Fracture Fairy Fucktales Ch 02

"Jack," she called from the kitchen of their small house, "Jack, you need to take the cow to the market."

"No!" Jack protested. Milky white was his friend, his only friend. He didn't want to lose her like he lost the chickens and the goat. "Why do we have to sell her too?"

"Jack, she doesn't give milk, she is no use to us."

"But mum, we don't need to sell her, we have some money, we are going fine. Please."

"Jack, she costs us money which we don't have to spare, you know that. Now please, do as I ask."

Jack pouted and nodded his head, "Ok."

Walking outside Jack reluctantly placed the rope over milky white's head and led her out of the paddock and down the path. He kicked the stones as he went and pondered why his mother insisted on selling all their animals at the same time each week.

***

Maureen watched as her son kicked the stones and led the cow out of view. Once clear she rushed inside to tidy the room and change the bed sheets, replacing her bland cotton ones with red satin and lace. She placed candles around her bed and turned off the lights, providing a dim, seductive mood. A quick wash and change into her lacy black teddy, black stiletto boots and red lace choker, she was ready.

'Knock, Knock, Knock.'

"Welcome," she whispered seductively, "Nice to see you again."

He quickly entered the room, clearly not wanting to be seen at her door. He was a strapping young man in his royal robes, with a strong look about him. You could tell he was always in control and would eventually rule the kingdom with a firm but caring hand. For now, he was a regular attendant at Maureen's door every Wednesday at 12pm.

"The usual?" she asked, closing the door behind him, and heading towards her room.

"Yes." He was nervous, he was always nervous before hand.

She held her hand out to him and he placed $1,000 in her palm. She tucked the money into her jewellery box and turned back to him, riding crop in hand.

"Strip." She commanded, flourishing the crop in front of him.

He did as he was told, removing his royal robes, and placing the delicately folded on the chair by the door. He stood before her, his young masculine body made her pussy ache, as it always did.

"On your knees."

His exposed cock twitched at the command and he fell to his knees as directed.

She moved to him, lifted a leg onto his shoulder, "Eat me. Make me cum!"

His hands moved around her back and onto her hips, holding her pussy to his face. The sweet scent of her made his cock jump again, eager to be touched, but he knew that may not happen at all today, for she knew what he wanted and what he needed. His tongue slithered out to lap at her lips. She was wet, dripping onto his tongue. Her excitement made his cock respond, rising to the occasion. He felt her shiver at his touch and drove his tongue between her lips. As his tongue dove into her pussy she brought the riding crop down on his bare arse.

He yelped into her snatch, feeling the sting of the crop on his flesh. His cock wept at the feeling and he pulled her closer to him, his tongue pushed deeper into her cunt. He wiggled his tongue inside her, enjoying to the feel of the crop each time she brought it down on him. His cock oozed excitement. He wanted to touch himself so badly but knew it was forbidden.

His tongue pressed against the entrance to her pussy and, with pressure, slid upward to her throbbing clit. She arched her back and moaned feeling the movement of his expert tongue. The warmth began to rise in her belly as his wet muscle flickered over her clit. Her hips bucked with each stroke, he had to hold her tight to not losing contact with the sweet nub. He sucked the nerve into his mouth, covering her pussy with his lips. He tasted the juices that freely flowed from her as his tongue bore down on her clit, rubbing, flicking, and sucking on the sensitive point.

The crop came down hard on his arse as the orgasm flooded her, making her body shake with each wave, and her scream with pleasure. He exploded at the feel of the crop assaulting his raw flesh and her cry of ecstasy knowing he had cause it. Spurt after spurt shot out and landed on the floor in front of him. He held her tight, lapping up her juices as her climax subsided and his tension left him.

She smiled as she lowered her leg. His face glistened with her orgasm and the floor in front of him painted white with his cum. The thought crossed her mind to make him clean it up, but she had other plans this time.

"Get on the bed, face down this time."

The command surprised him. Normally he would be cleaning up his mess and leaving at this point, he had come and so had she. His hesitation brought the riding crop heavily down on his red arse cheek. The flash of anger in his eyes make him comply instantly, crawling up onto the bed.

"Face on the bed, arse in the air!" she commanded, spanking him once more with the crop.

To his amazement his cock twitched as the crop hit him hard and he rose onto his knees, his arse exposed to her. He heard her move to the dresser and a drawer open. She returned, placing a cool hand on his red, raw arse. The softness of her hand provided his burning flesh some relief and he relaxed. He felt the pressure before he realised what was happening. He began to protest and felt the sting of the crop on his hardening cock. He whimpered, but his cock responded, jerking, and rising up harder.

She smiled, knowing he was enjoying her ministrations. She held the phallic toy against his arse and slowly pushed in. His cries turned to moans as the object penetrated his entrance and he began to relax allowing free movement deeper into his bowels. Moving gently, she plunged the toy in till her hand rested against his cheeks. She let him become accustomed to the protrusion before sliding under him.

His cock slid between her lips with ease. Her tongue lapped at his shaft as she began to move the object in and out of his passage. It took all his will power not to cum as he felt his hard muscle diving into her mouth. The wetness and warmth of this hole was new to him, she had never tasted him before. He wanted to buck his hips, to drive his cock deeper into her throat, but the toy in his arse prevented the movement, and he knew this play would stop if he tried.

The movements of the toy increased, plunging deeply into his arse and out again at a faster rate. Her tongue rimmed his nob, his cock deep in her throat. He felt the tingling and whimpered once again, aching to cum.

The muscle still in her mouth she looked up at him and mumbled, "You can cum."

He released his seed down her throat, the tension finally exploding in a wave of intensity. His cock twitched in her mouth, jet after jet of warm cum sprayed against the back of her throat and she swallowed it all, savouring his taste. As she removed the object from his arse his cock twitched again, more cum spurting into her waiting mouth. She licked his nob clean before sliding out from under him.

She let him lay on the bed for a moment, listening to his rapid breathing. She dropped a fresh towel onto his back and commanded him to clean his mess on the floor. He slid off the bed and began rubbing his cum out of the carpet. His arse felt empty and stretched. He pondered over the events of the afternoon and felt his cock twitch once more at the memory of the toy buried deep in his arse. A new feeling for him that he wanted to explore more.

Once cleaned to her satisfaction he dressed and promptly left through the side door. Riding back to the castle proved difficult as he constantly repositioned himself to accommodate his smarting arse.

Maureen watched the Prince ride off down the road as Jack rounded the corner, slowly walking back to the house with a satisfied grin on his face and no cow.

***

It constantly amazed Jack that his mother never asked for the money when he returned each week from selling the different farm animals. It was lucky for him that she didn't as he never had any. The first animal had been one of the chickens that had stopped laying eggs. Jack had taken the animal to market, but no one was interested in chicken that did not produce. As he sat sulking on the side of the road a coach stopped in front of him. An older pale gentleman poked his head out of the carriage and asked Jack why he was so depressed. After explaining his predicament, the gentleman asked his age. Though a strange request Jack informed the stranger he had just turned 19.

"Good," the strange stated, "Perhaps you can find a more meaningful trade over by the bridge that connects our two lands."

The stranger pointed over the paddock in the direction of the river. Jack had thanked the gentleman for his advice and headed off to find someone to trade with. As he approached the river he watched as three satyrs stepped onto the bridge one by one and disappeared for a short time, re-appearing on his side of the bridge. He knew magic existed but had never seen it in action. Cautiously he had approached the bridge and stepped on.

The first time he met the troll he was shocked at her full naked body. The fur and the aroma hid the beauty beneath, and it surprised him that his cock responded so eagerly to her. With each animal she performed a different sex act; all were firsts for him. For the smaller animals she devoured his cock and made him gush down her throat. The goat had given him the opportunity to return the favour, being guided by her to bring her to an orgasm with his tongue. He hoped the cow would give him extra privileges with their trade.

He approached the bridge and stepped on, enveloped by the enchantment, and hidden from the world around him. She slithered up onto the bridge, her eyes widened when she saw the cow. She knew this would keep her fed for many weeks and was eager to make the trade, no matter the cost. Seeing her naked body made his cock twitch and rise in anticipation for the acts to come.

"You bring me a bigger beast, for that you get the ultimate prize." She turned so her back was facing him and lowered herself down to all fours on the wooden planks of the bridge. Her shapely arse wiggled at him and instantly made his cock hard. "Put you cock in my pussy," she purred.

Holding his throbbing muscle his positioned himself behind her and slowly slid his rod into her wet hole. The feel of her warm, dripping pussy was nearly enough to make him cum. He had never entered her like this before and he began to feel the tingle developing in his balls.

"Now, hold my hips and pull me back and push me forward. Feel your cock moving in and out of my pussy."

He did as he was told and shivered as her tight pussy rubbed the shaft of his pole. Pushing her away and pulling her back onto his muscle made the tingling feeling rise in his stomach and his balls tighten. She knew he wouldn't take long but wanted to give him something a little extra.

"Now, drive your cock into my arse."

Jack wasn't sure how this would feel. It had never occurred to him that the rear entrance could be used for anything other than its intended purpose. Holding her hips he drove his cock deep into her pussy, pulling out completely then resting his nob at her arse. As he pulled her hips back, he felt resistance and stopped worried it wouldn't go in.

She felt his hesitation and pushed her hips back, plunging his cock deep into her arse. Both let out a moan as the tight space was stretched over the protrusion. Jack felt the excitement building and knew he would not hold out for another thrust. Pulling her hips back he exploded into her rear shooting load after load of warm cum into her.

She arched her back as she felt his warmth fill her and wiggled her arse to milk all his seed. Jack's focus began to return, and he was aware she had not cum herself. His cock still hard and embedded in her rear he leaned forward and flicked a finger across her clit. She was surprised that he would consider her needs after releasing himself. The unexpected action brought her to a swift orgasm of her own, howling as she came.

The two collapsed on the bridge, spent from the trade.

"You didn't have to..." she panted.

"It is only fair," Jack may have been new to sexual pleasures, but his mother had always taught him one good turn deserves another.

"For that you get something more." She reached under the bridge and produced three small green beans. "These are magic beans. Use them wisely."

Jack took the beans and staggered off the bridge heading home. As his house came into view, he considered the beans in his hand. She was rather cryptic with her explanation or lack thereof, of the beans. Perhaps they would yield a fuller crop to feed them both. The fields around his house were bare and only a small space compared to other houses in the town.

Jack searched for the best place to throw the beans. Their little house stood at the base of the only mountain in the land. Rumour had it that a giant of a man with untold wealth resided in a castle at the top of the mountain. These rumours were never founded as the top was hidden by clouds and no one had every seen the man. It was for this reason the house was a steal for Maureen to buy. A patch of grass at the base of the mountain seemed to Jack to be the best place for the beans. Without a care, or knowledge of gardening, he haphazardly threw the beans towards the grass as he headed for the house.

***

It was late morning when Jack stirred from his slumber. He stretched and stood by his bedroom window, peering out at the fields around his house. It took a moment for his brain to register what his eyes saw; a huge beanstalk reaching up to the sky had grown where he had thrown the beans. Jack ran to wake his mother and show her the phenomena. They stood at the base, craning their necks to see the tip of the vine to no avail, the vine disappeared into the clouds above.

"Who gave you those beans, Jack?"

"Umm," Jack wasn't sure how to answer that question so he thought of the best lie he could, "I gentleman in a carriage." It wasn't a complete lie, the man in the carriage had directed him to his troll.

"What do we do with it now?" The vine did not appear to provide food and Maureen was confused as to its purpose.

"Maybe it goes to the castle at the top of the mountain. What if there are riches there that we can use?"

"Jack, that is an old tale, there is no truth to it, we would know. Let's just leave it for now, we will consider what to do later today."

The two walked back to the house and prepared for lunch, but Jack couldn't get the thought out of his head. All the possibilities, all the scenarios, he had to find out. After lunch he snuck out of the house while his mother began to clean. Once again standing at the base he looked up and considered his path to the top. Picking his line, he began to climb.

It took Jack an hour to climb the beanstalk. At different times he considered going back down but persisted and finally broke through the clouds. The view before him was breathtaking. The top of the mountain stood before him, a flat green vista with a large castle in the centre. Jack giggled. The castle was real. Could that mean the riches were too?

Stepping off the vine, Jack wandered towards the castle. It stood so much taller than him, the front door was nearly twice his size and five times wider. He wondered what creature would live in a place so large. He did not need to wonder long as the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard inside the house. Jack climbed up the brick wall to the window and watched as a tall, solid man stood next to a table in the kitchen. Jack guessed the man was at least seven or eight-foot-tall, he was a giant compared to everyone in the village. As the man turned towards the window Jack dropped down, but not before observing the humongous bulge in the man's crotch.

Andre looked longingly out the window of his castle. He had been alone for so long and though he swore he saw someone in the window, he could not be sure, his mind played tricks on him so often. Just in case he was not alone he bellowed,

"Fe Fi Fo Fum,

I smell the blood of a human.

Be them standing or in my bed,

I'll spread their legs to take my head."

Silence followed the echo of his voice and he frowned, turning from the desolate scene outside. He walked to the single chair in the loungeroom and plonked down into it, the weight of his body making the structure creak.

"Play something for me," he commanded of the harp.

Jack crawled back up the window and listened as a golden harp began to play a sweet sound. The giant rested his head back in the chair and seemed to close his eyes. Jack searched the room. Though sparce of furniture it was full of golden objects. Jack couldn't believe his luck and considered what to take first. Though he knew stealing was a crime, he didn't think the giant would miss a few gold coins from the stash he had in the corner of the room.

Grabbing a sack from the kitchen Jack crept to the corner of the room and stuffed the bag with as many gold coins as he could carry. As he jumped out the window Andre smiled, maybe he will have company again. Jack stumbled as he raced to the beanstalk, worried he would be followed. A quick glance behind him showed no one following. He took a deep breath and began the climb down the stalk with gold coins in tow. It seemed to take half as long to go down than it did to go up and before it was dark, he was on the ground running to his mother with the good news.

Maureen was both frustrated and ecstatic that Jack had gone up the beanstalk on his own. Jack regaled his mother of what he had found in the castle and the potential for all the riches they could imagine. Maureen knew she should have scolded Jack for stealing and disobeying her, but the thought of not having to fuck the village husbands to get by appealed to her. Though her Prince was always a pleasure, the other men were vile beasts only interested in their own pleasure. They were also quite cheap.

"Jack, though it does sound tempting, I can't imagine the owner of these riches will be happy if you steal anything else."

"No mother, he had no idea I was there." Jack had completely forgotten about the rhyme called out by the giant. "Let me get one more thing, just to really set us up."

Maureen considered her son's suggestion and decided they would wait till morning and discuss it then. Jack lay in bed, wide awake. He didn't want to wait, there was so much more to explore. Once again, he snuck out of the house while his mother slept and headed for the beanstalk. He reached the top with little fuss and ran towards the sleeping castle. As he got closer, he could see a light shining through the window.

He carefully climbed onto the windowsill and gazed in. The giant was no where to be seen. Jack dropped into the room and began to search for something new to take. The vibration of heavy footsteps froze Jack in his tracks. He ducked in beside a bookshelf and hoped he was hidden from the giant.

Andre walked into the room and sniffed the air. He knew his intruder had returned and called out his warning,

"Fe Fi Fo Fum,

I smell the blood of a human,

Be them standing or in my bed,

I'll spread their legs to take my head."

He sat in his favourite chair and lifted his prized hen onto his lap. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jack, crouching down, trying to hide. Andre smiled and stroked the hen from her neck to her back. The hen clucked and produced a golden egg. Jack gasped as he watched the hen lay an egg of gold. The giant patted the hen from the neck to the back and another egg was produced. Jack knew he had to have the hen.

Knowing he had enticed an interest Andre lowered the animal to the floor and commanded the harp to play. The hen darted across the room away from the sound of the harp and towards the window. This was Jack's chance, he crept along the ground and scooped the hen into his sack, scrambling out the window once again and down the beanstalk.