Jack, Twice Up the Beanstalk

All of a sudden the giant felt amorous. Perhaps it was the contact of his foot with her butt. Perhaps it was the fact that he had had a pleasant hunt. Perhaps it was the pheromones in the air from the recent sex between Jack and the giant's wife. Whatever the reason, the giant was horny.

The woman was most relieved that her dalliance with Jack had not been discovered. She kept glancing toward the closet to be sure that the Englishman was not visible. Her mind was at work trying to imagine a plan to get Jack out of the house. Maybe her husband would take a nap later. She would encourage him to drink even more wine than usual.

Jack watched the second boot come free of the giant's massive foot. He could see that his black eyes were paying particular attention to his wife's posterior. She toted his boots to their place at the foot of the bed while the giant loosed the buckle of his belt. He momentarily raised his ass from the bed as he lowered his breeches. He took his cock in his ham-like fist and shook it before his wife. "Do you want some of this?" he asked obscenely.

The woman was taken by surprise. Rarely did he want sex in the middle of the day. Sometimes in the morning, usually at bedtime, but seldom during the day did he initiate their coupling. She hoped that he wouldn't find it odd that her pussy was already soggy. The giant knew nothing of foreplay. That fact paired with the immensity of his tool, usually made sex a painful chore for her. Maybe it would be a pleasant experience today. Another thought suddenly occurred to her: perhaps the giant would be distracted enough with sex that Jack could make his escape! She looked down at her husband's wagging cock and answered as convincingly as she could, "of course I do!"

Jack was trying not to make even the slightest sound. He knew the giant would have no more trouble dispatching him than he would crushing a bug. Jack was shocked at the size of the giant's penis. Jack was instantly reminded of a stallion belonging to a neighbor in the parish. He watched as the woman knelt between the giant's knees. The giant reclined on his elbows. She removed his breeches and tossed them aside before attending to her husband. Jack watched her do to him the same things she had done to him only a short time ago. She caressed her husband's balls with one hand while coaxing the engorging shaft with the other. In a matter of minutes it grew to almost the size of Jack's forearm. The angry purple head on top resembled a fist. The kneeling woman began licking the tip. At the same time, she was slowly pumping both her hands, placed one above the other, over his manhood.

The giant was ready to enter his wife. He smacked the bed and commanded, "get up here." It was obvious that he wanted her to get on the bed beside him. The woman realized, however, that if she could get the giant to the foot of the bed, he would be facing away from Jack and that might allow Jack an opportunity to escape. She stood and moved to the desired part of the bed. Then, she got down on hands and knees upon the foot of the bed. At this point her butt was toward Jack and his closet. Jack could see the black nest of hair separated by a wet pink valley between the cheeks of her broad ass. The giant rose and took position behind her. He grabbed his cock and swiped the fist-sized knob up and down her slippery slit. "You must really want it today," his deep voice boomed in response to her wetness.

"Yes. Of course I do," she lied. "Put it in me. Feel how much I want it?"

The giant found her opening and began to press his knob inside. She squeaked in response to the initial pain of the intrusion. From Jack's vantage point the giant made an amazing sight. He still wore the deerskin tunic but it was pulled up in the front to allow him to penetrate his wife. This left most of his hairy butt exposed. His thrusting ass sent Jack's mind back to remembered images of the huge draft horses that were used to pull tree stumps. Their massive muscles would flex, the traces would strain, and the stumps would roll from the ground.

The giant was panting with exertion and the bed was creaking with his movements. There was a sharp slap of flesh with each thrust. The giant's balls were like two tomatoes in a sack and they would make an audible "smack" each time they struck the woman's nether regions.

Jack knew this was his opportunity for escape. He clutched his clothes tightly, took a deep breath, and dashed out of the closet, through the door and into the next room. He noticed the table with the coins on it and grabbed three of them as he passed. He didn't break stride until he came to the front door. There, he softly opened and reclosed it. He filled his lungs with the air of freedom and resumed his pace until the castle was no longer in sight. Even then, he only stopped long enough to hastily pull on his trousers and boots. He stuffed the coins in a pocket before running on.

It was nearing dusk when Jack reached the bottom of the beanstalk. His mother, relieved at his safe return, smothered him with hugs and kisses. She had feared that her harsh reaction to Jack's poor swap of Milky-White had caused Jack to run away forever. Jack told her most of the story of his day over their modest supper. He, of course, left out the parts about sex. His mother nearly fainted when Jack produced the three gold coins. The giant's coins were large and contained much gold. Jack and his mother had suddenly been transformed from some of the poorest people in the parish to the richest. They both slept well that night.

The newfound wealth produced little outward change for Jack and his mother over the next few weeks. They purchased a new milk cow and resumed selling milk. They continued to work in the garden and care for their chickens.

Jack's days were the same as they had been before his trip up the beanstalk. His nights, however, had taken on a new aspect. He now pleasured himself almost every night before sleeping. His thoughts would return to the giant's bedroom and the sights he'd seen there and the things he'd experienced. Jack would stroke himself beneath the blanket while his mind relished memories of how it felt for the giant's wife to stroke his cock with her rough hands, how her extended nipples felt when he sucked on them, and how her firm but soft breasts felt when he squeezed them. Mostly he thought of how it had felt when she had lowered her slippery warmth over his up-thrust cock. He would visualize the giant's wife on hands and knees with her hairy pussy on display before him. He would remember how the giant's ass looked as he drove himself into her. Each time Jack climaxed it he remembered the feeling of looking up at her bouncing tits as she rode his cock buried to the hilt inside her. Jack would fall asleep wondering if it would be worth it to risk the giant's wrath to have another chance to experience his wife's delights.

The rising sap of manhood and the foolishness of youth were too powerful for Jack to contain. One night Jack told his mother that he had decided to return to the area above the clouds. He was going to leave early the next morning with the intent of getting more coins. Jack's mother was a woman of considerable wisdom. She urged Jack to reconsider. In fact, she told him that she thought it would be best to chop down the beanstalk. They had enough money to maintain their lifestyle for the remainder of their lives. There was no need to be greedy and risk death at the hand of the giant.

Jack would not be dissuaded. Very early, in the wee hours of the following morning, Jack ascended the beanstalk in the darkness. He climbed above the clouds and with the help of the moonlight followed the road to the shadowy castle. Jack hid himself in the woods and waited for the giant to leave in pursuit of game. It seemed as if the night would never pass. Finally, just before dawn, Jack could see the movement of a candle in the castle. After a considerable time the sun began to turn the eastern sky orange. Jack heard the movement and closing of a door at the back of the castle. The immense hunter, rifle over his shoulder, walked along the trail that led into the woods and was lost to sight. Jack waited a while longer to be sure that the fearsome giant did not return to retrieve some forgotten item.

The yellow ball of the sun was fully visible when Jack made his way to the front door and softly knocked. The door was promptly opened by the giant's wife, dressed as she had been on the day he met her.

"Good morning, m'lady."

A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. This was the first sign of emotion Jack had seen from this stoic woman apart from her enthusiasm associated with sex. "I wondered if I'd see you again."

Jack had rehearsed what he would say should this moment ever come. "Yes. I think of you often. I hoped that you would be glad to see m-."

"Come in. I believe we have some unfinished business," she interrupted in her deep voice. Jack followed her inside and was met with the smell of rising bread. He noticed that her hands were white with flour and there was a smudge of white on her cheek where she must have brushed her hair back with flour covered fingers. "It is good you are here early today. We should have at least a few hours. The last time was not good. He would have killed us both."

"I know," Jack agreed. "I was never so scared in my life!"

"You were foolish to steal the gold."

Jack paled and dropped his eyes in shame. "I know. I shouldn't have taken the coi-".

"He accused me of stealing them. He was going to beat me," she interrupted again, "but I convinced him that he must have miscounted."

"I'm very sorry. It won't happen agai-".

"No foolishness today!" she said adamantly. Jack nodded in agreement as she walked to the counter where she had been mixing her bread. She took a dishtowel and wiped her hands. "So you came back. You must like this big woman," she said with another small smile.

"Yes, very much." Jack was relieved that she had given him a pass on his theft. He was becoming optimistic that she would have sex with him again.

"You said that you think of me often?"

"Yes, I do," Jack answered.

"When do you think of me?"

"Well, mostly at night. You know, before I go to sleep."

"Ahhhh. You think of me when you're in your bed." She stepped closer to Jack before she continued to question. "Tell me, Englishman from below, exactly what do you think of when you think of me?"

"I...I... think about how you look and I think about the things we did," he stuttered.

"I see. And do you touch yourself when you think on those things?"

Jack swallowed. He had not expected to be asked such things. "Yes. Yes I touch myself."

"That is good. I, too, touch myself when I think of you." She bent down and slid her hands beneath Jack's arms. She lifted him as one would lift a small child. She turned and placed him, sitting, on a huge rough-hewn dining table. Jack's legs dangled over the edge. She stepped close and placed a hand on each of his knees. "You saw, my husband, his cock was made for mares. It is too large for a woman - even a big woman. It hurts me. But yours..." she paused looking into Jack's eyes, "yours is just right and it pleases me."

Jack did not know how he should respond. His mind was still searching for the correct words as he felt her strong nimble fingers unbuckle his belt and untie the knot securing his trousers. "I'm glad you like it," he uttered while she was tugging his trousers past his thighs. His semi-hard cock became visible. Her busy hands removed his boots. She planted a kiss on the purple crown at the same time she pulled his pants free of his legs.

"Take off your shirt," she ordered, "today, I want you naked. I want to feel your skin on mine."

Jack hurried to obey. He felt his cock getting harder by the second in anticipation of what he thought would soon happen. The giant's wife took a half step backward to survey the young man sitting before her. She noted the curly light-brown hair and pale blue eyes, wide with expectation. His cheeks were smooth and his teeth pearly white. Even though his shoulders were broad and well muscled, they seemed small in comparison to her mammoth husband. Jack's chest was fair with only a sparse patch of hair in its center and a bit of hair around each nipple. A line of fair hair ran from his navel down to be lost in somewhat coarser pubic hair. His virginal shaft stood proudly above a pair of balls that loosely hung in their sack between his white thighs. Jack was the opposite of her husband in almost every way she thought to herself.

She placed her hands on his knees and spread his legs wide to allow room for her to step forward between them. "Lay back, Englishman," she whispered. Jack felt her straight black hair settle on his chest as her lips and tongue descended on one nipple, then the other. She smelled of yeast and flour. Her hands made their way up his sensitive inner thighs where her strong fingers found his distended hairy sack. His nipples became like little pink stones of sensation. He winced as she lightly nipped them with her teeth. Her work-calloused fingers rolled his balls. Jack closed his eyes and concentrated on the range of sensations to which she was treating him. Her lips kissed his nipples goodbye and started a trail of kisses lower, across his belly`. The kisses ended at his naval and resumed a few seconds later at the juncture of his cock and scrotum. He opened his eyes and his head enough to watch as her moist tongue, in slow motion, firmly licked from the base to the very tip. She tasted his salty precum before taking the upper third of his throbbing member into her warm mouth. Her tongue continued to taste and tease as she applied suction with her lips. Her head began deliberate up and down motions at the same time her index finger found his anus and traced round and round before slightly probing. Jack had never imagined anything like this much less experienced it. His head was spinning with delight. "I'm going to... I'm going to... Uhhhh!" he croaked as his body pumped the first of many jets of hot salty semen into the dark complected amazon's mouth. The suddenness and intensity of his orgasm surprised her but she steadily maintained her movements and swallowed every bit. Even after his orgasm subsided, she continued to suckle.

"Oh, my!" Jack said through rapid breaths. "I've never felt anything like that. Thank you! Thank you!"

The giant's wife was a woman of few words. She possessed skills in the art of oral lovemaking but lacked skills in communication. She had rarely had opportunity to speak with others in her life. She released Jack's member from her mouth as she stood to her full height and took a step backward. Still erect, it made a moist "plop" against his belly. She looked steadily, silently, into Jack's eyes while she methodically disrobed before him. Jack dropped his gaze from her eyes to her fingers, and, as her breasts came into view, from her fingers to her prominent dark nipples. He wanted to feel them again - to taste them again!

She was soon naked. "Now, you do me," she said jerking her head to the side to indicate that Jack should move off the table. As Jack moved aside, she sat on the table. She reclined to her elbows and parted her thighs. Jack took this as an invitation. He stepped forward grabbing his cock to point it at the pink center of the curly dark forest between her legs. "No," she spoke softly. "Not yet. Lick it first. Like I did to you."

Jack hesitated in mid-step. "Lick it?" He had never heard of such a thing much less done it.

"Yes. Lick me." She placed her fingers on either side of her pussy and spread it open like a flower. "Lick me here with your tongue."

Jack was eager to please her. He looked at the shining slick folds before him and bent closer. A heady, earthy fragrance met his nostrils as he tentatively touched his tongue to her. The taste was mildly salty and unlike any he had encountered before.

"Harder," she instructed. "Don't be afraid."

Jack pressed his tongue against her vagina and she moaned approval. He began making short, but firm, licking motions with his tongue. She moved her strong hands from her crotch to his curly hair. "Here, like this," she coached as she guided his head so that he began making long licks from her seeping opening up and over her swollen nub. Each time his tongue contacted her clit Jack could tell that it was producing a positive reaction. Jack's confidence began to grow after only a few seconds. He was soon licking and exploring each fold, paying particular attention to the little button at the top. He began sucking and making tugging motions with his lips. This was rewarded with enthusiastic encouragement from her. He became aware that she was getting wetter and wetter. Her juices were covering his nose, lips, and chin. She was beginning to rock her powerful hips in time to his licks. She started to grunt each time she lifted her ass. Her fingers entwined in his hair were pulling his face into her pussy so hard that it was almost painful. Suddenly she let out a load groan and clamped her meaty thighs against his cheeks. Jack was scared for a moment because he couldn't breathe. Fortunately, after a few seconds her muscles relaxed momentarily and Jack was able to inhale a deep breath before the second wave of orgasm caused her to clench against him again. These spasms were repeated four or five times. She was breathing heavily and quickly. She pushed his face away. "I need a moment," she panted. Jack gazed at her pussy. It seemed a darker shade of pink than it had been earlier. It was definitely wetter. Even the coarse black hair around it was now soaked in fluids. Droplets of moisture had rolled over her dark puckered hole and were lost between the cheeks of her ass.

Her breathing had slowed. She pulled his mouth back into her center. "Again. But start slow - soft." Jack did as he was told. He gently licked the length of one pussy lip, then the other. He stuck his tongue inside her. He lightly sucked her labia. Before long she was rocking her hips and encouraging him. "Faster. Harder." She reached another climax and his head was clamped again in the vice of her thighs. She was ready for something more than his tongue. She wanted his cock in her pussy. She raised his head and pulled him toward her. "Now! Stick it in me!" she ordered. Jack stepped forward but the table was too high. Even on his tip-toes his turgid cock wouldn't reach her ravenous hole. She quickly realized Jack's dilemma and hopped from the table. "C'mon," she said as she briskly walked to the bedroom. He was close on her heels. She dropped onto her back on the bed with her legs spread wide. She held out her hands. Jack did not hesitate. He climbed atop her and she guided him into her furry nest. His momentum caused him to slide inside to the hilt in one smooth motion. Her strong hips met his thrust and lifted him clear of the bed. Jack felt like a rag doll in a hurricane as she violently heaved her ass up and down. Her clit rubbed against his pubic bone with each thrust. Jack managed to grip a breast in either hand to help stabilize himself. The wild jostling was causing his cock to rub the warm walls of her pussy. He knew that he was going to cum again very soon. Suddenly, with her hips raised and with Jack's body totally lifted, she climaxed. Jack released her tits and pinched her nipples. The woman let out a loud groan. Jack could feel her pussy squeeze against his cock. This was enough to trigger his own orgasm. Spasms of pleasure wracked their bodies for the next seconds. Jack became aware that he was panting like he'd run a race and that the woman had her ankles crossed above his butt. She, too, was breathing heavily. There was a sheen of sweat above her brow and closed eyes.