Futa Jill & the Beanstalk Collection

by Reed James

  Futa Jill & the Beanstalk Collection

  (Three Fairy Tales of The World of Futas)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2017 by Reed James

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  Table of Contents

  Futa Jill & the Beanstalk Collection

  Naughty Excerpt from “Futa Jill & the Beanstalk Collection”

  Other Futa Fairy Tales

  Futas' Naughty Trade

  Futas' Naughty Trade

  Futa-Giant's Sultry Treasure

  Futa-Giant's Sultry Treasure

  Jill & the Futa-Giantess

  Jill & the Futa-Giantess

  Naughty Excerpt from “Futa Jill & the Beanstalk Collection”

  But nothing would stop Jill. Undaunted, she had her eyes fixed on the entrance into the castle keep. Those doors, too, were open and inviting. Her little feet padded across the stones. She leaped over and over, her excitement rising and rising.

  And then she heard it. A beautiful music with all the cascading beauty of a harp played by the most skilled minstrel. Chords washed out of the castle, full of such bursting beauty. Jill's heart beat faster and faster, entranced by the music.

  It beckoned her.

  She reached the threshold, scaled over it, and entered the keep. She expected to find hallways leading in different directions, stairs leading to higher levels, but it was all open. It was a massive room, a kitchen on the far end, a bedroom to the right, a large pool of steaming water to the left. There were shelves covered in books taller than Jill's house. There were statues and paintings all of immense size. Too big for Jill to steal.

  The music grew louder, leading Jill towards the bedroom. She spotted the top of a gold birdcage on the nightstand by the futa-giantess's immense bed. Jill padded to it, the bed's wooden frame looming over her. Hidden beneath the bed were dust bunnies as big as Jill.

  The music grew more excited. It was calling to Jill. The cascade of notes more complicated. She had never heard anything so wonderful, so beautiful in her life. She reached the nightstand, looking up at it rising so far above her. It rested on a single leg, a thick column with a wide base to support the table's weight.

  “Can't climb that,” Jill decided. It would just lead to the bottom of the table and she would never reach the edge.

  So Jill turned her attention to the bed. The futa-giantess's sheets had spilled down to the floor. The fibers that wove it looked like thick ropes to Jill. She raced to it and scaled the bed with ease, making good time up the sheets. She could smell the futa-giantess's spicy musk along with the unmistakable, salty tang of cum.

  Her dick throbbed harder.

  She gained the bed and turned. The edge of the nightstand was close to the edge of the bed. She stared at the golden cage, expecting to see a magical harp playing itself. Instead, the music came from two naked women in the cage, resting on straw. Each was the same size as Jill. They stared at the futa as they sang, hands reaching through the cage, beseeching for her help. Each was beautiful but different.

  And each had a pair of graceful wings, like those of a swan, thrusting from their backs.

  One was white-winged and blonde, her body slim, her breasts small cones. The other was busty and raven-haired, her wings a matching black. She had a sultry face while the blonde's was more innocent, almost waifish.

  “We felt the beanstalk grow,” the blonde said, her voice musical, beautiful. Her eyes were such a deep sapphire.

  “You have cum to save us,” the sultry tones of the black-winged woman purred, her voice equally musical. Her eyes were the passion of rubies.

  “Save you?” Jill said, her dick hardening at the sight of their nubile bodies. She leaped from the bed to the nightstand, landing on the wood.

  “From our cage and the futa-giantess,” the white-winged woman spoke. “I am Aliara.”

  “And I am Zoaria,” the other spoke, rising, pressing her round breasts through the slender bars of the cage. The bars were pressed too close for either winged woman to slip out of or for Jill to slip into. Zoaria cupped her breasts through the bars. “We can please you.”

  “We can be your wives and give you all you desire,” Aliara added, her slender body also rising. Her nipples were a soft pink. “If you free us.”

  Jill groaned as she stared at Aliara's pussy. There was no hair adorning her tight slit. Zoaria's pussy was equally bare. It made Jill's dick throb as she approached the cage. She swallowed, her lusts burning to explode out of her.

  They were both so beautiful, Jill's age, eighteen and nubile. They had such a look of innocence and seduction about them. Their wings flapped as the futa stopped before them. She reached out, cupping Zoaria's breasts through the bars, squeezing them, bringing a tinkling sigh from the black-winged woman.

  “You'll...do anything?” Jill said, her dick throbbing hard.

  “You have come to rescue us,” sang Aliara. “We shall love you always. The peddler chose you. You must be the one to save us.”

  “To love us,” moaned Zoaria as Jill squeezed both her breasts. They weren't as soft as her step-mother's, firmer but still so wonderful. She tweaked Zoaria's nipple, bringing a gasp from the beauty.

  “To be our futa-wife,” Aliara said, stroking her nubile body, her sapphire eyes so wide.

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Other Futa Fairy Tales

  The New Futa Neighbors Collection

  Preacher's Futa Wife Collection

  Naughty Futa Surfer Collection

  Futa Boot Camp Collection

  FuTech's Naughty Research Collection

  Futa Teacher's Lessons Collection

  Futa Reporter's Intern Collection

  Futas' Naughty Trade

  Futa Jill & the Beanstalk 1

  (A Fairy Tale of The World of Futas)

  by

  Reed James

  Futas' Naughty Trade

  Jill Spriggins awoke to the hot, wet silk of a woman's pussy sliding up and down her futa-cock. The eighteen-year-old futa let out a low groan, the feel of the cunt working on her cock dragging her out of her dreams of beautiful maidens and unbelievable wealth. Her eyes fluttered up, staring at the large, pillowy tits of her step-mother bouncing over her, the older woman groaning, eyes rolling back in her head as she savored Jill's hard girth.

  “Oh, yes, that's a cock,” Jill's step-mom moaned. “Mmm, yes, Mommy loves her sexy futa-daughter's big dick in her. Oh, yes, churn Mommy's pussy. Oh, yes!”

  “Morning,” Jill groaned, pleasure racing through her as her cock throbbed in the silky depths of her mother's pussy.

  Jill still found it embarrassing and weir
d that her step-mom loved her cock. The woman, still beautiful and mature, was obsessed with the futa's young cock. Since Jill's futa-mom passed on a year ago and her eighteenth birthday a month later, her step-mom had been after her dick night and day, praising it's youthful virility and passion.

  “Oh, this is a cock to make the maidens sing,” her mom had moaned the first time she woke up Jill this way, sliding that tight pussy up and down her girth. “Ooh, yes, Mommy raised a futa-daughter with a huge cock. Better than your futa-mother's, Goddess rest her soul.”

  Jill hadn't lasted long that first time.

  It was so wrong for them to have sex. Forbidden. They weren't related by blood, but Jill had no memory of her real mother, who died in childbirth. Her futa-mother had remarried by Jill's second birthday. To the futa, Margie was her real mother. The woman she turned to when she was hurt, who had soothed her tears and kissed her scrapes.

  And now who fucked her cock with a hot, wet pussy.

  “Mmm, yes, such virility in this cock,” her mother cooed, hands sliding up Jill's body to cup her round breasts. The futa groaned, her mother's fingers digging into her flesh, thumbs sweeping across hard nipples. The pleasure tingled through Jill's body down to her wet pussy and cock buried in hot, tight twat. “So big. Biggest cock your sweet Mommy has ever had. Oh, yes, I waited for this cock. Ooh, I love it.”

  “Mom,” Jill groaned, the pleasure rippling through her body. Despite how much the futa knew it was wrong, how the local priestess would condemn them for their sin of fornication, Jill couldn't help but reach out and grasp those pillowy breasts dangling over her face.

  She squeezed them, fingers sinking into their pillowy softness. They were so wonderful. Before their relationship started, Jill had jerked her cock and fingered her pussy many times to her mother's bosom, always on display in her low-cut dresses.

  Her fingers found her mother's nipples, pinching and rolling them, groaning as her mother's pussy clenched on her cock. The friction burned hotter and hotter. Her mother rode her faster and faster, hips swaying, swirling her futa-dick through the hot, silky sheath, eager for the spurt of salty seed.

  “Mmm, yes, Mommy loves her futa-daughter's big, thick cock sliding through her hungry pussy. Oh, yes, what a dick. My futa-daughter has the best dick in the county!”

  “And my mom has the best pussy in the county,” groaned Jill, unable to help herself, lost to the taboo pleasures. There was no room for guilt with her step-mother's amazing pussy sliding up and down her girl-cock, making her own pussy clench and ache, her toes curling.

  Her mother pinched her nipples, stretching out her tits, making Jill whimper. “Mmm, and what would you know? Fucking any girls behind your dear, sweet Mother's back?”

  “Of course not, Mom,” gasped Jill.

  Her pussy clenched down hard on Jill's dick. “Because this cock belongs only to Mommy, isn't that right, my dear, sweet futa-daughter?” Her fingers pulled harder on Jill's nipple. “Right?”

  “Yes, Mom,” groaned Jill, the pain adding to the pleasure. It was so humiliating to say those words, and that made her pussy perversely clench and the pleasure to build in the depths of her body. “My cock's all yours. Oh, yes. Oh, wow, Mom.”

  “Are you going to cum?” The older woman's voice became a sultry purr. She released Jill's nipple, leaning over more. Her swinging breasts brushed the tops of Jill's tits, their nipples kissing. Her mother's nipples were fat and dark-red, twice the size of Jill's pink nubs.

  “I'm getting close, Mom.”

  “Good,” she purred, her black hair spilling about her face. “Cum in Mommy's pussy. She needs it. She loves feeling her futa-daughter's seed splashing in her depths. Yes, yes, yes, flood me. Be a good futa and give me so much jizz.”

  “Yes, Mom,” groaned Jill, her pussy clenching hard. The pressure built, the tip of her dick aching.

  The soft, wet slide of her mother's pussy massaged her girl-cock. Sensations shot down her shaft to her depths. She shifted, her ovaries bubbling with cum. Her body was ready to explode and give her mother just what she needed. Jill's hands grabbed her mother's ass, holding the flexing butt-cheeks as she stared into her mother's eyes.

  “Give it to me,” moaned her mother. “I need it. Oh, you cum so much. You're cock is so much better than your futa-mother's!”

  “Yes,” Jill groaned, enjoying this perverse comparison. Her hips thrust up, meeting her mother's downward slam. Her cock buried into her mother's taboo depths. With a groan, her cum spurted out of her dick. Hot blasts of jizz shot out into her mother's pussy, bathing her with hot, salty futa-jizz.

  “Oh, my goddess, yes,” howled her mother, her pussy spasming about Jill's thick girl-cock. “Give it to me! Oh, you sweet futa-daughter!”

  Hot lips claimed Jill's mouth. She moaned into her mother's kiss as her cum boiled into taboo pussy. Over and over, her dick erupted, spurting into her mother's depths. Her pussy clenched and convulsed, sending waves of bliss through her body, joining the strong blasts of cum that shot from her dick. She groaned, shivered, loving the two different pleasures shooting through her body.

  And crashing into her mind.

  Her tongue jammed into her mother's mouth. Her hands clenched on her mother's ass. She savored the massaging pussy milking her dick. Her mother's big tits rubbed on her round breasts. Nipples kissed. Her body drank in every sensation.

  It was amazing. Forbidden, taboo pleasure. She had fucked her mother again and loved it.

  Her step-mother broke the kiss, her pale face flushed and sweaty. She rested her forehead on Jill's, dark eyes burning. “Oh, you fired so much of your futa-seed into me. Mmm, you must be very hungry for your creamy breakfast.”

  Jill flushed as her step-mother rose for the next part of their morning ritual. Her mother clamped a hand over her pussy as it popped off Jill's throbbing girl-dick. A huge smile crossed her mother's lips as she moved up Jill's body, navigating her black-furred cunt to the futa's mouth. She pulled her hand away, giving Jill a brief glimpse of a pussy gaping open from her big cock.

  Then her mother planted her pussy on Jill's lips and salty cum mixed with tart cunt cream poured into the futa's mouth. She groaned, her cheeks flushing with shame for enjoying the taste of her own seed mixed in her mother's pussy.

  “Oh, yes, just lick it all out,” groaned her mother. “Mmm, you love doing this so much more than your futa-mother. She always complained about licking me clean. But you made the mess, so you have to clean it up.” A shiver ran through the older woman as the futa's tongue slid through her folds. “Oh, yes, clean up that mess from Mommy's pussy.”

  Jill licked and lapped at her mother's snatch. She dug her tongue through the thick folds, the silky pubic hair caressing and tickling her lips. It sent a wild shudder through the futa as she nuzzled and devoured the forbidden flesh. Her tongue dived in so deep, licking up every drop of her cum she could find.

  Pussy cream ran down her cheeks and chin, soaking her face. Her hands grabbed her mother's ass, holding her tight as she licked and devoured. Her salty cum tasted so good especially mixed with her mother's juices.

  It was so wrong, so sinful in so many ways.

  Her dick grew hard despite just cumming.

  She grasped her dick, stroking it with her right hand as she kept devouring her mother. The older woman wiggled and squirmed on Jill's face, grinding her hot pussy. The futa found her mother's clit, sucking on it.

  “Oh, yes, you are such a good pussy licker. Oh, Mommy raised her futa-daughter right. Oh, I love you. Oh, yes. You're going to be all mine. You'll keep me happy, won't you? You'll love your mother.”

  “Yes, Mom,” moaned Jill, jerking her dick faster, her hand sliding up the shaft lubed by her step-mother's pussy juices. Her cock throbbed every time her palm reached the crown, massaging the most sensitive part.

  She rubbed her thighs together, her pussy so juicy. Her folds pressed around the base of her hard cock as she jerked faster and faster, another orgasm brewing in her ova
ries while her tongue swirled around her mother's clit.

  Her mother's moans grew louder and louder. The older woman ground faster and faster, her climax building. That excited Jill. Her hand flew faster and faster on her cock. Her legs twitching, her hips thrusting up and fucking the air. She latched onto her mother's clit, sucking hard.

  “You sweet futa-daughter,” moaned her mother. “Oh, yes. Oh, that's sooooo good. Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

  Hot pussy cream flooded Jill's mouth. She groaned, gulping it down, her dick throbbing, aching. She was on the verge of cumming. She just needed a few more strokes. Above, her mother's pillowy tits bounced and jiggled as she swayed, her pleasure coursing through her body.

  “Such a good futa-daughter,” she howled, running her hands through her black hair. “So dutiful. Mmm, Mommy loves her futa-daughter's tongue so much. Such a good futa.”

  Jill came.

  She groaned into her mother's pussy as her cum fountained into the air. It rained down on her body. She bucked and shuddered, her vision fuzzing black from the strength of her orgasm. Her body spasmed on her hay-stuffed mattress.

  And then it passed and she panted.

  Her step-mother climbed off, breathing heavily. “Mmm, but we can't lay in bed. There are chores to be done. Come on, you lazy futa.”

  “Yes, Mom,” groaned Jill, her body buzzing with pleasure. She ran her fingers through the white cum pooling on her stomach. Then she brought it to her lips, loving the salty taste.

  Jill pulled on a gray dress over her tall frame and round breasts, her black hair falling in a tumultuous mess. She combed it out, trying to tame her curls, then tied it behind her head in a loose tail that fell down her back. Her brown, woolen socks had been darned many times nothing remained of the originals, and her leather boots had worn soles in badly need of a cobbler's attention.

  Their farm was poor and struggling. The turnip crop wasn't doing well and money was tight. If they didn't have a good harvest, they wouldn't be able to pay their landlady their rent. Then they would lose the farm. Jill hurried through her chores, feeding the chickens, collecting the few eggs they laid, adding fresh feed for the bony nag who pulled their plow and wagon.