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>
> Goldilocks And The Three Bears
>
> by Night Writer
>
> CHAPTER ONE - Where We Meet The Cast
>
> Goldilocks walked through the forest, burning with anger.
> She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Goldilocks
> had left her house over an hour ago, after getting a very
> hot phone call from her boyfriend, Jake. He had described
> a large variety of interesting and (in some states) illegal
> things he would do to her if Goldilocks could manage to
> sneak out of her house.
>
> Well, she had managed it, which wasn't easy for a
> nineteen-year- old girl, especially in her house.
> Goldilocks had been forced to climb out of her bedroom
> window after telling her dad that she was taking a nap.
>
> >From there, Goldilocks had snuck off into the forest. Her
> boyfriend had come up with what seemed to be a great idea -
> they would do it in the woods, miles from where anyone from
> town would catch them. Jake had given her careful
> instructions to get her to the clearing where they would
> make love for hours. Or at least, Goldilocks hoped they
> would.
>
> But the perfect plan had fallen apart. Despite carefully
> following the directions, Goldilocks was convinced she was
> lost. It had been over an hour, and Jake had said the
> clearing was only five minutes away. Goldilocks had
> ventured off the path Jake had given her, and now didn't
> know where she was. She hadn't even brought a compass.
>
> So now Goldilocks was forced to wander through the trees
> and brush, hoping she would find a stream or something that
> would lead her back home.
>
> She felt like an idiot. Here she was, the most beautiful
> girl in town, reduced to climbing over tree roots and
> fighting through branches. In a way, she hoped someone
> would find her. Then again, Goldilocks hoped no one would.
> She was wearing an outfit that Jake had requested, one
> which Goldilocks hoped no one else would see.
>
> Her curvy legs were freely exposed to the cool air of the
> woods, the calves enhanced by the two-inch heels she wore
> on her slender feet. The hem of her red dress just barely
> reached the curves under her buttocks. It was only a few
> centimeters away from revealing her red thong panties, and
> when she bent over, those centimeters disappeared. From
> that vantage point, it would be easy for any observer to
> confirm that the long, blond hair that spawned her nickname
> was her natural color.
>
> The dress was also tight enough to show off her narrow
> waist. And since Goldilocks wasn't too top-heavy, she was
> able to go without a bra. Jake loved the sight of
> Goldilocks' thick nipples forming tiny peaks on her dress.
> Goldilocks had rubbed them with an ice cube before she left
> home, just to make sure they were good and hard.
>
> Not that she needed it as it turned out. It was freezing
> out in the forest, and Goldilocks ground her teeth as she
> felt chill winds tickling her legs the way she wished her
> boyfriend would.
>
> Goldilocks shivered and ducked under a long-hanging branch
> of a tree. As she looked up at the silvery moon just
> visible through the canopy of the forest, Goldilocks just
> prayed she would find something, anything, that would get
> her out of this mess.
>
> +++
>
> Although she didn't know it, Goldilocks was only a few feet
> away from the home of the three Bears. That's Bears by
> name, not by nature.
>
> At the very moment that Goldilocks was making her way
> through the dark forest, Melissa Bear was humming to
> herself as she worked over a simmering pot in the kitchen.
> The pot contained a special concoction that she had read in
> a women's magazine.
>
> Melissa's heart jumped as the front door slammed. She
> wiped off her hands and hurried out to where a large man
> was lurching in through the front door.
>
> "Evening, honey," Melissa said, trying to sound cheerful.
> "Rough day?"
>
> "Don't ask," Paul Bear grumbled, tossing his coat onto a
> living room chair. "I swear, those jerks at the office try
> to mess up my business."
>
> Melissa put on her most seductive look as she sidled over
> to Paul's side. She slid her hands around her husband's
> neck, ignoring the fact that he was pulling away.
>
> "Maybe I can help you relax," Melissa cooed. She let one
> of her hands slide down his waist to massage the front of
> his pants.
>
> Paul winced and untangled her hands from around himself.
> "Please, honey, you know I can't do this. I'm too tense."
>
> Melissa broke the embrace with a scowl. "That's what you
> always say these days. 'I'm too tense. I'm too tense.'"
>
> "Well, maybe I am, ever think of that? I'm trying to run a
> business here."
>
> "So when are you going to make time for us?"
>
> Paul closed his eyes. "When the business gets going..."
>
> "So that's it?" Melissa asked. "I'm supposed to just sit
> around, waiting for you to get your act together? I think
> it says a lot about you that my needs are of a lesser
> priority than your work."
>
> Paul glared at her. "Don't talk to me about your needs. I
> know you get along just fine without me. What about that
> little trio you've got hidden upstairs under your mattress?
> Think I don't know about that?"
>
> Melissa felt her face grow hot. "Well, I wouldn't have to
> make love to a battery if..."
>
> The thumps of footsteps down the stairs silenced the two
> Bears. Melissa tried to smile as their son came trooping
> into the living room.
>
> "Barry," Melissa said. "Nice to have you with us again.
> Haven't seen you for hours."
>
> "Yeah," Barry Bear murmured. "I been busy."
>
> Paul Bear settled into his armchair and unfolded a
> newspaper. "Doin' what?"
>
> "Reading, mainly. "I been cooped up in this stupid cabin
> for two weeks. You hog up the car so I can't even get to
> town."
>
> Paul peered over his glasses at the headline of his paper.
> "Nobody twisted your arm to come here, Baby Bear."
>
> "Don't call me that," Barry murmured. "I'm eighteen years
> old. I'm not a baby anymore."
>
> Melissa stroked Paul's head, running her fingers through
> his grey hair. "Honey, maybe Barry's right. This business
> of yours...it's tearing the family apart. We have to live
> in this cottage so far from anywhere else. You're never
> home anymore. Barry has no friends to spend time with, and
> I get so lonely..."
>
> Paul dropped his newspaper with a sigh. Melissa shivered
> as he let a hand slide around her waist to pull him close.
> It had been so long since he'd touched her like that...
>
> "Come on, Mama Bear," Paul said, using his petname for her.
> "You know how much this company means to me. I've spent my
> whole life working towards this. It's my dream. I...I
> know we're going through a rough patch right now, but it'll
> get better. I promise."
>
> Melissa leaned over to rest her cheek on his head. Her
> breasts pushed up against his shoulder, and she tried to
> make it look accidental. "I just wish we had time for us.
> You know? Just something we could do as a family or...as
> husband and wife..."
>
> Barry winced and headed into the kitchen. "Geez, guys, get
> a room, why don't ya? Hey, Mama Bear, what's this crap?"
>
> Melissa sighed and broke the embrace, leaving her husband
> to continue with his paper. He hadn't even noticed her
> none-too- subtle attempt to arouse him.
>
> Barry was at the pot in the kitchen, dipping a spoon into
> it. He was about to bring a spoonful to his lips when
> Melissa grabbed his wrist.
>
> "No!" she yelled, then forced herself to calm down.
> "It's... it's a recipe I got out of a magazine.
> Porridge."
>
> "Porridge?" Barry asked. "For dinner?"
>
> "Yes," Melissa said. "Trust me, it's delicious. But it's
> not ready yet, so put the spoon down. Now."
>
> Barry shrugged and dropped the contents of the spoon back
> into the pot. "Fine. Don't see what the big deal is,
> though. Lemme know when it's ready."
>
> He got a Twinkie out of the closet, then sauntered out of
> the kitchen.
>
> Melissa released her tension with a sigh. That was close.
> What Melissa hadn't told Barry was that the dish was called
> Passion Porridge. The magazine had said it was a powerful
> aphrodesiac guaranteed to put life into even the most tired
> husband. Melissa hoped it was true. She could handle
> everything about their new life, except how frigid it had
> made her husband. It had been months since her Papa Bear
> had shared her bed.
>
> That made her think of the three objects nestled under her
> pillow. She paled as she remembered Paul's comments. He
> knew about them. How did he know? They had bought the
> house, only to discover the master bedroom only came with
> single beds. Part of their marital problem was due to
> sleeping apart from each other. Melissa thought it was a
> sad commentary that they hadn't yet felt the need to push
> the beds together. Paul never made the beds, so Melissa
> had assumed her mattress was a safe hiding place for her
> artificial lovers. Now the secret was out. Melissa
> flushed with shame.
>
> She shook her head. Well, after tonight, if all went as
> planned, Melissa would be able to throw her toys away.
> Well...maybe put them somewhere safe. She was surprised at
> how much she enjoyed them.
>
> Melissa turned off the heat under the pot. In reality, the
> porridge was done. She hadn't wanted Barry to taste it for
> fear that it might affect him. It wouldn't be right to
> have a horny eighteen-year-old boy cooped up in a house
> like this.
>
> No, Melissa had better plans for him. She went to the
> fridge and took out a Tupperware bowl filled with normal
> porridge. The plan was simple. She and Paul would eat the
> Passion Porridge, while Barry ate normal porridge. Then,
> hopefully, after Barry went to bed, the singles would
> finally be pushed together.
>
> Melissa looked at the clock. Dinner was always at seven,
> which was in one minute. She didn't have much time,
> otherwise Paul would get suspicious. She spooned the
> Passion Porridge into two bowls. Then she emptied the
> normal porridge into a bowl for Barry.
>
> Melissa accidentally got her thumb into one of the bowls.
> It felt like she was dipping into liquid fire. Melissa
> almost dropped the bowl as she reacted to the scalding hot
> porridge. She put the bowl down, then winced and absently
> sucked the porridge off her thumb. Melissa began running
> her thumb under the cold water tap to cool it. She never
> thought about what she had done until the last minute.
>
> The response was immediate. She felt her nipples harden
> instantly. Her breasts grew ultra-sensitive, until even
> the faint contact of her bra on her skin sent waves of
> pleasure through her. Her clitoris was suddenly floating
> in juices that oozed from her inner walls, throbbing in a
> way that nearly drove her wild.
>
> The desire that flooded through her was like an ache that
> she had to satisfy. Melissa felt like she was in a trance
> as she hiked up her dress with one hand to plunge her other
> into her dripping panties. Her index finger began to dance
> on her pulsing bud while her other fingers buried
> themselves in her tunnel. It took only a few seconds
> before the orgasm crashed through her, leaving her
> shuddering against the kitchen table.
>
> Melissa opened her eyes. She felt the desire fading, but
> not too much. It was still there, warming her with its
> presence, and she knew it wouldn't go away soon.
>
> Melissa grinned. At least she knew the Passion Porridge
> worked. Now all she had to do was get Paul to taste it,
> and the two of them would be shaking down the walls within
> the hour.
>
> ...more to cum...
>
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