For those who like their erotica dirty and basic
....................... Jack and the Beanstalk, the Untold Erotic Tale
They’re several things about the tale of “Jack and the Beanstalk” that just don’t ring true. An example of that would be the fact that Jack was cheated out of the cow for the magic beans. Why would anybody be surprised that a young naive boy could be cheated? Well, it turns out, he was much older, about 18 years old. That is why he was so embarrassed at being cheated. Otherwise the tale began much as the story is usually told. The real story unfolds differently once Jack approaches the giant’s castle.
It was a hot steamy summer evening as Jack walked toward the castle. The landscape stood out in stark relief in the light from the full moon. Jack sneaked in under the castle door and began to explore. In one of the first rooms he saw the giant’s housekeeper, let us call her Mary, asleep in her bed. She must have been thirty feet tall! Because the heat was so oppressive she was sleeping in the nude. Jack watched in fascination as her ample bosom rose and fell with each breath. The sweat was glistening all over her body in the moonlight that fell on her from the open window. Jack could no longer resist and he approached the bed.
Of course we have already established that Jack wasn’t the brightest boy in the village. At the foot of the bed the sheets were hanging down to the floor. With great effort Jack climbed the sheets and finally stood at the end of the bed.The housekeeper was an attractive blond with a full figure. When he had started climbing, his intention was to get a closer look at her breasts. Now that he was actually there, he found himself walking up between her spread legs. He had never seen a naked woman before and he was fascinated. He reached out and carefully touched her lips and quickly stepped back. Her breathing was undisturbed. Why he did what he was about to do, he could never say. It was probably due to the scent of woman which was redolent. The pheromones no doubt had an effect as well. Jack found he was taking off his clothes. His clothes stuck to his skin and due to his recent physical efforts he struggled to complete the task. He stood naked for a moment and then approached her. He put his shoulder between her lips and pushed them apart. The scent which was strong before was now overpowering. His head snapped back and his irises disappeared under his half-open eyelids. He was now no longer thinking even at his usual slow pace. He climbed up and sat in her vagina with his face inches from her clit. At this point Mary stirred a little and shifted her shoulders. Jack froze where he was and waited.
A few minutes later when he was sure she was asleep he put his face and both hands on her clit and began massaging it. It was warm and slick and as he continued it grew in size. Her lips had been pressing against both of his shoulders but now they began to pull back. He could now see all of her womanhood it all its glory. He never wanted to leave. As he sat there, he began to notice a sticky liquid on his legs, between his butt cheeks and a liquid dripping on his lap. He was starting to get an erection when Mary stirred again. This time she was waking up. She noticed the warmth of arousal and a foreign object where there should not have been one. She put her hand down and found Jack and pulled him out. She held him up in the light in front of her face and smiled wickedly. Jack struggled mightily but to no avail. On top of the fear, he was feeling acute embarrassment because he still had an erection. It is funny what fear can do. Mary bared her teeth, tilted back her head and began to lower Jack into her mouth. As she began to close her teeth, Jack who was still struggling now froze in abject terror. But instead of biting him she began sucking and licking him. It was rather like being pushed around by a large wet satin pillow. She pulled him out of her mouth and winked at him. She said softly “I want you to stay rigid like you are right now.”. Jack was not sure which part she wanted rigid, so he kept everything rigid. I guess we can add an inflated ego to his list of failings. As we said, Jack wasn’t a bright boy. She put Jack back where she found him and began sliding him in and out. Jack was not finding this unpleasant much to his surprise. The warmth and the moisture were soothing his sore muscles. She began moaning and the vibrations went right through him. Nothing was touching his manhood but his erection was beginning to get painful.
There was a thundering sound of approaching footsteps and a deep voice bellowed “Fe Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman.” Mary calmly pushed his head inside her and tightened her muscles on him. Jack’s arms were pinned to his sides and he had trouble breathing. His fate now rested entirely in Mary’s hands and some other parts.
The Giant hit the door with a resounding “Boom.” Mary grabbed the sheets and pulled them up to her breasts. The Giant struck the door again “Boom” and the door flew open. The Giant strode in bellowing “Where is he?” “Where is who?” answered Mary. The Giant said “Why the Englishman of course,” and began sniffing around the room. As he began to approach the bed, Mary got out of the bed on the other side while holding the sheets in front of her. The Giant walked around the bed and put his face near Mary’s face and sniffed suspiciously. He glared at her and continued sniffing while slowly bending over. When his head got to her crotch, he took in a deep breath through his nose and Mary slapped him. The Giant stood bolt upright with an expression of surprise and outrage. Mary yelled at him, “What do you think you are doing?” “I can assure you that I am not a man and I am not English,” she said with indignation. The Giant eyed her suspiciously but said “I am sorry, I must have been mistaken.” He left the room slowly, sniffing suspiciously as he backed his way out.
The blood had been rushing to Jack’s head throughout this exchange and now he had two heads ready to explode. Mary dropped onto the bed and Jack’s eyes bulged when she hit the bed. She laid back and finally relaxed her muscles. Jack took in a huge breath and let it go with great relief. But now his other head needed immediate relief as well. He withdrew further in Mary’s cavern of delight. He cupped his hand and gathered some moisture from the wall and slathered it on his manhood like he was trying to put out a fire. It only took a few strokes before he released his milky white ooze into the darkness. The release was so intense he almost passed out. He was so proud and pleased with himself that he referred to it as “Jacking off.” You always wondered where that expression came from, didn’t you?
Mary was wondering what Jack was up to. She began probing for him and pulled him out. He hung there limp, in more ways than one, with a smile on his face. She looked at him and immediately knew what happened. She said, “Well, I guess I know what you have been doing. You aren’t getting off that easily. You are going to finish what you started, or else.” She put Jack back where she had originally found him, seated in her pretty portal, with his face against her clit.
Now that he was no longer afraid of waking her, he really went to work. Because of the difference in size, he didn’t have to worry about being too physical. Not only did he massage her, he could also punch her and use chopping type blows on her pleasure pearl. In fact, the more aggressive he was the more she liked it. She was beginning to moan and move her pelvis around. He was finding it hard to stay in position so he grabbed her inner lips with both hands and held on for dear life. He still remembered her last words “Or else,” so he used his head for once, both literally and figuratively. He began head butting her clit. Apparently she really liked it. She soon reached orgasm and she squirted. For Jack it was like being struck by a fire hose. He dangled there almost drowning and choking for breath.
Mary reached down and tenderly removed him. He lay there in her palm totally spent. She stroked him from head to toe like a little girl playing with a doll. She played with his penis and giggled. Jack was embarrassed but lacked the strength to protest, so he just laid there. She lifted him up and sat him down between her breasts. His back was to one breast and his legs were spread around the other. It was so comfortable he fell asleep immediately.
She let him sleep there for a little while but realized, that if he was to escape, he had better leave while it was still dark. She woke him up and asked him where his clothes were. He said, “Maybe I should clean up first.” Mary said, “No, it is better to hide your English scent.” So he pointed the clothes out down between her legs, and she lifted him and placed him where indicated. As he walked over to pick up his clothes, he stepped on the wet spot left by Mary earlier and he fell on his ass. Mary giggled and watched as he dressed. When he was done Mary said, “I have something for you.”Mary picked him up and carried him into the great hall. From the top of the fireplace she removed a Singing Harp. She handed him the harp and carried him out to where the giant plant stood. She placed him down and said, “You come back again, but be really careful.” Jack nodded his agreement and started his climb down.
Jack spent the rest of the night climbing down the beanstalk. He fell the last six feet and laid there sprawled out in the dirt. He lay there a while and then half crawled into his room. He managed to take the harp off of his back but he could not lift himself into his bed. He slept on the floor until daylight when his mother entered his room. “You lazy lout, get up off the floor,” she said. Jack struggled up off the floor and sat on the edge of his bed. “Have you been drinking?” she asked. She sniffed the air and said “what is that odor? ” Jack thought he had better interrupt before she finished that thought, “Mother, look what I got!” and pointed to the harp. The diversion worked, she picked up the Singing Harp and knew that she was now rich. She ran off to show her friends her good fortune. Jack fell back in bed and slept.
He slept through to the next morning. He finally had a chance to clean up. After doing so, he thought he had better do his morning chores. When he walked out the front door, he was greeted by a rousing “Hooray!” News of his good fortune had spread like a wildfire. The entire village had come out to greet him and hear his story. He couldn’t tell the truth with his mother there so he told the story that has now become so familiar.
Even though the villagers were frightened to death of the giant, Jack knew it was only a matter of time before someone would find the courage to climb the beanstalk. This time he went to town and got equipment that would make the climb up and down easier, as well as a proper sack to carry what he hoped would be valuable booty. He bought a large piece of silk and hired eight women to embroider it. He picked it up later that night and packed it in his sack. Early the next morning he started his climb.
Jack arrived late in the afternoon. He spotted Mary working in the garden and carefully approached her. When he got close enough, he picked up a rock and bounced it off one of her toes. Mary looked down and spotted Jack. She picked him up and slipped him into her blouse between her breasts. It made for a very interesting ride. It was kind of like riding on a bad road while being held between two large bags filled with pudding. It was all Jack could do to keep from giggling. Mary whispered to him, “I was beginning to wonder if you were coming back.” Jack replied, “I will come back as long as I can climb the beanstalk.”
She had intended to carry Jack straight to her room but the Giant was just inside the front door. “Where is my dinner?” he bellowed. So Mary began preparing dinner. As she worked, the Giant began to sniff. “Fe Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman,” he cried. He began searching the room and he approached Mary. While squinting with one eye she said “We aren’t going to go through that again, are we?” The Giant was hungry so he thought better of it and sat down to wait for his supper. When it was ready Mary put it in front of him and left with her little package for her room.
In her room she carefully lifted Jack, opened a drawer and placed Jack down in her underwear. Jack snuggled down in her dainties. Mary closed the drawer and Jack decided to take a nap. Later that evening, Jack woke up when Mary opened the drawer. She placed Jack on her night stand and began to undress. Jack watched with fascination as she freed from captivity those parts that he knew so well. It was now Jack’s turn. She bent forward and watched Jack carefully as he removed his clothes. She blew at him playfully while he removed his pants and he almost fell over. When he had finished undressing, Mary picked him up and started licking him from head to toe. Jack resisted like a child trying to avoid an affectionate dog. Mary giggled at his protestations. It was fun having a man in the palm of her hands. She began rolling one of her nipples between her fingers. Jack watched and wished he could be of help in this task.
Mary looked Jack in the eye and said, “You know what to do.” Jack nodded in assent. Jack went rigid and placed him in between her vertical lips. She started sliding him up and down over her clit. As she did this, she slowly rotated Jack so every part of his body was rubbed across her growing sphere of lust. Each time his face went by Jack stuck out his tongue to make sure he got a good taste. Mary decided it was time for some penetration. This time she stuck him in head first. Jack started squirming but this only further stimulated Mary. She was approaching her first orgasm but Jack was finding it hard to breathe because he had been in so long. He started flailing his arms in order to get her attention. She didn’t understand what he was doing but luckily it was what she needed to hit a climax. Her muscles clenched around Jack and she pushed him in and out a few more times and then relaxed. She pulled him out and sat him down at the top of her vulva with his feet dangling down. Jack looked over his shoulder and saw the look of satisfaction on Mary’s face. Although it had been a scary experience, that look was one he wanted to see on her face often. Pleased with himself, he began swinging his legs back and forth like someone would over the side of a bridge. Each time he swung them he bumped Mary’s clit. It was perfect timing and Mary started moaning in approval. Hanging onto Mary’s pubic hair for balance he kept up a steady rhythm. She started thrusting her pelvis so Jack held on harder. The truth be told the pain from the pulling of her hair was only increasing the pleasure and her excitement. This orgasm was more intense than the last and a shudder of pleasure passed through her body. Jack was grinning from ear to ear.
Mary was not done yet. She picked up Jack and rolled over. She got up on her knees and buried her face in her pillow. She stuck Jack feet first in her pleasure pit up to his armpits. Jack watched in fascination as she began to masturbate. It was somewhat unnerving watching that large hand move so quickly from so close but exciting as well. Mary called to Jack saying “Kick Jack, kick.” Jack did as he was told. He was drenched in her juices and his erection was getting uncomfortable lying on his stomach. He rolled over and began kicking like a young one throwing a tantrum. It was perfect timing. He was hitting her g-spot just right when she hit her climax. Her muscles spasms shot Jack through the air and he landed on the bed in a heap. Mary collapsed on the bed quivering.
Jack walked around her and up to her face. Jack was beaming with pride and Mary smiled weakly noting Jack’s proud erection. She placed a hand behind Jack and urged him forward until his family pride was at her lips. She began sucking and licking him very gently. From Jack’s perspective it felt like she was going to pull him apart. Nevertheless, it was the most intense sensation imaginable. The pleasure and the sense of imminent danger combined to give him the greatest orgasm of his life. He thought he was going to shoot his balls right out of his penis. He fell back spent. Mary said, “Now you know how I feel.” Jack climbed on the pillow and fell asleep looking at his Mary.
They woke up before dawn but the Giant would be up soon, so they dressed hurriedly. Mary took him to the great hall again and gave Jack the Goose that Laid the Golden Egg. Jack opened his bag and gave Mary a gift. She spread the cloth and saw it was a large silk handkerchief with “Mary” embroidered on it in letters nearly as tall as Jack. She carried Jack out to the beanstalk and set him down. As they were about to say their goodbyes, the Giant came out of the castle and began rushing toward them. Jack could never beat him to the ground. Quickly, Mary took the handkerchief and tied several strands of her hair to each corner of the handkerchief . She then tied the other ends to Jack and dropped him. The handkerchief slowed his fall just enough. The rest of the story you know. Except, each night as the sun went down, Jack would look up and blow a kiss to his Mary and Mary would look down wistfully and wave to her little Jack.
