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From apstarre@pipeline.comThu Nov 14 18:52:59 1996
Date: Thu, 14 NOV 1996 22:20:49 GMT 
From: Night Writer <apstarre@pipeline.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Goldilocks And The Three Bears (3/7)- f-solo 

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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.
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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...




