Goldilocks & the Three Bear Brothers, book 1
Below is the beginning of Goldilocks… #1.
Warning: This excerpt contains situations of an erotic nature containing dominance and aggressive sexual acts that may be a trigger to a more sensitive reader.
“Goldilocks and the Three Bear Brothers”
By Pebbles Lacasse
Torrid Tales: Fairy Tales Retold Collection
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Copyright © 2019 – Pebbles Lacasse
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Published by LaSasha Flame and Pebbles Lacasse in the Torrid Tales Collection
Cover design by Pebbles Lacasse
Model Released : Yes
This book is intended for adults only. Characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this book are made up by the author’s own imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to other characters, organizations, and events are purely coincidental.
The summer has been long, or at least it seems so. I’ve been living with my parents for the past three months and I can’t wait to head back to the dorms in the big city. I’ll be leaving home for the final time in three days. After this semester, I’ll have extra credits toward my degree and will begin my life as an independent adult. I won’t lie, it scares me a bit.
My parents are truly wonderful, but overbearing. I’m twenty-three and they still want to know where I’m going, what I’ll be doing, and who I’m going to be doing it with. When it comes to dating, the guy has to be parent approved. I couldn’t count how many times I’ve heard the fifteen-minute lecture on how bad boys never change and they’ll give good girls terrible reputations. I think they’re just worried about how their friends will judge them on their parenting if I date an unsuitable.
I recently ended it with a guy I’d dated for just over a year. His name was Jeff and he was parent approved. He’s studying to become a mortgage lawyer and he bored the hell out of me! The guy never wanted to go anywhere that didn’t involve his parents tagging along, and he only ever took me to places that were so snooze-inducing I could barely keep my eyes open. The man even made me yawn in bed. I don’t think I ever had an orgasm that I didn’t give myself.
Before Jeff there was Sebastian, also parent approved. He too bored me. He could make me cum, but he enjoyed missionary position and never veered from it, and always had a lame excuse as to why he didn’t want to try a different position. We dated for about six months, but I ended it when I moved away to university. I told him a long-distance relationship would simply be too difficult. He cried. I was relieved to be rid of him but pretended I wasn’t so I wouldn’t hurt him even more.
Before him was Cody, a good boy from our town. He was also stamped for parental approval. We dated for two years and ended the summer before I became a high school senior. We had sex a few times and it was good but short. He didn’t enjoy going down on me and that was frustrating. He loved getting blowjobs though. It didn’t take long for me to insist it be tit-for-tat. If he didn’t eat my pussy, I wouldn’t suck his prick. He fucked hard with his big cock, but he couldn’t last more than two minutes at best.
All I’ve ever wanted is to find a decent guy who knows how to have excellent sex that benefits me as well as him. I don’t think it’s too much to ask. I want someone who loves to make me cum with their mouth, fucks like the devil himself, and has an endless desire to pleasure me with new and exciting sexual adventures. Maybe I can find a bad boy that knows how to thrill me if I stop dating the good boys.
My room looks exactly the same as it did before I moved away for school. The pictures of my childhood friends still frame the old mirror I spent hours upon hours staring into, trying to make myself look different from who I am. High school and those awful teenage mood-swings were unbearable, but overall the experience was enjoyable.
I choose my senior high school yearbook from the long rows of books on my wall-to-wall shelf. I want to reminisce about the good days when life was easier, but at the time, I thought it was so hard. If I only knew back then how tough it could get, I’d have made it a point to enjoy my teens more.
When I toss it on the bed, the book falls open to the page I’ve masturbated to many times. Staring back at me is an all too familiar half-page photo of the hottest boy in high school. His wavy chestnut hair and piercing blue eyes make my heart skip a beat. My eyes trace the strong jaw framing the plump, inviting lips, wishing I could taste them. Bash Bear. Yes, it’s a funny name for such a ruggedly handsome man. I would never have dated him—he wasn’t parent approved. In fact, my parents forbid me to spend time with any of the Bear brothers.
All three still reside in the cottage that sits directly between the house I grew up in, where my parents still reside, and the closest town. I could best describe the area as a thick forest with many back trails we use for dirt bikes, ATVs, snowmobiles, and hiking. There’s only one road leading in to town and it’s a single lane dirt road that winds around the Bear property.
While driving by, I’d always look through the trees hoping to see one of those hunky guys but rarely did. The only brother I’d see regularly was Bash, the youngest of the three. He took the same school bus as me. They all have wide shoulders, stand quite tall, and are as strong as bulls.
If I missed the bus, I’d walk the trail that leads through the corner of the Bear brothers’ fifteen-hundred-acre private property. It’s the fastest way to get to town, even though it zigzags the whole way. Sometimes I would see one of them cutting down a tree or hunting with a bow and arrow, but they would only watch me. Never did they try to strike up a conversation. Even if they had, I was too shy to talk to them. I would have likely just kept walking.
Bash would talk to me once in a while in the morning on the bus. He and I were the only two students to board for the next eight minutes when we’d arrived at Stacey’s pick-up spot. She always talked to Bash. She was desperately in love with him. He didn’t show her much interest other than friendship. That didn’t stop her from making a fool of herself by so obviously swooning over him.
I slam my yearbook shut and slip it back in its spot on the shelf. I’m not a silly high school girl with a crush anymore. I’m an adult woman and I can do whatever I’d like. My body is mine to do with as I please, and it’s not up for debate with my parents anymore.
My heart pounds as I strip off my clothes and step into the shower. I’m going to go walking in the woods after I’m clean and smell better. Maybe I’ll find one of the Bear brothers, the hunky bad boys my parents forbid me to talk to. If I fuck one of them, who will know? Nobody. It’ll be our secret, as if it never happened.
They aren’t known for boasting about their sexual conquests; in fact, they’ve denied being with some women who have told tales of incredible sexual romps that only happen in dirty magazines or pornos. Sex that good isn’t real life.
I slip on a white summer dress, omitting the panties. I forgo a bra since my round breasts are perky and firm. Besides, the light material allows for my nipples to form stiff peaks that will draw any hot-blooded man’s attention. I glide my hands down my small waist, resting them on my full hips. Yes, I look good in this. I usually wear heels with this dress even though I’m plenty tall enough without them. Today, I’ll wear the proper foot attire since I’ll be hiking.
After quickly drying my long blonde hair, I pull it up into a high ponytail. Makeup isn’t something I’m all that skilled at applying. Whenever I try to outline my sky-blue eyes with a pencil, I end up looking like I have two black eyes, so I’ll skip it, as usual. A spritz of perfume and I’m ready for an afternoon of forbidden lust, if I’m lucky enough to run into a Bear.
After another quick check from head to toe in the mirror, I go to the bathroom to pee and wash my hands. While the warm water runs over my fingers, I stare at myself in the mirror. “You’ve always been a good girl. Today, you’re a dirty little whore. You are a strong, independent woman who needs a bad boy to fuck her into a coma.” I take a deep breath and dry my hands before heading to the kitchen.
“Mom, I’m heading out for a walk.”
“Wait, where are you going?” she asks as I quickly walk past her.
“Just for a walk. I want to soak up as much of this nature as I can before heading back to school.”
The city is so hustle and bustle. She knows I enjoy the solitude of the vast forest. I’m going to miss the smell of the moss and the dark quietness from the thick canopy of trees.
She smiles. “I wish you didn’t have to return to school but it’s what’s best for you.”
Dad walks into the kitchen from outside, carrying an empty mug. He drinks his first coffee on the porch while reading the newspaper. Morning is his quiet time, as he calls it. He’s wearing a scowl likely brought on by the political section. “Don’t be walking on the Bear property. Those boys can’t be trusted. You know all about their bad reputation.”
“Dad, I’m sure they won’t care if I walk the paths that lead through their property. They’re not as bad as you think they are.”
“Yes, they are! The middle boy—” Dad starts.
“I don’t care what his name is. He’s been arrested for despicable offences that we won’t talk about.”
“You mean drunk and nude in public, right?” My giggling has him pursing his lips.
“Just stay away from those boys, Goldilocks,” Mom says, hoping my father will leave it at that.
“Mom, Dad, I don’t plan on being home until late. I have my whistle in case I see a real bear that might actually harm me.”
I quickly slip on my hiking boots and rush out the door. I can hear them talking to each other, but I pay no attention and head across the yard toward the path that will lead me to a possible Bear sighting. My heart thumps rapidly in my chest as I near the barely-readable wooden sign posted on the tree stating the property is private, no trespassing. It’s there only for the purpose of non-locals who think its okay to hunt wherever they want without the owner’s permission.
My heart sinks after about twenty minutes of walking and seeing not a single soul. I’m not a slut, but today, I want to be treated like one. I’ve allotted myself this one day to be bad, and dammit, if I have to go knocking on their door to ask for a cup of sugar, that’s exactly what I’ll do. Will I have the courage to ask for sex? I doubt it.
I hear a chainsaw rev up not too far from me, halting me mid-step. A warm shiver runs down my spine that I welcome. This is scary, thrilling, and dangerous. Well, maybe not so dangerous.
I step off the path and head toward the sound. There he is, Patch. He’s wearing a long-sleeved black and white button-up plaid shirt, but the buttons aren’t fastened, allowing it to flow as he moves, showing off his tanned chest. His heavy gloves grip the thunderous tool as it easily slices through the log like a hot knife through cold butter. His muscles glisten with sweat.
The chainsaw idles as he kicks the freshly cut log out of his way using the sole of his heavy black boot. The saw revs up again as his strong thighs flex to steady his body, allowing him to lift the heavy, vibrating machine. He lowers it onto the tree’s stump, cutting off another chunk of firewood. It idles once again after that piece falls.
He suddenly turns, locking his brown eyes on me. My fear has me frozen in place. Patch is the oldest of the brothers and the one who is known to have a mean streak. He’s never hit a woman, but he sure can clean the floor with a husky man when the need arises.
Patch turns his body to face me, setting the saw on the thick, moss-covered ground. With his eyes assessing me, he slowly removes his gloves, dropping them beside the quiet saw. The breeze feels hotter than it had only a few seconds ago. Maybe it’s just me, but the temperature seems to have risen ten degrees.
“Hello, Goldilocks. What brings you out this way? You lost?” His voice is so deep that it stirs the carnal desire I’ve had locked away inside me for far too long.
I clear my throat, realizing how suddenly dry it is. “No, I’m not lost.”
“I thought you were away at school,” he says as he opens his jug, taking a long swig of what I assume to be water.
“I’ve been home for the summer, but I’ll be heading back soon.”
“Thirsty?” he asks, waving the jug in my direction.
I nod and start walking toward him. It’s not a lie, I’m absolutely parched and regretting not taking a bottle of water with me. It’s a long walk. What was I thinking? He hands me the jug. I’ve never stood this close to Patch before and it’s been years since I’ve even set eyes on him. He’s more handsome than I remember him to be.
I take a large mouthful and swallow, suddenly realizing it isn’t water. Whatever it is, it burns my throat. I grimace and cough, feeling like an idiot.
Patch snickers, taking the jug back when I hold it out to him. “Moonshine. I make it myself. Do you like it?”
I cough again. “It … burns.”
He laughs and takes a long swig before putting the cap back on and sitting it on the ground next to his gloves.
“What brings you out this way?”
I suddenly wish I had taken a larger gulp of the poison in his bottle. “Um, I don’t know. I suppose I’m just out for a walk in the forest.”
“Is that so? You’re definitely not a little girl who missed her school bus and needs to cut through my property.” His eyes scan my body in an obvious manner. “So, what other reason could you have for trespassing?”
He steps closer to me, his eyes glaring down into mine. I’m shivering despite the heat. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, hoping to regain some composure.
“No, I’m not a little girl anymore.”
His eyes slowly look down to my breasts and back up. “You grew into yourself nicely. So tell me, why are you here, sexy woman?”
I simply shrug and look down, unable to find the words to explain. My heart thumps so loudly in my ears. All I can hear are the leaves rustling in the trees, yet everything he says sounds crystal clear. My eyes land on his strong abs. No matter how hard I try to look away, I can’t seem to make it happen.
“You’re a good girl, Goldilocks. I’m definitely not good. What the hell do you want with me?”
As if overcome by the spirit of a slut, I reply with, “I am not as innocent as everyone thinks. Maybe I want to be bad for once in my life. I’ve always done the right thing, said the right thing, and been the best I can be. I don’t want to be that perfect little girl today.”
Patch takes two quick steps toward me, grasping the back of my neck with one hand, wrapping the other around my back, pulling me against him until my breasts press firmly to his wide chest. I can smell the salt on his sweaty skin and feel his raging body heat.
“Are you a virgin?” he whispers.
I shake my head. “I’m not a virgin, but my experience is limited.”
“What does that mean? Has your pussy ever been fucked hard?” His thin lips are so close that the vibration from his voice can be felt on my lips.
“I’ve been fucked hard, just not good.”
“I can fuck you really good.”
His mouth presses to mine, spreading my lips with his. He explores my entire mouth with his moonshine flavored tongue. It tastes better this way. His flesh burns through the thin fabric of my dress. He grabs my ass, pinching a whole cheek firmly in his grip. The bulge in his tight, torn jeans digs into my belly and grows larger by the second. In a flash he spins me, grabbing my throat and right breast to hold me against him while his lips rest just behind my left ear.
I whimper when his deep voice rattles me. “Tell me you want me to fuck you hard and fast, Goldilocks.”
“I … I want you to fuck me hard and fast,” I manage to mutter with an obvious stutter. I’m terrified and thrilled at the same time, much like sitting on a rollercoaster and expecting one hell of a ride.
Patch releases my breast but continues his grip on my throat. He steps back, yanking my dress up to expose my ass. “Surprise, surprise! No panties. Perhaps you’re not as innocent as everyone thinks.”
He slides his hand around to the back of my neck, using that advantage to bend me forward. He’s holding my hip with the other hand so I can’t move away from him. Once my ass is exposed and vulnerable, he releases my neck, dragging his fingertips along my spine, continuing down the crease between my ass cheeks until he reaches my slippery pussy. He smears my arousal up and down the folds of my pussy, purposely avoiding my twitching clitoris.
Holy fuck! This is definitely starting to be a tale I could send to one of those magazines.
I hear his zipper pull down. The thought of him standing behind me with his hard-on in his hand excites me even more. Here we are, surrounded by the forest, nearly nude and about to fuck beneath the silent canopy of tall trees. I’ve never even had sex outside of a bedroom, let alone outdoors.
His legs part and his boots rest on either side of mine. The tip of his prick lines up to the opening of my eager pussy. My heart is pounding furiously behind my ribs. He rubs the thick head up and down my slick lips. With one long, slow push forward, he buries himself deep into me. I cry out but love the stretch. His prick is a nice size; not too big and definitely not small.
“You fit nice, little girl,” he grumbles. “Are you ready?”
“Will you fuck me hard?”
“I sure as fuck will.”
“Then yes, I’m ready.”
His huge hands grab my waist, nearly surrounding it. He jerks me back while slamming his hips forward. I nearly lose my footing. He snickers but immediately does it again. This time, I’m prepared for it.
Oh yes, this is going to be amazing! He rams me again but doesn’t pause this time. His cock fills me, relentlessly pounding into me. I’ve never been fucked this viciously, nor this fast. My head is spinning.
My moans and the sound of our bodies slapping together ricochet from tree to tree. It takes all the strength I have to keep my legs from collapsing…