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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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