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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.
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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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