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Goldilocks And The Three Bears (2/7) - f-solo 

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Goldilocks And The Three Bears (2/7) - f-solo
by Night Writer


CHAPTER 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.

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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...

...more to cum...



