Chapter 1

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Ferringdale, there was a woman named Orelia Bearback, that everyone just called Goldilocks because of her long, lustrous, and golden hair that was the envy of the realm.

In her youth she’d been known as the hottest babe in the land, and it’d been rumored that she’d even been bedded by royalty. Even now, after many years of marriage and three children, she was nothing to sneeze at, still in possession of her beautiful trademark hair, which she’d had patented, along with a body that just wouldn’t quit. Speaking of which, it was that very fact that set off the following story.

“Give it to me, baby!” Goldilocks cried out as she rode General Eveready, commander of the kingdom’s army, her hips bouncing up and down, loving the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her as her generous breasts flopped wildly in the air. “Give me all that yummy cum!”

“But I’ve already been giving it to you all damned night!” The mighty warrior groaned in protest, his body sheened in sweat from the exertion of keeping up with her through the wee hours. It was only his extreme endurance built from years in the field, not to mention the sight of her exquisite naked form astride him, that kept his ‘sword’ in fighting shape, so to speak. “I’m not sure I have any left!”

“You do, I just know it!” she shouted out, a greedy glint in her eye as she picked up her pace, bouncing up and down on his cock like a crazed kangaroo that’d somehow made its way into the town’s coffee supply. All the while she diddled with her slick clit, triggering another of her own climaxes. Not the best she’d ever had, but better than any she’d yanked out of herself lately using the curious instruments she’d purchased at Ye Olde Sex Shoppe downtown, she considered as the wave swept through her, making her shudder slightly. “And I’m gonna have it!”

A few moments later she was proven correct as, with a grunt she’d come to know heralded the general’s climax, Goldilocks, with the speed and agility of a cat, deftly lifted off of him and positioned herself so that her head was between his legs, slipping his cock in her mouth just as it began to sputter out its seed. He’d been right, there wasn’t much of it, but that didn’t matter. She loved the taste of cum, the feel of it between her fingers, of rubbing it into her skin. As such, she’d take every last drop she could.

And that’s exactly what she did, suckling his flailing cock until she’d siphoned it dry, continuing to do so long after just to ascertain if it had any life left in it. When it failed to respond to even her expert attentions after several minutes, she gave up. Trying to appear sated but feeling nowhere near that, she lifted herself to lay down next to the panting general with a feigned satisfied sigh, rubbing her hand along his chest. “Well, I guess that’s enough for now, baby.”

“No ... that’s enough ... period,” he gasped out as, with an effort, he mustered the last of his strength, slipped out of her grip and lifted himself out of bed, gathering his scattered clothes. “I’m sorry ... but you and I ... fuck ... we’re through.”

“What?” she exclaimed, jolting bolt upright in bed. “But I thought you were gonna take me along on your next campaign as your ... companion,” she pouted. “I thought we really had something special.”

“So did I, he grunted as he slipped his breeches on, recovering his breath enough to speak without pauses. “Until tonight that is. I know you warned me about your elevated need for sex, but damn woman, you make a lust-mad succubus look like a chaste nun! If I brought you with me, I’d be dead long before we ever engaged the enemy. No hard feelings, I trust?”

She let out a long breath, more disappointed than sad, since she’d only been seeing him for a few weeks. And it’s not like she hadn’t heard that line, or one like it, many times before. “I guess not. Thanks for at least telling me yourself, instead of just sending an underling or something.”

“Wouldn’t be much of a man if I didn’t,” he replied as he buttoned his shirt, seeming to consider something. “Say, have you ever thought of enlisting in the military? You could be our secret weapon. We could send you into the enemy camp the night before a battle, and you could wear out the officers and probably most of the enlisted men before the fighting even started,” he joked.

As might be expected, Goldilocks was quite put out by this remark, even if it was said in jest. For just because she happened to enjoy sex immensely, and craved it as much as air, that did not, in her eyes, make her a slut who would hump every man that came along. She did have some standards, after all.

But in the interest of parting on good terms, since one never knew when one might have need of such prominent contacts in the future, she accepted the comment in stride and simply chuckled. “Perhaps, but I don’t think the king could afford what I’d charge for my services.”

“Perhaps not,” he chuckled as he tapped his boots and gave a slight tug on his fancy overcoat, before heading for the bedroom door. “Besides, I fail to see how anyone outside your bloodline could keep up with you. Farewell, Goldie, perhaps we’ll meet again.”

She bristled at him calling her Goldie, since she only permitted a select few to call her by that moniker, but again let it slide. “Yeah, see ya,” she mumbled as she bent her knees up to her chest, resting her arms and head on them, listening to the opening and shutting of her front door that signaled his exit. Well, so much for the legendary stamina of General Eveready, she thought resignedly.

She’d sought him out for that very reason when he’d arrived in town, having heard tales of his prowess, hoping he might be the one that was just right for her, as her dear departed husband Bernard had been.

He’d been gone nearly three years now, and so far her efforts to find someone that might bring her at least a fraction of the satisfaction he’d supplied her with had met with abject failure, Eveready being the latest. All had said a variation of his parting words, that she was too much for them to handle. Over a year of looking, and nothing to show for it but a trail of weary ex-lovers, a dearth of pleasant but hardly earth-shattering orgasms, and a growing reputation as an unsatisfiable cougar on the prowl.

Oh well, she thought as she slinked out of bed and began getting dressed herself, just now noticing the sun was already up. She’d been so focused on squeezing as much satisfaction out of the general as possible she hadn’t even noticed. Well, back to square one, she told herself.

And square one for Goldilocks meant only one thing – a visit to the Golden Cock, a rather prominent tavern just outside of town, often frequented not only by locals but by travelling merchants and dignitaries passing through, conveniently located near her house (and bed). It’d been where she’d met most of her latest prospects, since they were mostly unaware of her questionable reputation in town. This included the general, who’d been in town to confer with the local lord on some important matter that he’d been very tight-lipped about.

But now Eveready was gone, and Goldilocks was back, nursing a goblet of wine. Sure, it was only ten in the morning, but she’d been too keyed up after her lackluster coupling with the general to sleep, and so decided to stop by here for a quick drink and maybe bump into her future ‘Mr. Just Right,’ as she’d come to think of her potential new mate. And besides, wine is made from grape juice, which makes it sort of a healthy way to start the day, right? She reasoned.

Unfortunately for her ‘fishing’ plans, it was the time of day after the breakfast rush was over, and most of the lodgers had already departed or were about their business in town. This left the common room mostly empty, save for a few drunks at the bar attempting to shield their eyes from the bright sunlight filtering in through the windows, as well as a few late-rising locals looking for a bite of breakfast.

So, Goldilocks just sat there at a corner table, sulking as she ran a finger along the rim of her cup, wondering if she’d ever find a man like Bernard again, or if she’d be doomed to a lifetime of brief, unsatisfying affairs. She was just draining the last of her wine, thinking she should probably head home and get some sleep so she could try again later that evening, when she heard a familiar woman’s voice calling out her name.

“Hey, Goldilocks! Is that you?”

Goldie lowered her cup to see a woman about her age with a bright, smiling face and coppery red hair approaching that she recognized as Ivy, who ran an herbal remedies and tinctures shop in town. She’d frequented Ivy’s store many times over the years for treatments when her sons or husband were ill, the products working remarkably well. So, it was only natural that the two became friends, their children becoming close as well.

Speaking of which, she spotted Jack, Ivy’s only son, accompanying her. A good foot taller than his mom, he wore a big grin on his face, looking happier than she’d ever seen him. Come to think of it, Goldilocks considered, Ivy looks pretty happy herself. Which was strange, considering the last time she’d seen Ivy a few weeks ago, she’d been as despondent as Goldilocks was feeling right now, if not more so, ever since her own husband had run off with some flamboyant floozy that called herself Pussy in Boots several months ago.

But not anymore, she reflected, noting how the shopkeeper was practically glowing with happiness, beaming from ear to ear as if she’d just been made queen of the land. And her clothing, normally modest to reflect her status as supposedly modest housewife, had become more daring. Ivy’s top now featured an incredible plunging neckline that showed off a pair of breasts that, while not as big as Goldie’s, were still quite impressive, her colorful skirts barely reaching below her knees.

But it wasn’t just her clothes, Goldie realized, Ivy herself looked different, younger even, as if she’d somehow dropped years off her age and pounds off her body overnight. Some sort of new oil or beauty cream she’d discovered? Goldilocks wondered, resolving to ask her friend about it later.

But for now she simply put down her drink as she stood up from her chair, spreading her arms wide in greeting, happy to see a friendly face after being dumped. “Ivy? How’s it going? You look simply fabulous!”

“Not as good as you, but thanks for the compliment,” Ivy replied as the two friends hugged tightly. “Oh, and you remember Jack, don’t you?” she said, gesturing to the jolly young man behind her after they’d broken away.

“Of course,” Goldilocks said, nodding to the young man, although he didn’t notice, what with his gaze locked strangely on his mom. “My, don’t you look pleased with yourself, Jack,” she said, deciding to playfully tease him a little for his inattentiveness. “And I know that look, there’s only one thing in the world that could put a smile that big on a man’s face. So, tell me, who’s the lucky girl?”

For the first time Jack tore his gaze off his mom to stare right at the golden-haired woman, looking like a deer who’s just spotted a hunter. “It’s ... uhh...”

“What he’s trying to say is it’s a long story, and we’ll talk about it later,” Ivy interrupted, flushing a bit as she sat down in the chair beside Goldie, directing her son to sit in the one opposite her. “For now, why don’t we talk about you a bit, Goldie? How are those three strapping sons of yours?”

“Fine, just fine,” she replied, a smile coming to her lips at the mention of her boys Bayar, Torben, and Arthur, whom she fondly called Art because he shared her love of painting. “They’re away from town right now, working on a project.”

“Glad to hear it,” Ivy said. “So, the last time we talked, you were getting ready to put the moves on General Whatshisface. So, how’s that going?

Odd, Goldilocks thought as she sat back down in her own seat, Ivy wasn’t one to get embarrassed easily. Maybe Jack’s new love interest wasn’t one that she approved of, since moms could be pretty exacting when it came to who dated their children. But she let the matter drop for now, figuring that Ivy would tell her about it in her own good time. “Funny you should mention him, because he just dumped me this morning.”

Some of the joy slipped from Ivy’s face. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, taking Goldie’s hand. “So, I assume he doled out the same old excuse?”

Goldilocks nodded. “Yep, I was too much in bed,” she said with a sigh. “I don’t know, Ivy, I wish you had something in that shop of yours for this raging, insatiable libido of mine. I swear, it’s almost like a curse.”

“I wouldn’t give it to you, or anyone else, even if I did,” Ivy said adamantly. “I mean seriously, Goldie, do you know how many customers I get coming into my shop looking for something to boost their sex drive, who would kill to have half of what you’ve got?

“It’s not a curse, it’s a gift to have such a bountiful potential for pleasure, all you need to do is find the right man to share it with you. To that end,” she continued, a wicked gleam in her eye, “have you ever considered, you know, younger men?” she asked.

The question surprised Goldie so much she missed the hungry way Ivy’s eyes flicked to Jack for a second before flicking back to her. “I don’t know,” she responded at last to her friend, biting her lower lip. “Isn’t that, you know, a sign of desperation?”

“Not at all,” Ivy said smoothly, “it’s a sign that you’ve awoken to the vast benefits such a match can offer. For just as there are multiple advantages to an older man seeing a younger woman, the same is true in reverse, maybe even more so. Think about this – a young man can offer an older woman the stamina she craves, and in turn she can offer the benefit of her vast experience to teach him, to mold him into her perfect lover. And that’s just for starters.”

“I see,” Goldie said, understanding dawning inside her mind as a sly smile slid across her lips. “You seem to have a great deal of insight on this topic. Could it be that you’re not just advocating this idea, but maybe living it as well?” The smile widened. “If so, it seems that you have a juicy little secret, just like Jack here.”

It was Ivy’s turn to smile, although hers was much more devilish, like the cat who’d drank all the cream and was pleased she’d done so. “You have no idea, my dear friend, but I’d love to tell you all about it. If that’s okay?” she asked, looking to Jack, who gave a curt nod.

Goldie was confused by that. Why does she need her son’s permission? My goodness, was it one of Jacks’ friends that she was banging? She thought with some consternation, mulling over the possible ramifications. Although, she had to admit, the idea excited her for some reason, as naughty things always seemed to do.