http://www.mrdouble.com From apstarre@pipeline.comThu Nov 14 18:53:13 1996 Date: Thu, 14 NOV 1996 22:21:08 GMT From: Night Writer Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Goldilocks And The Three Bears (4/7)- 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 (4/7)- f-solo by Night Writer CHAPTER 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 and jammed his gun through the doorway. "Somebody's been sleeping in my bed," Barry growled. "And he's still here." Paul ran forward to aim at the person lying on Barry's bed. Melissa moved up behind him, glaring at the naked figure curled up on the mattress. "Okay, Mama Bear," Paul snarled. "Call the police. Barry and I will cover this guy..." A dildo rolled off the bed and onto the floor. It was Melissa's small one. She looked at it, then at the person lying on the bed. "Honey," Melissa said, "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. ...more to cum...