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Goldilocks And The Three Bears
by Night Writer
CHAPTER FOUR - "Somebody's Been..."
Goldilocks picked up the fleshy vibrator. She ran a
moistened finger along the shaft, savoring its warmth. A
small switch was at the base which she flicked. The device
began to tremble in her glistening hands.
Goldilocks spread her legs again and looked down her lean,
tanned belly at her soaking wet crotch. She brought the
vibrator down to carress the engorged lips of her slit. On
contact with the buzzing tip, Goldilocks let out a groan.
She began to shiver as pleasure swept through her body.
The vibrator's hum wavered as she moved the tip up and down
the length of her crack.
She pressed the tip against her clitoris and began tracing
lazy circles over it. Goldilocks gasped at the intense
sensations it sent through her. But it wasn't enough. Her
fleshy cave ached to be filled. Goldilocks played the
vibrator downwards to the mouth of her hole.
She pressed the vibrator inside of her. This time, the
shaft disappeared into her body with ease, almost gliding
on her smooth inner walls. Goldilocks began to drag it in
and out, breathing slowly and cautiously. The vibrator was
a perfect fit, filling her crevices wonderfully, but not so
hard that it strained her. And it trembled and stimulated
the walls of her pussy in ways that drove whimpers out of
her mouth.
Goldilocks began to thrust it deeper into herself. She
felt a burning sensation that swelled from her clit
throughout her body. She began to buck her hips, ramming
the vibrator into her hole at the same time. Her back
arched higher and higher until only her head and feet still
remained on the mattress. Her hips were raised high in the
air as she plunged her handheld lover between her thighs.
She could feel the peak of her arousal rushing towards her
and worked the vibrator in a frenzy to cross over the line.
She screamed as the orgasm swept through her body. It
tightened every muscle in violent spasms. Goldilocks let
go of the vibrator to grab hold of the blankets beneath
her. The vibrator remained inside her, pinned in the grip
of her clenched vagina. She couldn't move, paralyzed by
the waves of pleasure that flooded over her mind and body.
All she could do was shiver and jerk with every jolt of her
cumming.
When the orgasm finally eased, Goldilocks collapsed back
onto the bed. As the final spasms shook her, Goldilocks
felt such an overwhelming sense of bliss and relaxation
that she quietly fell asleep. The vibrator glided out from
between her legs onto the bed.
+ + +
By the time her family decided to head back to their
cottage, Melissa Bear was so horny that she felt like
gnawing her legs off. Her entire body was trembling so
badly that it was hard to walk. Her panties were swamped
with her jucies to the point that little rivers were
running down her thighs into her shoes.
Melissa knew that if her plan didn't work and she couldn't
have her husband tonight, she would explode. She had her
arm around her husband, trying to prep him for the porridge
by massaging his butt as they walked. She also
occasionally kissed him, probing his mouth with her tongue
each time.
So far, he wasn't responding at all. He just looked
uncomfortable with the attention, probably because he was
preoccupied with work. Melissa felt like screaming.
Throughout the walk, Barry had walked ahead of them at a
distance. Now, as they approached their cottage, Barry was
the first to reach the front door. He entered ahead of
them, and Melissa heard his cry.
"Hey, what's goin' on around here?" Barry yelled.
Paul looked down at his wife in alarm, then ran ahead of
her to the house. Melissa hurried after him, grateful that
something was distracting her from the fantasties swirled
in her head.
The living room was a mess. All the pictures had been
moved. Her favorite shawl and their roadmap were both
lying on the couch and floor. But both Paul and Barry's
attentions were focused on the kitchen table.
Melissa felt a chill of horror as she realized the porridge
had been disturbed.
"Somebody's been eating my porridge," Barry said.
Melissa rushed to the table. Her bowl was turned over, but
the spoon sticking out of it told the story. "Yes. And
somebody was eating my porridge, too." The thought made
her groan on the inside.
Paul picked up his bowl, then dropped it again. "Yeah,
well somebody _ate_ all of mine. Looks like somebody broke
in."
Barry looked around the room. "They left the TV and VCR.
Radio, too."
"Maybe they haven't finished yet." Paul looked at the
nearby staircase. "Maybe they're still here, upstairs.
We'd better get our guns."
They jogged over to the desk where they kept their guns
under lock and key. Melissa was only vaguely aware of it.
She felt the sick realization that someone who broke in had
eaten an incredibly potent aphrodisiac. If the thief felt
anything like she did now...Melissa was glad her men were
around, because otherwise she'd surely be raped.
Then she noticed a pile of red cloth lying in a corner. It
was a dress. A skimpy red dress. Melissa put two-and- two
together. An unusual thought struck her. She checked to
make sure that the others weren't watching, then took one
of the still-full bowls of porridge. Melissa hid it behind
her back.
She moved close to her husband who was loading his pistol.
He snapped in the magazine, then nodded to his son. Barry
got the message and began going up the stairs, gun at the
ready.
Paul took Melissa in one arm, holding out his gun with the
other. The two of them headed up after Barry.
He led with his gun as he peered into the master bedroom.
Barry nodded towards the beds which were thrown into
disarray.
"Somebody's been sleeping in my bed," Paul murmured.
"And somebody's been sleeping in my bed," Melissa whispered
back. She wondered if they found her dildos.
Then she noticed the thong panties lying on the carpet.
She had to keep from smiling. This was going to be
interesting.
Paul turned and crept towards his own bedroom. He froze
and jammed his gun through the doorway.
"Somebody's been sleeping in my bed," Barry growled. "And
he's still here."
Paul ran forward to aim at the person lying on Barry's bed.
Melissa moved up behind him, glaring at the naked figure
curled up on the mattress.
"Okay, Mama Bear," Paul snarled. "Call the police. Barry
and I will cover this guy..."
A dildo rolled off the bed and onto the floor. It was
Melissa's small one. She looked at it, then at the person
lying on the bed.
"Honey," Melissa said, "it's a woman."
"What?" Barry ran further into the room to roll the woman
over.
His eyes bulged as he took in the beautiful face and body
of the woman. Her small, but firm breasts were peaked with
red, thick nipples. Her flat stomach was damp, a wet trail
running down it to disappear between her legs. That, plus
the intruder's shiny fingers and the smile that graced her
full lips, confirmed Melissa's suspicions that she had
eaten the aphrodisiac.
"It's a woman," Barry breathed.
...more to cum...
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