ONCE upon a time there lived a man and his wife who were very unhappy because they had no children. These good people had a little window at the back of their house, which looked into the most lovely garden, full of all manner of beautiful flowers and vegetables; but the garden was surrounded by a high wall and no one dared to enter it, for it belonged to a witch of great power, who was feared by the whole world. So feared, that no one had ever dared to go and see her.

One day the woman stood at the window overlooking the garden, and saw there a bed full of the finest rampion the leaves looked so fresh and green that she longed to eat them. The desire grew day by day, and just because she knew she couldn't possibly get any, she pined away and became quite pale and wretched. Then her husband grew alarmed and said,

"What ails you, dear wife?"

"Oh," she answered, "if I don't get some rampion to eat out of the garden behind the house, I know I shall die.”

The man, who loved her dearly, thought to himself, ‘Come! rather than let your wife die you shall fetch her some rampion, no matter what the cost.’ So at dusk he climbed over the wall into the witch's garden, and, hastily gathering a handful of rampion leaves, he returned with them to his wife. She made them into a salad, which tasted so good that her longing for the forbidden food was greater than ever. If she were to know any peace of mind, there was nothing for it but that her husband should climb over the garden wall again, and fetch her some more. So at dusk over he got, but when he reached the other side he drew back in terror, for there, standing before him, was a young, beautiful lady, presumably the old witch, as she was stated in books and told by all people in the village.

"How dare you," she said, with a wrathful glance, "climb into my garden and steal my rampion like a common thief? You shall suffer for your foolhardiness."

"Oh!" he implored, "pardon my presumption; necessity alone drove me to the deed. My wife saw your rampion from her window, and conceived such a desire for it that she would certainly have died if her wish had not been gratified." Then the beautiful lady's anger was a little appeased, and she said:

"If it's as you say, you may take as much rampion away with you as you like, but on one condition only -” she paused.

‘Let me please fuck your brains out, leave my wife and fuck your brains out again,’ the simple man thought. But instead, he got an answer that did not came quite close as to what he was hoping for.

“- that you give me the child your wife will shortly bring into the world. All shall go well with it, and I will look after it like a mother.”

The man in his terror agreed to everything she asked, and as soon as the child was born the Witch appeared, and having given it the name of Rapunzel which is the same as rampion, she carried it off with her.

Rapunzel was the most gorgeous child under the sun; deep blue eyes, a cute squishy nose, and rosy cheeks. When he was twelve years old the Witch shut him  up in a tower in the middle of a great wood and the tower had neither stairs nor doors, only high up at the very top small window.  When the old Witch wanted to get in she stood underneath and called out:

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.”

for Rapunzel had wonderful long leg hair and it was as fine as spun gold. Whenever he heard the Witch's voice he unloosed his plaits and let his leg hair fall down out of the window about twenty yards below, and the old Witch climbed up by it.

After they had lived like this for a few years, it happened one day that a Prince with lovely highlighted brown hair, dark eyes and full lips, was riding through the wood and passed by the tower. As he drew near it he heard someone singing so sweetly that he stood still spell-bound, and listened. It was Rapunzel in his loneliness trying to while away the time by letting his sweet, not yet broken voice ring out into the wood by impersonating Michael Jackson. The Prince longed to see the owner of the voice, but he sought in vain for a door in the tower. He rode home, but he was so haunted by the song he had heard that he returned every day to the wood and listened. One day, when he was standing thus behind a tree, he saw the beautiful Witch approach and heard her call out:

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your golden hair."

Then Rapunzel let down his plaits, and the Witch climbed up by them.

"So that's the staircase, is it?" said the Prince. "Then I too will climb it and try my luck."

So on the following day, at dusk, he went to the foot of the tower and cried:

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your golden hair,"

and as soon as he had let it down the Prince climbed up.

At first Rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man came in, for he had never seen one before, aside from himself and the Prince had let out a loud yelp, for he had thought that there would be a beautiful girl up in the tower, but taking a closer look, this young man that had been locked away in the tower for years on end (seeing his extremely long leg hair on which the Prince had climbed up by), was also very beautiful, and the Prince’s heart started to thump harder as Rapunzel looked at the Prince with his deep blue eyes, terrified; but the Prince spoke to him so kindly, and told him at once that his heart (and his cock at the thought of shagging a pretty girl) had been so touched by Rapunzel’s singing, that he felt he should know no peace of mind till he had seen her, which turned out to be a him, but it didn’t really matter. In the Prince’s eyes, Rapunzel was incredibly hot. Very soon Rapunzel forgot his fear, and when the Prince asked him to marry him, he consented at once. ‘For,’ he thought, "he is young and fuckable, and I'll certainly be happier with him than with the Witch.” So he put his hand in the Prince’s and said:

"Yes, I will gladly go with you, only how am I to get down out of the tower? Every time you come to see me you must bring a skein of silk with you, and I will make a ladder of them, and when it is finished I will climb down by it and you will take me away on your horse."

They arranged that till the ladder was ready, he was to come to Rapunzel every evening, because the beautiful Witch was with him during the day, playing naughty games with Rapunzel that he didn’t like. The Witch, of course, knew nothing of what was going on, till one day Rapunzel, not thinking of what he was about, turned to the Witch and said:

“How is it, good mother, that it takes me so much longer to cum with you than with the young Prince? I always cum with him in a moment."

"Oh! You wicked child,” cried the Witch. "What is this I hear? I thought I had hidden you safely from the whole world and in spite of it you have managed to deceive me.”

In her wrath she seized Rapunzel's beautiful leg hair, wound it round and round her left hand, and then grasping a pair of scissors in her right, snip snap, off it came, and the beautiful plaits lay on the ground. And, worse than this, she was so hard-hearted that she took Rapunzel to a lonely desert place, and there left him to live in loneliness and misery.

But on the evening of the day in which she had driven poor Rapunzel away, the Witch fastened the plaits on to a hook in the window, and when the Prince came and called out:

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your golden hair,"

she let them down, and the Prince climbed up as usual, but instead of his beloved Rapunzel he found the beautiful Witch, who fixed her evil, glittering eyes on him, and cried mockingly:

"Ah, ah! You thought to find your gentleman love, but the pretty bird has flown and its song is dumb; the cat caught it, and will scratch out your eyes too. Rapunzel is lost to you for ever - you will never see him more."

The Prince was beside himself with grief, and in his despair he grabbed the beautiful Witch, ripped her clothes off and took her in the window of the tower. He lost his balance and fell down from the tower, and, though he escaped with his life, the thorns among which he fell pierced the tip of his dick. Then he wandered, disabled and miserable, through the wood, eating nothing but roots and berries, and weeping and lamenting the loss of his lovely groom. So he wandered about for some years, as wretched and unhappy as he could well be, and at last he came to the desert place where Rapunzel was living. Of a sudden he heard a voice which seemed strangely familiar to him, not only because he had just bought a Michael Jackson album in the record stall that he came across while wandering through the wood. He walked eagerly in the direction of the sound, and when he was quite close, Rapunzel recognised him and fell on his neck and they kissed. Soon, the kisses became more passionate, and Rapunzel lowered his head down to the Prince’s stomach. Down, down he went with his head, until he stopped and look at the Prince’s cock horrified. He looked up at the Prince, two of his tears trickled down his cheeks and touched the head of the Prince’s stiff member, and in a moment the penetrated willy healed up again, and he felt hornier than he had ever done. Then he led Rapunzel to his kingdom, where they were received and welcomed with great joy, and they lived happily ever after.