Jack, Twice Up the Beanstalk

Once upon a time long ago and far away the sun rose over a quaint village. Shopkeepers were leaving their houses for their shops. Farmers were preparing to work in their fields. Jack fed the chickens and gathered the eggs. He took the eggs to his poor widowed mother. She was preparing their breakfast. Jack exchanged the egg basket for the milk bucket and returned outdoors to milk their cow, Milky-White.

"May we fare better today," Jack's mother said to him as he closed the door.

Milky-White, once the best milk producer in the parish, was drying up. For the last week she had been giving less milk with each succeeding day. This was of grave concern to Jack and his mother for they depended on the sale of the milk for their existence.

Unfortunately, this day was the worst yet. Jack was only able to get a couple of small squirts - not even enough to fully cover the bottom of the bucket. Jack returned to the house and gave his mother the bad news.

Mother and son sat at the table in silence as they sipped their weak tea and shared a slice of toasted bread. Jack was a rather simple lad and had been sheltered from the world by his loving mother since the sudden death of his father a few years earlier. To her credit, Jack's mother was an intelligent and resourceful woman. She had seen this sad day approaching and had come up with a plan to deal with it. The plan was not a pleasant one but seemed their best course of action.

"Jack, we must sell Milky-White. We will take the money and open a small shop where I will take in sewing and sell baked goods. Today is market day. After breakfast I want you to take her to the market and get the best price you can for her."

The young man did as he was bidden. He led the large white cow by her halter along the road and into the market area. As soon as he entered the market Jack was met by an unusual looking man in a gray pointed hat. Jack had lived all of his 22 years in the village and he knew each of the residents. The man in the pointy hat was a stranger to him.

"Good morning, lad. That is a fine looking cow that you have," the pointy-hatted man spoke.

"Good morning. A fine cow she is, although just drying of her milk."

"Are you wishing to sell her?"

"Yes," the open faced Jack answered. "My mother has sent me to market to sell her and to get the best price."

"Sadly, I fear she may be difficult to sell. She won't produce milk again until she births another calf. She is, now, only good for meat. Since she is rather old and thin I doubt many will want her for that purpose," the stranger posited.

"Nonetheless, I am set to do my mother's bidding."

"I can tell that you are a fine son! Your mother must be most proud of you," the man said placing a hand on Jack's broad shoulder.

Jack blushed and smiled slightly at the praise. He knew not the proper response.

"Your mother has sent you to get the best deal possible for your cow, is that correct?" the man said from beneath his odd head-piece.

"Yes."

"I suspect that your best deal may not be found in SELLING your cow but in making a trade." He paused to let this concept sink into Jack's thinking. "You may get best VALUE by swapping your cow, of small worth, for something with great potential. Do you get my thinking?"

Jack was taking a liking to this stranger. The logic and wisdom he was presenting had appeal. Jack nodded his head as he replied, "yes."

The man reached into his pocket and withdrew a small black velvet bag. The mouth of the bag was secured with golden yarn. He untied the yarn and poured the contents into the palm of his hand. "Take a look at these, son." Jack beheld three small kidney shaped objects. "Do you know what these are?"

"They appear to be seeds," Jack answered. "Bean seeds, I think."

"You're a bright lad! Your mother must be so proud!" the man said in a congratulatory way. "These are indeed bean seeds. But they are not just ANY bean seeds. These are MAGIC bean seeds."

A look of wide eyed astonishment appeared on Jack's face. "Magic?"

"Magic!" he responded emphatically. The stranger cast his eyes left and right as if to be sure their conversation was not being overheard by passers-by. He dropped his voice to a whisper. "If you plant these seeds in shallow soil, and if you water them before dark, you will wake to the largest bean plant human eye has ever beheld."

"Wow!"

The man continued in his conspiratorial whisper, "Can you imagine the bounty for you and your mother from such a plant?"

The bargain was made. Jack proudly returned home. He burst through the door with his face beaming.

"Did you get fair price for Milky-White?" his mother inquired.

"Even better!"

His mother's face broke into a broad grin. "Did you get five pounds?"

"Even better!"

"Ten?"

"Even better!"

"Jack, my son, did you get twenty pounds?"

"I did even better, Mother. Look at this!" Jack took the little black velvet bag and untied it before his mother's expectant eyes. He poured the three seeds into his hand and held them out to her.

Her face fell in unbelief and her jaw dropped in disappointment. "Jack, how could you? How could you be so gullible?" she shouted in dismay. She snatched the seeds from his hand and cast them out the window. She wanted to strike him in her anger but curbed her emotion. "There will be no supper for you! Off to bed, now. I don't want to see your face again this day."

Never had Jack seen his mother so angry. He was crestfallen. Why had he been so foolish? Oh, why had he believed the man in the pointy hat?

Jack slept fitfully that night. A rainstorm woke him once but, most times, he woke because of dreams that recalled his mother's disappointed face.

Life goes on even though we err, and next morning the sun rose despite what Jack had done. Jack woke and realized that it was light outside. Something was odd? The sunlight was not normal. Jack went to the window and saw what was causing the sunlight to be unusual this particular morning. The sun's rays were obstructed by a huge beanstalk! The man had told the truth! They really were magic seeds!

Jack threw on his clothes, jumped out the window, and began climbing the beanstalk. It reached all the way into the far clouds. The stalk was covered with small branches and tendrils that made the climbing easy. Jack made rapid progress. Before long he entered the clouds and still he climbed. Finally, as he was nearly exhausted, Jack rose above the clouds and found a smooth road stretching out before him as far as he could see. Jack set off at a brisk pace upon the road. The distance passed beneath Jack's long strides. A tall stone castle took shape in the distance. Jack saw a woman tending a garden in front of the castle.

Jack was very hungry. He had not eaten since breakfast the day before. As he drew near the woman stood from her weeding. She was an exceptionally large woman, not that she was fat, but she was tall, broad, and stout. Jack was nearly six feet and this woman towered over him.

"G'day, m'lady. I've not eaten since morning of yesterday. I wonder if you might spare a bit of food?"

The tall woman ran her dark brown eyes from his feet to the top of his curly brown hair. She was assessing him. He was obviously from "down below." He was bigger than most that she'd seen from down there and a nice looking lad. He had an honest face.

"Come inside and I'll find something for you," she said hospitably.

Jack was again reminded of just how large this woman was. He doubted that he could reach much higher than the top of her head. Jack could not have thought of the word for it but she was proportional. She had course features with a prominent nose and square jaw. Her skin was dark from time spent in the sun tending her garden. She wore a simple, loose dress and was barefoot. Jack guessed that she was a few years younger than his mother.

The woman fetched a cool glass of milk and set it before him. She followed that with generous slice of bread, butter, and a piece of cold pork. "We get few strangers here. What brings you?" she asked as he hungrily devoured the food. Her voice was deep, husky sounding for a woman, and rather loud.

Jack explained the beanstalk and his exploratory journey.

"I am married to a giant. He is very big," she raised her hands above her head to demonstrate. "He is very mean," the woman explained flatly. Jack did not know how to respond to this. She continued. "He goes hunting every morning. Usually he returns late in the day but, if he has good success, he returns earlier."

"I see," Jack said as he remembered his manners. "I'd like to meet your hus-"

"As I say," she interrupted, "he is very mean. He beats me often." She halted as she searched for the words to convey what she wanted to tell this handsome young man. "He likes Englishmen from down below. He likes to eat them."

Jack's face froze in the midst of chewing his food. Was she teasing? She spoke in such a dead-pan manner that it rather unnerved him. "I see! Well, perhaps I should be going."

"Not so fast. We should have some time yet. I hardly ever get visitors and I don't want you to go so soon."

Jack resumed eating the food set before him. He was understandably uneasy. His mind was trying to process the concept of a mean giant. The last thing he wanted was to be eaten by a giant! And this woman added to his unease. She spoke few words and she kept looking at him in an odd way. It made him think of the manner in which buyers at the market place looked at horses they were considering purchasing.

Jack finished the last portion of his food and downed the last of his milk. "Thank you for the food and now I will be going."

The tall woman stood at the same time Jack did. "Before you go there is something you can do for me to repay me for the food."

He wanted to leave immediately but there was no way he could refuse to reciprocate her generosity. "Of course, good lady," he responded hesitantly.

She turned and jerked her head to indicate that he should follow, "this way." Jack followed her into another room where there was a gargantuan fireplace that contained logs the size of grown pigs. The furniture gave evidence that this is the room in which the residents spent most of their time. Jack's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as they walked past a small table upon which there was an open leather bag of gold coins. The walls were decorated with swords and shields and the horns of huge animals.

They passed into another room. This one was obviously the bedchamber for it was dominated by a massive bed. Each corner of the bed was supported by a log as big around as Jack's body. There were several huge chests for clothing and a closet with a curtain over the opening. Light came in through a window that had heavy dark drapes pulled to its sides. Once Jack had stepped inside the bedchamber, the woman closed the door and slid a massive lock into place.

Jack's nervousness had suddenly become fear. He was trapped! His eyes went from the door to the window. Could he jump out? The strange woman seemed too large and powerful for him to physically overcome her.

She read his thoughts. "Do not be afraid. I am not going to hurt you." With that she reached behind her neck and untied the top of her dress. She tugged it over her shoulders and it fell to her feet. She stood before Jack naked.

His mouth fell open in shock. He had never seen a woman nude before. Her breasts were like ripe brown fruits. Their nipples were dark mahogany. Her shoulders tapered to a muscular waist and then flared out over broad hips. There was a large triangle of curly black hair from the junction of her thighs half way to her naval. A strange sensation began in his groin. He felt a tingling and he felt his manhood began to inflate.

He glanced at the door again, confirming that it was locked. He had no viable option but to obey. He lifted his shirt over his head and untied his trousers. He pushed them down and stood before her nervously.

"Have you never been with a woman before?" she asked with a trace of a smile.

He shook his head negatively, eyes wide taking in the sight of her from across the room. His hands were gathered over his semi-erect penis in modesty.

"It's alright. I'll show you what to do." She sat on the side of the bed and beckoned Jack to come nearer with her hand. He shuffled toward her, stopping at about an arm's length distance. "Closer," she said. He advanced so that he was within easy reach. Even sitting on the bed, she was almost as tall as Jack. She took Jack's wrists in her sizable hands and exposed his most private body parts to her sight. His penis had started to expand in response to her nakedness but his trepidation had checked it's growth so that it was somewhat swollen and arched out before him, pointing at her knees. He felt the cool touch of her calloused fingers as she weighed his cock in her hand. "This is a nice size. My husband is so large that he hurts me when he sticks it into me." She took Jack's hands in her own and pressed them to her breasts. They felt warm and soft. The nipples hardened to his touch and were almost the size of Jack's thumb. The tingling and swelling in his penis resumed. "Squeeze them gently," she whispered in her husky voice. Her tits seemed small in relation to her body but they were more than his hands could contain. The nipples were now firmly pressing against his palms. She moved her hands from atop Jack's and hefted his hairy scrotum. His young balls were almost lost in her soft grip. His cock quickly became rigid. She continued to cup his testicles with her right hand and began to slowly fist his rigid shaft with her left. Her hand was almost as broad as his member was long. A clear liquid began slowly oozing from the opening in his purple cockhead. Jack had never experienced such a throbbing, turgid erection! The amazon closed her eyes and tilted back her head as she concentrated on the feelings Jack was eliciting from her breasts.

She knew that the length of time before the giant returned home was uncertain. She wanted to prolong this foreplay but knew that to do so was unwise. She reclined on the bed on one elbow and scooted toward the center of the bed. "Come here," she said as she patted the area beside her. Jack joined her on the bed. He was on his left side facing her. She, once again, took his upper hand in hers. She guided him over her breasts, rubbing his fingertips especially over her large dark nipples. After a time, she moved his hand over the dark skin of her belly and into the forest of bristly black hair below. He discovered a warm moist slit. At the bottom of the slit was a wet opening that seemed to swallow the tip of his middle finger. She steered his fingers back to the top of the slit where they encountered a smooth nub, like a larger kernel of corn. This seemed to be an especially sensitive area for the woman. She jolted slightly at the contact and began to guide Jack's fingertip in small circles around and around the nub. Her mouth opened slightly and her eyes closed. Her breathing accelerated slightly as she increased the speed and intensity of the circles made by Jack's fingers. She muttered, "don't stop!" As Jack continued stimulating her, she grabbed his hair and pulled his lips down to a nipple. "Suck!" Jack did as he was ordered. He was tentative for a moment but sucked harder as she pulled his head tighter to her. Just then, the woman tensed and emitted a long, deep moan. She relaxed for a moment before she moaned and her body contracted again. She did this several times as Jack continued to tug on her distended nipple with his mouth. She was breathing quickly.

Past her peak now, she shoved Jack off his elbow and onto his back. She rolled on top him and guided the nipple that had been previously neglected to his waiting mouth. Jack could feel the immense bulk of her almost smothering him. She had her knees on the outside of his. She rhythmically made shallow thrusts with her powerful hips. Her movements were almost painful to him as her coarse pubic hair was ground against his throbbing sensitive cock that was trapped between them .

She was again reminded that time was not her ally. She would have loved to have had a leisurely full day to enjoy this young lover but the giant could come home at any time. She gathered herself up on her knees, freeing her sensitive nipple from his mouth. She lifted her hips, grasped his virgin manhood, and aimed it at her frothy opening. She settled herself upon him, easily taking him inside in one movement.

When she withdrew her nipple from his mouth, Jack's hands followed her breasts. He continued to knead them as she guided his iron-like member into her syrupy warmth. Jack had never known anything that felt so exciting and pleasant. Every nerve seemed to be alive and focused on this experience. The woman began to bounce up and down. Jack found that his pleasure increased even more if he met her downward movements with a thrust of his hips. He was matching her movements with his own. Her great breasts were bobbing. Their breathing had become gasping. The bed was creaking.

Suddenly, a distinct "slam" echoed through the castle. The giant was home! The woman was off Jack and reaching for her clothes in an instant. Heavy, slow footfalls were growing closer. Jack was too stunned to move. The woman jolted him into action as she grabbed him, his boots and his trousers. She roughly shoved him into the closet. She hastily arranged the curtain to provide concealment.

As her dress settled over her shoulders, the woman silently unlocked the door. She quickly tied the closure for her dress and was smoothing the wrinkles from the bedspread when the bedroom door burst open. "Fee, fi, fo, fum! I smell an Englishman." The very walls shook with the overpowering sound of the deafening voice. Jack stood nude and trembling in the closet. "I'll grind his bones and have him for my supper!" he continued.

Pretending to have just finished making the bed, the woman responded calmly, "There's no Englishman here. Perhaps you're smelling the pork I had for lunch or the vegetables I brought in from the garden."

"Mmmmm... maybe," the deep voice responded.

"How was the hunting?" she asked as she stood from her freshly made bed.

"A doe and two hares," the giant said. Still not totally convinced he continued, "If there is no Englishman I'll have the doe for my supper."

Jack was too fearful to even peek from the closet. He thought for sure the giant would be able to hear his pounding heart.

There were a couple more footfalls followed by the creaking of the bed as the giant sat down. "Help me with my boots," he ordered.

Jack tilted his head ever so slightly and he was able to see the bed through a tiny gap in the curtain covering the closet. The giant was more fearsome than Jack had imagined! He had long black hair and a bushy black beard. Jack had never seen an elephant but, from descriptions he had heard, this giant reminded him of an elephant with his tremendous size and girth. His heavily muscled and hairy arms protruded from a buckskin tunic. Jack thought that the tunic would have almost served as a tent for a normal man. The giant's breeches had once been green but were stained with dirt and dried blood. Around his middle was a black leather belt that carried a hunting knife the size of a sword. His boots were also black leather and reached almost to his knees. Jack watched as the giant extended a booted foot. The woman unfastened the buckle and threw a leg over the giant's knee. She was facing away from the giant as she stooped and gripped the heel of his boot. The giant placed his off foot against the rump of the woman. She tugged and he pushed until the boot came loose. The process was repeated on the other boot. This time, however, the giant's foot pushed against his wife's ass was bare.