http://www.mrdouble.com From apstarre@pipeline.comThu Nov 14 18:52:59 1996 Date: Thu, 14 NOV 1996 22:20:49 GMT From: Night Writer Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Goldilocks And The Three Bears (3/7)- f-solo **************************************************** This story is copyrighted, so don't change it or sell it without my permission. Same for putting it on websites or FTP servers. This story also 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. **************************************************** Goldilocks And The Three Bears (3/7)- f-solo by Night Writer CHAPTER THREE - Too Big, Too Small, Just Right 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 tunnel, 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 tunnel. She began to rock back and forth at the twin action being played over herself. The walls of her tunnel 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 tunnel. 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 tunnel 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 tunnel. 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. ...more to cum...