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Goldilocks And The Three Bears
by Night Writer
CHAPTER TWO - More Setup Where Things Start To Get Familiar
Melissa Bear's breasts and crotch were still tingling as
she emerged from the kitchen, trying to keep a goofy smile
off her face. In one hand, she held Barry Bear's bowl
filled with normal porridge. In the other, she held the
two bowls of Passion Porridge. She couldn't wait for Paul
Bear to taste it. If it affected him anywhere near the way
it affected her, Melissa was going to be sore tomorrow
morning.
Paul and Barry were at the dining room table already. Paul
was still reading his newspaper. Barry was flipping
through a Stephen King novel. As Melissa set their bowls
down in front of them, Paul grinned.
"Oh," he said, "something different?"
Melissa sat down at her chair, her panties sliding silkily
over her crotch on a layer of her juices. "You could say
that. It's porridge. I got the recipe from a magazine.
Try it. I think you'll like it."
Barry hunched over his bowl, murmuring to himself. "Still
think it's stupid to have porridge for dinner..."
Paul dipped his spoon into the cereal. He brought it to
his lips. Melissa felt a surge of excitement as it drew
nearer to his mouth. The excitement faded as he stopped
and frowned.
"Look at the steam coming off this stuff," Paul said.
"It's scalding hot. I put this in my mouth, I'll need skin
grafts."
Barry pulled his spoon out of his mouth, then grimaced.
"You're lucky. Mine's ice-cold." He pushed the bowl away.
"Oh," Melissa said. "Sorry. I...I got yours out of the
fridge."
"The fridge? Why? What about the stuff you just cooked."
"I didn't make enough for all three of us. So I put in
some leftover. It's just as good."
Barry shook his head. "I can't eat that goop cold."
Paul pushed his own bowl away. "And I can't eat mine until
it cools down."
Melissa felt something close to panic at the thought that
Paul wouldn't eat the porridge. She needed him tonight,
more than ever. She jumped up and grabbed her coat.
"It's no problem," Melissa said. "We'll just...we'll just
take a walk."
"A walk?" Paul asked. "Why?"
"To let our porridge cool," Melissa said, quickly. "And by
the time we get back, your porridge'll be room temperature,
Baby Bear."
She tousled Barry's hair, despite his efforts to move his
head away.
"Don't call me that," Barry said. "Fine. Let's go take a
walk in the middle of the night through the pitch-black
woods. What better way to spend the evening?"
Barry snatched his coat off a hook by the front door and
began to pull it on. Melissa hurried to pull her own coat
on, then handed Paul's to him.
He gave her a strange look as he tugged on his sleeves.
"You've been acting very strange tonight, Mama Bear."
Melissa leaned close to him, feeling pleasure just at his
closeness to her. "No, I'm not. I just thought it was
such a lovely night, it'd be a shame to waste it. Isn't it
romantic?"
Paul shrugged, but put his arm around her, anyway. "I
guess so. Yeah. Why not? We never do anything as a
family anymore. Moved all the way out here to the sticks,
we might as well enjoy it."
He took Melissa's hand. The two of them walked out of the
cottage, following Barry, who was moving off through the
woods as he mimed air-guitar to a Melissa Ethridge tune.
Melissa moved closer to Paul, shivering, but not from the
cold. The real reason she had wanted to take a walk was
that she needed fresh air. She was so horny that she felt
like she was going to explode.
So horny that she never thought to lock the door behind
her.
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Goldilocks was on the verge of exhaustion. Her long,
sultry legs were wobbling so hard that she could barely
walk. This was it. In a few more minutes, Goldilocks
would collapse onto the forest floor, where the chipmunks
would have her for dinner.
If she ever got out of this, Goldilocks was going to rip
off Jake's balls with her bare hands. One ball for talking
her into this, and the other for making her wear this
stupid outfit that was freezing her ass off.
Just as Goldilocks took what she thought was her last step,
her hand plunged through a wall of branches. The momentum
carried her flying through the brush onto a grassy field.
She landed on her side, jolting in pain.
"That's it," Goldilocks whispered. "I've had it..."
Then she realized where she was.
Goldilocks was in a clearing, one in which moonlight shone
to illuminate a modest house. That alone was enough to
make her blink. She didn't think anyone lived way out
here. Although she had heard rumors about some city couple
moving into the area, but that they had to stay in the
woods for business reasons. No one could ever explain
exactly what that business was or why this was necessary.
Goldilocks crawled to her feet, not caring that she was
letting her skirt hike up. When she was standing again,
she brushed leaves and dirt off her red dress, and headed
for the house.
By the front walk, a mailbox was labelled BEARS. That
confirmed her suspicions. It was the Bear family's house.
Goldilocks felt a surge of relief. She was at an actual
house with food and heat and a soft bed. Maybe they would
put her up for the night or at least give her directions
back to town.
Goldilocks ran to the front door, cursing her heels, then
stabbed the doorbell with her thumb. As the chimes echoed
through the house, Goldilocks remembered what she was
wearing. She couldn't be seen like this.
Goldilocks scurried to hide behind a nicely-trimmed bush
big enough to hide hers. As she hunched behind it, she
waited for the door to open.
The rustling of leaves filled the silence. Light glowed in
the windows of the cottage, through which she could see
into the house. She couldn't see or hear anyone inside.
After a few minutes, Goldilocks got brave enough to come
out from behind the shrubbery.
Slowly, ready to bolt at the slightest sound, Goldilocks
approached the door. It was slightly open a crack. She
crept towards it.
"Hello?" she called out. "Is anybody home?"
Goldilocks knocked on the door. It swung open, creaking
softly on its hinges. Goldilocks swallowed her
nervousness, then stepped into the house.
It was warm. That alone was enough to make Goldilocks
bolder. She stepped further into the cottage, then closed
the front door behind her. Nice place. Well-decorated,
although there seemed to be an annoying bear-motif. Teddy
bears on the shelves, bear patterns on the furniture, a
bearskin rug on the floor...talk about taking a joke too
far.
Goldilocks rubbed her arms and thighs to try to get some
feeling into them as she called out "Is anybody home? My
name's Goldilocks. I'm from town? Got lost, thought
I'd...break in to your house and steal all your things."
Goldilocks grinned. The house wasn't big enough for anyone
not to have heard her. It was empty. The family must have
gone out or something. Well, she wasn't about to head back
into the woods just because of a little thing like breaking
and entering. She'd just hang around a while, warm herself
up, find a map, then go back to town. No one would be the
wiser.
Goldilocks pulled a shawl off the couch and draped it
around herself. Much better. She felt the tingle of her
skin defrosting already. Rummaging around on the shelves
produced a map. It also produced a framed photo which
Goldilocks assumed was of the Bear family.
Cute. If the picture was current, then the wife was in
remarkable shape for a woman in her forties. The husband
was one of those big guys who could be described as
"stocky," the kind of guy who you could tell got big from
hard work, not from pumping iron in a fancy gym.
Goldilocks admired that.
The third person in the photo caused Goldilocks to stop
breathing for a moment. He was a gorgeous young man with a
strong chin and broad shoulders. He resembled the best of
his mother and father, absolutely hot. Made Brad Pitt look
like Quasimodo. For a moment, Goldilocks considered
hanging around to meet him. Then she remembered what she
was wearing. Probably best to leave, then come back when
she was more properly attired. Jake was definitely on the
outs.
Goldilocks put the picture back, then spread out the map on
the floor and began trying to figure out where she was.
"Let's see," she said, "I must've gone north, then crossed
over Owl Creek Bridge..."
Then she smelled something delicious. Food. Real food.
There were three bowls on the dining-room table. It wasn't
until Golidlocks saw them that she realized how hungry she
was. She knew it was wrong to take someone's food right
out of their mouths, but she was starving and lost and
cold, and needed it more than the owners did. Or at least,
that's how she saw it.
Goldilocks hurried over to the table, clumsily because of
the heels. After cursing Jake again, Goldilocks took a
spoon out of one of the bowls. It was filled with a creamy
substance. Porridge. Figured. Well, she was hungry
enough to eat anything.
Goldilocks put the spoonful in her mouth. Then she made a
face. It was freezing cold. She couldn't eat this.
Goldilocks took the bowl into the kitchen, but after
searching everywhere, couldn't find a microwave. What kind
of a family didn't have a microwave? These guys really
*were* animals.
Goldilocks came back and dropped the bowl on the table.
There were two more bowls. She tried the larger one with a
surge of hope, but dropped the spoon with a gasp. Her
tongue was on fire. She spat out the last of the burning
cereal onto the floor.
"Too hot," Goldilocks slurred as she tried to cool her
mouth by fanning it. "Too hot!"
When she was able to calm down, Goldilocks couldn't help
thinking what a miserable night she was having. First, too
cold. Then, too hot. She spat once more, then decided to
play the masochist some more and reached for the third
bowl.
She flinched as she touched the spoon to her mouth. Not
bad. Warm, but not too hot, and not too cold either. In
fact, it was just the right temperature. Goldilocks sipped
the porridge off the spoon.
Delicious. The mother bear was one hell of a cook.
Goldilocks felt hunger take over as she began to tuck
heaping spoonfuls into her mouth. Just as she realized
she'd finished the whole bowl, Goldilocks began to feel a
little strange...
...more to cum...
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