Goldilocks

Goldilocks

The back door was open. A few half-hearted shouts confirmed that no one was around. Pushing the door all the way in, Goldilocks walked inside.

Normally she would have gone straight home but this summer cottage looked inviting. She passed this home several times a week on the way to the store and each time there were occupants. Most of the time it was a couple. Same blonde lady, same blonde man. She was pretty surprised to see no one was home.

This made her bolder. What secrets did they have? She left the door hanging and darted pass the foyer entering a very lavish living room. Pale green lace curtains adorned the windows, obscuring the living room from the outside but from in here Goldilocks could see the street.

Glancing around, her eyes fell upon the cream suede love seat. Gorgeous. She had to touch it. Running her fingers over the cushions, she marveled at the softness. How it almost tricked her into thinking it was wet. Unable to resist, she rubbed her cheek against the seat, then climbed on sprawling herself over the luxurious furnishings. It even smelled good. Musky, mingled something else.

It was turning her on. Breathing the scent in more deeply, she felt stirrings in her gut. After all, she wasn't supposed to be here. Spreading her legs, dangling one ankle over the back of the love seat she drew slow little circles on her thighs with her fingertips. Caressing her bare skin, she slid a finger under her shorts and could barely touch her panties. Arching a little, she hooked her finger more and could now feel the dampening spot. She fingered her clit through her wet panties and then looked around the room for something... just right.

A slim glass vase sat on the cherry wood coffee table just out of reach. It had a streamlined elegance to it. All she saw was something to put inside her. Lazily fingering herself now with the left hand, she leaned over and gingerly scooted the vase over with two fingers. Once it was close enough, she grabbed it and rubbed it over her crotch. The sensation was dulled by her shorts. Goldilocks quickly pulled off the offending garment and lay bare-assed on the love seat. Resuming her former position, she gently pressed the cold glass to her exposed pussy. It was amazing how good it felt. She could only imagine how much better it would feel inside her. The vase's rim adorned with glass beads penetrated her and she gasped. Not from any pain, but from the nubby friction it caused. She had to put more pressure on the vase to push it in but once she got past the decorative aperture, it slid easily, cooling her pussy lips. She rocked her hips back and forth, skimming her ass over the smooth leather. She pistoned the vase in and out.

Her hair had begun to stick to her face, beads of sweat dotting her upper lip. Her arousal mixed with the summer heat was an annoying distraction and already her leg was cramping. Pulling the vase out she set it unceremoniously back on the table and grabbed her clothes.

Wandering into the next room she found the dining room. She shrugged and was about to keep walking when she stopped, staring at the candelabra on the tabletop. Big fat candles nestled in each of the five cups forming a star. None of them had been lit and Goldilocks assumed it was just for show. A wicked grin teased her lips and she grabbed the middle one. The candle had a good solid weight to it and holding it in her hand filled her with eagerness.

Squatting down, she positioned the candle under her and slowly, carefully eased her pussy down over it. It wouldn't fit. Grimacing, she tried a different angle and worked it in, easing it inch by inch. It was by far the largest thing she ever had inside her and for the most part it was uncomfortable. Hoping she would adapt to its girth, she worked a little more in until her clenched fingers met with her wet pussy lips. Still too big. She wiggled the candle around and then just pulled it halfway out, then pushed it back in. It became somewhat easier each time but eventually she gave up. The candle came out with an audible pop. Not even bothering to clean it off, she gleefully placed it back in the candelabra. She bet the owners would never be able to tell.

Now she was in search of something else. The next room revealed the kitchen. There was also nothing here she could or would use. Then she noticed the spray faucet hose.

She hopped up on the counter and then swiveled, straddling the metal precipice between the sinks. Pulling the hose out she turned the water to full blast and adjusted the temperature to cold. She loved the anticipation. Feeling the frigid water splash her inner thighs she tensed, hunched over the sink. Her legs were splayed so they rested on either counter tops and when she first brought the sprayer to bear down on her pussy she reeled backward. She barely caught herself from falling by grabbing the metal faucet to steady herself. She had soaked her shirt. Forcing herself to stay still this time she managed to target her pussy. The shock thrilled her. Hard concentrated blasts of water pummeled her tender flesh and it never felt so good. Within seconds, she was squirming and moaning, grinding her ass on the steel surface. It took a lot of effort to stay focused on not moving her hand and even more to balance herself. Her clit began to tingle then bloom outward until her very lips trembled. She was getting so close so soon. Releasing the faucet with her left hand, she used her free fingers to plunge into her pussy, trying to speed the orgasm along. It only resulted in blocking the spray to her pussy, water jetting everywhere. Frustrated, she couldn't figure out a way to finger herself while spraying. Shutting off the water, she slid down off the sink, her ass sore and her knees weak. She continued investigating the rest of the cottage.

Her search led her into the master bedroom. Dark burgundy velvet pillows showcased the four post bed, the covers a deep shade of forest green. Tasteful nude prints in classy frames hung on the walls, most of them of women with glittering eyes. Goldilocks got the impression that this was the room where she'd find something perfect.

Rummaging through the drawers revealed nothing of use except for a pack of Magnums which she haphazardly discarded over the shoulder. There was nothing under the bed either. Thinking she should investigate the two closet doors she opened the nearest one only to find a small bathroom. A simple tub, toilet and sink greeted her. Nothing fancy. Turning to leave, her elbow knocked over a container holding two toothbrushes, one of them electric. Musing over her newest find, she snatched the toothbrush and lay on the bed.

Her clit was still sensitive from earlier and pressing the on button, the toothbrush came to life bristles whirling. Goldilocks gingerly placed toothbrush to clit and immediately jerked away. The bristles were of hard fiber and it wasn't the sensation she was aiming for but using the back of the brush head felt better. Her knees drew up to her chest as she let the head vibrate on her clit.

Closing her eyes, the soft whir of the makeshift vibrator lulled her into a delirium. Bowing into it, arching away, she was gripped by the beginnings of a building climax. Her fingers slipped once and the brush turned around, the bristles stabbing. Electrifying. She began to throb, to pulse. Clenching and unclenching her pussy muscles, she knew this was perfect. This was just right. Moaning aloud, her fingers sought entrance inside, fingertips rimming her pussy before jabbing in deep. Her knees almost touched the bed as she writhed and flexed and bucked. Her cries increased in volume and she was close. So close. Jamming four fingers in as far as she could she gripped her digits while frantically struggling to keep the toothbrush positioned just right. Sweat dampened her temples and stung her eyes but she continued undistracted. Her hips thrust into her hand just as she recoiled from the vibrations. She couldn't take it anymore. She thrashed harder, her cries louder.

Her ragged moans drowned out the sound of the toothbrush. It drowned out her furious beating heart and the ringing pulse in her ears. It drowned out the creaking bed frame. It even drowned out the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. In one final lunge where her fingers impaled her so achingly deep, she came drawing the strength from her bones. Slumping back on the bed head lolling to the side, Goldilocks whimpered, twitched, spasmed, and then blissfully fell asleep. She even left the toothbrush on where it slithered off the covers and buzzed around on the carpet, forgotten.


*Another story I wrote 6 years ago, heavily edited because I was too embarrassed by my frivolous details.
This one had to be polished a bit before I was proud enough to release it again. I took out all the annoying details to focus more on the substance.*

Comments

LOL!

"Someone's been cummin' on my toothbrush!
AND SHE'S STILL HERE!!!"

:dance:

Always wanted to write a sequel to this. Pleased you liked it!
 

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