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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.
>
> +++
>
> 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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