Once upon a time there was a beautiful gurl named Goldilocks.
Hair spun of gold, eyes the color of sapphires, she loved the way women's panties squeezed her balls tight against her body.
Clitty tucked snuggly in the silky white gusset, she let the wind rustle the frills of her frock—the same sky-blue as her eyes.
Merrily through the woods she skipped, platform Mary Janes in hand as she enjoyed the sensation of the soft grass pressing into her stockinged feet. Goldilocks knew that if her parents found the grass stains on her sister's pristine white stockings, she'd be in for a spanking. But the sun shone bright and the gentle breeze that accompanied it erased all the worries from her young mind.
Soon, she came upon a house. Having been raised well, she knocked on the door three times. When no one answered, she decided she wasn't actually raised very well at all, picked the lock, and sauntered right inside.
Her clitty swelled against her panties from the excitement of breaking and entering, and more so when she eyed three bowls of porridge lined up on the dining room table.
A wicked glint lit up her hungry eyes. Her tongue darted out to brush over her delicate lips. The porridge looked most appetizing as her raging gurl-boner pressed uncomfortably against her panties. She flipped her long golden hair over her shoulders and greedily went for the biggest bowl on the table. Burying her hands in the thick, glutinous mixture, she quickly pulled away.
"This porridge is too hot!" she exclaimed.
So, she went to the medium-sized bowl and stuck her porridgey hands deep inside, wanting to luxuriate in the smooth texture over her bare arms. But, instead she exclaimed, "This porridge is too cold!"
Then, she dipped a solitary finger in the last and smallest bowl of porridge.
"This porridge is juuust right," she said, content, and proceeded to take handful after handful to smear under her dress and over her sensitive nipples. She could just make out the slightest hint of nutmeg as the lukewarm mixture trickled down her lace collar.
The slimy sensation oozing over her skin, trapped between her clothes, became too much. Unable to control herself, she groaned as she spooned more of the just-right-porridge into her silken panties and released her clit-dick which throbbed with excitement. Dress hiked as high as it would go, she alternated massaging the sweet mixture over her chest and sucking it off her fingers. Her other hand worked her shaft, jacking off while covering her prick in a generous helping of porridge. Being the ripe age of nineteen, it didn't take long for her balls to rise and shoot her creamy load right into the bowl she had taken from.
Goldilocks became very tired. So, she decided to borrow the bedroom too—for she was raised poorly and saw nothing wrong with inviting herself into a stranger's bed.
Three beds filled the room along with a large rainbow flag.
She laid down on the big bed, but it was too hard. Then, she tried the middle-sized bed, but it was too soft. Finally, she laid down on the smallest bed, and it was juuust right.
And without wiping the last vestiges of cum drooling from her cockhole, she promptly fell into a deep slumber.
While Goldilocks slept, the three bears and proud residents of the house came home. There was Big Daddy Grizzly with graying beard, Daddy Black Bear with broad shoulders and dark brown skin, and Daddy Cub who was legally a dwarf and was as tall as he was wide. It was known throughout the nearby town that these three burly men who dressed in leather harnesses and hot pants looked aggressive, but usually kept to themselves.
Nobody bothered them and they didn't bother the townsfolk.
So, it came as a great surprise when they found their lock had been picked and their door had been kicked in.
"Someone's been here while we were out," said Big Daddy.
"And someone's been eating our porridge," said Daddy Black Bear, his leather harness heaving against the dense matting of curls covering his chest.
"And someone's eaten every last drop of mine," said Daddy Cub. Much shorter than the rest, he looked dejected in his oversized leather jacket while staring at the cum pooled in a sad little puddle at the bottom of his porridge bowl.
Cracking their knuckles one after the other, the three bears went to check the bedroom.
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed," said Big Daddy, flicking off a speck of dried-up porridge from the biggest of the beds.
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed, too," said Daddy Black Bear, looking at the suspicious dent and more suspicious wet spot in the center of his medium-sized bed.
"And someone's sleeping in my bed right now!" exclaimed Daddy Cub.
Just then, Goldilocks woke up to find herself surrounded by three bears with impressive beards, nipple piercings, and angry bulges gnawing against matching black leather hot pants.
"Help!" screamed Goldilocks. She tried to jump out of the bed and run, but tripped over her Mary Janes and fell face first in front of Big Daddy.
Roughly grabbing her wrist, Big Daddy forced her to her feet.
"What's a girl doing in our house?" he asked.
Goldilocks felt her face flush under Big Daddy's tight grip.
"I'm a gurl, not a girl."
Daddy Cub flipped up the hem of her dress. "She's sure got a great big dong for a girl."
"I said, I'm a gur-"
Just then, Daddy Black Bear pinched her chin between his chubby fingers, cutting her off.
"Didn't your mommy ever teach you not to break into strangers' houses?"
"Um, yeah?"
"Maybe we should tell the town what a bad gurl you've been," suggested Big Daddy. Then, upon eyeing the splotches of porridge on her frilly dress, he added, "And a dirty one at that."
Surrounded and trapped, Goldilocks began to hyperventilate. If her parents found out that she had trespassed and broken a few laws in the process, she'd be spanked raw and paraded around town.
"Promise you won't tell."
Daddy Cub ran his scraggly beard over the fleshy part of Goldilocks' thigh sticking out from her stocking tops, until he was standing at his full height—just short of her clitty.
"I see you've been a very naughty gurl," said Daddy Cub as he reached up to stroke some of the dried cum and porridge caked on her teenage gurl-cock, "and naughty gurls need to pay."
Goldilocks glanced at the three bears—the lust in their eyes, the undeniable hardness tenting their leather shorts—and made up her mind. Her own treacherous clitty already stirred in anticipation.
"I'll do anything you ask. Anything. Just don't tell my mom."
The three bears grinned in approval at her desperate pleas. Then, they hoisted her up and carried her down to the kitchen.
"On your knees," growled Big Daddy.
Goldilocks nodded and obeyed. Being ordered around by three hunky bears caused her clit-dick to lewdly poke against the fabric of her dress while her heart raced faster and faster.
"Now the question is, do we breed her or turn her into an unrecognizable mess for fucking up our house?" asked Daddy Black Bear.
Daddy Cub grinned while tugging on his nipple piercing. "I say we use the fucking slut until she can't be used anymore."
"Hands behind your back, blondie," said Big Daddy, undoing his leather belt.
Hesitantly, Goldilocks put her hands behind her back, only for Big Daddy to fasten the taut leather around them as the other two sneered at her. Suddenly, a strong hand gripped her scalp and yanked hard, forcing her to look up at her captors.
"If you entertain us enough, we might just forget all about your trespassing," said Daddy Black Bear. "Go on, show us what a filthy cocksucker you are."
She felt her face being led to Big Daddy's crotch. He had already let out his hairy cock, which stood proud and slightly curved under his pudge. The mean-looking fucker had to be thicker than her wrist, and it was well known that Goldilocks did not have the daintiest wrists in all the land.
Instinctively, she stuck out her tongue and circled it over his purple cockhead, sucking off the essence of heady crotch sweat, precum, and the slightest hint of pee. Before she could try and see how much would fit in her mouth, the hands gripping her blonde tresses forced her face forward, making her choke loudly as Big Daddy's cock hit the back of her throat.
"That's a good little bitch," growled Big Daddy.
Goldilocks felt a smaller pair of hands fondle her porridge-soiled panties as Big Daddy began to thrust.
Mouth spread wide like a large 'O', Goldilocks did her best to swallow the massive bear-dick being shoved down her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes from the brutal throating while strands of spit dribbled over and stuck to her clothes and Big Daddy's silver, unkempt pubes.
She could hear Daddy Black Bear fapping loudly while he watched her face get used like a worthless fucktoy. Below her, she could feel Daddy Cub's fat fingers yank down her panties and start circling her puckered star.