Readers: This is just a short fantasy fable in which I present a revised version of a classic fairytale. I wrote this tale in response to a question I asked myself. Whatever happened after the little girl with golden locks got away from the three bears? This is my answer.

Once upon a time, and long ago

A woodcutter and hunter, I was. I lived alone in the deep, dark woods. I preferred my life of solitude and uninterrupted contentment. I had no interest in being in the company of people.

My self-imposed exile came about all because of a goddamn cock-teasing woman! She’d teased and flirted with me until my cock was swollen with anticipation. I had every intention of getting me some pussy!

Yet, the coldhearted bitch had told me to wait ‘just a little while’. Then I could have what I wanted. So, I waited. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Hell, I was eaten up with unrequited lust!

I was going crazy waiting for this woman’s pussy! Jacking off didn’t help, it just wasn’t the same as pussy. Why, there’s nothing in this whole wide world as good as a sweet, wet, warm pussy!

Finally, she’d told me she was ready for a cock to entertain her cunt. I was thrilled beyond belief! Yet, my elation soon turned to bitter anger. Mine was not the cock she gave in to. I found her fucking another man!

I should have killed them both! I should have beaten the shit out of both the bastard and the bitch! Yet, I didn’t do either. Instead, I fled to my boyhood woodlands home.

Peaceful contentment was now my sole companion. I never wanted to see another female being in my lifetime! Hell, the back-stabbing bitches could all burn in the fires of Hades as far as I was concerned!

Months passed and I found comfort in a lonely hermit’s life. I stayed close to hearth and home. That’s where I was now stirring the embers in my fireplace. I’d just finished a bath and had stepped out of a big, old, wooden bathtub. I was naked as the day I was born.

A knock at the door interrupted my musings. Now just who in the hell would be out in these deep woods knocking on the door of my small, secluded cottage?

I jerked the heavy door open and stared in wide-eyed amazement. Why, there was a girl standing there! She was young, perhaps only fifteen, could be sixteen. She wore a long dress with a hem nearly touching the ground.

The girl’s oval face radiated the beauty of innocence. Blue eyes shimmered with a luminescent glow. Golden hair, sparkling bright as the noonday sun, covered her head with an abundance of curly, blonde ringlets.

As I stared, the girl with the golden locks was speaking, “Hello Sir, my name is Goldie. May I come in? I’m lost and frightened.”

Unconsciously, I stepped aside and allowed the girl to enter. She walked to the fireplace and warmed her hands. I closed the door and followed.

As I neared, the girl turned to face me. I noticed that she was staring at me intently. Yet, she wasn’t looking at my face. Instead, she was gazing at my cock.

Holy shit, I was still naked! I began wondering what in the world the young lady might be thinking inside her pretty, little head. I didn’t have to wonder long.

The girl with the golden locks spoke again, “Sir, that’s a real nice thing you’ve have there between your legs. It’s not too big. It’s not too small. Why, it’s just right! May I touch it?”

No words would come from my startled mind. My head was buzzing dizzily. I didn’t speak, but my head nodded in a gesture that said, “Yes.”

The girl, the wondrously curious little woods sprite, reached to touch my cock. The half-limp, drooping shaft began to harden in her hands. As she touched and played with the meaty pole, it stiffened into a fully erect, muscular timber.

The girl spoke again, “Yes Sir, this is a really nice thing you have. It’s not too soft. It’s not too hard. Why, it’s just right! May I kiss it?”

Again, I did not speak. I stared into her curious, blue eyes. My head again nodded in an up and down motion which indicated, “Yes.”

The blue-eyed blonde knelt on the floor between my legs. My cock was still in her hands. Her lips, her sweet soft lips, gently caressed my flesh. She kissed the throbbing shaft up and down its entire length.

A small tongue darted from her mouth and touched my cock skin with moisturized fire. She began licking. She licked and kissed up and down and around and around my pulsating meat.

She stopped for a second, looked at mystified face, and said, “Oh Sir, it tastes good. It’s not too tart. It’s not too sweet. Why it’s just right! May I suck it?”

Finally, I found my voice, “Hell yes, you can suck it! Damnit girl, you can do whatever you want to do with it!”

She had said she wanted to suck it, so that’s what she did. Her tight, little mouth closed over my cock head. She licked and sucked. Her saliva glands opened to release oral moisture. The shaft in her mouth became slippery wet and slid in deeper.

The little lady went wild. She kissed, licked, and sucked my meat. Her head bobbed up and down on the shaft enthusiastically. Several times the slippery rod popped out of her mouth. Each time it popped out, she grabbed it and plopped it right back in.

This little girl with curly golden locks was giving me the best cock sucking I had in all 30 years of my life! And, it was certainly the first blowjob I’d had in a long, long time! I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold onto my cock juices for long. I’d been sexually starved far too long.

As she kissed, licked, and sucked even more feverishly, I knew I was going to cum. I knew too that I ought to pull out of the little girl’s mouth before I did. But, I didn’t pull out. No, I didn’t even try.

I began cumming. I was cumming in the girl’s tight, little mouth! I grunted as orgasms released my seminal cream! Oh god, oh damn, it was a massive orgasm I was having inside little Goldie’s mouth!

The girl was almost gagging, but she didn’t stop sucking. She was swallowing the thick cream as quickly as she could. Still, her mouth filled and was overflowing with sticky cock juice.

I was still cumming and orgasms were still shaking my body from head to toe. Oh hell, it was good! Oh damn, she was a good cocksucker!

Finally, the girl stopped sucking and I stopped cumming. I looked at her face. Her mouth and face were a sticky, milky mess. So was my cock.

I knelt down on the floor beside the girl. She came into my arms willingly. Her arms flew around my neck and her words whispered, “Sir, that stuff tasted good. It wasn’t too hot. It wasn’t too cool. Why, it was just right!”

I knew she was too young for kissing a man, but I kissed her anyway. Her sex wet lips molded to mine. I kissed her several times. She kissed me, too.

I pulled away and felt of the tubful of lukewarm bathwater I’d been using. My hand reached for a steaming kettle simmering in the coals in the fireplace. I filled the tub with enough hot water to make a comfortable bath.

Without asking permission, I stripped the girl naked. I stepped into the big tub and pulled the naked little wench in with me. We washed each other while we kissed, tickled, and teased. We frolicked and played happily.

We two gloried in our shared nudity. We had no bashful shame. We dried each other off in front of the fire. I carried her a few steps and sat her on the edge of my bed. I knelt between her legs and studied her young, feminine body.

This young lady with golden locks was small. I’d bet she wasn’t much over four feet tall. I’d guess her weight to be no more than eighty pounds. Yet, this was the sexiest eighty pounds of feminine nudity my eyes had seen in ages!

The girl had tits. Yeah, she had a couple of them. They weren’t very big, no they were not big at all. They were nubile, little mounds in just the first stages of blossoming maturity. They were certainly big enough to play with, so play with them, I did.

My eyes played first and then my hands. My mouth begged to join in. I gave in to seductive temptation and kissed the young mounds. My lips found budding nipples which ripened to erection as I kissed and sucked them.

I was having a good time with these small tits. My mouth, lips, and tongue kissed, licked, and sucked hungrily. The girl was having a good time, too. She was softly sighing.