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Goldilocks and the Three Bears (1/7) - f-solo 

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Goldilocks And The Three Bears (1/7) - f-solo
by Night Writer


CHAPTER ONE - Where We Meet The Cast

Goldilocks walked through the forest, burning with anger.
She couldn't believe this was happening to her.  Goldilocks had
left her house over an hour ago, after getting a very hot phone
call from her boyfriend, Jake.  He had described a large variety
of interesting and (in some states) illegal things he would do to
her if Goldilocks could manage to sneak out of her house.

Well, she had managed it, which wasn't easy for a nineteen-year-
old girl, especially in her house.  Goldilocks had been forced
to climb out of her bedroom window after telling her dad that
she was taking a nap.

From there, Goldilocks had snuck off into the forest.  Her
boyfriend had come up with what seemed to be a great idea -
they would do it in the woods, miles from where anyone from
town would catch them.  Jake had given her careful
instructions to get her to the clearing where they would make
love for hours.  Or at least, Goldilocks hoped they would.

But the perfect plan had fallen apart.  Despite carefully
following the directions, Goldilocks was convinced she was
lost.  It had been over an hour, and Jake had said the clearing
was only five minutes away.  Goldilocks had ventured off the
path Jake had given her, and now didn't know where she was.
She hadn't even brought a compass.

So now Goldilocks was forced to wander through the trees
and brush, hoping she would find a stream or something that
would lead her back home.

She felt like an idiot.  Here she was, the most beautiful girl in
town, reduced to climbing over tree roots and fighting through
branches.  In a way, she hoped someone would find her.  Then
again, Goldilocks hoped no one would.  She was wearing an
outfit that Jake had requested, one which Goldilocks hoped no
one else would see.

Her curvy legs were freely exposed to the cool air of the woods,
the calves enhanced by the two-inch heels she wore on her
slender feet.  The hem of her red dress just barely reached the
curves under her buttocks.  It was only a few centimeters away
from revealing her red thong panties, and when she bent over,
those centimeters disappeared.  From that vantage point, it
would be easy for any observer to confirm that the long, blond
hair that spawned her nickname was her natural color.

The dress was also tight enough to show off her narrow waist.
And since Goldilocks wasn't too top-heavy, she was able to go
without a bra.  Jake loved the sight of Goldilocks' thick nipples
forming tiny peaks on her dress.  Goldilocks had rubbed them
with an ice cube before she left home, just to make sure they
were good and hard.

Not that she needed it as it turned out.  It was freezing out in
the forest, and Goldilocks ground her teeth as she felt chill
winds tickling her legs the way she wished her boyfriend would.

Goldilocks shivered and ducked under a long-hanging branch
of a tree.  As she looked up at the silvery moon just visible
through the canopy of the forest, Goldilocks just prayed she
would find something, anything, that would get her out of this
mess.

+++

Although she didn't know it, Goldilocks was only a few feet
away from the home of the three Bears.  That's Bears by
name, not by nature. 

At the very moment that Goldilocks was making her way
through the dark forest, Melissa Bear was humming to herself
as she worked over a simmering pot in the kitchen.  The pot
contained a special concoction that she had read in a women's
magazine.

Melissa's heart jumped as the front door slammed.  She wiped
off her hands and hurried out to where a large man was
lurching in through the front door.

"Evening, honey," Melissa said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Rough day?"

"Don't ask," Paul Bear grumbled, tossing his coat onto a
living room chair.  "I swear, those jerks at the office try to
mess up my business."

Melissa put on her most seductive look as she sidled over
to Paul's side.  She slid her hands around her husband's neck,
ignoring the fact that he was pulling away.

"Maybe I can help you relax," Melissa cooed.  She let one
of her hands slide down his waist to massage the front of
his pants.

Paul winced and untangled her hands from around himself.
"Please, honey, you know I can't do this.  I'm too tense."

Melissa broke the embrace with a scowl.  "That's what
you always say these days.  'I'm too tense.  I'm too tense.'"

"Well, maybe I am, ever think of that?  I'm trying to run a
business here."

"So when are you going to make time for us?"

Paul closed his eyes.  "When the business gets going..."

"So that's it?" Melissa asked.  "I'm supposed to just sit
around, waiting for you to get your act together?  I
think it says a lot about you that my needs are of a lesser
priority than your work."

Paul glared at her.  "Don't talk to me about your needs.
I know you get along just fine without me.  What about
that little trio you've got hidden upstairs under your mattress?
Think I don't know about that?"

Melissa felt her face grow hot.  "Well, I wouldn't have to
make love to a battery if..."

The thumps of footsteps down the stairs silenced the two
Bears.  Melissa tried to smile as their son came trooping
into the living room.

"Barry," Melissa said.  "Nice to have you with us again.
Haven't seen you for hours."

"Yeah," Barry Bear murmured.  "I been busy."

Paul Bear settled into his armchair and unfolded a newspaper.
"Doin' what?"

"Reading, mainly.  "I been cooped up in this stupid cabin for
two weeks.  You hog up the car so I can't even get to town." 

Paul peered over his glasses at the headline of his paper.
"Nobody twisted your arm to come here, Baby Bear."

"Don't call me that," Barry murmured.  "I'm eighteen years
old.  I'm not a baby anymore."

Melissa stroked Paul's head, running her fingers through his
grey hair.  "Honey, maybe Barry's right.  This business of
yours...it's tearing the family apart.  We have to live in this
cottage so far from anywhere else.  You're never home
anymore.  Barry has no friends to spend time with, and I get
so lonely..."

Paul dropped his newspaper with a sigh.  Melissa shivered as he
let a hand slide around her waist to pull him close.  It had been
so long since he'd touched her like that...

"Come on, Mama Bear," Paul said, using his petname for her.
"You know how much this company means to me.  I've spent
my whole life working towards this.  It's my dream.  I...I know
we're going through a rough patch right now, but it'll get
better.  I promise."

Melissa leaned over to rest her cheek on his head.  Her breasts
pushed up against his shoulder, and she tried to make it look
accidental.  "I just wish we had time for us.  You know?  Just
something we could do as a family or...as husband and wife..."

Barry winced and headed into the kitchen.  "Geez, guys, get a
room, why don't ya?  Hey, Mama Bear, what's this crap?"

Melissa sighed and broke the embrace, leaving her husband to
continue with his paper.  He hadn't even noticed her none-too-
subtle attempt to arouse him.

Barry was at the pot in the kitchen, dipping a spoon into it.
He was about to bring a spoonful to his lips when Melissa
grabbed his wrist.

"No!" she yelled, then forced herself to calm down.  "It's...
it's a recipe I got out of a magazine.  Porridge."

"Porridge?" Barry asked.  "For dinner?"

"Yes," Melissa said.  "Trust me, it's delicious.  But it's not
ready yet, so put the spoon down.  Now."

Barry shrugged and dropped the contents of the spoon back
into the pot.  "Fine.  Don't see what the big deal is, though.
Lemme know when it's ready."

He got a Twinkie out of the closet, then sauntered out of
the kitchen.

Melissa released her tension with a sigh.  That was close.
What Melissa hadn't told Barry was that the dish was called
Passion Porridge.  The magazine had said it was a powerful
aphrodesiac guaranteed to put life into even the most tired
husband.  Melissa hoped it was true.  She could handle
everything about their new life, except how frigid it had
made her husband.  It had been months since her Papa Bear
had shared her bed.

That made her think of the three objects nestled under her
pillow.  She paled as she remembered Paul's comments.  He
knew about them.  How did he know?  They had bought the
house, only to discover the master bedroom only came with
single beds.  Part of their marital problem was due to
sleeping apart from each other.  Melissa thought it was a sad
commentary that they hadn't yet felt the need to push the beds
together.  Paul never made the beds, so Melissa had assumed
her mattress was a safe hiding place for her artificial lovers.
Now the secret was out.  Melissa flushed with shame.

She shook her head.  Well, after tonight, if all went as planned,
Melissa would be able to throw her toys away.  Well...maybe
put them somewhere safe.  She was surprised at how much she
enjoyed them.

Melissa turned off the heat under the pot.  In reality, the
porridge was done.  She hadn't wanted Barry to taste it for fear
that it might affect him.  It wouldn't be right to have a horny
eighteen-year-old boy cooped up in a house like this.

No, Melissa had better plans for him.  She went to the fridge and
took out a Tupperware bowl filled with normal porridge.  The
plan was simple.  She and Paul would eat the Passion Porridge,
while Barry ate normal porridge.  Then, hopefully, after Barry
went to bed, the singles would finally be pushed together.

Melissa looked at the clock.  Dinner was always at seven,
which was in one minute.  She didn't have much time, otherwise
Paul would get suspicious.  She spooned the Passion Porridge
into two bowls.  Then she emptied the normal porridge into a
bowl for Barry.

Melissa accidentally got her thumb into one of the bowls.  It felt
like she was dipping into liquid fire.  Melissa almost dropped the
bowl as she reacted to the scalding hot porridge.  She put the
bowl down, then winced and absently sucked the porridge off her
thumb.  Melissa began running her thumb under the cold water
tap to cool it.  She never thought about what she had done until
the last minute.

The response was immediate.  She felt her nipples harden
instantly.  Her breasts grew ultra-sensitive, until even the faint
contact of her bra on her skin sent waves of pleasure through
her.  Her clitoris was suddenly floating in juices that oozed
from her inner walls, throbbing in a way that nearly drove her
wild.

The desire that flooded through her was like an ache that
she had to satisfy.  Melissa felt like she was in a trance as
she hiked up her dress with one hand to plunge her other into
her dripping panties.  Her index finger began to dance on her
pulsing bud while her other fingers buried themselves in her
tunnel.  It took only a few seconds before the orgasm crashed
through her, leaving her shuddering against the kitchen
table.

Melissa opened her eyes.  She felt the desire fading, but not
too much.  It was still there, warming her with its presence,
and she knew it wouldn't go away soon.

Melissa grinned.  At least she knew the Passion Porridge
worked.  Now all she had to do was get Paul to taste it,
and the two of them would be shaking down the walls
within the hour.

...more to cum...