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 ============================================== 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 without my permission. Same for putting it on websites, FTP, CD-ROMs, etc. ============================================== 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. ---------------------------- More stories available at: /~zeespot