by Reed James
In moments, she was out of the wispy, vaporous part of the cloud. She crawled to the edge of her cloud, watching the distant farmland beneath. Everything still looked so tiny. The beanstalk rose into the air a few miles away at her farmhouse. She could see her neighbors and the distant village.
And the ground rushed up closer and closer.
I'm dead.
Jill looked up at the gray bottom of the clouds, wondering what would happen to the songbirds. Would they get away? Or would they be trapped by the futa-giantess, forced to swim in her cum whenever she masturbated.
“Sorry,” Jill said.
“For what?” a musical voice asked.
Jill blinked, looking behind her to see both songbirds had landed on the piece of the cloud, their wings mostly free of cum. They darted to Jill, managing to keep their balance on the rocking surface. They were both so beautiful. Jill smiled, standing up as the two winged women threw themselves at her, hugging the futa.
And then they spread their wings and the piece of cloud fell away from Jill. She was flying in their embrace, pinned between their naked, nubile bodies, Zoaria's ruby eyes filling her vision. Both songbirds held Jill tight.
“We won't let you go,” Aliara promised as they flew her towards the beanstalk and her home.
“You freed us,” Zoaria said.
“The giantess cum freed you,” Jill blushed.
“You opened the cage first.”
“You came back for us,” Aliara added, her lips hot on Jill's neck. “You had our golden eggs. You didn't have to come back for us.”
“I did,” Jill said, shifting between them. “I couldn't leave with that giant.”
“Our heroic futa-wife,” Zoaria purred.
“Yes,” Aliara purred.
The farm and the beanstalk grew closer and closer. Jill could see her step-mother at the base of the massive beanstalk, staring into the sky, waiting for her return with the two songbirds that laid the golden eggs. The two eggs Jill brought back yesterday were more than enough to pay the rent they owed on their farm and more.
And now they would be wealthy. Jill would make sure her widowed step-mother wanted for nothing, along with her two songbird wives. Her heart surged with such joy. She was just about to cry out to her mother when a loud bellow came from above.
Bursting out of the clouds, climbing down the beanstalk, was the futa-giantess.
“FUTA!” she bellowed, the air shaking with the force of her voice. The beanstalk swayed and bent as the massive giantess climbed down faster and faster.
Jill's step-mother screamed in fright as the winged women landed Jill at the beanstalk's base.
“No,” Aliara gasped, trembling behind Jill. “No, no, no. We were free.”
“FUTA! THEY ARE MINE! MINE! I WILL GRIND YOU AND EVERYONE YOU KNOW INTO POWDER! I WILL BAKE SO MUCH BREAD!”
“Jill,” sobbed her step-mother, staring in horror at the futa-giantess coming down faster and faster.
Jill shivered, struggling to thing, her hand clenching on the wooden haft of an...ax.
She still held the ax. In her fright, she had kept a death grip on the tool. Drying cum coated the metal, flakes falling away. Jill took a deep breath and knew what she had to do. But would she have the time? The futa-giantess was climbing down so much faster than Jill had.
But she had to try.
Jill broke away from her winged women and reached the beanstalk. She gripped the ax in both hands and swung hard. It bit deep into the pulp of the beanstalk. A clear liquid ran out, filling the air with a bitter, acrid, grassy scent. She drew back and swung in again, cutting deeper into the stalk.
“Yes,” Aliara gasped, her voice singing like a harp.
“Chop it down,” Zoaria sang. “Please, Jill.”
Jill thwacked and thwacked the ax over and over. She had never chopped anything with such ferocity. Her ax was a blur, throwing clear liquid and green pulp with every stroke. She hacked deeper and deeper into the stalk. The plant twisted and swayed as the giantess climbed lower and lower.
She kept hitting it, her heart racing. She didn't look up. She couldn't afford any distractions to stop her chopping. She placed each strike precisely, widening the cut over and over. Soon she was through the first of the three entwined stalks that formed the massive beanstalk. Her arms burning. Her shoulder sore.
She ignored the fatigue.
“FUTA!”
The giantess sounded closer and closer. Jill didn't care. She had to cut and cut and cut. Her ax thwunked and thwunked and thwunked. The beanstalk swayed more and more. It leaned away from the cut, the torquing caused by the descending giant ripping at the rest of the stalk.
A crack spread through the stalk.
Jill stepped back, looking up. The futa-giantess was halfway down, clutching onto the stalk as it swayed back and forth. Jill leaned on her ax as the beanstalk leaned farther and farther over, panting for breath.
And then the beanstalk spilt with a mighty snap.
The futa-giantess screamed as the beanstalk fell over like the mightiest tree. It crashed to the ground, narrowly missing the farmhouse and crushing the turnip field. The thick vine crashed in a line heading out into the uninhabited hills north of the farm. The futa-giantess tumbled in the air, losing grip on the beanstalk.
And hit the ground hard.
A great explosion of dust engulfed the giantess as she died. The ground shook. Jill fell back, clutched by her winged women. The shaking grew strong. The trio fell to the ground, holding each other. Jill's heart raced.
And then the shaking stopped.
Her step-mother rose up, dusting her skirt. “Jill,” she gasped. “Jill!”
“I'm fine, Mom,” Jill said, standing and staring to the hills to the west. The dust cleared. Where the giantess had fell was now a large hillock that looked vaguely like a person lying on their side. The futa let out a sigh of relief.
“You killed her,” Aliara gasped and rained kisses on Jill's right cheek.
“You saved us,” sobbed Zoaria, raining kisses on Jill's left cheek.
“So, these are the women birds you mentioned,” Jill's step-mother said, dusting her skirts as she rose.
“Yeah,” Jill blushed,holding the two naked, winged women. “Aliara's the blonde and the other's Zoaria.”
“I guess I should greet my new daughter-in-laws,” her step-mother said, then embraced all four of them. “Oh, Jill, that was so brave of you to go up there. You're so lucky.”
Jill blushed even more.
“But the three of you are just filthy. Baths, right now.”
“Yes, Mom,” Jill said.
“Yes, Mother,” both songbirds chirped, big smiles on their faces.
Bathed, Jill found herself sitting on her bed, her two new brides on either side. She had no idea how she'd explain to the village, or the stodgy futa-priestess, how she had two wives. But she figured the new wealth she was about to have would sort out any problems like that. Aliara and Zoaria cuddled up to Jill as she related the tale to her step-mother about their harrowing escape.
“In a river of cum,” sighed her step-mother, interrupting the tale, a hot look smoldering in the older woman's eyes. “What an adventure.”
Jill nodded. “And then we crawled out and ran for the threshold...”
Her step-mother listened with rapt attention, such pride in her eyes that made Jill sit up straight. Her futa-cock was hard before her, Zoaria's hand idly stroking her erection. Her step-mother gasped as Jill described diving into the crevasse—which she made out to be a smart plan and not a moment of panic—and the futa-giantess's foot crashing down, shoving her through the clouds.
“And then you saw us land and the end,” Jill finished.
“She's so brave, Mother,” Aliara said, her small, firm breast rubbing on Jill's rounder tit.
“So brave,” Zoaria purred, her hand stroking faster.
“And they really lay golden eggs after you fuck them?” gasped her step-mom.
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p; “Really,” Jill grinned.
“Well, only one a day,” Zoaria said. “And I already laid mine. But we left it up there. But Aliara...”
The blonde songbird blushed, her eyes lowering, so demure and sexy. “I can still lay an egg, if you wish to see, Mother.”
“And I suspect my futa-daughter is eager to enjoy your tight pussy,” laughed Jill's step-mother. “She does have a delicious cock.”
Aliara's eyes widened. “You've enjoyed your futa-daughter's cock?”
“Many times.” Her mother winked. “I also taught her to eat pussy.”
“Which must mean you are an expert at it, Mother,” Zoaria purred, leaning back on Jill's bed and spreading her thighs.
“Ooh, I haven't indulged in pussy licking since I was an unmarried maiden.” Jill's mother gave a wicked, girlish giggle. “It's the best way to keep your hymen intact.”
“Mom,” Jill gasped in shock as her step-mother stood and unlaced her low-cut dress.
“Oh, you are beautiful,” Aliara gasped as the older woman unveiled her busty, curvy body. She never had children, so her figure was still delicious and curvy. She ran her fingers through her thick, black bush as she stared at Zoaria's tight, bare slit.
“She is very beautiful,” Jill agreed. “Why don't you let her lick your pussy, Aliara, while I lick Zoaria's.”
“Then you will make love to me?” Aliara's blue eyes were tremulous.
“Yes,” groaned Jill, her cock throbbing. “And I'm sure my mom will show Zoaria something hot.”
Jill stood up as Aliara laid back, her legs spreading, her knee brushing Zoaria's. The black-winged songbird smiled at Aliara and the pair held hands. Jill sank between Zoaria's thighs as her mother knelt before Aliara. Jill glanced at her step-mother, the pair exchanging lusty smiles. Then they lowered their heads and feasted on the songbird's pussies.
Both sang out their pleasure. Jill savored the cinnamon spice of Zoaria's pussy. She pressed her fingers into the tight silt, parting it and diving into the pink depths of her new wife's delight. She licked through it, the songbird moaning, her ruby eyes flashing with desire while her round breasts jiggled.
Beside Zoaria, Aliara trembled as Jill's mother lapped through her folds. The blonde songbird trilled out the cutest song as her hands cupped her small, firm breasts. Her fingers found her pink nipples, twisting them.
“Oh, Mother, you are so good,” sang Aliara. “Oh, yes, you are making me feel so amazing.”
“Mmm, my new daughter has such a delicious pussy,” Jill's mother said.
“Like strawberries,” moaned Jill between laps of Zoaria's juicy snatch.
“And what does my other new daughter taste like?”
“Cinnamon.”
The older woman shuddered. “Oh, I can't wait to taste.”
“Me either, Mother,” moaned Zoaria. “Mmm, you taught your futa-daughter so well. She's so hungry for my cunt.”
“So hungry,” Jill agreed, her tongue diving deep into Zoaria's pussy, lapping through the wonderful folds, tongue flicking up to brush her clit.
Both songbirds sang their passion, Zoaria's throatier and Aliara's cuter. Their harp-like melody burst with pleasure as the pair humped their pussies against Jill and her mother's hungry mouths. Cinnamon-flavored juices coated Jill's lips and chin as she dug her tongue in deep, loving the sight of Zoaria's breasts as they jiggled.
And then she slipped a pair of fingers into Zoaria's pussy.
Hot flesh clenched on her probing digits, making Jill's cock throb in envy. She pumped her digits in and out, loving the silky feel while her tongue flicked and batted the songbird's clit. Zoaria bucked, her breasts jiggling, her voice singing louder and louder as she experienced the delicious pleasure of her new futa-wife's tongue and fingers.
“Oh, Jill, you're so wonderful,” she sang. “Oh, you're going to make me cum so hard.”
“Good,” Jill panted, her fingers plunging in faster and faster. “I want you cumming so hard you explode.”
“Yes,” gasped Zoaria.
Jill flicked and swirled her tongue around Zoaria's pink bud. The songbird's pussy squeezed harder and harder. The futa grinned, her thighs pressed together, her cunt on fire. She latched her lips around Zoaria's clit and sucked hard.
Zoaria bucked hard. She gasped and squirmed, humping against Jill's licking tongue. Her passion sang out as she came. She seized her breasts, fingers sinking into her mounds while her pussy spasmed on Jill's plunging fingers.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Jill moaned. “Enjoy your orgasm.”
“It's so good,” Zoaria gasped, bucking, spasming. “Oh, Jill. Love you. Love you!”
“Love you, too!” Jill purred.
Then she lowered her mouth to her wife's pussy. She licked around her fingers plunging into Zoaria's spasming snatch. Cinnamon juices flooded out into Jill's hungry mouth. She kept plunging her fingers, licking, keeping the pleasure alive in her wife.
Beside them, Aliara suddenly gasped, her fingers tugging hard on her small, pink nipples. “Oh, Mother. Oh, yes! Yes!”
Aliara's sang out a pure note as she came. Her slim body thrashed. She humped against the older woman's mouth. Jill's mother moaned, drinking the cum and fingering her own pussy at the same moment.
“That's so beautiful,” groaned Jill, staring back and forth between her cumming wives. “You are both so beautiful. I love you all.”
“Even me?” her mother asked.
“Even you, Mom,” Jill grinned, her cock throbbing so hard.
“Will you please make love to me, futa-wife,” moaned Aliara. “I need you in me. I want to hold you this time. There aren't any bars separating us.”
“Yes,” Jill groaned.
Her mother rose, face dripping with Aliara's juices. “Well, futa-daughter, there's your wife's field. I tilled her good for you. Enjoy your planting.”
“Yes,” Jill grinned, her cock throbbing so hard before her. She moved to Aliara as her mother went to fetch her strap-on.
“Ooh, what is that,” Zoaria asked as Jill mounted Aliara.
“Just a toy that you'll love,” the older woman purred, slipping on the leather harness attached to the polished smooth, wooden dildo. “Trust me, you'll enjoy it.”
Zoaria rolled onto her hands and knees beside Aliara and Jill, wiggling her hips. “I bet I will.”
Aliara giggled as her hands grasped Jill's round breasts. She squeezed them. “She's just such a lusty girl.”
“And you're not?” Jill asked as she brought her futa-cock to Aliara's pussy.
The blonde blushed rosily. “I am,” she admitted, her fingers finding Jill's nipples. “I want you...in me.”
“Fucking you?”
Aliara shivered, nodding her head, her fingers rolling Jill's nipples. Wicked tingles raced down to her dick. “Please.”
“Always,” Jill groaned and thrust.
It was wonderful to sink into Aliara's hot, tight sheath. The futa shivered, her back arching as she pressed deeper and deeper into the silky tunnel. Her groin met Aliara's, every inch of her dick buried in her songbird's depths. Pleasure cascaded across Aliara's face. She let out trilling gasps, squirming beneath the futa. She licked her lips, hips moving, eager.
“You want me to fuck you?” Jill groaned.
Aliara nodded her head.
“Say it.”
“Please, my love, fuck me.”
It was so hot hearing her innocent voice say those words. Jill groaned, her dick throbbing, her pussy clenching, and drew back. The friction was so sweet. Her girl-cock throbbed in Aliara's snatch, the tip aching.
Then she slammed in deep.
Aliara gasped in delight, her thighs locking about Jill's waist. The futa leaned down, her round breasts pressing into Aliara's smaller tits. The girl let go of Jill's nipples and hugged the futa. Their lips met in a hot kiss.
And Jill fucked her wife.
The bed creaked as the futa pumped her cock in and out of her songbird's tight pussy. Pleasure
surged through her body. Juices leaked out of her cunt and down her cock as it plunged over and over into Aliara's depths. Her songbird moaned into the kiss, meeting Jill's tongue with her own.
Beside them, Zoaria gasped as the older woman's dildo slammed into her pussy. Zoaria's black wings spread wide, the right flapping over Jill and Aliara. The feathers brushed the futa's back and ass as she pumped away at Aliara's tight snatch.
“Oh, that's almost as nice as Jill being in me,” Zoaria moaned, rocking back into the older woman's thrusts.
“Nothing beats a real cock.”
Aliara broke their kiss. “Nothing. Oh, Jill. Oh, you're so wonderful in me. Oh, yes!”
Jill pumped her hips, sliding her cock over and over into her wife's hot depths. She glance over at Zoaria, the black-haired songbird's face contorting with pleasure. She gave Jill a wicked smile, her tits swinging. The older woman's pillowy breasts bounced as she plowed into Zoaria's pussy with her strap-on, their flesh slapping together.
“Yes, yes, yes, Mother,” moaned Zoaria. “Fuck me!”
“Fuck her,” Aliara gasped, her pussy clenching hard on Jill's thrusting cock.
Jill groaned, her dick throbbing as she rammed it over and over into the songbird's hot pussy. Their bodies heaved together, nipples rubbing, kissing. Jill found it so exciting to feel the press of the songbird's lithe body beneath hers. The flesh sliding together, meeting, intertwined. It was an intimacy she would share with Zoaria and her mother.
I am so blessed.
Her hips pumped faster and faster, the delight building in the depths of her pussy. She hammered her songbird, bringing gasps and moans from her lips. Jill's cock throbbed and ached, the pressure building and building with each stroke, bringing her closer and closer to erupting.
“Fuck me!” howled Zoaria, her voice so throaty. “Pound me, Mother. Oh, I love this toy.”
“You'll love using my strap-on dildo!”
“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned Zoaria. “I'll fuck Aliara with it.”
