Goldilocks was well known in the village, and not for anything good. She was so named because of the golden curls on her head, and on her pussy, not that she let anyone openly look, but she did enjoy roaming around town pantyless. She was, as some would call her, a flirt, a tease even. She liked getting her own way and she always did thanks to her Daddy who was Mayor of the town. Anything his darling sweetheart wanted, she got, and she lorded it over everyone. She was, despite her flirtatious behaviour, a virgin to any form of sexual activity. She was all talk and would run away to Daddy if anyone dared suggest anything inappropriate to her.
No one was surprised when she was found, her pretty dress torn, her golden curls matted with cum, mixed juices drying on her legs and face, and a satisfied grin on her lips.
***
It was a typical day for Goldilocks as she skipped through the woods near her village. She moved freely in her pretty blue dress, feeling the warm air against her bare pussy lips. She whistled to herself as she ventured deeper into the woods, further than she had before. As the sun rose overhead, she began to sweat. Her stomach grumbled with hunger and her dress clung to her slim form. She thought it was just her divine right when she found the cabin hidden within a clump of trees and freely walked through the front door.
The main room was wide open with a kitchen, dining room and loungeroom in one. There were pictures of men and women on the walls. The people in the photos looked like they could have been bears. Two big and burly men with thick necks, broad shoulders and hairy arms and chests. The female was just as big and burly, with large arms and shoulders, and thick thighs. Goldilocks shivered, thinking who would let themselves look like that. Her pristine, privileged life did not allow for such grotesque people to exist around her.
The smell of porridge drew her away from the pictures on the wall. Her attention was drawn to the large table in the middle of the room. Three bowls of porridge were placed around the table. Her stomach growled at her demanding to be fed. Moving to the first bowl, the liquid burnt her lip as she brought the spoon to her mouth. She threw the spoon across the room, disgusted that it would hurt her so. Moving to the next bowl, she carefully tasted the contents. Though it cooled her sore lip, it was too cold for her to enjoy eating and she dropped the spoon back in the bowl, splashing the porridge over the table. The third bowl was the perfect temperature and she greedily consumed all that was in it, including sliding her tongue along the sides of the deep bowl to get every inch of the mixture.
Tired from her meal she headed towards the chairs in the lounge room. Upon inspection, she was surprised at the look of them. Each had the standard four legs and looked like a typical wooden chair, but there was a hole in the middle of each and she did not understand why. Feeling exhausted she chose to sit in the taller chair first. As she sat down, she felt instant pressure on her arse. The sudden introduction of the object surprised her and made her jump off the chair. Looking back, it was once again a normal chair with a hole in the centre.
She tried the next chair with the same result, a sudden punch of pressure between her arse and pussy, that made her jump off the chair. The third chair was much smaller, and the hole was further to the front of the chair than the others. As she sat down the protrusion returned however this time it pierced her pussy lips and slid inside. At first, Goldilocks was shocked and felt slight pain at the invader in her most private of parts, but a warmth flooded through her she had never felt before and she began to relax.
The protrusion pushed further into her wet pussy, filling her virgin hole and making her moan. She leaned back on the chair, savouring the feeling of this hard rod inside her. As her hips rocked backwards her pussy spasmed and made her shiver. Her eyes opened wide at the tingling in her groin and she continued to rock her hips back and forth feeling the warmth build. The phallic toy rubbed against her pussy walls as she moved, causing friction and electricity to radiate through her body. Her mouth opened as she screamed out her first-ever orgasm. Her body shook with the intensity and she gripped the chair tightly. As her body relaxed, the protrusion began to hurt and she jumped off the chair, almost crumbling in a heap on the floor.
Unsure of what had just occurred and feeling tired, Goldilocks headed upstairs to the bedrooms. There were three rooms, a large masculine room, and an equally large room with a pink doona on the bed. The final room was of similar size with a green doona. Goldilocks flopped onto the first bed and cried out. It felt like she had dropped on cement, there was no give in the mattress at all. She moved to the next room and gingerly crept onto the bed. The mattress gave way instantly, swallowing Goldilocks in a sea of blanket and pillows. The final bed was perfect for her and she curled up, her legs, folding up to her chest, exposing her bare arse and dripping pussy to the door of the bedroom.
***
Charlotte was the first to notice something was wrong. As she walked through the door, she could smell the sweet tang of pussy juice and stopped in the doorway looking around the room. Kurt and Aaron pushed past her, propping their axe and sword against the wall and making a beeline for the porridge they had left on the table.
“Wait,” Charlotte called to her brothers before they got to the table. The boys stopped and turned to her, watching her sniff the air. Both took deep breaths and the aroma finally hit them.
“Some girl has been in the house,” Kurt growled. He was the oldest of the siblings and the largest. Standing at 7ft tall, he was solidly built, with strong, thick arms and legs that were quilted with silvery grey hair. He immediately reached for his axe as his piercing blue eyes searched the room for signs of the intruder.
“Hey, who ate my breakfast?” Aaron stood at the table looking down at his empty bowl. The youngest of the siblings Aaron was slightly shorter than his brother and sister, thought just as stocky. His hazel eyes shone in contrast to the red curls over his body and his strong arms stretched the black shirt beneath his armour. He was well suited to serving the evil queen as her huntsman and collected his sword as he inspected the room.
Charlotte joined her brothers at the table looking down at the mess and the missing porridge. She had moved into the cabin when home life had become unbearable. She stood almost as tall as Kurt and had been in the gym all her life developing the strength she would need to defend herself. She had always been a stocky girl and was more like a tomboy than a girly girl, much to their parents’ and the town's disappointment. When she could take their disapproval no longer, she moved into the hidden cabin where she could continue her training and just be herself.
Scanning the room Charlotte followed the tang to the wooden chairs in the loungeroom. Leaning in she could see the glistening stain of pussy juice on all three chairs. Aaron’s chair had the most, with an added tinge of blood and it was clear some girl had cum on his seat, possibly for the first time. A creak from above led the siblings upstairs.
Each glanced into the rooms as they travelled across the landing until all three were standing outside Aaron’s room, observing the sight before them. On his bed, curled in a ball, was Goldilocks. Her pale skin stood out in contrast to the green doona on the bed. With her knees pulled to her chest the three could see her golden curls and glistening pussy lips.
Aaron and Kurt felt their cocks twitch at the sight of such an innocent pussy, and thoughts of abusing that tight snatch filled their minds. Charlotte’s pussy spasmed and dribbled at the innocence before her. A wicked giggle escaped her lips as she turned to her brothers to see a mutual acknowledgement in their eyes. Goldilocks was known to the three of them. In fact, she was the reason why Charlotte and her brothers left home, her constant teasing and spoilt-brat attitude had made life in town impossible. Now, here she was, in their house, they just couldn’t pass up on the opportunity.
Charlotte carefully crawled onto the bed as her brothers stood on either side ready to grab her arms as she woke up. Charlotte slid a hand over Goldi’s hip, under her thigh, and stroked the exposed pussy. Goldi moaned but did not wake. Charlotte moved her hand between Goldi’s legs, gently moving one to the side and rolling Goldi onto her back. Again, she moaned but her eyes remained closed. Charlotte crawled further up the bed, so her face was level with the golden curls of an innocent pussy. Leaning down, she snaked out her tongue to travel the glistening slit before her. Moans escaped Goldi’s lips as the tongue pushed in between the lips and lapped at the juices inside. Charlotte placed her hands on the young woman’s legs pushing them further apart, in turn separating the lips and giving Charlotte a view of the dripping pussy within. The pressure on her legs stirred Goldilocks, her eyes fluttering open and a scream escaping her lips. Charlotte pulled her down the bed and held her hips tightly.
Aaron and Kurt grabbed her arms as she tried to move from her position on the bed. Her eyes grew wider as Charlotte drove her tongue into her pussy. Goldilocks squirmed on the bed, trying to break free as she felt a similar burning beginning in her toes. Her mind was wild and fearful, but her body was responding to the assault of the tongue in her pussy. Charlotte replaced her tongue with two fingers driving them deep into the tight space. Her tongue glided up to the virgin clit protruding from its protective hood, and slowly flicked the nub.