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From apstarre@pipeline.comThu Nov 14 18:53:13 1996
Date: Thu, 14 NOV 1996 22:21:08 GMT 
From: Night Writer <apstarre@pipeline.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Goldilocks And The Three Bears (4/7)- 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 (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...



