by Reed James
“Let's go,” Jill groaned.
And then booming footsteps echoed. Jill turned to see the futa-giantess stepping into the room. The hulking beauty stretched her back, her large tits bouncing. Then she sniffed the air, her gaze scanning around the immense room. And spoke:
“Fee-fi-fo-fum!
I smell the salt of a futa's cum:
Be she alive, or be she dead,
I'll grind her bones to make my bread.”
To be continued...
Jill & the Futa-Giantess
Futa Jill & the Beanstalk 3
(A Fairy Tale of The World of Futas)
by
Reed James
Jill & the Futa-Giantess
“Fee-fi-fo-fum!
I smell the salt of a futa's cum:
Be she alive, or be she dead,
I'll grind her bones to make my bread.”
Jill froze at the rumbling sound of the futa-giantess's voice, a deep soprano at once both feminine and terrifying. Jill stood before the golden birdcage that rested on the futa-giantess's nightstand, her cock out, her body still shuddering from the powerful orgasm. She had just fired her cum into the mouths of the two winged women she had just freed. Aliara and Zoaria gasped in fright, their naked bodies quivering, their lips sticky with futa-jizz.
“Hurry,” Aliara gasped, her hair blonde and her wings white. She had an innocent look about her which exacerbated the frighten gleam in her sapphire eyes. “We have to hide you.”
Even now, the futa-giantess, a naked beauty with red hair falling about shoulders and cascading to a pair of large tits, stood in the doorway. Her cock swung between her thighs, growing hard as she stroked it, her eyes sweeping across the immense room, searching.
“Yes, futa-wife,” Zoaria gasped. She had raven-black hair and eyes, her body curvy and sultry, but the lush hunger normally present in her face was replaced by abject terror. “She'll kill you and eat you.”
“We were so close,” groaned Jill as the two songbirds hauled her into their cage. She left the ax impaled in the nightstand's wood. It rested by the ruin of the golden padlock she had just hewn through.
The futa-giantess moved into the room, staring at her bookshelves, inhaling deeply, her ponderous breasts bouncing and heaving as she made her circuit of the room. Jill's heart pounded in terror, the giant's rhyme echoing through her head. Will she really grind my bones to make her bread?
The black-haired futa didn't know what to do. All her cockiness was gone. She had been so sure that she could rescue the two songbirds without any trouble. Yesterday, the futa-giantess had stayed out of her castle for far longer. But she had returned so early.
“Where are you, futa?” rumbled the futa-giantess. “I know you're here. You trespassed yesterday. I smelled your cum. I knew you would return.”
“Here,” Zoaria whispered, shoving Jill towards the center of the birdcage. “Hurry, cover her.”
Aliara nodded, her sapphire eyes shining with fright. Jill was too scared to resist as she was pushed down onto the straw that covered their floor. Their was a large mound in the center, presumably their bed. She wiggled into it, both winged women working hard to cover her body, their feathers fluttering.
“And why aren't my little songbirds singing?” asked the futa-giantess as she moved into her kitchen, her steps shaking the nightstand.
“We were napping,” Zoaria said in her melodic, harp-like voice. “We were shocked to find you home. You just left. Do not your sheep need tending?”
Zoaria sat down on Jill, perching right over her still exposed futa-cock. Zoaria, like Aliara, was naked, her sex pressing on Jill's dick through the straw. Aliara sank down a moment later, her strawberry-flavored, hairless cunt right over Jill's mouth.
“We are so ever glad to see you,” Aliara sang. “We were just surprised.”
“So you haven't seen the futa?” the futa-giantess asked, walking over to the cage. “I can smell the salt of her cum. She's been jacking off in my home again.”
“How horrid,” Zoaria said, squirming, her pussy rubbing up and down Jill's cock. The futa groaned, her dick having an involuntary reaction to a hot snatch sliding up and down its length. Throbbing, her shaft swelled, hardening, poking up at Zoaria's cunt.
“That's just so foul,” Aliara sang. “I can't believe a futa would do that. How ever did she get up here?”
“Must be a beanstalk,” growled the futa-giantess. “My sister's interference!”
Jill trembled. The futa-giantess loomed over the cage, staring down at it. She could just see through the straw and a gap in Aliara's legs at the futa-giantess leaning over, peering down into the cage with green eyes.
Eyes that looked similar to the futa-peddler. Their faces had shared features, like the futa-giantess and the futa-peddler were sisters. Jill shivered, her heart thudding. She tried not to move as Zoaria kept squirming on her cock, but her dick grew harder and harder, poking at Zoaria's hot pussy.
The songbird let out a little gasp as her shifting slid her pussy down Jill's hard cock. The futa clenched her teeth, groaning into Aliara's strawberry-flavored snatch. Zoaria's wings rustled as she sank more and more of her wet, tight pussy down Jill's cock.
The futa-giantess inhaled. “I can smell it. The salt. It's stronger.”
“There's no futa here,” laughed Aliara, rubbing her pussy on Jill's lips, her sex growing hotter. “I bet she fled. Scurried out the door while your back was to it.”
“Futas are so devious like that,” nodded Zoaria, her voice throaty, her pussy clenching down on Jill's cock.
The futa fought another groan. Despite how terrified she was, her dick was so hard in Zoaria's pussy. The hot, tight glove of the winged women's cunt was heaven. A part of Jill, the part controlled by her lust, just wanted to fuck her hips up into the air and bounce the songbird on her dick, to cum in her depths.
“Maybe you're right,” the futa-giantess said. She straightened, aiming her immense futa-cock at the cage. It was hard and erect, the dick longer than Jill was tall. A thick bead of precum, easily the size of Jill's head, bubbled on the tip as the futa-giantess stroked her cock. “Sing me a song of sweet lust.”
“Oh, yes,” Aliara moaned, shifting more, her pussy growing hotter on Jill's lips as her melodic, harp-like singing burst from her lips.
It was an arousing song, stirring fire through Jill's body. Her pussy clenched, growing juicier with every cascading note that issued from Aliara's lips. Zoaria, her pussy clenching on Jill's cock, added her voice a moment later, her wings flapping, her body shifting, sliding her cunt an inch up and down Jill's throbbing girl-dick.
Jill groaned into Aliara's pussy. She couldn't help herself, then she licked through the tight slit. The strawberry juices coated her tongue. They were so sweet and tart at the same time, a delicious treat. Jill licked again, Aliara's voice becoming more and more throaty as she sang.
Excitement swelled through Zoaria's dulcet song, too. Her pussy kept clenching and relaxing on Jill's dick, massaging her shaft with silky delight. The futa loved it. Her body shifted beneath the straw. It caressed her nipples and tickled her sides, adding sensations to the pleasure shooting through her.
“Such passion,” the futa-giantess moaned, her hand sliding up and down her titanic cock. More drops of precum rained down, splashing on the nightstand, small tremors racing through the wood. “You are so inspired today.”
“You inspire us,” Aliara gasped as Jill's tongue slid around her clit. “We just want to sing out our love for you.”
“Love you so much,” Zoaria moaned, her wings flapping hard, her pussy sliding up and down on Jill's cock as she bounced in excitement. “Can you tell?”
“Yes,” Jill groaned into Aliara's pussy, her words muffled by cunt and the songbirds' music.
They sang louder and louder. Jill clenched her hands, keeping her arms pinned to her side. It was so hard fighting the urge to touch her wives' bodies. They had given themselves to Jill, grateful to be rescue
d. And she would get them out. Somehow.
But she couldn't be caught.
But it was so hard not to touch them. Her hands clenched. The song stirred her blood. It made her want to cry out her passion. Her cock throbbed in the depths of Zoaria's pussy. Her cunt clenched, the pressure building in her depths. She swiped and swirled her tongue through Aliara's tight folds, her juices coating her mouth, making the white-winged songbird sing with such passion as she ground herself on Jill's lips and tongue.
The futa-giantess panted, her hand sliding faster and faster on her dick, the lusty music inspiring her, too. Her massive tits heaved above the cage, slapping together with thunderous claps. Rivers of pussy cream flooded down her thighs. Jill could drown in any of one of them.
“Such naughty songbirds,” moaned the futa-giantess. “Always serenading me with such sweet passion when I masturbate.”
“Such sweet passion,” Jill groaned, fighting against her lusts.
Her cock throbbed. Her pussy clenched. She was on the verge of erupting. Of spurting her futa-cum into Zoaria's pussy. She ached for it. Her dick throbbed in the hot depths of the songbird's pussy. She was about to release her load when she remembered the futa-giantess's keen nose.
If I cum, she'll smell it and know I'm here.
Jill groaned her frustration into Aliara's sweet pussy as she fought against her orgasm. But it was so hard. Zoaria bounced more and more, her cunt sliding faster and faster up and down Jill's cock. The black-winged songbird's pussy was so hot and silky. The friction so intense. It shot pleasure down Jill's cock to her pussy.
It was a war Jill was losing. Her cum, boiling in her ovaries, wanted to escape. Wanted to flood the sweet, tight, hot hole with spurt after spurt of salty jizz. She groaned again into Aliara's pussy, her lips finding the white-winged songbird's clit, sucking so hard.
Aliara squealed her song, her chords cascading into a blur of rapturous sound. Strawberry-flavored pussy juices flooded into Jill's mouth. She gulped them down. The sheer eroticism of drinking her songbird's cream sent a thrill through Jill right down to her cock.
It begged to erupt.
I can't. I can't.
And then Zoaria slammed her pussy down Jill's cock. The black-winged songbird's music grew as throaty as Aliara's. Her pussy spasmed about Jill's girl-dick. The massaging, silky flesh writhed up and down the futa's cock, begging for the explosion of cum.
Oh, no.
Jill couldn't fight it any longer. Her pussy clenched hard. Her dick throbbed. Her ovaries boiled over.
Her futa-cum spurted into Zoaria's hot depths. The powerful blasts sent waves of lust shooting through Jill. The risk of discovery, the fear of the futa-giantess finding her, heightened the rapture shooting through Jill.
Luckily for her, the futa-giantess came at the exact same moment.
“Yes,” grunted the futa-giantess, her huge tits heaving together, slapping and writhing in titanic passion. “My sweet songbirds!”
The powerful blast of the futa-giantess's orgasm shot cum into the cage. The thick, white eruption hosed across the two songbirds and Jill. All three gasped, still climaxing themselves, as the force of the giantess's cum washed them into the back of the cage. Jill was awash in a sea of sticky cum. She gulped it down, engulfed by its warm stickiness.
A second blast and a third crashed over them. She squirmed in the thick liquid, grabbing the two songbirds. They clung to her body as the trio of them were spun around, the cum filling the cage and overflowing through the bars. There was so much jizz erupting from the futa-giantess.
Jill couldn't breathe. She couldn't see. The thick cum coated her entire body. She panicked, her heart racing. The futa-giantess groaned out her pleasure overhead as Jill and the two songbirds thrashed, struggling to find the surface.
I'm going to drown in cum. Jill never believed she would think such a thought, or that it would horrify her. She loved cum, especially her own licked out of her step-mother's pussy.
And then she broke the surface, the tide of futa-cum washing her and the two songbirds, both clinging to the futa, towards the door of their cage. With the lock cut off, it had popped open from the force of the futa-giantess's ejaculation. The tide of seed washed them inexorably to the edge of the nightstand and the cascade of spunk pouring over the side.
“Oh, no,” Aliara gasped, her face a mask of cum. “Jill!”
“Our wings are coated in cum,” gasped Zoaria. “We can't fly.”
Above, the futa-giantess let out a mighty groan. “What a great cum.” She inhaled. “You'll make more...” Her words trailed off. “Why was your cage door open?”
Jill reached out, spotting the handle of her ax protruding from the tide of jizz, the head still impaled in the wood where she left it. She snagged it with one hand, the two winged women clinging to her. She got a firm grip on the haft.
They stopped for a heartbeat. The cum swept around them, flowing with such force. Jill groaned, straining to hold on. She did.
But the ax head ripped free of the wood and they swept towards the edge.
The trio were washed over the side of the nightstand and fell with the waterfall of cum. The two songbirds screamed, clinging to Jill. She held them tight, closing her eyes, bracing for the fall that would kill them and—
They splashed in the puddle of jizz forming on the stone floor.
We're alive.
“Songbirds,” the futa-giantess said, “why was your cage door open? Was it the futa?”
“Come on,” Jill groaned, half-swimming, half walking through the tide of cum towards the edge of the puddle. “We have to go.”
The futa-giantess shifted around, staring at the nightstand. “Songbirds? Don't pretend you're drowning in my cum again. I have no mood for your games. You love it when I flood your cage. I know how much you love swimming in my jizz.”
“We hate it,” Aliara groaned in a hoarse hiss to Jill as they reached the shore.
The three of them staggered away from the growing puddle, the futa-giantess still staring at the cage. She hadn't noticed the three minuscule figures racing from the puddle, dripping in her jizz. The thick cream fell off of Jill's body and the feathers of the winged women as they ran as fast as they could for the door. Zoaria groaned, and then a golden egg, made from the cum Jill spurted into her pussy, clanked as it fell out of her sex and tumbled on the ground.
Jill didn't stop to pick it up. She left the wealth behind.
Just let us make it, Goddess, prayed Jill, the ax still clutched in her right hand, the two winged women clinging to her.
Jill risked a glanced behind them. The futa-giantess lifted the cage, swirling the remaining cum around in there, searching for her songbirds. A surge of hope shot through the futa. They were closer and closer to the threshold. Once they were out of the room, they would make it.
Zoaria and Aliara panted on either side of Jill, clinging to her arms in terror. The threshold loomed ahead, a small barrier they would have to climb. They reached it as the futa-giantess set down her cage and peered at the floor.
“This is not funny,” fumed the futa-giantess. She inhaled deeply. Frowned. “There's something mixed with my cum. Something... FUTA!”
The shout rumbled through the air, trembling Jill's small body.
“Come on,” Jill hissed as they reached the threshold. She cupped her hands. “Let's go, Aliara.”
She boosted the slim songbird first, her body still streaked in cum, jizz dripping off her white wings. She stepped her dainty foot into Jill's cupped hands. The futa lifted Aliara's light body up, and she scrambled over the threshold. Then Jill boosted Zoaria as the giant looked around at the ground, her footsteps echoing.
“Where are you, Futa?” growled the giant. “I know you're here.”
Jill jumped, grabbed the top of the threshold, and scrambled up and over. The futa-giantess let out a roar of frustration as Jill jumped down off onto the other side into the castle's courtyard. Her clothing, sodden with jizz, dragged at her b
ody as she ran with the winged women. The cum slowed them all down. But they couldn't stop running.
The giant fumed in her castled. “FUTA! They are mine! MINE!”
“She's going to kill us all,” moaned Aliara.
“We'll escape,” Jill said, leaping over the joint between paving stones. At their size, they were small chasms. “Just run for the drawbridge.”
They were closer and closer to escaping the castle. Then it would be a mad run to the beanstalk. Which was still miles away. Jill shivered. They couldn't run the entire way. Behind them. A shelf crashed to the ground. The futa-giantess raging as she tore her house apart searching for them.
The trio reached the drawbridge. Their small feet padded across it. Jill kept looking back. A massive cookpot flew past the door and crashed into the wall. And then the futa-giantess let out a loud bellow.
“I found your trail, FUTA!”
The futa-giantess appeared in the castle's doorway, her face twisted with rage, her huge tits bouncing. Jill groaned. They were only halfway across the drawbridge. And the futa-giantess ran at them. She crossed her courtyard in ten mighty steps and reached the drawbridge. Jill jumped off the edge onto the firm clouds, Aliara and Zoaria clinging in fright.
There was no outrunning a giant.
“Keep going,” Jill said, pointing to the far distant beanstalk poking through the clouds. “Go, escape, I'll distract her.”
“No,” Aliara gasped.
And then the giant was over them. Her huge futa-cock swung between her thighs as she raised her foot up high. The shadow fell on Jill. The winged women squeaked as they ran away in fright. And then the foot came down impossibly fast.
Jill panicked. She dropped prone into a little divot in the cloud, tensing, fearing the giant would crush her flat anyways. The foot landed with a mighty boom. The cloud shook around Jill. Her stomach lurched, fell away.
“Jill!” screamed Zoaria.
The air rushed. Jill opened her eyes. The bottom of the giant's foot grew smaller and then vanished in a gray, wet haze. Jill blinked, sitting up. She was lying on a chunk of the solid cloud, the edges broken off into jagged cotton. The force of the giant's stomp had forced this piece of the cloud's solid surface free. And now she fell.