Author: Z-Spot
Title: Goldilocks and the Three Bears
Chapters: 7
Summary: An erotic version of the classic fairy
   tale where a young woman stumbles across
   the Bear Family and their aphrodisiac porridge
Keywords: MMFF, parody, f-solo
Language: English
Copyright: 2005

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This story contains descriptions of nudity and sexual
situations.  If you're under sixteen and are reading
this, then your parents should keep a closer
eye on you. This story can't be changed or sold
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Goldilocks And The Three Bears (1 of 7)
by Z-Spot
(zeespot@operamail.com)

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
pussy.  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.

***

Goldilocks And The Three Bears (2 of 7)
by Z-Spot
(zeespot@operamail.com)

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...

***

Goldilocks And The Three Bears (3 of 7)
by Z-Spot
(zeespot@operamail.com)

Goldilocks felt really strange as she swallowed the last of the
porridge.  She could feel it as a lump sliding over her tongue,
down her throat, into her stomach where it began to burn like
a lump of coal.  The heat was spreading through her body, but
mainly downwards into her slit.

Her breasts felt like they were swelling to double their size,
every nerve ending crawling to the skin to make them as
sensitive as possible.  Goldilocks closed her eyes, feeling her
heart begin to pound harder and harder.  Something was
beginning to throb inside her cavernous regions, starting from
the inside and moving out.  Waves of pleasure began to flow
through it, causing little moans to break through her clenched
lips.

Goldilocks opened her eyes.  She realized her hands had pulled
up her dress, even though she didn't remember doing it.  One
hand was crushing her right breast in its grip, the nipple
firm against her palm.  The other hand had found its way into
the crack of her ass, buried between her full cheeks to reach
her slit from behind.  Three fingers had moved the crotch of her
panties aside to wedge themselves between her now swollen
lips.

Goldilocks yanked them out, gasping for air, as she whispered,
"What's happening to me?"

The porridge.  It had to be the porridge.  These freaks had
slipped something into it.  Maybe this was all a trap to lure
young girls into their house and drug them.  But Goldilocks
came back to reality with the knowledge that this was
unlikely.  They were probably just weirdos.  Her town was full
of them.  Maybe the Bears were junkies, and had mixed their
fix into their regular meals.

Goldilocks definitely had eaten something strange.  She'd
always avoided drugs at school, but she imagined it must be
something like this.  She felt a little lightheaded, but she wasn't
hallucinating or anything.  In fact, the only thing that she could
tell was happening was that she was really, really horny.

Goldilocks fought the impulse to submerge her fingers in
her body again.  Man, she needed it bad.  But she had to
stay focused.  She had to figure out how to get back to town.
When she was safely home, Goldilocks could fuck herself all
night long.  And probably would.

She picked up the map and spread it out again.  It was
hard to concentrate.  Every sensation in her body was
heightened a thousandfold.  Her panties were literally
dripping.  Her muscles trembled at the pleasure rippling through
them with every breath.  Eventually, after her third attempt to
focus on the map, Goldilocks gave up.

She needed to lie down.  Maybe take a cold shower.
Something to keep her focused.  At this rate, she'd be
trapped in these woods forever.

Through the sensual haze in her mind, Goldilocks saw
a nearby staircase.  That had to lead somewhere.  Goldilocks
staggered towards it.  She gave up resisting and allowed her
hands to trace circles on her tender breasts through the thin
fabric of her dress.  Her nipples were more rigid than she
ever remembered them being, mercilessly tickled by rubbing
against the cloth.

Goldilocks reached back and unzipped her dress.  It tumbled
down the curves of her body, sliding off onto the floor.  Now
she wore only her high heels and red thong panties.

Goldilocks climbed the stairs awkwardly as she dug an index
finger into her wet cavity.  She licked the finger clean as she
made her way down the corridor she found at the top of the
stairs.  The bathroom faced her, along with two rooms on
opposite sides of the hall.  On an impulse, Goldilocks headed
into the one on the right.

It was a master bedroom.  Two single beds were propped
against a wall.  Goldilocks needed to lie down, but her
main concern was no longer sleep.  She just wanted
somewhere to lie back and finger herself until she enjoyed the
screaming orgasm that she knew was waiting for her.

Goldilocks climbed onto the nearest bed.  It was as hard as a
rock.  One of those orthopedic mattresses for people with bad
backs.  Not the kind of thing that Goldilocks would feel
comfortable on.

Goldilocks crawled onto the other bed.  She sank luxuriously
into it.  It was covered in satin sheets, the mattress wonderfully
soft. Maybe a little too soft.  Goldilocks lay back on the bed,
feeling herself sink deeper, the mattress like hands reaching up
to cradle her.  Goldilocks closed her eyes and let her hands drift
down to hook her thumbs on her underwear.  She gently
dragged her panties down her legs, over her thighs, down her
calves, to her ankles.

Goldilocks left them there, hooked on her feet.  She spread her
legs wide, heels together, to form a circle as her fingers
descended into herself.  Both hands began to explore her pussy,
one sliding gently over the moist hood over her clitoris, the other
sinking into the velvet folds of her dripping slit.  Rubbing delicate
circles over her hard clit, Goldilocks also worked her fingers in
and out of her pussy.

She began to rock back and forth at the twin action being
played over herself.  The walls of her pussy quivered, grasping
at her digits as if trying to pull them in deeper.  Goldilocks
rolled her head back, her mouth hanging open as her clit
began to burn and tingle, growing stronger with each passing
second.  Goldilocks gave off a snort, then rubbed her right
palm up and down over her hood, faster and faster.

Something jabbed her in the back.  Goldilocks broke off
her gyrations to roll over and feel under the mattress.  Her
wet fingers came in contact with something cold and smooth.
She pulled it out.

It was a dildo.  Colored an ivory white, it was only an
inch long, but its bullet-shaped curves brought a smile to
Goldilocks' face.  Just what she needed.

But there was still something poking her.  She reached back
under the mattress to pull out an even larger object, this time
a rubber vibrator about six inches long.  It was colored a
fleshy pink and was molded to look like a real penis.
Goldilocks ran her fingers over the veins and bumps.  She
had never seen anything like it before.  It was so real.

Then she realized there was still something under her.  For
what she hoped was the last time, Goldilocks reached under
the mattress and pulled out a third object.  It was another
dildo, but this was huge.  At least a foot long and two inches
thick.  Goldilocks swallowed at the shock of it.  She couldn't
believe any woman could get a monster like that into herself.
But at this point, she was willing to try.

As Goldilocks leaned back in the bed, the left side of the
mattress that was cradling her fell open.  She rolled off the
bed to sprawl on her stomach onto the floor.  Goldilocks
lay there, groaning, then the vibrator rolled off and whacked
her on the head.

Goldilocks staggered to her feet and glared at the bed.  It
was soft, but there was such a thing as being too soft.
Wasn't there anything normal in this place?  All she wanted
was a quiet place to relax and relieve herself.  Goldilocks
remembered seeing another room across the hall.  She
picked up the three dildos, kicked off her panties, and
headed out of the room.

The second bedroom was a mess, the typical guy's room.
But there was a bed, a nice, simple one.  Goldilocks
climbed onto it.  Perfect.  The mattress wasn't too hard or
soft.  Just right.

She lay back on the soft blankets and rested her head on the
pillow.  Goldilocks spread her legs as she looked over the
dildoes she had found in the other room.  She finally selected
the smallest one.

Goldilocks began to run the pale head of the dildo over her
netherlips.  A layer of her juices made it slide easily over her
entrance.  She closed her eyes, humming softly as she savored
the feel of its cool plastic against her skin.  Goldilocks slid it
upwards to circle her clit a few times with the tip.  The
plastic began to warm against her body.

She slid it down, leaving a wet trail.  Pressing it inwards
caused it to delicately part her lips.  The dildo slid easily
into her pussy.  Goldilocks rolled her head to one side,
licking her lips as she began to thrust it into her body.

It drove her wild, needing more and more.  She forced it
in deeper.  And deeper.  Then suddenly it was drawn out
of her fingers.  Her greedy pussy had sucked its inch-long
shaft right inside of it.  Goldilocks groaned as she fished
around in her pussy with her hand until she was able to
draw it out.

Goldilocks glared at the tiny white bullet.  Ordinarily, she
wasn't too concerned about size, but right now she
needed all she could get.  This dildo was too small.

She tossed it onto the floor as she looked back at her
collection.  Her sticky hand reached for the biggest one.
Its foot-long shaft drew a smile to her face.  Yes, this
was what she needed.  Goldilocks needed to be filled,
all the way, every inch of her.

She lay back on the bed again.  Her legs bent to prop
themselves up, her feet nestled against her buttcheeks.
Goldilocks began to breathe slowly to relax as she
turned the dildo's thick head towards the opening of
her pussy.

The mushroom-shaped nub seemed huge as she
brought it towards her.  She got a good grip on the
veiny shaft, then eased the head inside.  Goldilocks
closed her eyes, wincing, as the huge member penetrated
her.

It was so big.  Her inner walls were stretched to their
limits to allow the intruder inside.  Her body began to
react, clenching to try to force out the invader.  She
grit her teeth and kept going.  As the warming plastic
slid deeper inside, it sent shivers of pleasure through
her body.  The craving she had felt was being satisfied
with every inch.

Goldilocks looked down at her crotch.  It felt like she
was full, but the dildo was only a few nches in.  The rest of
the shaft protruded from her.  She moved her hands farther
along it to get a better grip, then bit her lip as she pulled
harder.

It was incredible.  She had never been so stuffed in her
entire life.  It felt like a balloon had been inflated inside
her, filling every nook and crevice.  Her inner walls were
screaming at the edge of capacity.  Her opening was
straining to wrap around the enormous member.

Goldilocks bit her lip.  It was becoming painful, but it
was good kind of pain, at the edge of pleasure.  And
the craving was demanding more, loving every moment
of it.  She took a few more quick breaths, then eased
the dildo in another inch.

The pain crossed over the line, away from pleasure.
This wasn't working.  She allowed her body to force
out the intruder, sliding it out until it popped into her
hands.  Goldilocks dropped the dildo and went limp.
She was too tight.  The dildo was just too big.

Goldilocks felt like crying as she crammed her fingers
into her aching hole.  She was desperate for relief.
As she tried to massage herself back to life, she spied
the six-inch vibrator lying on the floor.  It looked like it
was not too big, not too small.  It looked just right.

Goldilocks And The Three Bears (4 of 7)
by Z-Spot
(zeespot@operamail.com)

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 as he looked into the room. His gun dropped as he
whispered, "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.

***

Goldilocks And The Three Bears (5 of 7)
by Z-Spot
(zeespot@operamail.com)

FIVE - Where The Fun Begins

"Why would a naked woman break into our house?" Paul
asked.

The woman's smile broadened.  She smacked her lips, then
slowly opened her eyes.  She looked up at Barry.  Her eyes
widened as she screamed.  The woman grabbed her blanket
and dragged it up to cover herself.

"Oh my god," she blurted out.  "I'm so sorry, I was lost
and cold and this house was there and I just wanted to
warm up and get directions..."

Paul had his gun pointed at her head as he snarled, "Is that
why you're in my son's bed, naked, with a dildo up your
pussy?"

The woman blushed.  "Look, that's...kinda hard to explain.
I ate some of that porridge downstairs, and man, I don't
know what you put in it..."

"What's she talking about?" Paul asked.

Melissa smiled and brought the bowl out from behind her
back.  "This.  I put an aphrodisiac in the porridge for you,
Papa Bear.  I just thought it would spice up our bedroom."

Paul glared at her.  "You what?  Mama, I can't believe
you would try a sneaky thing like..."

Barry hadn't moved or said anything during the entire
interrogation.  He had only stood where he was, frozen,
his eyes wide as they feasted on the nude body of the
woman in his bed.  But now he seemed to come alive
at his mother's words.

"You what?" Barry asked.  "You put an aphrodesiac
in the porridge?"

"Yup," Melissa said.

"Does it work?"

Melissa breathed in through her teeth in a hiss before
saying, "Yeah, it works."

The woman in the bed grinned up at Barry with a
sly look in her eyes.  "I can vouch for that.  I was so
horny, I thought I was gonna die.  Still am."

Barry tossed his gun aside and dug a finger into the
porridge.  "Lemme try that."  He sucked the porridge
off his finger.

Barry closed his eyes and shivered.  His pants tightened
as an erection formed immediately.  It looked like it was
going to tear open his zipper.  The woman on the bed
lunged forward to unzip his pants.  His erect penis
popped out into the air.  The woman immediately
plunged it into her mouth and began to suck it as hard
as she could.

Paul's face swelled like he was going to explode.  "Have
you all gone nuts?  This is a break-in, not an orgy..."

"Oh, shut up, Papa Bear."  Melissa scooped up some of
the porridge and jammed it into his open mouth.

Paul lurched back, the cereal smearing his face,
coughing hysterically.  He looked like he was going to
choke for a moment, then stiffened.  His eyes glazed
over.  His pants tented in a way that rivalled Barry's
as the porridge began to work.

Melissa seized her chance and dove at her husband,
tackling him to get him on the floor.  She climbed on
top of him, straddling his hips, to position her wet
panties over his thick member.  She kissed him deeply
and felt a chill as he responded, digging into her mouth
with his tongue.

***

Goldilocks sucked the young man's cock deep into
her throat.  She wanted it as far down as she could get,
to feel it filling her stomach.  The man the others called
Barry groaned loudly as she worked on him.  He
continued to grow in her mouth, getting bigger and
thicker.  After a few seconds, he was practically
choking her.  She was forced to spit him out before
she gagged.

Her eyes widened at the sight of him.  He was bigger
than any guy she had ever seen, even Jake, who she'd
always thought was big.  She looked up into his
chiselled features, now slick with sweat.  His shoulders
were broad and muscular.  Goldilocks knew he was
what she had been longing for.  She reached up and
began to unbutton his shirt.

"What's your name?" Barry breathed.

"Gina.  My friends call me Goldilocks."  She spread
open his shirt, exposing a firm stomach and
abdomen.

Barry grinned wickedly down at her.  "Am I your
friend?"

"You will be if you fuck me."  She climbed onto the
bed, lay back, and spread her legs.

Barry wasted no time in dropping his pants, then
grabbing her legs.  He spread her wider as he positioned
himself in front of him.  His rod sank deep into her
pussy to swim in her juices.  Barry began to pump
her hard and fast.

***

Melissa's hands worked on her husband's pants as her
tongue worked in his mouth.  She unbuttoned his fly
to let his member spring free.  She couldn't bother to
undress.  Melissa shifted her soaked panties to one side
and impaled herself on him.

Paul grunted as she began to ride him.  Melissa
sat up and tore off her blouse.  As she slid up and down,
she unbuttoned her bra and tossed it aside.  Paul took
hold of her breasts, kneading them against her chest.
His fingers sought out her nipples to tweak them and
send shivers down her spine that met in her crotch.

Melissa rolled her head back, gasping as she was drilled
with flesh.  It had been so long.  Paul was moving slowly
and easily with her, blending their movements in a
steady rhythm.  Her head was swimming with pleasure.

She looked up at the bed.  Barry was on it with
Goldilocks, his butt clenched as he rammed into their
intruder.  She was squealing and gasping with every
thrust, their bodies making wet slapping noises as they
made contact.

Melissa looked down into Paul's eyes.  He was grinning
up at her.

"Can't believe," he gasped, "you had to go through all
this to get me."

"It was worth it," Melissa murmured.

She stopped and leaned forward.  Her hands gripped the
carpet.  Melissa began to pump her hips as hard and
fast as she could, grinding him into her with all her
strength.  Her stomach and his thighs grew slippery as
their shared fluids oozed from their bodies.

***

Barry couldn't believe what was happening to him.  Only
a few minutes ago, he had been bored and frustrated with
only the night to look forward to.  Now he had a beautiful,
naked woman in his bed, begging for his body.  And he
was so giving her everything he had, which was a lot more
than he'd know he could.  Probably whatever was in the
porridge was giving him added staying power.  It had to
be, because he should've blown his wad seconds ago.

But he continued to hump Goldilocks at a frenzied pace.
His shaft burned as he drilled it into her pussy.  She was
writhing and whimpering beneath him.  Her eyes were
locked on his as she snarled.

"Come on," she gasped.  "Give it to me.  Harder...harder...
all the way.  Come on, baby...that's it...give it to me
good...it's so good...so good..."

Her long legs wrapped around his waist.  The feet locked
on the small of his back.  She began to pull herself up to
meet him in unison with his thrusts.  With every impact,
Barry and Goldilocks grunted as if in one voice.

***

Melissa was breathing in heavy gasps as she rode Paul.
He was harder than she had ever know him to be,
filling her insides to the hilt.  It must be the aphrodisiac.
She had to remember to write a thank you letter to the
magazine with the recipe.

Paul was still holding onto her breasts, shaking them
to send little tingles through her body.  Melissa felt
the approach of her orgasm which quickened as she
bucked on his thighs.  She squeezed her eyes shut as she
pressed her hands into his chest, gripping him as hard
as she could.

"I'm gonna cum," she grunted through clenched
teeth.  "You're gonna make me cum.  Come on, make
me cum, Papa Bear!"

Then the orgasm swept through her, tightening her
body in spasms.  Something flickered in her vision as
the intensity drove her to the brink of unconsciousness.
She was vaguely aware that she was screaming at the
top of her lungs.

***

Goldilocks looked past her lover to see the woman
on the floor, riding the older man.  She was bucking
furiously, screaming, as an obvious orgasm ripped
through her.  It was enough to send Goldilocks over
the brink herself.

"I'm cumming," she gasped.  "I'm cumming, too..."

Then she could only squeal as her orgasm overtook
her.  Her pussy clutched at the shaft it surrounded in
quick pulses as she came.  Goldilocks could only
wrap her arms around Barry's neck and hold him as
she passed through a barrier into ecstasy.

And Barry continued to fill her over and over again,
drawing the experience out to an incredible level.
Goldilocks went limp, flopping back to lie prone on
the bed, pleasure sweeping through her in waves.

***

Melissa came back to reality, amazed to find that
Paul was still thrusting into her.  She couldn't remember
the last time she had outlasted him.

But Melissa stopped him and climbed off.  "No more.
I...I have to rest for a minute."

Paul sat up, looking down at his still engorged member.
"But honey, I gotta make up for lost time.  This guy's
not gonna wait."

Melissa looked up at the bed where Goldilocks was
flailing beneath Barry's assault.  She had a thought that
she had never had before - sharing her husband with
another woman.

She looked at Paul with a sly grin.  "Why don't you
join her?"

Goldilocks And The Three Bears (6 of 7)
by Z-Spot
(zeespot@operamail.com)

SIX - Where The Story Lives Up To Its Title

Paul stared at her, looking absurdly serious with the grunts and
gasps of sex coming from the bed next to him.  "Are you
serious?"

"Of course I'm serious, Papa Bear," Melissa cooed.  She
ran a finger through his chest hair.  "Don't tell me you
don't want her."

"Of course I don't," Paul said.  "I love you, and only
want you."

Melissa gave him a playful slap.  "Oh, don't be such a
stick-in-the-mud.  Just this once.  Come on, give it to the
little bitch for breaking into our house."

Paul looked up at the bed.  Goldilocks was still shuddering
from her orgasm as his son plowed into her body.  His
erect penis twitched as he watched her breasts flopping
up and down.

"Well," he murmured.  "Okay.  But only because you
asked me to."

He got up and took hesitant steps towards the bed.
Melissa watched him, feeling something stirring inside
of her.  As he climbed onto the bed next to the young
blonde, she realized the thought of him with another
woman was oddly exciting.  It wasn't something she
wanted him to make a habit of, but just this once...

She licked the fingers of her right hand and began to
rub her damp crotch.  Melissa quickened her pace on
her clit as Paul moved forward.

***

Goldilocks should have felt drained after cumming like
that, but it somehow energized her.  Made her want
even more.  So when another penis wobbled into her
frame of vision, she grabbed hold of it before it got
away.

She sucked it into her mouth.  It was just as big as
Barry's, but she was ready for it this time.  Goldilocks sank
it deep into her throat quickly to suppress the gag reflex.  Now
she was being drilled from both ends and it was enough to make
her shudder harder.

Barry looked up at his father in surprise.  "Hey,
Papa Bear, what gives?  She's mine."

Paul was wincing as Goldilocks blew him deeply.
"Not my idea."

Barry looked over his shoulder at where Melissa was
lying against the wall.  She had a hand working
furiously on her clit as she panted in hard gasps.

"Well, okay," Barry growled.  "But stay outta my
way."

He went back to pounding Goldilocks, who began
to whimper again.  It was slightly muffled by the wad
of meat in her mouth.

***

Melissa watched her husband and son humping
Goldilocks as she masturbated.  Her index finger circled
her swollen clit as her other four mashed into her
wet pussy.  Her mouth hung open as she breathed
heavily through it.  She loved this.

***

Paul looked down at Goldilocks who looked back at him from
over his rigid shaft.  Her lips encircled him tightly.  He could
feel her tongue inside her mouth, carressing him.  Paul
began sliding himself in and out of her throat.

Just as he was getting into it, Goldilocks slipped him out of
her mouth.

"I've got an idea," she said in a hoarse voice.  "I want you
inside me."

"Hey," Barry said, "I was here first."


Paul looked down at Goldilocks who looked back at him from
over his rigid shaft. Her lips encircled him tightly. He 
could feel her tongue inside her mouth, carressing him. Paul
began sliding himself in and out of her throat. 

Just as he was getting into it, Goldilocks slipped him out
of her mouth. 

"I've got an idea," she said in a hoarse voice. "I want you
inside me." 

"Hey," Barry said, "I was here first." 

Goldilocks smiled at him in a crooked fashion. "I know. I
never said you should leave. But I've got more than one hole." 

She raised her hips off the bed to shake her ass. Barry got
the message. He slid himself out of her and stepped back. 
Goldilocks rolled over onto her stomach. Barry lay down on
the bed next to her. Goldilocks slid herself on top of him. 
She positioned herself that he was able to slide back into 
her warm, dripping cunt. Barry went back to his thrusting. 

Paul looked down at the round globes of her ass and the 
valley that lay between them. "Are you sure I'm gonna fit?" 

"Yeah," Goldilocks breathed. "I want it all. I wanna be 
filled up all the way. Come on, give it to me, Papa Bear." 

He slid forward, not believing this was happening. If it
weren't for the porridge, he would've passed out long ago.
As it was, he was almost in a state of shock from arousal. 

Barry's shaft was ramming into Goldilock's slit with
lightning speed. Paul aimed his cockhead at the puckered 
hole above her pussy. 

Melissa broke her deathgrip on her slit and got up off the
floor. She ran over to the bed, her breasts flopping
against her ribs. "Wait a minute. I wanna see this." 

Paul stared at her. "Jeez, Mama Bear, I never knew you 
had this in you." 

Melissa grinned up at him. "You never gave me the chance. 
Come on, stuff that tight, young ass." 

"Give it to me," Goldilocks gasped. "Give it to me, baby." 

Paul aimed his cockhead again. He pushed it into Goldilocks'
tight little asshole. At first, he didn't think it would fit. Then 
he began to slide inwards. Barry paused to allow him to sink
into the hot crevice. Paul couldn't believe how tight it was
inside, but he was making it in. 

Goldilocks trembled violently as he eased himself inside her.
Her arms gave out and she flopped down onto Barry's chest.
She lay there, her butt pushed up in the air, as Paul
finished entering her. 

"Okay," she moaned. "Now fuck me. Hump me good." 

Paul began to slide his member out, then back in again.
Barry moved with him, slowly, in the opposite direction. 
When Paul moved back out, Barry was pushing in. In this way,
they set up a counter-rhythm that filled her cunt and ass. 

Goldilocks still shuddered, her eyes squeezed shut. "Oh...
oh, yeah...oh, it's so good. Fill me up like that..." 


***

Melissa watched the young, beautiful woman tremble with both
two men impaling her. It was driving her insane with
excitement. Melissa had to agree with Paul. She had never know
herself to be so kinky. 

As she watched them humping, her finger found her clit again. 
Melissa vibrated it quickly, her hips curling up with the 
sensations. But it wasn't enough. She looked at Goldilocks'
face, tight and pinched with ecstasy. Her mouth was open wide
in an O, through which she drew quick breaths. 

And Melissa got another thought that would have horrified her
only a few hours ago. 

She climbed onto the bed, which was pretty crowded right now.
It squeaked and crackled with the pumping of the three people 
on it already. Melissa crawled over to Goldilocks. She put a 
finger under the girl's chin to lift her head. Goldilocks 
looked at Melissa with eyes that were glazed with passion. 

Melissa kissed her. She pushed her tongue into the girl's 
mouth. As she had hoped, Goldilocks responded by wrapping 
her tongue around Melissa's. They french-kissed for a few 
seconds, the arousal building, then Melissa broke it off. 

She pulled herself up to crouch over Barry's head. It placed 
her glistening slit directly in front of Goldilocks. Melissa
spread her netherlips to expose her thick, hard clit. 

No words needed to be spoken. Goldilocks lunged forward to
bury her face between the fleshy folds of Melissa's cunt.
Melissa jerked as she felt the girl's tongue sink into her 
pussy. It began to lick and swirl inside the salty walls of
her depths. 

Melissa pressed her head against the wall behind her. She
clenched her teeth as Goldilocks lapped at her crotch. 

"That's it," Melissa hissed. "Eat me. Eat me like the little
whore you are...make me cum all over your face, bitch." 

"Uh-huh," Goldilocks grunted with her mouth full of flesh. 

***

GOLDILOCKS AND THE THREE BEARS (7 of 7)
by Z-Spot
(zeespot@operamail.com)

SEVEN - Living Happily Ever After

Paul looked over Goldilocks' slender back to watch her
devouring his wife's slit. Melissa was clutching the young
woman's hair with both hands like she was holding
onto the reins of a horse. Her expression was twisted in 
pleasure. She began to buck her hips into the 
girl's face. 

"Yes," she hissed. "Eat me...eat me out..." 

She opened her eyes to look at her husband. She gave him
an open-mouthed smile. The look sent something stirring 
in him. He looked down at Goldilocks. They were
all having sex with her; him and Barry drilling her
soaking-wet holes as Melissa humped her face. 

Paul grabbed Goldilocks by her hips. He began to pump harder
and harder, feeling the familiar stirring in his balls at
last. He had reached even the limits of the 
aphrodisiac's endurance. 

"I'm gonna cum," Paul grunted. 

"Me, too," Barry said from under Goldilocks. "I'm...
gonna..." 

Goldilocks broke her kiss on Melissa's bush to look down
at him. "Yeah, come on, guys. Shoot your cum into me. Fill
me up all the way." 

Melissa was diddling herself again, her hand a blur
nestled in her pubic hair. "Come on, guys. Fill her with 
hot cum." 

Paul gasped, the orgasm curling his toes as his penis
erupted inside Goldilocks. His body convulsed violently
as it shot cum deep into Goldilocks' ass.
He could feel Barry as well, spewing into her pussy as 
well. As Paul's balls tightened, pumping another round
into her pussy, cum oozed out from Goldilocks' 
overstuffed holes onto the bed. And Paul continued to
shoot, roaring at the top of his lungs, pleasure buzzing
in his head with every thrust. 

When his balls clenched for the final time, Paul drew 
himself out. He couldn't stop himself from falling
backwards. He collapsed on the floor. Paul passed out 
with a smile on his face. 

***

Goldilocks looked over her shoulder at where the
older man had collapsed.  She looked down at Barry
beneath her.  He trembled as his member pulsed
with a final squirt of cum, then his eyes rolled up into
his head.  He was gone, too.

Goldilocks grinned up at Melissa.  "Guess it was a little
too much for them."

Melissa continued to stroke her clit as she smiled at
Goldilocks.  "No reason we can't still have fun."

Goldilocks took her hand and moved it aside.  Melissa
got on her knees, then shoved Barry off the bed onto
the floor.  She locked lips with Goldilocks again, then
slid her mouth down the girl's neck.  She left a cool
trail on the young woman's skin as she traced a path
to Goldilocks' breasts.

Melissa sucked one of Goldilocks' firm nipples into
her mouth.  She nuzzled the girl's breasts as she tugged
on the nipple with her teeth.  Her hand sought out
Goldilocks' other breast to cup it.  Melissa hummed,
sending shivers through the girl's body.  Then she
finally broke off to slide further south.

Goldilocks waited until Melissa was lying down.  Then
she slipped a leg over her shoulder to straddle the woman's
face.  Goldilocks swung her head to look down at the
slippery entrance of Melissa's pussy.  Goldilocks lowered
her mouth until it came in contact with Melissa's
crotch.

Melissa returned the favor, sliding a tongue deep over
her outer lips.  The firm organ flicked its way down to
penetrate Goldilocks' hot caverns.  Goldilocks groaned
as she tasted the woman's swollen red lips.

Goldilocks sat back onto Melissa's face as she began
to lap at the older woman's slit.  She traced circles in
the flesh, licking up her salty juices, even as Melissa
did the same.  Goldilocks felt a tightness inside her
as Melissa stroked her lower lips.  Then Melissa moved
her tongue to the girl's clit.

Goldilocks gasped as Melissa suckled her clit like a
nipple.  Goldilocks reached down and spread Melissa
wide to gaze down at the wrinkles of her sex.  The
woman's clit poked out at her, so red and swollen that
it resembled a miniature penis.  Goldilocks pinched it
with a thumb and forefinger and began to stroke it.

Melissa shuddered, her hips writhing in circles.  "Oh...
oh, yeah, that's it...stroke me..."  Then she mashed her
face into Goldilocks' cunt.

Goldilocks gasped as Melissa plunged two fingers
into her and began to pump them inside.  Goldilocks
continued to stroke the woman's clit as she drilled
a finger into the oozing depths.  She matched Melissa's
rhythm as best she could, but her head was swimming
with desire.

Suddenly, Goldilocks felt an orgasm rushing at her
like a train.  She pumped her lover's depths with her
fingers as hard and fast as she could, adding her tongue
to join them inside.  Melissa whimpered and gasped
even as she matched Goldilocks' pace.  The two of
them began to shake and twist on each other, whining
with the approach of their shared ecstasy.

When Goldilocks came, Melissa's pussy clenched
around her index finger, letting the girl know that she
was not alone.  The two of them writhed, adding to
each other's pleasure, dragging out the orgasm for
both of them.  Their gasps joined together in a
symphony of joy.

When Goldilocks finally went limp, Melissa's hands
stroked her asscheeks in lazy circles.

"Well," the woman sighed, "that was fun."

"Mmmm," Goldilocks hummed.  "I haven't cum so
many times in...ever."

"So, what happens now?"

Goldilocks rested her head on Melissa's hot, moist
crotch.  "I dunno.  I still don't know where my
house is.  And right now, I don't care.  All that waits
for me there is my stuck-up dad and my asshole
boyfriend, Jake."

Barry propped himself up on his elbows.  "Well...you
could stay here."

"Yeah," Melissa said.  "You could sleep here in
Barry's room.  And we could use the company.  We do
get awfully bored."

Barry grinned.  "I can think of a few ways we could pass
the time."

Goldilocks turned around to look at Melissa.  Then
she looked up at Paul.  He was smiling gently at her.

"Well," Goldilocks said, "it depends.  You got any more
porridge?"

Melissa smiled and reached over to where the bowl rested
nearby.  She offered it to Goldilocks.  "Tons of it."

Goldilocks dipped a finger into it, then slurped the cereal
off it.  "Then I'm definitely staying.  And I'd like to thank
you all in my own special way."

The Bears smiled and climbed back onto the bed with
Goldilocks.  And they all lived happily ever after.

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