Futa Jill & the Beanstalk Collection

by Reed James

  She practically ran the entire way home, futa-cum dribbling down her thighs the entire way. That felt so naughty to Jill. She had let a futa fuck her. Her cock tingled as it bounced beneath her skirt. The entire front of her dress was soaked by her pearly jizz, slowly drying and growing stiffer as she ran.

  It near sunset when Jill returned, bursting with excitement. “Mom!” she shouted as she ran through the yard. “Mom, where are you?”

  The farmhouse's front door opened. It creaked, the hinges old and rusting, the door sagging, not fitting square in the jamb any longer. Her step-mother stepped out, hand on her hips, large tits jiggling in her dress.

  “How much silver did the butcher offer for the old thing?” she asked.

  “I got something better,” Jill said. “Magic beans.”

  “Magic...beans...” Her step-mother spoke the words slowly. “You got...magic beans?” She shoved a finger into her ear, twisting it back and forth. “Did I hear that correctly?”

  “From this futa-peddler from Ireland,” Jill added. “I think she was a fairy or a leprechaun.”

  “An Irish peddler traded you magic beans for our cow?” The words were frosty.

  Jill swallowed, her cum-filled pussy clenching on the beans. “Well, yeah, Mom. They're magical. I'll plant them and tomorrow they'll fix all our problems. They'll give us gold. We can—”

  Crack!

  The slap snapped Jill's head around. She stepped back, her right cheek throbbing. Her step-mother's face turned thunderous as she unleashed a storm on Jill. “You let a sneak thief ragamuffin from Ireland trick you into giving away our cow for a few worthless beans?”

  “Not worthless,” Jill protested. “I felt the magic.”

  “The Irish are all tricksters and thieves. No goddess-fearing futa or woman among them. They're a pox. I thought you had good sense, Jill. You're English. The futa-queen defend your stupidity. Peddler's probably already sold the cow to the butcher and got our silver.”

  “But...the beans. When you see them, you'll see.”

  “Well, where are they?”

  “In my pussy...” Jill said, blushing. “They had to be fertilized...by the futa... But I felt the magic when I came.”

  “Fertilized...” Her step-mother shook her head. “You let the Irish trickster fuck you? Lady in Heaven, how thick are you, Jill. So she got our cow and got a fuck off you! If you're gonna whore your body, then least get paid in silver!”

  Then Jill's step-mother ripped up her skirt and shoved her hands between her thighs. She shivered as her mother's fingers shoved into her cum-filled pussy and snag the three beans out of her depths. Her mother ripped them out, holding them in her hands. They were smeared in white jizz, the green peeking out in spots.

  “Look like regular beans to me.” She shook her head, looking up at the heavens. “Why'd you saddle me with such a useless futa-step-daughter?”

  “I...” Tears bubbled in Jill's eyes. “I was certain they were real. I felt the magic, Mom, I swear it. When I came, they burst with power. It radiated through me. I promise you, let's just plant them and in the morning—”

  “Bah!” Her mother threw the beans. They tumbled through the air, drops of cum dancing with them, and landed in the farmyard. “Let the chickens eat them. Least they can get a bite out of them.” Then she seized Jill by the ear. “And you... I thought you had sense. I see I've been lax in my duty to teach you practicality. You're an adult now, Jill. Not a child daydreaming nonsense!”

  Jill's stomach twisted in shame, fear, and excitement. “No, not the paddle, Mom.”

  “You've been a bad futa.” A throaty catch entered her mother's voice. “It's my duty to spank you.”

  Jill didn't fight as she was led inside. Her dick ached and throbbed beneath her skirt. She hated being spanked...and loved it. There was something...sexual about it now that she and her mother were lovers. Something intimate. In moments, she was naked and bent over their rickety table by the hearth, tonights' dinner of turnip stew bubbling away.

  Her mother moved deftly, grabbing the hemp rope and tying down Jill's arms. “Don't want you wiggling away,” she said, as always, something naughty in her eyes. “And can't forget your ankles.”

  Jill's nipples throbbed on the rough wood of the table as her legs were pulled part, ankles secured to the legs. Her pussy gaped open, more cum leaking down her thighs. The futa-peddler had shot so much in her.

  They have to be real. I felt the magic.

  Then her mother stripped naked, her large tits bouncing, her shapely ass rolling. The sight hardened Jill's cock more. Her pussy clenched. She wasn't just wet from the futa-cum leaking out of her as she watched her step-mother grab the paddle.

  It was wide, made of oak, and polished smooth. It glinted in the firelight as her mother hefted it, a naughty smile on her lips. She rubbed her left hand through the dark curls of her pussy as she walked back to the table.

  “Now you've been so bad,” moaned her mother. “Mommy's futa-daughter is just a wicked thing.”

  “I'm sorry, Mom.”

  The paddle swished through the air. Jill tensed.

  CRACK!

  Pain exploded through her ass. The fire shot straight to her pussy and throbbed her dick. Jill didn't understand why the pain excited her. Why the ropes trapping her in place made her feel at once both helpless and aroused. She couldn't avoid the smacks. She could only endure them.

  Enjoy them.

  CRACK!

  Her right butt-cheek throbbed this time, the pain bleeding into pleasure by the time it reached her pussy. She groaned, her voice throaty with agony and ecstasy. Her dick ached so badly. Her pussy juices and the futa's cum dribbling down her shaft to mix with her precum.

  “Oh, yes, you've been such a naughty futa,” purred her mother.

  CRACK!

  “And I have to make your ass all red to punish you.”

  CRACK!

  “Mommy hates hurting you!”

  CRACK!

  “But she loves you so much. She needs you to be a good futa!”

  “I will,” groaned Jill, bucking, fighting her restraints, hemp biting into wrist and ankles, her ass nothing but burning fire. Her pussy clenched so hard, aching to be touched. Her dick swayed beneath her, dripping a mix of juices from the tip. She shivered, tears in her eyes from the agony throbbing on her ass. “I'll be good, Mom.”

  CRACK!

  “Mommy's so happy that you understand,” she purred, reaching out and touching Jill's burning hands with wet fingers. “It makes Mommy so excited that you want to please her.”

  “I do, Mommy,” Jill groaned. “I just want to make you happy. To give you a better life. It's why I bought the beans!”

  “Such a foolish futa-daughter.”

  CRACK!

  Jill bucked hard, her pussy clenching. She was so close to cumming. The pain was twisting in rapture in her core. They were so closely linked. She couldn't believe it. She groaned, aching for the next fall.

  But it didn't come.

  Instead, she heard the familiar sound of leather sliding against leather, of straps being cinched tight.

  Her step-mother had donned her polished strap-on dildo, the fake cock made of a dark wood polished to a glossy surface. Jill's pussy clenched. Her punishments always ended this way, fucked from behind, helpless to stop her mom, and savoring every thrust of the dildo into her pussy's depths. She had lost her cherry to that wooden cock.

  The smooth tip rubbed on Jill's hot flesh. “Mmm, but you've been so bad. Mommy doesn't know if she should fuck your pussy.”

  “Please, Mom,” Jill groaned. “I'm so sorry.”

  The dildo pressed into Jill's folds. She groaned in relief. She didn't need much to cum. The dildo filled her depths, almost as big as the futa-peddler's real cock. Jill's back arched, her nipples rasping on the table, ropes burning her wrists and ankles.

  “I don't know,” her mother said. “Do you deserve to be fucked?”

  “Please, Mom. Fuck me.
I need it.”

  “Oh, you are a wicked futa-daughter. But I think you need a different reward.”

  Jill groaned as her mother pulled the dildo out. She felt so empty and then... Her eyes widened. The wet dildo pressed between her butt-cheeks, rubbing on her asshole. Jill groaned as her virgin ass was buggered by her mother's dildo.

  She groaned as the slick, smooth dildo pressed into her bowels. A new, burning friction raced through Jill's body, reaching the tip of her throbbing cock. She gasped, clenching her bowels on her mother's fake cock.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” her mother purred. “This is the hole that needs pleasuring. You're such a depraved futa now. Letting another futa fuck your pussy... Tut, tut. Now Mommy has to fuck your asshole. Mommy has to sodomize her futa-daughter's cute sphincter.”

  “Yes, Mommy,” groaned Jill as her mother drew back.

  And then thrust in again.

  The pleasure was incredible. The feel of her mother pounding her asshole sent shivers through Jill's body. And then pain flared, her mother's groin smacking into her asshole every time she buried into the futa's depths. The mix of sharp agony and burning pleasure rippled through Jill.

  The ropes creaked and the table rocked as her step-mother fucked her hard. The dildo slammed so deep into Jill's asshole. She grunted every time her mother buried the fake cock into her asshole and groin smacked her butt.

  “Oh, Mommy, yes,” moaned Jill. “Bugger me. Oh, you're such a wonderful mother.”

  “And you're such a sweet futa-daughter, even if you can be as foolish as a virgin in a brothel.”

  Jill's dick throbbed every time her mother buried into her bowels. The tip ached. Her ovaries boiled. She came closer and closer to cumming. Sparks danced before her eyes. The pleasure and agony swirled through her body. She couldn't tell where one began and the other ended.

  They were the same. They were wonderful. Her body buzzed with excitement. She moaned and gasped. Her bowels clenched on the thick, smooth dildo. Her pussy leaked juices down her thighs and cock. Her dick bobbed and ached, coming closer and closer to erupting.

  Jill fought against her restraints. She was so helpless. She wanted to move, to touch herself, but couldn't. It only increased her excitement. She bucked back into her mother's thrusts, the table rocking more and more.

  And her mother fucked her harder and harder.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed. “Oh, you naughty futa-daughter. Take my cock in your tight ass. Oh, yes. I...I... Yes!”

  Jill's mother came from the sheer joy of fucking her asshole. She shuddered, her mother's strokes so hard and erratic. She trembled, loving the joy sounding from her mother's voice. Forbidden, taboo joy that Jill's body provided.

  “Mommy!” Jill moaned and came.

  Her dick erupted. Her body bucked, pulling at her ropes. The hemp bit into her wrist and ankles. More pain flared, joining the pleasure shooting through her body. Cum splattered the floor. Pussy juices gushed down her thighs.

  Rapture and agony. Ecstasy and pain.

  Jill loved it. She savored it. She moaned and gasped and groaned as her nipples rubbed on the rough table. Her mother slammed in a final time into her bowels, giving Jill one final ripple of delight through her body.

  And then it passed.

  Jill's punishment was over.

  As she slept after their poor fare of turnip stew and her mother riding her cock one last time, Jill dreamed a great, huge beanstalk sprouted from their farmyard. The earth groaned as the stalk grew wider and wider, reaching higher and higher for the clouds above. The dream wouldn't let her go. She rose with the giant beanstalk, bursting through the clouds, and witnessing a large castle built upon fluffy plains. And from it, she heard the most beautiful harp playing with golden light reflected out the windows.

  When she woke up, it was still dark in the farmhouse. Her dick was hard with the need to pee. She rose out of her bed, her bare feet padding on the cold, wooden floor. Her dream stayed with her. She trembled as she walked to the door.

  They were magic beans. They had to be.

  Jill opened her door and gasped. Even in the dark of predawn, she could see the massive beanstalk growing before her. She looked up and up and knew that all their problems were over. She just had to have the courage to climb the beanstalk.

  Just like the peddler had said.

  To be continued...

  Futa-Giant's Sultry Treasure

  Futa Jill & the Beanstalk 2

  (A Fairy Tale of The World of Futas)

  by

  Reed James

  Futa-Giant's Sultry Treasure

  Jill Spriggins blinked at the sight of the giant beanstalk growing out of the dirt before her farmhouse. The eighteen-year-old futa shivered, her need to urinate forgotten in the predawn gloom as she stared up at the green beanstalk rising higher and higher, reaching for the dark clouds hiding the stars above. It was massive, its stalk made up of three smaller—a relative term since each smaller vine was as thick as a wagon—vines entwined together, like a cable braided from thinner ropes. It was as wide as their barn and thicker than any tree trunk Jill could imagine. Broad leafs sprouted periodically, thrusting from the stalk.

  “They worked,” Jill said, a huge grin crossing her face, her pussy clenching beneath her cock as she remembered the events of yesterday. A triumphant laugh shot through her. “They worked! I knew they were magical!”

  Just like the futa-peddler had said. Jill could remember the Irish futa clearly, wearing a dress made of patches, each one a different hue or pattern. The beautiful and vivacious futa had appeared out of thin air and vanished just as quickly, trading Jill's old, dried-up dairy cow in exchange for three magical beans.

  Beans that had to be fertilized in Jill's pussy.

  Excitement throbbed through her body at the memory of that delight. Her pussy clenched, juices trickling out, matting the black fur covering her sexes. Her cock hardened before her, thrusting from the folds of her snatch, aching with more than the need to piss. The futa-peddler had pressed the beans deep into Jill's cunt and then fucked her hard.

  It had been Jill's first time experiencing another futa's cock. She knew it was a sin, just as her sexual relationship with her step-mother was a sin. But Jill couldn't help it. She had cum so hard, so much, when the beans were fertilized, her pussy spasming on the peddler's huge cock. She remembered the hot rush of futa-cum spurting into her depths.

  And how the beans had burst with magical energy.

  “I knew it!” she whooped. Her round breasts jiggled as she jumped into the air, spinning around with her excitement, her loose, black hair dancing about her slim shoulders. “I knew it! Mom!”

  Jill lived with her step-mother. A year ago, her futa-mother had passed and then on the night of her eighteenth birthday not long after, Jill had been awakened to her step-mother riding her cock, using her for taboo pleasure. Her mother moaned how she had “raised such a wonderful futa-daughter with a huge cock to satiate Mommy's pussy” and how Jill's cock was “so much better than your futa-mother's.”

  Jill knew their relationship was sinful, but it was hard to deny her step-mother's domination. She had grown up submitting to Margie Spriggins as she ran the farm. Jill even let her step-mother punish her even though she was the futa of the house now. Her ass still burned from her spanking last night, her bowels aching from her step-mother's dildo fucking her asshole.

  Jill had cum so hard having her asshole buggered for the first time.

  “This is it, Mom!” Jill shouted, so eager. The peddler had promised the beans would hold the solutions to her and her step-mother's financial woes. Their turnip crop was damaged by heavy rains. They would probably be evicted by their landlady when they failed to harvest enough to cover their rent. “It worked!”

  Here was the solution. At the top of this beanstalk. Jill just had to have the courage to climb it. And she did.

  “What is all the commotion,” grumbled her step-mother, stepping out naked, her large tits boun
cing, her black hair spilling in a mess about her shoulders. She was a beautiful woman, mature and curvy, her figure never ruined by childbirth like so many other of the women in the county. “I have half-a-mind to redden your ass again, Jill, and... Holy Mother of Goddess!”

  “I know, Mom,” Jill grinned, stroking her dick at the sheer excitement of what lay before them. The possibilities the beanstalk represented would save their farm. Jill couldn't wait to climb it and find the wealth. The tip of her dick throbbed, her stroking palm smearing the leaking precum about her cock's crown. Pleasure shuddered down her shaft to her pussy. “I told you they were magic beans.”

  Her mother stepped up beside Jill, staring up at the beanstalk reaching for the dark clouds above. “They grew... They... They grew...”

  “Uh-huh,” Jill grinned, her pussy clenching. Her other hand slid through her silky pubic hairs, finding the wet folds of her pussy. She caressed them, savoring the tingling delight shooting up to the tip of the cock. “Our fortune's up there, Mom. What we need to keep the farm.”

  She just nodded her head as she gazed up at the heights.

  “I'm going to climb it,” Jill continued, her gaze slipping to her mother's pillowy breasts rising and falling with her excited breathing. A surge of lust shot through Jill. She shoved a pair of fingers into her pussy, jerking her cock faster and faster. The slap of flesh echoed. “I'm going to save us, Mom.”

  Her mom ripped her gaze from the beanstalk to look at Jill. Her eyes were so wide. “You are? But it's dangerous.”

  “I know. But I'm the futa of the house.” Jill's pussy savored the plunge of her fingers sending hot delight through her body. “We're going to be so wealthy. Then I'll marry the prettiest girl in the district. They'll all want to be my wife.”

  “Marry...” Her mom flicked her eyes down to Jill's cock.

  Many times, Jill's mother had made her moan, “It's your cock, Mommy. Always yours.” Jill knew her mom didn't want to share her cock with a daughter-in-law.

  “But... That's...” Her mother swallowed, still stunned.