -- ladies -- need is a few good
men."

"Now wait a minute," Samantha shouted. "What makes you think..."

Marilyn's father laughed. "Behold!" he boomed. He waved his hand, and there
was another flash of light.

A dozen men materialized into a glowing area next to Q. They stood in a row,
stock-still, their eyes closed, their bodies rigid. They were completely
naked, their male organs in a state of complete erection.

Marilyn leaned over toward Morticia and Serena. They moved together
conspiratorially. "Do you know who any of those men are?"

Serena nodded. "A couple. That short one with the fat dick -- that's a Marine
sergeant... Vince somebody. And that tall one with the dark hair -- he's a
comedy writer for television. Bob Perkey... no, Petrie. Bob Petrie."

"The tallest one -- the one with the cock a foot long -- that's my butler,
Lurch," Morticia added. "I don't know any of the others."

"I think that one standing to the right of Lurch is a policeman," Marilyn said.

"What makes you say that?" Morticia added.

"Coffee stains."

They laughed in a subdued manner.

"Any ideas?" Marilyn asked.

"When it seems inevitable," Morticia smiled, "just lie back and enjoy it."

"Not everyone is into pain the way you are," Serena snapped. She turned to
Marilyn and took her arm. "Whatever happens," she said, "you know you can
escape."

Marilyn nodded.

Q stepped forward and clicked his fingers. The men fell out of stasis, and
their eyes opened. Each one seemed to zero in on a woman, then they moved
quickly.

Very quickly.

The women barely had a moment to move before they were covered with one of the
men.

Marilyn watched as Lurch lifted Morticia up, spun her around with her back to
his chest, then impaled her on his long cock. A mixed expression of pain and
pleasure on her face.

The Marine sergeant grabbed Serena and turned her around, too. He bent her
forward, and pressed the head of his penis against her anus. Then with a single
thrust, he entered her.

Serena gave a short, sharp cry, then through clenched teeth, she turned to
Marilyn and hissed, "Leave!"

Marilyn turned and ran, nearly stumbling over a lanky fellow who was rapidly
plunging a long, thin cock into Samantha's cunt.

Recovering, she dashed toward the darkness.

A flash of light, and she ran square into Q, who had materialized in her path.

"Now you're going to fuck me," Q smirked. "And you're going to love it."

Marilyn stumbled backwards.

"Fuck you?" she asked. Then an idea. She reached for her nose.

"Yeah. That's right," she smiled, her teeth clenched. "Fuck you!"

She rubbed her nose. She heard an echo of his angry roar as time swirled
around her.

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The car drove down the country lane, its headlights swallowed by the darkness
of the trees. Irving was at the wheel, Marilyn in the passenger seat.

"Where are we going?" Marilyn asked.

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

Marilyn felt a sensation of deja vu. Then the realization of where -- and when
she was.

"But that doesn't answer my question," she said.

"I thought you meant you wanted to be alone." Irving looked over at her.
"Didn't you?"

Marilyn smiled. "It wasn't what I had in mind," she said, "but it doesn't
sound too bad..."

Irving grinned. "I've heard tell about a spot out here that's perfect for
'being alone' in."

"I've heard of the place, too."

"So it's O.K. with you?"

Marilyn smiled her approval, her mind working feverishly.

After a short drive, Irving stopped the car. He and Marilyn sat a moment,
staring out the windshield at the vista before them.

They were parked on the edge of a cliff, which overlooked the city below them.
The stars in the sky were matched by an equal number of stars beneath them.

Irving yawned, and draped an arm over the back of the bench seat of the car.

Marilyn laughed. "You don't have to do that," she grinned. "I know about the
cave. And the blanket in the back."

Irving goggled through his glasses. "Umm..."

Marilyn giggled. She leaned over and pecked a kiss at Irving's cheek, then
looked into his eyes. "Wanna fuck?"

She opened the car door. After a moment's hesitation, Irving scrambled out.
He gathered up a blanket from the back of his car, and closed the trunk. He
took Marilyn's hand and she led him to the brink of the cliff.

She stepped over the edge onto the narrow pathway just over the edge of the
cliff.

"This way," Marilyn whispered.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Irvin followed her.

"Here it is," Marilyn breathed. She turned a corner around a rock.

Marilyn snatched the blanket out of Irving's hands, and spread it on the
ground. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it slide down
her body to her feet.

She kicked it aside, and slipped down to sit on the blanket.

Irving dropped down beside her. They wrapped their arms around each other and
kissed.

As Marilyn's lips parted, allowing Irving's tongue to intrude, she felt his
hand on her back, searching for the bra hooks.

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

Giggling, she pulled off the bra, and draped it around his neck.

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

Marilyn smiled as his fingertips brushed her erect nipple. She put a hand in
Irving's lap, her fingertips pressing against his erection through his pants.

"Irving," she whispered in his ear. "If you want to put that thing in me,
there's something you've got to do first."

Irving sat back, puzzled. "Oh," he said, finally. "I've got a rubber in my
wallet."

Marilyn smiled. "That's not what I meant. What I want you to do is go down on
me."

"Oh? Oh. Oh!" The realization of what she said finally got through to Irving's
lust-dulled mind.

Marilyn lay back on the blanket, and raising her hips, she slid her panties
off. She spread her knees, allowing Irving a view of her damp pussy in the
full moon.

Irving's breath was short and ragged. He extended a hand, touching her vulva
gently.

"Tongue me," Marilyn said firmly. "Eat me. Suck me. Taste me. Do it. NOW!"

Irving leaned forward and touched her lower lips with his tongue.

Marilyn squirmed, pressing her pussy toward his mouth. Irving's tongue slid
between her labia, and slid up to brush her clit.

"That's the spot!" Marilyn gasped. "Suck it! Lick it!"

Irving did his best. He fastened his lips around the little warm nubbin and
sucked gently, his tongue flicking it.

Marilyn wrapped her legs around Irving's shoulders, pulling him tighter,
closer. She felt herself tighten inside... almost there... then the
contractions started.

Irving nearly smothered as Marilyn's legs tightened around his head as Marilyn
climaxed. When she finally relaxed, he pulled back, gasping.

"Oh my gosh!" he wheezed.

Marilyn sat up a bit, grabbed Irving by the ears, and lay back, pulling him on
top of her. Then she rolled them both over on the blanket so that she was on
top.

She pulled open his shirt, the buttons flying across the cave.

"Hey!" Irv complained.

"Shush," Marilyn hissed. "I'm in a hurry."

She unfastened his trousers and jerked them down. Irv's erection pressed out
against his jockey shorts. Marilyn tugged them down as well, freeing his cock.

Irv kicked out of his pants, as Marilyn bent over his penis, using her tongue
to swirl around the purple cockhead. Then deftly, she raised herself over his
cock and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy.

Slowly, she lowered herself on his rigid shaft until she felt the resistance of
her hymen.

Irving trembled under her; she realized he was holding himself back, trying not
to come.

It was decision time. Lower herself and lose that virginity, or just hold off
two more seconds, and he'd climax and not be able to complete the task.

Marilyn closed her eyes, took a deep breath.

She lowered herself.

With her eyes closed, she could be more aware of her own body. She felt a soft
pop, a momentary sting, then felt Irving's cock jerk; he was coming inside her.

Marilyn sighed. She opened her eyes, and looked down into Irving's face.

Only it wasn't Irving.

"Hello, darlin'," Q drawled. "Whatever happened to soft lights and music?"

Marilyn scrambled to her feet, and backed away from him. Q got up to his feet
and dashed over to her, and grabbed her wrists, keeping her hands from her
nose.

"Did you like it better that time? Not that it matters much," Q smirked.
"You're still just as pregnant." He pulled her closer to him.

Marilyn squirmed, trying to pull away from him, but he was too strong. She felt
his heavy cock pressing against her body. She felt a shiver of revulsion.

What Morticia had said, "When it seems inevitable..." rang in her head; she
took a deep breath, and relaxed. Then she wiggled her upper lip from side to
side. Her nose moved.

Marilyn disappeared.

"Shit!" Q muttered. "She did it again!"

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The car drove down the country lane, its headlights swallowed by the darkness
of the trees. Irving was at the wheel, Marilyn in the passenger seat.

"Where are we going?" Marilyn asked.

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

"I changed my mind," Marilyn frowned. "Let's go to the party."

Irving looked a little disappointed, but turned the car around, and they headed
back into town.


As Marilyn stepped into the doorway of the house where the party was being
held, she stopped. She felt a little dizzy.

"Are you all right?" Irving asked, taking her arm.

"I think so," Marilyn said, putting a hand to her temple. "It just seems like
I lost ... a lot of time ... somewhere."

Irving squinted at her over his glasses. He pushed them back up on his nose.

Marilyn smiled at him. "Never mind. Let's go in and have a good time."

She took Irving's arm, and the two of them went in to the party.

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public praise: alt.sex.stories.d email: stbush@iglou.com
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BEHIND THE SCENES:

I recently received email from an outfit offering autographed photos of Pat
Priest, who was one of the actresses who played Marilyn Munster.

While the mail was interesting on its own, it gave me pause to consider: WHERE
DID THEY GET MY ADDRESS?

Evidently, someone, somewhere, associated with Pat Priest is reading my story
-- or at least called it up through Deja News to get the address.

If she did read it, I wonder if she liked it. And if she didn't, I suppose she
could just consider the story to be concerning one of the other four or five
actresses who have played the part.

By the way; Pat Priest's email address is Priest000@aol.com.

--the author


    

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