Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Goldilocks. She was a blessed young woman, tall and slender, with slim strong legs from walking and running the fields in her duties as a milkmaid. She had a small waist, a firm tight ass, and two gloriously perfect C cup breasts. Her face was that of a young goddess, smooth flawless skin, big blue eyes, pouting red lips, and long flowing blond hair. She was fond of wearing scandalously short dresses that exposed miles of her perfect legs, and her cleavage was lifted with the aid of a bra and bared nearly to her almost always perky nipples.
Goldilocks had a secret that she couldn't share with anyone in her village. She had a nearly boundless sexual desire, the lips between her legs were always wet, and the sight of a muscular man would make her nipples hard and her knees go weak. She longed to get one of those farm boys alone and...well, she didn't know what she'd do if she had one, but she wanted that so badly her little pussy would ache when she thought about it. Goldilocks had discovered one night alone in bed that if she touched that aching pussy of hers, it sent thrills of pleasure through her body. If she kept touching, those thrills would build and build, hot pleasure would run through her, and eventually her body would curl up as spasms shook her and a flood of wetness would soak her thighs. She had also discovered once when trying to smooth her always hard nipples that brushing those felt really good too. Goldilocks liked to lay in her little bed at night and rub her full breasts through her nightgown, getting a pleasant mellow feeling and then slide her hand between her legs and rub until the wetness came.
The more Goldilocks did this, the more she craved those pleasurable feelings. She would have to find corners of the fields, out of sight of the village to lay in the grass and touch her young firm body. She dreamed of a strong handsome man touching her like she touched herself. In her deepest darkest thoughts, she sometimes thought of the soft lips and gentle hands of a woman running over her body. She knew women didn't do those sort of things, but thinking about them made her feel hot and naughty in a very pleasurable way.
One night, Goldilocks finally got one of the farm boys alone, and discovered what a man could do for her. The pleasure, and the sense of being filled in a way that seemed right was amazing. Goldilocks had a sense that this was only the beginning of what she could feel, that the more she did this, the better it would be. Her experience was so brief, the boy only lasted a couple minutes thrusting inside her tight pussy, that she knew she'd only gotten a taste of pleasure, and nowhere near bringing those pleasurable spasms she could give herself. She wanted to do this with every man in her village under forty, but knew that she'd be an outcast if she tried. The boy she had bedded started talking about her, and Goldilocks knew that her small village was not the place for more play with men, as sad as that made her. So she contented herself with touching her own body, rubbing and stroking herself, learning her body, and bringing herself to greater and greater pleasure.
One day Goldilocks decided to go exploring in the nearby woods. She felt a restlessness that she couldn't hold back, a desire to get out of her tiny village, and she thought she might find a new place where she could touch herself and relieve the ever building pressure within her. She wandered off, breasts bouncing, skirt flipping in the wind as she skipped down the path into the forest. Before long she encountered a house in the woods that she'd never seen before. Being a curious young girl, she walked up to the door and knocked, wondering who lived there. There was no answer, so she stepped carefully over to a nearby window and peered inside. Her skirt lifted as she bent to look in the window, giving a passing badger an eyeful. She saw a tastefully apointed kitchen, but no people. Her curiosity about who lived there in this strange house in the middle of the forest was overwhelming, and Goldilocks decided to try the door, for surely no one could be angry with such a beautiful maiden as her.
To her surprise, the door was open. She stepped inside, and looked around. On the table of the kitchen she had seen earlier were three bottles of different shapes and three glasses. After her skip through in the woods, Goldilocks was thirsty, and decided to pour herself a drink from the first bottle. Inside was a dark red fluid that she recognized as wine, something that the adults at home would never let her taste. She looked around the home and saw no adults, so she decided to have a sip. The stuff tasted pleasant, and made her feel warm, so she took several gulps to drain the glass. She wondered what was in the second bottle, it was a brownish color and had a much stronger smell, so she decided to have a glass of that next. Drinking the brown liquid burned all the way down her throat, but it made her belly warm and her body feel sort of loose. She finished that glass too, deciding that it must be something like the stuff the men drank in the village. What did they call it? Rum, they said it came from the sea. The third bottle contained a clear liquid that smelled so strongly as to nearly make Goldilocks gag, but she decided to try that since she'd already drunk and enjoyed the first two. This stuff burned even stronger than the rum, but now she felt giddy and silly, and was suddenly aware of a flush of heat and desire through her body. Goldilocks took a step, and discovered an unsteadiness in her legs. She decided to try and find someplace to lay down. A bedroom would probably be upstairs, and surely the owners wouldn't mind.
Upstairs, she slowly wove her way down the hall and discovered an open door leading to a bedroom with three soft beds. On the nightstand next to each of the beds was an object that looked like what the boy had had between his legs. She laid down on the first bed, next to the boy part that looked most like the one she had seen, and picked it up. It was hard and soft all at once, not as warm as the one she had touched, but it had pleasing veins and shapes, so she decided to try sliding it inside her. Goldilocks laid back, spread her legs, and pulled her damp panties aside. She carefully slid the boy-part inside of her, and her head fell back on the pillow at the delicious feeling of being filled again. She slid it in and out of herself, and rubbed at her clit, generating delicious waves of pleasure that made her toes curl, her nipples go hard, and her juices dampen the bedsheets. As she was doing this, she glanced over at the next bed, with a boy-part on the nightstand that was bigger than the one she was using. If this one felt so good, how would the larger one feel inside her? She put hers down, and moved to the next bed to try the bigger one. When she slid that in her, Goldilocks let out a moan at how much stronger the feelings were with this larger one. She discovered that if she bent the end of the boy part up as she slid it in and out of her, it would brush her clit. This freed her other hand, so Goldilocks used it to unbutton her blouse, revealing her full firm breasts in her bra. With some difficulty she tugged the straps down somewhat so that she was able to lift her breasts out of their cups and then rub them while sliding in and out of herself and rubbing her clit. The combination of feelings nearly drove her over the edge, her lips above and below puffy with desire, her pussy dripping wet and stretched full with the boy-part inside. A corner of her mind wondered about the third bed, and the third boy part, so not stopping what she was doing, Goldilocks looked over and her mouth dropped open at the sight of the third boy-part. It had to be at least ten inches long, and three or four inches around. She had to try it, and the now half naked Goldilocks almost leaped for the third bed in her haste. She stopped to remove her bra and panties, and then slowly slid the huge boy-part inside of her. She had to push pretty hard, but once it was inside, Goldilocks liked this one best of all. She began to work herself in earnest, building towards what she knew would be a monstrous explosion of pleasure.
Meanwhile, three beautiful sisters entered their house, and saw the open bottles, and the lipstick on the three glasses.
"Hey, someone's been drinking my wine!" said the youngest, a petite blond.
"Someone's been drinking my rum," said the middle one, a ravishing brunette.
"And someone's been drinking my vodka," said the eldest, a smoking hot redhead.
Before the sisters could talk further, a moan from Goldilocks echoed down the stairs. The three sisters looked at each other and headed upstairs to investigate. Goldilocks was lost in her pleasure. She did not hear the sisters mount the stairs and peer into their room.
"Someone's been using my dildo!" said the youngest angrily.
