Goldilocks

Goldilocks

Once upon a time, a young woman left her home to distribute some tracts for her church. She spent a hot and fruitless afternoon wandering up and down suburban streets, footsore and weary, until finally, she turned down a street that was not like any of the others. This street dead ended at the edge of the forest, and the cul de sac was dominated by a large, gracious-looking, white house with cozy green shutters and a white picket fence.

The woman, whose shoes seemed to have acquired a stone a few blocks back, was drawn forward by the shade of a giant oak tree that seemed to dominate the front yard. Under this tree was a large, old fashioned swing. Finding nobody home, she knew she should turn and head back home, but she walked forward as if entranced by the cool dappled green shadows. Sitting for what she meant to be just a moment on the swing, she set it swaying to and fro. Her last coherent thoughts were of pleasure at the birdsong in the branches above. She absently kicked off her sensible shoes and curled up, falling promptly asleep.

Hours later, it seemed, she awoke to the feeling of what seemed to be a wet nose investigating up her skirt, snuffling between her thighs. She quickly turned over, yanking down the navy blue wool to cover her knees, when she saw a very odd sight. The nose, or muzzle, belonged to what appeared to be a bear headed woman, who was standing next to a hulking man who seemed to be covered in a dark pelt, and a younger male, perhaps her own age.

The woman, who was kneeling next to the swing, was dressed normally, in khaki pants and a button down shirt straining over large maternal breasts, but her face was that of a bear, and the hand that emerged from the sleeve and that was holding the woman down, was a large, paw with razor tipped claws. "Oh my dear, I am so sorry we startled you, you clearly needed this little rest of yours. Why don't you come inside and freshen up, have a cup of coffee with us before you go?"

The intruder, started to shake her blonde head, but then thought about how no one else had let her inside to give them pamphlets, and that this might be sign from the Lord. She put a hand to her head, discovering that her curls had escaped their bun and come tumbling down about her shoulders. She looked up at the trio with wide blue eyes, still muzzy from her nap, and nodded her assent.

The bear woman offered her paw to pull her up from the seat, and briefly, she caught sight of the yard over their shoulders - or what had been a neat front yard when she lay down. Now it appeared to be but a meadow clearing in a deep, dark, silent forest. There was a gate, but it seemed to be miles away. Putting a hand to her brow as if to clear her thoughts, she decided a cup of coffee would be good right about now, and allowed herself to be towed to the house.

A little while later, having used the powder room, splashed her face with water, and been settled on the living room couch with a cup of steaming black coffee, she was almost prepared to launch into a spiel, when she noticed that the two males were looking at her oddly, hungrily. The bear woman had settled herself nearby, in fact, perhaps a little TOO near, and was looking at her hungrily as well.

Taking another sip of her coffee, Bridget suddenly felt herself flush, and swayed a little on the couch.

"It's alright dear," said the bear woman, "You just relax and put your feet up, you have had a long day." And so saying, she gave Bridget a gentle push with her giant paw and she fell back against the cushions, her legs sprawled asunder.

The bear woman leaned closer, a claw tickling at Bridget's ankle, it was disconcerting, but she did not feel up to moving right then. She could have, she guessed, much later, but her will was sapped, either by long days of trudging up and down strange cul de sacs, or by something in the coffee.

The bear woman leaned further in, and with her muzzle began pushing up the navy blue wool over Bridget's creamy spread thighs. "Oh so pretty, my dear," she growled.

As the woman's hot breath fluttered against Bridget's panties, she felt herself tighten against, what she did not know. The bear woman reached out a long twinkling claw, and with a whisper and a flash, sliced open the panties down the middle, revealing pink lips and pale ash blonde hair, "Pretty," murmured the bear-woman again, and stooped in to take a lick with a sharply pointed, rough pink tongue.

Wide blue eyes got wider, as the bear tongue invaded her privates, "Wha?" said the girl, as she attempted to evade the questing mouth, "OOOOhhhh" was all she got out as, trapped between bear, back of sofa and the arm, she felt the muzzle press deeper, teasing out all of the complexity of folds and slits that existed in there.

Paralyzed by sensation, she watched the rough brown head working between her thighs, raising and moving her hips, traitorous hips, that wanted, "mmmm" more of that, that, oh god that. Throwing her head back in the V made by the arm of the couch, Bridget blissed out as the bear showed her how much more geography existed between her legs than she had ever known. Her legs lifted almost of their own accord, and she placed her feet on the bear woman's shoulder, pumping now recklessly against the mouth, "Ummmh, uhnnn, uhhh" she groaned, for she was lost, barely feeling the claws slicing off the rest of her clothing along the seams.

The bear-woman's tongue roughly plunged into her cunt, lapping and tickling her mercilessly. All of a sudden Bridget's head snapped up and she looked down at herself as she went into delicious spasms, cream covering the bear woman's muzzle. Exhausted and pink, she fell back against the sofa cushions and lay breathing heavily, eyes closed, half falling off the narrow couch in her stupor. The feeling had been wonderful, but still, something had been, incomplete.

As she lay there, she felt claws encircle her wrists, and gently tugged her upright, and drew her across the room. She stumbled, briefly but unseeingly, over the shreds of her missionary outfit, as she was brought to an enormous leather wingback chair.

Sitting in the chair, she noticed, now naked, was the big male. He was a man, but covered in a deep chocolate pelt of shining fur from head to toe. Jutting from his loins was a massive, thick, erect, human cock, pulsing a deep reddish purple. The bear woman lead Bridget between his hairy thighs, and one paw on her golden head, pushed her down to her knees, settling her between them, with the seeping cock at eye level. It glistened with some substance, and, looking up at the bear woman, she knew what she was supposed to do.

By this point, something in her had snapped, or been freed from tenuous bonds, and she willingly bent her head to taste the man's member. The substance was honey, it had been smeared with honey, and the sweet and salt combined was irresistible. She had to use both hands to encircle him and bring him more closely to her mouth, and his head was almost too large to fit in her mouth.

She tackled the problem from one angle and then another, wrestling with the cock in an effort to subdue it to her mouth. Her struggles made her hands slip on his shaft, eliciting a deep groan from the bear man. Finally it went into her hot mouth with an audible pop, and she murmured in satisfaction.

The bear-man had been already brought to a fever pitch watching his wife working between Bridget's spread thighs, so it wasn't long before he began to move faster, fucking her mouth so that her face was coming closer and closer to the musky hair at his groin. Huge testes grazed her chin as he worked his shaft deep down her throat.

Unused to such a treatment, Bridget gagged and her eyes bugged out, as her lips stretched painfully to accommodate him. Still, kneeling there between the hairy thighs, naked and vulnerable, she began to feel a heat rising in her core again, and was grateful for the hand that reached between her ass cheeks to play with her clit. It wasn't a paw, so it had to belong to the younger male, and as she suckled hard on his father's cock, he played with her expertly, the already sensitized bud being rapidly brought back out of its little hood. Bridget closed her eyes, and moaned desperately as the hand roughly shoved her forward and the bear man jammed his cock farther and farther down her throat.

It was a close call, but the bear man came first, growling darkly as he tensed for a few taut seconds before flooding her mouth and throat with thick, slightly bitter, cum. It was so much that even though she swallowed as fast as she could, some of it trickled past the softening cock and leaked out the corners of her mouth. As the bear man slid out from between her lips, she licked up the cream.

The hand plying her abruptly stopped and she turned, a dissatisfied expression wrinkling her brow.

She saw the younger man already settling himself between her calves, and even as she gave him the frown, he pulled her by the hips back towards him so that she had to prop herself on the floor with her forearms. He was fairly normal looking, with just the slightest suggestion of bear about his head, and was perhaps more hairy than usual. His penis was slightly odd looking, though, extremely long, and appeared unnaturally stiff and straight.

He stroked it as she watched over her shoulder, "It has a bone in it, you know," he remarked conversationally, "I think you are going to like this," and with that he began stroking up into her.

Oh, at first, wow, there was some serious discomfort as his rod-like member relieved her of her virginity. She sucked in a wincing breath as suddenly there seemed to be not enough room inside of her to hold all of this new material. Her earlier excitement at his hand was gone for now, but she was still very wet and as he began to slide rapidly back and forth within her, it quickly returned.

He was not gentle, and prodded her hard, as if seeking something. The tip of his cock regularly slammed up against her cervix, and the position she was in, the bone in his penis, all soon made what was happening between her thighs the center of her universe.

She rested her face on her forearm, and took the punishing fucking, whimpering at how good it felt. From one slick slide of his engorged member to another, quick as a wink she tumbled over the edge into a valley of blinking lights and shorting out synapses. Her body shuddered, her mouth opened and closed, and the man between her legs watching was sent equally over the edge and came hard, biting her on the back of the neck and thrashing her head from side to side as he pumped into her.

Afterwards, she collapsed onto the floor and he landed on top of her sweaty back, "You are a good girl, and I think we will keep you, " he told her, stroking her hair, his cock still half buried within her.

She closed her eyes with a soft sigh, and fell asleep, worn out but replete. It was true, the first had been not enough, the second was too big, but this was just right.

And six months later, she gave birth to a litter of were bears, all mixed up like their father and grandparents, some with bear heads, some looking normal, one was a full on bear... but they all had golden hair the hue of their mother's.

The End